Apr 18, 2019
In the mean time while I work on one storyboard I'm in the middle of making a video! ^^ so happy with how it's going so far!💜 Not done obviously but excited to continue uwu
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In the mean time while I work on one storyboard I'm in the middle of making a video! ^^ so happy with how it's going so far!💜 Not done obviously but excited to continue uwu
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When you're hot af but still got dumped
❝ Heartbroken. ❞ { Both }
Send me "HEARTBROKEN" for my muse to snap/break in front of your muse.
It had been one of the worst nightmares he’d had in a long time, one that he couldn’t wake up from until the end and his screams were held in his chest making him gasp and choke when he finally was allowed to come to. Even the shower didn’t do anything to wash away the feeling of blood all over his skin, blood that wasn’t even there to begin with.
The whistling of the kettle made him snap back to focus in the kitchen, the cup in his hand shaking before he set it down, he didn’t manage to make his tea though as he sank down to his knees letting out a choked sound. Not even seeing the girls coming down the hall to see why the kettle was on so early in the morning.
The effects of his nightmare still lingering as he closed his eyes and just started to cry, the deaths of friends were on his hands, the blood of innocents still stained his skin and the burn of his sorceresses magic had left a mark in his heart and soul.
Hanzo muttered frantic curses in his native tongue as he gently pulled the Omnic to him to survey the damage. Bent framing, snapped wired, oil was leaking profusely. Why would anyone do this..? It doesn't matter; he stands with the monk in his arms and runs as fast as he can to Mercy
One second, he was still floating around, the next, and explosion happens, and he is caught in the middle of it. Well, not exactly the middle, but close enough for it to deal heavy damage on the omnic.
Broken limbs, snapped wires, heck, he was even missing a leg, and a huge dent in his chestplate, way to close to where his sensitive core was, his soul.
The lights on his forehead flicker as he lies on the ground, the orbs that normally hover around his neck spread around his body, twitching, having lost their connection to their owner.
A voice. an angry voice. The explosion still rings in Zenyatta’s hearing funtion. He can make out vague words, but not much. He is lifted up by someone, perhaps the same person that was shouting. He lets them, simply leaning against said person’s chest. He’s tired, and he hurts all over.
“….Leave me.” he creaks out. He can feel that, whatever pierced his chest, is getting closer to his sensitive core. He is beyong saving.
@fallenshimadaheir
NAME: Eduarda Golodyayeva ALIAS(ES): GENDER: Cisgender female. AGE: Nineteen through twenties DATE OF BIRTH: 1900 DATE OF DEATH: Undecided. PLACE OF BIRTH: Moscow. HOMETOWN: SPOKEN LANGUAGES: Russian, some French and German. ROMANTIC PREFERENCE: Solitude. SEXUAL PREFERENCE: Bisexual. OCCUPATION: Medical stenographer; later a mistress; later still a prisoner.
APPEARANCE
EYE COLOR: Green gray. HAIR COLOR: Dark blonde. HEIGHT: Tall SCARS: BURNS: OVER WEIGHT: No. UNDER WEIGHT: Yes, during War Communism.
FAVOURITE
MOVIE(s): Dovzhenko’s Arsenal; Vertov’s Kino-Pravda newsreels. FOOD: Has food-dreams during the starvation years. DRINK: Kvas BOOK: Bogdanov, Red Star; Senkovsky, Fantastic Voyages of Baron Brambeus; Fyodorov, various philosophical writings; Chernyshevsky, What Is to Be Done?
RANDOM QUESTIONS
HAVE YOU HARMED YOURSELF: No. THOUGHT OF SUICIDE: Yes. ATTEMPTED SUICIDE: Yes. WANTED TO KILLED SOMEONE: Yes. HAD A JOB: Yes. ARE U A COMMUNIST: Yes, but not a Bolshevik, particularly. Elated by the storming of the Winter Palace and the burning of the Litovsky prison in 1917; saddened and embittered by many events since. Not primarily an ideologue, either.
FAMILY
SIBLING(S): Brother, Yevgeniy (aka Genya, Dodo, or Golo). Born Moscow, 1909. Deceased; fratricide. PARENTS: Mother: Yelana (Alyona) Bondareva. Deceased; matricide. Father: Golody Ignaty Afanasyev. Former Narodnik and permanent student. Presumed deceased, or maybe imprisoned in Siberia. CHILDREN: N/A. PETS: Rat.
TAG 10 PPL: ur tagged.
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"It's okay. You're safe now."
Bleary optics slowly resumed their bright cyan glow as the voice that came from beside him registered. His internal radar was giving him static and nonsense readings - Meaning he was either once again thrown to the Multiverse, or it was simply malfunctioning.
He hoped it was the latter.
The bot that was crouched next to him was unfamiliar, but they spoke of safety. Optimus’ last memory was an explosion.
“Where am I?” Was his automatic reply, faceplate retracting with a little hitch.
First Aid killed himself
Wha? Why?*Blaster is confused. But Blaster is also getting up and looking for Aid in the medbay. He thought Aid was passed that desire... *