#formidablemudball

[amelserru]

➢ @formidablemudball

The thought will not leave him alone. Ever since he woke from those odd dreams, his core has been seized by feelings of conflict and confusion; more than usual, at least. Flashes of the scenes haunt him even when he’s awake: the fragments of that encounter with his predecessor and the sight of Tiamat’s primordial sea. Kingu feels like he’s drowning as he sprints through the city in search of a too-familiar presence.

Even with his presence detection limited, they are easy to pinpoint. It’s like moving in the direction of a towering mountain, or following the sound of a raging waterfall. He thought he’d never do this, never be the one that would seek them out, and yet here he is. He doesn’t slow down until he feels the servant nearby, and Kingu is certain they know he’s there, tracking them. In spite of this being his choice, the child of Tiamat pauses--hesitates, for a moment before approaching. Whether he’s giving himself time to steel himself or Enkidu a chance to leave, he’s not sure. Maybe both. 

What is he doing? “Enkidu.” Had he called them by name before? He can’t remember.

“Can we..” Sigh. “Do you have a moment?”

[sanctummilitis]

The region of Sector 01 portrayed itself as perhaps one of the quieter areas within city borders. It had been where Saber took time to walk, in effort to clear her head - even with the leisure time she had in the wars she’d been summoned to, they had been with purpose. this, however... what was the objective for her to do with such bountiful time?

Her saunter had slowed to a halt and eyes skyward. Fascination was rift over the levitating island; firstly, what kept it afloat, and why?

It played distraction momentarily, yet that had been all the time necessary for the street to shake violently. Saber backed from the chattering buildings in anticipation for their collapse. and they did - just not in the fashion she had expected.

they were sinking like concrete had become quicksand, and none seemed to emerge from the doors. It was an alarming sight to behold, with the wonder of how many had gone down with them. But it was not yet over, as replacements arose, and by the culmination of the quake, all was as if nothing had happened. save for the rearranged faces - the street as a whole swapped for another.

She was dazed with effort to process it all, and scoured the street with question as to why none reacted to the phenomenon. The one she approached was another servant; a factor which could wait until after what she deemed more pressing. “What force sunk the buildings that were here? None of the citizens appeared fazed - how can they bear no expression to the taking of entire structures, and those within?”

@formidablemudball

[visravana]

@formidablemudball

            What... was he doing here? She was surrounded by all the Shinki she had owned previously, and they seemed to want to drag her down with them. No matter how powerful she was of being able to control this, she couldn’t. She just couldn’t bring herself to harm her family, no matter how much time had passed since their deaths. 

            She could do nothing but stand in front of them; it felt all too real. What lied before her were her mistakes as a god, proof that her past would always come back to her no matter how long it had been.

            It was then when she saw the familiar face of an old acquaintance pop up that she perked up, eyes bewildered as she stared at him in panic. Her hand quickly tried to wave him away, hoping it would keep distance between the two.

            “Leave at once! This has nothing to do with you!”

[blastedtree-blog]

@formidablemudball

This city had no shortage of mana signatures, but there was one in particular that concerned her. It was incredibly strong, and more worrisome still, it was unfamiliar. The strength that bled from this individual (who undoubtedly wasn’t present in Chaldea) felt strongest when she was within her own apartment, which made it difficult for her to relax. Any Servant that wasn’t allied with Gudako and Gudao could easily be an enemy.

Frankenstein’s monster ruminated over this mystery from within the washroom, her damp hair newly braided and pinned up against the back of her skull. She didn’t need to bathe, but it comforted her; it was a human activity, something that she’d been denied for her entire life, and the cool water felt nice on her overheated circuitry. Once she was fully dry and clothed, she opened the door... ... And found herself face-to-face with a green-haired individual.

“Hua--!!” Alarmed by their sudden appearance, she staggered back, her bare feet unsteady against the damp tile.

[saishounoeiyuu]

♔ ; @formidablemudball

---- For over a month, the King had traveled the lengths of the city as he willed. He had seen the place in shambles, but even now, with it restored to what he could only assume was its true glory, as he looked down from on high, he stood fairly unimpressed. 

The modern world had taken leave of its sense in terms of design. There was no flow to the towering skyscrapers, no beauty in the place’s design. It was a far cry from the shining streets of Uruk and even the hills and valleys that had surrounded it. Perhaps it was unfair to compare this to the place he’d claimed as his own so long ago, but that was the King’s standard. Anything less simply wasn’t worth his attention.

“It’s  as pitiful as it is grand. But you have come before me. What have you come to learn about this city, my friend?”

He had no need to turn around to know who it was that had come up behind him. When he had first arrived, he had sensed him in this place. He had not sought him out because he knew their paths would come to cross eventually. Fate had a nasty habit of attempting to toy with the heart, after all.

[dioleft]

We better climb up through that window up there that seems impossibly high.

Whose Line Is It Anyway? sentence starters

Dio glanced above their heads, spotting the aforementioned window. Clicking his tongue, he quickly gauged how far away the window was, and formulated the first draft of a plan - a draft that would have to do for now.

“Give me a boost, we’ll see if that’ll work,” he murmured, eyes fixed towards the sky.

[sinisternocturne]

👾 (It is tradition.)

A leather pouch containing a small (3 inch) monkey carved from black wood (presumably Ebenholz). It seems quite old and worn, but it is still possible to discern its leering features.[Anyone sleeping within 10 feet of the monkey will have horrible nightmares of a black stalking creature creeping closer and closer. SAN loss is 1/1d4 each time. If reduced to zero SAN in this way the victim also suffers 5d6 of damage as his or her flesh is torn as if by invisible claws.]

