[decoratedofficer]

ADDRESS ME WITH RESPECT, OR KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT.

DECORATEDOFFICER ──── an independent and selective CAITLYN KIRAMMAN from fortiche's and riot games' ARCANE. combining limited LEAGUE OF LEGENDS canon with show canon and headcanon influence. penned by lexi ( she/her, latina, 30, usa. )

GUIDELINES. PROMPTS. HEADCANONS. ENFORCING THE LAW WITH ... afterdecay + blogroll / museanthology + blogroll / traqidies / frostwoven BLOGROLL ... stolenfates / hexfist / win0rdie ICON BORDER ... @rysingdawn

[frostwoven]

Vi  had  woken  to  Caitlyn's  restless  sleeping  ,  she  had  always  been  a  light  sleeper  when  she  wasn't  intoxicated  ,  but  since  everything  had  happened  she  was  working  on  that  ,  for  herself  and  for  Caitlyn.  She  needed  to  be  better  for  the  both  of  them  ,  drinking  wouldn't  help  ,  there  was  nothing  that  could  dull  the  ache  of  the  past  now.

Groans  of  pain  and  fear  coming  from  the  other  woman  alerted  her  ,  propped  up  on  an  elbow  at  first  Vi  watches  over  her  ,  Caitlyn  still  sleeping  but  clearly  fighting  against  something.  She  knows  not  to  try  and  wake  her  ,  not  to  touch  her  when  she's  as  unsettled  as  this  ,  but  when  the  other  suddenly  bolts  upright  ,  it's  only  instinctual  to  wrap  an  arm  around  her. 

That  lasted  for  all  of  five  seconds.  Expected  but  still  a  little  tender  to  experience.

❝  It's  alright  Cait  ❞ Vi  tries  to  reasure  her  ,  watching  as  Caitlyn  gathers  her  bearings  ,  scanning  the  room  for  danger  when  there  is  nothing  to  be  found.  Vi  doesn't  immediately  close  the  space  ,  she  allows  Caitlyn  to  pull  away  ,  to  curl  in  for  just  a  moment.  ❝  you  don't  need  to  apologise  ❞. 

She  keeps  her  movements  slow  ,  controlled  ,  no  jumping  out  of  the  bed  in  a  rush.  Just  slow  and  simple  ,  standing  and  walking  around  to  the  other  side. 

Vi  crouches  at  Caitlyn's  feet  ,  reaching  for  the  glass  of  water  on  the  nightstand  before  offering  it  to  the  frightened  woman.  ❝  sip  it  slowly  ❞.

[decoratedofficer]

SHE  STRUGGLES  TO  RECALL  A  TIME  WHERE  SLEEP  CAME SOUNDLY. Though she had spent the majority of her twenty-four years on this earth in relative peace, sleep coming easy and rarely interrupted, the knowledge that she will forever be plagued by night terrors and insomnia makes its home at the back of her mind, digs out a pit in her stomach. The nightmares had begun following her kidnapping and the death of her mother, her insomnia worsening after her parting with Vi in those sewers, both coming to a head after the war, after she'd awoke to a broken body and a missing best friend.

But then there was Vi  —  a light in the darkness, despite Caitlyn's actions, always at her side, always treating her with a kindness she no longer deserved. Even now, with her sleep interrupted, Vi carefully peels herself from the comforts of a soft mattress and warm sheets, bare feet padding along cool marble flooring. A pang of guilt is felt within Caitlyn's chest  —  her girlfriend's sleeping habits weren't much better than her own. Sleep didn't come easily to either of them, and Caitlyn feels terrible whenever her nightmares and insomnia stir Vi from an otherwise peaceful sleep  …

Her girlfriend kneels before her, a glass of water held out in offering, and Caitlyn takes it with shaking hands, ashamed. She does as Vi suggests  —  takes small, slow sips. The water is still cold, the ice cubes having melted in the night, and serves as a welcome shock to her system. It helps to ground her, helps to tear her from her thoughts, from her fears, from her guilt. And when she finishes drinking, she stretches to place the glass back upon the bedside table, only to bury her face in her hands, hunched forward with her elbows resting atop her knees.

