SnugglingSnuggling4 years ago in Settings More Like This
She turned on her side and readjusted her pillows for what was probably the hundredth that night. As weary as she was, sleep should have been an easy task. Unfortunately her mind did not want to cooperate with what her body was demanding. Her mind wanted to think about Earth and all the horrors taking place there, about Kaiden and the angry bruises on his face, about Palaven and about Garrus. She hoped her turian friend was alive and well. Shepard uttered a dejected sigh and pulled herself off the mattress. She arched her back, stretching the sore muscles on her lithe frame that protested against the notion of having to do more work. Perhaps a stroll around the Normandy would ease her mind. Shepard stepped into her slippers and made for the elevator.
The CIC had been eerily quit even if the hour was late. The silence a reminder of when the Collector's had abducted her crew. Shepard chased away the memories of the Collector base. She did not need another horrible thing to dwell on. The
Biography: Cin VhetinBiography: Cin Vhetin4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Name: Cin Vhetin (Sin VAY-ton)
Homeworld: Unknown (Not discussed). Mandalore (Adopted)
Born: 27 BBY (Assumed)
Species: Human (Assumed, since he rarely removes his armor)
Height: 5' 11.5'' (1.79m)
Hair color: Brown
Eye color: Dark blue
Chronological and political information:
The Dark Times
Imperial Correctional Force
Arrival on Mandalore and Early Career (14-9 BBY)
Nothing is known about Cin Vhetin before he appeared on Mandalore around 14 BBY as the trainee of the Mandalorian Rame Omotao. Thirteen years old and already an adult by Mandalorian standards, he usually kept to himself, rarely venturing outside his small group of friends that included Rame, his wife Mia, and a bounty hunter trainee named Brianna. His sudden appearance became cause of speculation and even suspicion among many Mandalorians and he still remai
Spain X Sick!Reader I`MM SSSIICCCKKKSpain X Sick!Reader I`MM SSSIICCCKKK3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Spain X Sick!Reader I`MM SSSIIIICCCKKKK
(A/N: I`m really sick guys ;3; sorry if it`s slightly off topic and weird. This is the work of a random sickness, not me.)
(WARNING: MILD CUSSING. I DO THAT WHEN I`M SICK)
You groan and try to roll out of bed, with little success.
‘I hate the world’ you think though the foggy state your brain has taken. You try to fling yourself out of bed, only to land on your wobbly, unstable legs and fall to the ground.
“OH come on!” you moan, and slowly crawl your way to your cell phone on the counter. You pick it up, grunting with the slight effort your body had to make to reach it. You smile and crawl back into bed, not giving a fuck that you were only in (f/c) boy shorts and a (f/c) tank top.
You lay flat on your back, feeling like the sickliest person in the world. You felt the urge to blow your nose, but you couldn’t get up.
Click, click, thumpIt is three in the morning and I am still clicking away at the keyboard. God, I want to be done with this essay. Click, click, thump. My thumb thumps the spacebar, which enjoys sticking. The beats of Daft Punk propel me forward and make me fall into a hypnotic trance. Out, my mind wants out. It calls to my very soul. I want out of this room and away from this desk which has held me hostage since eight this morning. The words are dancing before me, taunting me. I want them to die, those words. Click, click, thump Why am I still writing this essay? Why am I still writing this as three in the morning when everyone else is sleeping? The words dance as the spacebar sticks thump, thump, thump, indefinitely it sticks. Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaawd, I scream in to the darkness that has engulfed me. The cursor continues to move to the right, left, right, and then left again. Over and over and over it travels. The same path I've taken so many times. I can't find the words; I haven't written anything wClick, click, thump4 years ago in Sketches More Like This