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Character Flaws && Strengths | 001

     ↳ bold what applies to your muse!

╳ Flaws

moody | short-tempered | emotionally unstable | whiny  controlling | conceited | possessive | paranoid | lies impatient | cowardly | bitter | selfish | power-hungry greedy | lazy | judgmental | forgetful | impulsive spiteful | stubborn | sadistic | petty | unlucky

♔ Strengths

honest | trustworthy | thoughtful | caring | brave patient | selfless | ambitious | tolerant | lucky intelligent | confident | focused | humble | generous merciful | observant | wise | clever | charming cheerful | optimistic | decisive | adaptive | calm

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if u ship ur muse with my muse

PLEASE FUCKING TELL ME

because i might also ship it

but i would be sitting there like

welp, i would do this, but i don’t know if they like it

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ɪ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ— ɪ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ... ɪ ᴡᴀs ᴀʟɪᴠᴇ.

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[ ooc: okay but you cannot tell me that lara croft was not in love with sam nishimura ]

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One error… and I came to life. I stepped out of the darkness and I opened my eyes. First, there was the fear, the light, the noise, the cold�� And the fear again… I could feel my hands shaking… My heart pounding in my chest… Life running into my veins… I wanted to live. I fought for that.

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Do not disturb, Mirko Rotondi

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I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.

Franz Kafka (via larmoyante)

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“But you’re aware, yes? You... you have your own thoughts?”

       “ In a way, similar, in many ways different. Short answer: yes. ”

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[·mysteriousignals·]

The survivor wipes a clear layer off sweat off her face, rolls her shoulders, breathes out and cocks her head towards the screaming creature. Ripley’s trying not to smile, but it still twitches the corner of her mouth. There’s nothing as satisfying as finally ending the creature that ruined your life. There was only a little limp when she made her way over to Kara —- whole body just plain tired, gloved hands reached out, resting her hand on top of Kara’s, lowering the flamethrower. “They aren’t invincible. Let’s get out of here.” ·

She can’t help but notice the strain that Ripley’s body is under. Kara herself could have her own limbs replaced--but a human cannot, not without a lot of effort and pain.·“Don’t strain yourself,” she says.·“Let me take the lead.”

With a glance at the carcass of the monster she’d just taken down--or rather they had taken down, Ripley’s actions giving Kara enough time to pull the trigger--she patted the other woman’s hand somewhat awkwardly and turned to stare into the blackness of the tunnel ahead of them.

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@brimming-sentience liked for a starter

“You--you’re like me, aren’t you?”

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Send me a word and my muse will respond with the first word that comes to mind.

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Kara obeys, pulling the trigger on the flamethrower and releasing a stream of fire onto the dark creature that twists and screams under the flame’s dancing, fervent malice.

“Will this be enough?” She calls, concentrating her focus on the thing’s face.

She’s fine. She’ll live. Crawling upward from the ground is a good thing.  At least to her.  “Kill the fucking thing.” She calls through gritted teeth.

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[ okay, i am exhausted. proper rp will begin tomorrow! in the meantime, like this post for a starter! ]

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but deep inside me i could feel something DIFFERENT

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[ okay, i am exhausted. proper rp will begin tomorrow! in the meantime, like this post for a starter! ]

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"In his own country, Death can be kind." (hii! thanks for the follow ^^)

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It was a mess of tangled wires and shattered chrome when she found it. It lay in the back of a dingy alley, behind a dumpster reeking of sour milk and vomit. Someone had bashed its chest in, had torn off its lower body and right arm. There was a mass of fluid on the ground, dark and thick like blood, except with an oily, reflective sheen. On the wall behind the limp body, a message had been spray painted in red:

DEATH TO DROIDS

Kara’s feet made little sound as she approached the scene. On the dark pavement, the barely-functional machine wheezed, spouting forth a new rush of oil from its severed body. Up close, Kara could see that the robot’s lower jaw had been wrenched from its socket, probably taken as a trophy. It moved its head, attempting to omit some sort of sound and only achieving a sort of high-pitched whining.

“I know,” she said, kneeling, although she did not know. “I’m sorry.” That, at least, was the truth. She paused to look into the machine’s eyes–a startling green–before adding, “Do you want me to end it?”

There was a long pause before the destroyed robot blinked once, slowly, and relaxed as much as it could. Kara turned the android’s head on its side and reached through the broken head, through the wires, through the broken shards. Procuring a small blade from her pocket, she worked her other hand into the metal and severed the wire that ran from the central processor to the rest of the body. Without so much as a gasp, the robot fell limp.

A few hours afterward, she saw the same face in a shop window, starng blankly out at the night as light flashed around it, advertising its various functions. Kara shivered.