“  I can't  …  I can't rid myself of the sound of that damned gun firing behind me  …  of the warmth of my blood dripping down my face. I—  ”  Should have died that day, she wants to say, though she cannot bring herself to utter such words. Not to the woman who has lost everything  …  “  I apologize,  ”  Caitlyn utters, barely above a whisper. She lifts her head from her hands, her sole working eye seeking out the comfort of Vi's presence.  “  I didn't mean to wake you. You should go back to sleep.  ”

[decoratedofficer]

A WILD CAITLYN HAS APPEARED! DO YOU ...

Punch

Awkward hug

Marry

Kiss on the cheek

[decoratedofficer]

it is not like me to be the bearer of bad tidings. / cassandra

meme that i can't find??? ... @afterdecay

CASSANDRA KIRAMMAN OUGHT TO BE WHO CAITLYN aspires to be — a venerated councilwoman, a successful businesswoman, the leader of their house ... Cassandra has brought her daughter up with the proper knowledge and training, grooming her to inherit both her seat on Piltover's council, and their family legacy. Yet another portrait to hang upon the wall of a study that will someday become hers. Yet an endless number of hands she will someday shake in lieu of her mother. Yet a countless number of speeches she will someday give to Piltover's elite, despite her words never quite being on par with Cassandra's silver tongue.

Caitlyn wants none of it; instead, she aspires to bring about change to their growing city. To mend the rifts between Piltover and Zaun. To sniff out corruption within Piltover's Police Force and that of the city's wealthiest families. She aspires to join the Enforcers and climb the ranks, to do opposite what her mother plans for her. ( An act of rebellion, in a way, but she'd always been something of a misfit within her family and amongst her peers. )

“ Hardly bad tidings for you, though, isn't it? ” Caitlyn sneers, arms folded tightly across her chest. It wasn't above her mother to pull rank and prevent her daughter from applying to the academy. She'd only hoped against hope that her mother wouldn't stoop so low. “ Does it make you happy, throwing your weight around to stop me from doing as I please? Why can't you and Father just accept that this is what I want in life? Why must Jayce be the only one in my corner, and not my own parents? ”

[decoratedofficer]

“Stay here a little longer. Just like this.”

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 ... @frostwoven. (vi)

THIS IS UTTERLY UNLIKE HER. LAZING ABOUT IN BED BESIDE ANOTHER WOMAN, content to simply exist after engaging in such carnal pleasures. Not a player by any means, but Caitlyn has garnered a sort of … reputation amongst Piltover’s most eligible bachelorettes. Relationships had never been high upon her list of priorities — always high on her mother’s list of priorities for her, however. Never mind that hailing from one of Piltover’s richest founding families often made dating a nightmare, what with women interested in her for all the wrong reasons. She’d settled simply for pleasures of the flesh, dating women simply to appease her mother, and bedding them simply to appease her own needs. Granted, her body count, so to speak, was rather low, as her ambitions often took priority in her life. Still … it did not stop rumors from flying, did not stop them from reaching her mother’s ears, and certainly did not make finding a willing partner any easier.

Then came Vi, tumbling into her life like a wrecking ball. A woman from Zaun, hardened by life’s trials and the concrete walls of a cell within Stillwater, so unlike any girl she’d ever met before. Falling for her had been as natural as breathing, but nevertheless terrifying. Caitlyn had never felt such a thing for another person, before. Had always been content with engaging with no strings attached. It made life … easier. No need for another to occupy her thoughts as she poured over case files, no need to worry about their schedules aligning in order to spend time together, no need, no need, no need … Things hadn’t been easy between them, and perhaps that had served to intensify the appeal to Caitlyn.

They’d been through much … most of it Caitlyn’s own doing, pushing Vi away in anger, consumed by her own bloodlust. Yet, here they were, lying in Caitlyn’s bed, tangled sheets and tangled limbs, as though a brewing war wasn’t knocking on their door. They need to ready themselves for the day ahead — meetings with Jayce and Mel to discuss their plans, Caitlyn rallying the enforcers still loyal to her, even after her more … questionable acts.

But it’s hard to care about duties when the woman who’d captured her heart holds her face in her hands and looks to her like she is the most precious thing in the world.

