#waugel

[gildedusurper]

“ No, not you. ”

[cyberneticscientist]

waugel replied to your post: †

“You have problems.”

“ We’re going to have problems. ”

[cyberneticscientist]

†

Headcanons / NOT Accepting

† = How the character feels about murder

“ It’s a tactical necessity when it needs to be. A great cost for an even greater purpose. You wouldn’t understand, but by all means, you can try. ”

[awitchboy-blog]

waugel replied to your post: ��

*SCARY ROBOT NOISES*

[umbralsun-blog]

☂

☂ = Weather the character enjoys

Warm, bright sunlight and clear nights, also really enjoys sun showers, however brief they are. Unfortunately it’s been a while since she’s experienced a genuine warm day. 

[mi-ke-blog1]

@waugel​

Time was a concept Mike had long forgotten even existed. Well, that’s somewhat dramatic of him to say, but it was at least something he no longer felt a need to follow. He had no schedules, no morning classes, no mother that yelled at him to get out of bed already. 

At first it was kind of exciting. Then it became boring. He had never realised how much he would miss his mother’s voice or knowing when to see the sun go down. It just didn’t work like that in Citta. 

   “It’s the first of December?” He had overheard some old wives talk about it, and he leaned towards the hooded creature to confirm it. “Whoa.. It’s almost Christmas, isn’t it?” 

[cyberneticscientist]

✿

SYMBOLS / ACCEPTING

✿: my muse’s reaction to leaving a cut on your muse’s body

     Sometimes he forgets the other wasn’t fully robotic. Underneath that suit lied a body--a corpse--he could smell it strong as day off of him ever since he showed off his injury. It stuck to him, much like the scent of the dozens of eviscerated coworkers scattered across Mar’s facility. It’s all he could think about really. How he’d watched them beg and scream for his aid, and every time he tried, it wound up getting worse. Eventually, he stopped caring. Disconnected himself. Stowed away in his office, drowning out the screams and wails that echoed from outside. 

      The fact all these memories had flushed back into his brain was more than unsettling. He hadn’t realized how tightly his grip-pads had pressed against exposed flesh. He was supposed to be examining it for infections--or wires to reattach to a new arm, but... The others soft yelp and jolt brought him back. Surely enough he’d opened another wound just inches from the exposed bone. Whoops.

He couldn’t care less, really. His father always told him it built character.

Not like he had much of that these days.

“ Stop moving. You’re making it worse... ”

[blowyourhousedown]

waugel replied to your post: listen

omg where do you make these…

yoink

there’s probably other ones