That's What I Go to School For: Chapter 2
But in wilfrid's case, at least from what i've seen so far, there just aren't any imperfections, and i can hardly believe any could ever exist, in his case.
Night thoughts - 12. - Because Y Knot
Mistaken is human, we are imperfect by nature we were born, with opinions torn, & spend time, mending our minds, all the while, looking for a materialistic cure... ...and that's okay... it's just... another day...
The Artist
So great were this man's capabilities that his understandings would not be approached until the renaissance, and even then imperfectly so.
The Hand of God
There was her mirror image, her perfectly imperfect self. and they crouched toward each other, feral, as if in preparation for flight.
Chapter V: Moonlight and Familiars
The mirror itself was clearly the original for the piece, showing all the imperfections and blemished wear of something that had seen too many uncaring winters.
Attacking!
When i opened my eyes, a huge and imperfect light hit my face. i was in a city, furries walked around using social clothing, it was hot like hell, skyscrappers adorned the view and the air trembled with the heat. i had no clue on where i was.
Mankind Requiem
``you are my greatest achievement, my imperfect perfection. you are as flawed as me, not like the others. you will be my prometheus, the one that will bring enlightenment...''
L7's Action Log - Thursday Prompt Story [#7, 16/2/23]
It may then be used to clean any imperfections on the floor. tomorrow, that worn out piece of cloth may be dragged into an open trash bin, finally having served its purpose.
Sip!
He could see his own reflection in the liquid, and he frowned as he gazed through the imperfect mirror. did he really look that tired? he needed to brush his fur, that was for sure, and- "come on, space brain! just drink it!"
The Ghost Inside You
We are imperfect beings in a wobbling universe, making bad decisions with half-baked ideas. we live to be flawed; we live to be less than sublime. to be perfect is boring; we would destroy ourselves even faster if we were idyllic beings.
The Most Vivid Nightmare I've Ever Had
I knew it was painted because i could see his normal skin tone on his neck, and also the slight imperfections of the paint and even the pores on his face.
Nonbeings
Yet they are still imperfect. no matter how self-aware they may become, they can never develop a soul.