#morteablade

[galacticbaseballcr]

"are you jealous?"

*. ⊹ ✧ — 🙶 No, I don’t even qualify as a ‘ dad ’ in the first place. I see myself of more of the ‘ brother who gets into shenanigans the moment someone averts their eyes ’ type. 🙷

He might’ve or not might’ve not called himself a little shit.

@morteablade — context .

[civilight]

@morteablade : starter call.

Such a lively planet, Castorice thinks. But... how did I get roped into this job?

Rather than explore what Planarcadia has to offer, Castorice finds herself handing out interestingly shaped balloons to children passing by. According to the owner, it's a promotion for their newly opened restaurant, and Castorice has trouble saying 'no' to those in need. So.. here, she's ended up.

"Here you are." she hands out another balloon, only to look up just as another child has let go of their balloon. "Ah-" The maiden takes off quickly, reaching for the string just before it's left her reach.

[galacticbaseballcr]

run away.

*. ⊹ ✧ — 🙶 You are wearing the cat ears, whether you like it or not ! 🙷 And he starts giving chase to the poor Stellaron Hunter.

@morteablade — context .

[parastrum]

☁

Send a symbol, get an answer! [Accepting]

☁ for something that make my muse sad

The uncertainty of being the last of their kind in the grand cosmos. Paradigm doesn't like to think on it much, but it does leave them feeling lonely. Even with a piece of the Tetriarch with them, it's quite possible that their attempts at trying to find a footing in this new time might not be possible. It may just be the time for the Almutian people to become extinct. That is why archiving everything about their home at the bare minimum is so important to Paradigm.

On a lighter note, bees that can't fly. Paradigm gets oddly emotional about bees.

[graverider]

"You speak with the confidence of a much taller person."

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀—— 𖦏 ⌯⁍ * a moment of silence . a very long moment of silence . looking over ( * & unfortunately, up, even just slightly ) at the swordsman . brow furrows, & a sound between a scoff & a laugh leaves his mouth .

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ * ❛ i know i ain't just heard them words come out yer mouth . ❜ turning to face Blade fully ; & a light burn of maligned embarrassment tinges his pierced ears as he realizes to his chagrin, he is in fact slightly shorter .

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ * ❛ say that shit again, g'on . ❜

[slewhund]

"thanks for the tip, dad" suddenly, that specific word came out of the teenager's mouth. poor yingxing, he got so embarrassed that he made up an excuse. "i heard my master calling me, bye!" and he ran off.

⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀𖤝 ᭪⠀ * ❛ Oh, it's no big de ─ .. ❜ his words go quiet as they trail off into the air, the both of them realizing what has been said at the same time . Ashveil knows he shouldn't, that young Yingxing is likely so mortified that he's fallen to silence, but he can't help himself . a short, surprised bark of a laugh leaves his lips, but before actual words can come out, comes the barrage of quick words excusing the younger to run away .

⠀⠀⠀ * ❛ oh, Yingxing, i ──── ah .. ❜ ' i don't mind, ' the words die on his tongue as he watches the other run off like fire was on his heels . an awkward chuckle to himself, scratching his jaw with a finger . maybe .. he should have a talk with Yingxing's superior sometime . ⠀

[parastrum]

"You could try and kill me, or we could try speaking instead. One of those is less intense than the other, and I wouldn't want you wasting your energy failing in the former."

They are calm, but the very intense gaze from the other has Paradigm a bit on alert.

@morteablade liked for a short starter

[reversescale]

i can't tell you how much this means to me.

It was strange to think about, really. Shuhu was gone, Ren's Mara was cured, and everything felt resolved between them. Of course, he knew that wasn't entirely the case. The road ahead for Ren lay fraught with trials and tribulations, least of which came in the form of the slaying of the Abundance THEMSELVES, even if he wondered Dan Heng himself would be in the picture much. The swordsman had the support of his newfound family, finding a place for himself in the universe. He had found the death he'd been craving, even if it hadn't been the final funeral. Yet, Dan Heng wondered why he felt conflicted. Was it because of the lingering sentiments of Dan Feng, whose memories and ghosts had fully reassimilated with his psyche? Was it because of the brutal past where Ren had chased him across the galaxy in a nightmarish hunt before finding a family of his own, a safe harbor?

If he was honest with himself, it was that and more.

"I heard you're forging again... so I thought this could be of some use," Dan Heng shrugged nonchalantly, studying the data chip and handwritten notes he'd made for this purpose. Since becoming the Demigod of Earth, becoming a patron god of the forge in his own right, Dan Heng spoke the language of the earth as easily as his mother tongue. The ores, mineral deposits, strata of stones, and the boiling center all spoke to him. And from his communion, for this purpose, he'd made a figurative directory of rare and unheard metals any Omnisynthesizer could reproduce without issue, and tested himself in the Workshop Car's industrial-sized Omnisynthesizer. Something the former Master Forger would likely find to be child's play.

Whether it was a gift or a truce, he couldn't say. But it did hold a wish they shared: to protect and provide for their families in every way.

"Anyway... I don't want to hold you up. If you have to leave... that's fine by me. Just, ah... say farewell to Pom-Pom on the way out. They're a good host, and deserve the recognition, so..."