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Being so close, she did in fact notice the hiss of pain. And while she was sure her weight would be slightly irksome, it wasn't as though she'd been purposefully digging and grinding her bones into his. Not like she shouldn't have been.

Kira was still convinced that she could at least try to reason with this man.

But, as she spoke, it became clear he wasn't entertaining the idea in the slightest. Her weight drops slightly down again, her head resting on her arms.

"You want me to explain my worth to you?" She scoffs and you can practically hear the roll of her eyes.

"Well don't you have quite the set on you eh? I'm more interested to hear who's giving me such high praises. 'Accomplished' they say?"

Couldn't have been Quintus. Though she'd healed him once before, she'd gotten the impression that he'd not dare breathe a word of it to anyone. That's the only other Legion she'd ever encountered. That she'd known of.

He's now able to feel her fingers picking at a loose thread of his shirt. Unravelling it.

Vulpes was more accustomed to carrying severed heads than living bodies, and already, he was confident that he preferred the former. Bringing back gore-matted trophies from NCR territory was an easy means of gaining favor with his master. Bringing back this obnoxious woman - and asking Caesar to trust her abilities as his surgeon - was much more of a gamble.

He hissed as she reasserted pressure on his back. Each step thereafter was somewhat stiffer, but he didn't bother to shrug her back in place. Pain could be tolerated. Distractions could be forgotten. His focused steps picked up until the old ruins were a distant speck. All the while, he had hardly listened to a single word from the doctor.

"Enough of your whining. I want to know if you're really so accomplished as I've heard. If you must chatter, then explain to me how useful you are."

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Almost instantaneously, she is harshly readjusted, causing her abdomen to cry in protest. A soft but no less pained groan leaving her throat. Kira had been this far before- she recognized these surroundings at least some. Which brought her a small amount of comfort.

His answer is short. To the point, she supposed.

"Fortification Hill?!" She props herself back up again on instinct, "Are you crazy?!" Kira sighs, obviously he was.

"You can't take me there- listen- I am bound to help most anyone I come across. I can be hired you know. Doesn't have to be this whole thing you're making it out to be."

She is referring to the whole 'taking me against my will' aspect.

"That's such a long way anyway- it would be much simpler if you bring this person to me instead, no?"

She's babbling, as if any sort of suggestion would sway him. As if she could talk her way out of his grip. Which only seemed to really be tightening as she spoke.

He could feel the coiled tension in the body he carried. All of that was to be expected. Very few from the Mojave came willingly east. Typically, new captures would give in as the hours passed on and their adrenaline faded. Either they would grow passive to save their strength, or find themselves increasingly resigned to their future in Legion lands.

No such resignation yet, from the doctor. At least she wasn't actively struggling. Though, when her elbows dug into his back, old scars burned, and Vulpes did not completely stifle his response. He jerked, and shrugged her back into place.

"Fortification Hill," he answered, once he unbleached his teeth. "We have need of a surgeon. I've heard you may be capable."

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Soft OC Asks

🌺 What does your OC do to calm down when they’re scared or after a nightmare? Do they have any special comfort items or need to be reassured by a specific person? How do they handle this if they’re alone?

((Chems. ha haaaaaa.... :(

In all honesty though, Kira deals with most of those types of emotions alone. She doesn't have family and she has a hard time opening up and being vulnerable with people who care about her. She also lives alone in most verses so in a nightmare sort of scenario, she'd wake up alone and deal alone anyway.

I think that if it's minor, which it typically is, she will merely wake up with a start, realize that she's NOT being suffocated, and go back to sleep. Sleeping is a great way to forget those pesky things!

But things that keep her awake for awhile? I imagine she gets up and makes herself some hot tea hoping it'll help calm her down. While the tea CAN help, I believe what helps the most is the more ritualistic aspect of doing something she knows by muscle memory. If she hasn't calmed down by then, she will microdose a little Med-X and go to bed. (Can't go wrong with med-x amirite??)

Scared while awake? Kira will stone wall. Just absolutely compartmentalize that for later until she's alone and can deal with it. If something has rattled her and she's at home, she will throw herself into her work. No way to be anxious if you're busying your hands and mind, right?))

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Soft OC Asks

💦 If you as the writer could erase one traumatic event from this OC’s life what would it be and why?

((ME? The person who GAVE HER THE TRAUMA IN THE FIRST PLACE?? LMAO

None. Fuck it yannow? If I gotta suffer so do my muses. And that includes this pathetic baby.

But if I were to be nice? Probably the first time her mother gave her pills to concentrate. Kira struggles with addiction for quite a long time if not for her whole life because of one whim of her mother's. And at what cost? To be perfect? To study longer? Work harder? For what? To be estranged from her family for the rest of her life and susceptible to falling into bad crowds out of a misguided need to feel wanted or needed or accepted?

