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Sooo, today was interesting. I tried to get some metal salvage at one of the nearest planet's dumping sites - I was kind of low on copper and aluminum, so I figured I'd grab a refill. So instead of just letting the day go as planned, I guess karma had decided to fuck with me, because a bunch of robot drones found my ship in the middle of the woods, and I guess they were getting ready to sample the paint before I stopped them?

Kind of a dick move but, I guess they kind of chilled out after I told them to cut it out. They just brought along a bunch of shit they had stored from the dump as trade for some random bits of junk that were sitting in my recycling bin, instead of just scratching at the Revenger like a bunch of raccoons. So that took care of the copper issue pretty well, and I guess that means that if I'm after a specific trash type, I could always trade with those guys?

Better than doing the harvesting myself anyways. But god these guys have no ability to keep their noses out of your business if they've decided it's even slightly interesting and that you didn't slam the door shut after you.

Random Headcanons

🥝 - How organized are they? How does being in a messy room affect them, if at all? Do they let their mess overflow in other spaces? 🍓 - What allergies or intolerances do your Muses have? How do they handle them? Is it something potentially dangerous or just inconvenient? How do they avoid triggering these intolerances? 🍍 - What is an event that seemed of minor consequence to them when it occurred, but ended up impacting their life/development in a bigger way? 🍊 - What influences their personal style? If they had limitless resources, would they change how they dress or style themselves at all? 🍋 - Is there anything special about their diet, and how do they manage it? If they were to gain/lose a lot of weight suddenly, how would they react and adjust? 🍈 - How do they calm down when they are upset? Would they act differently trying to calm down in a group setting versus all alone? 🍑 - Describe a bad day they recently experienced (not necessarily dramatic/tragic) and how they handled it. Did they break down? Did they withdraw? 🍇 - Who has the greatest influence over their life? Who can easily change their mind or push them to do something they don’t want to? Negatively or positvely. 🍉 - What is something they have done that they feel the most guilt over? How do they handle this guilt?  Does the guilt ever get resolved? 🍒 - How easily do they succumb to peer pressure? If not easily, what could make them cave? 🍌 - Who is someone that makes them feel uncomfortable? How do they handle interactions with this person? What is the source of the discomfort? 🍐 - What sort of weather/season/climate do they feel happiest in, and why? What weather/season/climate do they hate? 🍎 - What is a hobby or interest that they would be distressed over losing access to? I.e a dancer who breaks their leg for months, etc. How would they cope?

🍇 - Who has the greatest influence over their life? Who can easily change their mind or push them to do something they don’t want to? Negatively or positvely. 🍉 - What is something they have done that they feel the most guilt over? How do they handle this guilt?  Does the guilt ever get resolved?

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At her current point in time, Krigg has... burned most of her old bridges, rendering her fairly hard to influence, in a "no strings to yank me around" sort of way. She's somewhat slow to reintroduce into her life people who would be able to influence her demeanor. She's had relatively poor experiences in the past with people pushing her towards behaviors she didn't feel quite right about - peer pressure, especially from people you trust and work with on the daily, is remarkably hard to ignore, even if it's not just from one person. A young Krigg's past tendencies towards being eager to please and well meaning often clashed with gut feelings quite hard around people in her social circle. Most of her young life was spent in an environment where the same rigid ideas and behaviors were bounced around on loop with little room to argue. It eventually tipped over into her violently pushing back against it all, but it took a hard shove for her to get to that point.

That said, she's not so bullheaded that she wouldn't listen to other people setting down things like boundaries in the name of common decency. She may be somewhat hard to influence, but at her core, she remains someone who won't pick a fight with people without good reason. Well, good for her anyways.

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While Krigg feels guilt over a good handful of things she has done in the past, mostly due to a conformity to a specific standard, there is one specific event that is particularly hard for her to ignore. Without going into too much detail, which I will delve into with later Lore posts, well meaning actions on her part have led to a small number of innocent people losing their lives. While Krigg was not directly responsible for their deaths, she still unknowingly brought them into harm's way by trusting implicitly the wrong person with their safety.

Krigg feels deeply ashamed for her failure to protect them, and often feels that she carries the blame for not detecting a rotten element in a structure meant to support her, and from her then optimistic point of view, act as a side of reliable good. She feels that she should have foreseen that such a thing could have happened, and views her trust in others then as naive.

Most of her processing of that sensation of guilt is not exactly healthy. She tries very hard to avoid thinking about it or delving too deep into past mistakes, but it rears its head up from time to time anyways. Those days are... Not good times, and it often takes her a long while of staring at the wall in numb apathy before she can force herself to get up and keep walking.

