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rubycaped · 1 month
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@afraidofchange asked: [ passionate ] an intense and fiery kiss, expressing raw desire and strong emotion ( from Shepard, perhaps!! )
she had come to Shepard's cabin with every intention to discuss the finer details of their last mission, the datapad hosting said specifics laid somewhere among the several others the pair had knocked over in their ensuing passion.
Kate couldn't recall who instigated, though right now she couldn't care less. not with Shepard's hands exploring beneath her shirt, nor with her fist balled in the commander's hair and her leg hooked around Shepard's, back pinned against the wall.
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" commander," she gasped out, locking eye contact with the other woman and a light pull on her hair, " get undressed. "
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cartelheir · 5 months
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🚩🚩🚩
rpc hot takes
1. when did we decide that writing underage muses, or teen/kid verses of your muse, was a terrible crime that will land you in problematic jail? i feel like a few years ago that was a completely normal thing to do, and suddenly it wasn't anymore. and before anyone comes for me i'm NOT talking about writing smut or gross things with an underage muse, just normal stuff. writing a younger version of your muse can give you a whole new perspective on them and help you explore sides of your muse you otherwise might not think of. idk why suddenly that turned into "you're basically a p*dophile"
2. i understand we all feel insecure or upset sometimes, and also we're allowed to post whatever we want in our own blogs, but god nothing annoys me more than constant no one cares about my muse ig 🙄 posts. vaguing posts overall really get on my nerves, even when they're not for me.
3. i think it's normal for someone not to give the exact same amount of attention for all of their threads all the time. idk it just sounds reasonable to me that our inspiration will fluctuate from one verse to another, or that we might be more excited about some threads or dynamics than others, specially when we have a lot of plotting and ooc communication behind a particular plot with someone. no one likes to feel ignored, but i don't really mind it when someone is replying to a thread with someone else instead of me. i'm guilty of playing favorites sometimes too specially when i'm super excited about a plot.
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mindsmade · 8 months
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@afraidofchange ( rama )
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He hadn't thought he'd be facing off against a pretend Paladin in his lifetime. To make a mockery of a calling as sacred as that — well, he can understand Rama's unamused response once the realisation struck her. To stand in the way of her pursuit of justice would have served nothing and no one. ❛ Well, that was ... something. Let's take what we can use and get out of here. ❜
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stxsis · 1 month
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@afraidofchange asked:
❝ have you thought this through? i mean, chewed down to the bone? ❞ ( from Ashley )
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"I've prayed on it, Ash, but I'm not seeing any way around. If we hand Saren over to the Council, they're more likely to show him lenience than to hold him accountable for any of this shit-- and then there's the chance he'll escape either way. That's if we can even take him alive, and I'm not sure he's going to let us." She shakes her head, mouth set in a grim line. No. The rogue spectre would choose violence in any given situation. He believed he was saving all life in the galaxy, and the delusion was a deeply rooted one.
"He's dangerous. He thinks our only chance at surviving xenocide is to just let it happen, and that's not an acceptable defense to any sort of attack. I'm sorry, but I'm not going gentle into that good night. If I'm going to get murdered by robots, then fine, but they're going to have to work for it. You saw what he did at Eden Prime firsthand. He's a rabid dog, and he needs putting down."
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womanlives · 8 months
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“TELL ME, RAMA.” Hells; too informal; is that too informal? Wyll reaches up and feels the ridges on his brow and realizes he can’t bring himself to care. An empty goblet hangs heavy in his other hand as he sits with her on a log overlooking the river. A moment of silence, but even that around her is full: with the soft creak of Withers on the move, the gentle whuff of Scratch’s breathing as he leans against their legs. The distance metallic hssss of Lae’zel sharpening her blade.
Wyll looks down at his goblet, then up at the sky.
“How does it feel? Your oath, your — devotion?” It’s hard to look at her. Dangerous, even. There’s an unwavering strength about her: a strength that Wyll once thought he had — before he saw the real thing, anyway. He wonders — he hopes — how similar they are.
He prays he isn’t too transparent.
“You have your own guidelines and rules you must abide by — correct?” Like a pact, for instance. His fingers curl against the cold metal of his cup. “Have you ever broken them?”  
@afraidofchange baldurs date 3 rot is REALLLLLLLLLLL
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immobiliter · 2 months
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       “ Well yes — ” she conceded, taking a seat on a stool nearby, her eyes watching Rama at work — though not before she spared a brief glance at the rest of their camp, at all of the young faces who stared back at her. “ I am ancient, as people here keep reminding me. ” There was no venom in her words, only a dry sense of consternation. Though in truth, Jaheira did not oppose the remarks pertaining to her age. She had earned each and every year of weathered fatigue and aged lines on her face. They were as much earned as her battle scars, for sure.
