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Muse as a Deity

Rules: think carefully about your character and their development through their journey (canon or oc ) within their story. Fill out the chart and tag whoever you want! Repost, don’t reblog.

Tagged by: Nobody, but @iron-hardt asked me to do it.

Deity of: Victory, strength, the sun

Associated with: Battles where an underdog or weaker troop secures victory. Bright days with no clouds in sight. The surge of adrenaline that comes with successfully completing a complicated task or duty. 

Sacred plants: Sunflower, gladiolus, laurel leaves

Sacred stones | gems: Alexandrine and jade

Sacred animals: Cats of all sizes, turtles

Colors: Gold and steel blue

Foods: Large feasts, dried meats

Scents: Light floral scents, the smell of iron, smoke

Accepted offerings | ways to honor: A yellow or gold ribbon tied around the pommel of a sword. Helping a turtle to find their way. Leaving innocents out of battle zones. Honoring a fallen soldier’s sacrifice. Basking in sunshine on a cloudless day and giving thanks.

Tagging: Anyone who wants to.

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iron-hardt‌:

It’s quiet in the East wing at this time of day, and the locker room is virtually silent save for the echoing splash of water on ceramic tile. The pressure this far from the boiler room leaves much to be desired, but inexplicably the water is hot enough to almost hurt as it rinses the residue of the day’s work off of his taut, tanned skin and in the face of that particular kind of bliss much can be forgiven. He’s too distracted to really notice anyway, his eyes tracing the swirl of soapy grey water across the chilly white tiles as he absently scrubs himself clean. His mind is somewhat further away, though; roughly ten feet away, to be exact, where his phone rests on a wooden bench beside the heap of his hastily discarded coveralls. His thoughts are still thoroughly occupied by that delightful little surprise Zelda had offered him, captivated as much by her brazenness as he was by the sinuous curves and bulges of her naked, muscular body.

The gaze he casts over at the phone is almost longing as he wonders, idly, whether she actually plans on joining him.

Zelda knows that few people choose to actually shower in the East wing showers. The pressure isn’t good enough for what feels like a deep clean, despite the temperature that makes up for it. Honestly, he’s chosen the perfect spot.

It’s with a strange sort of confidence that she moves into the locker room and immediately begins to disrobe. Her shoes are first, nudged absently up against a wall to be found later, even as the echo of the shower guides her to her destination. She spots his coveralls and immediately pulls her shirt off, tossing it next to his coveralls. Her phone is dropped, carefully, onto her shirt before her leggings come off, her eyes already moving to the giant man washing himself alone.

There’s an almost smile on her lips as she steps over to him, her eyes on his, for the moment, confident and unashamed. She doesn’t wince as the heat of the water touches her skin, instead moving to him and then letting her eyes trail down his chest before darting back up to his face, her grin growing.

“You got started without me.”

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Discord username, for when the inevitable happens, idk. Either way, add me if you’d like, just let me know who you are, please!

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Discord username, for when the inevitable happens, idk. Either way, add me if you’d like, just let me know who you are, please!

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Definitely both.

Fun Christmas idea:

Hang mistletoe but instead of kissing you have to FIGHT whoever else is under it

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Zelda Reinhardt

Send a Ship | Accepting

(This is done with @iron-hardt in mind, for the record.)

Who is a night owl: Zelda

Who is a morning person: Reinhardt

Are they cuddlers: Yes

Who is the big spoon: They take turns

Who is the little spoon: They take turns

What is their favourite sleeping position: Zelda will use Reinhardt for a pillow any chance she gets, so something where she is laying on him.

Who steals all the blankets: Zelda

What they wear to bed: Usually nothing

Who likes seeing the other wearing their t-shirt: Reinhardt tried it once and ripped one of Zelda’s shirts. She laughed for a very long time. But she wears his often.

Who falls asleep mid-conversation: Neither

Who wakes up in the middle of the night with nightmares: Reinhardt

Who accidentally punched the other in their sleep: Both probably

Who can’t keep their hands to themself: Both

Who said “I love you” first: Zelda

Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background: Zelda

Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror: Zelda (but it’s always shit like ‘don’t forget I can always beat you’)

Who buys the other cheesy gifts: Reinhardt

Who initiated the first kiss: It’s hard to say

Who kisses the other awake in the morning: Reinhardt

Who starts tickle fights: Both

Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower: Neither asks, they just do it

Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch: Both

Who was nervous and shy on the first date: Neither (they don’t know how to be shy)

Who kills/takes out the spiders: Zelda

Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk: Both

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Tapping the woman on the shoulder with the cool beer, Raiden fave a soft smile as he held the two bottles between his fingers. "Care to join me? I hate to drink alone." Raiden-overwatch-security

Zelda felt the cold before the rest of the information hit her, and it took her a moment to realize that the cold was a bottle of beer. She looked over her shoulder, pausing the music so that she could hear the other man. A smile lit up her face before she nodded, standing.

