𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘴.

... ㅤ𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐢 𝐚𝐦 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 , 𝙬𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙙ㅤ 𝙞𝙣ㅤ 𝙙𝙤𝙪𝙗𝙩 .

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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 & the hunger games. 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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[betrayale]

what's your attachment style?

completely in the middle between relaxed and on edge, 41.7% avoidant.

ㅤindividuals in [the relaxed] quadrant often take a dim view of others, preferring to keep their distance and guard against invasions of their autonomy and privacy. relaxed - avoidant personalities tend to have a strong belief that others are too different from them for truly intimate relations to be worthwhile. they may have a spouse and family, and even be solidly anchored in a stable network of friends and acquaintances, but [ ... ] dismissive personalities tend to be quite content keeping their deepest feelings and views to themselves. consequently, many dismissive types are often quite good at dissimulating, that is,  appearing to share their innermost thoughts, while in reality, they are simply appeasing others without ever letting them come close.

ㅤthese individuals can typically achieve remarkable feats of social manipulation and self - restraint, but on the downside, they may have trouble kicking bad habits (such as drinking or smoking) which they can enjoy in solitude and use to comfort themselves, independently of the company of others.

ㅤindividuals in [the mistrustful] quadrant share the dismissive type's misgivings about others, but have not developed the armor of coolness and self-sufficiency that allows dismissive types to live without attachment and bonding. consequently, mistrustful types recognize in themselves a need for intimacy and close relations with others, but [ ... ] because of their simultaneous need for and mistrust of intimacy, mistrusting types have had to spend their lives learning how to skillfully handle other people; continually maneuvering so as to keep others close and available, yet at the same time out of control and powerless to harm them.

ㅤindividuals of this type are often high - achieving and competent adults, but on the inside, they tend to suffer from periodic bouts of low self-esteem and be plagued by a sense of hollowness at their core. mistrusting individuals are frequently very good at finding legitimate fault with others and sniffing out their weaknesses as a way of protecting themselves against being disappointed by others, but on the downside, this hypervigilance also tends to lead to skepticism and overly paranoid tendencies.

tagged by. @dimitresca mmmwah xoxo tagging. you, reading this.

[betrayale]

SHE GOT HER OWN CHARACTER CARD

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anyway uh. tag drop.

[maladaptiveangelx]

bite marks are love notes written in flesh.

[aforlorngazeintoyesterday-deact]

doomed by the narrative but not to death. doomed to survive. doomed to stay alive inside the story. doomed to never escape the narrative, not even through death. you are allowed no exit. there is no way out for you and there never was. you couldn’t die if you wanted to. the narrative has a hold on you and it won’t let go. death is too sweet a doom for you. the story has something much worse in mind. there is no way out.

[betrayale]

shuffle your (liked) playlist and post the first 10 songs.

one. evolution — nothing but thieves. two. whisper of a dream — holding absence. three. kingslayer — bring me the horizon, babymetal. four. (how do i) make the devil fall asleep — hot milk. five. everything burns — tom morello, beartooth. six. hunger pangs — destroy rebuild until god shows. seven. it's alive — chromera. eight. don't ever leave me — faouzia. nine. if it doesn't hurt — nothing more. ten. hurt — dead poet society, the warning.

[betrayale]

clea would like some words with beatrix :) words and maybe some lite death maybe :) nothing major :)

would she settle for some cuddling and smooching and comfort ... she doesn't need to go after bea and get hurt too ............

[elysiums]

sof being a prey animal ( ft. beatrix who is oh so well hidden )

[mythshire]

give me a bodyguard plot where “stay behind me” gradually becomes “stay with me.”

[betrayale]

heavy boots thud like a slow drum beat over the hardwood floor as benedict crosses over the length of the cafe. she'd caught his eye , sitting there in the corner , like something of a pretty bird perched to gaze at the passerby. unfortunately for her , benny was a hunter & he really liked the idea of putting birds in cages. two more strides & then , with a smile as sharp as the ritual knife in his back pocket , he turns abyssal gaze down to her. like rolling thunder , he speaks. " well hey there darlin'. what're you doin' over here all by your lonesome? "

ㅤ she's not been in america long, her parents only having passed several months prior. she's seen countless doctors, talked to various specialists, and every time she thought she was making strides towards improvement, she'd catch people staring on the street and talking amongst themselves, or be approached in the corner store with varying attitudes, and it would send her stumbling back. no, france was no longer an option. her safe haven was gone.

ㅤand so she'd taken what was left of her family's money and fled to america, checked herself into a facility to try and work through this trauma that hung above her head like a freshly sharpened blade. she could come and go as she pleased during the daytime, and had begun frequenting shops and bistros to pass the hours, try to acclimate herself to being around people and crowds. she doesn't count on being approached, and her reaction is nothing short of anxious shock.

