#aceof4s

[edogawaconantanteisan-blog]

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Conan can play the violin. That is my headcanon XD. This is simply because he has perfect pitch and emulated Sherlock Holmes, why would he not pick up some of his skills out of interest? I don’t think he can play it to an orchestra’s talent level. However, I think he has a certain amount of heart in it, that makes it sound at least pleasant to listen to. However he has never done well at music oriented skills and cannot sing at all, so perhaps here and there his talent wavers.

[insidioustest-blog]

@aceof4s liked for a winter ball starter!!

       As the night grew on the more she grew tense. This creeping feeling of a conscience was starting to get to her and it was bothering her immensely. She thought she'd pushed this feeling away but here it was to haunt her. She figured she was malfunctioning. Though, upon sight of a familiar face, something inside her felt wrong. She couldn't place it yet but it made her uncomfortable.

       “Wheatley. What are you doing here? You look...nice, for a moro—” She paused, letting out a computerised sigh. “You look nice. I guess. Who knew you could actually clean up nicely? But here we are. You in your little suit. Me, looking much better than you as always.”

[imfinnaescape-blog]

@aceof4s

At the very least, the city wasn’t trying to kill him.

In space, on D’Qar, in the First Order, something was always trying to kill him, but Finn had been able to enjoy a leisurely stroll through the Hive without any major threats. Granted, he was still lost, but at the very least, he didn’t feel unsafe. Finn had passed by numerous shops on his way through the city, but this one had caught his attention. Why?

That particularly shiny window. 

He stopped as he passed by it, taking a moment to admire himself in his--no, Poe’s jacket. He had to admit, for a stolen jacket, it looked pretty damn good. He spent a few minutes admiring himself, not even noticing the man standing behind him.

[insidioustest-blog]

@aceof4s liked for a starter!

      Oh god, that sound. That awful, grating sound. That ridiculously, irritatingly familiar sound! Or rather...voice. That voice. She felt that burning homicidal rage bubbling inside her circuits again. She knew exactly who that was and it only took that stupid voice. There was no other she knew quite like it. And since she was in this disgusting human prison now, she figured he was too.

      Slipping her fingers, which she had now, into the hair on the back of his head, she gave a firm tug before even thinking of speaking. Which she was going to do promptly, but she’d let it sink in.

      “Oh good, the moron is here.” Her robotic voice was low, calm but with a generous hint of anger. “How was space? I see you’re not in it any more. A shame.” She made sure to put a grand emphasis on space.

[passafrisk-blog]

Lets play Octodad: Dadliest Catch

Three hours of the weirdest physics that Frisk has ever experienced in their life, and they had just played Goat Simulator, and they found themself in tears. That’s right, they were in tears over Octodad.

“W-what a dad...”

[xnonstop-blog]

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† = How the character feels about murder

There is no doubt Alexander has few qualms about killing for the greater good. He has never exactly been the type to avoid conflict. He’s had a harsh life, and though he’s young, he has witnessed much death already. He isn’t afraid to die. He has a rather arrogant dream to fight on a battlefield, in charge of a grand battalion.

[unoloid-blog]

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☂: Weather the character enjoys

♕ : sunny weather tends to make her look like she’s glowing, so there’s that. on the other hand, she could rant non-stop about how much she hates that damn rain.