“Sounds good. You have more than two bottles, yes? It is a pain to repeatedly get up and get more.”

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Send a ship & I will answer....

Who is a night owl:

Who is a morning person:

Are they cuddlers:

Who is the big spoon:

Who is the little spoon:

What is their favourite sleeping position:

Who steals all the blankets:

What they wear to bed:

Who likes seeing the other wearing their t-shirt:

Who falls asleep mid-conversation:

Who wakes up in the middle of the night with nightmares:

Who accidentally punched the other in their sleep:

Who can’t keep their hands to themself:

Who said “I love you” first:

Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background:

Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror:

Who buys the other cheesy gifts:

Who initiated the first kiss:

Who kisses the other awake in the morning:

Who starts tickle fights:

Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower:

Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch:

Who was nervous and shy on the first date:

Who kills/takes out the spiders:

Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk:

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❥      NON - SEXUAL   ACTS   OF   DOMINANCE . 

feel free to edit or elaborate as you please .   ( add  ‘ reverse ‘  to your message if you’d like to see how my muse would perform the action ) . otherwise , send in one of these for my muse’s reaction to   …

[ lit ]  your muse lighting a cigarette , spliff , etc. for mine . 

[ order ]  your muse ordering for mine at a restaurant or bar .

[ guide ]  your muse putting a hand on mine’s back to lead them .

[ pay ]  your muse paying for mine at a store , bar , restaurant , etc . ( you can specify where or for what . )

[ open ]  your muse opening a door for mine .

[ dry ]  your muse drying mine off with a towel after a shower , bath , swimming , etc . 

[ instruct ]  your muse giving mine instructions / telling them what to do . 

[ groom ]  your muse adjusting mine’s appearance , such as straightening a tie , fixing their hair , or buttoning their shirt for them , etc . 

[ direct ]  your muse taking mine by the chin and telling them to look yours in the eye .

[ disagree ]  your muse sternly telling mine  ‘ no ‘ .

[ rest ]  your muse resting their arm over mine’s shoulder / s .

[ clean ]  your muse cleaning a smudge of something off mine’s cheek , forehead , etc .   feel free to specify what and how . 

[ answer ]  your muse answering a question meant for mine . 

[ coat ]   your muse holds mine’s coat out for them while they put it on .

[ pilot ]  your muse taking mine by the arm , hand , shoulder , etc . to lead them . 

[ stare ]  your muse staring mine down . 

[ placement ]  your muse telling mine to sit down .

[ teach ]  your muse taking control of mine’s hand , arm , hips , etc . to make sure they do something correctly .  

[ patience ]  your muse telling mine to be patient .

[ tears ]  your muse wiping away mine’s tears .

[ swat ]  your muse swatting mine’s hand away from something they’re not supposed to touch .  

[ jewelry  ]  your muse clasping a piece of jewelry for mine , such as a necklace , or earrings . 

[ enough ]  your muse commanding mine to stop talking . 

[ retrieve ]  your muse requesting or ordering mine to retrieve them something .

[ invite ]  your muse inviting mine to sit on their lap .

[ lean ]  your muse inviting mine to lean into their side while they’re sitting or laying together . 

[ calm ]   your muse telling mine to  ‘ just breathe ‘ .

[ scold ]  your muse scolding mine for something .

[ comfort ]  your muse pulling mine into a reassuring hug .

[ approval ]  your muse complimenting mine on a choice they’ve made .

[ beckon ]  your muse beckoning mine to them without speaking . 

[ laces ]  your muse lacing , tying , or zipping something for mine , such as shoes , a dress , or a jacket , etc .

[ stay ]  your muse telling mine to stay in the car . 

[ defend ]  your muse defending mine’s reputation , dignity , or safety for them . 

[ feed ]  your muse feeding mine something , feel free to specify what .

[ volume ]  your muse demanding mine speak louder .

[ read ]  your muse reading something to mine .

[ refill ]  your muse refilling mine’s glass for them . 

[ possessive ]  your muse resting their hand on mine’s leg or the small of their back while they’re sitting beside each other . 

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Watching as his opponent increased their pace raiden resigned to the idea of stopping her. Increasing his own pace, if he couldn’t stop her, he would use her momentum against her.

