#thread tag tbd.

[irkowned-blog]

“        G.I.R.  !   YOU   FOOLISH   IMP,    don’t   you   dare   believe   that   YOU   could   be   replaced   with   another   unsatisfactory   bot.         ”

@invaderofdoom   <’d   for   a   starter.

[brvvthers-blog]

“     woah.   kiddo,   you   okay ?     ”     was   this   normal   now,   for   salems   friend   to   push   people   off   from   a   fence   whilst   screaming   about   aliens ?   jayce   squats   down   in   front   of   her   &&.   reaches   out   his   hand,   his   palm   faced   upwards;

@vortship   <3′d   for   a   starter

[irkowned-blog]

“         do   you   not   have   EYES ?   i   am   sitting   at   my   desk   at   SKOOL,   i   am   a   HUMAN   -   stink   brain   just   like   the   others .         ”

@cosmiicbcrn​   <3′d   for   a   starter.

[ninosinamor]

@belayadyavol said: " IS THERE A REASON YOU WANTED ME HERE? OR WAS IT JUST TO SHOVE STRANGE FOOD IN MY FACE? " cont'd.

the surface-born child of cracked thresholds and shifting power recoils, her fingers sparking with threat. the scent of smoke clings faintly to her—like a being who’s brushed against a god and come away with tarnished pride.

nonetheless, our k'uk'ulkan does not flinch in the slightest.

the fork remains where it hovers, graced with salt-slicked flesh and strands of sea moss—still warm from the volcanic hearths of talokan, an offering that pleasantly moistens his lips with sea oil.

    ❝ then you would find yourself drowned in more than shadow. limbo is young. xibalba is older than the stars you draw your power from. ❞ he replies, voice shaped with ritualisim in the weight of it. a warning spoken like a proverb at dawn. no evidence of anger or mockery in the undercurrent of his tone.

his deep brown eyes narrow in her direction, calm and unbothered. not disdainful. only weary in the way of sovereigns too often reminded that mortals forget the dimension of gods.

    ❝ this is not 'strange', as you put it. these are delicacies anointed in sea-oil and my ancestors' prayers, shared beneath the roots of the ceiba tree, between our warriors before drawn was blood, and between lovers before vows were bound. ❞

    ❝ and they were offered long before your kind carved lines into the flesh of the earth—shaping borders where none belonged and forgetting the gods who once walked beside you. ❞

he sets the fork down, gently, as one might return a blade to its altar.

    ❝ you were not summoned for a feast, witch of steel and storm. you were invited to remember—there is a world beneath yours. and in that world, we do not recoil from generosity. ❞

he leans back slightly, the ocean breeze kissing as it curls around his frame as though there were sentience to it. as though the water itself bore witness to his words.

his gaze does not waver.

    ❝ you may spit the salt, but do not name the sea your enemy. not everything unknown seeks to swallow you, mutant. ❞

[regalprinces]

“      IZUMI’S    ON    TV.      ”      you   don’t   understand   why’d   you   even   point   it   out,   as   she  was   the   month   before    &&.    the   month   before   that,    protesting   against   the   mistreatment   of   quirked   people.    you’d   called   it   useless ;   the   protests,   the   fighting,   everything   that   she’d   be   doing   -------   your   father   has   taught   you   that   more   than   sometimes   you’d   need   a   more   harsher   approach   to   get   people   to   understand.

@stolequirks​   <3′d   for   a   starter.

[navators]

“       bee   is   your   future   tallest,   she   can   AFFORD   to   be   nice.   quit   stepping   out   of   line   or   i’ll   deactivate   your   PAKS   myself.       ”       a   swift   scolding   came   from   the   irken   navigator,   the   few   irken   children   who’d   been   bullying   bee   stepping   back   cautiously   at   her   harsh   warning   &&.   glare.   they   soon   retreat,   &&.   etla   kneels   in   front   of   her   to   check   the   cut   upon   her   cheek,   brushing   her   thumb   over   it.       ”       hm  . . .   you’ll   be   fine,   bee,   does   anything   else   hurt ?   do   you   want   me   to   get   the   tallest ?         ”

@invds   <3′d   for   a   starter.

[synthsavior]

         @lastofthepast continued from here.

               He’d expected to be entirely clothed once Laura came back, but situating the belt for his pants that were, unfortunately, a bit too large had proved itself to be more of a challenge than he’d anticipated. “ Uh, no, I’m fine, ” he lied, tugging the edge of his shirt back down to cover his hip. “ I’m not used to clothes like these. ” Jumpsuits were easy, and armor involved a lot of clasps, but Laura had helped him with most of those. You’re a scientist who can’t even figure out how to put on a belt right. Good going.

                He fumbled with the belt for a few more moments, finally getting it hooked in a position that would actually hold up his jeans. Now what? Slip it back through the buckle? Leave it? Liam had never seen someone else put a belt on before. “ This would be a lot easier if these pants just fit, ” he grumbled, an embarrassed flush crossing his cheeks.