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BACK BITCHES but lost all my icons D: And peeps please ask messages?
writing tip #700:
your characters are like geodes
if you want to see what they’re really made of
you must break them
Yami colouringby ~kokost
( Ω ]—; “…Do you really wish to remain in this place, Arma?" The was a ghost of a glance, a wistful proving of vision as crimson oculars finally settled upon the blonde, stare hard and melancholy. A mere burst of a presence, and already he wished to distance himself from Hellsing again as soon as possible.
✘ That voice. She probably haven't heard it in a while but her turning around with the slight glaces resting on her nose said to differ. Even when she had taken them off staring at him. Her gleam-less rubies staring right into his cold ones. "If I had anywhere else to go I would have begone this place long ago." She spoke finally - her tone solid but low to not wake anyone who had decided to slumber. "Alucard, are you proposing something of my interest?"
Trust }} Head Cannon
Arma does not have a sense of true 'trust' That sense seems to be translated into: If I have a purpose to continue with you I will, if I know I am no longer needed for you then discard of me in how you seem fit. Although she shows slight signs of fear of dying she will not fight with being discarded of her purpose to a person. Now, she will fight if she does not indeed know this person. Now with organizational trust she kinda sort of has given trust - it being considered Family Love to her. It's mattering where you station her. If a path is open for her to go with a stronger party member instinct will kick in for her to go with the stronger party She is much like a female animal that can multi-breed. If she finds someone stronger in terms of survival she will go with that party. :/ She is weird and that is how she was made.
She's sleepy, no one can blame her. She just got back from a long trip.
( Ω ]—; The Nosferatu numbly realizes with belated attentions that Arma is at his side, and makes no motion of having acknowledged her. But her presence is a comfort in itself.
Pulling the blanket over her head she glanced up at him, not speaking a word which allowed the silence to continue to linger. No mutter the silence was comforting.
( Ω ]—; "…"
Arma, trailing a blanket behind her, curls up next to him and rests her head on his arm.
If you could relive any moment, what would it be?
"The last day I lived in Germany with mein mutter."
Sorry, the blond has a habit of judging people. And that was what Arma Marie was doing.
"Puss Eater."
Okay she was out of that many insults, "Squished bug on a window..." And she sucked at it.
"...Has passed away." Add a character and see how my muse reacts
Reblog if you are a very insecure role player.