Caitlyn lifts her head from Vi’s chest, leaning into the calloused palm that cups her cheek so tenderly. It’s the first time Caitlyn has spent the night with another in her own bed, always preferring to take women to one of several guest rooms within the manor. After all, sharing such an intimate space with another was a sacred thing … and Caitlyn cannot imagine sharing such a thing with someone other than Vi. ( And bringing her here, touching her in ways that elicit such beautiful sounds from her lips, after what had occurred in that cell in the bunker … )

She leans in, lips brushing Vi’s jawline. She travels up, trailing soft kisses along her cheek, lingering against her tattoo. “ I’d love nothing more, ” she whispers. It’s meant to brush aside Vi’s request, meant to segue into them rising from bed and readying themselves for the day … but Caitlyn’s lips find Vi’s, capturing them in a slow, sensual kiss. She shifts in her arms, slinging a leg over Vi’s hips and crawling on top of her. Skilled hands roam the other woman’s body, exploring every inch she had the night prior, committing every scar, every freckle, every stroke of ink to memory.

War brews beyond Piltover’s borders, and Caitlyn would be damned if she faced death without the memory of Vi etched into the walls of her heart.

[jinxcdd]

@decoratedofficer wants to play x

"You got somethin' on your face..."

[decoratedofficer]

“ I pray this is not some sort of stupid quip about my eyepatch ... ”

[decoratedofficer]

hmm...

[decoratedofficer]

what does your love taste like?

figs.

sweet, sticky, they have a earthy, honey like flavor. figs were cleopatra's favorite fruit. she ordered that the snake she intended to end her life with, be brought to her hidden in a basket of figs. an ancient fruit that has always fascinated painters, poets and storytellers. yours too is a love that should belong to books and paintings. your love is steady, the people you love know how deep your feelings are because you always remember them how much you love and desire them, and that you will always be there. maybe not with words, expressing your feelings might not be easy for you. it's your actions and attentions that let them know, because they feel seen and heard. figs are lucious, sensual fruits. you're a passionate lover, you crave warmth and touch. you do not fall in love easily, maybe you used to when you were younger but you have now learned better. because you learned that when you love you give it all, you sacrifice a lot and you cannot do that carelessly. like the female fig wasp that, when entering an unripe fig to pollinate its flowers, loses her antennae and wings. you're a quiet devoted lover. yours is an unwavering deeply rooted love. your love is intense, almost overwhelming like figs are, swollen with hundreds of seeds. there's something quite disturbing when looking at its flesh. but that's what it gives it that crunchy, popping feeling, the same of a love that does not know boredom. but beware. you might be a lot to handle, and some times it might be hard for you to remember that not everyone loves as fiercely as you do. let your intensity be a gift, not a burden.

tagged by: @frostwoven <3 tagging: @kingmaketh, @zaunitespride (vi), @noescapingthepast, @forgedofoaths, @museanthology (muse of choice!)

[videog4mes]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤSMUT PROMPTS FOR YOU SPICY FREAKS ❤ – please change pronouns and verbiage as needed. add “+ reverse” at the end of the prompt to reverse the roles.

encore: for sender to initiate consensual sex the moment they're alone with receiver after receiver intentionally spent the last hour teasing sender in public where they could not react.

eye contact: for sender to guide receiver's face back to looking at sender while they're actively engaged in sex or foreplay.

love bites: for sender to nip and gently bite at receiver's body as they kiss and explore.

hands on: for sender to slowly guide receiver's hands along their body where they wish to be touched, prompting where to squeeze, massage, and explore.

shower paint: after playfully getting house paint on one another when they should have been painting the walls, sender guides receiver to the shower where the fun continues.

last hurrah: for whatever reason, sender and receiver are parting ways. but not before one last time before they go.

t-shirt: sender can be found waiting at home for receiver with nothing but receiver's large t-shirt on while standing (or bending forward) in a compromising position.

solo act: sender intentionally pleasures themself while receiver is watching. receiver joins in on finishing the job.

insatiable: sender and receiver have repeatedly engaged in sex all day, despite both having reached the point of exhaustion.

i love you: sender and receiver haven't defined their relationship status, but while they're having sex, sender slips and tells receiver they love them.

exes to lovers: sender and receiver have been broken up for well over a year or two. after a coincidental run in, sender finds themself in receiver's bed.

