#dark-armsweapon

 send me a url & i’ll talk pretty about them; NOT accepting !! 

my opinion on;

character in general: she’s an angel, you just can’t h8 her !! uvu how they play them: omg ur writing is sO great like how do u do that ??the mun: they seem sweet. wish i could know them better. c:

do i;

follow them: yesrp with them: a few times ?? mostly through asks ??want to rp with them: yEEEship their character with mine: he is not worthy of such greatness

what is my;

overall opinion:

“I... uh... Lotta things really. President, or an actress or a scientist or an astronaut... 

Well... mostly an astronaut.”

SEND AN EMOTICON FOR MY MUSE’S REACTION TO:  ☂ YOUR MUSE SHIELDING MY MUSE FROM RAIN

She couldn’t see very far ahead of her, eyes squinting hard against the icy downfall that beat at her face. That beat at everything. She shielded her backpack in her arms, and felt water drip down her neck, regretting not for the first time her lack of an umbrella. Even a poncho would have helped!

The thought of running crossed her mind. If she made a dash for it she’d certainly be out of this misery sooner. But she’d have to don her backpack, and books are unfortunately less water-resistant than people. 

Suddenly the barrage on her skin lessened, and Nicole heard the more comforting sound of rain bouncing harmlessly off plastic. She blinked the water from her eyes and looked to her savior, somewhat incredulously. She certainly didn’t expect any help, let alone from someone she somewhat admired... Nicole felt a blush spread across her cheeks, already red from the wind.

“T-thanks.”

She turned her gaze to the bag in her arms in embarrassment, doing her best to match her pace to the other weapon. It was not instantaneous, but she did work up the courage to ask her, quite ready to be turned down, “D’you think you could... hunker down a bit?”

Guess my Top Ten:

Right on Stein. Wrong on the others, I’m afraid, though I absolutely adore Mako and Edna.

Discworld

Discworld

The Incredibles

Marvel

Marvel

Soul Eater -- Franken Stein

Firefly

Biker Mice from Mars

Girl Genius

Let Me Know How I’m Doing!

Rock On!:I love to read your writing, even if it’s not for one of our threads.

Through the Bushes:I actually track one of your threads with someone else because I love it that much.

It was one thing to have him drinking. It was another to have him drinking and then Blatantly lying about it. “Great, You’re not then” She’d retort “Then you should be able to run upstairs and get my Jacket before we leave” Normally, she’d get her own, but in this case, being as intoxicated as he was, he wouldn’t question it. Or walk straight up those stairs as well as he thinks he would.

She found her stash of a wine bottle or two gone, and then one half drunken one tucked under a pillow. He wasn’t as slick as he thought he was. 

“You heard me.” She’d prompt him again. Arms crossing a she stood in front of the door, establishing that it probably was better to stay in now than leave.

Oh boy, maybe just because he could drink now didn’t mean he should...apparently a bottle of wine contained a lot more alcohol than he bargained for. But it was his 21st birthday and, as far as he knew, no one had any plans for celebrating it and he’d chosen to celebrate on his own. But then Tsubaki had called up the stairs that he should come with her, wherever it was she was going...

So he’d weaved down the hallway, carefully made his way down the steps with the help of the stair railing that he leaned heavily against, and made his way to her where she was waiting in the entryway. He was met with a look of disapproval and her question of “Are you drunk?!”.

Of course, he’d flat out lied, kicking himself mentally when his words came out completely wrong. She’d called his bluff and he knew it...because he had no idea if he could possibly make it back up those stairs. He turned around and squinted up at the daunting climb, suddenly it looked more like Everest than a staircase!

“Hmm...I’ma try, ‘kay?” he murmured and lifted one foot in an attempt to place it on the lowest step. So far, so good! Step up, repeat, hold on to that railing tight when things started to blur together. Yeah, he could do this!

Nope. No, he couldn’t. Halfway up, he slid down the wall and sat on a step, resting his cheek on his right palm as he gave up the climb.

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