ㅤ " oh. ehh ... " she falters, gives a quick glance around the cafe as though someone could possibly help her. finally, she affords the man another glance before averting her gaze once more, clearly nervous. " i- i apologize, i do not ... speak much english, yet. may i ... help you? "

[betrayale]

HOW DOES YOUR MUSE HANDLE EMOTIONS?     BOLD WHAT OFTEN APPLIES.      ITALICIZE WHAT SOMETIMES APPLIES. 

ANGER.      jaw clenching,       hands balling into fists,       teeth grinding,       yelling,       going nonverbal,       stuttering speech,      rushed speech,      slow concise speech,       rambling,      quiet,       arms crossing,       shaking head,       tearing up,       animated,      expressionless,       projects,     internalizes,       vents,       withdraws,       passive aggressive,       direct,       physical outbursts,       verbal outbursts. 

JOY.       easy smiles,       fighting back grins,       suppressed laughter,       loud laughter,       giggles,       chuckling,       smirks,       whole body laughs,       covers mouth when laughing,       throws head back when laughing,       slaps leg,       touches people around them when laughing,       looks down when laughing,       looks for eye contact when laughing,       sparkling eyes,       bubbly happiness,       quiet subtle happiness,      obnoxious happiness,       wants to spread joy,       quietly savors joy. 

SADNESS / CRYING.       bottling it up,       seeks distractions,       wallows,       meditates & processes,       avoidance,       seeks out comfort,       withdraws,       talks it out,       internalizes it,       sad smiles,       depression naps,       uses alcohol,       uses drugs,       seeks out sources of joy,       fidgets with sentimental item,       sits in silence,       broods,       gets moody,       wants someone to share the misery,       tries to hide negative emotions,       nurtures others to make themselves feel better. 

EMBARRASSMENT.       shame,       blushing,       looking away,       rubbing at back of head,       covering face,       laughing nervously,       laughs it off,       overthinks,       lets it go,       self-deprecating humor,       deflects,       gets irritated,       smiles,       withdraws,       crossing arms over stomach,       crossing arms over chest,       hands in pockets,       shoulders sinking,       shrugs,       falling into silence until comfortable again,       talking a lot to compensate. 

GUILT.       avoiding eye contact,       shoulders sinking low,       head hanging down,       crying,       chest aches,       lashes out,       internalizes,       apologizes,       deflects,      communicates,       withdraws,       grand gestures for forgiveness,       accepts fault easily,       punishes themselves,       martyrdom,       victim complex,       over-active guilt complex,       healthy conscience,       internalizes even after forgiveness,       seeking redemption,       moves on easily,       denial,       lack of guilt/conscience,       sorry they got caught more than caused harm,       can’t handle knowing they hurt others. 

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[studiodrafts]

it   seems   as   though   the   fawn   has   claws   after   all.   for all their shared glances   &   the way the half - elf's cheeks darken any time the sorceress draws near   ,   clea never imagined she'd receive such a biting response from her. if it's meant to deter   ,   then sofie has failed beautifully   ,   for the mistress unfortunately   thrives   on difficulties   &   challenges when presented to her.   clea always plays to win   ,   &   she'll do all she can to ensure she gets what   ,   or   who   ,   she wants.   even as sofie turns from her   ,   she can't help but chuckle lightly in amusement.   such a childish reaction would normally bore her   ━━   force her to move on to a whole other target   ,   but something about the half   -   elf truly   entices   her.   entrances her like nothing else.   it's annoying   ,   admittedly   ,   but a feeling that clea doesn't try to ignore.   such feelings are ill timed during their current predicament   ,   but it is the unfortunate truth that she   ,   in all her power   ,   is still human deep down.   as cold as she tries to appear   ,   it seems as though sofie has managed to catch the attention of the lingering bit of warmth that still beats in her chest. that's no easy feat ━━ many suitors have tried & failed miserable attempting to do so.

approaching from behind   ,   clea wastes no time in beginning her attack.   hands that weave dark spells move to begin a soft caress through sofie's hair   ,   knowing how daring the move is when she is as frustrated as she appeared to be.   a smile is growing as she hovers in close   ,   the two of them alone for the first time since their journey began.   ❝   sofie . . . are you truly upset about what alfira said to me   ?   ❞   a soft chuckle leaves the sorceress' lips as she leans into the half - elf's ear   ,    her hands now resting on either side of her shoulders.   ❝   i was speaking in jest when i told you what she wanted.   i cannot control what others desire of me.   ❞   clea's words are biting   ,   no doubt luring the half   -   elf into further argument   ,   perhaps curious to see more of that fire that flickered ever so briefly moments ago.   ❝   though admittedly   ,   i am a tad bit disappointed. i had hoped the casual mention might have instilled something in you.   a drive to action perhaps   ,   but clearly i was mistaken in my hypothesis.   ❞   clea sighs   ,   biting her lip   ,   her tone taking on a sweeter tone usually reserved only for the woman before her.   ❝   i thought we had a shared admiration   ,   little   fawn   ,   but instead you choose to pout   &   run away.   that's fine , if that's what you wish.   i can sleep soundly if this is meant to be confirmation that nothing is growing between us both. ❞

[betrayale]

ㅤ " jest or not, i do not appreciate being made to feel foolish. " her voice wavers only slightly in its expression of distaste and discontent. jokes and teases have never been one of her strong points, far too literal a brain to fully grasp when someone's being insincere for the sake of a laugh, and far too sensitive a heart to grasp why they would do so in the first place. the ire in her words does not, however, match the expression on her currently flushed face — clea's breath against the knife - tip of her ear makes her shudder, skin tingling despite her fervent attempts to ignore it. " surely you've learned as much by now, if you truly admire me as you claim. " still pouting, she fiddles with the fabric of her shirt nervously, her earlier fire now reduced to smoldering embers, the anger on her face softened to something more somber.

