Another Day In Paradise

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uh... What job? what are you talking about?

Catya: Look kid, don’t worry about what I’M doing. Just. My usual thing. Now scram.

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(is there a starter for this)

((You can just continue it in a thread and tag me!))

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wh- what are you talking about? did you forget your own name?

Catya: Look kid, I've got bigger problems going on than forgetting some shit. I've got a job to do.

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uh, catya, is everything okay?

Catya: Cat-what? Do I look like a fucking feline to you? I'm not going to get shit done in this body. It'll have to do.

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m!a: catya is possessed by a dead mans ghost for 3 days

Catya: This...doesnt feel right....the h ell I'm a girl? Jesus Christ this is NOT who I was trying to take over...

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do you allow magic anons

Depends on the anon but I'll try almost any of them!

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IF I OWE YOU A REPLY LIKE THIS STATUS I’m a mess with sickness right now, so I need a little help remembering. ALSO. LIKE FOR A STARTER, NAME WHICH MUSE

[finnsreyofhope]

Finnrey // Psych AU

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Feeling lonely and sick at work

Anyone want to chat? Feel free to ask for my discord

[mieczlw-a]

BEFORE  SHIPPING  WITH  ME ,  YOU  NEED  TO  KNOW   //  

i  will  get  invested  almost  instantly. 

i  will  invade  your  inbox  //  im’s  //  discord  etc  for  plots  //  headcanon’s  //  and  general  yelling  about  our  ship. 

i  will  tag  you  in  gifsets  //  images  //  posts  that  remind  me  of  our  ship.  

i  will  send  you  almost  every  meme  you  reblog  //  pop  into  your  ask  IC  spontaneously.  

i  will  get  on  your  nerves  eventually  but  that’s  fine  we’re  fine  it’s  fine.  

i  won’t  force  anything  on  you  that  you’re  not  comfortable  with  and  will  always  discuss  any  uncomfortable  //  triggering  subjects  with  you.  because  as  my  rp  partner  and  friend  i  respect  you  and  your  boundaries.  

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THE RIGHTFUL KING

independent // private // written by kathryn // x

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Art done by https://kemaromimi.deviantart.com

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@bcnswolo

Amara swabbed the cut one more time, disinfecting it once more. He was wincing in his sleep, the slash across his skin looked painful and agonizing to receive. She tried to be gentle. Once the machines had put in his sutures, filling in the wound with nanites to seal it and speed up the grafting process she pulled a needle from the infirmary drawer. They filled the wound with a large silver gash as they began to graft his skin back in place. It would scar without a doubt. They were equipped to handle some rather awful cases, since the ship was made for a crew. Even though now it was just Orin and herself, they were always ready for more people.  “I think you’re making a mistake.” Orin commented leaning on the doorway to the infirmary.

“You always think that.” She laughed flicking the needle to get any air trapped inside out. She pushed the needle into the IV bag, letting the pain killers flow through into his arm. With the pain subsiding, he was more likely to wake up.

“He’s dangerous, Amara.” Orin moved forward, turning her to look at him. He wanted to see the best in everyone, just like she did. But he was too much of a realist. The happened to be passing the exploding star destroyer base as it was crumbling under it’s own weight. His body was barely visible on their heat sensors due to the roaring flames. It was Amara who made out his shape in the flaming forest and orchestrated his rescue. He flew the ship, well she descended the tundra to pull him on board and began to treat his wounds. They almost didn’t make it out in time for the explosion to finally give way and send an earth shattering shock through the space around it.

“Quiet. he’s waking up.” She shushed him, turning back to the man on the surgical table as she saw him stir.

“Please take it slow your injuries were close to vital. Don’t overwhelm yourself.” She stated raising her hands to show she meant no harm. She didn’t approach him instead stood next to Orin. He was obviously on the defense. They pulled a lightsaber off of him, he was a force user for sure. But he could sense the force around him ripping in two different directions. This boy was...unstable at best.

“My name is Amara Nascall. We rescued you from the exploding planet. Do you recall anything?” She asked not wanting to overwhelm him but knew answers were what he’d be searching for.

[thunclerpuff]

me, a tumblr user who wants to be sociable in june 2018 during the notifications apocalypse:

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You are doing your duty. You are doing what you were told. It played like a mantra in his head, an attempt to make this whole situation seem a little less terrible. It was for the best, right? To keep people in line. To ensure that more ‘villains’ didn’t end up on the streets.

He accepted the shove, stumbling backwards for a few steps as everyone moved in, sorrow in his eyes as she made a run for it. Feelings were secondary. At least she was blaming him - it meant that she would, hopefully, only resent him whenever she was introduced back into society somewhere down the line.

But then his hopes were dashed, the brusque order given by a man who looked suspiciously like a mercenary enough to make his blood run cold. “Sir, I believe that it would be in everyone’s best interest to apprehend Miss Nicholescu alive.” The words were flowing of their own volition, the android’s focus almost solely on the pounding of feet outside and the overwhelming desire to find the woman he had just doomed to death captivity.

“Excuse me. I believe that I will be more effective than your men at apprehending this individual.” He didn’t wait for a response, already out of the room and on the tail of the armed men chasing Catya. They were neanderthals in comparison to him, there weren’t many places to hide, she had to be somewhere behind the mass of men.

There was no use looking for Catya herself - she would be too hard to spot - but looking for abnormal darkness? That would be easier. He lowered himself to street level, only occasionally phasing through walls as he wandered through every dark passageway the town offered. “Miss Nicolescu? You are not safe out on these streets.”

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"Now you suddenly care?" She laughed quietly as the men searched the rooftops. She had pulled out the backpack from behind the dumpster, full of clothes and a short blonde wig. She pulled the shirt off in the darkness, replacing it with the button up shirt from the thrift store she frequented for clothes. Putting on the wig she threw the backpack and clothes quietly in the dumpster.

"Suddenly this isn't a good idea? No kidding they want me dead." She stated shoving past him to exit the alley.

"So what now? You going to try and take me in? I'll fight. I don't mind hunting monsters." She growled looking deep into his eyes from the shadow of the building. The shadows boiled around her like water. Grasping at anything they could reach enveloping it like a miasma.

The tender look and comfort was gone from her eyes when she looked at him. Nothing was left but the pain and betrayal. He signed a deathwish for her. He mine as well have signed her certificate of deceased.

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Someone send me your best pickup lines for any of my muses

I could use some lovin.