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@scorchxr
Hey y’all I’ve been gone because uhhhh. I had very little happening on this account. If you wanna follow me, I have a multimuse account @wildcxrds <<<<<<
you can find me there. I’ll probably bring Delia. Maybe I’ll come back. <3
20+ | indie rp | semi-selective
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voltaage:
“It’s what I do!” Natalie responded with a bright smile, happy to receive a bit of appreciation for her efforts. Her fingers loosened around the medkit as it was taken from her; her eyes observed the other as she healed, wanting to make sure there were no issues– Delia was a new Legend after all. The engineer nodded her head along with the proposed idea, seeming to agree with it. “We don’t have too many options, so let’s try it and see how it goes!” Natalie added on a nervous giggle, uncertain about their predicament. One of her hands raised to reveal her wrapped digits. “Fingers crossed! But you won’t need that luck, I’m sure.” Natalie moved slightly away from the other and situated her belongings on her back, preparing herself to get up and run the moment she could. She looked back to Delia one more time and gave a reassuring nod; they could do this.
This gave Delia a little boost of confidence - you see, if there was anything, besides her technical skills, that she knew she was good at, it was getting out of tight spaces like this. If they could claim the height over the remaining squads, and Natalie could set up, it could very well win them the game. They’d stand a very good chance at withstanding anymore surprises.
“Before I forget--” From her satchels, she slipped Natalie her remaining Ultimate Accelerant. From within Delia’s visor, she could see her engines were charged to full, ready to run. Nat would need it more than she.
“Get ready to run.” She stood, stepping closer to the firefight just as it sounded close to ceasing, vaulted over the bushes, and a whining sound grew louder from her legs - the exhaust pipes beginning to glow red. There was a small burst of blue out of them, and Delia ducked into a runner’s position before shooting off. Seconds later, there was a loud roar, and a line of flames growing higher in height kicked out from her footsteps. She doubled back to create another line of fire, giving Wattson more cover, all at incredible speed.
“GO!”
She drew enough of the attention away, some blindfire shot into the fire but somehow by the grace of Gods, nowhere near them. Delia ducked behind the cover of the flames, skidding forward and the fire from her engines died out, but the cover remained. She’d give enough space first to Wattson before diving after her towards the buildings at the top of the hill. Just as her helmet read back to her 2 SQUADS LEFT.
//
nsfw prompts that don’t sound like a bad porno
i’m always tired of seeing the cringiest sentence starters for smut so i’m back at it again kids. feel free to adjust sentences or specify who does the action.
ACTIONS: 1. for one muse to give the other oral 2. to skinny dip with my muse 3. to shower with my muse 4. to take a hot bath with my muse 5. for sex in public 6. for sex in the car 7. to catch my muse naked 8. to undress my muse 9. for sparring to turn into sex 10. for an argument to turn into sex 11. for make up sex 12. for friends with benefits sex 13. to tie up my muse 14. to blindfold my muse 16. to make one muse watch the other masturbate 17. for a threesome (specify muses) 18. for one muse to wake the other by fingering them/giving a handjob 19. for one muse to deny the other orgasm 20. for angry sex 21. for break up sex 22. for sex after a near death experience 23. for after battle sex 24. for sex to get revenge on an ex 25. for one muse to give the other a lap dance or strip tease 26. to make my muse whimper 27. for one muse to take the other from behind 28. for sex against the wall 29. for sex on a table/counter/desk 30. for sex in a pool/hot tub 31. for one muse to choke the other 32. for rough sex 33. for our muses to try a new position 34. for our muses to try a new kink together 35. for one muse to use a toy on the other 36. for one muse to sit on the other’s face
WORDS: “touch me.” “kiss me here.” “you have to be quiet if you want to cum.” “say my name.” “oh fuck-” “i need you so bad.” “i’m so wet right now.” “i want you to touch yourself for me.” “let me hear you, baby.” “come for me.” “i want to hear you cum.” “harder.” “i need to feel you.” “i want you.” “you’re so hot.” “can i come yet?” “please, baby—” “i’m so close.” “i told you to be quiet.” “i told you to stay still.” “are you gonna be good for me?” “i promise i’ll be good.” “i’m not done with you yet.” “i’ve been waiting all day…” “you’re all i want.” “just kiss me, i can’t take this anymore.” “just shut up and fuck me.” “i’m gonna fuck you until you beg me to stop.” “say please.” “i could’t stop thinking about you all day.” “your fingers feel so good.” “your mouth feels so good.” “i want your fingers inside me.” “i want it to hurt.” “more—” “i want you to forget everything and everyone else but me.” “make me forget.” “i just want to feel something.” “make me.” “be quiet.” “they’re gonna catch us—” “yes— right there.” “that feels so good.” “does that feel good?”
