Jan 5, 2019
CABOT FOLLOWED ME ON MY PERSONAL, IM--
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CABOT FOLLOWED ME ON MY PERSONAL, IM--
"I'm not saying you're an idiot, I'm just saying a smarter person would have seen that coming."
poke the bear and you’ll get mauled — ACCEPTING
Oh, if looks could kill.
Prim had shown up a bit late, mostly recuperating from a bad night of fighting. She’d avoiding dipping into it too much, just explaining she had her first run-in with Gotham’s legendary Dark Knight. Her face, no matter how much she’d tried to hide it, was blossoming with bruises and an open cut under her right eye.
❝Bite me, Dent. It’s not my fault I was already reeling from the blows to the gut and being thrown against a wall. He had to have seen the bandages over my cheek, he just chose to ignore it. That damn Bat caught me when I wasn’t well enough to finish the fight, and he hit me right where it was obvious I was hurt. Not like you’d understand.❞
guardian
stay away from her! — ACCEPTING
What had gone wrong? Why would he hurt her?
He wouldn’t. He would.
Prim had walked away for just a moment. Long enough for Him to lung at her sister. Eden’s scream forced her back; she tackled her sister out of the way and sent her to get help while Prim would attempt to subdue Him.
Key word: attempt.
He punched her and it was almost enough to break her jaw. What He didn’t know is that she’d been hit with brass knuckles dozens of times, and the broken jaw that she’d faced from that resulted in metal plating. She fought back, headbutting Him as hard she can, dizzying herself in the process.
Falling back, she was face to face with Big Bad Harv, and what would happen next was His decision.
❛ Hey- ow- knock it off! UGH- will you stop it? WILL YOU STOP IT? ❜
Bioshock Infinite Starters — ACCEPTING
Prim grinned coldly at Harvs, continuing her rain of M&Ms at them.
She’d challenged them to see who could catch more of the candies in their mouths, and they’d initially declined. However, with enough whining, you can make any man bend to your will.
And thus, Harvs and Prim are locked into a contest of snack eating via throwing the treats at each other.
❝Nope! You have to catch at least 3 more to beat me! You set the minimum at 15, and I’m at 16 already! You’re behind and can’t quit until you have caught the minimum!❞
‘ you wanna hurt me? go right ahead if it makes you feel any better. i’m an easy target. ’
emotional starters — ACCEPTING
That statement hit her like a bullet. Why would they be so passive? So almost kind?
Why do they care how she’s feeling?
❝Are you feelin’ alright? Did they pump you full of hallucinogens?❞
Prim took a step back, unable to meet the eyes of the being before her. She looked for her sister, hoping for an escape. No such luck – the doc had disappeared, most likely having to deal with Hugo Strange. Shit. She took to being defensive, attempting to mask the discomfort and anxiety they were bringing her.
❝You’d probably snap my neck the moment I got close enough. I’m not stupid. You tried to hurt Eden, and she’s done nothing but help you. You’d kill me, considering the amount of misery I bring you. Right?❞
MONSTROUS MISTAKE :0000
What happened to you!? — ACCEPTING
❝Good God, Harvs, what the hell!❞
She hadn’t meant to find him like that. She saw him running and panicked, worried about him. By the time she caught up and turned the corner, she saw nothing more than a massive figure, inhuman and terrifying.
Realer than any monster she’d ever faced.
Much realer.
Of course, when she heard her dear friend’s voice, she wasn’t sure what to make of it. Him? A monster? Why and how?
❝You’ve been..that..for how long and you never said a word? Seriously, Dent! That’s so fuckin’ cool!❞
19. — locked out
fluffy bullshit? hell yea! — ALWAYS ACCEPTING
Headcanons for Prim and Harvs, involving one, the other or both being locked out of a random location, determined by who is being locked out.
Prim
Most likely, she’s being locked out of Arkham. Setting this pre-release Harvs, it’s probably because she’s upset them and therefore had to leave
Makes up for it by sending Harvs lots of those chocolate coins
It’s an attempt to show she cares
This happens often
Harvs gets lots of gifts
And little notes saying she’s sorry
Next day is always a blast because she tries her hardest to make them laugh and generally be kind
Sometimes, it works
Laughter ensues
Prim looks forward to getting kicked out
It’s a good excuse to shower Harvs with nice things
Harvs
Flipside is post-release Harvs getting locked outta their house
And having nothing to pick the lock with
Time to call Prim
She gets the door open no problem, but insists on spending the rest of her day with her best friend
Best friends
It’s either make Harvey laugh or movie marathon with Harv
Whichever it is, it’s a good time
Lots of good friendship
Both
Ho boy
Two drunken idiots trying their best to get into Prim’s place
And Prim accidentally locked her keys inside
Harvs probs busts the door down
“Thanks. Now, I have to replace the fucking door”
“Oh shut up, you weren’t gonna do it”
Senseless arguing
Which ends in laughter
Honestly, just
them
spending time together like friends do
And Prim snuggling up to Harvs because she’s fuckin outta it and needs the affection
It’s great
Just don’t let it happen too often
1. When did you create your muse? and 2. Where did you find inspiration for your muse?
20 asks for OC writers — ACCEPTING
1. When did you create your muse?
God, it was ages ago. Probably about a year or so back, when I really got back into Left 4 Dead 2. I was playing with the idea of who the survivors that wrote on the walls were, and started theorizing on how many survivors were actually still out there.
Truth be told, Prim didn’t start her life as the arsonist we all know and love today. At the start, I wanted to create a scientist who helped engineer the Green Flu virus and was trying to make a cure. This scientist was hiding out in the swamps when the playable group found her. I scrapped the idea, thinking it was a little too out there for the game.
Still trying to create something, I went with the idea of the zombie apocalypse being a sim and this one civilian’s gear was glitched, forcing her to realize she was being held hostage with 4 other people and she desperately attempted to get them to discover the truth too. Again, a concept I scrapped. Too convoluted.
Finally, I landed on the idea of a second con in the group who would meld into this group perfectly; a lady who could counter Nick’s own harshness with a bite of her own, would stand up for Ellis and be his friend, and work hard to keep the trust of Coach and Rochelle while also giving them a few laughs to remind them that life is worth living, even in this hell.
It took me up until about 4 months ago to actually create a solid image and name for my con. I have a deep love for the molotovs of the Left 4 Dead universe, and when my family and I play together, I’m the only one allowed to take them for usage. It was that fact that I used to make Prim the arsonist. I gave her pyromania as a means of explanation for her obsession with fire, and everything just came to me from there. Her name was the last thing I came up with, but it was all carefully chosen once I decided on who she was and how she fit into the apocalypse.
2. Where did you find inspiration for your muse?
Honestly? My own gameplay style, enjoyment of fire and some of my habits. Also, Deadpool and Nick.
Like I said, I wanted someone who could and would not take any shit from anyone, and Nick is the game’s main offender. So, in Deadpool fashion, I gave Prim some violent means of shutting a person up as well as the sarcastic quips she shoots the con in white down with.
My personal flair with her was her passion for the molotov (my personal favorite throwable object in Left 4 Dead), love of the firework (again, a favorite item of mine) and her sassiness (more concentrated than my own). It wasn’t entirely on purpose to put so much of myself into her, but it happened and people actually responded really well to it. It made her seem “rather natural, genuine”, which is the goal with writing any character.