How do you define our humanity?

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ASK II MUSE LIST II GUIDELINES

x Written by Avi (The Mundane formerly known as Foxy) x Mun is 21+ x NSFW / Triggers tagged x Might add muses upon request! x OC friendly!

x Ft. muses from Bioshock, Deus Ex, Our Flag Means Death, and More!

[finch99]

So.. I'm trying :[

[electronicevolution]

ooc ;;

I’m a simple person. I see a sketch of Meg. I love it with my whole being. 

[finch99]

Her cat's-nose...

I'm going to try to draw all the characters from deus ex human revolution and mankind divided. You can write name of character if you want:)

P.S and yeah, my English is not good... that's why I'm sorry

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@electronicevolution​ said: “you okay?” (electronicevolution - Megan) = send “you okay?” to find my muse sitting alone on a roof at night.

“Yeah I’m just..” The man paused, he was currently having a moment where he was remembering what he had become without his consent. A freak in a sense. But he was also remembering that while he was in a coma, friends of his were killed and he was unable to save them. So in his mind, he had failed them.

Usually Lee was capable of getting past these memories. Remembering they were the past and the past could not be changed. That it was best to focus on the present and the future realistically. But now and then, these memories returned strongly in order to haunt him. “Remembering things I’d rather not.. I’ll be fine.”

[electronicevolution]

     “Sometimes talking about it helps,” Megan replied as she sat down beside him. Looking out over the city made the moment feel quiet. Safe. Nobody would seek her out here. And as her legs dangled over the precipice, she felt more grounded than she had in a while. 

     “Of course, that’s the psychology major speaking. I don’t follow my own advice.” She looked down at her legs and past them before closing her eyes. “There’s a lot that’s not right. A lot of people suffering. It hurts...” She trailed off there. No use in filling silences when the other has already said they don’t want to think about it. But what else could she say?

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A Crown of Thorns, late 2016

(Part of the “accidental secret flower crown project” with @casie-mod ; have a look at her Jensen over here !)

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Current Mood

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starters  /  prompts taken from f. d. soul’s work ,  between you and these bones .  feel free to change pronouns  /  tenses as necessary .

‘  the problem is you keep trying to use your eyes  ’

‘  how i soften when you pull me against you  ’

‘  you are teaching me to love  ’

‘  i will pretend that i have not already heard the question in your eyes  ’

‘  you perhaps will become my swan song  ’

‘  it is a very human thing to love  ’

‘  you are my good days  ’

‘  i have been loved dearly  ’

‘  i promise you will not always be this war  ’

‘  thank god for the stubbornness of organs  ’

‘  it takes me seven days to stop being in love with you  ’

‘  there will always be another day  ’

‘  there will always be another mercy  ’

‘  perhaps i will take up dancing again  ’

‘  what a pretty little disaster you will be  ’

‘  i am terrified for you  ’

‘  i will fold inside of myself  ’

‘  today i am thankful  ’

‘  i didn’t want to sleep because i didn’t want to wake  ’

‘  come and get me  ’

‘  i tell myself i do not need you  ’

‘  i think i broke again last night  ’

‘  i’m just trying to connect with you  ’

‘  you are an ocean that will perhaps never stop crashing  ’

‘  burn the house down in search of yourself  ’

‘  don’t you dare ever stop looking  ’

‘  i struggle not to feel guilty  ’

‘  you are a wild  ,  unkempt thing  ’

‘  sometimes it is a very sad thing to be human and longing  ’

‘  find that you are made of russian nesting dolls  ’

‘  the trees are always kindest with spring comes  ’

‘  teach yourself the hymns again  ’

‘  he is every amen i have ever laid down on lips  ’

‘  this life is an altar  ’

‘  i am sorry i do not have more time  ’

‘  there is a mountain in me  ’

‘  by the morning i am a triumph  ’

‘  there are words playing hooky in the back of your throat  ’

‘  today is by far the most beautiful creature i have ever come across  ’

‘  there are many things that will fit beneath your skin  ’

‘  forgiveness does not take up much room  ’

‘  some days you will breathe and it will be enough  ’

‘  you do not have to hold it quite so tightly  ’

‘  there is a prayer in me  ,  still  ’

‘  you scare me a little  ’

‘  you can be a good thing and not a whole thing  ’

‘  there are flowers in my chest again  ’

‘  the rain comes and sounds like you  ’

‘  i cannot tell you why i still trust god  ’

‘  find peace and build a home out of it  ’

‘  there is never an end  ’

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Drabble ;; Stenger’s Death

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5) things you didn’t say at all

i. We shouldn’t do this.

     Unspoken, but likely she knew it too. The Pent cells weren’t made for closeness, but Hector knew all the side areas where at least he could pretend they were somewhere different. Where he could hide her and hide everything from her. Such a risk, but it made him feel human.

ii. I’m not the guy you think I am.