an ind. canon-compliant ‘bloodhound’ of apex legends ✦ written by gaige.
voltaage:
Being separated from her team was the worst. Wattson’s kit was reliant on having teammates to protect, and in turn, protect her while she secured a perimeter. That wasn’t possible when heavy missiles fell between them, destroying her work and forcing her team to flee in whatever way they could. Not only was it a tactical disadvantage, but an emotional one. Natalie did not like being on her own; she wanted sweet silence from others presences, not quiet from a lack of life. It wasn’t long until Natalie found Delia on the outskirts of Hammond Labs. She quickly made her way over, in time to notice a grenade arcing through the sky towards her teammate. The little engineer swiftly drew her pylon from her back and threw it forward, evaporating the ordinance before it could go off. Delia’s feeling of relief was most certainly shared among the pair. Natalie smiled to her friend as they hid behind the bushes for a brief moment. “It was certainly close.” She agreed before reaching into her bag and pulling out a med kit. Her hands extended it out to her friend. “Here, mon ami, take this. We need you back at one-hundred percent if we’re going to make it out of this.”
Relying on the pylon to finish regenerating her shields, and feeling her suit come back to full, she took the medkit and injected herself quickly, backing as far back into the wall as she could to remain out of sight while the others fought. She felt the heaviness in her breath ease, the soreness and damage on her body weaken.
“Hugely appreciated, Nána. It’s gonna be hard to run past them without getting noticed, and we’ll get pushed eventually. But the ring is right on our ass, too. If we don’t move, we’ll get fried pretty soon.” Finishing the med kit, her eyes darted from under the darkened visor of her helmet, scanning the vitals of her equipment. She’d be able to use her jets pretty soon... but that gave her and out and would leave Nat behind.
“Best plan I can come up with is I create an opening - if I run past, leave my flames to create a blockage between you and them, you could probably get uphill, towards the portals.. Got any other suggestions?”
voltaage:
Natalie liked to believe it was her genuineness that made others feel at ease around her. She wasn’t a liar– she was God awful when she even made attempts at it. She wasn’t a manipulator or playing at mental games either. Her heart was worn on her sleeve rather bravely. She told others what she thought, she opened up about her life and her feelings. She was real and honest. Maybe being that way could help others act similarly. The engineer nodded along with Delia’s assessment. Some bonds were incredibly strong, forged through understanding and love. Pairs like herself and Crypto, or Lifeline and Octane immediately came to mind. Her thoughts and delicate smile swiftly vanished at the mention of Delia’s loss. It was awful that they could relate to each other with this kind of stuff. But also, nice, in a way. Mourning felt less isolating with another. “I’m sorry, mon ami.” Natalie said softly. “It’s a very hard thing to go through.”
Delia’s smile never wanes once - she’s very careful to keep the still sore reminder that her father was gone at bay, away from all to see, and instead keeps a strong face. Make others see that she’s made peace... even if she hadn’t, completely.
“It really is. But, the best thing that could be done after is to keep fighting. Even on the days it feels like you’re slogging through quicksand.”
Delia hesitated briefly, then made up her mind as she gently patted the top of her helmet, stood from her seat and sat down beside Nat, placing her hand on her shoulder. Not so much in a pitying way, but more as a comrade. She flashed her a grin. “You’re quite a formidable Legend after all that. Loss, shitty as it is, makes us stronger, eh? Even more when you have friends to count on.”
Delia, who usually found it a little difficult to find the right words when it came to talking about emotions... found it thankfully easy to just talk about this with Natalie.
A VERY DESCRIPTIVE PROFILE OF YOUR MUSE.
repost with the information of your muse, including headcanons, etc. if you fail to achieve some of the facts, add some other of your own !
NAME | delia santiago (formerly, eleanor ortega). callsign is SCORCHER
AGE | 24
SPECIES | human
GENDER | female
ORIENTATION | pansexual
INTERESTS | spending time messing with her tech and always looking for upgrades for her suit, watching movies, and occasionally cooking
PROFESSION | Legend for the Apex Games
BODY TYPE | toned, slim, with fairly built legs.
EYES | like a light brown
HAIR | used to be black, but now is like a chocolate brown
SKIN | very light brown skin, with scattered scars and burns on her face, arms, legs, and sides
HEIGHT | 5′3″ (whomp whomp)
COMPANIONS | building friendships gradually, but right now she’d say wattson. (part of her wants to reunite with lifeline and octane)
ANTAGONISTS | Dr. Emilio, and Blisk... partly.
