#sens0r

[tvrmoils]

               "     the  playful  roll  of  her eyes  should’ve  been  contained  ,  yet  sabine  couldn’t  help  it  .  veronica’s  solemnity  ,  her  icy  demeanor  hardly  ever  put  her  on  edge   — except  ,  of  course  ,  when  she  was  judging  her —  .  after  the  folder  is  taken  and  reviewed  by  impassive  eyes  ,  a  nod  moves  sabine’s  head  in  approval  ,  it  is  faint  ,  though  ,  barely  there   —   veronica  doesn’t  care  if  she  agrees .     "  seven  months  ,  "     she  replies  at  the  question  ,  eagerness  hidden  in  the  hardness  of  her  words  ,  as  if  she  were  a  soldier  answering  to  a  superior   (  and  in  a  way  ,  she  was  )  .  the  query  that  comes  next  is  unavoidable  ,  no  matter  how  much  the  way  it  arrives  could  annoy  the  woman  .     "  why ?   any  plans  for  me  by  chance ?   "

perhaps   it   was   her   own   teachings   that   justified   such   an   attitude.   it   leaves   a   bitter   taste   in   veronica's   mouth   as   she   states,   "i   didn't   ask   for   you   to   barge   into   my   office."   her   arms   cross   over   her   chest.   "my   waiting   room   isn't   just   for   show."   exhaling,   veronica   retrieves   the   folder   from   sabine's   possession   and   flips   through   the   document.   "good,"   her   remark   is   monotone,   absent   of   any   gratitude.   "not   sure   how   the   board   of   directors   will   react,   but   the   information   seems   compelling."   veronica   steals   a   glance   at   sabine.   "how   much   longer   do   you   have   left   in   your   training?"

[incorrect-hs-quotes]

Aradia: the l0cal big-b0x st0re has decided n0t t0 let hall0we'en get in the way 0f christmas and set up the twelve-f00t animatr0nic skelet0n right next t0 the twelve-f00t inflatable santa. the inflatable santa's w0bbling keeps setting 0ff the animatr0nic skelet0n's m0ti0n activated flail-and-scream r0utine, which in turn sets 0ff the inflatable santa's m0ti0n sens0r and makes it play "jingle bells".

John: FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT

Rose: This, too, is yuri

[y0ur-l0cal-sculk]

+Intr0 P0st!!+

Hellll0, welc0me t0 Sculk Central! Y0ur l0cal c0l0ny! My name’s Gh0st, and I mainly use Sculk/Query/It/They!

(As y0u may have n0ticed, I use a typing quirk, s0 please be chill with that, thank y0u!)

I’m a min0r s0 d0n’t be a dumbass please <3

DNI if y0u are a flav0r 0f ist, ph0bic, 0r whatever else, 0r a nsfw, and/0r 18+ bl0g. Y’kn0w, the usual stuff y0u see 0n DNI lists. Als0! DNI if y0u are anti 0therkin 0r ficti0nkin! We’ll b0th be happier that way :]

Anyways, 0nt0 the fun stuff! What exactly is this humble little bl0g?

I’m a ficti0nkin 0f Sculk, fr0m minecraft! Yep, literally the bl0ck family, n0rmal sculk, sens0rs, catalysts, the wh0le shabang.

The purp0se 0f this bl0g, is t0 be a place f0r me t0 just talk ab0ut being a sculk kin, and t0 h0pefully maybe p0st things like stimb0ards based 0n sculk at s0me p0int! The reas0n I’m making this, is because I swear, I cann0t find any s0rt 0f kin c0ntent 0n tumblr rev0lving ar0und sculk, and I’ve decided that I may as well just d0 it myself.

If y0u’re a fell0w sculk kin 0r a warden kin, 0r anything else like that, maybe have a quick st0p by, and I h0pe that y0u’ll enj0y this little un0rganized mess 0f a bl0g :]

F0r the mean time, I think I’m g0nna leave asks and stuff 0pen, just f0r funzies

I d0 n0t use tumblr 0ften, s0 I cann0t guarantee any s0rt 0f frequent p0sting (hey, l00k, it’ll just be a pleasant surprise whenever I d0 p0st! /j)

(W0uldn’t it be hilari0us if this ends up being my 0nly p0st f0r the rest 0f ever?)

