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notcrazyokay asked you:

5 and 6. ... Maybe 11?

5. Friendship 6. To chill 11. A hug

"We're friends, and we can always chill if you want... and... a... hug...? I can... give you a hug..."

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Reblog And See What People Want From You!

1. A baby 2. A second chance 3. Sex 4. Kiss 5. Friendship 6. To chill 7. To cuddle 8. A long term relationship 9. A good laugh 10. An apology 11. A hug 12. Be my bitch 13. Be my sex buddy 14. Simply to be mine 15. MY BED. NO CLOTHES. NOW.

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Impersonate me in my Ask. Do it.

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{Raise your hand if you've ever felt like a shitty rp partner.}

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freelancer-south-dakota asked you:

Shiver

Shiver: Our muses trying to stay warm

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The Mother of Invention's tech crew may be capable of running a giant ass space frigate, or even the weapons and equipment that was onboard, but as both South and Oregon were finding out, they can't fix the heating at all. South was sitting in the recovery room, next to North's bed with her arms crossed over her chest. At least, that's how Oregon found her when she arrived in Recovery one with a blanket around her shoulders in an effort to keep warm. She looked down at North, watching as he slept in silence. "He won't be awake for another few hours." South's voice made Oregon jump a little and look at her. She was slumped in her seat, white-blond hanging over tired eyes and lips pressed together in a very light scowl. "Will he... be okay?" Oregon dared asking. South shrugged. "Probably. He's strong, so he'll be alright." She nodded and looked back at North before noticing South's shiver. Without hesitation, Oregon bundled the blanked that was around her shoulders and folded it up in her arms, then held it out to South. "What?" "Here... Y-you're cold... and you've got a long night ahead." The blond freelancer eyed her down for a few long moments before reluctantly taking the blanket. "Thanks." Oregon nodded her head and smiled a little before turning on her heel and starting to walk out. That was, until she heard South's voice. "Hey, uh, Oregon?" She turned to look at her, "y-yeah?" "When he wakes up, he's gonna want to see a friend... do you want to wait with me?" Oregon stood there for a moment, debating it in her head before ultimately giving in, turning around and sitting down next to South. A chill swept through the recovery room and caused both freelancers to shiver. "Here..." Oregon murmured, pulling the blanket from where it rest on South's lap and bringing it over both their shoulders. That might have even caused South to smile a little. "Thanks." "It's no problem... really..."

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agentnevvyork asked you:

Nocturnal :3

Nocturnal: Our muses up late at night

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"Hey, Oregon, can I talk to you for a sec?" In all honesty, York coming up to her and asking to speak made her a little nervous, but she managed to swallow the lump in her throat and nod. "Sure, what's wrong?" He lets out a little sigh, "It's Wash... he's..." "Did you look in the third draw down in his dresser and find the pictures?" There's a pause before York nods, "Yeah... I was wondering if you had any idea what's up with that." Oregon slid her hands into her pockets and gave a little shrug, "He just likes cats, I suppose." "'Just likes cats'? I swear, he's a cat lady. I wonder if he gets withdrawal." The silence that stretches between them isn't awkward, rather, a knowledgeable one, when both parties are thinking the same thing. "York... Y-you can pick a lock, right?" Oregon asks him and he nods almost immediately. "Of course... You thinkin' what I'm thinkin'?" "We sneak in and take the pictures and see how he reacts?" A smile spreads across York's face and he nods. "He's got training later tonight. Meet me outside his room at eleven?" "Sure." -- It's half past eleven when York finally rocks up outside Wash's door, which left Oregon waiting there a full half hour alone. "Do you have everything to pick the lock?" She asks him, and he replies with a nod. "Of course. Keep a look out in case anyone comes." She takes her position leaning on the wall opposite Wash's door and folds her arms, watching as the other freelancer works on the lock. In a matter of seconds, the lock turns green and the door opens without a sound. "Ha!" York's face was beaming when it looked back at Oregon, "You coming in?" She shook her head, "No, in case someone comes." With a shrug, he proceeded to creep into the darkened room and make his way to the dresser. It's only when Oregon sees York open the drawer when an alarm goes off, leaving him cursing as he scoops up all of the photos and sprints out of the room. "The drawer had an alarm, Oregon, run!" Oregon blinked for a moment, dumbfounded before finally running after York, catching up as much as she could before he reached his own room. He opened the door as quickly as he could and stepped aside to let Oregon though, the two of them stumbling in, out of breath, and shutting the door behind them. "You... okay... Oregon?" York panted, looking down to the ground where all the pictures of cats spilled out of his arms and on to the carpet. "Y-yeah... I'm... fine..." She huffed before her eyes widened. "Uuuh... York?" "Yeah?" "... That's a lot of cats..." "And he still thinks he's not a catlady." "... He needs help."

