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Prunella 'Pru' Shagswell || Twenty-Five || Former Call Girl || Current Opportunist || Multi-Ship || Multi-Verse || NSFW || Independent OC ||

165 posts

~*~ INDEFINITE HIATUS ~*~

Will not be answering asks, IMs or drafts on this blog. Do not use/mention this muse in threads, headcanons or asks to other muses unless express permission is given by@paxoftheshadow.

{ PSA // I am still totally interested in doing a Sense 8 verse for any/all of my muses, so if anyone is interested in trying that out and being in a cluster with them, hit me up?!

I’ll try and get to replies soon, by the way! If it seems like I’ve dropped off the map, it’s probably because I’m on another character. It’s not an intentional thing and I am super sorry if it’s frustrating. But I have to follow the muse, or the muse doesn’t work. Love all you guys! <33 }

{So... like two days ago I cut down my muses to make things more manageable. And today... I went and made a new muse yet again. In my defense... this one’s been bugging me for the better half of a week and is wanting his own fic (which I’m close to starting?), so I figured I’d let him out for a bit. He’s over at @keepingoaths. Just letting ya’ll know that’s me.

And I also sincerely apologize for the ball of suck that I am. One of these days... I will find self-control. One of these days.}

#{ooc}#{ yet another muse }#{ kill me now }

{ Promise I’ll get back to replies soon, but today I’m off to the movies, and then off to a friends night, so I won’t be around today. I figure I deserve it, because I just passed my second driving test, meaning I am one step closer to getting a provisional licence. It’s been a long arse time coming, but I’m finally getting there. Woo! }

#{ ooc }#{ also I am trying to be more active one other blogs }#{ which means it's likely I will be less active on some to share the love }#{ <33 }

attraction meme

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Inbox me a ‘ღ’ and I’ll rate you with the following:

Romantic attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme Sexual attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme Aesthetic attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme Sensual attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme

secondhandmckie

“Shite! Sorry, I didn’t see you there… Are you okay?”

She hated cars. Hated them. They were noisy, they were too compacted, and now, she’d been assaulted by the door. If she was a few sticks short of a bundle, she might have thought that cars had begun to fight back against her.

While they weren’t suddenly declaring war on her, it didn’t mean getting hit in the face with the driver’s side door hurt any less. That would teach her for bending over to pick up a lucky penny. Lucky, ha!

“Jesus!” The curse was muffled by her hands as she recoiled on the asphalt, bracing her nose. “No, I’m not okay! I’ve just been attacked by a door!”

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“I am so sorry, darling,” Pru apologized, deftly hanging up on the hotel receptionist she’d been talking to as she clambered out of the Taxi. Boots striking the pavement, she hustled over to the woman’s side, eyes filled with regret. “I didn’t see you there.”

Which was a tragedy in itself, really, because her poor victim was rather pretty, when you looked passed the pain-filled expression and splashes of blood. Reaching down to try and help scoop the woman from the bitumen, Pru tittered with concern. “Here, I think I have a handkerchief somewhere…” She dug around in her purse. Her fingers brushed against one a few seconds later, but she quickly recoiled, realizing it was a little… well. Crusty. “On second thought, maybe not. I need to remember to do the washing…”

She offered a regretful smile, despite knowing it was incredibly inadequate. “I- I’ll buy you something? Gosh, darling. I really am sorry. I don’t usually take the cab, but the bike was out of fuel… Let’s… Let’s get you cleaned up, hm? I’ll pay for any damage I’ve caused. Except for a nose job, I really can’t afford - I mean, not that you need one honey… I don’t think I hit you that hard, did I?

#secondhandmckie #{ Pru thinks that reaction is pretty well deserved }#{ it kind of sucks to be clobbered in the face }#{ she's horrified she's done it to Molly }

Oh, wow. It's Munday already. Put some of these in my askbox and I'll respond OOC.

ᄏ: Play any instruments?

ω: Have you ever dyed your hair? If so, what color(s)?

△: Have you ever painted the walls of your room?

【・ヘ・?】: Ever tripped in front a bunch of people?

＊: When was the last time you tied your hair up? (if your hair is long enough)

旦: Last time you drove your car (if you can drive/have one)?

愛: Are you currently dating?

太: When it's New Year's, do you make New Year Resolutions and actually commit to them?

＠: Ever felt attracted to the opposite sex before?

空: Did you ever throw up after one roller coaster ride or a few?

☆: Have you ever played games such as 'Spin the Bottle'?

⊙: Are you happy with where you are in life right now?

ピ: Did you like Pokemon as a child?

♪: Do you find yourself singing or humming to yourself sometimes?

☁: Ever wanted to learn a foreign language?

