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They'd left her. She'd been dragged out on a performance night, and the two she'd shown up with abandoned her to the sea of gyrating hips, roaming hands, and offers of the night of her life. She gets it. She's tiny, lithe, and she fits a fantasy for most people. Good for them. Will it happen? Likely not. She does have some (don't say anything, it helps her sleep at night) morals.
She's keenly aware of eyes on her; a feeling she'd made a career out of. It's enough to stop her, with the pounding of the music. Time stretches, and she's caught there as bodies writhe around her. Make the invisible lead a little tighter around her throat, why don't they. Eyes lock. Go to him.
Every fiber of her being screams for her to go to him.
She'll choke first, thanks.
No one would demand anything from her she wasn't willing to give. It didn't matter that each twist of her body moved her closer to him. She'd be remembered for her bravery to look fate in the eye and proceed to brush it off until she was damn well ready. for now, she'd be dancing with- strangers who keep getting further away? she's stubborn, the fates knew this when they chose her. he'd have to-
Joke's on her, she's beside him before she realizes she moved.
"Cupcake, is it?" She smirks. "What would you do if you found out I bite? Wouldn't be very sweet of me."
It's quieter near the bar somehow, or maybe she's just fascinated with the near liquid quality of his eyes. It didn't matter, did it? Being near him seemed to heighten every pre-game party favor she drank (or slipped. we just don't ask.) before coming out.
"Name's Dena." A nickname, but one everyone used. She's waving over the bartender. Water. She's drunk enough, thanks. "Yours? Or am I guessing for the night?"
She's not sure why she's still parked beside him, but the longer she sits, the further the music floats from her. There's attraction, sure, but something tells her that isn't all that's happening. She'd blame it on her poor life choices come morning. If not, she'll be blaming Seph and Naomi for running off on her, and they can live with the guilt of leaving her to her own devices.
@bellemcrte made the mistake of befriending me 🍇
Calling this place a bar is a little like calling a tomato a fruit: you might technically be right, but you’re definitely fighting the vibe it gives off. Tomatoes are to fruits as naXos is to bars, an in-name technicality at best. That’s probably why, despite being in fucking Boston of all places, it’s one of Dio’s favorite businesses. Top five for sure—maybe up to top two or three, all things considered.
Dio stubs out his cigarette and approaches the rowdy “bar” (all but a club!), winking at the doorman on his way in. The people in line grumble, incensed, but the doorman says nothing. (The guy with the strange eyes is always to be let in, no matter the circumstances. His job depends on it, and he doesn’t question it. He doubts he’d get answers, anyway.) They settle down when Dio disappears from sight.
He saunters into naXos and right up to the bar, already tipsy off the energy of others. He orders a dark red wine with a smile, and the bartender doesn’t charge him for the same reason the doorman didn’t stop him. He’s given his drink and left in peace to soak in the atmosphere—writhing bodies, pounding base, intoxicants of all kinds in the air, inhibitions lowered—despite seeming to be a world away from it, calm and languid like the cool night outside.
The lights strobe along with the music for a moment, all of it syncing up to his heartbeat, and in the fraction of a second before the beat dropped—in that moment of suspense when the music gives out at the ear freefalls before the beat hits—time stops. And they see each other. Wine-dark eyes meet oceanic ones from across the room and like a tide he’s pulled in, knows she is, too. Fate’s fingerprints are all over this moment. It’s significant like little else is these days. And then—
The next breath, the drop of the beat, the blink of an eye, the strobe of a light, time resumes like it had never slowed and stopped in the first place. Dio continues to stare at her, though he doesn’t bother leaving the bar. (Why should he? The Moirai ordained this, they’ll be drawn together now whether they like it or not—at least until whatever it is they’re meant to do together is completed.) Why are heroes always so fucking short?
“Come here often, cupcake?” he says instead, smiling a bit at his own awful line. Gods!, he’s old enough to be her father or worse, and that’s only counting this incarnation. Party atmospheres are the only things that get him high these days.
Do you know what Dena really needs, and this may just be the meds talking; a best friend. Someone please come be her best friend. idc which verse or multiple of them. except in hannibal verse, because, for reasons it's unsafe. unless you're brave.
all of my muses are either monsters or monster fuckers and i wish they were better than they are, but they are not.
i had hope for dena, but no. she is no better than the rest of the brood.
&. 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬.
