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Deep in her chest, she feels uncharacteristically skittish, and she loathes it. Loathes it. There is no reason for it, no blaring red flags, but for the fact that this just feels- right and wrong by turns. 

It makes no sense. But he has- more or less come back from the dead. Mortals rarely do so, and she bites back on the unsettled instinct that keeps rattling in the back of her chest. Muninn knows well that she sometimes cannot trust herself- so this instinct-  It is probably just that, again. 

He’s been through something that for a mortal is nigh-on impossible. Unimaginable. Things couldn’t- Of course they wouldn’t be the same, and of course she’s feeling uneasy. 

The thought doesn’t settle anything in her chest, though- but he looks at her, and she looks back. There’s that softness there, in those blue eyes as he reaches his hand out. She breaths out a little, and then lays her hand in his, follows the unspoken invitation and sits beside him, facing him with her legs curled beneath her. That grey gaze slides away from his, looking at where their hands meet. 

“- You’ve been through something I don’t think any other mortal has,” she says then, after a moment, hedging. Considering. “And you threw yourself back in to it- immediately. Battling for- the people of this world, against forces that would make lesser men roll and bare their throats.” 

Finally, her gaze lifts, seeking his once more as those red brows furrow. “I- just.. Worry. That you’re... Throwing yourself into the fight, so that perhaps you don’t have to think about- the rest of it.” A moment and she taps her fingertips against his, gentle. 

“Have you even taken a moment to yourself, since you- came back? Truly?” He’s different- of course he’s different. 

Still. Still. 

@sevencfswcrds   :   "You want to tell me whats going on with you?“ (Muninn and skrull steve verse)

      It was exhausting … to maintain the façade of someone in love. The human heart was weak, creating exception based on no law, no reason, nothing but a feeling. Skrulls were not immune to love and affection, however the calling of a higher purpose prevented them from becoming stupid for it. This particular mission — impersonating the body of a national, if not global icon, had appeared simple enough on paper. Steve Rogers died in 1945 with the most important parts of his life filmed and documented, and made public record. Even the parts that were part of restricted files, were easy to obtain with the infiltrators already within SHIELD. Impersonating a dead man was in ways easier than replacing an alive one, though it did make fact checking difficult. The fact that he was constantly around a Seer and having to shield his intentions at all times made the mission more challenging — but that’s why he’d been chosen for the job. 

      “Nothing’s going on with me,” Steve says, opting for straight denial until he can figure out what he could have said or done to raise Muninn’s suspicions. He has a laundry list of reasons to explain away anomalies in his behaviour. He wonders which one he’ll use tonight. He lifts his head, smiles, extends his hand for Muninn to take so she can come join him on the couch. Working his way into the Avengers had been far too simple. They were desperate for help, eager to believe their beloved hero had returned from the dead in a time of need. There was hardly anyone around who had known the real Captain America; the people who thought they knew him had read the same material the Skrulls had in order to create this version of Steve Rogers. But he had to try harder with Muninn — even if the ice could account for most of his memory loss. 

      “Come sit. What makes you say that ?” 

#withoutawar #[ muninn verse: withoutawar skrull verse ] oh is this the place where monsters hide #vibrates excitedly

[sevencfswcrds]

I’m gonna be trying to putter around here tonight, answer some memes, maybe hit some drafts- like this and i’ll haunt your inbox?

#[ out of character ] welcome to the panic room

[sevencfswcrds]

🐝  *  ―  𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐁𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍  𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄  𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒.   (  another  part  for  the  trope  memes  i’ve  made  in  the  past,  this  time  centered  around  forbidden  love.  most  of  these  can  probably  be  used  for  angsty  settings.  feel  free  to  adjust  to  better  fit  your  muses.  )

