#virulentkind

[holyscion-blog]

“ berserk is very dangerous.  take it from me         i almost destroyed an entire planet in the heat of the moment .”   eyes assess the girl for only a moment whilst sitting on her throne.  ultima is calm, trying her best to look toward the future that is so out of reach.

    “ no worries. my powers have been stripped. for now .”

@virulentkind starter.

[firstsxnner-blog]

@virulentkind liked to get bothered by Eve

Urg there were more of them? Eve huffed lightly through his nose at the sight of the android, those perfect little beings that were modeled after humans. So what? Him and his brother were perfect even if they weren’t the same as the others. 9S did make the assumption and questioned the two of them as to why they looked like androids....which Adam couldn’t answer at the time.

Though that wasn’t the point right now, the point was there was another android here and she looked a little....beat up? Was the that the right word to use? Half of her clothes were missing kind of like how Eve refused to wear a shirt because he didn’t like it.

             “ Didn’t think I would see another one running around besides those two but... ”

Eve trailed off lightly, glancing to the side not really wanting to get into a fight at the moment.

[skullmold]

             ❛ aw ——— little canary's up an' singin' outta her nest? I thought I heard y'all hootin' an' hollerin' earlier. Glad to see ya awake; won't be no good to the family now if you're just gon' be takin' up space for another one of yer kin. ❜

     Marguerite is vexed. Anxious. Fingernails peel from the flesh that strip the bed of its sheeting, oblique and at varying lengths, gnashed betwixt befouled canines within. Terror begot from Jack's knuckle battering 'cross visage prompted obsequious care, however superfluous. Blankets parted; pillows fluffed; so long as matriarch could silence incessant protest in due time, she would caper 'round the ranch without care in the world, laughing and singing 'mong the bloodied swine carcasses ——— dinner, simply put.

     ❛ You must be starvin', dear. Bit o' gruel would be good for ya. Here; have a taste. ❜ Silver spoon nears, swollen with gray matter littered with larvae writhing atop one another. Marguerite carries a bowl to her breast.

virulentkind

[tenebrosia-blog]

@virulentkind

     the heavy wooden door leading into his part of the garden echoes through the cavernous studio. he can hear the distant voice of a girl--but it’s not magnolia. he prays it isn’t the last intruder; he just  r e p a i r e d  the plants they burned to a crisp.

          ❛ may i... help you? ❜