She tries to think about the day she will finally right her wrong in a meaningful manner, to give herself the push needed to go on. Part of her doesn't believe it ever will be righted, seeing as the person responsible is still out and about, sleeping soundly at night, and having since gotten better rather than worse. The world is full of utter bastards for whom conscequences are an afterthought, and that live long and prosperous lives without Karma ever coming back to bite their ass. The other, smaller optimistic part often counters she won't know for sure if she doesn't keep on living.

If not for a better tomorrow, then at least for the spiteful wish of someday putting a plasma bolt between their eyes.

🍐 - What sort of weather/season/climate do they feel happiest in, and why? What weather/season/climate do they hate?

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Krigg actually quite enjoys the warmer months of a given planet on visits, within reason. Her specie originates from a mostly tropical planet, with dense vegetation and varying degrees of humidity, despite them having gone the way of most sapient species and colonized most regions of their planet. As such, she tends to feel naturally comfortable in places with similar weather conditions, ranging from temperate to tropical. Plus, Krigg actually quite enjoys vegetation, and sees spending time in forested areas to be a pleasant experience.

Conversely, her specie does poorly in cold climates. They have long appendages, relatively little subcutaneous padding, and no fur to speak of. Not to mention, they're kind of just... Unfortunately small. Krigg herself would absolutely love frolicking around in the snow, seeing as most species manage to make it look very fun, but... It's so cold it is hard for her to really focus on the fun.

She would still punt someone with a snowball if given the chance.

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Disclaimer for some kinda' gory depictions of a warzone.

A string of quiet, heaving sounds undercut by weak, raspy attempts to suck in some air through spasming muscles echoed in the warm, humid air. The rasps slowed, as though the reflexive muscular tremors were abating, only for an attempted deep a breath at the wrong time to shatter whatever composure the fresh recruit was trying to muster up. A sickening splattering noise followed soon after.

Krigg coughed, throat burning and eyes watering from the sudden chunder, hand pressed against the wide form of a fallen chain crab for stability. Well... the ass end of a chain crab, anyways. The bus-sized beast's segmented body ended quite abruptly in a splintered mess of shattered carapace and pulped flesh where a falling orbital shell had shredded half of it into paste. The corpse rose from the mass of the dead like some malformed boulder, its legs frozen in death in twisted arches that seemed to try and grab at the skies.

A fresh shell's distant whistle tore through the atmosphere, the baleful ringing growing in intensity until a bone-shuddering clap sounded off, the roar of the explosion moving like a liquid mass through ground and air. The small alien's body gave a distressed shiver, the autocannon she hadn't let go of rattling in her grip. Her fingers ached from gripping the weapon so tight her knuckles went white for so long. Another scream, another bang, another nauseated gag escaped her, another quake of her body - weaker, tired.

The world was so, so loud. Every new boom from distant shelling pounding the next area to clean up was like claws raking at her spine, sinking under her ribs to press razor edges against her heart. The world had been worse what felt like seconds before - but every sound felt like it could be the jumpstart of something new, the violent return of death and danger. It sunk deep, violently shaking tired nerves back into cruelly acute awareness.

The charge had been a maelstrom of noise, fire and vibration. A vivid nightmare she wasn't sure she'd dreamed or lived. A wall of information threatening to crush her from all sides she had to push through, holding steadfast to her training, lest she meet a gruesome end along with her comrades. And the smell- oh, the smell! Ozone and burnt flesh and bile and a million other disgusting scents clawing at her throat.

It was worse then, once it was over. The battlefield around her was nothing but rubble, upturned earth and the bodies of dead things. A few on her side. Many, many, MANY on the other. The ground was a carpet of pulped flesh, gristle, shell, bone and guts through which liquefied flesh and blood ran in knee-deep, muddy puddles. It was wrong. Everything was wrong in a way her body rejected violently. The air was wrong, the place was wrong, and she wanted out out OUT OUT-

"Alright rookie, not so bad." Krigg tensed harshly at the foreign sound ringing out from behind her, autocannon springing back into a proper two-handed grip. She spun sharply, heels skidding against the slick ground, only for her to slowly, painfully lower her weapon at the sight of another squadmate. A large, heavily modded combat cyborg with a bulky chest and four grasping limbs modified with bladed implements. Has Krigg been from elsewhere, she would have compared them to a top-heavy bionic praying mantis, with an extra pair of graspers on their shoulders.