❛  do people always fall in love with things they can’t have ?  ❜ ❛  my heart tells me this is the best and greatest feeling i have ever had. but my mind knows the difference between wanting what you can’t have and wanting what you shouldn’t want. and i shouldn’t want you.  ❜ ❛  you’ll always be mine, in the back of my mind … i’ll look for you first in my next life.  ❜ ❛  we can’t keep seeing each other.  ❜ ❛  i think we’re just gonna have to be secretly in love with each other and leave it at that.  ❜ ❛  how can something so wrong feel so right ?  ❜ ❛  i don’t want to be with anyone else. i only want you. no matter the consequences.  ❜ ❛  life would be much easier if i wasn’t in love with you.  ❜ ❛  i think things that i shouldn’t. i dream things that i shouldn’t. i want things that i shouldn’t and it’s all because of one thing; i do care about you.  ❜ ❛  we can’t choose who we fall in love with.  ❜ ❛  i don’t want to keep our relationship a secret anymore.  ❜ ❛  is it worse to know you want something or that you can never have it ?  ❜ ❛  i promised to stay away from you … but i can’t.  ❜ ❛  having something forbidden is exciting, don’t you agree ?  ❜ ❛  how can you simply be friends with someone when every time you look at them, you’re thinking about how much more you really want ?  ❜ ❛  i shouldn’t want to be with you.  ❜ ❛  you have to promise me to keep this a secret from everyone.  ❜ ❛  i wish i could kiss you right now. but there are too many people watching us here.  ❜ ❛  we can’t keep meeting up like this. someone’s gonna find out, and someone’s gonna get hurt.  ❜ ❛  why do we always want what we can’t have ?  ❜ ❛  i can’t just ignore these feelings i have for you.  ❜ ❛  why do you have to be the one i’ve always been looking for ?  ❜ ❛  i hate this ! i hate that we’ve been put in this situation. i hate that there’s no way out of this. but worst of all, i hate that i love you.  ❜ ❛  you’re my favorite mistake.  ❜ ❛  it’s better to cheat than to think about cheating.  ❜ ❛  we can’t fall in love with each other.  ❜ ❛  you can’t be mine and i can never be yours.  ❜ ❛  if only we’d met sooner …  ❜ ❛  love is still love even if it’s forbidden.  ❜ ❛  i told myself i would never kiss you again. i can never keep my word when you’re involved.  ❜ ❛  i wish i had the strength to stay from you.  ❜ ❛  under different circumstances, our love could’ve been like a fairytale.  ❜ ❛  what if anyone finds out about us ?  ❜ ❛  we just have to believe that we’ll find a way to make this relationship work.  ❜ ❛  can we just pretend for one day that everything is gonna be okay ?  ❜ ❛  we always crave what we can’t have.  ❜ ❛  the more i fall for you, the more i hate myself for falling for you, cause the truth is we can never be together.  ❜ ❛  you and i will always be unfinished business.  ❜ ❛  we can’t be together. not now, not ever.  ❜ ❛  i knew the moment i met you that you’ll turn my life into a complicated mess.  ❜

#[ memes ] of us that get to look back when we're done oh you took what you wanted to take #.... i am a simple fool

[sevencfswcrds]

Send “They’re ’s a 10, but..” and fill in the rest to call out my muse!

#[ memes ] of us that get to look back when we're done oh you took what you wanted to take #DO THIS.

[sevencfswcrds]

Send “They’re ’s a 10, but..” and fill in the rest to call out my muse!

#DO THIS. #[ memes ] of us that get to look back when we're done oh you took what you wanted to take

[sevencfswcrds]

...this isn't the moon, it's the all-white face of a handless clock.

Hélène Cixous, Stigmata: Escaping Texts; from ‘What Is It O’Clock? Or the Door (We Never Enter)', tr. Catherine A. F. MacGillivray

#[ muninn musings ] all the rage inside me subsides i rearrange the world with clear eyes

[sevencfswcrds]

@genesismusings​ asked:  ❛ you do have a way of finding trouble. ❜ || MUNINN || V’s Meme Tag || Accepting 

“- That’s certainly one way to put it,” Muninn says, intertwining her fingers together and staring at the digits, silver gaze gone frustrated. Trouble has a way of finding her, too, and honestly at this point she half-wonders if she’s somehow magnetized to 

[sevencfswcrds]

withoutawar​:

      People don’t really speak anymore. Buried in their phones or their ears plugged with headphones. Even Steve, who had been slight and near invisible during the times when people had tipped their head in good morning as they passed each other on the street, was used to the occasional bit of conversation between strangers as they waited in line for coffee, or at the bus stop. Or between shelves at the library. 