[decoratedofficer]

SHE’S COLD. SO COLD AS SHE KNEELS ON THE BLOOD STAINED CONCRETE. Her blood, she realizes — its flow is stopped by the blade embedded in her flesh, though some manages to seep through, drip, drip, dripping onto the ground beneath her. Before her stands Ambessa, hands clasped behind her back and a sinister smile on her face. The warlord’s eyes, however, do not meet hers. Instead, they look past her, and Ambessa dips her chin in a stiff nod. A rifle is cocked behind her, the sound echoing within her skull, and the weapon’s muzzle hovers inches away from the base of her neck. She is meant to have a slow, painful death, she realizes. Fitting, she thinks, for the crimes she’s committed.

“ I did appreciate your warmth, ” Maddie’s voice sounds, and Caitlyn’s blood runs cold. Of course she’d been betrayed. Of course it had been by the woman she’d taken into her bed in an effort to forget the woman she’d hurt. Of course she’d been blind to it all. Of course, of course, of course …

The trigger is pulled, the bullet is fired, and Caitlyn sees the world around her flip on its side as she falls to the floor, effectively paralyzed, awaiting death’s sweet embrace.

A gasp, and Caitlyn wakes with a start, bolting upright and clutching at her heaving chest. There is an arm wrapped around her waist, heavy, solid … and Caitlyn quickly throws it off of her, disgusted. But … wait a moment. She is in her room, she is safe …

It is Vi that she has pushed off of her in her panic.

Her heart sinks.

Caitlyn drags her hands through her hair, scrambles to the edge of the bed and hangs her head, ashamed. Her heart continues to race wildly in her chest, and she tastes bile in the back of her throat. She doesn’t spare a glance back at the woman who slept sounding beside her, even when the mattress shifts beneath Vi’s weight as she moves about, most certainly confused ... worried.

“ I’m sorry, I— ” Caitlyn’s throat feels raw, her stomach feels ill, and her blinded eye throbs within her skull — a migraine is beginning to brew.

a starter for @frostwoven’s vi.

[decoratedofficer]

🧪 Do you believe that people can be redeemed?

Send 🧪 for my muse to take a truth serum and have to answer any question honestly from your muse ... @noescapingthepast

REDEMPTION — IT IS SOMETHING SHE HAS NEVER GIVEN MUCH THOUGHT. Not in the past, anyway. Not when she was a bright-eyed, bushy-tailed enforcer. Hardened criminals could not be redeemed — how could they, when they had contributed to the dispense of illicit drugs on the streets, or the murders of innocents? But Caitlyn was no longer bright-eyed, no longer bushy-tailed. She stands at the helm of Piltover's criminal justice system, the newly appointed sheriff, despite all of her wrongdoings. She pours more time into cases, reads over more files than she'd been allowed to in the past, learns more about the suspects and their motives. Many had fought alongside her and her men in the war against Noxus and Viktor's arcane beings. How could anyone say that they did not deserve redemption after such heroics?

How could Caitlyn say that Violet's sister did not deserve some bit of redemption after placing her sister's happiness above her own?

“ I ... suppose it depends on the person. ” Truthful, of course, given the circumstance. “ If they show signs of change, then yes. However ... ” she pauses, brow furrowing as words are left unsaid. Someone like herself, she thinks, who has caused so much pain to the very people she had sworn to protect ... she isn't certain that she is worthy of redemption.

[decoratedofficer]

SENDER blocks RECEIVER'S path.

RANDOM ACTS PROMPTS. ... @forgedofoaths

HE IS AN INTERESTING ONE , THIS ZAUNITE COUNCILOR. Caitlyn had no qualms with him — certainly not now, with the title of commander attached to her name; certainly not now, with Jinx keeping to the shadows and Vi no where to be found. Martial law is enacted, Ambessa urging her to act, guiding her down the path she now takes. The council is null and void, as of now. Given a ... break, of sorts, according to the Noxian warlord. And while the majority of the council had taken kindly to their mandatory vacation, Councilor Silco had not.

Not that Caitlyn blames him. The very people she commands have taken well to their duties. Too well, seeing that Ambessa often encourages violence, citing that it is a necessity to obtain peace.