ス: Have you ever swallowed gum?

⅚: Post the link if your current favorite song.

ღ: Post a gif of what you're currently feeling right now.

≘: Have you ever watched the sun rise?

☄: Would you defend a friend if they were in danger?

➍: Ever been to a concert? Was it fun?

♛: Do you like group projects?

高: How often do you use headphones/earbuds?

ಲ: Headphones or earbuds?

♞: Showers or baths?

✗: Walks on the beach or in a forest?

⊙﹏⊙: Which horror movie scared you the most? If any?

^∇^: Has your best friend ever made you angry?

（．＿．）: Do you think you are an awkward person?

メ: Cupcakes or muffins?

♯: Would you like to be able to fly?

ℝ: What color shirt are you currently wearing?

Æ: What color underwear did you wear yesterday?

☪: Have you ever flipped off someone?

♬: Cats or dogs?

礼: Would you swim in the lake or ocean?

の: Chocolate or Vanilla?

◐: Have you ever seen a meteor shower?

ᄇ: Have you ever broken a bone?

ℨ: If you could go anywhere in the world, where would you go?

♔: Know the Duck Song? The Llama Song? Banana Phone?

۞: What shows did you watch when you were a child?

▼: Could you live without the internet?

Д: Strangest food you've eaten?

까: Cookies or brownies?

** As of 28/12/2015, these are my six official muses. For the people who have interacted with the muses I’ve deactivated, they can still be interacted with. If you’re after Rand, Slip or Cass, talk to/message Pax. If you’re after John ‘Soap’ MacTavish, talk to/message Riley. I’m happy to do threads from those accounts. Unfortunately, my muses just kept growing and I had too many accounts. to maintain. It got a little too much. Having 6 might still be a little too much, but I’m going to give it a crack. And excitingly, I finally have an equal gender divide between official muses. Yay! **

My Muse List

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Top Left ~ Gisele ‘Rags’ Rivette Twenty-Five Years Old Shadow Company Soldier, Bravo Team Selective Heterosexual Call Of Duty Mainverse Multi-Ship, Multi-Verse Compatible BLOG

Top Right ~ Paxton James Rodgers Twenty-Seven Years Old Shadow Company Lieutenant, Bravo Team Selective Heterosexual, Single Ship in Mainverse Call Of Duty Mainverse Multi-Ship (for non-Mainverse), Multi-Verse Compatible BLOG

Middle Left ~ Danielle ‘Boots’ Levito Twenty-Six Years Old Task Force 141 Sergeant Heterosexual Call Of Duty Mainverse Multi-Ship, Multi-Verse Compatible BLOG

Middle Right ~ Oliver ‘Rook’ Langley Twenty-Five Years Old Task Force 141, Communications Specialist Polyamorous Bisexual Call Of Duty Mainverse Multi-Ship, Multi-Verse Compatible BLOG

Bottom Left ~ Prunella ‘Pru’ Shagswell Twenty-Four Years Old Civilian, Former Call Girl Polyamorous Pansexual Call Of Duty Mainverse Multi-Ship, Multi-Verse Compatible BLOG

Bottom Right ~ Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley Thirty-Three Years Old Task Force 141, Lieutenant Selective Heterosexual, Single Ship in Mainverse Call Of Duty Mainverse Multi-Ship (for non-Mainverse), Multi-Verse Compatible BLOG

#self-promo #{ updating my active muses }#long post

#{ ooc }#{ rant }#{ this just totally wrecked any muse I had }#{ I swear I fucking hate Tumblr sometimes }#{ and roleplaying }#{ you just can't have a single goddamn week without problematic shit }

{ half day today at work so will be around shortly, guys! Unfortunately blacklist still doesn’t exist on mobile and there is some incredible NSFW on my dash so…. see you all later. I’ll be on Skype if you need me! }

Is anybody ok with my muse mentioning your muse in a thread they have with somebody else?

YESSSSSSSSSSSS.

this is a pretty big issue for me actually.

and not just because it’s really amazing to see what other muses say, think and feel about your muse when they’re not around but because I WANT SOME CONTINUITY. i am trying to create a continuity for my character where everything that isn’t an AU has feelings and actions making sense depending on a timeline and people they know and love. actions have consequences. relationships and events change people.

roleplay without that is… well, repetitive… & not very fulfilling to me.