      Call him old fashioned, but the best of humanity was slowly washing away. 

      ‘ Yes, ’ he replies, relieved to receive a tug on his olive branch. ‘ Well, sometimes. I move around a bit. ’ He’s got stays, courtesy of SHIELD and the Avengers, and a monumental amount of military backpay in several states. The one here, however, is what he’d call home. As close as he got to it. The one with all his picture frames and books. 

      ‘ You must go through a lot, ’ he says, nodding to the pile of books in her arms. ‘ Saw you here just last week. ’ He has just one clutched in his hand, a Margaret Atwood novel from the 1980s. ‘ So you’re not from around here, then ? ’

She moves around a lot too, and despite herself she gives a grimace. “.. Me too,” she says- sort of an olive branch of her own. She can understand not staying in one place too long. She hasn’t stayed in any one place for longer than four months in- a decade or so. 

She follows his nod and looks at the stack of books in her arms and- there’s a momentary blink, and then she rasps a tired laugh. Well he certainly isn’t wrong. “I um. I don’t sleep a lot,” which honestly explains the pallor. But she shakes her head, then. “.. No. I moved to the States um- five years ago? And I came to this- general area a couple months back.” There’s no accent to her voice, really- no indicator of where she was from. “I just... like this library. Lots of options.” Two of the books in her hands are historical, for different places- the top two are fiction but that originated around the sixties. 

She glances to his book, and considers, before glancing back up at him. “Why Atwood?”

#withoutawar #[ rasa verse: main ] trying to get some heart from you is like draining blood from stone

[sevencfswcrds]

LA by Night: Immortal Longings starters

dialogue and actions taken from s1ep6 of the VtM chronicle LA by Night.  edit as desired.  the transcript these lines were copied from, including credits to transcribers, will be linked in the replies of this post. tw: violence, death, drugs, possessive behavior, guns, foul language

I.  WORDS.

“When you're dead, you must often make choices that humans would never dream of having to face.”

“Oh, wait, you care about me?”

“You are... angsty?”

“Everything is all about money and status with you.”

“[Name], darling, are you okay?”

“I am at your leisure.  Whatever you need.”

“Don't trust anyone, really.”

“I can control myself just fine.”

“I'm sorry, did I walk into after-school?  What is going on?”

“Or you could hide in a sewer.”

“Well, that sounds like an us problem.  Again.”

“[Name], are you armed?”  –  “Always.”

“I mean, 'own' is a real loose term for a Millennial, but yeah, I've got an apartment.”

“Oh, am I boring you?”  –  “Uh, often.”

“There are certain conversations that I can't discuss with you.”

“Knowledge is power.  Money is more power, but knowledge is power.”

“I do need you to understand something.  If we show any weakness whatsoever here, we will be destroyed.  Okay?  Good meeting.”

“I don't wait in lines, darling.”

“I don't indulge when on business.  Maybe later.”

“What do you want?  We have almost anything here.”

“Do you like to party?  Partake in narcotics?”

“You seem to drink deeply from all the cups of life.”

“Hope you're not doing anything important at the moment.”

“It would be my pleasure to take away the emptiness inside you.”

“[Name], um, you're okay with this?”

“Calmeth down.”

“Go away, now.”

“Why did you decide this?  Why do you want this?”

“An opportunity presented itself to expand my business and I took it.”

“Darling, we made a promise long ago that we would... protect each other's backs.  You know that's hard to come by these days.”

“You don't seem to fit in with them.”

“I'm not some disaffected middle-aged banker that you're going to woo with your beautiful eyes and fabulous presentation here.”

“I'm trying to figure out how we can be friends.”

“You are obviously very distracted.  Perhaps you should go relax a bit and then we can talk.”

“I would like to talk to you.  I feel like you're a bit lost.”

