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uvu doggy. Ah, can I have the Devil too? laughs

I’m so sorry omg I completely misread that! I’ve answered the Devil one now sorry ; v ; here ya go.

pypyro whispered: The Fool. The Hanged Man. The Devil.

The Fool: Tell an embarrassing story.

Once I was on a boat wizh my adoptive fazher und his brozhers, I went to sit on zhe side und I completely missed it und fell in zhe sea… Zhey vere laughing so hard zhat one of zhem even fell over zhe edge as vell… [Giggles slightly] Zhey’re all idiots. I love zhem.

The Hanged Man: Would you sacrifice your own life to save someone else’s?

It would depend on who’s life it vas. If a friend of family members zhen ja. If a stranger zhen ja. If a murderer zhen… I’d need to think about it first…

Death: If you were able to reincarnate, what would your next life be?

If I had zhe choice? I’d love to be a dog. Sounds strange but zhen I may have a short life, but I’d be loved by a family throughout it und be happy, right? [shrug] I have my reasons however strange zhey may be.

[AND MID CAN’T READ SO HAVE WHAT YOU ORIGINALLY WANTED SORRY]

The Devil: What do you think that your worst quality is?

I’d say zhat I am vay too meek… I let people push me around a lot… I’m terrible at standing up for myself most of zhe time, und I’ll admit to zhat. As-… As an old friend used to say, I’m pretty spineless und should really grow a backbone… Heheh… 

mostmodestguyever whispered: The Sun, Judgement
  • The Sun: Describe a childhood memory.

… I can’t remember anyzhing from my childhood ozher zhan being curled up in front of a fire on christmas day wizh my bruder… Zhat’s all zhat I remember happening as a child before zhe camp.

  • Judgement: Have you ever done something that you were really ashamed of?

Zhere’s a long list, zhe zhing on zhe top of said list being killing a man… [looks down] He was a Nazi who was at zhe camp… I lost it one day and… Ja… I’m very ashamed of killing someone like zhat in cold blood…

Tarot asks
The Fool: Tell an embarrassing story.
The Magician: Do you have a special talent?
The High Priestess: Are you good at keeping secrets?
The Empress: What do you desire most?
The Emperor: Do you have any family traditions?
The Hierophant: What is/was your favourite school subject?
The Lovers: What qualities would your ideal partner have?
The Chariot: Have you ever had to fight for something?
Strength: What gives you strength?
The Hermit: Could you cope with living alone?
Wheel of Fortune: If you won a million pounds, what would you do with it?
Justice: If you could be a super hero (or villain) what would you call yourself and what powers would you have?
The Hanged Man: Would you sacrifice your own life to save someone else's?
Death: If you were able to reincarnate, what would your next life be?
Temperance: Do you have good self control?
The Devil: What do you think your worst quality is?
The Tower: Describe your dream home.
The Star: What inspires you?
The Moon: Describe a dream (or nightmare) you've had recently.
The Sun: Describe a childhood memory.
Judgement: Have you ever done something that you were really ashamed of?
The World: What country would you most like to visit?

synauglaw:

redmedicnikolaus:

The emotions swirling around in the man’s head had finally became too much for him to bear.

He was mostly furious with himself; had he not been the spineless coward he was so known to be, he could have said something to him. Just a simple “hallo” would have done nicely to put his mind at ease that he wasn’t a stranger to him. He had sat himself down in his office in the past and tried to write a letter, but the words never seemed to come to him. He had thought of approaching him in his base before, but he was worried that he would have been disrupting his work.

He didn’t even know if he cared any more. Was he sad to leave, or did he leave by choice? Was he relieved to get away? Why did he leave in the first place, and would he ever come back?

None of this mattered any more. It was too late. From what Nikolaus had heard and been told, he was gone, there was nothing he could do about it now. There was no clue of a place to write to should the words ever come into his head or for him to drop by should he ever muster up the courage to talk to him face to face.

His hands curled into fists as he leaned against his desk, his eyes starting to water. Of course Nik still loved him. He missed being able to be with him and all of the good times that they had had together. The man’s calm disposition was gone and it was too late for him to attempt to smile and suppress his emotions as usual. Letting out a yell of frustration, he put his hands under his table and completely flipped it on its side, causing a loud crash and sending paperwork scattering across the floor.

The thing that angered him most?

He never even had the chance to say goodbye to his big brother.

    Nimue crept around the base in silence, looking about for something, anything, to do. Everyone seemed to be doing their own thing, thankfully, and paid no mind to her as she skulked through the corridors and down the stairs to the first level. It was good to finally be able to be up and about, rather than confined to that damned room of hers. She didn’t despise it or anything, but having been stuck to one place for so long hadn’t exactly done any good for her wanderlust.

   Well. If one could count hunting for spiders and quietly observing the goings-on around Nightfall’s RED base as anything remotely close to ‘wanderlust’. She pressed her lips together tightly, jar in hand as she glided through the hallway, toward the medbay. For some reason, there weren’t any spiders in sight, and she certainly didn’t have the heart to harass Dale more than she already had that evening. 