FRUITS | cantaloupe, watermelon, green apples, and this fruit native to Peru, lucuma. But she prefers that in drinks or ice creams rather than on its own.
DRINKS | she’s pretty good about keeping hydrated with water when she’s working. smoothies, otherwise. you’ll almost always see her making a smoothie of sorts. soda on occasion.
ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES? | she’s a beer kind of gal, but she has a very distinct appreciation for rum and vodka.
SMOKES? | weed, when she was younger and had just escaped to solace. mostly to calm her nerves. she edged off it because it began to fuck with her focus.
DRUGS? | not for her.
DRIVERS LICENSE? | yes. when she felt like the heat was off her enough, she registered under “delia santiago” and got her license shortly after. helped her when she needed to get from home to work and back.
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tagging: anybody else who hasn’t done this yet!! if you see this on your dash, you have free reign to say i tagged you to do it! (only if you wanna complete it!)
Falling too fast, no it won’t overtake me A voice from the past echoes LOUD like a drum (oh, yes) No more goodbyes, though my heart is still aching Now open my eyes, one more time, Here I come
@voltaage [ RESCUE ] for one muse to just narrowly get saved by the other.
They were in Olympus. It was close to endgame now, with five squads left, including their own. And they’d been scattered apart from each other from a barrage by Gibby. Even though Delia had sustained a portion of the blast, she couldn’t outdo all of the damage, and had sustained a nasty hit. Forced to drop low ground with no idea where Wattson had been pushed to, Delia scurried to a corner outside Hammond Labs, just out of sight of the remaining squads. She was on her last leg, with no heals, in serious pain, and knew that if she compromise before she could reunite with her teammate, Natalie would be at a disadvantage--
What was that?
She heard the distinct sound of a pin pulled from a Frag grenade, and felt her stomach drop to her feet. Thudding footsteps were rushing her from around the bend on her right...
It felt like she watched it happen in slow motion, from out of her peripheral the grenade arced towards her, to land in her vicinity --
A thud from her left, and even from under her own helmet she felt static electricity raising the hair from the back of her neck. An arc of blue lightning struck out and absorbed the grenade, and Delia felt herself begin to replenish a little. She looked and saw a sniper peer from behind the Pylon, and a heavy shot strike their assailants. Gunshots echoed from behind that team, indicating they were engaged on and giving Delia and Natalie a moment.
Scorcher had never felt so damn relieved in her life.
“Nat--” Delia breathed, guiding her into the bushes. “Fuck-- Thank Christ you’re here. I really thought we were done for. This was the only cover I could find.”
voltaage:
Wattson’s expression slowly morphed into one of an apologetic manner. Like she had anything to be sorry about. Nervous fingers continued to fidget across her cheek before deciding to play and nudge at each other. The engineer’s baby blues also flicked away from her friend to stare at her fumbling digits. “It’s not an issue of comfort, it’s just a rather, well, sad story.” She gave a half hearted shrug before continuing. “My father passed the day of the Rings reveal. He was the only family I had, you see. So, I was very depressed…” Natalie’s forlorn tone gradually shifted into something a bit more fond and light as she continued her story. It was clear that the latter portion was something that warmed the young engineer’s heart. “Some of the Legends sought me out and reminded me that I had a family with them as well. So, I eventually joined the games, to protect them.”
Her gut was right - they were kindred spirits in that. She briefly remembered the last time she’d seen her father, just before he was hospitalized. How tired he was. She wondered if Wattson underwent the same - the dread knotting in the pit of her stomach when the news was given.
It was rare she got to sympathize with someone like this. It was rare to have such a deep talk like this to begin with, but life seemed to settle the day the Syndicate welcomed Scorcher to their ranks... and as much as Delia approached her new “co-workers” with immediate distrust, she felt she could let her guard down just.. a little around Natalie.
When Natalie’s tone shifted, she could see her face brighten. Delia’s smile remained, but more gentler this time.
“That’s sweet of them - I’m glad you found friends that treated you right in this bloodsport. I’ve noticed some of you are pretty close, just in passing.”
Delia hesitated, leaning back once more in her seat and folded her arms. “...I know what it’s like to lose a parent. I lost my dad too, when I was younger. Got sick.”
All she needs to know.
//
my writing partner: hey i kinda ship our muses!
me, an angst writer: haha are you sure about that?