“Back off, Dad.”

“I do not know why you are so accusatory.  I've done nothing but be hospitable.”

“This is a place of decadence.  It's a place for you to be safe. One place in a very big city that you can relax.”

“If I ever catch you again with another one, I will hurt you.  Understood?”

“You must take control of your fears.  Sometimes indulging in them until you can understand them.”

“You should have patience with yourself.”

“I might have answers.  But you need to ask your questions first.”

“Is this- Is this a cult?”

“Have you ever loved somebody? Like, really loved somebody?”

“It can tear you apart... or you learn to live with it.”

“All of this... decadence.  The drugs and the alcohol and the sex.  Does that help you?”

“The night doesn't have to be so dark and terrible. ”

“It's supposed to be meaningless, but...”

“What's wrong with emotion?”

“First, I don't have to explain anything to you.”

“I don't know how this ugly rumor keeps spreading about me.”

“I personally love hanging out with criminals.  They're very tasty.”

“Directness has never been a problem for me.”

“Sometimes learning the hard way is the best way.”

“I should explain. I don't do loyalty.  I do my job.”

“You took everything from me.  Everything!  And you think that I'm just gonna let it slide?”

“You're, uh, you're pretty strong.”  –  “That's right, I fucking am.”

“Look, look! It doesn't have to go this way.  We can deal.”

“Give me the gun.”

“Humor me, and pretend I'm an idiot.”

“I wouldn't- I wouldn't do that to you.  I couldn't.  I couldn't do that to you.”

“If you want to kill [x], you can kill [x].”

“My doors are always open to you.”

“The taste of fear has no equal. It's electric.  That frisson of terror...”

“There is a war coming, I can feel it.”

“What do you think about a double date?”

“I'm so proud of you!  That was awesome.”

“That was probably the worst moment of my life.”

“Just remember, decisiveness is power.”

“It's almost impossible, but I guess here almost anything is possible.”

“Is there a vampire therapist?  Relationship counselors?”

“I don't want death and violence to become second nature or natural.  It's- It's wrong.”

“You don't have to be me, but you have to be a different you.”

“It shall be as you wish.”

“You're done, you're finished, you're over.”

“What is your problem, bro?”

“We know where you live.”

“This is boring and I hate your attitude.”

“Mm.  You smell good.”

“Just kill me.  Just get it done.”

“Just listen to you!  You deserve to die!”

“Shut up, the adults are talking.”

“To be fair, we are kind of monsters.”

“Jesus fuck, [name]!  Just right when I think, maybe you're starting to understand the predicament you find yourself in...”

“I appreciate loyalty.”

“Vengeance is yours.”

“The next time you put hands on me in public, I will fucking execute you.”

II.  ACTIONS.  add “reverse!” to switch roles of sender and receiver

[GROVEL]:  sender drops to their knees to beg receiver’s forgiveness

[SHOVE]:  sender forces receiver up against a wall

[CARESS]:  sender massages receiver’s hands

[YOINK]:  sender steals receiver’s drink

[OBSERVE]: sender stares at receiver across a crowded bar

[CLICK]: sender handcuffs receiver

[SELFIE]:  sender takes an unplanned photo with receiver

[PRICK]: sender presses the point of a sharp weapon against receiver’s chest

[STRIKE]:  sender hits receiver in anger

[HESITATE]:  sender decides at the last minute to spare receiver’s life, though sender has the power to kill

[APPLAUD]:  sender mockingly slow-claps for something receiver has done

[END]:  sender kills someone who hurt receiver, while receiver watches

#[ memes ] of us that get to look back when we're done oh you took what you wanted to take

[sevencfswcrds]

Rasa pauses in surprise as the man on the other side of the shelf speaks, and ghost-green eyes lift to meet blue, startled. She has a stack of books in her arms, and was reaching for another. 

There’s no- recognition, in her, when she looks at the taller figure. She doesn’t know him, not at all. 

His question hangs leaden in the air between them, and Rasa hesitates, before shaking her head. “.. Not really. I just- prefer this library to my local one.” She shifts her weight a little, considering him. 