   Traumatise thy neighbour, indeed.

   Perhaps she’d pay Albrecht a visit if he wasn’t already occupied with a patient, or paperwork of some sort. And hey, maybe there were some spiders crawling about in the nooks and crannies of his office. If not, it was all just as well. The Spy just longed for something interesting to happen.

    And as she passed Doctor Fleischer’s office, she was not left disappointed. A yell, followed by a loud crash, resounded through the medbay, nearly causing her to drop her jar on the floor. Nimuë quickly regained her bearings as she wandered over to the door, peeking her head in to happen upon a very distressed Medic. Immediately, pale blue eyes lit up with curiosity.

❝ What’s wrong? Are there some spiders in your desk, Doctor? ❞

The man was breathing quite heavily, confused by both what he had just done and by the voice at the door. He recognised it, but couldn’t quite put a face to it. Looking up slowly, he could just distinguish the dark hair, pale skin and pale blue stare of the spy.

This was not what he needed right now, giving a teammate he barely knew this impression of him. Letting out a shaky sigh, he desperately tried to compose himself in front of her. He held his arm in a meek attempt to stop himself from trembling.

"Du bist… N-Nimuë, ja…?” He asked quietly, fiddling with his glove nervously. “I-I uh… Ich… I am just… Emotional at zhe moment… I’m very sorry, I am not usually like zhis…” He sniffed and wiped his eyes quickly, adjusting his glasses on his nose afterwards.

"… Vait… Vhat was zhat about spiders…?" An eyebrow raised at her question, obviously confused. "Nein…? I don’t… Zhink so, anyvay…" What did spiders have to do with anything? "I’m quite thorough wizh cleaning my desk so um… I… I shouldn’t zhink so… Plus doves eat spiders so… Ja…" He gestured to the doves now huddled in the corner of the room, frightened and confused by the sudden display of anger by their master.

thoseblusox:

redmedicnikolaus:

The emotions swirling around in the man’s head had finally became too much for him to bear.

He was mostly furious with himself; had he not been the spineless coward he was so known to be, he could have said something to him. Just a simple “hallo” would have done nicely to put his mind at ease that he wasn’t a stranger to him. He had sat himself down in his office in the past and tried to write a letter, but the words never seemed to come to him. He had thought of approaching him in his base before, but he was worried that he would have been disrupting his work.

He didn’t even know if he cared any more. Was he sad to leave, or did he leave by choice? Was he relieved to get away? Why did he leave in the first place, and would he ever come back?

None of this mattered any more. It was too late. From what Nikolaus had heard and been told, he was gone, there was nothing he could do about it now. There was no clue of a place to write to should the words ever come into his head or for him to drop by should he ever muster up the courage to talk to him face to face.

His hands curled into fists as he leaned against his desk, his eyes starting to water. Of course Nik still loved him. He missed being able to be with him and all of the good times that they had had together. The man’s calm disposition was gone and it was too late for him to attempt to smile and suppress his emotions as usual. Letting out a yell of frustration, he put his hands under his table and completely flipped it on its side, causing a loud crash and sending paperwork scattering across the floor.

The thing that angered him most?

He never even had the chance to say goodbye to his big brother.

Whatever had happened, had happened.
For a reason, or otherwise…
Elliot had no care, nor feeling toward the transfer, this much was obvious by the lack of expression she placed into reacting to the announcement.

The Medic hadn’t cared when she went missing, for a week.
He didn’t care when she came back broken, missing a digit and with no mind for sleep.
The entire affair had left a rather bitter taste upon her tongue, so the less that was spoke of it, the better.

At any rate, Eli had cared more, for the abandoned brother that had helped her on several an occasion when Leon had been indisposed…
Pulling up the satchel full of sugary gifts that the Scout most certainly was not planning on giving over, she hesitated before inching open the door to peek around-
Just in time to lay witness to the upturning of the desk, crashing in a violent display of Nik’s inner rage.

The BLU hovered with uncertainty clear, fingers gripping the door edge;
"Nik…?"
Eli announced her position before daring to enter any closer, glancing down to the mess created, slowly drifting back up to the RED.

The medic froze for a second, looking up to the scout slowly. His vision was even further distorted than usual by tears, so he wasn’t so much looking at her than staring vacantly in the direction he had heard her voice. You could clearly see that he was biting his lip and trying to quickly bury all of what he had just been feeling whilst in the presence of the young lady.

Oh God what was she thinking right now of him? Both her and everyone else knew him to be so calm and composed outside of battle, and he liked to think of himself as someone people could come to if they were troubled. To see him being the one in rage and Eli being the one concerned at the door was a strange switch, and it may had even been humorous to Nik if it weren’t for the emotions he still couldn’t conceal.