“ Councilor, ” Caitlyn nods at the man, her back straight as a board, hands clasped behind her. She knows that neither of them see eye-to-eye. Knows that he would rather see Caitlyn step down from her position, and Ambessa be removed from power. But she keeps things cordial. Has to, seeing that he has a seat on Piltover's governing body. “ I apologize, but I've pressing matters to attend. If you'd please excuse me ... ”

[zachrp]

ᝰ🚬 𝚉𝙰𝙲𝙷𝚁𝙿 .ᐟ RANDOM ACTS PROMPTS. CHANGE ANY PRONOUNS IF NECESSARY. SOME MATURE THEMES MAY BE PRESENT. SEND "REVERSE" TO SWITCH THE ROLES OF SENDER AND RECEIVER.

PLATONIC / STRANGERS

SENDER drapes their jacket over RECEIVER'S shoulders.

SENDER signals RECEIVER with a subtle gesture.

SENDER slows their pace so RECEIVER can keep up.

SENDER whispers from just behind RECEIVER'S shoulder.

SENDER offers RECEIVER the last piece of food without comment.

SENDER sits beside RECEIVER without needing to be asked.

SENDER asks if RECEIVER made it home safe.

SENDER shares an umbrella with RECEIVER, leaning into the rain.

SENDER listens to RECEIVER without interrupting.

SENDER steals a glance when RECEIVER isn't looking.

SENDER smiles at RECEIVER without explanation.

SENDER carries RECEIVER'S bag when it gets too heavy.

SENDER passes RECEIVER a note that says ________.

SENDER nudges RECEIVER with their shoulder playfully.

SENDER reminds RECEIVER to eat.

SENDER guides RECEIVER through a crowd by the hand.

SENDER holds the door open for RECEIVER without rushing.

SENDER offers quiet RECEIVER company instead of advice.

SENDER stays with RECEIVER even when they could leave.

SENDER brushes lint from RECEIVER'S sleeve.

SENDER leans their head against RECEIVER'S shoulder.

SENDER slips something into RECEIVER'S pocket.

SENDER hides behind RECEIVER when trouble passes by.

AFFECTIONATE / ROMANTIC

SENDER tucks loose hair behind RECEIVER'S ear.

SENDER squeezes RECEIVER'S hand gently.

SENDER rests their chin on RECEIVER'S head.

SENDER kisses RECEIVER deeply.

SENDER traces idle shapes on RECEIVER'S arm.

SENDER pulls RECEIVER into a lingering hug.

SENDER presses their forehead to RECEIVER'S.

SENDER bites RECEIVER'S lower lip gently.

SENDER rubs slow circles into RECEIVER'S back.

SENDER pulls RECEIVER closer by the hips.

SENDER presses their body against RECEIVER'S.

SENDER kisses RECEIVER'S temple softly.

SENDER cradles RECEIVER'S face in both hands.

SENDER smooths a hand down RECEIVER'S hair.

SENDER interlaces their fingers with RECEIVER'S.

SENDER trails kisses down RECEIVER'S neck.

SENDER leans in just close enough to feel RECEIVER'S breath.

SENDER kisses RECEIVER slowly, unhurried.

SENDER guides RECEIVER'S hands where they want them.

SENDER murmurs praise against RECEIVER'S skin.

SENDER guides RECEIVER closer by the waist.

SENDER whispers something meant only for RECEIVER.

SENDER presses RECEIVER gently against a wall.

SENDER traces RECEIVER'S jawline with their thumb.

SENDER pulls RECEIVER into their lap.

SENDER brushes their lips against RECEIVER'S knuckles.

SENDER tilts RECEIVER'S chin up.

SENDER pulls RECEIVER back when they try to leave.

AGGRESSIVE / VIOLENT

SENDER blocks RECEIVER'S path.

SENDER crushes RECEIVER'S fingers underfoot.

SENDER shoves RECEIVER back a step.

SENDER crowds into RECEIVER'S space.

SENDER grips RECEIVER'S collar.

SENDER shoves RECEIVER against a surface.

SENDER bashes RECEIVER'S head against a wall.

SENDER steps closer when RECEIVER backs away.

SENDER shoves past RECEIVER hard.

SENDER yanks something from RECEIVER'S hands.

