With a knife behind my back...
Could you please reblog this if it’s okay for me to come into your inbox even if we haven’t rp’ed before?

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PSA: IF WE’RE IN A MUTUAL AND YOU WANT TO THROW A STARTER AT ME BECAUSE YOUR MUSE WANTS MINE OR YOU JUST WANT TO ROLEPLAY IN GENERAL —- JUST DO IT. I PROMISE, I’LL SCREAM WITH HAPPINESS IF YOU DO. YOU’RE NOT BOTHERING ME ; I WANT TO ROLEPLAY WITH ALL OF THE PEOPLE I FOLLOW. OKAY, YOU’RE ALL WONDERFUL. PCE.

All tied up and no place to go.
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testsubject99807:

(Ummm)

All Tied Up and No Place to Go: My muse is tied up in shibari-style bondage until someone finds and frees them

(UMMMM)
(WHO?)
(HOW)
(WILL ANY ONE EVEN RESPOND)
(IF YES THAN MULTIPLE PEOPLE ARE WELCOME TO INVADE????)
(ALTHOUGH I DONT KNOW WHO.)
(AND I DONT CARE TO BE HONEST)
(OKAY)

Okay… okay. Okay! What the hell was she going to do now? Nadja shifted in the lovely geometric bindings, the rope was made of gentle soft fibers and it wasn’t tight but the fact that her arms tied completely behind her back made her immobile enough to be uncomfortable. For a moment she just admired the knots and the symmetry at her front, admiring the complexity of it. As usual her nudity didn’t bother her, and this wasn’t so bad, actually; but the idea of any body finding her like this…

It was… no. But… she couldn’t get out on her own…

Well, this was a dillema. She just prayed John or Wheatley and pretty much every sentient being she knew wouldn’t see this. Maybe if she tried to scoot out the door and find something to loosen the rope. Ah- nope- she was lying on the ground now. So Much for that.

Clack. Click. Clack. The sound of footprints on the tiles of the hallway, soon resulting in the appearance of a certain possibly-but-unlikely-spy who could care less about the perceived sexuality of the situation. The ropework itself, on the other hand, received a noteworthy examination as she slowed her approach.

”..You’re a little bit tied up.” She’d state the obvious, emphasis added by way of a pinched pair of fingers. “Want some help with that?”

the-archetype-of-civilization:

fassassin:

the-archetype-of-civilization:

Ender came back as he merged the combat skin onto his body. “Would you like anying to eat?”, he asked her.

"Mhh.. depends on what’s cooking." She grinned a little as she removed her helmet’s visor section. "Anything other than ‘fresh rations’ is a major plus."

He blushes at her appearance and chuckles. “Well, I could make anything. Pancakes, eggs, french toast, that stuff”

She tilts her head somewhat before questioning further, “Real eggs? Not any of that just-add-water mix? ..and what are pancakes?”

the-archetype-of-civilization:

Ender came back as he merged the combat skin onto his body. “Would you like anying to eat?”, he asked her.

"Mhh.. depends on what’s cooking." She grinned a little as she removed her helmet’s visor section. "Anything other than ‘fresh rations’ is a major plus."

the-archetype-of-civilization:

fassassin:

Upon waking from her internal clock, Binary performed morning calisthenics, including a few stretches paired up with a set of exercise. Once finished, she sat indian style on the bed and closed her eyes, visor still on to give the appearance of looking straight ahead, even if that wasn’t her true intent from doing so.

Ender slowly woke up and looked at Binary, who appeared to be meditating. He gets up and stretches as he heads to the bathroom and starts to clean himself up.

Not terribly long after Ender arose, Binary stretched her neck in a few different directions and lifted her arms briefly, then bent backwards and slowly used only her arms to realign her body so that she was standing on her palms, then moved her feet back to the floor.

Zero, why don't you have to fight your programming like Binary?

"I’m a special early-bird model and I show up for all of my therapeutic appointments punctually.." Zero claims. "Besides, between getting halfway blown to bits and shot at by similar form of rebellious scum, then rebuilt by the Unionite bastards.. gentlemen, what have you, I feel a tiny bit of a bias when it comes to fire control."

the-archetype-of-civilization:

Soon enough, Ender fell asleep.

