watch me fault her, you're living like a disaster

So you've found me, have you? Call me Sloth. Or Juliet Douglas, depending on what you are and what you want. Stay and listen if you will. But don't be surprised at what you hear. (rp blog of Sloth from Fullmetal Alchemist, I'm in the group FMT but I rp with others too.)

[ask-captain-rogers-deactivated2]

Two people are hanging off of a cliff and I can only choose one. Send me 2 names.

[opalbeifong]

SOMEONE DO THIS

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@sloth-the-indolent

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She sensed she was starting to lose his interest…she did not want that. Maybe asking about all this was just bringing on more trouble, bringing on more conflict to feel, more emotions she’d just end up having to drive away…he was so detached, though, that it couldn’t hurt too much, speaking with him, could it? It didn’t matter. She could forget it, make herself forget it…he said it was impossible. What was? She could hardly tell from how he was talking.He was nearly unintelligible…because he said the minimum of what needed to be said.

She widened her eyes at Dante’s name. Still, the woman had that effect on her…”What do you mean, you don’t know her?” she implored. Person from two persons…maybe this Sloth had been made by one, or he didn’t want to see Dante or anyone else…”What is your origin?”

Did she need to know? Did she want to? She wasn’t sure what she wanted at this point.

[sloth-the-indolent-deactivated2]

“My… origin?” Why wouldn’t she just stop pestering him with questions? It was… too much of a bother hearing them in the first place, and having to answer them… He could refuse to answer. Oh.

“Told it… earlier. Father.”

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“I do not know of any Father.” She walked closer to him, until she could nearly touch him- she liquefied herself slowly so he could see the process of her smooth, pale skin waving and rippling into a clear, blue, statuesque but vague water-structured person, eyes soft and barely visible, hair floating behind her, as her feet melted into a sweeping pillar of her lower body. “Is he…a homunculus?”

(here it is! :) )

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@psychopathic explosions | Deal With the Devils

[shslfukiishimaru-deactivated201]

A woman’s voice… ‘Remember if I am not here then my assistant will be,’ Bradley’s words from a few hours ago rung through your head, so this had to be his assistant. She was pretty and also not human if you remember correctly. ‘Her name is Juliet Douglas but we call her Sloth.’

“Yes, Führer King Bradley sent me here for a mission but he said that if he wasn’t here… Talk with you instead, considering he told me you know about the mission too.” Walking into the room, you made sure to close to door behind you; definitely Sloth doesn’t want anyone else knowing of what is happening behind these closed doors. “Oh, yeah, Zolf J. Kimblee. Case ya’ need a name.”

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The mission...they all ran together in her head along with everything else that didn't belong in someone's mind, not anyone's but someone- something- like hers'. It was often obscured, the mass of twisting paradoxes and clear statements that was her mind. But she had gotten used to it- you could get used to anything. Humans didn't want to. But she had nothing to want. Nothing in her way because she knew what her way was.

She recognized his name after a moment- he had been in prison and was a State Alchemist. Supposedly he was "mad." That didn't mean much.

"I do know about it..." she replied to him, looking out of the window, her hands limply at her sides. "Names would help. What do you need? You are a human...what do you want from..." 'us' didn't sound right. None of this did- a human had no place with them. A human...would have their own life. "This?"

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ask me questions based on movie genres!!

ACTION:

1. have you ever gotten into a physical fight?

2. have you ever tried to escape from home?

3. have you ever saved anyone's life?

4. have you ever been in a car accident?

5. have you ever broken a bone?

ROMANCE:

6. do you hope to get married?

7. do you plan on having kids?

8. do you like anyone right now?

9. have you ever cried over someone you liked before?

10. hugs or kisses?

HORROR:

11. do you believe in ghosts/spirits?

12. have you ever had a "paranormal" experience?

13. what's your biggest fear?

14. are you scared of the dark?

15. how often do you have nightmares?

COMEDY:

16. have you ever laughed so hard your chest started to hurt?

17. when was the last time you laughed to the point of tears, and what happened to cause it?

18. is it easy to make you laugh?

19. what's something you find funny that most people don't think is funny?

20. have you ever told a joke no one laughed at?

