#; rubiesintherough / mahia / 001

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@rubiesintherough said: “..It hurts” ( mahia? )

My muse is being held hostage and is being experimented on. Send me “What have they done to you?” for my muse’s response to yours finding them shackled and chained in a small room. Send “..It hurts” for our muses roles to be switches    /    ACCEPTING ↷

❝ Hey, hey, look at me, ❞    she prompts, speaking in soft, reassuring tones.    ❝ It’s over. You’re going to be fine. Can you tell me your name? ❞

She doesn’t know what’s happened here, but clearly nothing good has... the building deserted, empty lab rooms... and now, a prisoner. The Doctor supports her weight as she begins to unlock the chains binding her, shackle by shackle. As she reaches to whirr her sonic to clink a lock open, she feels something at the woman’s back, under her shirt. What has happened here? What has been done to her?

[smokedanced]

@rubiesintherough​​ said: “  please do not hurt me.  ”   ( mahia / dean )

an old meme / PROBABLY ACCEPTING ↷

               ❝ Not gonna hurt you if you don’t give me reason to. ❞    Well, she’s no angel, that much is clear: her  wings  are very... tangible. But what kind of a being looks human, other than literal wings on their back? Though Dean won’t mindlessly off her, not when he’s not certain she’s harmed anyone, he feels better with a gun in his hand, even if not quite directed at her.    ❝ You wouldn’t happen to know anything about the couples who’ve started dying around here, would you? What are you, anyway? What’s with the feathers? ❞

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@rubiesintherough liked x for mahia

“y’know these guys?” even from across the street he’d noticed a handful of men trail after someone. he’d quietly trailed along & soon found their target in the crowd. a young girl, couldn’t be older than twenty. he wasn’t human, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t help when he felt like it. he also enjoyed a good fight, so both parties were happy with the outcome. by the time he spoke, there was only one left & he had a tight grip on the man. “listen, bud, any more struggling and you’re gonna pass out.” hushed voice at the man he held against his chest, his fingers barely a bother as they tried to pry off nathan’s fist. “they’ve been ogling you all the way down the street.”

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       @rubiesintherough - mahia liked [x] for a starter from wynonna / season one-ish.

    “Hey --”  Wynonna’s hand slid from the grip of the Peacemaker, her right hand offered out to her side as she slowly dropped the gun to her thumb, easing it down onto the edge of the fence railing beside her as she tried to show the young woman that she didn’t mean any harm -- maybe harder to prove than normal given that she’d just blown a Revenant sky high ... hell high? but, seeing as they’d been intent on trying to tear into the stranger, Wynonna was hopeful she’d know Wynonna was trying to help.  She didn’t know what it was about the girl that had set the Revenant off, and, it seemed pretty obvious the girl wasn’t exactly normal but, between sheer gut instinct and the fact the Revenant had seemed intent on tearing her limb from limb?  Wynonna was guessing friend was more likely than foe.  “It’s okay.  I’m not gonna hurt ya,” she promised.  “Not ‘less you give me a reason to and, I’m thinkin’ that’s not exactly your style so --”

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  @rubiesintherough liked [x] for a short starter! // mahia.

               “I’m not gonna hurt you,” Elias declared, his hands held lightly out to his side as he took a small step closer to where the young woman was crouched -- he couldn’t see much, but the streak of red that ran through the rain washing over them both told him she was already hurt.  “If you’re hurt -- I can help you, I can... get you to a clinic, or a hospital or -- find somewhere less official to get you patched up, if you’d rather.”

[smokedanced]

@rubiesintherough​​ said: ❝ here, lean on me. ❞   ( mahia / ella )

last of us sentence starters / ACCEPTING ↷

               Ella makes a soft whooh sound, not really having an option on the matter as she takes up on the stranger’s offer, grabbing her arm, head spinning. For a terrifying second she thinks she might actually  faint.  But it passes, the vertigo, leaving her with nausea and slight tunnel vision.    ❝ Excuse me, ❞    she says.    ❝ Busy day, I haven’t gotten a break  —  it’s just low blood sugar. Haven’t eaten. I’m really sorry  —  thank you. ❞    She doesn’t quite trust herself to still be steady on her own. She can tell this woman is someone she doesn’t need to be wary of, though. There’s such warmth eminating from her it’s unusual  —  the care is genuine. This is not a person who minds assisting others, quite the opposite.