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[orphanedshadow]

But quiet shouts, because loud noises not fun.

// since its autism awareness month, shout out to all the autistic muns and muses !

[orphanedshadow]

tumblr friendships are hard to maintain like im sorry i know i havent talked to you in 5 months but you’re still super rad and i still consider us friends im just dumb

[orphanedshadow]

Over the millennia this place had been used by countless beings with countless agendas. Before the flood it had been the covenant, diligently working on understanding these ancient technologies, and before them races lost to time.

But the facility was not easy to kill, and more resilient still was the embryo that it had kept in stasis, a creature that had finally hatched under the covenant's watchful eyes.

Now that creature was free, and well fed on the various infected that swarmed this place. So well-fed that it had a tendency to occasionally drift into sleep…at least until something disturbed the network of spiderwebbing darkness that it had sent throughout the entire facility.

Unlike the shambling hoard it was silent, a far more cunning predator than that which it hunted. Of course it was not hunting much at the moment, not when this stranger was tramping about with loud boots and taking down so much of its collection of future snacks. Honestly the creature appreciated it, even if it was getting a little bored of not having to hunt for its own food. That boredom was enough for it to be a little less cautious, wondering if the being might actually notice its actions.

The creature had long since altered the environment to suit its needs, dragging bits of technology into the core of the base and diverting almost all the power to heat. It liked things warm, warmth seemed to speed the infection along ever so slightly, and it helped keep off the chill that came with remembering stasis. Of course some of the lights could stay as well, killing them in all parts of the facility was more trouble than it was worth.

It would not register as life, not when it was simply a mass of darkness, nor would it be sensed as heat… but the creature was still there, stalking its new toy, and waiting until the next wave of enemies comes…this time the creature thinks it might watch things from up close. That sounded like fun, and the thought was enough to bring a strange vibrating purr from the depths of its core.

@orphanedshadow gets a starter.

He was cut off, stranded, and he didn't know how long it would be before rescue would arrive. It wasn't the worst situation he'd ever found himself in but --

He glanced at the ammo count on his heads up display, and bit back a grimace that no one but Cortana would even be able to see beneath his helmet. All right, so. Close to the worst. He'd have to improvise. With enough time, he and Cortana could find enough mechanical and chemical components to create a flamethrower; it wouldn't be the first time he'd had to craft his own weapons and explosives. And it was about the only option left if he wanted to survive the flood-infected forms that shuffled and swarmed their way through what was left of the facility. Intel had suggested it might be an outpost of the civilization that had built the Halo, but from what he had been able to glean from the fractured computer cores and generally useless equipment he'd come across so far, it seemed like something else. Something else that had been experimenting on or ... he wasn't one given to shudders, but if he had? Experimented on by the pathogen infected lifeforms.

The thought of them being that cognizant was not something he relished. The thought that there might be some other alien force out there that was (or had been) scientifically advanced to build this place wasn't exactly comforting either.

A faint slither, a sound in the peripheral had him pivoting on a heel, weapon at the ready. Cortana's overlay of the room and what she could identify read in pale lines across his hud; workbenches, a room, specimen containers, barely flickering overhead lights and the low thrum of whatever power converter still kept this place its version of operational.

Nothing triggered movement with his night vision or the heat sensors of his helmet. He clicked on a low level of the flashlights on his shoulders. "Cortana, any life signs registering on your sensors that I'm not seeing?" No blips of movement on his hud atm, either.

#in the storm's path: thread #halofcrged #master chief tag pending #halo verse tag pending

[orphanedshadow]

Unlike some people Kara adored magic, and these spells were fascinating. She was too focused on them to even notice the trap that had clotheslined her uncle, being far too short to even come close to it.

It was only when he snarled that she suddenly snapped back to reality, squirrelling away the enchanted knife that had caught her focus. Dark eyes looked up at her uncle with concern as she quickly moved to his side.

The moment her hand wrapped around the hilt of his sword she hissed, having not expected the pain, or the feeling of her fingers growing cold. Yet she persisted, drawing the blade despite the muscles in her hand beginning to spasm and lock up, knowing the Empyrean blade would make short work of the offending spell.

Her movement was a little unsteady as she brought the blade down a few inches from one of Gabe's wings, snapping the most important thread of the spell. Hopefully from that he would be able to pull himself free, if not Kara supposed she would have to go for a few more strands.