The veteran squad member ambled closer, reaching out to tap her shoulder with the graspers on the end of his bladed forelimb. She shrank away from the touch, the intrusion feeling foreign and too raw on frayed nerves. If they noticed, they didn't care. "Don't worry, everyone's first scrap goes a bit like this. Lucky you, you made it out alive, and given your performance in the thick of it rather than on the backline, you just might cut it to climb the ranks!"

"I'll be seeing you later. Welcome to the extermination corps. Get used to killing things, you'll be doing plenty of that."

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The clamps on Krigg's antennae sent a sharp pulse, making the sensitive appendages twitch and inch apart the slighest bit. No sound in the depths of space, only the faint rumble of the scout ship's engines, and the artificial brushes of vibration from the clamps, painting an environnmental picture that her eyes couldn't see. A sharp jerk of the twin control sticks sent the craft on a swerve, barely grazing a small cluster of asteroids. The sensation of moving parts behind her sent a shiver down her spine, an all-obscuring mass practically brushing against the back of her neck sending the clamps into a frenzy of white noise with each smashed asteroid. Auxillary screens in the corners of her vision flashed nightmarish pictures of huge, snapping pincers and a gargantual body advancing in slow undulating motions across the asteroid field, worming its way through like a mighty icebreaker.

But the faint flicker of fear seemed to only fan the flames fluttering inside Krigg's chest, and she gunned her craft's engines, a smirk creeping onto her face, exhilaration obscuring the fear. Obstacles zipped right and left as she slalomed between sluggish asteroids, placing more and more of the field between her and the advancing carrier titan that had little time for subtlety, only crushing power. And yet, in that lay the thing's downfall.

That's the neat thing with Horde organisms. The less of them there are, the stupider they get. And the easier they are to bait.

With one last flick of the scout ship's thrusters sending it wriggling through the last few, tightly clustered rocks of the asteroid fields before she righted her craft's control, and zipped sharply ahead at a sheer angle.

There was no noise in the void. But she would be damned if she didn't feel a vivid rush of satisfaction at the light that reflected off of the stray asteroids surrounding the field. In her rear view screens, the dark shapes of the firing line, barely illuminated by the carnages, provided a subtle backdrop to an explosion of molten rock as a small contingent of the force proceeded fire all cannons towards a small, focused point in the field. The sinewy coils of the carier titan flailed and thrashed, before the light of the artillery finished consuming it, throwing its remains against the wrecked asteroid field.

Krigg felt a cheer erupt from her, legs kicking against the console with a bang as she screamed. "EAT MOLTEN SLAG YOU MANYLIMB FREAK!" Her holler screeched through the crackling communication channels, static-peppered calls and barks echoing the sound.

"Ready to go again, ship 00-626?" Came the crackling of the command ship's channel. Krigg's hand slammed against the command console to un-mute her end of the channel, a wide grin stretched across her face.

"Positive, command. Let me at 'em." She purred, legs kicking in her seat.

Send “What happened here?” to find my muse after they’ve finished fighting a brutal fight.

Alternatively — send “You shouldn’t be here.” for my muse’s reaction to stumbling upon yours post-fight.

“What happened here?”

Send “What happened here?” to find my muse after they’ve finished fighting a brutal fight.

Could have Krigg finished that fight more cleanly? Yes, she believed she could have.

Would she have done so with all her limbs still attached if she had worried about doing things cleanly? That, on the other hand, was highly debatable.

And frankly, Krigg hadly had the time to be thinking about what she could have been doing better when she found herself heafting off of her a flab of shredded meat with a wet, unpleasantly sticky squelch. She sat up, slowly running a hand down her face to wipe the disgusting film clinging to her face, threatening to permanently gunk up her eyelids shut, and blinked a few times to stare at her handywork. If you could call it that.

The space smack dab in the middle of the large street junction was a smoking crater, the road's aslphalt having violently burst open from below from sewer level. It would have been easy to blame the combined force of the fistful of pulse grenades crammed to their maximal setting for cracking open the street like a ripe watermelon, but the massive frame of the mutated sewer beast whose gob they'd gone down certainly hadn't helped matters any. The grotesquely enlarged rat mutant looked like a melted pile of bodies with an ass barely recognizable from its head, but by concentration of heads alone, Krigg supposed that what counted as its front end was now thoroughly blocking the driveway.

The back end was still in the sewers, the two sections connected at a 90° angle by mess of raw flesh out of which exploded ribs bloomed, sticking out into the air in a pattern hardly coherent with a single ribcage. On top of that, the street was clogged by honking cars, bits of rubble, sewage and whatever explodified mutant rat bits had made their way to the surface, caking the pavement in gore. The smell was about what you'd expect too, doing a fairly good job of driving away unlucky passerbys.

