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insightfullinguist-blog: ☢ {I'm pretty sure you threw him at me so hard I got bruises. We were both just excited about a new Hackett blog. XD}

[Yeeaah… Opps. 

But I mean… Come on. We both benefited from it in the end. ;) ]

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{I blame you for how in love with this man I am. >:( }

[Honestly, I had no idea how in love with this man I’d get. Nor did I think that he’d grow to be my loudest muse. :/ ] 

insightfullinguist:

insightfullinguist-blog:

[Kenzie is my best friend in the whole wide world, and I bow down to her awesomeness because she is pure amazing. She is Ho’s representative on Earth and as such she is Blessed and amazing, and everyone needs to love her.]

{I WISH I COULD LIKE MY OWN POST, BUT I CAN’T! But seriously though, I owe you SO many cookies for that.}

[Damn right. I expect chocolate chip and double chocolate chip.]

insightfullinguist-blog: ❀ {*love tackles Hackbutt*}

Send ‘❀’ if my muse is one of your favorites

[Eyyyyy B) ]

insightfullinguist-blog: † - is your character religious, if so explain their background on that religion

Hackett was baptized as a Roman Catholic; however, he doesn’t go to church and doesn’t really pray all that much. His mother baptized him a a baby, and he went through his first communion and everything, but he never quite fit in with the rest of the congregation. Later, this slightly distant feeling would keep him from rejoining any church.

insightfullinguist-blog: ✿ {Both? Both. Both is good.}

insightfullinguist

character: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 10+ (Belle was my favourite Disney princes growing up apart from Mulan.)
fandom: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 10+ (ME. That is all.)
theme: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8| 9 | 10 | 10+ (It’s so pretty oh my god.)
muses’ posts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10  (Very well done) | 10+
mun: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 10+ (Good friend. Amazing friend.)
overall: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 10+
following?: yes | no sorry | now | forever

Any last comments?:

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;; Please be prepared for brutal honesty.

bombaystreetrat

character: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 10+ (Cause yeah. I love her. So does Hackbutt)
fandom: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 10+ (Again ME. Can anyone blame me?)
theme: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8| 9 | 10 (Again so pretty.) | 10+
muses’ posts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 10+ (Jaya is a ball of steel and is completely rude and snarky to all the right people and I love it)
mun: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 10+ (Again one of my best friends in the MERP community)
overall: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 10+
following?: yes | no sorry | now | forever

Any last comments?:

[PERFECTION.]

;; Please be prepared for brutal honesty.

{I don’t want a bantery starter, I’m just laughing at the tags. XD}

[ Bl  Go ahead and laugh. But you’re not doing much better.]

insightfullinguist-blog: *cough* Jaya *cough*

Kenzie:

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          “I think that this might have already been addressed." Leaning over he pressed a soft kiss to Jaya’s cheek, a small smile making his lips curl. 

“Ms. Lamba!” Someone shouted behind her. She turned, expecting the worst. What appeared to be three assassins stood in formation down the hallway from her, one with his gun drawn and the other two with biotics flaring to life.

“Shit.” She whispered under her breath. The chances of her targets finding her after she sold their information was extremely small, but this certainly wasn’t the first time this had happened. There always seemed to be someone with loose lips and someone else with large pockets will to make a deal. She slowly took a fight stance and carefully, so as not to draw attention, slid three throwing knives from her boot.

At her change in stance, they attacked, the armed one firing rapid rounds at her torso. She dodged the shots quickly, hurling one of her knives into his poorly protected neck. A small smile crept along her mouth as he want down with a muffled scream. Diving out of the way of one of the biotic’s throws, she threw another knife towards the one who had just attacked. Her shot went wide and she cursed herself. She was out of practice.

The biotic who had yet to attack hurled a ball of energy at her, managing to hit her in her distraction. She went down, but managed to throw the last knife into the biotic’s chest before she hit the ground. Her body hurt from the impact, but she scrambled up, retaking her fighting stance. Gods, she hated biotics. It was cheating. She sprinted for the asari, weaving to avoid the spikes of energy the woman hurled at her. She was on her in moments, tackling her to the ground. The spry young asari avoided her hands as Jaya tried to put her in a hold. She scrambled away from Jaya’s grasp and caught her in a stasis field. A smile formed on the young asari’s lips as she pulled a small sword from her belt.

From down the hallway, Jaya faintly heard her name called. She closed her eyes, awaiting the death blow she knew was coming. A harsh, guttural noise accompanied by a single gunshot met her ears and her eyes shot open. Through the hazy field of biotics, she saw the love of her life slowly collapse in front of her, the sword skewering him. “NO!” The young asari was down as well, a neat hole in the center of her forehead. But Jaya could only look at the man she trusted with her entire being, watch as the life slowly drained from his eyes while she could do nothing but float, waiting for the field to wear off. She screamed unintelligible words, tears streaking her face as she fought the blue flames which held her.

Finally the field collapsed and Jaya fell to her knees, quickly crawling over to the Admiral’s body. Cradling his face in her hands, she turned him to face her. “Please, Steven. Oh Gods, please. Come back to me. I can’t lose you yet.” Her words came out strangled as glassy orbs stared back at her. “No. No no no. PLEASE STEVEN! GODDAMMIT! NO!” Her head fell and she placed her forehead gently against his, her eyes closing against his still open ones as helpless sobs wracked her form.

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[Ouchie.]