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i told u guys i would write something about it and i did and now im crying agAIN

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#// lowkey cries over my own character because she deserves everything in the world and has been hurt so badly #;; a lonely speaker in a conversation ( writings. )#;; back to the street where we began ( history. )#;; diondre calvet

i’m reblogging some old writing stuff regarding finn because i miss writing for her and i’m so attached to her character i’m gonna Die

#;; do 'em dirty in front of they dad ( ooc. )

lowkey-suggestion

Someone please kiss me softly and tell me I’m good enough.

#;; these words are knives and often leave scars ( musings. )#;; your heart is racing as your fingers touch your skin ( desires. )

serious

#;; diondre calvet #;; and i swear that i'll always paint you ( ships. )#;; your heart is racing as your fingers touch your skin ( desires. )

superscioli

#shipping tbt.#;; your heart is racing as your fingers touch your skin ( desires. )#nsfw implied /

a pretty picture, but the scenery is so loud. a face like heaven, catch- ing lighting in your nightgown-- but BACK AWAY from the water, babe, you might drown. the party isn't over tonight.

mass effect - based sci - fi OC, F I N L E Y W I N T E R . multiverse, multiship, mun is 18+. semi - selective && private. authored lovingly by riley pickett .

DOSSIER. LAWS. UNIVERSES.

#;; do 'em dirty in front of they dad ( ooc. )#;; self promo.#mass effect oc #scifi oc #scifi rp #multiverse rp

lukas-musings

My full face of 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕦𝕡 cost more than your 𝕔𝕒𝕣 𝕡𝕒𝕪𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥. If you make me cry, I will reapply it with your ʟɪᴠᴇʀ.

#;; these words are knives and often leave scars ( musings. )#// this is a Big Fucking Mood

i feel like all i do on this blog is avoid it for nearly a month, then make a new promo, then consistently be active for three days, and then avoid it again for another month. lather, rinse, repeat

#;; do 'em dirty in front of they dad ( ooc. )#// i love and want to be on this blog i s2g #// i just get so distracted #for up to 30 days at a time #// also i run three other rp blogs for DA and DA was my first love

xmusiings

Regrets collect like old f r i e n d s

here to relive your darkest moments

#;; these words are knives and often leave scars ( musings. )

perditus-musings

I can be the subject of your dreams ʏᴏᴜʀ sɪᴄᴋᴇɴɪɴɢ ᴅᴇsɪʀᴇ

#;; these words are knives and often leave scars ( musings. )

@sararcdcr ♥’d for a starter. // ACCEPTING.

Carrying a crate largely disproportionate to her own teensy size, Finley Winter had finally reached the docking bay after what felt like an hour of security clearance through the gates. Contained in the crate she carried was her set of armor, her sniper rifle, and a few holos she couldn’t leave behind in her Nexus locker--one would think she was bringing the entire planet Earth onto the Tempest with how large the box seemed against her small frame.

As the docking bay opened up, Finley slowed at the sight of the ship. The Tempest was a beauty, sleek and built for infiltration into enemy space. It had definitely been a minute since her last expedition on a real ship... Well, over 600 years-worth of minutes to be exact. She’d been antsy to get out of the cryo block for a few days, but now she was nervous. She needed to do her job in a way that was worthy of this team, the ship, the whole mission.

At the base of the ramp extending from the Tempest’s hull stood a familiar woman, speaking to a turian while she rummaged through a tote--

Oh, fuck. That was the Pathfinder. Finn had done some research on Sara Ryder when she was informed the human Pathfinder had been killed, during the short while she was bed-bound. Spent most of her time in a peacekeeping task force, protecting scientists during excavation of Prothean blah blah blah. Some of the most boring shit she’d ever read in her life. Her father, on the other hand, was worthy of the title. The concept of inheriting the throne wasn’t limited to the Milky Way, apparently. She sighed, walking toward the woman. Don’t assume. Maybe she’s a damn good soldier.

“ Pathfinder? ” She held onto her box with one hand, propping it on her leg. “ Thought I should introduce myself. Finley Winter. I hope you were warned by Nexus that I was coming. ”

#;; a new perspective ( main verse. )#sararcdcr #;; starter ( closed. )#// don't feel obligated to match length i kind of went overboard lmao #// i totally lost track of where this was going