#corraich

Send 🌋 and my muse will blurt out the first thing that comes to mind when they see your muse

depends on which kid. the eldest of the triplets clawson jr. ‘castro’ is ready to fight his little heart out. he was a fighter during the whole trauma despite being scared. castro stood up for his brothers during it all. like his father. the second in line, karlos, is a silent type due to having some hearing complications. is shaky and avoids from a distance. little ceasar will hide under his mother’s dress. he’s always been a timid child. like his mother. he’s the weakest compared to his brothers, and was pushed around more because of it. 

     Ask my character: “Would you date ___?” || corraich

   “That bastard? No fucking way in hell would I ever date him.” Though, the words spitting from her mouth did not match the words in her heart. “No way, no way.” She says, waving her hand side to side in a dismissive manner. “He’s got a stick up his ass for sure.”

She pauses for a moment. “Maybe – if he learned how to take care of a woman I’d considerate it. But right now, he’s got literally no charm what’s so ever. He might be handsome but it’s going to take more than that to win me over.” Another pause. “But, he is the only one who sees me for who I really am. There is something of an understanding between us..”

                                   a bar.

     she could already hear her father yelling at her -- alita had only been into one before, and that hadn’t exactly ended well. but her body had more of an upgrade now, that wasn’t going to happen again. it couldn’t.

                                                                                 she didn’t even know why she had gone there this time, but ... well, it was going about the same way as it had been before. it wasn’t to say she wasn’t a friendly person -- she loved striking up some conversation.

                                                 but at this point? the way these people were talking was starting to get on her nerves. as nice as she considered herself, alita truly had a rather short fuse.

                                             people acting so high and mighty ... abusing their power. it was something that would likely scare others, yes -- but not her.

                                                                                                                    alita had a different reaction to it -- a different way that would likely only stir up even more trouble.

                        ‘ leave me alone. ‘

                                                       it didn’t take more than a single kick to send her harasser soaring into the wall -- one of the things she loved about this body. it could really handle what she was capable of doing.

sex // romance headcanons -- accepting.

🍬 - Is my muse a sub, dom, or a switch?

alita would be more over on the submissive side -- she isn’t one to boss people around and would be scared of hurting her partner being on top. after all, she is made of metal.

💝 - Does my muse like Valentine’s Day?

she isn’t actually aware that holidays are a thing -- but of course, alita would love them. not only because of her getting to spend time with people she liked - but hearing that there is usually chocolate involved would instantly earn it a spot on the favorites list.

😉 - What are my muses fetishes/kinks?

     night  looming  over  her,  she  lays  down  by  herself  in  a  field ... index  finger  circling  the  air  with  a  flame  creating  spirals.      she  wished  that  she  didn’t  have  to  hide  this ... but  what  would  others  do  if  they  were  to  find  out ??  take  her  in ??  run  tests ... ??  the  very  thought  was  enough  to  make  her  stomach  turn.      her  hand  drops  back  to  her  side,  she  continues  to  lay  there  looking  up ... but  voices  out  in  a  quiet  manner ... 

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     “--So I’ve been told!” Is the almost boastful reclaim. The woman is clad in dark; figure weighed down by a black ballistic vest that gives the illusion of a masculine stature, a ski-mask covering the entirety of her head save for the eye-holes. But even then, long lashes weren’t enough to make out who it was. Nothing but a voice; smooth and strong and cold, but still reaping it’s feminine touch. Jelani was tall, broad in the shoulders, and was pointing a service pistol straight at her target. Stalling like she knew she shouldn’t, but easily lured into banter if it means she got to see the shock in his expression when her bullet finally punctured his skull.

     Jericho Salvatore Maranzano. 28 years old. Approximately 5′10. Maranzano family affiliate. $163,944,673.71 worth of a bounty on his head. Finding him was almost too easy with enough digging around, the word of Corraich being a dangerous target (with the price to back it up) being what drove Jelani to full-out gear. Though as she stands across from him, amused by just how underwhelming his stature really is to his fearsome reputation -- she almost makes the mistake of underestimation. But with a price like that on his head, (a price enough to make her eyes widen and excitement churn in her stomach), she knows that would only get her killed. 

    And so she had followed him for a few days, lurking where he couldn’t see at night and memorizing what she could of what she guessed of his routine. Until she could corner him as she did now -- following him into seclusion and cocking her gun when she finally found her moment.

    The hitman smirks under her mask, brow raised, and aim steady -- if he makes even the slightest of movements she did not account for, he would be dead in seconds. 

Would you date Jericho?

He probably assumed the kicking ass part was foreplay Will he ever treat people well? Find out on the next episode of Dragon Ball z.

honestly he isn’t too wrong about it being foreplay but ivy still expects a little head pat or something after he’s done throwing her around

maybe even a “you did good” LOL