#technicite

SKULL FACED SHIP MEME

can get bloodstains out without a mark: Ollie, it’s usually the calmer ones who are patient enough to do so.is better at picking locks: Honestly I see them both as skilled enough to do this and they take turns or whoever has the free hand. They good with metal and mechanics o;uses poisons more effectively: Ollie. He seems like he would have more knowledge of herbology than Gemi, if only slightly so.is the best at interrogation: Gemi tbh. Her job kind of overlaps with that department.is the best at stealth: Ollie………..can always scrounge up something to eat: Gemi! For sure. can keep a secret from the other the longest: Oooooh…. Probably Ollie.would betray the other for their own good: … Gemi.

Send me a ⚜ and I will introduce you to a subordinate (supportive) character involved in my muse's life! 

Do you know, know, how it feels to be broken? T-t-to be perfect one moment and in the next the very next the next to be broken? To be. To be.  To be a lesson?

Sonia, they called me.  Soniaaah, the perfect Genome! I had one of the special souls, one of the necess-ess-essary souls, a good soul the best soul I had the best soul and they broke it they broke me -

Do you know how it feels... to be broken?

There is a chair, a chair, in Pandemonium, where the souls gather! Mind control.  Mind control. Soul control, sole control, Taharka had sole control over the device and with it-

Do you know how it feels to be broken?

The body becomes a vessel, which greets a new soul.

It worked on others on other Genomes it worked, but me, but me, they couldn’t take my soul. No, they broke it instead. And oh!  When it broke! Do you know how it feels to be broken? Go to Pandemonium, where the souls gather.  Pandemoniuummmmmm.

Let Taharka have your soul, make of your soul an offering-

Do you know how it feels to be broken?

send me a (≚ᄌ≚)ƶƵ for my character's reaction to yours crawling into bed with them. 

He tensed, but he wasn’t sure why he was surprised - it wasn’t really fair to expect Oliver to sleep on the floor in exchange for letting Kuja sleep in the bed, after all. Still, he was hyper-aware of the man settling in on the other side of the bed. It wasn’t an exceptionally small bed; there was definitely room for two (even if the boy’s long legs did dangle off the end if he didn’t curl up just a bit), but...

But what?

But it’d been so long since he’d last shared a sleeping space with someone, for one thing.  And for another, the only person he’d ever slept this close to was Neirin. Didn’t this represent some kind of trust?

He’d sworn he wasn’t going to trust anyone, not on Gaia.

“Oliver?”  His voice was drowsy, muffled by the pillow.  “Just so we’re clear - I don’t trust you.”