( this is basically just a very self indulgent list of various fluff, angst, and suggestive themed dialogue sentence starters. )
❛ i could keep you safe. they’re all afraid of me. ❜
❛ i’m trying to fix your hair, so hold still. ❜
❛ your heart is beating so fast right now. ❜
❛ promise me you’ll still be here when i wake up. ❜
❛ you’re not as bad as everyone says you are. ❜
❛ i thought you’d like some company. ❜
❛ clean yourself up. you're getting blood all over the place. ❜
❛ here, give this a try and tell me what you think. ❜
❛ you can kiss me, you know. ❜
❛ come back to bed. ❜
❛ you look good like this. ❜
❛ working together again, it’s just like old times. ❜
❛ how is it you always know what i need, huh? ❜
❛ you’re lucky you got away with only a scratch. ❜
❛ i can’t imagine losing someone like that. i’m sorry. ❜
❛ you know you can always talk to me. ❜
❛ the only one who gets to kill you, is me. ❜
❛ so, what do i owe this pleasure? ❜
❛ ah, so you aren’t heartless after all. ❜
❛ may i have this dance? ❜
❛ it’s okay, you can touch me. i won't break. ❜
❛ enemies make the best lovers, you know. ❜
❛ hold still. this might sting a little. ❜
❛ we can't keep doing this. ❜
❛ you look like you've got something to say. ❜
❛ just relax and let me take care of you. ❜
❛ thought you’d be lighter without all that blood. ❜
❛ i had it under control. you didn’t need to do that. ❜
❛ everything looks so beautiful from up here. ❜
❛ you treat all your ladies like this? ❜
❛ well? how do i look? ❜
❛ can’t sleep? ❜
❛ do you mind if i smoke? ❜
❛ i’m scared of ending up alone. ❜
❛ i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile. ❜
❛ how long has it been since you've slept? ❜
❛ you are losing my interest, and that’s very dangerous. ❜
❛ i’d suffer hell if you’d tell me what you’d do to me tonight. ❜
❛ you look really pretty right now. ❜
❛ i’ve never cared for anyone the way i care for you. ❜
❛ i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know. ❜
❛ just a few more stitches and you’ll be as good as new. ❜
❛ i’d say we make a pretty good team. ❜
❛ i want you to forget this ever happened. ❜
❛ i'm here for business — not pleasure. ❜
❛ if i didn't know any better, i'd say you were jealous. ❜
❛ you'd look better down on your knees. ❜
❛ fine, keep acting like you hate me. ❜
❛ kiss me again. ❜
❛ are you asking me out on a date? ❜
❛ just sit there and look pretty and let me handle this. ❜
❛ you okay? caught you staring off into space again. ❜
❛ well, i do feel better now that you're here. ❜
❛ i'm not drunk enough for this. ❜
❛ why is it whenever we see each other, you’re covered in blood? ❜
❛ i was wrong about you. ❜
❛ the first time i met you, i had no idea you'd mean this much. ❜
❛ you gonna be a good girl / boy for me? ❜
❛ i’m not afraid of you. ❜
❛ books mean more to me than people anyway. ❜
❛ i just wanted to say thank you for protecting me. ❜
❛ how about a kiss goodnight? ❜
❛ i don’t have time for distractions right now. ❜
❛ you shouldn’t be out here by yourself. ❜
❛ if i have to think about one more thing today, my head will explode. ❜
"oh, i'm sorry. i wasn't aware you were so invested. i'll make sure to not shoot people in the face to make your big, manly feelings more secure." she scoffs. she wouldn't be doing any of that. she's so tempted to shoot him right now on principal it wasn't even funny. lucky for him, she does have some self control.
he's still too close for her liking, glaring up at him for good measure, because she really didn't need him so wrapped up in her safety. she'd survived before him, and she'd keep surviving the moment he decided he didn't want to keep doing whatever the hell this was. she didn't need him to make it out there. he needed to remember that.
leave it to her to slip right back into teasing to cope with his outburst.
"i'm not trying to be anything. i'm trying to not be traded to slavers or catch the attention of the enclave." she mumbles, putting her hand on his chest to push. it never worked; he never budged without wanting to. "and, to be clear, howard, being the death of you would be boring. i'd have no one to talk to."
his first mistake was telling her his real name. his second mistake was forgetting she had a tongue that could cut the strongest men down if she pleased. he'd been well aware the moment he set out with her she didn't need him to keep her alive, but her reckless streak proved otherwise.
she called him a fucking salami stick, and now, she's cackling like the she-devil she was. have mercy on whatever was salvageable of his soul, power that be.
"it's the whole goddamn point, dena. you bein' alive is- nevermind. and someone has to look after you, what with the number of times you've had a few holes put in me." he snarked, but he still managed to check her over in her moment of a speech. she was fine. he'd sleep easy about it.
