#tombsmashing

[vcgabundo]

@tombsmashing

“Hey buddy, are you new around here too? You got that look on you like you don’t know where you are. In the short amount of time I’ve been here, all I’ve accomplished is making friends with a crow. See him? Right there, up on that tree. I call him Servo. See, it’s a joke because in the hit 90s riffing show, Mystery Science Theater, there was a character called Crow T. Robot, but instead of naming him after Crow, I named him after another character named Tom Servo. It’s a subversion of expectation and a funny bit of associative commentary if you think about it.” He took a drink from a bottle.

“Anyway, I wanted to ask if you needed help getting around.”

[isolaradiale]

hey hey! taking a quick hiatus for m4 sopmod ii from girls' frontline, isaac foster from angels of death, and sung jin woo from solo leveling. holiday season is a bit hectic and i also have to work through it

Noted!

-- mod spica

[technopup-a]

@tombsmashing

Flickering back into view, the hacker took his time observing his findings on the area. It wasn’t recon for anything in particular - more to make sure the cameras he had connected to prior to the dead rising were back online.

Lips pressed into a thin line - one camera was missing. And quire frankly, this was the shitty part of town. 

And, of course, as if on cue, someone came into the alleyway he was in before he could disappear.

“If you think the suit’s impressive, wait until you see my next trick.”

[humanfailure]

*& // tombsmashing.

While commonly refraining from adhering to any form of restrictions, the need for discretionary action was at least understood in it’s efficiency in preventing exposure, providing the opportunity to continue acting unimpeded. So blatant was the need for it, so glaringly obvious of a requirement, this individual’s deliberate disregard was practically obscene. It was almost concerning how obtuse the man was, the second hand embarrassment from the amateurish display quite the force to be reckoned with.

"Hey, hey. I’m like, practically morally obligated to ask if you’re okay.” It was a vague admission and what followed was just as bereft of any insightful exposition as to what exactly he meant. “Seriously. And I thought I was bad. You’re practically asking for it.”

[deadlyfang]

@tombsmashing / starter call

Urick had managed to get himself into a few bad situations since arriving in this city, but this would have to be the worst so far. Dangling from a bridge high above the ground, holding onto a chain of sorts for dear life, Urick was in quite a predicament. There was no practical way to climb the chain Urick clung to, and letting go would only end in his certain death, and while it was a goal of Urick's to die one day, this wasn't how he hoped to go, meaning that he was stuck. Urick had been stuck like this for close to an hour, in fact, hanging there, waiting for someone to walk by and pull him up to safety. Urick had almost lost hope, and was losing his grip on the chain even faster, but up above on the bridge, he could see a man peering over the guard rail, prompting him to call out with apparent glee, "Oh my, hello there!" Urick would have waved to the stranger if his hands weren't currently occupied with the chain. "I'm in kind of a bind here, could you please pull me up? Pretty please?" 

Continuing, Urick finds himself jesting with the stranger, even with the gravity of his current situation, "I like ‘hanging’ around as much as the next guy, but this is a little much!"

[aurochial-blog]

@tombsmashing

Orion didn’t really understand why at the end of every street performance he gave, his violin case was full of coins and bills. Didn’t the common people understand that his golden violin had to go back in that very same case?

With a sigh he bent down and started picking the money up with a handkerchief while he balanced his violin on his knee – he wasn’t just going to touch strange money directly.

Or keep it, for that matter. Once he’d gathered everything in the handkerchief, he thrust it at the next person to pass by.

“Take this off my hands, would you.”

[dokidokihitman-blog]

@tombsmashing

“Heyheyhey!”

Izumu yelled in hopes of gaining the attention from the man ahead of him on the sidewalk. His sense of style was suspicious and was even unnerving for Izumu Niounomiya, renowned hitman of the Underground. Picking up his speed, he caught up to the other, his hand reaching towards the man’s shoulder.

He had to stop him.

Who knows what horrible acts that man had planned...

While in the best outfit ever.

“Your sense of style-- the bandages, the jacket, the messy hair. I love it! Gyahahaha! Where’d you get the bandages? Since coming to the island, it hasn’t be quite the same-- ah, only if they’re green, though. Actually, it’d be perfect if you showed some skin..” Izumu, without any form of bashfulness, fawned over his outfit, hands placed against his cheeks to indicate his excitement.

“C’mon, man, even your golden eye is beautiful.”

[ladyseiga-blog]

✧·˚. -- “Tsk, tsk.” Perched atop a railing, Seiga starts to kick her legs back and forth a bit. It’s not every day she comes across anyone with the trappings of a shinigami -- the scythe he’s hauling around now the object of her pointed glances and attention. To her, he’s probably just some lowly ferryman, but this perception is far from a disappointment.

“Being completely ignored by one of your ilk makes me feel like I’m not trying hard enough. How rude.” 

❁ -- @tombsmashing