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Posin' Meme // 19th Birthday!!!!
Really shitty rough sketches, semi intended to be comfort art, but also just kinda for the funny to bring up my mood.
Tag game: characters who share the same personality type as you
Rules: Find out what characters share the same personality type as you here and list the characters that you find relevant below. Then tag five friends and let them know you tagged them!
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Tagged by paddyfitz (Thank youuuuu)
I am: ISFJ
Cyril Figgis from Archer
Ratonhaké:ton/Connor Kenway from Assassin's Creed III
Steve Rogers from Captain America
Courage from Courage the Cowardly Dog
Rory Williams from Doctor Who
Neville Longbottom from Harry Potter
Dr. Ellie Sattler from Jurassic Park
Ziva David from NCIS
John Watson from Sherlock
Allison Argent from Teen Wolf
I'm tagging corruptedcannibal, brightestofcentaurus, sherlockbringthejam, welcometocityofidris and percysmissingsleeves Have fun!
A hand reaches fearlessly out and snatches onto his ankle, Medina there on her knees, frustrated. "Firstly, it's not that kind of belong, more of a one-sided kind of affection. And secondly, you won't get away with it." Something lies behind it in the way her green eyes stared up at him.
"Do. Not. Touch. Me." Jack hissed as he shakes her hand violently off his ankle. "I can do whatever I want and a weakling like you can't stop me. I suggest you let me go in peace before you get hurt." Jack growled as he walked out the door, slamming it behind him.
"Then I have to go, because I kind of belong to another," Her bright green eyes are cast down, staring at her feet. "No," She raises her head on the dime and moves for the door. Before placing her hand on the door handle, she cuts to the floor, moaning softly at the spasm in her side.
When she mentions that her soul already belongs to another Jack loses interest. But when she falls on the floor Jack walks over to her and looks at her. "Umm," He looks down at her. "Okay," he says as he steps over her and walks out the door. "I'll just leave you to that."
"I don't need to lose any more," Medina mutters before she can stop it, she fingers toying at the stitches through her shirt.
"Well if you keep in contact with me you won't notice it's gone at all." Jack said. "If I have your soul. I'll have part of you and I'll make you feel complete. Don't you want that?"
"Not happening, amigo," Medina pulls her hand away from her side, staring at bright crimson on the palm. "I'm perfectly content with having feelings."
"Losing your soul won't cause you to lose your feelings." Jack told her as he rolled his eyes. "Everyone thinks that's what happens. Losing your soul leaves you feeling like a small part of you is missing, but doesn't everyone have a part of them missing nowadays?"