#capricesofchance

poke the bear and you’ll get mauled — ACCEPTING

Oh, if looks could kill.

Prim had shown up a bit late, mostly recuperating from a bad night of fighting. She’d avoiding dipping into it too much, just explaining she had her first run-in with Gotham’s legendary Dark Knight. Her face, no matter how much she’d tried to hide it, was blossoming with bruises and an open cut under her right eye.

stay away from her! — ACCEPTING

What had gone wrong? Why would he hurt her?

He wouldn’t. He would.

Prim had walked away for just a moment. Long enough for Him to lung at her sister. Eden’s scream forced her back; she tackled her sister out of the way and sent her to get help while Prim would attempt to subdue Him.

Key word: attempt.

He punched her and it was almost enough to break her jaw. What He didn’t know is that she’d been hit with brass knuckles dozens of times, and the broken jaw that she’d faced from that resulted in metal plating. She fought back, headbutting Him as hard she can, dizzying herself in the process.

Bioshock Infinite Starters — ACCEPTING

Prim grinned coldly at Harvs, continuing her rain of M&Ms at them.

She’d challenged them to see who could catch more of the candies in their mouths, and they’d initially declined. However, with enough whining, you can make any man bend to your will.

And thus, Harvs and Prim are locked into a contest of snack eating via throwing the treats at each other.

emotional starters — ACCEPTING

That statement hit her like a bullet. Why would they be so passive? So almost kind? 

Why do they care how she’s feeling?

❝Are you feelin’ alright? Did they pump you full of hallucinogens?❞

Prim took a step back, unable to meet the eyes of the being before her. She looked for her sister, hoping for an escape. No such luck – the doc had disappeared, most likely having to deal with Hugo Strange. Shit. She took to being defensive, attempting to mask the discomfort and anxiety they were bringing her.

What happened to you!? — ACCEPTING

❝Good God, Harvs, what the hell!❞

She hadn’t meant to find him like that. She saw him running and panicked, worried about him. By the time she caught up and turned the corner, she saw nothing more than a massive figure, inhuman and terrifying. 

Realer than any monster she’d ever faced.

Much realer.

Of course, when she heard her dear friend’s voice, she wasn’t sure what to make of it. Him? A monster? Why and how?

fluffy bullshit? hell yea! — ALWAYS ACCEPTING

Headcanons for Prim and Harvs, involving one, the other or both being locked out of a random location, determined by who is being locked out.

Prim

Most likely, she’s being locked out of Arkham. Setting this pre-release Harvs, it’s probably because she’s upset them and therefore had to leave

Makes up for it by sending Harvs lots of those chocolate coins

It’s an attempt to show she cares

This happens often

Harvs gets lots of gifts

And little notes saying she’s sorry

Next day is always a blast because she tries her hardest to make them laugh and generally be kind

Sometimes, it works

Laughter ensues

Prim looks forward to getting kicked out 

It’s a good excuse to shower Harvs with nice things

Harvs

Flipside is post-release Harvs getting locked outta their house

And having nothing to pick the lock with

Time to call Prim

She gets the door open no problem, but insists on spending the rest of her day with her best friend

Best friends

It’s either make Harvey laugh or movie marathon with Harv

Whichever it is, it’s a good time

Lots of good friendship

Both

Ho boy

Two drunken idiots trying their best to get into Prim’s place

And Prim accidentally locked her keys inside

Harvs probs busts the door down

“Thanks. Now, I have to replace the fucking door”

“Oh shut up, you weren’t gonna do it”

Senseless arguing 

Which ends in laughter

Honestly, just

them

spending time together like friends do

And Prim snuggling up to Harvs because she’s fuckin outta it and needs the affection

It’s great

20 asks for OC writers — ACCEPTING

1. When did you create your muse?

God, it was ages ago. Probably about a year or so back, when I really got back into Left 4 Dead 2. I was playing with the idea of who the survivors that wrote on the walls were, and started theorizing on how many survivors were actually still out there. 

Truth be told, Prim didn’t start her life as the arsonist we all know and love today. At the start, I wanted to create a scientist who helped engineer the Green Flu virus and was trying to make a cure. This scientist was hiding out in the swamps when the playable group found her. I scrapped the idea, thinking it was a little too out there for the game. 

Still trying to create something, I went with the idea of the zombie apocalypse being a sim and this one civilian’s gear was glitched, forcing her to realize she was being held hostage with 4 other people and she desperately attempted to get them to discover the truth too. Again, a concept I scrapped. Too convoluted. 

Finally, I landed on the idea of a second con in the group who would meld into this group perfectly; a lady who could counter Nick’s own harshness with a bite of her own, would stand up for Ellis and be his friend, and work hard to keep the trust of Coach and Rochelle while also giving them a few laughs to remind them that life is worth living, even in this hell. 

It took me up until about 4 months ago to actually create a solid image and name for my con. I have a deep love for the molotovs of the Left 4 Dead universe, and when my family and I play together, I’m the only one allowed to take them for usage. It was that fact that I used to make Prim the arsonist. I gave her pyromania as a means of explanation for her obsession with fire, and everything just came to me from there. Her name was the last thing I came up with, but it was all carefully chosen once I decided on who she was and how she fit into the apocalypse.

2. Where did you find inspiration for your muse?

Honestly? My own gameplay style, enjoyment of fire and some of my habits. Also, Deadpool and Nick. 

Like I said, I wanted someone who could and would not take any shit from anyone, and Nick is the game’s main offender. So, in Deadpool fashion, I gave Prim some violent means of shutting a person up as well as the sarcastic quips she shoots the con in white down with.