Rasa isn’t... Good with people but he doesn’t seem- bad. And he doesn’t smell of twisted cold iron and rot, so he clearly has nothing to do with the Void. “Is it your local, then?” Her voice is raspy- like she hasn’t spoken in a while, or doesn’t speak often, but there’s no hostility there. For once. 

@sevencfswcrds​   :   small-talk starter call   ft.   rasa ( oops ! )

      The first time he passes by her that night between columns of books, occupied in his search for author, something clicks in his brain, but it doesn’t set off a chain reaction of flight or fight so he doesn’t think anything of it. The next time her face comes into view behind a row of books as he plucks one off the shelf leaving a gap, that click falls into place a little more soundly. ‘ I saw you here the other day, ’ he speaks up, as kind and genuine as a literal stranger could come across. He is nothing but Steve here, in t-shirt and jeans, and a worn leather wallet in his back pocket, searching for the next book to add to his shelf at home. Not all of his collection is non-fictions; he is starting to indulge in the fantasies that had saved him from dying of boredom as a child. ‘ Is this your local ? ’

#withoutawar #[ rasa verse: main ] trying to get some heart from you is like draining blood from stone #omg yes these two haven't interacted in a hot damn minute

[sevencfswcrds]

And if there’s a moral there, I don’t know what it is, save maybe that we should take our goodbyes whenever we can, and that’s all. ; independent, selective hel lokadotter of norse mythology with heavy vertigo comic influence. fandom/setting aus available. multi/sideblog friendly. est. 2017, relaunched 2021. 21+. read rules prior to interaction. penned by kadian.

#[ promotions ] and then i knew you were the one i couldn’t live without #literally amazing #showstopping #phenomenal

[sevencfswcrds]

@withoutawar​ asked:  reflect (muninn) || MUNINN ||  Ask my muses about their memories || ACCEPTING FOR FOREVER, ACTUALLY! ||

There was a reason, that Muninn had been in America, in the forties and the fifties- and then back and forth, from Europe and back in skips, for the decades afterwards. She is from no culture on this world, but she could link more easily to those long-lost to time, that America barely had the shadows of- she had not come to America for a whim. 

Even gods, sometimes have to go to ground. Even gods have to hide. 

It’s a mistake, a myth, to believe that gods cannot die, cannot be killed. They can. Sure, most of the time, in the centuries after, they come back to life- a cycle of life and death, an immortality that cannot easily be rewritten. They retain their personality and memories, most times, though not always. And sometimes, if the killing is done well enough, there will be no return at all. Death of the divine. Not impossible, but fleeting, and risky. 

She’d come close. So, impossibly close. Muninn is no stranger to pain, to violence. To threats against her, some effective, some not. But to this point, the only true fear she had ever experienced had been at the hands of other divine- or at the minimal, other creatures, non-human entities, of variable origin. 

The 1890s were the first time Muninn ever had to fear for her immortal soul at the hands of mortal men. 

She wasn’t usually careless, but she must have been, back then- Somewhere near Austria, someone had asked too many questions- and then gotten clever enough to somehow outmaneuver the visions. Changed their mind just often enough, never cemented decisions in a way that the possibilities were clear enough for her to see. 

The end result of those questions, saw her bound in metal that even her maddening strength could not warp. Saw her in rooms with harsh light that burned her too-sensitive eyes, surrounded by men of science. Men of madness, and cruelty- who sought ways to conquer the world, to warp magic to their will. 

A Seeing goddess was an answer they couldn’t have imagined. 

Torture for information is one thing. She can withstand it- her mind is already broken, and it cannot break more. But torture to learn about the subject is another, and not so easily defended against. They wanted nothing from her but the pain- the blood. 

Godsblood is hard to come by- and good for so, so many things. 

“- Sometimes, I still feel the ghosts of the knives,” She says into the empty air, as one ungloved hand cups her own throat. They’re barely visible- but the scars remain, and by far, the most telling one is that which spans from her throat to her hips- a perfectly straight line, faded and silvery- almost invisible, but for those who are close, or to touch.

