#mildterrorofthedeep

[cosmooze]

@mildterrorofthedeep​

While it was not entirely incorrect to say her stomach rumbled, when it did the effects were typically visible all over her body, like she was stood on a vibrating plate that made her entire form wobble. She never really stopped being hungry but it was particularly not excellent right now. So she thought she would fish! That was sustainable, right? It had been so long since she had sat down and fished in water in an environment that was calm enough to allow it. And it was getting colder so there might not be many opportunities for that soon...

She sat on the edge of the lake of koi, careful not to be getting too close because falling in would not be great either. She didn’t really feel like dissolving right now (rarely ever, in fact) and there was no one immediately around to save her if she did. She was going bored and hungry enough to consider vacuuming up all the plants in the area when she felt a tug on the line. Oh hell yes! This was it! And it felt like a big one! 

So big in fact that the entire rod was pulled from her not so rigid hands to promptly vanish beneath the water’s surface. What the heck?! That was the only rod she had! She was too hungry to make another and she certainly couldn’t afford one. Emere threw her head back and started groaning, only to have her attention grabbed back by hearing more disturbance in the water... And saw a person rise up. 

“...”

“I wasn’t doing anything! Nope!” Even though they were empty, she put her hands behind her back in the least casual, possibly most incriminating way way. “I mean- Hello! Nice weather we’re having! Gotta love that... Ambient fog.”

[exegesisindigo]

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Galekh was less alone than he thought, that was the conclusion he'd eventually come to. As he wandered, fueled by fears he didn’t know how to parse, he spotted silhouettes and figures of people he recognized, though vague they may be, trying to traverse his landscape in ways that didn’t feasibly make sense. It’s like things didn’t line up - people phasing straight through felled columns, scaling walls that weren’t there, opening doors where all that existed was an open, crumbled doorframe. And as Galekh started trying to put two and two together, the gears beginning to turn, he spotted something that stalled his train of thought at the station with complications of fear, body frozen mid step as the sight before him buffered in his mind.

Lumbering static, the size of a trunkbeast with bulk to match, had stepped itself around a nearby building, slamming into its side on unsteady feet and causing the building in question to crumble into a heap, adding to the mess already surrounding Galekh on all sides. And as the fear agent freezing him in place wore off to fight or flight, he luckily chose the latter, rocketing off to the side despite the burning strain in his legs.

One thing Galekh was certain of was that this thing wasn’t good news. But what he wasn’t, was just how fast it would turn out to be.

Galloping after him, slamming into building after building in its pursuit and leaving carnage in its wake, it was like it had a one track mind, trained solely on the indigo before it with eyes he couldn’t see. Eyes he wasn't even sure it had. At that moment, hearing the implosion of the structure it hurled itself into, Galekh realized he couldn’t feasibly run from this thing - he needed to hide. Skidding around a corner sharper than the thing could feasibly manage to imitate, he barreled his way into a nearby structure that still had its roof, shielded from the things supposed eyes and allowing for a moment of rest.

It seems he still wasn’t alone, however - somebody unfamiliar, almost unbothered by the commotion outside, had settled themself into the site, and Galekh had seemingly startled them with his rough intrusion.

“I- Sorry!..”

His voice was staggered, stuttered, breath heaving in an obvious show of the exertion he'd put himself through.

“There’s a- er- a monster outside, I needed to hide.”

[uraabity]

@mildterrorofthedeep​

“ What are you doing over here by yourself...? “

[gwarchtawelwch]

@mildterrorofthedeep​

She wasn’t a fan of the extreme cold no, but there was something calming about the winter scene. There was so many beautiful sculptures here too, how talented many of the residents were. Not like her who was useless. 

She’d been staring at this boy and his work in particular. And probably for too long too, because it seemed he’d noticed. Immediately she pulled the brim of her hat down and tilted her head to obscure her face.

“You’re pretty good at this...”

[airomancy]

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john ran and ran... it felt like there was no end to the pursuit. two large, glitched-out figures were chasing after him the moment he had emerged from a wall of glitches from his end. even as he flew, they still haven’t stopped. and john isn’t going to waste another minute of his flight just in case.

he takes a detour and dives into an open window and hid just under it. his heart beating in his ears as he tries to calm down and keep quiet. just as he finally calmed, he turns to see someone else hiding as well.

“oh, uh... is this place taken?” he whispers, still hearing the growls of his pursuers from afar.

[forsakenpumpkin]

Switcheroo!

[Send me “Switcheroo!” and I’ll redesign your muse as if they were from my muse’s universe.]

Welcome to the Ripple Kingdom, Scallop!

In a kingdom surrounded by water, how fortunate that you know how to swim!

[birthrightings-blog]

@mildterrorofthedeep

Takumi can’t help but be annoyed. He yet again finds the memory of how he got here all but lost and the greetings from what he has known to be called a “TV” all too familiar- the haunting smile on the scientist’s face as he greets Takumi with a ‘welcome back’ only serves to infuriate him more. He pushes his way out into his newly assigned sector- much worse than his previous one. It stinks, for one, it’s crowded, and he can only compare it to what he imagines Nohr must be like beyond it’s city walls.

Today was a very bad day indeed.

And then, bump!-- someone crashes into him, most likely pushed by the crowd.

“Hey, hey, watch where you’re going, you-”

The prince cuts himself off as he swerves around to face his not-quite assailant, eyes burning with rage.

“N...Nikolai?” He asks cautiously, eyeing the pale figure up and down. His memories of the city before are only foggy, but he could never forget such a face. His eyes mellow out and though he’s suspicious, he grabs the other by the wrist and pulls him off to the side of the busy crowd.

“Is that... really you?”

[nautalass]

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“Oof–!” The nautilus slams hood-first straight into the towering wall of Nikolai’s flesh. He’d hardly even taken notice of where he was going, much less that someone else was in the way. Sal probably should have taken notice of Niko’s scent long before getting so close, but he’d been focused entirely on something else. Sal stumbles back a couple steps, holding a hand up to his hood and gently pressing it back. He tries to give the sea creature in his path a short glance at, but he can barely even see him at all in the dark stormy weather and the shadows that clung over him. Whatever, it probably wasn’t a big deal, just someone with a larger frame like Dukemon. The rain’s started to grow heavier and the wind began to pick up. His tentacles wave through the air lightly, but he holds them down without too much trouble. He taps a hand against one of the tentacles. “Hey, c’mon, we gotta get out of here! This is gonna get a lot worse,” he shouts up at Niko. He tries to squint through the rain to get a better look at where they are, but with his vision as shit as it is, he can barely make out the outlines of his surroundings.