"you're tryin' to be the death of me, and you're having a good fuckin' time doin' it."
if you think wasteland dena gets on cooper's very precious and sensitive nerves, wait until i let predrop happen on the dash. there's something even more satisfying about him pinching the bridge of his nose at a woman almost a foot shorter than him.
Thinking About Fictional Character while you have music on is such a risky activity. there’s no way EVERY song on this album is literally about Fictional Character. and yet……..
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was I over ambitious rewriting all of Dena’s verses like this? Yup.
will I have to finish it because I started and am learning the consequences of my actions? Better believe it.
will I do it again? 🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡 more than likely
i plan to be more active here today. having an oc is like, this is my baby, pls love it, and i am holding on to her and shaking her gently at you all.
she feels a little bad for the kid, she does, but he father's name draws her short. "howard, as in the shitty cowboy movies every dad in America lives for howard?" she asks, genuinely concerned this girl may be the child of her own dad's idol. it would be her luck. "and touching me isn't going to prove anything. you're awake, and you're stuck here like the rest of us."
regardless, everyone was stuck here, and dena wasn't going to sugarcoat their situation to her like that. could she have been more delicate about it? probably. all she knows is they've got very little time to get inside for the night, and janey looks skittish. "alright. he'll come. all dad's do, but uh, we can't stay out here. we have to get inside, so if you don't mind walking and panicking? it'd be super helpful."
"Janey. Janey Howard." She greeted and proceeded to pull her backpack a little closer to her chest as people flooded off the bus around her. This had to be some kind of nightmare. She reached out and touched Dena's arm. It had to be some sort of really realistic nightmare. "My dad, his name is Cooper Howard. He's going to come looking for me."
Something told her that would take awhile. He still had to report her missing, and then the fights between both parents would start again. He didn't have custody of her, just visitation he hardly used given the distance mom put between them. "He has to, right?"
had she been older, she would not have picked a vault for herself, and she didn't stick around in one for long. she is much better suited for being reckless in the wasteland and she would much rather that than put up with vault tec. now, we just have to decide who her favorite companions are.
Kiss her forehead after you're done fucking her.
A comfy and wholesome relationship 🤝 rough and nasty sex
girls be like “im shy” then want you to choke them while kissing.
what happens when you make fuck around and find out your whole personality? a lot of unstable chaos mostly. and if you add in a little spice. well, you’ve got your own new brand of shitshow.
ind. mutual only. selective. single muse fandomless oc. kept by rocki. she/they. pst. entire account, including keeper, 25+. multiverse traversing ft verses in fallout, bioshock, spn, and more. est. 2017. revamped 2024. read rules before interacting. mutuals only, because it probably needs reiterated. moderate activity. queue ran.
carrd. memes.
find me elsewhere; lucy maclean. barb howard.
what happens when you make fuck around and find out your whole personality?
a lot of unstable chaos mostly. and if you add in a little spice. well, you’ve got your own new brand of shitshow.
Minors && Personals DNI.
"it's not my fault you care or some shit. i didn't ask you to, howard. and, yes. i did." she tries to keep a straight face, but she fails miserably, because she's funny as hell. thanks.
laughing at the height of adrenaline is enough to keep her from hitting him. he didn't want her dead? that was news she didn't know she needed to hear. it was easier when they didn't like each other. he didn't talk nearly as much tomfoolery as he did now. so what she's nearly had him dropped close to a few dozen times.
he's still standing, isn't he?
"you wanting me alive isn't the point, coop. the point is, at the end of the day, i don't need you to want me alive. i don't need you to put me behind your back during a gun fight. i need you to keep your shit together and don't be so eager to kill on my behalf." she explains, but she knows he's going to make it a fight. such was the ghoul's way.
he was exasperated by her, tiny little pistol that she was. they'd been travelling together for months since he'd returned his vaultie to her brother, and lord help him, did she have a nose for trouble. there was something about watching her open goddamn fire in a raider's den that sent his heart into his fuckin' throat, and he wanted to wring her pretty little neck for it.
he'd never tell her half the shit he thinks about her.
and here he thought maclean was bad. this one? this one was a real trial of patience. she just didn't listen to anything anyone had to say, and she seemed to be fine with toeing the line of life and death on a daily, like she had a magical bodyguard behind her to keep her alive. he supposed in a way she did.
