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[   Daily reminder not to touch any of her experiments or equipment, thank you. ]

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making oc’s, there’s two modes i have

‘wow i drew a cute new oc!....but i can’t... decide a backstory or personality or anything writing related’

or

‘wow i have some writing ideas for a new oc! ... but i can’t... decide what they look like.’

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i make the mistake of listening to a remix of guzma’s theme and found a graffiti generator

and for shits and giggles i did vrepit sa??

but i say it’s a mistake because i’m thinking about a delinquent, street smart, city bred galra

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if you guys thought i was messing around

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[   “Eager am I for the day someone attempts to calibrate their prosthetic’s quintessence and tinker with it on their own. To try and upgrade their addition through their efforts alone...” ]

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The fact that villains exist,proves that heroes can’t save everyone.

Things I’ll Never Say (via imaginary-author)

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galranininterrogator replied to your post:  i haven’t done SHIT today it’s not like i don’t...                   

Take you’re time okay? We won’t need you getting stressed!

aaaa, i’ll try to then! i don’t want to worry you guys or anthing

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i haven’t done SHIT today

it’s not like i don’t have things to do bc i do

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i don’t know if you guys have caught on yet but:

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My muse has captured yours. Send me ✖ for my muse to notice yours is attempting to escape.        

   A bitter scowl etched the witch’s face as her feet carrying her through the expanse of the ship’s lengthy halls briskly. She had entrusted her druids with a simple, meager task of testing a new prosthetic concept on the Abyssal. Perhaps even a quintessence calibration. But they foolishly lost control of the situation and as consequence, involved their leader.

   Haggar wasted no time whatsoever in rounding a corner, her only guide was her senses constantly pinging the escapee’s location through energy. But she saw him before the recent signal reached her. It was only a brief glimpse, but it was enough to catch the Abyssal ducking into another hallway. Her eyes narrowed and she push to hurriedly pursue him, but the moment she rushed into the very hall-

   There was no one.

   Frustration threatened to darken her very thoughts as she pushed on much more slowly to remain on guard. There was no sound of rushed footsteps pounding into the metal of the flooring, nothing at all save the humming of the ship. There were very few places for the man to hide, so where could he be?

“Enough! I grow tired of these games you dare play,“ She growled, "You choose to foolishly act without consequence, knowing full and well that such is an inevitability.”

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My muse has captured yours. Send me ✖ for my muse to notice yours is attempting to escape.        

   Her clawed fingertips ghosted over the glass separating Haggar from creature within the confines of the capsule. One of many in the grand hall. One of few who became unstable time and again, such a delicate but volatile species. She was just beginning to pull her hand away when she felt a twinge of energy shoot through her senses, making her halt any movement. It seemed vaguely familiar, yet definitely out of place and with the emotions that ran rampant with it- Haggar’s eyes narrowed dangerously. The human.

   The witch tore her attention away from the unstable subject and sure enough, the brat was making her escape on the ground level.

   As much trouble as the young one presented, her wit and capabilities were almost impressive. Almost. However if this... Pidge... wished to complicate matters, then so be it. Haggar slipped her way through the shadows and easily phased through to the very same floor the paladin was on, behind a capsule.

   As the shadowy smoke drifted from the witch, a boy not unlike Pidge herself remained donning the very same prisoner garb. Her very own brother, right down to the soft brown eyes. A unsteady step was taken forwards to peer beyond the capsule- and very nearly collided with the paladin. But just as ‘he’ jerked back, ‘his’ hand shot out and snatched one of Pidge’s wrists to anchor her in place. Which was a little difficult, given the strength (or the lack there of) the brother had.

“W-wait...!” ‘Matt’ whispered almost a little too loudly, but now that ‘he’ had a better look of the human prisoner, any words prepared beforehand died out as disbelief dropped his expression. Even ‘his’ grip loosened as he stood there, speechless.

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decided to draw her with her cowl down--

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you guys are cute

and i feel bad for your muses

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My muse has captured yours. Send me ✖ for my muse to notice yours is attempting to escape.

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Ask my muse anything and they MUST answer.

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Fighting-Edition {Sentence Starters}

"Go ahead! Punch me!"

"You're really starting to piss me off!"

"You're challenging me?"

"You really wanna fight me, don't you?"

"Get back here so I can kick your sorry ass!"

"Drop your weapons and fight me fairly!"

"How long do you think you'll last?"

"You don't have a chance in Hell!"

"Let's go! You and me!"

"Is that the best you've got?"

"You really, really don't want to do this."

"Come at me, bro!"

"You're bruisin' for a cruisin', friend."

"Can you even stand up?"

"Pick up your weapon and fight me!"

"There's no way you'll beat me."

"I am going to punch you in the face!"

"Are you trying to pick a fight?"

"Stop, I don't wanna fight you!"

"You can't even touch me!"

"I doubt you'll make it out of this alive."

"You want me to kick your ass?"

"This will be your LAST mistake!"

"I rip you apart!"

"That was MY food!"

"If you're trying to make me mad, congratulations."

"You won't last a minute against me!"

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“If you don’t go after what you want, you’ll never have it. If you don’t ask, the answer is always no. If you don’t step forward, you’re always in the same place.”

Nora Roberts. There is no success without action. (via amargedom)