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Mira hadn't noticed the man at first, but now that she had, she stopped. She gave him a quick once over, trying to place where she thought she'd seen him before. She couldn't quite recall where, though this wasn't really of any concern to her. She wouldn't have survived as long as she had if she wasn't able to hold her own against some wiry bandit.

"Got a starin' problem, sweetheart?" The smirk pulling at her lips was the only real indication that she bore no ill-intent.

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((Okay, so, for anyone who doesn't follow me on my Bad Maw blog, I owe an explanation ^^;

I went on a temporary hiatus for my mental health. Buuuut I'm back now.))

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((MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY HOLIDAYS TO ALL OF MY DARLING FOLLOWERS <3))

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Sawyer laughed, eyes rolling up and head tilting back slightly in an attempt to look at the hand on his head.

"You're weird." He ducked out from under Deimos' hand, drifting closer to Nikolai. "I was talking to Uncle Nika. You're not s'pose to interrupt, you know. Mom says it's not nice."

“Six.”  Nikolai nodded, a ghost of a smile upturning the corners of his mouth, amused and bemused at Sawyer’s protest.  “Of course, volchonok.  My mistake.” 

The nomad was about to launch into an epic retelling of bear hunting on Thurisaz 9 with his father, way back when he was a we little spark himself, perhaps, he would admit, only in part because the boy sounded genuinely excited, and part because he truly enjoyed the role of the badass, awe-inspiring uncle.  Deimos, had, however, been ignored for far too long, which was somewhere around ten minutes before his jealousy sent him ambling over to Sawyer on all fours, tongue lolling out of his nasty mouth like a happy skag. “Why?!”  He whined, easily palming the kid’s head in his huge hand, “issss none play with me?” 

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((Well, Merry fucking Christmas to me.

So, my car got stuck in my dad's front yard because of the rain. Waited until today to try and get it out because it's 19 degrees outside. Ground should be frozen, right? Not so much.

Finally got it outta the yard with some help from the neighbor. While getting it out, my radiator got fucked up. Don't know what exactly is wrong with it - I just know there's smoke coming through the vents and it's leaking some sort of fluid. Dad's at work right now. Dunno if he's even going to bother getting it fixed. If he doesn't... I honestly don't know what I'm gonna do. I can't see him helping me get a new car - he pretty much said fuck off in that respect when he got himself a second car instead of helping me out like he said he would. 

Either way, I'm back at my dad's for an indefinite amount of time. Fuck this sucks.))

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(((Gooot bored and drew Mira. Because I can.

I am aware that there are probably hundreds of inaccuracies with the gun. I don't claim to know a damn thing about them. Didn't even bother to shade the damn thing >.>)))

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zeke-the-wildmutt replied to your post:zeke-the-wildmutt answered: sounds like a good...

Well it wouldn’t be a quick process like that. it would also bring a chance to have other rpers come and try to comfort and help her through it. it may also bring way to a sexuality with women if you want to go that route.

((Oh no, I'm well aware that it would be a long recovery process. 

Idk, considering she'd be terrified of men and most of the characters around are male. She's been able to protect herself against potential rape several times - people have tried but she always fought them off. But if Bad Maw succeeded, her confidence in her ability to protect herself would shatter. If he could do it, who's to say anyone else couldn't do it?

And she's already pansexual - meaning she'll have sex with anyone regardless of their gender or gender identity.

I'm sorta thinking about doing it as an AU thing, but I don't know how many people would be willing to participate in an AU??))

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zeke-the-wildmutt answered: sounds like a good route to explore on the deep end part. I would really like to see how she brings herself back from it all

((That's one of the things I'm worried about - that she won't bring herself back.

She would hit rock bottom. She'd become an alcoholic and probably addicted to Eridium. She'd be terrified of men even touching her - being surrounded by men in her camp would probably leave her paranoid. She'd neglect Sawyer - not on purpose, but she just wouldn't want to do anything. She would possibly even hand Sawyer over to James or Nika to care for because she would realize she just wasn't fit to do so anymore. And honestly that might just make her put a gun in her mouth.

Of course, she's also a strong-willed and stubborn character. She was able to push through four years without her son. Given, she developed a sex addiction in attempting to cope. I'm not entirely sure she'd view suicide as an option. And she'd never completely recover from it - just learn to cope.))