ㅤshe has never been in love before. no ... that's not what this is. is it? whatever this unbearable, undeniable, undefinable attraction is, it is wholly new to her, and unfamiliar things and sofie renard do not mix, the uncertainty of it all only causing her more and more anxiety. finally, she slowly turns to look up at clea from where she's seated on the fallen log ; even through the canopy above, the moon manages to glint off her large, dark eyes, their focus solely on the woman before her. the silence that settles in between them is thick and heavy, and broken only once she musters the courage to speak. " is the concept truly so easy for you? sleeping soundly, after such a disappointment ... i couldn't bear to show my face at camp again. " her voice shakes, marked by brutal honesty and vulnerability. " i don't— i don't understand what i feel. what i feel ... for you. but the idea of garnering your interest one day, only for you to choose someone else the next ... i cannot bear it. i will not. and if that is your intention ... please, tell me now so that i may endure this pain now rather than later. "

[betrayale]

sof and who

[betrayale]

ㅤsometimes it feels as though she's holding herself together with string. she's aware that she's uptight, has been told on more than one occasion by more than one viper. an instrument, wound tightly and pulled in every direction until she was certain she'd snap from the stress, the pressure. only her strings were more like sutures, desperately ( and sometimes, futilely ) holding closed wounds that stubbornly keep re - opening. but o-ren is there to help her along and pull the stitches tight, a soothing tourniquet to staunch the bleeding.

ㅤlately, however, the additional stress of the 88's newest member — the young and impulsive gogo — has been causing her to lose sleep. she's witnessed firsthand the carnage this girl is capable of, the ease and nonchalance ( even glee? ) with which she claims lives. it is not reflective of how o-ren runs her empire, and should it prove a liability to her mistress' safety, neither is it something sofie can abide.

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

ㅤshe stands now at the scene in question, wide, dark eyes taking in the lifeless, bloodied bodies before her, strewn across the room in a mess of blood and intestines. the back of one slender hand quickly rises to her mouth as her stomach lurches in protest, eyelashes fluttering. she has no desire to open her eyes again, yet she knows she must. with a deep breath, she studies the bodies, the way each of them fell, the blood staining gogo's perfect white sneakers.

ㅤdoes she believe gogo's innocence? not necessarily. but it's not a question of whether or not she believes it ; her clients expect a fair trial and stalwart representation, and she can't offer that if she's doubting them at every turn. " i see, " she finally says, trying to wrangle some semblance of control of the slight waver in her tone. " has anyone seen you here? were there any witnesses? you'll need to dispose of those shoes ... an incinerator, perhaps ... "

ㅤher mind's already taken off at breakneck speed, wheels turning tirelessly to figure out how they could spin this in their favor, if the need arose.

[cannibalings]

have you reopened the wound? will you reopen the wound? when will you reopen the wound?

[betrayale]

ㅤ her stomach's twisting with such ill - content that she fears she might be sick. a particularly cruel comment from clea — an invitation she'd received to join one of their companions' bedrolls — had caught an already emotionally vulnerable sofie off guard. if clea's intention was a joke, it missed its mark entirely. if her intention was to wound, the delivery was nothing short of fatal. without a word, sofie had run off when there were no prying eyes to witness her departure and stumbled along through the woods, nauseated and distressed. why on earth had she ever thought she'd garner the interest of someone like clea? how could someone who prides themselves on their intelligence possibly be so stupid?

ㅤshe's seated on a fallen tree, trying to catch her breath and settle the nervous rocking that often soothes her, when a branch snaps behind her and sends a jolt of panic through her chest ... only, upon whirling around, it's just clea, looking nonchalant as ever.

@studiodrafts : you really shouldn't be out on a night like this.

ㅤ petty as it may be, she pointedly turns from the other girl, lean shoulders elevated almost defensively — as though she may somehow preemptively protect herself from yet another round of clea's tactless teasing, playful jabs taken too far. the cold night air nips at the upturn of her slender nose, arms folding around her midriff in what could be perceived as an uncharacteristic display of stubbornness ... in reality, she's just cold. eventually, the silence proves too much for her to bear ( too deeply steeped in courtly manners, she finds her lack of reply terribly impolite ) and gives a small huff of resignation.

ㅤ " what concern is it of yours? haven't you an eager companion to attend to? i'd hate for you to keep them waiting. "