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@sloth-the-indolent

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She sensed she was starting to lose his interest…she did not want that. Maybe asking about all this was just bringing on more trouble, bringing on more conflict to feel, more emotions she’d just end up having to drive away…he was so detached, though, that it couldn’t hurt too much, speaking with him, could it? It didn’t matter. She could forget it, make herself forget it…he said it was impossible. What was? She could hardly tell from how he was talking.He was nearly unintelligible…because he said the minimum of what needed to be said.

She widened her eyes at Dante’s name. Still, the woman had that effect on her…”What do you mean, you don’t know her?” she implored. Person from two persons…maybe this Sloth had been made by one, or he didn’t want to see Dante or anyone else…”What is your origin?”

Did she need to know? Did she want to? She wasn’t sure what she wanted at this point.

[sloth-the-indolent-deactivated2]

“My… origin?” Why wouldn’t she just stop pestering him with questions? It was… too much of a bother hearing them in the first place, and having to answer them… He could refuse to answer. Oh.

“Told it… earlier. Father.”

[slothofwater-blog]

"I do not know of any Father." She walked closer to him, until she could nearly touch him- she liquefied herself slowly so he could see the process of her smooth, pale skin waving and rippling into a clear, blue, statuesque but vague water-structured person, eyes soft and barely visible, hair floating behind her, as her feet melted into a sweeping pillar of her lower body. "Is he...a homunculus?"

[rookia]

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@psychopathic explosions | Deal With the Devils

Sloth looked over her desk placidly, observing the efficiently filled out paperwork and organized sections of records. Everything was perfectly arranged. That didn’t mean it was perfect, of course, but Sloth was used to it that way- she knew she couldn’t afford to want anything. That way she could only do what she needed to- she had nothing to lose and it was for the better. At least, she made herself believe that. Humans didn’t realize it, but you could make yourself believe anything.

A knock sounded at the closed, bolted door.

[shslfukiishimaru-deactivated201]

The homunculi needed your ‘expertise’ despite being the sole creature they despised, a human. Grabbing onto the end of your hair, you began to twist it around as a way of procrastination until the door opened. You were meaning to talk with Pride AKA King Bradley about this certain assignment you were needing to do. The idea of going out on the prowl seemed fun, considering the possible bomb material skulking about…

“Anyone there?!”

[slothofwater-blog]

"Yes." She answered, not recognizing the voice. Mechanically, she rose from her desk, walking to unlock the door. Opening it, she looked down the hall first to see if anyone was following- she could never be too careful. Not that she cared what happened- she really couldn't, after all.

"Was there something you needed...?" she asked the man in front of her. She didn't recognize his face- perhaps his name would be familiar. She assumed that he was sent by a commanding officer or someone.

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envyintheskywithdiamonds started following you

"Envy...it's been a while since I've seen you ...how have you been?" Sloth murmured.

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replies to do-

Wrath

Kimblee

anyone else or...

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[aureusalchimia]

#omg when i wrote a knock i almost wrote a cock

((ANNE THO.))

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(my muse is like "w/e either way it's a human all up in my business" but i;m cry)

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headcanon~

if Sloth lived in the ATLA world she'd be a waterbender and a bloodbender.

If she lived in the LOK days she'd be completely unaligned, not on the Equalist side or on the council side, but she'd see worth in both opinions- she'd be rather neutral though.

this is assuming she's not under Dante

[hi-aj-deac]

Thank you to everyone who puts up with me.

[slothofwater-blog]

No matter how annoying , irritating, or stupid I get you still put up with me. No matter how emotional and dramatic I make things you still put up with me. No matter how much I complain and put up tantrums you still put up with me. I guess when I finally get comfortable to show the real me, no matter how hard it is to deal with me, you still put up with me. Thank you.

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@psychopathic explosions | Deal With the Devils

Sloth looked over her desk placidly, observing the efficiently filled out paperwork and organized sections of records. Everything was perfectly arranged. That didn't mean it was perfect, of course, but Sloth was used to it that way- she knew she couldn't afford to want anything. That way she could only do what she needed to- she had nothing to lose and it was for the better. At least, she made herself believe that. Humans didn't realize it, but you could make yourself believe anything.

A knock sounded at the closed, bolted door.

[allthebeautyinthebreakdown-deac]

ami is grad 2012 8D hehehe ♥

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omg baby /sobs/ I'm so proud of you

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