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phasewalkin answered: If it’s for character development, go for it. Just make sure to tag it, please?

((Oh most definitely. I try to tag everything. But that's a really sensitive subject, so I'd make sure there would be trigger warnings.))

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((I’d like your guys’ input on something!

I’m considering letting Bad Maw have a go at Mira. It would be noncon, and they’d both come out for the worse. Mira would end up shooting him in the dick. While Doc Mercy and health hypos would fix him up to a degree, he’d never be able to have sex ever again. Which would also mean no more rape. And honestly, with the way Bad Maw is, that’d be worse punishment than death.

Mira, however, would go off the fucking deep end. She’d start drinking, start doing Eridium, be terrified of men even touching her, probably neglect her son and even become suicidal. She might be able to cope eventually, but it’d be a long process and I’m not 100% sure I wanna put her through that.

Thoughts?))

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Mira couldn't help but grin a little at the man's enthusiasm. Crazy or not, it was obvious he really did care about the Thresher. In a way, it was almost endearing. Almost.

She looked at him, eyebrows high on her forehead, as he practically laid his head in her lap to reach the keys. Had it been anyone else, she probably would have shoved his face into the dash. But she didn't believe he'd done it to be a pervert - she wasn't even sure if he really liked sex. Or had ever had it, for that matter. Only one way to find out, she supposed.

She kicked her feet up onto the console, a smirk playing at her lips. Her skirt slipped back slightly, exposing about an inch of her thighs. 

"You don't really understand the concept of danger, do you? I'm guessing Smoky is another Thresher, then?"

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Gasping, he practically lit up when she agreed to come with him, a big, stupid grin spreading across his face.   

“Super! Really, you won’t regret it, I promise.   Awesome, I mean this is just really and truly awesome.”  Mira was the first person who had agreed to go with him down into the Cauldron to see the tentacled behemoth, and the scientist-turned-bandit was thrilled, just thrilled to see how Cuddles would handle other people.  He tactfully kept his thoughts from her as he opened the door for the lady, literally bouncing with excitement where he stood, sprinting around the front of the vehicle and diving into the driver’s seat beside her.  “If we’re really lucky, we might even get to see Smoky too.  You can’t pet him, I mean, I’ve never been able to, he’s not as tame as Cuddles, but he won’t rip your limbs off.  Probably.  Probably definitely.  It’s just, he’s not tame enough, and always leaps away and…” Raz patted at the pocket of his coat, then his pants, coat pockets again, then cursed under his breath.  “Oh, right!”   He leaned over, his head practically buried in the nomad’s lap, to liberate the keys from the glove box.  “Durrr.  Forgot where I left ‘em.  Sorry.” 

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Headcannon 13

Family Headcannon

Mira is the second-oldest child in her family. Her parents were typical people, and the family was considered middle class. They had enough money for what they needed and a little left over for frivolous spending. They didn't really believe in physical discipline, not like it would have helped Mira anyway. She was misbehaved from the beginning - a bully as a child who would push any kid into the dirt that she could. As a teenager, she got involved in gang life. Her father (Peyton) was more in favor of stricter punishment, but her mother (Kelsey) always went against him, for fear of Mira hating them. A year or two after Mira went missing, the two divorced. Kelsey was furious with Peyton because he was relieved to be rid of his incredibly ill-behaved child. He refused to even speak of her, acting as though they'd never had Mira in the first place.

Mira had one brother, by the name of Hayden. He was a fairly average child, and the only sibling Mira actually got along with. She loved her brother, though frequently berated him for being "soft." Though her love for her brother didn't stop her from sleeping with his girlfriend while she was drunk - who now happens to be his wife. He was 28 when Mira went missing, which makes him about 38 now. He's got two kids of his own - two girls, one of whom he named after Mira. 

Cheyenne is the third youngest and the star child. She was a great student and perfectly-behaved. Mira hated her goody-goody act. She frequently started arguments and fistfights with her. In fact, one of her last fights with her sister landed Cheyenne in the hospital. Cheyenne was 20 when Mira disappeared, making her about 30 now. She's married with three children, two girls and a boy.