"now, listen here, songbird. you ain't no damn prize to be had, with yer foul mouth and fouler attitude, but for reasons beyond me, i do fuckin' care about the state you're in. i prefer you not fuckin' dead at my feet. you ain't invincible like you wanna be- did you just call me a fuckin' salami stick?" he asked incredulously.
50 DEVELOPMENT QUESTIONS FOR FEMALE MUSES
note: please feel free to put in the tags if there are any of these you don’t want to be sent when you reblog. 1. does your muse like her name? has she ever thought of changing it/goes by a nickname? 2. did she have a ‘not like other girls’ phase? 3. for trans muses, what was a defining moment in her coming to terms with her gender identity? 4. has your muse ever struggled with their relationship to womanhood and femininity? 5. if your muse is a woman of color, how does her cultural and racial heritage impact her? are there gender based traditions she takes part in? 6. also for woc, are there aspects of how her gender intersects with her race that she struggles with? what parts of it are special to her? 7. for any female muses with a connection to their cultural heritage, what is something about that heritage and her gender that has always been important to her? 8. how is her relationship with her mother? 9. how is her relationship with her father? 10. if your muse is genderfluid, what aspects of womanhood do they find joy in? what aspects of it do they have difficulty with or don’t find identity in? 11. how are her relationships with other women? friendships/familial/romantic etc. 12. does she tend to surround herself with women or men more? is there a particular reason for one or the other? 13. tell me about an aspect of internalized misogyny she had to tackle unlearning. 14. has she ever faced harassment? 15. is she outspoken about equal rights and feminism? is she intersectional in her feminism? 16. if your muse is queer in any way, talk about how that impacts their view on womanhood? 17. what makes your muse feel the most comfortable in their gender identity? 18. was she raised in a progressive or sexist household? was it more neutral? 19. do they prefer to present themselves more masculine or feminine? 20. for wlw muses, when did they first realize their attraction to other women? did they struggle with this or accept it easily? 21. for wlw muses, did their family accept them when they came out? 22. for wlw muses, how does this impact their relationship to womanhood? 23. for trans muses what is their favorite aspect of being a woman? 24. for trans muses how do they like to present themselves? what gives them the most gender euphoria? 25. for queer women of color, how does their identity intersect with their racial heritage? are there experiences and aspects of it specific to that intersection you want to share? 26. for queer women with specific cultural ties, has it been a point of contention or celebration within their cultural identity? are there aspects of their queerness that intersect with their heritage? 27. is there a female role model in her life? 28. is there a female figure from history, or current times, she looks up to? 29. does she prefer to be perceived as cute or sexy? does she not want to be viewed on an attraction basis at all? 30. is there a hobby or interest that she was discouraged from pursuing because of her gender? did she continue anyway? 31. if she has a period, how does she tend to deal with it? 33. has the way she dressed ever been influenced by a male gaze, whether it’s trying to deflect OR appeal to it? 34. as a teenager, did she struggle with feeling competitive with other girls? were there ever instances of bullying she had to deal with? 35. how does your muse deal with sexism in the workplace? 36. does your muse tend to be confrontational? or do they try to appease and make peace. 37. how do they view motherhood? 38. do they ever overcompensate due to misogynistic stereotypes placed on them? what does this look like if so? 39. are they particularly attached to their womanhood? or do they feel more indifferent to it. have they ever struggled to relate to women around them? 40. if your muse is neurodivergent, how does this impact their relationship to gender and sexuality? 41. for neurodivergent muses, was their diagnosis delayed because of how they present? 42. for neurodivergent muses, are they self diagnosed or did they seek a medical opinion? if so, did they have to deal with misogyny from medical staff? 43. for neurodivergent muses, what aspects of womanhood do they identify with most? what aspects of traditional ideas of gender do they struggle to understand/relate to? 44. for neurodivergent muses, were they ever ridiculed for their behaviors because it wasn’t deemed “ladylike”? how did they respond? 45. for neurodivergent muses of color, how did these two aspects of their identity intersect? any experiences you want to share? 46. are there any female fictional characters she idolizes? 47. did she ever do something just because she was told a girl couldn’t do it? 48. what does her relationship with men look like? how does she view the current state of patriarchy in her time setting? 49. if your muse dates men, what is their process of vetting them? do they have a checklist of things to look for to decide whether or not they’re safe? any kind of tests or questions they use to make a judgement. 50. give me a headcanon that has to do with their identity, whether it’s gender, sexuality, race or a mix of it all!
me, vibing: dena, what’s ur problem? dena, an actual threat to society & my wellbeing: u remember how u were doing a good job and putting all my verses down? well master vampire me wants versailles. how am i supposed to just give you versailles, you little shit?