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agent-connecticut asked you:

Nocturnal

Nocturnal: Our muses up late at night

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Late nights on the Mother of Invention usually meant coffee in the rec room for CT and Oregon, especially when the ship's on board technicians overclocked the air conditioning and the ship was ten degrees colder than it had any right to be. They both sat on the couch, cradling the mugs filled with the steaming beverage and content with the blankets piled on top of them. "CT?" Oregon asks after taking a sip from the mug, looking over to the other freelancer on the couch. "Hmm?" She looks back with and eyebrow raised, "What?" "W-what was your favorite thing to do... back before the war...?" She smiled at Oregon before a thoughtful look crossed her face. CT was like this for a few moments before finally speaking. "Stargazing." "Stargazing?" "Yeah, there was nothing I wanted more than to fly through the stars. I guess it didn't turn out exactly how I wanted it." There was a brief pause in which the two both took mouthfuls of coffee before CT spoke again. "What about you?" "It's the same for me. They just seemed so pretty... and hopeful..." Oregon let out a sigh and gave CT a little smile as she hauled herself onto her feet, "I should be going to bed... I have training in the morning." The freelancer still sitting on the couch nodded in response, "'Night then." "'Night." And then Oregon left the room with barely a noise, leaving the other agent on the couch, still sipping her coffee with a slight smile on her face.

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agent-connecticut asked you:

[[drfghfnkjn HEATHER! I had no idea you were here!]]

((HI THERE! ASDLKFHALSKDFHALS :D))

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Send me a drabble prompt

Goodbye: My muse watching yours die

Farewell: My muse or yours leaving the other (Please specify which)

Blood: My muse killing yours

Shiver: Our muses trying to stay warm

Hush: My muse trying to calm and quiet yours

War: Our muses arguing

Nocturnal: Our muses up late at night

Confession: My muse confesses something to yours

Reckless: My muse does something dangerous for yours

Warmth: Our muses doing something fluffy and cute together

Intimate: Our muses doing some hot and steamy together

Phobia: Our muses discussing what scares them

Tricky: Our muses doing something sneaky

Deceive: My muse lying to yours

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In the spirit of the 21st, go in my ask and tell my character one thing yours has always wanted to tell them. Anon or not.

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(( goddamn using tumblr on an ipad without the app is a pain in the ass. I can't reblog a text post and add something to it because it's all in html and I don't know how the fuck it works and I don't have the time to learn. Fjnlmadnljfadhlfan,fdamadflfdamnm so done with the lack of internet in this house. After this, I have a cap of 6gb of downloads per month. That's like twenty videos or something. Fjsdfhjljhl I hate this so much))

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LAYER ONE : THE OUTSIDE

- Name: Oregon, but her real name is Jane - Eye Color: Blue. - Hair Style/Color: Brown, long at the front and short at the back, maybe a little messy. - Height: kinda medium height? - Clothing style: Armour most of the time, but when there's free time when she's not on missions, probably jeans and a tshirt, something comfortable. - Best physical feature: Eyes?

LAYER TWO: THE INSIDE

- Your fears: Teammates dying - Your guilty pleasure: Most probably eating sweets - Your biggest pet peeve: Not getting as many missions because she's lower on the score board than her friends. - Your ambitions for the future: It's pretty much surviving and trying to get higher on the score board.

LAYER THREE: THOUGHTS

- Your first thoughts waking up: It varies, but usually it's about getting ready for the day and somehow getting into the armour again - What you think about most: Training to be better, or probably how Wash is doing considering he's getting his AI soon - What you think about before bed: Mostly it's overthinking pointless things. - You think your best quality is: She's funny when she wants to be and when she's not quiet

LAYER FOUR: WHAT’S BETTER?

- Single or group dates: Group dates because they'd get fed up with how quiet she is. - To be loved or respected: Respected - Beauty or brains: Brains. - Dogs or cats: Cats. LAYER FIVE: DO YOU?

- Lie: Only when it’s necessary. - Believe in yourself: Not really -Believe in love: Not really, there's more important things anyway;

LAYER SIX: EVER?

- Been on stage: Never - Done drugs: Never. - Changed who you were to fit in: A little bit... Didn't turn out well though.

LAYER SEVEN: FAVORITES

- Favorite color: either blue or orange - Favorite animal: Cats. Because Wash. - Favorite movie:It was years since she last saw a movie... But it would have to be Lord of the Rings. - Favorite game: God, probably some card or dice game, something simple. LAYER EIGHT: AGE

- Day your next birthday will be: June 4th. - How old will you be: Twenty three. - Age you lost your virginity:  Eighteen or nineteen, around there - Does age matter: A little bit

LAYER NINE: IN A BOY OR GIRL

- Best personality: Kind and caring, if he was also a little quiet, that would be okay. - Best eye color: Doesn't mind at all - Best hair color: doesn't mind - Best thing to do with a partner: Something that you both enjoy, I guess.

LAYER TEN: FINISH THE SENTENCE

- I love: Places that are quiet - I feel: Always a little anxious, but usually okay - I hide: Quite a bit - I miss: When things were a lot more friendly and not as hectic. - I wish: I wasn't so shy

"Layers" Character Meme

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"Sigma? I-I don't know how I can hel- oh... are you sure?"

Oregon blinked, noticing something a little different with the other freelancer. “I-it has…” She paused a moment before speaking again, “A-are… you… okay?”