#{ absolutely guys }#{ feel free! }#{ though as a sidenote }#{ I have had people in the past continuously call out my muses as assholes }#{ Pax specifically }#{ when he was not the only asshole kicking around in rp }#{ and not the only one known to the muse }#{ so please be careful about that }#{ I am aware Pax is a dick }#{ but don't paint my muses in a negative light to other muses }#{ especially if my muses and their muses have not interacted }#{ I will not allow my babies to be demonised }#{ because that's what continuous negativity about my muses is }#{ even if it's just harmless conversation }#{ we're not here to play the bad guy }#{ if you want that go somewhere else }#{ but if you treat them right }#{ you're more than welcome to use them! }

hissingthroughmyteeth-blog

A lot worse. Of course she has. Of course this woman has likely been covered in the exact kind of fluids that made Julia all that much more ill. The churning of Julia’s stomach has become downright painful, and she feels a cold sweat breaking out across her pallid flesh. Even the strangers inexplicably kindness in dealing with her forthcoming sick does nothing to lessen the effect she was having on the operator before her.

Pru’s sudden movement only makes it that much worse, and her washed-out eyes srew shut in answer. Crouching low in answer to the womans increasing closeness, resting on the balls of her feet, she tries her best to keep control of her body. Hopefully, being closer to the ground would have some kind of alleviating response.

Her question is reasonable enough, given the way the conversation had carried out so far. Swallowing down the disgust at the back of her throat, Julia managed to wheeze out a few words.

“Julia. You will forgive me if I do not shake your hand just yet.”

A weary sigh followed.

“Just– Why? Why would you even go through military files? With what purpose could you possibly think this would end well? I’m going to report you to all of my superiors– I have to, I’m not losing my job over this – I like my job – What would even possess you to lay out pictures like they were–”

Vomiting words, she finds, burns less than bile.

irishlass-blog1

It was only when the woman lowered herself to the floor, looking rather like an angry cat, the Pru finally clued in to what was happening. Eyes widening slightly in realization, she slowly let herself slump back against the wall. Slowly let her arms go limp by her sides, and her legs boneless against the floor.

PTSD. Or a version of it. Pru had seen it before, more than once. From IRA fighters torn apart by British Forces, to young women who’d ended up in her job through the worst means possible. They dealt with it in their own ways, sometimes reacting as you’d expect, sometimes reacting in ways you could never see coming.

(A young girl unable to wake from a night-terror, bony fingers wrapped around Pru’s throat. She could have taken her, really. She’d had the skills, the weapons, the opportunities. But she couldn’t do it, instead going soft, limp, non-threatening. It’d saved her life that night, and the life of her younger sister. Pru would never hurt a sister.)

“That’s fine, darling. I’ve never been a great fan of it either.”

She smiled lightly, but forged ahead, tone soft, as though nothing was happening. She didn’t want to cause any embarrassment.

“As for what possessed me, hm? Honestly, honey... what kind of question is that? It was in a big folder, on an accessible desk, with the words ‘classified’ written all over it... Besides, Uncle Sam... or do you call him Uncle Angus over here? Anyway - they’ve pried into my personal life before, which means I have every right to do it back. And if I have a little fun along the way, what does that matter?”

A soft laugh.

“If you must report me for that, darling, then go right ahead. I’ve been in worse situations before. I’ll find a way out, I’m sure.”

#hissingthroughmyteeth

codenamenikolai

The line between the professional and personal was ever blurring. For a moment, Nikolai’s smile faltered, expression sputtering before resuming as normal. Has it been so long that he is forgetting how to interact with the civilians? “Nothing, kotik. A slip of the tongue.”

“I’m so sorry, truly. Is there any way I can make it up to you?” There is a tinge of regret in his voice, buried under all of his irreverent nature. He and Liliya have always had expectations of their marriage, and one is asking consent before exploring ventures outside of their marriage vows. It is far too late in Russia, and somehow, Nikolai lacks the heart to wake his flower only to ask her if it would be alright to take this girl somewhere private. Attention snapping back to Pru, his smile is almost wistful as she implores him to speak. “The finest woman in all of Russia. The best companion that a man could ever ask for.”

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Being a woman who made a living out of situations - situations that typically needed a fair bit of skill, tact and intuition - Pru didn’t miss the way her delightfully Russian companion seemed to falter. It was quick, and expertly covered up. But she still saw it, her hand reaching out to rest reassuringly on his forearm.

“Don’t worry, darling. Slips of the tongue are nothing to worry about. Part of my job is to keep secrets, hm? For you, I will do it for free.”

The second apology is not as playful as she’d have thought it would be, his regret at not being able to give her what she wanted leaving a sweet smile blossoming across her face. She squeezed his arm lightly, not taking his rejection to heart. “Don’t fret, honey,” she said lightly, something in her aching just a little bit at the look on his face as he spoke of his wife. Almost instantly, any thought of seriously pursuing him flew out of her head. She wouldn’t get in the way of what he had, simply to satisfy herself. He was far too kind to deserve such a thing. “You’re wife sounds gorgeous, hm? How did you two meet?”

