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[glassvilez]

Curiosity, killed the Gods.

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Zandik tread carefully along the moss-covered log, though his attention was fixed on the towering ruin guard ahead rather than the slippery footing beneath him. Each step was deliberate, a path he’d planned meticulously. Lifting the camera that hung from his neck, he snapped a photo of the ancient machine. A satisfied hum escaped his lips as he examined the image, nodding to himself. “This will do nicely,” he murmured, slipping the freshly developed photo into his field journal with care.

He glanced at his watch, scanning the surroundings for his newly hired assistant. Time was ticking, but Zandik wasn’t known for patience—especially on ventures as significant as this one.

Dressed casually in a hoodie adorned with a few of his favorite trinkets, he looked far removed from his usual Akademiya self. It wasn’t often he got to leave its confines, much less for a multi-day expedition. This ruin guard was a rare find, untouched and looming with secrets the Akademiya had only dared study from a distance. But Zandik’s curiosity was insatiable, unbothered by fears of the unknown. To him, answers always outweighed risks. His life meant little if the pursuit of knowledge was compromised.

His thoughts were interrupted as a figure suddenly swung down from above, landing with startling precision directly in front of him. Zandik stumbled back, instinctively grabbing his glasses before they could slip off his face.

“Kinch,” the figure said briskly, straightening up. “Pleasure to be doing business with you.”

Zandik blinked, recovering from the surprise. The reminder of his glasses prompted him to tuck them safely away, opting for his contacts instead. This was already shaping up to be a bumpy ride.

“H-Hello! Hi!” Zandik stammered, adjusting himself as he extended a hand in greeting. “I’m Zandik—your employer. I’ve hired you for a week-long excursion to help me investigate this ruin guard. Fully paid, of course. I’ve brought ample food and secured a place to stay. Shared space, but separate beds, as per your request.”

He cleared his throat, regaining his composure and adopting a more formal tone. “I expect nothing less than hard work. Nothing more, nothing less.” His hand remained outstretched, his sharp gaze now focused on the stranger with an eagerness masked by his usual air of professionalism. >> @turn-firehunt || eat up, dinner is served. yes he looks so silly. yes that is what he went to work in. . . yes you are going to live in sumeru /silly. OH feel free to dm me on discord on like. what you want me to change if anything <3 any extra posts won't have colored text, it's just to differentiate who's talking.

[milltown-boy]

“ pretty boy consumed by death “

MICK WAS half sprawled, damn near half-dressed across the torn up couch that had been left sitting near his musty corner. One of his boots was kicked off, and the other dangling off the edge of the measly coffee table. The safe house was a bit stuffy, smelled like cigarettes, gunpowder, dew— and the radio was busted again.

“ ain’t got no goddamn reason to keep me here like a princess in a tower. “ he’d muttered, throwing an arm over his eyes, head lolled back against the arm.

He huffed, “ you’d think if this damn group was so important, there’d be something decent to eat. Or air conditioning, or a fuckin’ record player. “ he’d paused, eyes flickering lazily as he’d shifted to sit up.

At least they had a damn arcade machine, but even then, that seemed to be busted up. Probably from when Bell got mad and.. kicked it a lil’ too hard. They both sure got an earful out of it.

[commanders-quarters]

“We are doomed.”

It uttered without elaboration. Carqine, his most loyal of sea cucumbers, halted his cleaning duties to give the lumbering automaton a quizzical look from where he stood.

“Doomed? That’s hardly a notion you hear every day. Care to elaborate, commander?” the conductor prompted with a bite of sarcasm, extending his spindly arms to streak over the extended surface area of the newly-installed signages with a damp rag. Most of the old ones had faulty lighting and were generally outdated, so new ones were purchased and set within their respective stations to display the necessary information.

The air was stale around here, and there weren’t any patrons in sight. If there was, the commander wouldn’t be standing out here in the first place.

While the… shall we say seedier sectors of the metro didn’t see much traffic, the larger, more up-kept areas still saw great business. The incident with the NILS statue had done remarkably little to actually impede sales. It was almost humorous.

Tartar takes a lunging step forward, closing some of the height difference so he could address his valued employee more seriously.

His wires ripple in discontentment. “These… other Tartars I have observed. Many of them feel lonely, and remorseful. Many of them regret what they’ve done.” it explains coldly, rubbing its clacking fingers together.

Carqine turns his head to study the oozing, disgruntled visage of the robot. He gave a thoughtful hum.

“And why is that a problem? Does it make you doubt yourself and your own directive? Give you second thoughts?” he theorized, gesticulating a stretchy arm in its direction.

Denewiah is quick to shake his head, emitting a frustrated spout of hissing white steam from his card slot. “That’s hardly it. The problem is that these… Tartars, if you can even call them that at this rate, are SO quick to roll over and abandon their optimal trajectory for goal acquisition, and for why? Because some misbegotten Inkfish told them they were ‘doing a bad thing’? I mean, it’s just LAUGHABLE! It makes you think they were never serious about resurrecting humanity to begin with!” he raved with his hands thrown into the air.