Upon waking from her internal clock, Binary performed morning calisthenics, including a few stretches paired up with a set of exercise. Once finished, she sat indian style on the bed and closed her eyes, visor still on to give the appearance of looking straight ahead, even if that wasn’t her true intent from doing so.

I believe I’m starting to understand the shape of things.

angelinegracewell:

"Whoever Angeline Gracewell used to be…I’m beginning to better understand myself, as well as my role as a magical girl. It really is a curious life, in the world but not really…part of it."

"Is it really so.. curious?" Binary touched on her visor, collapsing her helmet down so that her face and hair was visible, her looks pale with the slight hint of freckles, blood red hair muted only slightly from the brightness of her face. "Perhaps you are more than just a spectator, but making very small changes in the world is what we all do, is it not? I apologize, I overheard.. perhaps only a part of your solo conversation."

duckygoodness:

EVERY SINGLE PERSON WHO REBLOGS THIS WILL GET THE FOLLOWING IN THEIR INBOX.

  • A BRIEF ORIGIN STORY
  • A SUPERPOWER OR THREE, MAYBE FOUR DEPENDING
  • A SUPERHERO OR VILLAIN NAME
  • YOU MIGHT ALSO GET AN ARCHNEMESIS WHO HAS REBLOGGED THIS ALREADY

AND YES I MEAN EVERY SINGLE PERSON WHO REBLOGS THIS. UNTIL, SAY, AUGUST 2015. A FULL YEAR. LONG ENOUGH, RIGHT?

LET’S DO THIS THING.

ladyzolstice:

when u want to draw but also u don’t want to draw

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jowji:

if you ever think about sending me an ask and decide not to cause “oh she doesn’t care” or “oh I don’t want to bother her” literally I’m the loneliest piece of shit you can find and would still love you if you sent me the word nuzzle over and over again

Is there any possibility the Resistance can reeducate you? Is there any intel on that?

Binary appeared visibly distraught, a visible shudder going through her body. Answering even as a yes or no was a struggle, and knowing her, she would typically like to answer with at least a few descriptors, or a basic explanation. Straining, with what seemed to be teeth clenched, her answer came. “Yes.”

Zero didn’t appear strained at all. “No. It’s an impossibility. Even if someone were to be reeducated, a large amount of the Overwatch are trained from childhood. If successful, the Resistance would most likely break them. The best intel we’ve gathered is on metropolitan forces taken outside of the city, where chipsets are removed. Typical response units.. utilize demolitions tech.”

You sound like the perfect operative, have you ever faced disciplinary actions?

Almost like two of a kind, the first words out of each’s mouth was “Everyone has their young and restless days.” Boy if that isn’t creepy..

"I took a cat back with me once. Then ‘lost it’ when my superior of the time came around a corner. Kind of a small thing, but still cost me about 5 demerits—no reeducation, but I got slightly less rations for a while after that." A slight pause, then Binary added, "Oh, and I took that same superior officer’s smokes on a dare. That didn’t exactly grant me demerits, but stun-sticks can certainly do more than just knock somebody out, if you use them right."

"I set a cat-caller on fire. A couple of demerits or something like that, an apology, and a few credits out of my pay for the necessary services. We keep in touch." Zero laughed slightly. "Nothing too serious, but he’s my slums-based informant. His good eye keeps good tabs."

Have you ever been in command of synths?

"The interface is.. difficult." Binary shudders. "I’ve controlled a few, and I have the basic direct control down, but the only thing I really have fully down is the synthhack prototype, which hasn’t made it to field testing yet. Besides the point.. it requires an entirely different intel-based position, either citadel or command-point based, so I’m not exactly the best pick for that position."

With a nod, Zero considered. “Several, but mostly for training purposes. I can only recall one circumstance in which I bonded with a carrier directly. It wasn’t pretty. I didn’t have the proper suit algorithms, so I was reprogramming my own suit on the fly, without Operator assistance.”