DARKER THRILLING PROMPTS
content warning for themes of violence, gore, death, horror and general dark themes as stated in title. obviously these can be used for any context but i figured i’d provide some content for spooky season. ♡
ANTAGONIST
“ did you really think you could hide from me? ”
“ no one is coming to save you. ”
“ now, i’m gonna have to kill you. but i won’t let it hurt. i promise you that much. ”
“ what? crying already? ”
“ keep your goddamn mouth shut! ”
“ oh, don’t look at me like that. surely you’re used to being hurt by now. i always pick the damaged ones. ”
“ damn— you’re a really fucking fast runner you know that? ”
“ it’s so cute that you think you’re going to survive. ”
“ you can scream all you want. no one will hear you. ”
“ i’ve been planning this for so long. ”
“ oh yes, i remember now. i had so much fun killing that one. ”
“ i really wish you hadn’t said that... ”
“ well shit. i didn’t want you to see this— blood really isn’t my color. ”
“ i’m warning you to walk away now. forget you saw this. ”
“ if i see you again, i’ll take your eyes. ”
“ don’t give up now, i’m just getting started. ”
“ i was hoping you’d put up a fight. ”
“ stop squirming— it will hurt less. ”
“ you’re not getting out of this. ”
“ i’m afraid it has to be this way. ”
“ it was always going to end like this. just accept your fate. ”
“ i really don’t like having to do this. please don’t make it harder. ”
“ just let go, feel the life draining away. it’ll be peaceful. ”
“ shh it’ll all be over soon. ”
“ oh, you’re going to be a fun one to take apart. ”
[ INTIMIDATE ] for one muse to use gentleness in a threatening manner ( stroking their face or hair etc ).
[ CRUEL ] for one muse to threaten the other by putting a hand around their throat without fully choking them.
[ TRAPPED ] for one muse to wake up bound to chair.
[ GROUP ] for both our muses to wake up, bound and about to be tortured.
[ KNIFE ] for one muse to stab the other.
[ BULLET ] for one muse to shoot the other.
[ CRACK ] for one muse to break the other’s bone ( feel free to specify location ).
[ BRUISE ] for one muse to punch the other.
[ CAUGHT ] for one muse to discover the other in the act of killing someone.
[ LATE ] for one muse to discover the other after they just killed someone.
[ QUIET ] for one muse to menacingly put a finger over their mouth to indicate the other to hush.
[ WHISPER ] for one muse to put their finger over the others mouth while intimidating them.
TARGET/WITNESS
“ why are you doing this to me? ”
“ what the fuck do you want from me?! ”
“ i swear to god i’ll shoot! ”
“ what the fuck is wrong with you? ”
“ i’ll do whatever you want, it doesn’t have to be like this. ”
“ why are you like this? what happened to you? ”
“ please— help me— ”
“ i think i’m dying— fuck i’m gonna die… ”
“ i can’t keep running. ”
“ please, stop— ”
“ go to hell you fucking bastard! ”
“ i won’t cry for you. ”
“ hurt me all you want, i won’t let you break me. ”
“ go fuck yourself. ”
“ oh, i don’t think you’re misunderstood. i just think you’re a little bitch who only gets off when they’re hurting people. ”
“ newsflash asshole, we’re all fucked up. you don’t see me going around killing anyone over it. ”
“ what did you do? what the hell did you just do? ”
“ you said you wouldn’t do this anymore. ”
“ enough! just. stop. ”
“ okay, you’re really starting to freak me out this isn’t funny anymore. ”
“ just leave me alone! ”
“ we have to keep running— ”
“ get the fuck outta here, it’s not safe! ”
“ we can’t hide here forever. ”
“ who’s after you? ”
“ don’t leave me here! ”
[ DEFEND ] for one muse to fight back against the other.
[ LOGIC ] for one muse to try and reason with an antagonist.
[ FLEE ] for one muse to witness the other do something violent and immediately run away.
[ LIVE ] for one muse to be injured by an antagonist and barely survive.
[ HELP ] for one muse to stumble upon the other after getting attacked.
[ SURVIVE ] for one muse to have to leave the other behind to run from an antagonist.
[ GRIEF ] for one muse to watch the other get hurt/killed.
[ PURSUIT ] for one muse to chase the other.
[ SURPRISE ] for one muse to grab the other from behind, hand over their mouth but with the intent to help them hide.
[ COLLIDE ] for one muse to run into the other’s arms after fleeing from an attacker.
[ AID ] for one muse to find the other in shock, hiding from something or someone.
[ RESCUE ] for one muse to just narrowly get saved by the other.
i just wanna write about delia finally getting to open up about herself
