𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘴,

𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘶𝘹, ㅤ𝙥𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣 .

[betrayale]

ㅤ#  𝗯𝗲𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘆𝗮𝗹𝗲 .   a private & selective  sofie renard fatale  of  kill bill , explored at length by 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘦. headcanon heavy. multiple canon & au / crossover verses available, including ( but not limited to ) fallout, resident evil & cyberpunk 2077. plotting preferred, but not required.

ㅤa study in: the golden child prodigy. an eternal pursuit of perfection. the inability to escape a father's legacy. justice at the cost of morality. devotion bordering on worship. saving your own skin out of sheer cowardice, only to no longer feel as though you fit inside of it.

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[stabsilk]

if there is a light then i am going to swallow it. if there is a god then i’m going to make him cry. / by piri. dead dove. follows back from pennyawfuls.

[aratsaka]

mack grins as he feels her fingers thread through his hair, and he turns her head towards his and quickly pecks her lips. “ no, not particularly. not that bistro, though. ” he laughs, pulling back from her and heading back towards his living room. he flops down onto the couch and pats the spot beside him, reaching for his phone as soon as she’s beside him. “ i could probably do chinese. i’ve also been wanting to try that burger place too, if you don’t want to do anything too fancy. ” he scrolls around on his phone, then hands it to her and puts his arm around her shoulders.

mack quietly sighs, turning to look at sofie. “ i feel like i haven’t seen you at work in forever. i swear to god, it’s like abernathy knows i have a reason to like walking in that building and he decides i need to tail some millitech suit because he might lead us to a mole. emphasis on might. ” he shakes his head, leaning it against hers. “ i’m bored talking about me. what do they have you doing? ”

[betrayale]

ㅤhe detaches, she disrobes — her blazer, that is, and hangs it on a hook by the door. she undoes her ever so meticulous bun and shakes out her hair as tired legs carry her to the couch, where she takes the phone from mack and lazily scrolls through the brightly - colored delivery app, glazed eyes barely taking in the endless array of words and pictures flying by. eventually, she settles on the burger joint he'd mentioned — he seems more solemn than usual, playful and charming demeanor set on the backburner — and she thinks he could use a win, however small. with her choices on the order, she returns his phone.

ㅤ" nothing exciting, i'm afraid. another attempt at a defamation case. a few civil suits from angry residents. contract stipulations with suppliers... " she sighs, gently touches her forehead. there's been a dull ache lingering there for the last several hours, but the mere act of talking about her current workload has blown it into a full stress headache. she's been upping her anxiety regulators, higher doses to cope with her new day - to - day normal. careful of her slim - fitting skirt, she hoists her legs up onto the couch, curled slightly, and maneuvers herself closer to him, head tilted upwards against his shoulder to meet his gaze. " mm, but i do like hearing that you have a reason to come to work. i fear the place would be simply insufferable otherwise. "

[aratsaka]

he’d invited @betrayale over despite not wanting to do more than sit on his couch and maybe watch a movie. despite this, when she gets to his apartment, he does get up to greet her when she gets there. he hears the motion sensor ding, and mack pushes himself up from the couch with a groan. as he practically slides across the floor, he runs a hand over his hood-covered head and walks to the door. he pulls it open and grins, leaning down to plant a kiss on sofie’s cheek.

“ hey. come on in. ” mack says, closing the door behind her. “ i know i said to come over, but i’m not really feeling it tonight. wanna get some takeout or something? i can put a movie on. or a show, or something. ” he says, walking up behind her and resting his chin on top of her head as he shoves his hands into the pocket of his hoodie. “ still wanted to see you, though. i feel like abernathy knows i like you, so he’s got me doing grunt shit now. ”

[betrayale]

ㅤshe's had a trying day, and it shows despite her best efforts. the usual poise with which she carries herself is faltering at best, a certain droop to her shoulders beneath the weight that arasaka's been endlessly hoisting upon them. her heels are the first article of clothing to go, set neatly aside the front door, and the terrible ache in her feet lessens considerably.