Except, apparently, one gobsmacked Nypardian that had properly fallen out of the sky to observe the situation, and had just spotted her. Krigg let out a faint, tired-sounding groan, and proceeded to peel herself off the street with a sharp hiss. Her clothes had very little white left on them, stained either bile green, bright red, or an unspeakable brown. Her hat was nowhere to be found, for once, and what she'd kept were torn in multiple places, leaving dozens of rivulets of bright magenta pink to mingle and run through the gut residue.

Finally back on shaky feet, Krigg slowly ambled away from the scene and past Rex, weight only shifting gingerly to one of her legs, and retreating swiftly with each step, giving her a noticeable limp.

"You guys had a rat problem." She hoarsed, voice creaky and used.

Anonymously or not, send “How To Care For” instructions for my muse

“How To Care For” - machine wash, tumble dry only

"This is cruel and unusual! I'm not the local pile of wet linens! I wouldn't die, but I swear to god, you're putting me in that machine with less fingers than what you were born with!"

Pretzels. Lots and lots of pretzels.

"Hmm, acceptable! I'll take that one!"

make sure that she has plenty of roam to move as she wants to

"Speaking from experience, you lock me into a one-person ship for more than a day, and I'll be bouncing off the fucking walls. The Revenger is spacious enough for me to actually stretch my legs if I feel like it, so... as long as you don't stuff me in a shoebox living space, we'll get along-ish."

what does your muse think of mine?

send me in specific detail exactly what your muse thinks of mine. whether it be when they first see them, or when they’re lying in bed in the middle of the night and just can’t fall asleep. I’m genuinely curious. 

Krigg annoys Rex a little. Not so much he wouldn't step in to help her as he's grown to doing. This is mostly because he can kind of see at the edges that she's running from something in her past and Bonus points since she's an alien too. But more than anything Rex wishes he could get across the idea that she's not living on borrowed time, she still has plenty to live her life with AND she can do so beyond standing behind the barrel of the biggest gun she can get her mitts on. Doesn't help she's seen him do the same with his fists and superpowers sometimes.

Also if she goes on a journey of revenge at any point Rex will insist on constantly taking 'rest stops' to explore space. Meet lifeforms. See how life works on these other worlds and maybe in the process give Krigg something more to look forward to after she's gotten her payback.

Krigg... Honestly would not blame Rex for being a little bothered with her general attitude. She wouldn't like it to be a point of tension, since she really doesn't have anything against the guy, but she would understand why it bothers him. She knows it's there. She knows there's always that raw nerve sitting at the back of her mind ready to catapult her psyche back into fight or flight. That little rotten train of thought that people look at with dismay. They honestly shouldn't like it, she thinks. It's a product of necessity.

She is small. The world is not nice to small things, and it will try to kill you at some point if you are. So be quick, be ready, be cunning and always have the bigger gun. That is something she internalized, much to her detriment.

She wishes she could be more like Rex - and maybe she should not, but she does envy a bit the fact he's hard to kill. He doesn't need a contingency plan for everything, he IS the contingency plan. Beyond that, she wishes she was more able to internalize the world is a good place and actually get her mind not to be on guard so much, nervous that something might go wrong, always planning to run. She loves the universe, loves the people in it, and she actually respects the guy a lot for feeling similarly despite the crap he gets through on a daily basis.

She's trying to enjoy herself, she really is, but she can't help but feel a small bit guilty for it, and for dropping her guard. Part of her sees idling as a deadly flaw that would get her killed on a battlefield. Part of her doesn't know if she deserves to relax after leaving behind so much. Doesn't she deserve conscequences too, if their absence for others angers her so much?

Fivemind doesn't exactly know where to put Krigg on the aquaintance-friends scale but they do know one thing for sure - she's reliable when she puts her mind to it. She may be physically small and not much in terms of brute strength but they'd hate to get on her bad side.

Also she's got all those interesting little gadgets and materials and components! And she's well travelled and just easy to talk to (even if Fivemind itself isn't that great of a convesationalist).

Tentative friendships for the win!

In all honesty, Krigg has a rather stunted idea of how physically able the squadron is. She's never witnessed them in action before, only ever really seeing them walk around and not do anything strenuous. They're a bunch of chunky, blocky lads, so she doesn't expect them to be physically agile. Just real friggin strong. She admires their crafty nature though - blame Ye Olde trope, but she does have a fondness for talented, resilient underdogs that refuse to die no matter what. They also have... Some good taste in human media.