Mira's youngest sister was named Brianne (Bri for short.) She followed in Mira's footsteps, trying to imitate her in almost every way. She was 16 when Mira disappeared. However, she got into a fistfight with a fellow gang member and he pulled a knife on her. She died at the age of 18. 

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"I'm six," said Sawyer, offended in typical kid fashion that Nika thought he was five. He wasn't that little. But at the storm master's words, his eyes widened. "Woah. Did you really? That's so cool!" He paused, as if considering whether or not he trusted Nika enough to hear his next statement.

"I dunno why my mom doesn't let me shoot," he admitted. "Everyone's got a gun. Even her."

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Sawyer took a small step backward. He wasn't a very timid child, but the only one who ever really bothered to get on his level was Mira. He was a little surprised, or perhaps confused by the Nomad's actions - most of the men at the camp were eager to lord over him the fact that he was a bit runty.

"Yeah, they're cool," he said eagerly. "But my mom doesn't like me bein' around 'em."

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"Mmm, I'll make sure they test them out thoroughly for you," she said, smiling slightly. Of course, she hoped that they'd be using them to explode some Skags instead of in a clan war or against Hyperion. She turned away from him now, looking back at the part of the camp where her son and Deimos played.

"Sawyer! C'mere for a sec!" she called. She couldn't help but feel a quick, sickening sense of unease as the Lab Rat refused to let Sawyer up. But the boy squirmed away from him and trotted over to his mother. She knelt down to his level and gave him a kiss on the forehead. "I'm gonna leave you with Uncle Nika for a little while, okay? It might be a couple days, but I'll try to be quick. You better behave for him."

"I knowww," whined Sawyer.

"I mean it. He's in charge, and he'll tell me if you misbehave."

"Okay, Momma." Mira shook her head. She pulled him to her in a tight hug.

"I love you, baby."

"Love you too." She gave him a kiss on the cheek now. "Moooom, stop iiiit." She laughed and released him, then stood. She climbed into the technical, waiting for the two to back away before she took off. The six-year-old looked up at the massive Nomad now, not completely sure of him.

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Mira sat at the edge of her seat, fidgeting nervously. She clasped the cup of tea the storm master had offered her but hadn’t even taken a sip from it. She watched the Lab Rat playfully wrestle with her son, eyes sharp as a hawk’s. She couldn’t exactly tell Sawyer not to play…

"I’m pretty sure Marcus wouldn’t care as much as I would if Deimos attacked his kids," said Mira, her tone slightly cold. Admittedly, she’d learned to tolerate Deimos for Nika’s sake, but… the scars would always be on her stomach as a reminder of what he was capable of. "But that’s not what I’m here for - try me at a better time if you wanna talk about my lack of a relationship with your pet sideshow."

She closed her eyes and sighed. She realized she really shouldn’t be rude considering how much Nika was helping her out by watching Sawyer. But no matter how much the storm master reassured her, she would remain uneasy about leaving her son with the Lab Rat.

"I’m sorry, Nikolai. I’d say its because of stress, but, well, you know I’d be a bitch even if things were perfect." She gave a humorless laugh. "I trust that you’re the only one who has some semblance of control over him. Thank you for agreeing to watch Sawyer."

She gave a hopeless shrug at his query about her supplies. “More guns and shields are always helpful. I’m praying Hyperion stays away, god knows we’ve been run out of enough camps. But the other clan - well, whether or not they get to live depends on how badly their leader manages to piss me off.”

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Mira took a step back, looking at him with wide eyes. She really wasn't sure if her words had actually had any effect on him, or if his breakdown was something entirely different. She glanced around, wishing Nika was there to offer him comfort instead of her.

"Are... Are you all right?"

Sss-sssorry for try give to, the unwanted g-gift of thissss rat'ssss penissss.

Deimos… *sigh* While I appreciate what you’re trying to do… it’s not going to change much between us. The only reason I haven’t killed you yet is because Nika loves you…

You know how you felt in Hyperion’s labs? Did it feel like you had no control? Like you had no rights to your own body, because they could do what they wanted to you no matter what? Like you had no power, you were completely and utterly helpless? That’s whatever it feels like when someone rapes you - or tries to rape you. It’s not about the sex, it’s about taking that person’s sense of self away from them.

…I don’t even know if you understand what I’m trying to say. *sighs again*