Lots of Kira's problems stem from her mother. Her drug issue is just a symptom of a much bigger problem.))

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send 👀 + a dirty thought and/or fantasy your muse has had about mine. let's see how my muse responds.

your muse = sender, my muse = receiver.

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Soft OC Asks

🌹 Where in the world does your OC feel most at home? Is there any reason why? If it’s not the place they were born, where were they born? Is there a certain somebody that makes them feel at home where ever they may be? What does home mean to them?

🍄 What are your OCs favourite snacks? Their favourite comfort food which always cheers them up when they’re down? Favourite meal to make? Do they enjoy baking and cooking and are they any good in the kitchen?

🍁 Where does your OC go when they need to have some time to themself? Would they ever have their own “comfort corner” filled with all the things they like? Do they have a favourite spot outside that feels like its theirs and theirs alone?

🍂 Does your OC enjoy hugs? What do they do as a show of affection for: their friends, their family, their significant other(s) or for strangers? Over all what are they like with recieving affection from others?

🌻 What little things do they notice about people or the world around them that make them happy? What tiny little treasures do they find in the normal every day that makes the world seem a little brighter for them?

🌾 Describe your OC through the eyes of someone absolutely head-over-heels in love with them

💐 How does your OC handle being unwell or forced to rest in bed? Who cares for them and in what ways? Does your OC enjoy being doted on or are they a terrible patient? Reversed: is your OC good at taking care of others who are ill or in need?

🌿 What way does your OC show that they care without using words? What way do others show your OC that they’re cared about without using speech?

🌳 What is your OC’s favourite way to relax after a stressful day? Do they have a favourite book to curl up with? A hobby? Or do they have a nice bubble bath and have an early night to bed?

🌲 How deeply does your OC feel? Are they typically empathetic or do they have a hard time connecting with others in this way? What are they like when offering support and comfort to someone they care for?

🌺 What does your OC do to calm down when they’re scared or after a nightmare? Do they have any special comfort items or need to be reassured by a specific person? How do they handle this if they’re alone?

🌸 What are some of their favourite things and why? List as many as you can think of!

🥀 How would your OC decorate a notebook or journal? What kind of things are written in there? Could you give an example of a nice entry?

🌼 Who are this characters friends and found family? How did they meet, how long have they been friends for, could they ever be something more than just friends? What do they look for in a friend or a romantic partner?

Questions for You!

💫What is your favourite fact about this character and why?

☄️ Does this OC deserve better treatment from you? Do you make them suffer just a little bit too much? Be nice to them!

🌠 On a scale of 1 - 10 how Baby is your OC? BONUS when asking this question rate the OC yourself as see if the reply matches up!!

💦 If you as the writer could erase one traumatic event from this OC’s life what would it be and why?

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“u hard to deal with” good leave me alone

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Le Printemps (1896)

— by Eugène Bidau

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🕯️

send me 🕯️to hear my character's inner thoughts about your character.

There’s something so deep within her that yearns for Archer. Something untainted and touched by no one.

‘I’ve never felt more calm- more at peace than I am when we are together. He looks at me like… like… like I’m something to behold. Like he sees me, actually sees me.

But I can’t help but feel guilty. He’ll jump into burning buildings or crossfire for me and yet what have I ever done to deserve it? Why should someone so- perfect be saddled with me? Risk everything for someone like me?

I don’t understand it but I can’t help but selfishly say nothing. It feels… so good to just have someone so close around. Someone I know would never harm me intentionally. I don’t want it to end. I don’t want him to leave. I don’t want to be left alone again…

When did love become so scary?’

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Keira Knightley as Rachael Morgan in The Aftermath (2019) - Costume Design by Bojana Nikitović

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send me 🕯️to hear my character's inner thoughts about your character.

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Seduction Starters

A mix of actions that focus on the seduction/pinning. Inspiration taken from an array of different memes to put them all together in this one. Feel free to mix prompts to make more specific ones or if reverse them.

send in one of these for my muse’s (RECEIVER) reaction to your muse (SENDER) …

( DOOR ) opening the door for mine to pass.

( STARE ) longingly staring at mine from across the room.

( WATCH ) watching mine while drinking their beverage.

( TOUCH ) “accidentally” briefly touching mine. (example: brief hand touch, knee under the table)

( HOLD ) holding mine’s hand.

( HAND ) kissing mine’s hand.

( GIFT ) giving mine a gift. (example: flowers, jewellery)

( FLOWER ) putting a flower in mine’s hair.

( LETTER ) sending mine a love letter.