Learning they're able to backflip would blow her little mind.

♡ >> send me a kink and I'll have my muse rate it << ♡

scale: fuck no, gross, not for them, eh, no opinion, kinda, hot, fuck yes, p l e a s e do this

dirty talk

scale: fuck no, gross, not for them, eh, no opinion, kinda, hot, fuck yes, p l e a s e do this

"... I can't say I have too much experience with the subject, but a little bit of in-flight banter is not half bad in my humble opinion. Also, you're talking to a known motormouth. Of course there's going to be chatter. It's kind of just a nice thing to have."

"As long as it does not fall into the degradation side of things. If it gets to that point, you aren't far enough for me not to turn around and scratch or bite. Props to those who can be called nasty things and get off on it, but if you do that to me, I am hitting you with a chair."

Idk what u were expecting tbh 😔 (yes its that anon)

Kbghebrh - what's even that supposed to mean? I don't know what you expected either, that sort of stuff is either going to go over with a "LOL no." or a positive response, which is really just a coin toss. Either with character or with the ask memer.

Either way. T'was à no.

‘TOL AND SMOL’ PROMPTS

feel free to combine these with dialogue whether it’s something you make up or from other memes your partner has reblogged. 

[ BEND ]  for the shorter muse to tug the taller muse down so they can kiss their forehead. 

[ LEAN ]  for the taller muse to lean down to kiss the shorter muse’s forehead. 

[ LIFT ]  for taller muse to lift up the smaller one and sit them on a surface where they can be eye level. 

[ CLIMB ]  for the shorter muse to find somewhere to perch so they can be eye level with taller muse. 

[ INTERRUPT ]  for shorter muse to stop during the middle of a conversation and stand on a chair/sit on a table so they can be eye level with the taller one. 

[ GIVE ]  for the taller muse to place their jacket around the shorter muse’s shoulders,  the garment essentially ‘swallowing them whole.’

[ TAKE ]  for the taller muse to find the shorter one has ‘borrowed’ a shirt/sweater/jacket etc.  which is oversized on them.  

[ GO ]  for the taller muse to pick up the shorter one and carry them away from a potential/just started fight. 

[ RIDE ]  for the taller muse to give the shorter one a piggyback ride so they don’t have to keep up. 

[ SEE ]  for shorter muse to insist on getting to ride on the taller one’s shoulders.  

[ FIND ]  for the taller muse to lift the shorter one by the waist so they can reach something. 

[ EMBRACE ]  for the taller muse to lift the shorter muse off the ground when they hug. 

[ CATCH ]  for the shorter muse to run and jump into the taller muse’s arms. 

[ CARESS ]  for the taller muse to pick up the shorter one to kiss them. 

[ GIVE ]  for the shorter muse to stand or climb to sit on a higher surface to demand a kiss from the taller one. 

[  PULL  ]  for the shorter muse to tug the taller one down by the collar to kiss them. 

[ URGE ]  for the taller muse to tilt the shorter one’s chin up so they can look at their face. 

[ LOWER ]  for the taller muse to kneel in front of the shorter one so they’re less intimidating. 

[ HELP ]  for the taller muse to use the advantage of their stature to shield the shorter one from something. 

[ AID ]  for the taller muse to pick up the shorter one to lift them over something  (  stairs,  while hiking, a large puddle etc.  ). 

[ INSIST ]  for the shorter muse to guide the taller one to sit so they don’t have to keep looking up. 

[ COMFORT ]  for the taller muse to tuck their chin atop the shorter one’s head while they hug. 

[ MELT ]  for the taller muse to lean down so they can bury their face into the shorter one’s shoulder. 

[ GENTLE ]  for the smaller muse to hug the taller one while they are seated so the taller one can hide their face against them. 

[ BLOCK ]  for the taller muse to stand in front of the shorter one to prevent them from having to see something. 

[ CUDDLE ]  for the taller muse to the big spoon. 

[ HELD ]  for the shorter muse to be the big spoon. 

[ TENDER ]  for the taller muse to kiss the shorter one’s head while they embrace. 

[ GENTLE ]  for the shorter muse to kiss the taller one’s chest while they hug. 

[ REST ]  for the shorter muse to lean forward and press their forehead against the tall one’s chest/shoulder while they stand in front of each other. 

[ TOUCH ]  for the taller muse to lean down and press their forehead to the shorter one’s. 

[ PRESS ]  for the shorter muse to take hold of the taller one’s face to pull them down so they can press their foreheads together. 

[ GAZE ]  taller muse is sitting and the shorter one who is standing in front of them takes their face into their hands while they talk.