The sea cucumber couldn’t exactly say he related to the commander’s frustrations, but he saw no harm in hearing him out either. He gives a short whistle as he sets down the spray bottle of glass cleaner.

“Do you think any of them are only pretending to be sorry? Y’know… playing the long con?” the small conductor offered up, his tone comparatively casual.

The AI vocalizes a frustrated sigh as he pinches the tiny metal knob between his eyes— the equivalent of someone pinching the bridge of their nose.

“I’d ordinarily be inclined to believe you Carqine, but I don’t even think most of these other bots have that level of processing power or free memory space to uphold a charade like that.” he rebuked. “I think they’re being entirely sincere.” it groaned in what might’ve been defeat.

Denewiah didn’t feel as though his main gripe had been properly emphasized, so he went on to explain, “If we look across the varying timelines, and the STEEP majority of Commander Tartars ABANDON their duty and begin to sympathize with the Inkfish… That surely spells doom for humanity and its return. These-… These messengers, hand-PICKED by the humans before them, should be doing EVERYTHING in their power to ensure that decision is honored! We’re DOOMED!” it exclaimed, taking another thundering step closer with its claws twitching and lashing with thinly suppressed anger.

The android’s employee couldn’t help but wince back into his shoulders a bit at the telephone’s outburst. There were few things that got it this passionately infuriated, and it was never pretty to witness.

“Well,” he gulps, smoothing out the lapel of his little suit, “I guess that means you’ll have to pick up the slack where they can’t.” he concluded.

Tartar freezes up as that epiphany hits him, and his wires are held firm in the air as his internals whir sharply. Eventually, the wires go slack after another hiss of steam, and he suddenly straightens himself back out to his full height.

“Yes…”

Its lenses gleam with a renewed determination as it adjusts the sleek brim of its prized cap.

“I suppose I will.”

[moonglowmuses]

amanda still could not believe her good fortune. she was a home owner now! this place belonged to her and to john, and that was a remarkable thing. presently, amanda was wearing a wide smile, walking around the kitchen and running her hands over the counter tops. "john... this place is ours! can you believe it?" amanda was almost squealing, that was the extent of her joy. "i just... i cannot believe that this place belongs to us. i can't stop looking at everything, it's so perfect! the cabinets, the showers, the couches!" amanda chuckled, moving so that she could take john's hands. "where else should we explore? i can't get enough of this place!"

@forcafcrtncght

[d4rkpassengerz]

@godresembled : [ TXT ] : do i sense sarcasm in your tone? — from belle ...

[ TXT -> Belle Marchand . ] do you? [ TXT -> Belle Marchand . ] that wasn't my intent. [ TXT -> Belle Marchand . ] i really do mean that it's great.

[medicillin]

He's sprawlng into her chair, grinning slyly. "Well if such a gorgeous medic is handing out shots how could i say no?"

First Aid means back as far as she can and feels her intake catch. “Oh, uh…haha….wow-“

The little nurse paused as if to cower under his massive frame, then lit up so fast she herself could hardly keep up.

“I’ve never met someone so health conscious!” She squeezed her way out of her seat and lowered Ghost down instead without warning before prepping for his very painful immunization. “Relax, it’ll be over before you know it!”

[honey-minded-hivemind]

Is anyone interested in asking more questions about 🌑Hidden In The Dark💉 AU or Smildon AU or 🪡Needle and Thread🧵 AU? Because right now, I'm SO THRILLED with them!!!

[ner0ticmemories]

▎ ▎ ▎ ▎ * continued. : @gcldenmemories .

﹙💉.﹚ SHE WAS A DISPOSAL . from one unknown and treacherous location to the next . cornered and closed in , the lioness was far from weak . DISORIENTED – —– —– —– —– —– — CONFUSED , YES . but always ready for a fight . her scaving gaze keeps focus on the enemy , not even acknowledging the beverage , but instead sneers without a single twitch of changed expression . " why am i here ? " [ . . . ] SAID WITH EMPTY TUNE . she needed answers and if she were to be a prisoner here to , she might as well be aware of why .

[mychemicalmoonknight]

this is so incredible i want to make an art piece of this

remembering a better time when i was used as a loom 2 make a textile

[reanimatcr]

TAG DUMP.

[glassvilez]

Knowledge calls to all, but seldom achieve it without loosing something to gain it.

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Zandik's footsteps echoed through the quiet, nearly empty hallways of the early morning school. The silence should have been comforting, yet it left him teetering between nervousness and excitement for the day ahead. Reaching the library—a sanctuary he had expected to find empty—his luck faltered. Someone else was already there.

With a quiet sigh, he adjusted his grip on his neatly stacked papers and slipped into the room. His eyes quickly scanned the space, landing on the other student seated at a small lab table across the way. The man didn’t look familiar.