Pain had been one of their goals- and there had certainly been nothing they’d had which could have put her under. Muninn can remember every moment, sharp burns in time, scorching through her memory like film on fire. 

Thin silvery lines along the back of her hands, tracing up her arms- they had been thorough in their studies, and she had given so very much knowledge, against her will. 

Twenty years, they’d kept her in some hole below a mountain. She’d torn her way out after twenty years, in a hail of blood, broken mirrors, and the ozone-scent of lightning and wind, air torn from lungs. But it hadn’t been thorough- she hadn’t destroyed their research, though she should have. She didn’t kill them all- only most. And she should have. 

She’d fled, racing the winds themselves in desperation to get away, and then buried herself into a city. She hadn’t fled for the wilds, though the snow-and-ice-and-storms called to her- she had thrown herself into the flux of industrialism and people. A mask like nothing else- and not something she did often. Not something predictable. 

All things bear cruelty. Muninn knows herself to be no saint, that she is a being of grey in morals and methods. But these events are what caused her distaste for... Mortality, in some ways, distaste for humans, in others. It was not an all-encompassing thing- but it is why she will react with arrogance and even violence if pushed too hard, disrespected or slighted by humans. They of such fleeting lives, these candle-flames. 

Muninn has so rarely felt fear, in her life. But she did, then. An animal, primordial one that still dogs her steps, now and again. Why she won’t approach mortal doctors unless forced, and why she lets her body heal on its’ own, the divinity in her blood the only ‘medicine’ she’ll concede to willingly. 

She heaves a long, slow sigh, and then tucks her knees to her chest, and closes her eyes.

Oh the madness of it- a god to fear mortals. But it’s no longer so cut and dry. The purity of the fear had tarnished and dulled long ago. 

#withoutawar #[ muninn host ] i'm a sinner i'm a liar oh i want forgiveness but i'm tired #[ muninn headcanon ] something about you is soft like an angel and something inside you is violence and danger #[ muninn lore ] and from the earth unbound at birth you came a noble savage #[ torture cw ] #[ medical experimentation cw ] #i kept things pretty vague but yeah #muninn didn't have a good time in the early 1900s. #[ answered asks ] now we see what we're gonna regret

[sevencfswcrds]

@cursedbcrn​ asked:  REFLECT + the first time caine learned about patrina || CAINE || Ask my muses about their memories || ACCEPTING FOR FOREVER, ACTUALLY! ||

“... So that’s sort of the thing, isn’t it? It’s that- in a sort of, um, knowledge-way, I guess, I’ve always known about Patrina. All duskwitches do- she’s a ghost story. Like the duskwitch boogeyman- the duskwitch who turned on her people, men, women, neither or both, children. Quite genuinely, I heard ghost stories and scary stories about her from- when I was very little.” They don’t really remember the stories anymore, but- well. Patrina is the boogeyman. Patrina is the big bad wolf, used to scare little kids to behave, to remind them not to sway to the darkest of magics, to that which is used purely for sadistic greed. 

Funny, to grow up on those stories, and then have the reality smack them in the face. “So- well, like little kids do, I had nightmares about her, but when I was... A little bigger, a little older, the dreams changed. They were still about Patrina- but now I was Patrina. My point of view, my eyes, you know? My hands doing the terrible things.” A slow, shaking breath and Caine closes their eyes. 

“The first one was the worst for a long time, I think. She used- cold fire, burned down a house with... Someone inside. Turned to the vampire, the one she loved, and she was so pleased, and I felt her joy and her- cruelty, alongside my horror. My fear. She listened to the screaming and reveled, and I listened and all I wanted to do was- help, or shut it out. Anything but keep listening.” Caine’s lips twist and they grimace a little. Even now the memory- their heart feels like it’s pounding out of their chest, and they lay a palm over that racing organ, trying to settle. 