[ask-attendant-mansion]

*I inhale deeply through my nose, almost dropping Chaos to the floor due to their stupidity.*

You caused it pain. Of course it's mad at you, dummy.

-🧸

"TH3Y TURNED ON MY [CENSORED]ING PAIN SENS0RS" Reminder that this robot is broken down and hardly functional with most of their exoskeleton missing.

[bclletragedie]

                            @sens0r

LOCATION: some bar with super cheap drinks. FOR: ripley hardin.

𝐅𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐃, wanting nothing more than a drink after leaving work. at a bar. and yet nahome had a distinct craving for something cheap -- but considering the price of living here, the likelihood of that was rather slim. however, call it bartenders intuition that took her to a run down pub within walking distance to her apartment ( that she had somehow missed in her many years at that residence ). overwhelming but dim lighting, limited patrons and posters with beer brand names on the walls? perfect. nahome takes residence within the first stool she comes across without hesitating, eyes scanning the rest of the place as she wonders how the fuck this place is so empty.

and yet, at least she had gotten a seat. while the rest of the universe has seemed to get a great amount of glee out if inducing her shit luck, she would take that as a win. a bigger win than she had gotten in ages, or so it seemed.

nahome notices the other woman right away -- face contorted in a manner that seemed almost focused, despite there seeming to be a lack thereof to focus on. she doesn't allow her eyes to linger on the stranger ( of course, for that would be far too unladylike ), but instead orders a beer she knows will taste like gasoline -- but sometimes, that is the taste she desired. shitty.

" guess we both found the best kept secret in new york, huh? " nahome finally speaks, having come to realize just how terribly she does with silence. even in the white noise she finds herself craving a conversation -- even if she's now realized, the other woman may not. it was another point where she differed from her sister: while tamsin took time to think, nahome simply acted. " a bottle of this anywhere else... could cost like, eight bucks. "

[gildcdglory]

WHO: Grey Laurier & Svetlana Vasiliev (@sens0r) WHERE: Trader Joe's, Upper West Side

Grey's life, for as long as he remembered, consisted of a monotonous routine. Back when he was in Red Eye, his days would be spent training alongside other assassins or venturing into the field on a mission. His nights would be spent curled up around the sink, quietly watching as blood slipped down the drain. Even when he abandoned his role and sought comfort in the shadows instead, his life fell into a familiar pattern. Days were spent wandering around the city, and nights would be spent protecting the dancers at Gravity Nightclub.

Perhaps there was comfort in routine. Perhaps there was boredom too. No matter the feelings, the mundane ways of life wrapped themselves around Grey's very essence and led him to his current destination: the grocery store.

His eyes examined the fruit before him, the assassin's mind sharp but unable to determine the best purchase at a single glance. He lifted one of the singular bananas left on the display and began turning it around in his palm, eyes lingering on the green tinge. His attention shifted, however, when he spotted a shadow breeze past his location. Cautious eyes all but trail after the form until he spotted its owner, SVETLANA VASILIEV.

❝Tell me why I shouldn't kill you right now.❞ He growled, banana held against her side as if imitating a gun. This was the hand that decided his fate. He simply longed to return the favor. ❝You have five seconds.❞ 

[windy-trickster]

Sherco, can you feel ttthings wittth your prosttthetttic hand?

"0)-> Yeah! I put all s0rts 0f sens0r int0 my arm. <-(0"

[aut0n0m0usauth0rity]

0ptic sens0rs but yes

that still seems like a danger0us time t0 multitask

sh0uld i c0me and j0in y0u? 0_0

aut0n0m0usauth0rity:

…

y0ure texting me and w0rking 0ut?

sh0uldnt y0u be h0lding 0nt0 the barbell?

MY SH4D3S H4V3 1NT3RN3T!! YKNOW K1ND4 L1K3 YOUR H34D?

[yuungmenace]

she is the perfectly manicured ice queen, cold and sharp in all the correct places, no more a statue than a frozen stalactite. one word too loud, and she comes crashing down upon you. maddox isn't afraid of such a thing yet, knows that svetlana knows how to wield such a power. they are, after all, still the disgraced son. the pup that left and came crawling back tail between their legs, seeking forgiveness and purpose. muzzled and not let out of the cage. until recently, a return to nyc, door opened. a foolish decision, really. at least the mask covered maddox's whole face, and he was an expert at keeping those eyes void of anything so telling.