Too old to be a first-year… Zandik mused as he claimed a table a few seats away. Spreading his papers out in front of him, he began to study, his focus slowly pulling him into the familiar rhythm of equations, theories, and notes.

Hours passed.

Zandik remained buried in his work, occasionally glancing at the other student. The stranger was still there, scribbling intently onto what appeared to be pages of notes. From the way he moved his pen and the patterns of his pauses, Zandik deduced he was working on something literary—not scientific.

Despite himself, Zandik’s curiosity grew. He hadn’t expected anyone else to be here this early. His calculations from prior years suggested the library would be completely empty during the first two weeks of term. Either this student was unusually diligent, or Zandik’s focus on his own studies had left him oblivious to past patterns.

Caught up in his thoughts, Zandik failed to realize his gaze had lingered too long. When the other student shifted slightly, Zandik’s heart leapt, and he hastily cleared his throat. Gathering his papers in an awkward shuffle, he pushed up his glasses, attempting to regain some composure.

“H-Hello,” he began, the slight stammer betraying his nerves. “I was… curious. What is it you’re studying? You’ve been here for quite some time.” His voice steadied as he spoke, glancing briefly at the clock. Forty-five minutes until class begins… enough time for a conversation, perhaps.

He continued, “I thought the library would be empty this morning, but I must admit, you’re not a bother. Which is more than I can say for most people here.”

Zandik leaned slightly forward, his belongings now tidied, as he awaited the other student’s response. Curiosity flickered behind his sharp, calculating gaze, betraying his carefully composed demeanor.

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[quartarcade]

The child's yellow eyes widen, filled with both bewilderment and hope as they switch between focusing on Shadow and his hand until finally landing onto the hand. What does he mean? He's lived a harsh life, they can definitely tell. Are they going to end up like him if they aren't careful?

Despite all evidence pointing to the ebony hedgehog being trustworthy, hesitation keeps them from committing to take his gloved hand. And the second the clawed tips of their fingers brush against his own, Echo yanks theirs away, keeping to themselves once more.

They have to make double sure he means well should whatever doubt they have in their mind goes away, and so this burning feeling eases up. That seems to happen whenever their heart rate increases and man did they hate whenever it happened.

"Do you promise? Good people don't break promises."

   ⌦ SHOULDERS SLOWLY SLUMPED as the onyx shaded hedgehog gave into his thoughts. Should've suspected GUN and the other groups weren't done with their experiments. One would think, after Shadow, they'd know better. They couldn't replicate perfection. Frowning to himself, he reached a hand out to them. 

       "I have a familiar feeling that we are from a similar place. I do not wish for you to suffer and continue down a path of destruction, guilt and heartbreak," You'll be the version that should've been me. 

     If he had to steal away Echo, so be it. Besides, the rodent was just a kid. They had a whole life and future ahead of them, might as well start their freedom now. If they had personal upgrades like Shadow, he could train them. Something about them. . . was this the same feeling Maria felt when she took him in as the older sibling? She had the right idea; perhaps this could be a new start at something greater.

       "Come with me. I'll. . . keep you safe."

[moonglowmuses]

she was sitting on his couch, fearing the absolute worst, because that was what was going to happen. the tears were already spilling from amanda's eyes, but she knew that this conversation needed to happen. daniel needed to learn about her vulgar activities before his father told him. "it was me..." amanda began vaguely, shaking her head as she recounted the horrors. "i wasn't only a victim. i was working with john kramer. with the jigsaw killer. i was one of his accomplices, and... daniel, it was me, and i am so sorry. i came to care about you. i value our friendship, but i know that it is ruined."

@daydrcamerss

[d4rkpassengerz]

( @amischiefofmuses ) CONTINUED FROM [X]

FIVE is right. Too right. The fifth woman was hard to pinpoint, all things considered, never lumped in with WAS-ONCE-HOWARD's murders, but clearly the last of his escapades. For the other to know it... Dexter must strive to decide whether that merits him or further latches the DARK PASSENGER's fangs to his neck.

"Not one to watch shows." He puts them on. Solitary performances for himself and pictures and rancid trophies of victims splattered across plastic rooms over tables so uniquely tethered to RESTRAIN. Never a bystander. Always the culprit.

"Why him?" He asks, gaze of an unapologetic MURDERER thrust into another all the same. WHY him? Why HIM? Easy now, Dexter, breathe. Harry's saying it. He's perched on the wall behind the man and staring like the cautious father that he is. Don't worry, Harry. I know what I'm doing. Dexter is sure of himself. Soon, he will be sure of the other man, too.

[medicillin]

date night idea: u dismember me and then put me back together <3

First Aid turns slowly and flusters, glancing back down the corridor. “P-Pharma!” She hissed, waving her datapad at him in mounting annoyance as if to shoo him away. “I’ve told you a dozen times! Please, don’t flirt while I’m on the clock!”

(Not that she wasn’t interested.)