( LOCK ) offering my muse a lock of their hair.

( LEAN ) leaning against mine’s side.

( FIX ) fixing or straightening my mine’s clothes.

( DANCE ) leaning in closer while they are slow dancing with mine.

( COMPLIMENT ) complimenting mine.

( STAR ) staring at mine instead of the stars while stargazing.

( PLAY ) playing with mine’s hair.

( BRUSH ) brushing mine’s hair.

( LIP ) biting or licking their lower lip.

( SING ) singing to mine.

( GRAZE ) grazing mine’s shoulders with their fingers.

( BECKON ) beckoning to follow them.

( SLIDE ) sliding down their hand down mine’s back.

( CHIN ) grabbing mine’s chin.

( SILENCE ) silencing mine’s by pressing their finger on mine’s lips.

( PUSH ) pushing against the wall. (example: rough or soft pushing against wall)

( SIT ) sitting on their lap.

( HIP ) pulling mine by the hips.

( FACE ) stroking mine’s face.

( HOVER ) hovering their lips over mine’s.

( NECK ) kissing mine’s neck.

( GRIP ) holding mine by the back of the neck.

( SURPRISE ) being found without an article of clothing (example: being found shirtless)

( SECRET ) arriving where they both agreed to meet in secret in the dead of night.

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WHEN DO YOU GAZE AT YOUR SOULMATE?

when they're working

see this is what you love most. their eyes light up and no one can do it quite like them. whether they are a fighter or a healer. whether they are full of grace and gentle poise, or brute strength and wild energy, you love them when they are at their purest form. raw and unfettered. unadulterated by social cues and careful masks we all wear. when they are just them, trusting their instincts, using their experience, relying on the skills they earned. this is when you heart swells with pride. and you can never decide if you want to interrupt them and draw them into your arms with a hungry, appreciative kiss. or if you could sit there and quietly observe them for hours with more satisfaction than anything physical could bring.

Tagged by: @leondxs (Thank you for the tag bb!)

Tagging: You! If you want to!

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The sugary lump is immediately popped into it's mouth and crunched. Kira can't help but roll her eyes slightly. All that effort, all that hot sugar burning her still wounded fingertips. And for what? Something ungrateful and honestly unappreciative! Her hand leaves the pouch on her hip. The pouch that harbors both treats and punishment should he decide to act up too much. There were a few candies left, but she knew that she needed them to keep safe. Perhaps one more would be in order.

He seemed to be pleased with them. Which was good for her in the very least.

Kira is picking the small twigs and leaves out of her hair and wiping off her skirt as he crawls towards her. She can't really see him at this distance, not without her glasses anyway.

"Oh yes yes- sure-" She speaks ahead of herself, muscle memory from the apothecary, before looking back up towards his voice, her eyebrows furrowed in disbelief.

"More?!" She practically exclaims, incredulously even, as if he was asking her to move the mountains.

"Do I look like a confectionary to you?!"

It's only a matter of moments before she realizes she's being rude. Antagonistic even. She sighs, taking a deep breath and digging in her pouch, providing another candy wordlessly as an 'apology'.

Strawberry and hibiscus this time. A flower not native to their region.

"Perhaps once in awhile I could... show my appreciation. I understand," She nods slowly knowing exactly what it is he's trying to say. 'You will comply or else'.

"And perhaps once every so often you'd be so kind as to grace me with a favor or so? That is- of course, if you're happy with the... gifts."

He ignored her warning, taking the offered candy just as quickly as the first. It was devoured immediately, but the taste was not lost on him. He did not enjoy the tang of the citrus, making a slight face. But the honeysuckle and overall sweetness balanced it out just enough to please him. Not as enjoyable as the first.

He licked his chops and suckled his digits, purring softly. After his brief grooming session was over, he turned his attention back to the woman. Now, what to do with her?

He was pleased with her offering. But what would sparing her offer him? He would only be cheating himself out of a meal. But... He was not hungry. Killing her would only be a waste of sustenance and leave him feeling uncomfortably full.

He toyed with the idea of keeping her captive until he regained his appetite. Until he considered the strain of dealing with her blubbering as well as caring for her. There was a reason he did not keep humans as livestock, preferring to hunt them instead. It was easier as well as more rewarding, sating both instinct and hunger.

He crawled again towards her, creeping along all fours. He stopped a short distance from her, eyes narrowing slightly as he stared. Perhaps she could still be of some use. Leaving her alive may have had a benefit after all. If she would not comply, he had her scent now. He could track her.

❝ You will make more, yes? ❞

It sounded like a question, but was more of a demand than anything. A threat, even.

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Keira Knightley in The Jacket (2005)