“Do you want the honest answer?” Raiden mused as he side stepped the womans charge. Jumping in Raiden grasped at her waist, his arms wrapped around her as he attempted to shift her weight enough to pull the woman off balance. “I found the crusaders to be cocky and arrogant.”

Zelda felt his arms around her waist and grunted, shifting her weight to keep her balance. She brought her elbow up to his face, not meaning to cause severe or permanent damage, just enough to get him off of her. The shift of balance would make her have to sacrifice her attack, but it was worth it. His words did make her laugh, however, loudly and openly.

“You would not be the first! Most Crusaders carry a degree of arrogance with them. I suppose they give you that when you get your armor.”

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“Mhm… that they can. Besides, I think we’ve earned just a small vacation to ourselves. At the very least. Although, don’t you think we can do a little more than just lie around in bed all day?”

Kellan pressed a soft, bearded kiss to Zelda’s neck and began creeping upward to her cheek and finally her lips. He lingered there for a moment before retreating back into the crook of her neck.

A soft noise of pleasure escaped Zelda as she tilted her head toward him to receive the kiss to her lips. She kissed him back, gentle and soft, until he shifted back to her neck. She chuckled softly, one hand shifting to run through his hair.

“Perhaps we can. What did you have in mind?”

Relaxation (Closed RP)

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Raiden only scowled as she stopped him in his tracks, shoving him back again like nothing. Unimpressed he stared at her; his eyes fixed on her form as Zelda took slow deliberate step towards him. Even at a similar height raiden felt small in comparison.

“I spent some time in Germany while in the military. A bit more in my self protection days.” Raiden replied taking his own steps toward the woman. “I’ve met a few I’m bars and on bases.”

“Well, that does make sense.” Zelda talked easily as she picked up speed, her steps increasing to a run. This time, she swung her morning star at him from the side, activating her shield at a smaller scale to also ram him from the front. “Crusaders do love their drink. Tell me, how did you get along with them, hm? I am always curious to hear how others see the Crusaders outside of battle.”

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[con’t]

[SMS] tsk. Good hunters wait, you know.

[SMS] it’s only the bad ones who chase. 

[SMS] East wing locker room in about 10 minutes, by the way.

[ SMS : Reinhardt ] Now who’s impatient?

Even as she sends the text message, Zelda is quickly putting on a pair of leggings and an oversized t-shirt to make her way down the hallway toward the east wing.

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[ SMS : Reinhardt ] I’m not opposed to lending a hand, should you... desire it. I hate waiting.

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[send noodz] accepting

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"out of the way, let me try."

Bioshock Starters | Accepting

He is not the first to try to step up and attempt to ‘help’ her, nor will he be the last. This man, new to her, with his large form and matching personality is a unique suit on a very familiar man. At least, this is her first impression. With an expression that exaggerates her willingness to let him assist, she steps out of the way, crossing broad arms over her chest and watching him. A few strands of blond have fallen from her ponytail and a sheen of sweat covers her form.

He is in a similar state, Zelda observes as he steps forward to lift the weights she has set for herself. His hair has flyaways as well and he is also coated in a sheen of sweat. But he is taller than her, larger than her, and can, more than likely, lift the weight she has set. She’s not sure what’s possessed him to come over to attempt this, but she’s willing to let him. After all, a solo workout is only so much fun, and Crusaders are meant to work together.

She’s new to this group, still an unproven outsider. Zelda knows she has to prove her worth - especially as one of the few women in their ranks. She knows there are others, ones already proven worthy, but they are still outnumbered by the men. Physical feats of strength are still a man’s world for the most part. She pushes back her initial reactions to give him a chance. Just because the men she’s run into thus far have been disappointing does not mean the Crusader men will. Give them a chance.

“By all means. Show me what you have got, Löwe.”

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There’s a soft whine that she can’t help that escapes her as she settles fully on top of him, his impressive length fully inside her. She knows that no matter how long she rides him, how long she meets her release, the feeling of being so full will never truly go away. 

His words make her chuckle and she looks at him with a slight smirk as she shifts, only slightly upward, the wet drag of her lips sliding over every centimeter of his hard cock. She tilts her head, her hair falling over one shoulder, barely grazing her nipple, hardening it beneath the touch.

“No, not really. I’m having a great time, but I wonder how much longer you can hold out. Also, I must admit, I am curious to know how hard you would fuck me if I gave you just the smallest bit of control back. Perhaps next time.”

It’s only when Zelda stops talking that she moves again, rising up slowly until only the head of him is left inside of her, and then she lowers herself again, her head falling back as she sighs her pleasure.

“Let me know if you change your mind, mein Löwe.”