SENDER slams a fist beside RECEIVER'S head.

SENDER strikes RECEIVER to instigate a fight.

SENDER chokes RECEIVER until they struggle.

SENDER grabs RECEIVER'S wrist.

SENDER slams RECEIVER into the ground.

SENDER breaks RECEIVER'S nose.

SENDER drags RECEIVER across the floor.

SENDER pins RECEIVER in place.

SENDER forces RECEIVER'S head under water.

[zachrp]

ᝰ🚬 𝚉𝙰𝙲𝙷𝚁𝙿 .ᐟ SYMBOL HEADCANON QUESTIONS. CHANGE ANY PRONOUNS IF NECESSARY. SOME MATURE THEMES MAY BE PRESENT.

EVERYDAY LIFE / DOMESTIC

📋 : how organized is your muse?

✅ : what do they pretend to have together that they don't?

🕰️ : what time do they naturally wake up when no one needs them?

☕ : what's their morning ritual, and what happens when it's disrupted?

🧺 : how often do they do laundry?

🪞 : do they look at themselves in mirrors, or avoid them? why?

🍽️ : do they eat to survive, for pleasure, or as comfort?

🏠 : what part of their living space reflects them the most?

🌱 : do they keep plants, and are those plants alive?

🧼 : what's something they're weirdly particular about being clean?

📺 : what do they put on when they don't want to think?

SOCIALIZATION / CONNECTION

🗣️ : are they better one-on-one, or in groups?

📱 : do they text back immediately, or let messages rot?

🫥 : how often do they pretend to be fine to keep the peace?

🎭 : how different are they with strangers versus people they trust?

🤝 : do they make friends easily, or accidentally?

🧠 : what do they assume people think about them?

🌘 : how hard is it to really know them?

🎉 : do they enjoy social events, or endure them?

🪑 : are they the type to leave early without saying goodbye?

INTROSPECT / INTERNAL LANDSCAPE

🕵️‍♀️ : how often does your muse think about death?

🧩 : what part of themselves do they not understand yet?

🫀 : what emotion scares them the most?

👣 : do they believe they deserve good things?

🧱 : what walls are they aware of building? which ones are they not aware of?

🕳️ : what do they spiral about at night?

📉 : what's their most common self-criticism?

💀 : do they trust their own memories?

🌊 : what emotion do they drown in when they're alone?

PERSONAL / DEEP / TRAUMA-ADJACENT

🩸 : what wound shaped them the most, even if they won't admit it?

🔥 : what moment do they replay when they're ashamed?

🧷 : who failed them first?

🕯️ : what do they grieve that no one else sees as a loss?

🪤 : what pattern do they keep falling back into?

🧨 : what pushes them past the point of restraint?

🧬 : what did they inherit emotionally from their caregivers?

🕶 : what lie do they tell themselves to survive?

🩹 : what actually helps them heal, even if it's unhealthy?

HABITS / VICES / COPING

🚬 : what vice do they justify the most?

🍺 : do they drink to socialize, numb, or celebrate?

💊 : what's their relationship with substances, past or present?

🏃 : do they move their body to feel alive or to punish it?

🛏️ : how do they sleep when things are bad?

🎧 : what kind of music gets them through the worst days?

🖊️ : do they write things down or let thoughts rot in their head?

☔️ : do they intellectualize pain instead of feeling it?

🕳️ : what habit would unravel them if taken away?

SEXUALITY / INTIMACY

🫠 : is it easy for them to get turned on, or do they need emotional safety first?

💞 : do they separate sex and feelings, or blur them dangerously?

🛑 : what's an immediate turn-off for them?

🔥 : do they crave intensity or stability?

🤲 : do they like being in control, or giving it up?

🪶 : are they gentle with people they desire?

🍒 : how do they feel about their own body during intimacy?

🎱 : what do they need to feel wanted?

🔒 : do they guard intimacy, or give it too freely?

💔 : have they ever used sex to avoid something?

MORALITY / CHOICES

⚖️ : what line will they never cross?

🩶 : what line have they already crossed and justified? or regret?

🧭 : do they believe they're a good person?

🔪 : what would they do if survival demanded cruelty?

🪙 : what do they value more, loyalty or truth?