Teeth are bared. Jaw set, muscle tightly clenched. BURNS. Eyes flicker between blue and gold, snap in vain at empty air. Scraping of boots on forest floor. Twinge in right achilles' heel; fresh blood warm and sticky. Wound isn't from this, but movement's limited all the same.

If one were to sniff the air, there'd be the scent of ozone. Sharp and electric. A weakness.

Hands curl, fingers digging into enchanted metal. Knowing he's being burned. Burned and sliced and bled. How he DESPISES magic.

Suddenly, a hard yank. Whatever trap he'd sprung, sprang on him. Normally whiplash'd kill a human. To him, an IRRITATING inconvenience. Wings flatten nearby foliage; bushes and trees aren't safe. Feather-blades bite into wood. Scarring deep.

❝ Fuckin' hate this shit! ❞ Choked snarl. Venom evident in tone. Promising a cold-blooded, violent, and unforgiving retribution once free.

#grandmother's little demon: hellraised #in the storm's path: thread #blxsscdxfxrsakcn

[orphanedshadow]

It took Kara a while to move from the corner, even with the promise of food. But by the time Sylvanas left she had calmed a little, enough to begin making herself a little nest in the corner and spend a moment taking inventory of the contents of her pockets.

One little undead mouse skeleton. Check. One small angry little dog thing? Check. Pages torn from necromantic texts? Check. Cursed items? Knives? Her last piece of jerky? Check, check, and check.

She didn't have everything that was stashed away in the little hideaway she called home, but Kara had the important things, and it would be enough for her to survive.

She didn't do more than nod a little at the questions, nibbling a little on the jerky as she waited. Not that it was more than a few tiny bites, food had certainly been scarce for her recently.

By the time strangers entered there was nothing left of her jerky, the last bite fed to the little shadow of a puppy that she had in her pocket.

Usually she would have fled, but the thought of an entire bowl of soup was enough to keep her mostly still, even though a little bit of energy did flare up at the man's approach, accompanied by the hint of a threatening growl.

However, Jaina's words did calm her slightly, so she did not do more than growl, a sound that was almost drowned out by the growling of her stomach. Still she took the time to sketch two more words. "Safe? Promise?" Not that she tended to worry about poisons, not when death seemed to roll off of her as easily as a marble off a table.

Jaina had rested with Kara since she knew she was prone to flashbacks which was something she was all too familiar to. Pulling the girl closer to her to lay the girl's head on her shoulder, she summoned gently comb using magic before gently brushing the girl's hair much like her own mother used to do with her.

She's just a little girl... I can't imagine the horrors she must've have endured..

Her thoughts were interrupted when the little girl awoke in fright. She quietly shushed the girl's worries. "There's no need to be afraid, you're safe. You're in a safe place." She sat up and glanced at the little girl. "We... didn't want to wake you, you were exhausted that you passed out. We brought you here so you could rest. Sylvanas is making food for you. And I asked my brother to bring some food from my homeland. You like eel liver soup?" She smiled softly before her sea blue eyes glanced into brown ones. "I hope i didn't wake you?" She asked, with a slight concerned look and frown. She glanced at the doorway where she saw a pale elf with red eyes and black hair in dark ranger garab. The woman looked similar to her partner, Sylanas. "Alina, is Tandred here?" Jaina asked before the man in requestion walked out from behind the dark ranger, he was a strong sailor, with blonde hair and beard. "As requested, little sister." He said before walking over to the two with a bowl of soup. "This is Tandred, my brother." Jaina said with a soft smile towards the girl. "He's a good man, he won't hurt you."

#wow tag pending #blueeyedbanshee #in the storm's path: thread

[orphanedshadow]

if we loose this feature tomorrow let me just say it was a pleasure booping with all of you.

[orphanedshadow]

people who don’t have boops on, I respect your peace but also picture me standing outside your blog scratching the door like a cat wanting to be let in

[orphanedshadow]

Ghost hunters finally gone, they were here until 1am. So sleepy.

Also it's a little too warm to sleep comfortably, so I am willing to accept a little ghosty cuddle for a cold spot. Would be lovely.

Gonna be sleeping at the Museum tonight.

We've got ghost hunters coming tonight to do their thing, they may be here until like midnight or later, and tonight is my night to babysit them.

I don't feel like doing the 40 minute drive home at that time, so I've got my sleeping bag and will be crashing in my office.