“Oh, for the love of-”

“Enkidu? How many awful statues are you going to send me? Where did you find this? How can I get it back to where it belongs?”

[amelserru]

@formidablemudball

This is not the first time the city is swallowed by chaos and panic, it seems almost common at this point, and yet Kingu couldn’t help but marvel at the magnitude of this particular event. Some of the phantoms are visible to him in passing, though he paid them little attention. Perhaps a small part of him worried over a few select individuals, making him roam the city as if in search of them. And that’s when he hears it the first time. 

It’s an all-too-familiar clattering and unsettling laughter. His body freezes, shoulders tensing involuntarily at the sound when he turns and fails to find the source of it.. “Useless, useless!” Every repetition brings them closer to him, that’s what his senses tell him, and yet not a single creature comes within sight. It’s an almost unbearable skin-crawling sensation. “Fool! Hahahaha!”

It might not be fear exactly (he knows he should be capable of dealing with the lahmu, even while weakened here), but the uncertainty and paranoia at their perceived proximity serves a similar enough purpose. Kingu takes tentative steps back, weary of a repeat of the events that almost led to his death back in Babylonia. Nothing seems to happen, the echoes quieten for a moment, and he takes the chance to run from the area. “Why are they...”

[blastedtree-blog]

💌- A memory about an important event in my muse's life

💌- A memory about an important event in my muse’s life

She watches the humans from her hut. It’s a fragile little structure, something made from haphazardly-strewn sticks and wet leaves, but it keeps the weather at bay – and most importantly, it keeps her out of sight.

It’s been several months now, and in her loneliness, she’s begun to think of them as the family she never had. Through observing their daily lives, she’s learned to identify speech as language: A proper term for something that she understood from the moment of her creation, yet its true purpose evaded her. Those words are the same things that can be found printed on paper, forming sentences that create an idea of their own. If she strains her ears, she can hear them say things like the garden, and she can spell it out; t-h-e, a space to separate the words, g-a-r-d-e-n. She writes down pieces of their conversations, inscribing them into the dirt with her filthy bandaged fingers, until her vocabulary is on par with theirs.

She will go to her father soon. She will tell him that she put herself back together, that she learned how to speak and to write and to feel. If she works hard enough at emulating humans, perhaps he will finally love her.

[warincarnate]

💪 I'm gonna touch 'em with my /teeth/

send 💪 to touch my muse’s muscles! --- accepting

“ if it’s a fight you wanted, you ought to have offered some preparation time at least. but alright, bite me and you win. if i rip your legs off, then it’ll be my victory. “ whether or not is sounds fair is besides the point, for he’s already stripping off his leather jacket. let’s get ready to rumble nerdkidu

[sinisternocturne]

💥- if Your muse wakes up with complete amnesia, how would they react? How scared would they be? What caused it?

Edward would be.... terrified. He’d feel even more scared and rootless than he already does. Edward needs roots to feel safe.

He’d probably try to find out who he was, while making a lot of bad choices along the way.

[amelserru]

@formidablemudball

He gives into the foreign urge soon enough after his body stops resisting, his distorted figure wandering and adding to the chaos engulfing the city. Even for a wraith Kingu is mostly silent, his claws scraping concrete and metal and turning it into nothing as he moves while in search for prey. So far, nothing has quite perturbed him enough to make him hesitate or act in a particularly violent manner. Kingu simply, leisurely, follows this instinct imposed on him; these lives mean nothing.

At least until a too-familiar individual comes into view, halting the wraith. Conflicting emotions take hold of him, and he freezes similarly to how he had on their first encounter. Reach out. Destroy. Just a touch. He wants to dig his claws into their body, wants to watch it crumble away as everything else he’s touched. The urge is so strong, stronger than any other he’s felt until now, and yet... 

I’ll die.

Whatever remains of his rational mind screams in protest; they are stronger, their might unrestricted, and surely they will kill him. A screech builds up in his throat and the restless wail he releases, still frozen in place, is filled with frustration, blood lust and fear. 

[headmastering]

Little thing!

“Wow, your hair sure is green. B-but that’s a compliment. I’ve always liked green. Mom says it makes me more patriotic or something which I dunno about since I like Mystral’s blue too. But anyway! My Momma made me green scarf when she found out- it’s darker than your hair but do you wanna see it? It’s really soft! Mom says I’ll wear it out if i wear it so often but Momma can always make a new one.. right?”

[warincarnate]

There is something lying just outside Gilgamesh's door. There is a little tag attached that declares that it is "From Enkidu." It is an arm. Enkidu's arm to be precise. The other side of the card says "April Fools." Apparently they've slightly misunderstood the concept.

a pause. arms were not often the gift of choice, in fact he supposed that arms placed upon one’s doorstep are but a rather morbid type of present-giving affair really. alas, he can barely contain himself. he spits out the contents out his mouth and guffaws, laughter booming as he seizes the door frame and erupts into maniacal hysteria. 

the only appropriate response would be to send back something of equal hilarity. it’s rather a good thing he’s purchased the gaudiest of rugs; an expensive tiger-skin still bearing its head with jaws agape and teeth as sharp as they come. it’s only a matter of time before enkidu wakes up to find a tiger-head sitting upon their pillow. 

[karxsu-blog]

“ It’s the human beings who confuse me. ”

westworld sentences || accepting

@formidablemudball​

“Uh, well… even though I am one, I still don’t really understand them,” mumbled Yata, shrugging his shoulders lamely. What did someone say to a thing like that? He supposed he couldn’t blame them– humans were fucking weird. They did strange, stupid bullshit all the time, never seemed to have a grip on life… Yeah, they were pretty confusing.

“Sorry, I guess you’re outta luck on that one.”