"… E-Eli? I-is zhat you?" He asked, voice shaking. "… Ich… I… Uh…" He began stuttering and gesturing to the table, to himself and then to her before finally shutting his mouth and looking down like a child guilty of what he had just done. "Sie nicht brauchen-…You did not… Need to see zhat…" He was still trembling and struggling to keep himself from just breaking down in tears in front of her. "I-I’m sorry…"

Old Muse: Role Play, for one day, a character you have Role Played before. (If this if your first muse, then you may deny the M!A.)
Artificial Heart: The muse no longer feels emotions- no pain, no anger, no rage. They simply become an apathetic shell. Can be broken early if something strong enough manages to break their "emotional inhibitor."
Unknown Muse: Role Play, for one day, a character you know absolutely nothing about. (You may research a bit of your character before beginning.)
Silver and Cold: The world just isn't the same, is it? It's so cruel and grey, there just isn't any point anymore... Muse is now suicidal for six hours.
I'm Melting!: Muse cannot stop bleeding from the mouth, nose, or eyes (anon's choice). Muse cannot pass out from blood loss.
Frozen to the Core: Muse becomes extremely cold natured and seeks any form of warmth.
Jack the Ripper: Muse has been attacked by something that obviously has no sense of mercy. They are beaten, bloody, and left for dead someplace abandoned. Lasts until someone comes to the rescue... Or finishes the job.
Just Shut Up!: Muse hears voices in their head. Anon can pick whose voice it is.
Lights: Turn the lights on! Your muse has a sudden addiction to lights. All lights are beautiful. Must look at lights. Lasts a full week.
Bikinis and Big Booties Y'all: Whoo! For one entire night, your muse suddenly wants to get drunk and party.
Overprotective: Muse becomes obsessive of the person Anon chooses.
Afraid of Your Own Shadow: Muse is unnaturally skittish and afraid of everything around them for 24 hours.
Age: Muse will be a Kid for 10 Hours
Chibi: Stuck as a chibi- adorable, but only 2'4'' in height...
Dreams: Muse is able to trespass in the dreams and nightmares of others for 48 hours.
Power: Muse gains _______ (Anon specifies) as a power for 17 hours.
Pretty Please: My Character must grant favours of anyone who asks. So long as they say please. (Anon decides duration)
Reverse: Muse's personality will be extremely opposite for (Anon decides)
S-S-Stop!: Muse develops a bad stutter for 24 hours.
What Are You, Chicken?: Muse gets the chicken pox. Anon decides if there are any magical side effects for 24 hours.

The emotions swirling around in the man’s head had finally became too much for him to bear.

He was mostly furious with himself; had he not been the spineless coward he was so known to be, he could have said something to him. Just a simple “hallo” would have done nicely to put his mind at ease that he wasn’t a stranger to him. He had sat himself down in his office in the past and tried to write a letter, but the words never seemed to come to him. He had thought of approaching him in his base before, but he was worried that he would have been disrupting his work.

He didn’t even know if he cared any more. Was he sad to leave, or did he leave by choice? Was he relieved to get away? Why did he leave in the first place, and would he ever come back?

None of this mattered any more. It was too late. From what Nikolaus had heard and been told, he was gone, there was nothing he could do about it now. There was no clue of a place to write to should the words ever come into his head or for him to drop by should he ever muster up the courage to talk to him face to face.

His hands curled into fists as he leaned against his desk, his eyes starting to water. Of course Nik still loved him. He missed being able to be with him and all of the good times that they had had together. The man’s calm disposition was gone and it was too late for him to attempt to smile and suppress his emotions as usual. Letting out a yell of frustration, he put his hands under his table and completely flipped it on its side, causing a loud crash and sending paperwork scattering across the floor.

The thing that angered him most?

He never even had the chance to say goodbye to his big brother.

Send me a HELLO and i’ll answer…

rpaskboxmemes:

If we kissed:

  • [] This wouldn’t happen.
  • [] Oh disgusting.
  • [] Again, again.
  • [] Kiss you back.
  • [] Let’s take this to the bedroom.
  • [] Slap/Push you away.
  • [] Be confused

If you asked me out I’d say:

  • [] Um no.
  • [] I’m taken-
  • [] Sure.
  • [] HOLY ASDFGHJK YESSSSS.

Can we cuddle?:

  • [] No.
  • [] Ew.
  • [] Sure.
  • [] YES.

Sex?:

  • [] Let’s do it.
  • [] No. You can’t handle my d.
  • [] FUCK YES.
  • [] No.

Should you reblog this?:

  • [] Yes. I want to send you one.
  • [] Yes.
  • [] No.

thoseblusox:

redmedicnikolaus:

thoseblusox:

Yes I am fluffy.
No do not FUCKIN PET ME.
*commense attacking of Niks hand*

*Eli’s hand attack was ineffective he’s wearing gloves y’know u silly kitten scoot* … Aww… Vhy not…?

"F-fuckin meow…"
Upon seeing her attack ineffective, the kitty scoot attempts to climb up his arm and claw at him.

At this, Nik squeaks and holds the kitten around its middle and away from his face. “Can you go for five minutes wizhout trying to kill me, please…? It vould be more convenient for bozh of us…”