what color is your aura?
Pearl
abalone, perfume bottles, chandeliers, tulle, balljoint dolls, satin, paint palettes. your essence is pearl: you strive for improvement, and see yourself as the grandest project of all. you cultivate a home in what you do; your signature is unmistakable, perfectly you. you know what's best for others before they're even aware. you are the designer. you are the perfectionist.
you find kinship in like-minded individuals of wine, amaranth, ivory, and rose, who also act with purpose. you are also drawn to the honest lavender and periwinkle, who will help you grow and see that you can be true to even your flaws. however, you may struggle to get along with the imaginative personalities of seafoam and coral who don't have a strong purpose.
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∾.♕.∾
Elita's optics linger on the movement of delicate digits tracing a slender back. Yes... she remembers that sort of soreness. Her life before the war had many periods of difficulty, and a few times she had wound up without a place to stay. It was never very pleasant recharging in public, but she'd dealt with it.
Nothing is the same now, yet here they are. War... such a great equalizer.
She watches with curiosity as Arcee checks the abandoned building, wondering whether this represents a prospect for them—and it seems that it is. Walking the few strides it takes to join her companion, she returns her smirk in kind. “Sounds like a plan, so long as you don't mind using me as a pillow.”
Being the larger of the two, Elita takes this liberty of entering first. She crouches, then drops to her servos and knees to fit through the door, pausing to rearrange the various items inside as she goes. Rusted machinery is stacked in the corner, a few servofuls of bricks pushed aside... A stack of half rotted wood planks even makes a decent helm rest.
Some minutes later she carefully turns herself over, making a few more adjustments before she settles. “Well?” she asks, smirk once again playing faintly across her faceplate.
ONLY ONE BED || accepting!
@reforged-lionheart asked:
“…If I recharge in alt, I’ll be stiff in the morning.” It’s a simple fact that she presents; she’s still willing to comprise if she must. Hindering her maneuverability in root poses a risk if they have to wake up to fighting, however, and she wants her comrade to know.
✾ ─ ❝ Oh, I feel that. Early days we had to recharge in alt wherever possible… then nights in garage. Had my back struts feel mangled for a while. I think the more you do that the more we feel it… ❞ Digits trace her own back while recalling the stiffness. Not great memories, considering Arcee’s alt mode requires her to pack into really small form. But sometimes, staying in alt was necessary.
While Arcee could go through discomforts, the concern brought up is a valid one. Not something Arcee considered often. For a while she weights another option: they could always recharge in root mode, like sometimes in base. At some point they would have to pick and choose. At least Arcee - staying in fit for fight required batteries.
Rubbing her chin, the femme moves in small distance - some abandoned looking warehouse - like one someone could rent for their furniture and other belongings. She kneels down and lifts the damaged door enough to peer in, checking the spot for discomforts. After some scrap would be moved aside, the two bots could fit well in this hidden shelter - not open for sky, and the road was far enough, too. The only problem was the size of it. They would have to rest rightly. Arcee looks over her shoulder, gesturing Elita closer with a smirk.
❝ How about… we scrap the idea of the parking lot. Look at this luxury hotel. Got dust, webs and all perks and on top of it all, I don’t think anyone’s going to disturb us. ❞
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I am not lucky. You know what I am? I am smart. I am talented. I take advantage of the opportunities that come my way, and I work really, really hard. Don’t call me lucky. Call me a badass.
Shonda Rimes
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MUSE PLAYLIST
main: Sweet Dreams Seven Nation Army Mashup - Pomplamoose
silly: Work Bitch - Britney Spears
determination: A Million on My Soul - Alexiane
battle: Wonder Woman Main Theme - Tina Guo
sad: Landscape - Florence + The Machine
relaxed: Feel It Still - Portugal. The Man
contemplative: BLURRY (out of place) - Crown The Empire
happy: Shotgun - Pomplamoose
hard work montage: Zero - Imagine Dragons
love theme: Heaven In Hiding - Halsey
breakup / heartbreak: X Games - Au/Ra
failure / defeat: Another One Bites the Dust - Hidden Citizens
final battle: I'm Not Afraid - Tommee Profitt feat. Wondra
finale: Don't Fear the Reaper - The Spiritual Machines
tagging: anyone who hasn't done it yet!
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vulnerability is like so hard, if I told you anything sappy please know that I had a hand to hand combat with seven layers of embarrassment and repression
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remove a king’s CROWN,
and he is no longer a king.
remove a king’s HEAD,
and he is no longer a threat.
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