#ooc mobile

[orphanedshadow]

At least one of them has freaked themselves out, and they have brought an Ouija board... also there are 11 ghost hunters.

It's hilarious, at least one of them has made themselves scared, and here I am, walking around without turning all the lights on, because whatever.

Gonna be sleeping at the Museum tonight.

We've got ghost hunters coming tonight to do their thing, they may be here until like midnight or later, and tonight is my night to babysit them.

I don't feel like doing the 40 minute drive home at that time, so I've got my sleeping bag and will be crashing in my office.

#ooc mobile

[orphanedshadow]

Ghost hunter 3: Did you guys move that mannequin that was out in the other room.

Me: We haven't moved any mannequins.

GH3: *realizes I'm kidding* don't trip me out like that bro.

Me: The costume people are changing outfits. It's probably down with the extras.

Gonna be sleeping at the Museum tonight.

We've got ghost hunters coming tonight to do their thing, they may be here until like midnight or later, and tonight is my night to babysit them.

I don't feel like doing the 40 minute drive home at that time, so I've got my sleeping bag and will be crashing in my office.

#look I had to #ooc mobile #also he laughed...and GH3 looks like a typical stoner #shaggy coded ghost hunter #according to the other ghost hunter he's always tripping

[orphanedshadow]

The hypothetical ghosties have been promised ice cream if they spook the ghost hunters good. They have also been offered a grape.

I don't know where I stand on the whole ghost thing, and even if ghosts do exist I don't think they're here... but on the other hand mama didn't raise no idiot. I'm not gonna be rude to the ghosts, that's how you get your ass murdered.

Gonna be sleeping at the Museum tonight.

We've got ghost hunters coming tonight to do their thing, they may be here until like midnight or later, and tonight is my night to babysit them.

I don't feel like doing the 40 minute drive home at that time, so I've got my sleeping bag and will be crashing in my office.

#ooc mobile

[orphanedshadow]

Gonna be sleeping at the Museum tonight.

We've got ghost hunters coming tonight to do their thing, they may be here until like midnight or later, and tonight is my night to babysit them.

I don't feel like doing the 40 minute drive home at that time, so I've got my sleeping bag and will be crashing in my office.

#and I'm gonna be a good girl and not fuck with them #ooc mobile

[orphanedshadow]

blood, blood, gallons of the stuff ! a collection of icky, bloody prompts for those who like to choose violence. actions are reversible. general warning for blood, violence, murder, death.

𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 :

" that's a lot of blood. "

" it isn't mine. "

" what did you do ? "

[ sigh ] " what did you do ? "

" come on. have a taste. "

" holy shit, are you okay ? "

" it looks worse than it feels. "

" you should see the other guy. "

" it's a good look on you. you should get covered in blood more often. "

" lean on me. "

" oh my god. oh my god, oh my god, what the fuck ? is that what i fucking think it is ? "

" . . . gross. "

[ standing over a body ] " oops. "

" is that a fucking body ? "

" look, i'm sorry, okay ? "

" what the hell happened ? "

" before you say anything, it wasn't me. "

" at least it wasn't me this time. "

" look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you pretend it isn't. "

" look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you wish it wasn't. "

" i'm not scared of you. "

" you don't scare me. "

" shut up and let me help you. "

" i got your shirt all bloody. "

" let's get you cleaned up. "

" that looks like it hurts. "

" i'm fine, just. . . give me a minute. "

" we are so fucked. "

" what the fuck is wrong with you ? "

" are you gonna help me clean it up or not ? "

" the fucker deserved it. "

" red looks good on you. "

" what the hell did you do ; tap - dance all over the body with ice - skates ? "

" what, did you run over the body with your car a couple times after ? "

" i. . . i didn't mean to. . . "

" sorry. fuck, i'm sorry. "

" this isn't what it looks like. "

" it was an accident. "

" motherfucker ran right into my knife, i swear. "

" people need to look both ways before crossing. . . bullets. "

" would you believe me if i said wrong place, wrong time ? "

" hey, look at me. i don't care. are you okay ? "

" they deserved it, right ? please tell me they deserved it. "

" you're bleeding. "

" what the fuck happened to you ? "

" you're getting blood on the carpet. "

" sit down before you fall down. "

" that looks like a you problem. "