ㅤ" that's... quite a relief, actually. i very nearly fell asleep on the ride here. " she turns, cranes her neck to look up at him. hands rise to slowly pull the hood from his head, fingertips gently brushing stray strands of hair away from his face — she wants to see him, too. " did you have a preference for food? anything but that horrid bistro from last week ; i've never tasted anything so terribly bland. "

[orangeascot]

i’d just like to state that i’m much more likely to reply faster to threads with people that i speak with ooc. this isn’t because i don’t want to write with you, or because i don’t like our threads as much. it’s just that talking to people on a regular basis gives me a lot of inspiration, especially if we’ve been discussing our characters’ relationship, or other potential plotlines. so if you’re wondering where your thread is, i can promise i’m not ignoring you. i just want you to understand how my creative process works most of the time. 

[betrayale]

ㅤdays turn into weeks, weeks into months. and still, she is no closer to regaining her memories. the people of diamond city have been kind enough to provide some makeshift housing, deeming her polite and harmless enough not to cause any undue trouble. she's on her way to see if any wandering merchants have stopped by for the day, when a shocking sight stops her in her tracks, draws her to the meal counter in the center of town instead.

ㅤin the midst of all her confusion, her feelings of being hopelessly lost, the one image she couldn't shake is now seated before her. the one face cemented in her memory, here at last.

ㅤ" it— it's you. " words are breathless, spoken in near - reverence. dark eyes widen with awe, hands suspended between them — reaching, hesitating, uncertain as to whether her instinctive draw to touch the woman before her is the right move. " i know you. at least... i think i do. i've looked for you for so long. " her eyes, her freckles... there's no mistaking her. if only sofie knew who she was.

@ozymandeian

[f1sts]

𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌 𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐃 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 [ ... ] the moment your shackles are secured onto the table, you test their integrity by yanking back hard until metal bites into your weathered wrists. ( less with the intention of actually trying to tear your way to freedom, more out of instinct ) like a muzzled dog shaking it's head. you think that if you could pace, whatever this was might've been a hell of a lot easier. feeling trapped only roughens you around the edges. makes you grit your teeth; fixating on the middle distance or on your lap as though you couldn't be less interested if you tried ────

❛ ────it's just vi, ❜ is murmured curtly, faithless even before the conversation even gets going. your only defense was sinking as far back into the little plastic chair as you could and spreading your knees .. rolling your head around on your neck until you get that satisfying crack! ❛ ... nobody living calls me violet. ❜

a breath gusts out of inmate five-one-six's nose, ❛ hm. dunno if you've had a chance to look around, sofie, but uh.. let's just say chats around here don't usually involve a lot of actual talking. ❜ beneath the punctuating arch of a brow, vi's tongue flicks along the freshest cut on her lip. ( feeling the roughness of the scab, ) .. ( tasting old blood. )

❛ 'our goal', huh? enlighten me. not like i got much else going on aside from my time in the yard at six. .. i try not t'miss that. ❜

[betrayale]

ㅤif she takes any offense to vi's attitude, it certainly doesn't show. in fact, very little seems to show on her face at all, its austere beauty offset by soft, dark eyes. there is so very little of her mother in her, and yet, so much. i am my father's daughter. she sits forward in her chair, hands folded atop the table.

ㅤ" i realize your stay in tokyo — preceding your incarceration, that is — was a brief, but i'm almost assuredly certain that reputation travels quickly behind bars. that being said, i represent the interests of o-ren ishii. and at current, her interest lies in you. more specifically, your skills. "

ㅤhere, she opens a manilla folder and slides it across to vi, its neatly organized contents detailing the terms of agreement for legal counsel.

ㅤ" your options are as follows. allow me to represent you in a retrial, have your sentence overturned and record expunged, and accept her employment offer... or stay here until your sentence is served. " her eyes never leave vi's face, staring calmly and confidently ; somehow, her already immaculate posture straightens even further, lean frame bristling with something like pride. " i do so dislike returning to my mistress with unpleasant or unexpected news, so please, take a moment to ensure you make the right decision. "

[betrayale]

"dere" tropes

repost and  bold  those which apply to your muse.   italicize  what somewhat / sometimes applies.

deredere.

lovestruck  /  cutesy  /  lovey-dovey  /  affectionate  /  doting  /  clingy  /  wholehearted  /  romantic  /  childish  /  self-indulgent /  dependent  /  trusting  /  sincere  /  honest  /  heart on their sleeve  /  cheerful  /  warm  /  caring  /  loyal  /  easy going  /  feminine  /  sweet  tooth  /  innocent

tsundere.