#codenamenikolai

enduredxdefiance

"For a soldier, you certainly don't seem all that adept at taking care of yourself."

“I am more than capable of taking care of myself. I don’t need anyone to take care of me and I never will.” Her tone came out much sharper than she had originally intended it to. She had survived on her own her entire life and she was insulted by the fact that the other woman would dare suggest otherwise. The nerve of her. What did she know? She was a civilian. She didn’t know anything.

enduredxdefiance

“I’m perfectly capable of protecting myself,” War growled. “I don’t need anyone to ‘swoop in and save the day’.” Her eyes darkened and a fire burned inside her at being called pathetic. The word was so familiar to her. You’re a pathetic dog. You’re expendable to me. Get out of my sight. "I am not pathetic.“ Her tone was almost dangerous. "I didn’t ask for you to fucking lecture me. It doesn’t concern you.” There were clear bruises on her face and the other visible parts of her body. She pressed her hand against the gash a bit harder to try and stop the bleeding but the blood continued to drip to the ground.

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Pru laughed harshly. “Keep telling yourself that, honey. I’m sure it will mean a lot when whoever did this,” she twirled her finger in the air, gesturing at the mess War was. “Goes one step further next time, and leaves you in a ditch.”

It was cruel, but the sight before her was making her sick. Pru had seen people roughed up plenty of times in her life. Hell, she’d been that girl once. So to look at War and hear nothing but ridiculous bravado, when she was so very clearly the victim, and to see no wish to get back at whoever had done this... Pru felt disgust. The only way to end abuse was to break the cycle. The only way to end an abuser was to break them. “Or somebody else, God forbid. Staying silent doesn’t just hurt you in the long run - it also hurts other people.”

Collecting a tea towel slung over the back of a chair, Pru threw it at War. “I honestly don’t care if you asked me to lecture you or not, darling. You turned up here like this, so you made it my concern. Now do us both a favor and clean yourself up, before you stain my floors.”

91centossa-blog

Closed Starter: @irishlass

91centossa-blog

Centossa took Pru’s hand in his, expressionlessly.

For Centossa, it was almost a question of whether or not he saw Pru as a threat. Did he want to take it further and get a better glimpse of who Pru truly was? Did he gather enough knowledge to rule Pru out as no threat? Did he want to get himself involved? Did he want to keep himself safe from any heartbreak?

It wasn’t as if Centossa was in any way above Pru. It was only that he had nothing to give. No treasure, no gold, no money. Not much of a heart. He only had miles of regret.

“Pru,” a sad smirk came over Centossa’s face. “I want you to think about this, then you can make the decision for yourself. I’m just a ghost of nostalgia. I might just come back to haunt you.”

irishlass-blog1

Pru squeezed his hand reassuringly, recognizing that look in his eye. It was a look she’d worn herself plenty of times. A look she hadn’t had the guts to act on, despite knowing that it would lead to a sea of regret for all the people she could have known. Could have found it in herself to love.

He was deciding whether she was worth it. Worth the risk it would be to let his defenses down enough for her to get closer.

Pru wanted to be worth it. Wanted to badly, but she didn’t let that need filter into her actions, or her voice. This was a decision he had to make for himself.

“Not much to think about, darling. What would I be, if I turned away somebody with baggage when I have so much of my own, hm?” She smiled gently, dimples creasing. “Truth is we all have baggage. Besides, what’s one more ghost to haunt me? I get the feeling that you’ll be one of the few I have that’ll have been worth the trouble.”

#{ it's getting even heavier! }#{ Pru isn't giving up though }#{ she wants this }#91centossa

enduredxdefiance

"For a soldier, you certainly don't seem all that adept at taking care of yourself."

“I am more than capable of taking care of myself. I don’t need anyone to take care of me and I never will.” Her tone came out much sharper than she had originally intended it to. She had survived on her own her entire life and she was insulted by the fact that the other woman would dare suggest otherwise. The nerve of her. What did she know? She was a civilian. She didn’t know anything.

irishlass-blog1

“I never said you needed someone to protect you, darling. I was suggesting that you needed to get better at defending yourself. Relying on someone else to swoop in and save the day is quite literally the quickest way to screw yourself over.” Pru’s words were subtly poisonous, her eyes flashing at the woman’s insolent, angry tone. It was like War was looking down on her - like she thought that their different walks of life meant that Pru’s opinion wasn’t worth anything. “It’s pathetic. And you bleeding all over the floor while boasting that you can take care of yourself is just as pathetic. Get a grip. Clearly you’re doing something wrong if somebody can knock you around like this.”

#askwar #{ Pru doesn't take War's attitude well haha }#{ they'll get-along worse that her and pax at this rate }

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