🚪 : who would they abandon if forced to choose?

🕊️ : do they believe in forgiveness? for themselves? in others?

🧨 : what would make them snap permanently?

📜 : what promise do they regret making?

🪦 : what hill would they die on?

[memeapple2]

Write a callout on my muse

Beacuse IC callouts are always funny as shit! Especially if your muse has committed countless atrocities! Put it in any context you want and keep it strictly IC! Do not use this as a way to vauge post about other muns, ect. This is in good fun only. DON'T USE THIS AS AN EXSCUSE TO BE ACTUALLY SHITTY TWOARDS SOMEONE!

[decoratedofficer]

“Please tell me you remember last night… because I definitely do.” / vi

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 ... @dreadhour

SUCH A CHEEKY LITTLE THING , WASN'T SHE ? To wake up to Vi at her side, dark pink hair unruly from sleep, the side of her face buried in one of Caitlyn's pillows, looking so ... at peace in sleep ... It is surreal, something Caitlyn is undeserving of. And yet, she finds herself here, in a moment she'd only ever dreamt of : her and Vi, both naked in her bed, both utterly exhausted yet sated from the previous night's activities. It leaves Caitlyn wondering if this all was but a dream, the moment far too perfect given the circumstances.

... but then, Vi wakes, those beautiful grey-blue eyes slowly fluttering open, a lazy smile spreading across her face as her vision focuses. Caitlyn mirrors it, giggling like a damned schoolgirl. ( If this is the only moment the world allows them before they face Ambessa and her forces, then Caitlyn will commit it to memory, engrave it into her heart if she must, so that she may take it with her beyond the grave. )

“ You've proven a rather difficult one to forget, ” she says in return ... only for her eyes to go wide, the hand that rests atop Vi's back quickly retracting to cover her mouth. She'd forgotten, before opening her mouth to speak ... dreaded morning breath, something she would rather not subject Vi to, lest it ruin the moment. “ Shit, ” she grumbles into her palm, red tinting her cheeks. “ I'm sorry. I should brush my teeth before ... ” Speaking? Kissing her good morning? Continuing their antics from last night? All of the above? God, she hasn't the slightest clue. She only knows that her embarrassment is visible.

[decoratedofficer]

“Be honest—do you regret it?” (From vi :p)

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 ... @zaunitespride

REGRET COULD NOT BE FURTHER FROM WHAT SHE FEELS. Although it hadn’t been her intention to allow Vi to … take her, as she had, down in the bunker … it had been a welcome distraction in the midst of it all. A show of trust, an intertwining of souls, even after Caitlyn’s confession — while you were gone, I … saw someone.

Caitlyn Kiramman was no stranger to physical intimacy; she wasn’t terribly experienced, but she’d had her fair share of women through the years. It had been a way to cope with difficulties in life, to unleash the energy that boiled beneath the surface after a stressful exam at the academy, or a less than ideal shift at work. She could count the number of partners she'd had on one hand ... yet, none held a candle to Vi.

It was unlike any other encounter she'd had — despite all of the rough edges, despite all of the split knuckles and bruised skin, Vi had treated Caitlyn with such gentleness, such respect. And Caitlyn had willingly handed her the reins, surrendering the control she'd been accustomed to like it was nothing ... and, oh, how quickly she had come apart.

They had returned to the manor at Caitlyn's behest, the enforcer wanting to bring Vi that same pleasure she had brought her somewhere other than a cold holding cell. She'd practically shoved the shorter woman through her bedroom door, shedding herself of her uniform coat and black turtleneck all over again, working the buttons on Vi's bodysuit as lips devoured the sensitive skin at her neck, tongue tracing the shape of the tattoo there. She'd made it her mission to show Vi just how much she'd missed her, just how sorry she was, just how grateful she was to have her in her arms, again ...

But she cannot blame her for the question she poses after all is said and done, as they lie side-by-side the next morning, as Caitlyn drags her fingertips lightly along the shapes of Vi's back tattoo. Bright blue eyes hold the gaze of lovely stormy skies, and Caitlyn shifts closer to Vi, tucking her head beneath the other woman's chin and pressing a lingering kiss to the hollow of her throat. “ I've many regrets, ” she admits, “ but this isn't one of them. ”