       Jaheira shrugged slightly. “ A little cynicism is not a bad thing. It keeps your mind sharp, protects you from those determined to prove that voice in your head right. ” That there were only bad people in the world. That there was only misery, and suffering, and death. “ But never let that voice win. There is good to be found, you just have to look hard for it sometimes. ” Her eyes strayed to the dirt ground beneath her feet, momentarily lost in thought. “ And where the virtuous can turn out to be monstrous, the reverse is also true. Do not rule out heroism coming from the most unlikely of places. Our camp is proof of that, no? ”
@afraidofchange / cont
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ofdeomnes · 8 months
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@afraidofchange asked: [ smudge ] sender cleans lipstick off receiver's face // comfortable intimacy // accepting!
she probably would have never noticed for the entire evening had Claire not caught her before she left the club, when she leaned across the bar top - Sky had expected another kiss from her girlfriend, but when her eyes closed and she felt the caress of Claire's thumb upon her cheek - she realised.
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" ah, " she said through a laugh, " that'd be why Rogue had that smirk on her face. did y' not tell me before as revenge for the hicky I made y' go t' work with last night? "
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chronal-anomaly · 1 month
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something your muse could never forgive. something that makes your muse smile.
Some headcanons for your wednesday || accepting!
something your muse could never forgive.
Definitely betrayal. Lena knows a lot of people, and believes in a lot of people, but only really trusts a handful of them. That trust has been put to the test again, and again, and again, between the Slipstream and Mondatta and the fall of Overwatch, the pool of people she trusts grows smaller every day. This, of course, is not helped by her innate ability to make a decision about someone in a split second and take a while to change it. Poor Hanzo endured weeks of her judgmental looks and pointed silence, while Genji pleaded with her to give the man a break. She knew the stories, and wasn't about to let vapid promises change her opinion until Hanzo provided himself over and over again. This is tested again by people like Jack Morrison, Cole Cassidy, and Genji Shimada himself, briefly. In her eyes, they left her to pick up the pieces of Overwatch while they moved on. Lena was abandoned again, while they were able to disappear given their own natures and the nature of Blackwatch. Only for them to waltz back in, alive and well, while she mourned them. Yes, this included Ana too. Of course, in actuality, everyone was just trying to do what they could to survive. Lena was too attached and too unable to let go of Overwatch that she failed to see if they stayed, they would likely be dead or tossed into a black site somewhere to rot. It's not that she will never forgive them, but it would just take some work for those she trust to re-earn that trust again.
something that makes your muse smile.
Kids. Lena doesn't believe that kids are right for her, given hers and Emily's lifestyle, but in those beats between seconds where everything is quiet, Lena dares to allow herself the fantasy of them. Settling down somewhere with Emily, building a family, watching kids grow, it's a wonderful fantasy. While she doesn't believe it's her fantasy to own, she does enjoy just being around kids. Fareeha was probably on the older side when Lena was brought onto the team, but that didn't stop Lena from adopting her as a younger sibling. Same with Brig, playing airplanes with the girl while her dad worked in the shop behind them. Something about kids enjoying life despite all the bad stuff going on around them makes her heart sing.
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lunawish · 2 months
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" ser wolfbluff — " the ranger smiles almost sheepishly. within her arms is a bounty of anything ranging from leather plates, to shields, to daggers, to gemstones. it weighs heavily on her. she can't move as nimbly as she would like ——karlach's left already, lae'zel is already on a hunt for a quartermaster.
bashfully, she darts her tongue out. there's always something about paladins in specific intimidates her. azelhart would never know why but she looks at @afraidofchange all the same. " could i borrow your arms — your strong arms for a minute? " / sc.
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unfogged-arc · 10 months
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@afraidofchange sent: Send 🚪 for our muses to get stuck in an elevator together ( for Moira and Ana? lmao )
After a begrudging lunch together, where Ana pointed out that Moira is not yet beyond human necessities such as nourishment, they decide to take the elevator back up to the lab. Ana is, of course, not letting Moira anywhere near her precious body, but Moira is working on something new and needs someone there in case things go wrong. "–– and that is the science behind how it works, Ana." Moira presses the button for the lab and the elevator moves for a few seconds before shuddering to a stop. "Not again," she mutters, mostly to herself, as she presses the button once more, along with the door open button. When nothing happens, and the light flickers, Moira lets out a long-suffering sigh. "Grand," Moira practically snarls, turning on Ana as if it's her fault. "Now my experiment will be ruined."
