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Carla in game: Shifts into defensive stance. Me: Alright, a zombie's nearby. Better keep an eye out... totally thinking I'm prepared. Zombie: Bursts through door and proceeds to jumpscare the shit out of me. Me: GODDAMNIT, YOU BITCH.

#lol thats one of the cons about being deaf #you can't really pinpoint which exact room or door they're in / behind #ooc. #tbdeleted.

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Pardon the shitty quality (the option for screenshot quality was set on jpeg instead of png) but anyway... here's Carla's 'I've seen everything now and quite frankly I'm fucking tired of it' face. Oh, and a tiny DI1 easter egg.

#𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐀 ][ the motorcycle stuntwoman

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me: *posts one IC thing*  me to me: 

#yeah pretty much. 🤣 #ooc.

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Did I just buy Carla's Pantera Trueno outfit just to rock it for DI2's newest dlc today? Absolutely. Worth the 5 bucks. Listen, I love her ok.

On another note regarding replies, they will come slow. Because you know, distractions with adulting aside from motivation being whacked out... can't really help that at the moment. Just know that I haven't completely abandoned RP, that I still love everyone and I think you're all absolutely lovely.

Be good, stay hydrated and stay safe. 💙

#ooc

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I'm sick of internet negativity, so let's combat it: reblog this and saying something nice/pay a compliment to the prev in the tags.

#one of the best human beings i've ever known tbh #they actually taught me a few things #sooo... i really have to thank them for helping me change some things in my past for the better #stay awesome red. #ooc. #yes this is also a promo. #promos.

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@torntruth

#heheheh. #ooc.

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❝ Your name fit into my mouth better than my own ever has, like I was born to speak it. ❞ / from kristen to nicole.

"Does it now?" Amusement danced in the unusual blue gaze. It's easy to forget about how abnormal they look whenever she's with Kristen. Because the blonde looks at her as if she's the entire world. Pretty much the same way she looks at Kristen, really.

Her lips were already quirking into this genuine smile long before the comment-- the exact moment Kristen looked at her and it grew after hearing the sweet words. A sentiment that only Nicole understood, because they really meant something more than just a charming mercenary trying (and successfully) to seduce you.

Rolling over on her side, she propped her head up with a hand and her other wanders over the blonde's bare back - fingers lightly skimming along Kristen's spine.

"Maybe you were truly meant to speak it. Just like how I feel I'm meant to be laying here with you." Like how I was meant to protect you, she left that part out. That would just be too emotional.

#𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒 ][ fight for your right to live #𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐋: 𝐊𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐍 ][ I’ll throw away my faith to keep you safe #torntruth

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“Would ever wanna one day run a library? Or book shop? Vale hums as her heads resting against Jaina’s shoulder while she’s working on paperwork. It always has been so soothing to sit with Jaina while she works. There’s a soft smile on Vale’s lips as she’s asking her question. Curious on how Jaina would answer. Also she’d loved to help Jaina run said bookshop or library.

“Think of all the wonders you’d come across.” Vale’s soft voice dancing against Jaina’s neck as Vale nuzzles it.

This was one of the many reasons why she loved Vale. The questions would come, and conversation would spark easily. Pleasant conversations and just sharing what they were passionate about. A smile shattered the exhaustion creasing the Lord Admiral's features, bringing back a warmer light to her face. Once she let the quill fall from her fingers, she lifted her hand to brush back loose strays that escaped her messy braid out of her face and leaned back in her arm chair.

Her head then falls against Vale's to rest, sleepy blue eyes gazing at the scenery outside of the window in front of her desk at the ocean in the distance.

That's a good question. It took her a moment to consider the answer.

"While I want to share all the knowledge with everyone who are as invested I am in gathering it, I also want to keep all the books to myself. Because I consider them to be rare treasures of any world... all that useful information thought up by brilliant minds and recorded to be passed on for the next generations to learn from. Or even for civilizations to thrive. Then all the fictional stories, whether they be dreams or a deep desire by someone trapped in a life they never wanted to begin with. An escape of sorts. True stories of survivors that would teach us a lesson or two, so we would avoid the same mistakes they made."

Turning her head, her eyes closed as her lips skimmed along Vale's forehead just below the hairline. Barely a kiss, as she sighed quietly after.

"Both. I think I would have both... though my own personal library would probably be the biggest collection." She admitted with a breathy chuckle. She really did adore her books and feared that others would leave them in ruin.

