Better put down what ever it is their holding because Dogmeat is running to them barking and woofing ready to tackle them down and cover their faces in dog kiss! If lucky they may still have their footing when he does this for their is no escape from this happy shepherd !
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Send me ‘?’ to hear about a scar my muse has. || link || accepting
“One of my legs was scarred after a fight with a Profligate ranger. The ranger didn’t cause it directly, if you can believe that. During our fight, we both fell off a short ledge onto a scrap heap. I sliced open my thigh on a piece of metal, a broken car bumper, if I remember correctly. The ranger wasn’t so lucky. She cut her neck on impact, and that was that.
“The wound didn’t heal as well as I’d hoped, but that was my own fault. I took too much time walking back to our nearest encampment, and by then it had worsened. I had to spend a few days in recovery after it was stitched.”
🍃 + a character: What would they have to do to get your muse to be more trusting towards them?
LMAO. That’s not gonna happen. I cannot think of any possible scenario where Laura might trust Kellogg in any significant way. The basest trust that she has in him is that he will continue to be exactly who he’s shown himself to be. And who he is, inherently, is not someone you can trust- unless you can somehow earn it, through caps or, she assumes, other means, since she knows he had a family before- but that’s highly doubtful that it’ll happen again in her eyes. He’s in his hundred-somethings- too old to change.
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♦: What can ‘kill’ your muse/ your inspiration?
The biggest thing? Having a lot of muse for something and not being able to do anything with it. It’s awful. I get these ideas, like things for Nora’s Overboss verse. Or, right now, a weird crossover thing with The Avengers and Fallout (Mainly Tony though).
I have all sorts of plots in my head that consume my muse and then eat away at me.
♪: Name three things, that are absolutely mandatory for you, to be able to roleplay!
..I don’t know that I have anything that’s mandatory? Besides muse, of course.
Send me 😰 for a glimpse at one of my muse’s nightmares!
From here:
Under readmore for angst and bad stuffs. TW: blood, violence, horror, medical stuff.
What could scare a Fae who was quick, mobile, and skilled? The loss of all that mobility. It wasn't a dream Rumple had often, or rather a nightmare. However it was one that drifted through her head every now and then.
A climb up a building, a jump, a misjudgment and a gust of wind ruining her movement. A landing on the ground that broke her already injured leg as well as utterly shattering her wings. The pain from that was bad enough as well as the feeling of being helpless for a few days to a week as she healed. The problem was that in the dream she passed out, and then an ambulance picked her up. Believing the slowly growing wound on her broken leg to be life threatening and pain causing the doctors kept her asleep.
In her nightmare she got to watch as human doctors slowly sawed off her leg and then somehow found the base of her wings. Deciding that they must be some kind of tumorous growth the doctors ripped her wings out of her back as well. A week before they let her wake up and on waking up Rumple could do nothing but scream as they pulled back the blanket to show her how they “saved her life” or rather... how they removed her mobility. It didn't matter to her what prosthetics there were, with her wings gone she'd never move the same anyways.
Waking up that scream continued from the dream into real life before her wings curled around her reflexively and her hands reached down patting at her leg. The scream would fade quickly realizing that it'd been a dream and she would sit there panting before shaking her head. “I have got to stop ordering from that taco joint before bed time. What the fuck do they put in those things... sooo tasty, but the nightmares are just not worth it.
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Lookingup Ms. Gold blinked once or twice. “You want... sex advice, fromme? Dearie I don't even know you.” Her tone was more a mix ofamused and puzzled even as she gave a little shrug. “Well all rightthen. Hmmm what to offer.”
Goingquiet for a moment she clicked her tongue idly in thought. Having noreal idea what the other person was into made it a touch hard, butnot impossible and finally she offered a polite smile. “Don't beashamed. Embarrassment for most is natural enough, but don't let itcross over into actual shame. Everyone has “that one kink”, andsome have quite a few. If it's a one night stand, who cares what theythink? So long as you are safe of course. If it's a relationship,well if you can't be honest with them about what you want that's aproblem itself. So there go. My tip, don't be ashamed andcommunicate.” It was one of those odd moments when Ms. Gold offeredadvice that was likely good, but also ignored the fact she didn'tfollow it herself. Of course that was more from a habit of puttingher partners before herself, or being suspicious and too careful thenanything else.