     He might have said something similar. Guilt threatened to overcome him. What would she think, if she knew? He warned her about a past he’s ashamed of. No details. They might have convinced her to keep her distance. Instead her response is more kindness. Everyone in here has regrets, after all. Everyone has secrets. But his could kill her.

iii. This isn’t who I am.

     The truth caught up. Though his hands were clean, he knew in her eyes they were stained red. Enough bodies to bury him. He hadn’t given it thought before – kept his distance. She knew. She was a threat. But he left her be. Moved on to reprogram the flight path. Ignored the weight in his chest.

iv. I’m sorry.

     Her words were predictable, though still stung. ‘I loved you.’ And so did she. Gina. Doomed to repeat, though he was caught long before she could suffer the same. All in the name of Interpol. He has no answer for her. No defense.

v. I love you.

     But who was he kidding? He wasn’t made for that.

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Yin Yang + Trying to stop Namir from killing Adam

.     Megan had hid in her office when they went through. The sounds of gunfire and screams were unmistakable. They had to be there for her research. She had to find it and get out, or otherwise destroy it. As heavily augmented as they were, she didn’t believe they’d want anything humanitarian out of it.

     She had shuttered the windows remotely, so that she might move about undetected. But before she could retrieve her data, the glass analysis screen beside her shattered. She fell to the floor, covering her head to protect herself from the shards. Looking up, she realized who it was. She made a move to stand, to rush over and help Adam, but the crunch of glass under combat boots made her hesitate.

     They needed help. Adam was bleeding heavily, and although she could chance a rush for Adam’s gun, she couldn’t use it. They’d both be dead. She stood on shaking legs to leave the way they’d come in. But she couldn’t leave Adam behind. The man held him by the throat, obviously augmented due to the strength he displayed. Adam would be dead before she could get help.

     Her gaze drifted to the chemical supply. Hydrofluoric acid. She didn’t stop to think about the logistics of it, safety precautions, or the chance of it burning herself in the process. It’d stop him. That’s all that mattered.

     She threw the plastic case over her head, content as he tried to shoot it, dooming himself in the process. The acid ate through the armor he wore, emitting fumes that would choke him. But he wouldn’t die. 

     Dazed by her own strength and his tenacity, she did nothing as he turned on her instead. 

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I want the K.

9: Jawline Kiss

          She had been afraid of him. He walked with the air of something predatory, some panther or coiled snake. Her heart beat rapid in her chest. A warning. But it didn’t stir her to recoil, to twist away, as his shadow enveloped her. She stood transfixed. Captivated. 

          But his touch was gentle, tracing along collarbone and up to tilt chin, exposing throat. Delicate, as if she was porcelain. She didn’t notice how deeply she held her breath until a question roused her from her trance.

                    Are you frightened?

                                   “Yes.”     A pause.     “But please…”

          Desperation? Not quite. A curiosity. An interest, combined with the desire to be touched, to be held, to feel… something. It was there that the distinction blurred, and she felt some semblance of guilt. A shame in wishing to be wanted. Again. 

          But the thought faded as his breath at her neck stilled her blood and sent ice along her spine. Her mouth parted in a sigh as he trailed slow kisses along her jawline. When his lips finally met her own, the scene faded. A murky painting.

     Megan woke with the bedsheets tangled between her legs. The dim light through her window, and confirmation from her clock, informed her she was too early to wake for work, but far too late to return to sleep. In compromise, she laid back down and tried to think of anything but her arrival at work in a few hours. 

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♛ for a symbolic dream

Under a readmore because Meg’s got a few issues.

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☯ + when megan first meets adam

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☯ + their break up

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[sariifindustries]

20

Beliefs are shaken ;;

     Steady beeps quickened when Sarif woke to tubes and bandages. The oxygen mask over his face felt suffocating, but when he reached with his left arm to pull it away there was nothing. An alarm sounded as panic set in, and he heard the frenzied words of a nurse as she desperately tried to console him. He briefly recognized another figure enter the room before he drifted away again to memories of icy waters.

     The fear was inescapable — whatever drugs in his system held him down and prevented him from surfacing to vivid reality. There was a shift in the floor beneath him as he and the others stumbled, some falling to the floor. He kept his footing, though knew that something was wrong. 

     The walls groaned and fought against the weight of the sea, but it all came crashing in. He felt pain, tasted blood in his last breath before salt water forced its way into his collapsed lungs. Pacemaker kept heart and brain active as the rest of his body pleaded to be shut down. 

     Breath wheezed through newly augmented lungs as he rose again, phantom limbs still focused on pulling free. More hands gripped him, pushed him back into the ocean, into the fear and the dark. Death almost seemed a mercy. If he was the one with any control, he would have asked for it against any belief he’d had before. Anything was better than this non-life, this torturous prolonging just for the sake of keeping him alive.

     But still he grasped for the surface, urging his torn limb to fight alongside the failing metal. 

     When he woke again, both were the same onyx and gold. They tore at the machinery holding him down, unhindered. He needed to breathe air again. Fingers grasped at the sheets to ground him, though he felt nothing between them — save the electronic feedback that informed him it was real. 

          And he understood.