"if you tell me to do it, then it is my duty to ensure it," was the red-eye's retort, for that's how it worked, really. maddox was just a pawn in a game, someone's son or not, told where to go and what to kill and that was all. a life to live until he died. "i don't think many of these gangsters are smart enough for such a thing," maddox responded, eyes looking upon the crowds ; many of them still stuck out. "so many can't see beyond short term gains. money, territory, revenge. i think they'll forge alliances that'll break apart - there can only be one big dog, so to speak,"

 an   artful   wink   to   the   camera,   then   accompanied   by   a   graceful   raise   of   a   glass.   the   vocation   unfolds   seamlessly   for   her,   a   role   that   fit   her   like   a   tailored   glove.   she   adeptly   played   the   dual   role   of   overseer   for   a   feared   organization   and   a   liaison   to   her   aging   father.   svetlana's   charisma,   akin   to   a   luminous   flame,   set   the   ship   ablaze   with   laughter   and   joy.   the   perfect   ruse   concealing   the   deadly   task   her   most   trusted   confidants   were   charged   with   executing.

 manicured   fingertip   delicately   traces   the   rim   of   her   glass,   and   the   atmosphere   subtly   shifted   with   maddox's   presence.   his   determination,   though   more   endearing   than   truly   admirable   in   svetlana's   eyes,   came   into   focus.   "i   hope   so;   it's   your   duty   to   ensure   it,"   she   quipped,   a   smug   aura   enveloping   her   as   she   elegantly   sips   from   her   drink.   "guessing   is   the   delightful   part   of   the   game.   while   i   may   not   be   a   betting   woman,   i   could   find   myself   a   few   million   that   new   york   city   is   destined   to   become   a   bloodbath.”   her   elbows   found   a   regal   perch   on   the   table   before   her.   she   cradles   her   chin   in   her   palm.   "i   wonder   what   those   gangsters   are   orchestrating.   do   you   think   they'll   forge   an   alliance,   or   succumb   to   destruction   before   they   get   the   opportunity   to   do   so   ?"

[tvrmoils]

               "     they  loathed  this  ,  this  stupid  thing  their  parents  forced  them  to  do  .  but  today  ,  demian  seo  had  set  their  mind  on  having  a  peaceful  evening  ,  and  if  that  required  being  their  parents’  owl  after  that  announcement  ,  they  would  acquiesce  .  no  buts  ,  no  attitudes  ,  no  stupidity  ( as  long  as  they  could  manage ) .                 veronica  kang  was  not  a  hard - to - find  person  ,  even  among  the  wave  of  mingling  people  .  she  was  a  flame  in  the  water  ,  red  amid  a  sea  of  whites  ,  gorgeous  as  ever  ,  stoicism  and  elegance  radiating  from  her  in  such  an  alluring  way  it  was  impossible  to  miss  her  .  her  attitude  ,  on  the  other  hand  ,  often  soured  her  charming  appearance .     "  yes  ,  ma’am ,  "     demian  replied  to  the  order  ,  mockingly  ,  but  feigning  it  enough  not  to  annoy  the  agent  too  much .     "  my  parents—  agent  iryeon  and  doctor  seo  want  to  know  how  …  serious  is  this  …  uhm  ,  notice ,  "     as  soon  as  the  words  left  their  mouth  ,  they  realized  they  could  have  worded  that  better  .  containing  a  sigh  in  the  face  of  their  frequent  failure  demian  bit  the  inside  of  their  cheek   —   godforsaken  scotch  and  its  ability  to  make  them  dumber .

𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗋   𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗌   closed,     feat.   utp!   (   @tvrmoils     ) 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝖿𝗋𝖺𝗆𝖾   +    𝗅𝗈𝖼𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇   evening,   event   one   -   governor's    ball

effortlessly   blending   into   her   surroundings,   veronica   conceals   the   impending   turmoil   that   threatened   to   disrupt   the   biomedical   division.   with   precision,   she   ensures   that   her   fellow   agents   from   all   divisions   remained   discreet   about   the   contents   of   the   memo,   stressing   that   the   the   bond   between   sentinel   and   mercy   is   paramount. 

seizing   the   opportunity   to   network   and   strengthen   the   ties   between   the   two   agencies,   veronica   navigates   the   governor's   ball   with   purpose.   she   had   little   time   to   indulge   in   the   festivities,   intentionally   disregarding   those   she   deemed   unimportant   in   her   quest   to   forge   and   solidify   alliances. as   a   passing   waiter   caught   her   eye,   she   deftly   snags   a   champagne   flute,   her   first   drink   of   the   night.   "whatever   it   is,   you   better   make   it   quick."

[tvrmoils]

               "     her  teeth  sink  deep  into  her  lower  lip  at  veronica’s  words  ,  a  deep  breath  taken  through  her  nose  .  then  ,  half  allured  by  her  coldness  ,  half  amused  ,  a  small  smile  paints  her  countenance .     "  is  it  really  an  intrusion  if  i  come  bearing  what  you  asked  me  to  research ?  "     sabine  inquires  ,  softly  ,  yet  the  sass  can  be  heard  in  her  tone  .  she  walks  toward  the  scientist  and  extends  her  the  folder .     "  you  were  right  ,  females  after  puberty  react  better  than  males  ,  we  have  to  recruit  them  earlier .  "

𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗋   𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗌   open,     ongoing 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝖿𝗋𝖺𝗆𝖾   +    𝗅𝗈𝖼𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇   morning,   biomedical   wing   -   veronica's   office

veronica's   office   sits   deep   within   the   biomedical   wing.   enveloped   in   it's   usual   coldness,   faint   strains   of   classic   music   fill   the   space.   the   agent   doesn't   glance   up   from   her   screen.   "is   there   a   fire ?"   she   asks,   "otherwise,   what's   the   reason   for   your   intrusion ?"

[sp3cters]

              a  small  smirk  surfaces  on  her  features  .  sloane  never  fails  to  get  such  a  reaction  from  veronica  just  by  her  sheer  existence  .  “  oh  ronnie  ,  ”  knows  for  a  fact  that  she’ll  HATE  the  nickname  .  “  always  so  serious  .  but  i  can  always  count  on  you  to  humble  us  .  ”  words  are  spoken  facetiously  .  “  the  day  you  stop  hating  on  field  agents  is  the  day  we’ll  know  something  is  terribly  wrong  .  surely  the  head  of  the  department  doesn’t  spend  her  entire  day  tending  to  us  ?  if  you  do  ,  i’m  incredibly  flattered  .  ”

groan   is   audible,   she   does   little   to   hide   her   annoyance.   veronica   surrenders   her   attention   to   the   agent.   "there's   no   use   in   arguing  with   a   nuisance."   veronica   leans   into   her   seat,   "i   assure   you   it's   nothing   interesting.   even   with   solaris   you   field   agents   manage   to   fuck   everything   up.   we're   too   busy   putting   bandages   over   your   cuts   and   scrapes   to   get   any   work   done."

[sp3cters]

               veronica’s  demeanor  does  little  to  deter  sloane  .  standoffish  personalities  within  mercy  are  a  dime  a  dozen  .  it’s  the  ones  who  keep  a  level  head  sprinkled  with  optimism  that  she  watches  out  for  .  arms  fold  across  her  chest  as  she  leans  against  the  doorframe  .  “  no  fire  .  can’t  someone  just  swing  by  and  say  hi  while  on  their  way  out  from  getting  their  daily  dose  of  solaris  ?  or  maybe  i  just  want  to  see  what  the  biomed  team’s  been  cooking  up  lately  .  ”

𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗋   𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗌   open,     ongoing 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝖿𝗋𝖺𝗆𝖾   +    𝗅𝗈𝖼𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇   morning,   biomedical   wing   -   veronica's   office

veronica's   office   sits   deep   within   the   biomedical   wing.   enveloped   in   it's   usual   coldness,   faint   strains   of   classic   music   fill   the   space.   the   agent   doesn't   glance   up   from   her   screen.   "is   there   a   fire ?"   she   asks,   "otherwise,   what's   the   reason   for   your   intrusion ?"