#𝖩𝖠𝖨𝖭𝖠 𝖳𝖧𝖱𝖤𝖠𝖣𝖲 » and kul tiras will never yield #𝖩𝖠𝖨𝖭𝖠 𝖧𝖢 » ahoy sweet daughter of the seas #tornsaviors #𝐉𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐋: 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄 ][ swept away by the undertow

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Someone: *threatens Nadia with a knife* Nadia: Joke's on you, now I'm horny.

#saw a post with this #so i was inspired. #lmaooo #𝐍𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐀 𝐇𝐂 ][ she wore a smile like a loaded gun

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Scenery in Dead Island 2 11/??

#𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐀 𝐀𝐄𝐒 ][ glory and gore go hand in hand

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Carla: Hey do you think I could fit fifteen marshmallows in my mouth?

Amy: You're a hazard to society.

Dani: And a coward. Do twenty!

#𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐀 𝐇𝐂 ][ raised to fight like hell #these incorrect quotes are just great.

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#𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐀 ][ the motorcycle stuntwoman

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"I just wanted you all to know it's been a great honor being unhinged with you!" ~Carla

#𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐀 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ][ zombos got nothing on this

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I love DEEP CONVERSATIONS. Discussions in which our muses reflect on loaded topics like the future, death, their most passionate of ambitions, mistakes that they deeply regret, identity struggles, unexpressed fears, and more. Lighthearted and carefree threads are always great, but I also love threads that allow muses to explore parts of themselves that are typically hidden from those around them. 

#ooc. #*psa.

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"𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐨 𝐰𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞?"

Six words. They were just six fucking words. Yet the way they were punctuated with an eerie echo that seemed to speak what every single person trapped in this forsaken place thinks and feels. Fears.

"𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑚𝑢𝑐𝘩 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟... 𝑑𝑜 𝑤𝑒 𝘩𝑎𝑣𝑒?"

An eyebrow with sweat gathered above it twitched as the words repeat in her head, lower. Almost a raspy whisper. Worse than the actual voice heard in a passing between the Autophages' connection. It was just... fucking creepy.

"𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑- 𝚕𝚘-𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛... 𝚍𝚘 𝚠𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚟---"

Shit. Why did it have to go and make that sound... you know, like the final beeps of when a life has flatlined. But then the echo of the beeps continue ringing in your ears as you slowly come face to face with the horror of what has happened.

Though eyes were already shut, she squeezed them shut even tighter and her jaw clenched. Not even the blazing sun of L.A. beating down on her and attempting to burn her flesh could offer some kind of distraction. Nice try, sun. Nice try. The Autophage within her body was an annoying healing factor. It's basically the aloe. Or sunblock. Whatever.

Yeah, good. Keep thinking, brain. About the stupid little pointless things. So you don't think about what really hurts.

About what scares you to the very core of your torn soul, but you won't admit it. Because that will just validate the gravity of how fucking real it is.

A rough exhale escapes Carla's mouth as she laid there, on the rooftop of Emma's mansion under the sun that was slowly taking it's descent to the horizon. Her limbs are outstretched, like her arms were wide open. Ready to embrace... what? Embrace what?? Her inevitable brutal death?

'Fuck you.'

Carla was torn. While she was ready to rid herself of this curse in her body, she also wasn't ready to die. She's young. She still had amends to make. Choices to make and mistakes to make to learn from. But no, she was among of the chosen to suffer for the sake of... what again? What exactly? Yeah, nothing. Exactly nothing.

That's what she's been reduced to, and that bothers her to hell.

They were right when they said it's better that you don't know when you're going to die, and how you're doing to die.

Because that shit would eat you alive.

#DRABBLES » memoirs of a torn survivor #yeah have some angsty musings. #:) #𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐀 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ][ zombos got nothing on this #𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐀 𝐇𝐂 ][ raised to fight like hell

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Daughter of the Sea 🌊

#𝖩𝖠𝖨𝖭𝖠 𝖯𝖱𝖮𝖴𝖣𝖬𝖮𝖮𝖱𝖤 » lord admiral of kul tiras

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❝ you’re in no position to make demands. ❞ @ jaina 

"I beg to differ," The Archmage snarled as her eyes flashed, a flicker of the unstable mana that had been building within her body over the last few days - threatening to be released in a destructive lash of arcane energy if her defenses were to be tested any further. It was almost as if she had become an animal backed into the corner with it's hackles raised.

Almost.

The difference is that she wasn't exactly backed into a corner.

"You would do exactly the same if someone were to encroach on your land, your safety and threaten the lives of your people. It would be wise for you to leave, unless you'd rather be personally escorted out of here."

#landaullan #𝖩𝖠𝖨𝖭𝖠 𝖳𝖧𝖱𝖤𝖠𝖣𝖲 » and kul tiras will never yield #wow verse tbn.