dishonest  /  aloof  /  conceited  /  prideful  /  hostile  /  self-denying  /  arrogant  /  irritable  /  harsh  /  temperamental  /  rude  /  hypocritical  /  mean  /  impatient  /  insensitive  /  dramatic  /  bittersweet  /  pessimistic  /  jealous  /  passionate  /  tough love  /  stubborn  /    secret soft side

kuudere.

cool  /  cold  /  calm  /  collected  /  expressionless  /  unemotional  /  mature  /  independent  /  distant  /  quiet  /  stoic  /  reserved  /  rigid  /  blunt  /  asocial  /  unenthusiastic  /  indifferent  /  lonely  /  introverted  /  serious  /  hidden depths  /  yearning  /  sharp tongued  /  wise

yandere.

devoted  /  overprotective  /  possessive  /  obsessive  /  emotionally  unstable  /  paranoid  /  selfish  /  controlling  /  manipulative  /  deceptive  /  extreme  /  violent  /  murderous  /  aggressive  /  vengeful  /  unhinged  /  intense  /  resentful  /  lovesick  /  sadistic  /  traumatized  /  poor mental state  / emotional outbursts

dandere.

silent  /  shy  /  timid  /  soft-spoken  /  gentle  /  vulnerable  /  submissive  /  easily flustered  /  bookworm  /  wallflower  /  isolated  /  socially awkward  /  low self-esteem  /  kind  /  passive  /  self  deprecating  /  nurturing  /  patient  /  fragile  /  tender hearted  /  pining for more  /  speaks when spoken to  /  sensitive  /  social  outcast

himedere.

noble  /  high-class  /  ladylike  /  elegant  /  dignified  /  well-mannered  /  proper  /  haughty  /  spoiled  /  pampered  /  demanding  /  attention-seeking  /  snobbish  /  pretentious  /  greedy  /  passive-aggressive  /  immature  /  bossy  /  narcissistic  /  shallow  /  materialistic  /  sense of superiority  /  flirtatious  /  confident

tagged by. @anthologicals xoxo mwah tagging. you, reading this.

[bleedingspiral]

let’s kiss with mouthfuls of blood to deepen our bond

[elysiums]

character edits & dynamics

➥ SOFIE FATALE

ㅤㅤ" yes, it's me. yes. yes. and if you give us a contact number, we will get back to you. "

[betrayale]

“… be not afeard,” a hand outstretched, calm & delicate; touching palm to her cheek with a softness that betrayed her true nature. “—I long only for a kiss, a sort of sweet farewell should you deem it so.” it’s with staggering care that the hand sitting atop their jaw drew her closer, Victoria inching forward to greet her lips with a kiss. it’s warm, soft in the way they indulge themselves… but all too brief. Victoria pulled away after a moment, blood red gaze fixated on the other’s. / hi hello crazy that this is our first interaction but we’re gonna call it the pride month ice breaker HDDJDJDJDJ

ㅤshe's not been in london for very long, having narrowly escaped the war - torn streets of paris by hitching ride after ride, hidden away amongst cargo to clear border checkpoints. each day that passed, safely shrouded in shadows, left her weaker and weaker. nightfall greets her arrival in london, finds her terribly lost on cobblestone streets beneath billowing smokestacks and enormous brick buildings that seem to stretch forever. uncertain footfalls carry her through alleyways, over a bridge. her vision swims, body wracked with tremors, until she collapses fully.

when next she wakes, she's in some sort of hospital, propped up in an uncomfortable bed. a quick glimpse of herself in the mirror is shocking — sickly, gaunt, terribly pale. it's no wonder they'd brought her here. but what could english doctors possibly diagnose where those in france failed for so many years? she's so tired. so hungry...

ㅤa hand on her cheek wakes her again ( when had she fallen asleep? ) and she can only groggily stare up at the woman leaning over her bed, note the labcoat that adorns her shapely features. soft, ragged breaths permeate the brief silence between the doctor's words, and before sofie's able to speak, she's drawn into a kiss, lips parting almost instinctively in encouragement.

