#3objectives

[vilnt]

@3objectives - [ caress ] sender soothes a nervous receiver by stroking their hands up and down receiver's arms

NERVES WERE AT AN ALL-TIME HIGH, & she didn't know why. maybe it was the overbearing weight of war, the uncertainty of whether or not she'd ever see caitlyn again. ⸻ at least, that's what originally may have caused such unease. as vi stared at the enforcer, seeing her bloody & battered, there was a wave of relief; at least she's alive. though in the silence of observation, eyes darting in every which direction to find what else may have been lost, a sudden gentle feeling; the stroking of hands up & down muscled arms seemed to pull her from the trance.

❝ oh cait... ' the free hand ⸻ one that connected to the once dislocated shoulder, came up to gently cup the side of caitlyn's wounded face, a thumb softly grazing across the skin. ❝ your eye... '

[ladysmaid]

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hi weeeest <3 i followed you because of cait, and now that i've gotten to know you and your tumblr presence better, there is so much more that i love! i actually had no idea you liked resident evil so much, i was so happy when you showed me your multi with chris and ethan and i can't wait to bother more of your muses. you notice so many little details that most people miss, and your headcanons, even just about little things like a tattoo behind cait's ear, make her so uniquely yours and i love it. <3

[knowthingsmoved]

the pair lay on the floor of her apartment, backs against a p l u s h rug. arms and legs are flown about, fallen into comfortable positions as they'd settled on the floor. after all, there was something about laying on the floor that often made everything more c l e a r . emery's cheek presses into the carpet as she turns to look to caitlyn, listening to her speak, a soft smile tugging at the corner of her lips. they'd been spending a lot of time together lately, and she had to admit, she as getting used to it.

“ don't stop talking to me ... ” she says in a l u l l in the conversation, a sincerity in her voice despite the humor. dark eyes flit from cait's face to her nearby hand. maybe it was the comfort of the evening, maybe it was the liquid courage in her veins. she reaches out, lacing her fingers with the other woman's before meeting her gaze again. “ maybe stay here forever, ” she adds, quirking a brow with an amusement to her smile.

@3objectives / gracie abrams starter / song : packing it up

[knowthingsmoved]

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do i ship our characters together?: yes | no | not yet but maybe soon

would i like to ship with you?: yes | maybe, i'm willing to try | no

type of relationship i could see: childhood or high school sweethearts | exes | engaged | married | long-term relationship | crushes | unrequited love | fling | long distance | online relationship | just dating | new relationship | toxic lovers | friends with benefits

tropes i'd enjoy writing for them: friends to lovers | enemies to lovers | exes to lovers | fake relationship / dating | forbidden love | grumpy and sunshine | star-crossed lovers | surprise pregnancy | second chance | soulmates | amnesia / mistaken identity | forced proximity | secret relationship | slow burn relationship

would i rather plot first or jump right in and see where it goes?: develop their relationship first | jump right in | something in between

what now?: let's plot something | send me shippy memes | i'll send you shippy memes | write me a random starter | i'll write you a random starter

anything else i want you to know about me / my character / my shipping habits: i they have a lot of potential for sure so if you ever want to plot it hmu otherwise we can also wing it as we see how they develop in threads and memes ! ♡

[med4rda]

@3objectives ﹕ ❛ i just wanted to say thank you for protecting me. ❜

she   realizes   in   many   ways,   she might've saved caitlyn's   life   from her mother,   whilst her eye had paid the   sacrifice,   she was alive     ⸻     breathing.   it counted for something but thinking back on it,   she couldn't help but only feel   loss.   she knew the things her mother could do,   she had been to war many times,   won countless times.   had she suspected her own   daughter   to be her own downfall   ?   the very child she taught to be the   wolf.   she isn't sure,   but knowing her mother was dead because of her,   it leaves an   emptiness.   eyes shift,   looking at the younger woman with a small smile.   ❛   of  course   …   i  couldn't   stand   to  see  you  die.   i  wouldn't  let  my  mother   win.   ❜   reaching out,   she gently puts a hand on caitlyn's shoulder,   squeezing   for a moment.   if only she had been able to save her mother,   if she was able to shield her as well.   guilt slowly eats at her from the inside out.   ❛   how  are  you   ?   are  you   adjusting   well   ?   ❜

[knowthingsmoved]

[ GUIDE ]: in the process of guiding the receiver through a crowded place, the sender’s hand protectively grazes against the small of their back

emery liked to see herself as the leader rather than the led, but in this case she eagerly allows caitlyn to guide her in the right direction. she surely could have figured it out own her own, but likely with several misdirections first. the pair maneuvers through the crow, the hand on her shoulder guiding her slowly d r i f t s down. the hand ultimately resting at the small of her back, caitlyn walking a bit closer than before as she guides her out of a side door.

as they make it out the door, she's moves slowly, curious as to seeing how long the hand would remain on her lower back. she sighs in relief as they make it outside, finally free of the packed bodies. “ oh, fresh air ... i missed you, ” she says, taking in a deep, dramatic breath.. she walks further out of the building, tilting head back and looking up to the sky. dark eyes f l u t t e r shut as she sighs. “ i stand by choosing to go out tonight ... but maybe we should have gone somewhere less popular. ”

@3objectives / prompts that make me go 👀

[officrnolen-a]

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Send in 📜 and I’ll use this incorrect quotes generator using your muse and my muse.

Caitlyn: As you know I keep a list of all my friends in order of how likely they are to betray me. Maddie: Where am I on the list? Caitlyn: Well I can’t tell you that because then you’ll quickly move up or down depending on your reaction.

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Caitlyn: This bloodline ends with me. Maddie: That's the fanciest way I've ever heard someone say "I'm gay".

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Caitlyn: As top in this relationship, I think we should- Maddie: I can't believe you're pulling rank on me.

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Caitlyn: Our relationship is strictly professional. Maddie, sitting on Caitlyn’s lap: Absolutely. Only on business.

[viszeralis]

@3objectives sent: ❝ it’s time for things to change. ❞

Change can be good, change is necessary - but in Vi's experience change is also fucking scary. It usually comes with a shitton of violence and almost certain loss; loss of a loved one, loss of community, loss of any resemblance of normalcy or any remnants of what your life was like up until then. She would like to say that she isn't afraid of change, but so far everytime someone she cared for fought for change, she lost them. One way or another - to someone's bullet, or to themselves. (And everytime she fought for it, it somehow came around to bite her in the ass.)

It has been time for things to change for as long a she remembers. Growing up in crime-riddled streets taught her nothing if not that injustice runs deeper than anything else in Piltover and Zaun, almost as if it's a part of the very fabric that makes up civilization. No matter who's in charge or who people look to, the suffering never ends. There are always those who are forgotten, neglected and exploited and the only change that seems to come around is that every now and then their shitty hands are dealt anew.

"What if we're incapable of change?" Vi responds without turning to Caitlyn, her eyes fixed on the flames dancing in the fireplace. She doesn't mean to dampen the optimism, but tonight doubt and exhaustion win the match. "Nothing ever changes." Not for the better, not for long. "All we do is lose, even when we win."

Vi brings a hand up to rub her face. "Sorry.. I need a nap or, something."