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scatcrccio · 1 year
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@afraidofchange (van) sent: [  SIX  ] :  “ did you really think i’d kiss you ? ” ( I'll yolo this one and say Van for fun but in the vibe of "haha... unless?" )
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THERE WAS NO WAY NATALIE WOULD EVER TRY to come between whatever was still clearly there between Van and Taissa, regardless of the fact that Tai was married to someone else; had a family. Or at least, that's what she always told herself. But then there was that brief moment of hesitation when Van suddenly leaned in closer, and Natalie distinctively pulls back with a questionable glance before realizing the redhead had simply been reaching for the napkins beside her. What surprised her was that split second where Nat almost accepted what she thought was going to be a kiss, their conversation had gotten rather deep and personal, so the assumption seemed only natural. But of course, that wasn't the case in this sense, and she was a little embarrassed by where her mind had wandered. ❝ No, of course not. ❞
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cartelheir · 5 months
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@afraidofchange : it's the only thing that saved my life. ( from Nikita )
she gets it now better than ever, miles away from her home and with no means of ever coming back. it's a similar feeling she'd felt as a teenager, the first time she had to leave mexico in search of shelter somewhere else ━━ except it feels even worse this time, more permanent. she wonders if this is how nikita felt leaving her home country as well.
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" i had a friend who used to say, " her throat tightens even at the thought of him, at the reminder of how much she'd lost prior to running away, " sometimes running is the bravest thing you can do. i think i agree with him. "
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mindsmade · 7 months
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@afraidofchange / meme:  volumes .   gaze  at  my  muse  in  a  way  that  silently  says  ‘i love you’ .
The moment couldn't be simpler. Therefore, the moment couldn't be better. They're each sat in their respective seats — Miranda behind her desk, and Aiden in the chair by the viewport, facing her. The run on the Collector ship lies just over a day behind them, and he can still feel the soreness strung across his body even though he hardly moves. Miranda herself looks like she might not feel any better. A particularly saturated bruise across the sharp cut of her jaw suggests at least as much.
But there's work to be done. There's always work to be done. So, he scrolls through the final draft of his report for the Council, which he typed up while silently basking in her presence over the past hour or so. Professionals through and through, they've each committed to their workloads from the moment they sat themselves down.
Well, professionals ... the code of conduct they each wilfully breached by buckling under their desire for each other might suggest otherwise.
He wouldn't take it back, though. Nothing of it — not the first grin he cast her way, nor the night they spent together, and just how they did. Last night, the sole night between what should've been a suicide run and today's comparatively sluggish day, left them only a tangle of limbs and sheets up in his quarters. It resulted in the best night's sleep he's had in years.
His wandering thoughts likewise compel his eyes wander. Miranda's magnetic pull on him manifests even now, in a rare moment spent idling.
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Aiden wouldn't call himself magnetic in any such way. He's got gravitas, he knows, but nothing alluring like Miranda does. Somehow, though, their eyes meet halfway — and despite the precedent they've set together, it still surprises him.
He holds her stare, but not in the unyielding, stony way he's used to employing with most others who look him in the eye. No, there's a tenderness here, an unspoken affection embedded in the slow blink of his eyes as a few seconds tick by.
He's tempted to get up and cross the distance, yet he doesn't. Instead, he does what she might expect of him: jerk his head away from her, beckoning her to come closer. The gesture's meant to say 'come here', without wasting any actual words.
'Come here. We've done enough for today.'
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crowshoots · 5 months
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I looked at some of my younger muses and picked Ashley (just for funsies!)
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She's a soldier though so please Do Not wave a loaded gun around!!!
omg she's still got bingo (two bingos!!!!!!!)!!! good for her!! i love that she didn't touch the bottom left corner at all LOL
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heartsdefine · 8 months
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anais starter call — accepting! ↳ @afraidofchange / rama
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        Anais suppresses a wince at the increasingly familiar sensation of the parasite squirming excitedly in her head, reaching out to another of its kind. She does not recall seeing the approaching woman on the Nautiloid, but there's no mistaking the connection between their minds—the Paladin carries an illithid tadpole of her own. Frowning, Anais crosses her arms over her chest, refusing to let her discomfort with others in her mind be made obvious. "You too, huh?" is all that she says.
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immobiliter · 5 months
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       “ We are guilty looking down on this. ” There was every chance that this, like so many other interactions within the top brass, would be like talking to a brick wall, but Bobbie had to try. “ And looking the other way is no better. ”
🎁 / @afraidofchange + alice shepard 37. to be brave, bryde
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