ㅤbut just as suddenly as it began, it's over, and she can only give several bleary blinks in response. her mind is spinning with questions, the least of which is who this woman is and why she's kissing patients, but what slowly and wearily comes out of her mouth is, instead, " what— what do you mean, a farewell? "

@devoreve

[betrayale]

ㅤ" good morning. thank you for agreeing to meet with me. " she assumes there was an agreement, at least, and the girl slouched before her wasn't forced into this room against her will. " violet, yes? my name is sofie ; it's a pleasure to finally meet you. i've looked over your case at length. "

ㅤit'll be an uphill fight, but she's helped plenty of young men and women who've been — to her discerning eyes — wrongfully incarcerated. " i'm not sure if you've been informed as to why i'm here. have they... spoken to you at all about our goal? " not my goal. our goal. she wants to make it apparent that, from here on out, they're in this together... should violet accept her help, of course.

@f1sts

[betrayale]

ㅤshe almost looks like a porcelain doll, standing there so pristinely in her calf - length skirt and dress shoes, the very definition of prim and proper. the sleeves of her blouse are folded neatly up to her elbows, hands clasped before her. they've only just met, she and bernard — but his friends, bill had said, call him budd — but she can tell the family resemblance is close to none.

ㅤhe lacks the inherent sophistication and charm that practically oozes from his brother, but neither does he have the same cold emptiness behind his eyes. she has witnessed it firsthand, at the party when she'd expressed her desire for a guest's punishment, and again when she came to him, distraught and close to tears, and all but begged for his help in exacting the justice for her parents that she so spectacularly failed to administer.

@anthologicals : i don't wanna see you do anything you'll be sorry for.

ㅤ" i appreciate your concern, monsieur, " she says quietly, timid gaze still lowered in some despondent resignation towards the floor. her accent is thick, syrupy, unmistakably french. she's barely more than a child, in comparison to his already world - weathered age and experience. a silver spoon in her hand ; in his, a sharpened knife, both equally bloodied. " but i would not have sought out your brother's services if i believed i had any other choice. "

[betrayale]

ㅤthe room's a mess of blood and innards, viscera painted on every wall. they'd been after this particular band of raiders for several weeks, trying to discern how best to deal with them, at danika's request. sofie doesn't know the specific details of why her companion wants them dead — danika did not offer, and out of respect, sofie did not ask — but she'd be remiss not to notice the glint of embers behind the other woman's eyes at the mere mention of these men. which is why she was shocked to find their makeshift camp empty that morning, danika nowhere to be seen. the bandit hideout had been her last resort, chest seized with anxiety over whether she'd arrive and find her companion maimed or dead... but upon finding the door open and inching her way inside, she was met with a downright massacre — and, standing in the middle of it all, was danika.

@anthologicals : i know how this sounds, but i didn't kill them.

ㅤ" no... no, i'm quite certain you didn't. " slender fingers idly touch a spray of bullet holes along the wall ; she notes their frequency and pattern, the rapid - fire rate at which they struck. a minigun. capable and strong as danika believed herself to be, given her size, she could no more wield a weapon of that size and caliber than a feral ghoul could effectively utilize a basic pencil. even with what little time she's spent in the wastes ( and how little of her memory she has to guide her ) she's only aware of one creature able to shoot a minigun with any kind of accuracy.

ㅤ" though i think we oughtn't stick around for the ones responsible to return. "

[betrayale]

she's so beautiful she genuinely makes me ill

[too-many-blorbos]

Soulmates as a horror concept.

You WILL love this person. It doesn't matter who you loved before; any feelings you had, any promises you made, they will become inconsequential as soon as you lock eyes with the stranger Fate has picked for you.

There's no way to stop it.

There's no way to say "no."

You will meet someone and with a single glance, both of you will become someone new, someone who's now bound to this stranger whether you like it or not, want it or not.

Trapped in a dance together until the day you die.

[betrayale]

@priceforeverything / nikolai is sitting at the bar, but his drink has been untouched. instead he just watches sofie with large, unblinking eyes.

she's no stranger to being watched by odd men in bars, but this particular one seems... different. his gaze, pale and unrelenting, grips her body with a thousand ice - cold hands. uneasy, she affords him one more wary glance before placing several caps atop the table as payment and quickly excusing herself from the establishment, the warm night air of diamond city a welcome reprieve from the chills that had claimed her.