“Of course that was nothing compared to watching her destroy the village and then- experiencing her curse and her death through her eyes. But that was a lot later.” The duskwitch swallows. “And up until- that one, honestly I just.. I thought it was like a dream where I was making it up. My mind filling in the blanks of the stories that I’d been told. But this one- I told Camlo.” There’s a quiet, helpless laugh, and Caine hangs their head- hiding. 

“I told Camlo, and he wasn’t- he wasn’t even surprised. And he gave me a journal, and he told me everything. And then- A month later, I was on my own. Gods I was so scared. I think I shut down for- almost a year, really. That period of time’s a blur. But I- decided that I’d fight it. It was why Camlo kept us moving so long, I know, and why when the dreams got to that point- we crossed an ocean, and then he left me... Here. Maybe because he was afraid of Patrina- maybe because he was afraid of being tracked down by... Well, you know, who.” Even now, it feels like a curse, to say the name of the vampire. 

The Mikaelsons aren’t the big bad wolves, to the duskwitches. Not even close. 

“... It was a lot. It was very much a lot, and I still don’t really know what I’m doing, other than that- every day I’m alive, Patrina isn’t. Every day I’m the awake one, Patrina isn’t. And I want to keep it that way.”

#cursedbcrn #[ caine verse: cursedbcrn ] fighting till the end like i promised you this could be the day i die for you #[ caine lore ] someone crying in the dead of the night was it me or was it just in my mind #[ caine headcanon ] i want to be the king of my body and mind #[ caine valikovna doe ] this heart keeps beating to somebody before #[ answered asks ] now we see what we're gonna regret #[ lmao caine is so desperately Not Okay ]

[sevencfswcrds]

send REFLECT for me to explain a traumatic event in my muses’s past and talk about their perception of events,  which parts have stayed with them longest and how it affects them now.  (  sender can request specific scenes/backstory  )

#[ memes ] of us that get to look back when we're done oh you took what you wanted to take #oooh lore drabbles

[sevencfswcrds]

𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄  [ … ]   𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄,

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fights honourably / fights dirty

prefers close - quarters / prefers range

chats during / goes silent

low pain tolerance / high pain tolerance

attacks in bursts / attacks steadily

goes for the kill / aims to disarm / fights defensively / strikes first

is provoked easily / provokes their opponent / teases

gets visibly frustrated / shouts while attacking

uses strategy / focuses on the battle / experiences conflicting thoughts during battle / rushes in recklessly / tries to read their opponent before engaging

fights wildly / fights calmly / fights apathetically / fights with anger / fights with excitement

fights because they have to / fights because they want to

fights without regard to wounds / runs away when wounded / hides wounds / takes a blow to protect another

prefers a blade /  prefers a gun / prefers hand to hand combat / prefers a bow / prefers a shield  / prefers a personalized weapon / prefers magic, alchemy or spells

their greatest weakness is physical / their greatest weakness is mental / their greatest weakness is emotional

transforms for battle / fights as they appear

relies on strength / doubts their strength / relies on speed

uses everything they have / proceeds with caution / hides their full potential / exhausts quickly / has high stamina

behaves arrogantly / brags after landing a hit / belittles their abilities

uses psychological tactics / uses brute strength

avoids civilians / strikes down civilians

damages surroundings / avoids damaging surroundings

signature fighting style / makes it up as they go

mastered skill - set / learning their skill - set

fancy footwork / sloppy footwork

messy fighter / elegant fighter

accepts defeat / refuses defeat / begs for mercy

compliments their opponent / insults their opponent

uses unnecessary movements / moves efficiently / barely moves

prefers to dodge / prefers to block

defends their blindside / has no blindside / leaves blindsides vulnerable

uses all available advantages / strictly uses one main method

plays around / holds back / fights ruthlessly / shows mercy

waits for an opponent to be ready / strikes when opponent isn’t ready

fears death / fears pain / fears killing

has ptsd  / avoids fighting

has lost a fight / has won a fight

has killed / refuses to kill

wants to die standing / would succumb slowly

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[sevencfswcrds]

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[sevencfswcrds]

TRIBRID ( /tɹaɪ.bɹɪd / ) - noun         1. a hybrid of three different creatures; and        2. the only one of her kind.

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