𝚄𝙽𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 :

sender spits out a mouthful of blood at receiver's feet

sender spits out a mouthful of blood on receiver

receiver finds sender covered in blood

sender tries desperately to stop receiver's bleeding

sender helps receiver clean up after a kill

sender wipes blood from receiver's face with a washcloth

sender wipes blood from receiver's face with their thumb

sender licks receiver's blood off a knife

sender licks receiver's blood off their thumb

sender lights up a cigarette a foot away from someone they killed before offering one to receiver

receiver finds sender stood over a body

sender stitches up receiver's wound [ optional wound placement ]

sender digs their finger into receiver's wound [ optional wound placement ]

sender frantically checks receiver for injuries under all the blood

sender guides receiver's bloody hands under a faucet / water source and begins washing them clean

sender bites receiver hard enough to draw blood

sender tilts receiver's head back to staunch a nosebleed

sender draws a smiley face out of the blood they spilled :)

receiver finds sender cleaning up a kill in a daze

sender looks receiver in the eye as they shoot / stab / kill someone

sender ruffles receiver's hair, getting blood all over their hand

sender gets some of receiver's blood on them and makes a face

sender flicks blood at receiver to annoy them

sender stomps in a pool of blood to splash it on receiver

sender slips in their victim's blood but receiver steadies them before they can fall

sender steadies receiver when they slip in the blood sender spilled

receiver comes home to sender covered in blood and waiting for them with all the lights off

sender spits out a tooth and it hits receiver

sender tries to wipe blood off receiver but the blood on their hands just makes it worse

sender takes an injury meant for receiver

sender shows up on receiver's doorstep covered in blood

sender sits down quietly next to receiver after receiver kills someone

sender punches receiver in the mouth

receiver watches sender lick the blood off their fingers like its cheeto dust

sender helps receiver bury a body

sender hugs receiver just to get their victim's blood all over them <3

sender hugs receiver just to get their blood all over them <3

sender leans on receiver for support

sender kills someone to protect receiver

receiver finds sender in a frenzy maiming a body after they've already killed it

sender kills someone and the blood spatters on receiver

receiver finds sender desperately trying to wash the blood off of themself

sender kisses receiver to taste the blood on their busted lip

sender shoots / stabs receiver non - fatally as a warning

[orphanedshadow]

                                         " this is my shield. 

                                             I bear it before me into battle,

                                but it is not mine alone. “

(( new promo for @blxsscd-x-fxrsakcn​ ))

#promos #pls go follow friend they're lonely

[orphanedshadow]

"Actually I could have performed that spell with a single drop of your blood, but do you have any idea how difficult it is to obtain uncontaminated Archangel blood?...also...you irritated me."

❝ Did you really have to fuckin' stab me a half dozen times for us to blend in? Now I've got red leakin' outta my everywhere. Thanks. ❞

#here have hunter Kara being horrible #blxsscdxfxrsakcn #dominion verse pending #in the storm's path: thread

[orphanedshadow]

So I applied for a job a little while ago and I got it.

Gonna be working in a museum, and it's full time (and I'll also be doing a day a week at the hardware store) so I may be even more scarce than before....though there's a decent chance that I'll be more available in IMs in this job.

[orphanedshadow]

ALSO: she definitely had just put her name in multiple times to get food, and went along with it when she got chosen. Like the arena has what? 11 other people? Sounds awesome for an antisocial little monster.

And do they actually know how old she is? Potentially not. She's just some little district 10 cryptid, who occasionally steals unused scraps of hide, bone, and sinew from the cattle being butchured, and probably is suspected of being some orphan who's parents died somehow and left her alone.

The real reason that they kept her once she was picked (or even selected her intentionally) is because a feral little rebellious thing dying in the arena is pretty good propaganda, and a good story. Also the kid is mute, so it's not like she can disagree with anything they say about her.

I just thought about if Kara got pulled into the Hunger games and had to laugh. Like this kid would be impossible to market, and is so uncontrollable.

They'd be betting she'd die first because she didn't participate during the "training" (just watched) and vanished into the woods the second that she was able.

Next thing they know she's literally MADE a flint knife, followed by a crude bow and arrows and is in the process of making up better bow.

The kid has repurposed everything into something for survival, taken none of what was provided, has already made and scavanged a small backpack full of food (and of poisons).

She has no interest in any kind of sponsorship, or alliance, or anything like that, just a feral little girl who is not here to play games, she is here to survive.