#aitruist

[ XX —accepting ]

MY OPINION ON;

CHARACTER IN GENERAL: Okay but on the low? Michael is my problematic fav. I can’t even begin to describe the love I have for this character. There’s literally so much he deserves && every single time I think he’s going to get it somebody rips it from him && I’m just… why baby? Why do you deserve the bad things? michael is such a wonderful character && i love the way they’ve developed him into something other than what he started as. they gave life to him && i think that’s why i love him so much. because he isn’t one dimensional. you never know what you’ll get from him && that’s honestly the most beautiful thing in this world.HOW THEY PLAY THEM: okay i’ll be honest, i don’t know if you wrote for the show but you are always so spot on with michael? && you get your character beyond belief. i literally do not trust anybody else with michael because the way you portray him, the way you bring life into him, it’s incredible. && it isn’t just highlighting on the good things — you touch on everything. his mental state, the bouts of depression he has, literally everything. && i feel like he deserves that because all of these awful things have happened to him. the way you bring that into him with everything you write is astounding. i couldn’t ask for a better michael && i’m so — i don’t even know. i’m just so happy i got the opportunity to discuss a basic plot with you, throw some things in place, && get hell started. because you’re fucking fabulous. that’s the bottom line.THE MUN:  ncdeikncidkncncd LIZZY. i fucking love lizzy. i don’t even know if i say that enough but i do. like, she’s low key a pain in my ass but it’s a really good pain. i don’t know what kind of good pain that is but it’s a good pain. she’s such a blessing with her bananas && her science && her little salt rants that she goes on. like, i’m addressing the general public lizzy but you should know that i really do love you to pieces. you’re such a wonderful person, inside && out. you never fail to make me laugh every time we talk because you bring a new piece of hell into my life. like this url — what the hell? i didn’t need this hell but here she is. i literally could not be happier with a person. 

DO I;

FOLLOW THEM: No. I really have no idea who this person is but — y e s I follow Lizzy. If you aren’t following her then — get on it? because you won’t regret it.RP WITH THEM: yes i do. always. i will never turn down the opportunity to write with them.WANT TO RP WITH THEM: if i wasn’t already then y e s obviously. my little prison break heart NEEDS it.SHIP THEIR CHARACTER WITH MINE: i don’t know? is that an answer? because i kind of feel like i could but at the same time we’re only three or four notes into one of our threads && i can’t tell the direction they’re about to head. like — i can see it, i really can, but i don’t know if i ship it yet. all i know is that these trash babies hurt my soul && i should have never trusted you with them because all we’re going to to is hurt each other. which is perfect. i love it.

WHAT IS MY;

OVERALL OPINION: i’m going to tag michael so everyone can follow: @aitruist <— that’s where you want to be at. && all of her other characters if you can find them. this one too. please follow this one. i’ll advertise for you bby. but seriously, this woman is a blessing to have. both as a writing partner && a friend. if you aren’t already following her, if you aren’t already discussing, if you aren’t — WHATEVER then you’re missing out. because each character she takes on is so spot on that it’s incredible. 100000000000000/10 would recommend using lizzy for all your roleplaying purposes.

Michael Scofield, Sara Tancredi, Theodore ‘ T-Bag ’ Bagwell, Felicia Lang, David ‘ Tweener ’ Apolskis & Alex Mahone from Fox’s ------

i kinda love you sometimes when you’re breathing.

PRISON BREAK SENTENCES.           ACCEPTING.

JUST FORGET ABOUT IT —-

that’s what she kept trying to tell herself. it had been so much easier before. well, she could have sworn it was. maybe she was just going insane. or maybe she was simply tired of being around people. 

        she couldn’t do this. not ever. life had already proven to her that love, hope.. a general feeling of happiness wasn’t possible for her. it never was & it never will be. but she’d be lying if she said this wasn’t hard for her. every single time she opened her eyes & saw.. them. that box, that basement.

JACKSEPTICEYE SENTENCES.       ACCEPTING.

❛ it’s nothing — just..  ❜ & so she pulls herself from her observation of the people around them to listen to the words that fall from his mouth. she dips her own head ( an attempt to keep her gaze from his ) as she listens, attention on michael for the time being. lips press together in frustration for a moment before she once again lifts her head to look around the room. she’s even more alert now. she reached out for him, slowly & carefully, giving him the chance to shy away from her if he absolutely had to. her touch was gentle & her gaze was firm as she watched him. she’d had trouble getting the words out. but they were unfamiliar to her. ❛ i love you, michael scofield. ❜

LALEH — SOME DIE YOUNG

                     Watered down truths, born from altruism. Milky white lies to mask the smell of ROT the system has gathered atop each of them. ( For her it is as follows; an accomplice, aiding && abetting. ) She appreciates all of them, accept HIM as her truth. Does it all fall under a category that leaves her as mentally competent? Probably not. Fidgety fingers squeeze the fabric of her jeans before she has the simple courage to gaze up. She’s leaning against the side of him, warm— safe, considering the alternative where facing charges without proof would lead to imminent imprisonment of the good doctor. ( She just wanted to help, you see. Wanted to show Lincoln Burrows the same kindness she had been by Bellick not all that long ago. ) Careful, she allows head to press to the comfort of his body— gravitate towards good without that overwhelming fear gathering inside the pit of stomach continuously mixing with the acidity. Yet there is something left brewing inside her head, something she needs to say should it all go to shit. It occurs to her— he’s awoken a warrior from a deep slumber, hiding all this time just right there inside her. Breathless, the words are as follows.

           ❛ I will tell your story if you die. ❜

       Cold concrete to her back— no way out. She fears for his life, she does. But he needs to know, his brother will not be alone— a certain  fondness  for him even before the truth captured her as its unwilling detainee. It’s rather ironic, to be bound by chains that leave no trace— no metal chains to scratch your wrists  RAW.  She doesn’t know if her words are a comfort in themselves, but she needs him to hear her out when she says it— he’s not ALONE anymore. He’d never have to be. ( Running a second time was no option at all. )