--- I should just use Song Joong Ki as Yoo Si Jin for Alessa’s male counterpart...they’re personality’s not far apart from one another.
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--- I should just use Song Joong Ki as Yoo Si Jin for Alessa’s male counterpart...they’re personality’s not far apart from one another.
“Well, I’m the medic.. but for both teams, I guess!” he shrugs lightly. He had questioned it the first time he arrived, but ‘Command’ had reassured him that it was because it would be better for him that way. Not that he minded or anything
“But yeah, I’ve been around with them since- well. There’s been a lot going on, it’s a real disaster.”
--- So, that meant the very last option....Just got stuck with the troopers in the Canyon.
“Yeah, I bet it is,” she said, taking a look around. Alessandra was still trying to get a hand on things and well, the medic before her seemed to be more willing to talk to her about it than the rest of the people residing here (though, she could have just physically wrenched what she wanted from the soldiers there, she’d prefer not to for the sake of her own safety and those of the Canyon).
“So who exactly is running this ragtag team of troopers??” she inquired, having not spotted the commanding officer(s?).
13/∞ K-Dramas | Descendants of the Sun EP. 02 ➟ why you shouldn’t mess with Captain Yoo
The Didact continues to watch her, amused when Alessandra peers around her small space of cover. Shifting back up onto his feet he begins to take a few casual steps towards her. He had no plans yet to harm her. Forerunners had a spectacular memory, and only having seen her in the brief moment she glanced upon him, he knew it was the same form before. She would not be so surprised this time.
“Some questions yield answers that you may wish you had not learned. Ask all you want, whether or not I decide to answer you in return has yet to be decided.”
Didact has grown closer, going wide of the container that she is hidden behind. He stops when she is in view, standing a mere four or five yards away. The helmet that hides his features folds back once again. He holds no fear for an attack from her, nor any of the other Humans that still crawl around the planet.
“If you choose to inquire, do it soon. I will not be on this planet much longer.“
--- Swallowing the lump forming in her throat, this was absolutely terrifying....Even if she had a previous encounter with this huge being, she had never and will never be ready to face him. Well, to say she was filled with terror would be a lie, she was filled with both terror and awe (not that she’d admit)...There was just something about him to be in awe about.
Was that the roundabout way of saying that whatever she asked, he wasn’t going to answer? Or maybe she truly wouldn’t understand what was being told to her?
Alessandra felt she was an intelligent person but her intelligence only went so far when it came to things outside the human spectrum and the one before her was FAR beyond the spectrum of being human.
“Who...What are you?” she asked, trying to maintain eye contact despite her fear (which, she was quite sure was evident to the male).
She smiled again as the woman sat down and reached for the remote and pressed play.
--- Watching the opening credit play, Alessandra felt the excitement she had as a child resettle in her...She loved these mundane days.
First Impression: I flipped through your blog a bit and basically thought "Hmm, formatting interesting. Looks really neat. Let's see the character info- Oooh, very well written and descriptive. Unique background, I'd love to get to know this character more and the wonderful mun behind it."
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--- You are too kind!!! Thank you so much!!
He stared at the ceiling, letting his eyes sift through the dark colors as he had nothing better to do with his time. He let his thoughts wonder, and nearly instantly they traveled to the choice he’d resigned himself to earlier. An Assassin. The stalkers of the night, do gooders and robin hoods. Also extremist vigilantes.
Not for the first time that night, did the thought of him being crazy crossed his mind. He had no doubt he could kill, he’d proven as much when he’d fought the guards. But was he mentally capable of everything else they had to do. He shook his head, expelling the thoughts at the soft sounds of his care takers boots.
With a small grunt, he propped himself onto his elbows, eyes hooded with pain and tiredness. “I assume your little run around the city was well?” He asked, letting himself lean back after a moment.
--- She had entered the room, half expecting the male to be asleep and half expecting to be awake...Her heart leaned towards the latter option and it would seem to be correct to have done so. Untying her satchel as she crossed the room, settling the item on the table. “It was uneventful, if that is what you are wondering,” she responded. She hadn’t run into any guards but perhaps that was because of the route she chose to take...
There would be no doubt that the guards tomorrow would be on a more vigilant watch for them...Perhaps she should shed her cloak and don the clothes of a civilian, it would help her blend into the crowd.
“Are you still in pain? I have some herbs for it....It will help you heal as well,” she said, rummaging through her satchel to take out the many items she purchased during her time outdoors. Retrieving the shirt she got, she handed it to the male before retrieving the pitcher of water beside the bed so she could heat it up to make some tea. They both could use something to wind down...Mostly Darius, the pain must be what was keeping him up --- the pain and the tension.
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--- “Me? No, I haven’t moved since I got into position. You don’t think they spotted us, do you?”
1. BASICS
NAME: annie (ann/prae/pry) PRONOUNS: she/her SEXUALITY: heterosexual ZODIAC SIGN: sagittarius TAKEN OR SINGLE: single THREE FACTS : 1. i have no life 2. i’m the worst when it comes to consistency in responding to anything unless it’s face to face 3. i’ve fallen in a trash dumpster before (i will endlessly bring this up bc i’m trash and ppl should come talk to me)
2. EXPERIENCE
HOW LONG (MONTHS/YEARS?): 6-7 years ish? PLATFORMS YOU’VE USED: tumblr, forums, twitter, skype BEST EXPERIENCE: it really depends on the people but a few great ones happened on Skype and Twitter
3. MUSE PREFERENCES
FEMALE OR MALE: both MULTI OR SINGLE: multi
4. WRITING PREFERENCES
FLUFF, ANGST OR SMUT: a mix but mostly angst PLOTS OR MEMES: i’m not adverse to either!! both is good LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: i like short ones that lead to really long ones...but again, both is great BEST TIME TO WRITE: late night ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S): some, yeah
Tagging: nahhhh
--- my first selfie in forever...as you can tell i look ugly af and am unhappy af with my hairstyle bc the fcking hairstylist thought she knew what the current trend with people my age is...
my sister said I looked Korean and I said this hairstyle is like the hairstyle back in the 80′s-90′s...
When you die in a nameless land for the sake of your country… Where you die becomes your grave && the uniform you wear becomes your shroud.
Everyone’s shroud is a different color. Mine happens to be a beautiful GREEN
independent, Selective Soldier OC Multiverse, panfandom Written by Prae
When you die in a nameless land for the sake of your country… Where you die becomes your grave && the uniform you wear becomes your shroud.
Everyone’s shroud is a different color. Mine happens to be a beautiful GREEN
independent, Selective Soldier OC Multiverse, panfandom Written by Prae
11/∞ K-Dramas | Descendants of the Sun EP. 01 ➟Yoo Shi-jin (I)
— i fcking hate myself because i feel myself slowly losing inspiration for all of my muses and wanting to create a new one. My Special Forces OC, i can’t stop thinking about her.
about how guilty she feels about not being home to raise her children most of the time, her team petitioning to having their leader’s codename to change to Earl Grey, Special Forces antics, military training antics…
fuck me okay? someone come talk to me about her bc shit, get her out of my system…
--- i want to give her a bodyguard AU...
--- i know my streak of watching Korean Dramas and listening to kpop will end soon, once i return back to Canada but right now, Descendants of the Sun is taking up my life.
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