RP tagging game. 
    tagged by; yulechka-sokorov

  1. Name of your muse.
    Caine “Six” Sidonius
  2. One picture you like best of your muse’s fc. 

    look at that smile~

  3. Two headcanons you have for your muse that you never told anyone.
    1. Six is a trans lady. I know I’ve said it but I don’t remember if I explicitly said it on this blog.
    2. Six has a phobia of fish.

  4. Three things that your muse loves doing in their free time.  
    1. Target practice!!
    2. Trying to tame wild creatures and make them pets.
    3. Picking apart broken robots

  5. Four people that your muse loves.
    Everyone. Everyone times 4.

  6. Three fond childhood memories.  
    1Finding her first history book! It was old and torn and so many pages were missing, but what was still in tact was so interesting and fantastic!

    2. That one time when she had to spar her bro and she managed to break his nose.

    3. She was in her late teens when she met this ghoul, Joel, but i’m going to count that as a childhood memory. Meeting him was arguably the best thing to happen to young darling Six.

  7. Two things your muse regrets.  
    1. Not chasing after  this one lover that she had after he abandoned her.
    2. Getting with the bad ass raider girl after the aforementioned event

    she doesn’t regret much else ever 

  8. One thing they’d go through heaven or hell to save/change.
    To save: Her independence. She’d rather lose everyone in her life than be forced to do things without a choice.

    to change: The world. Vague as it seems, that’s it. She wants to change the world, and by golly, she will one way or another. 

  9. Tag ten people to do the same thing.
    i dunno who to tag or who’s done this before lol so if u wanna do it and/or you read through this, feel free to take a stab at it.
Injury II [Starter Sentences]
"Can you hear me?"
"Do you remember what happened?"
"Does that hurt?"
"Focus on my voice."
"Hold on to me."
"I'll carry you."
"I'm not letting you walk, I'm going to carry you."
"It's going to be fine."
"It's healing quickly, just hold still."
"Just focus on me."
"Listen to me, you are going to be fine."
"Put your arm around me, I'll help you walk."
"Stay awake."
"You hit your head and you've been out for two days."
"You're going to okay."
"Your head hurts?"



Walking around aimlessly finally paid off. “Hey!” Six called, practically prancing over to her friend like an over excited puppy. Without a second thought, she wrapped an arm around her and gave her a squeeze. “Sup, bud! How’s it goin~~~!?… Hey…” Finally looking at the expression on Yulia’s face, her volume dropped to a concerned whisper. “Hey… Yul? What’s wrong?”

{♔} — Few more emotions passed the young survivor’s face than vague acknowledgement and awareness; she offered her crooked smile, but it didn’t reach her eyes the way it would have if there weren’t these thoughts plaguing her mind. She’s gone— it’s my fault?— she’s gone, she’s gone. I’ll never see her smile again; she’s gone. Over and over they repeated, and soon she was sick with sadness again, and she coughed as another surge of waves breached her stomach and brought tears to her eyes, a tightness to her throat, and a strain to her temples. “Have you had any word from Sec,” she asked, flicking her eyes away from her friend’s concerned stare, which truly seemed all too invasive for her at the moment.

Six removed her arm from Yulia’s shoulders and crossed them across her chest. Here eyes scanned her friend’s face before looking at the sky above them. “Nah. No word. Either things are going okay for now, or they don’t want to tell me anything.” She let out a chuckle. “They never really liked me enough to keep me in the loop.” Six began tapping on her arms. It was a question of whether to pester or to leave and let be, but who was she kidding? When did she ever just LEAVE things be? “You know you can talk to me right?” Six spoke softly and steadily, her usual playful tones taking a break for the most part. “I’m pretty resourceful; if there is a problem, I can help.”

Opportunity Hunting



Her knees almost gave out from under her as the words “not” and “a reader” happened by her ears in the same sentence. Quickly catching herself before falling over in disbelief, Six tried to form some sort of retort. However, it was all a vain attempt since all that escaped her lips was a jumble of confused sounds. How does one not enjoy the greatness that is a book? How is it possible? “You kill an evil mastermind with someone and you think you know them and then this happens…” Six mumbled, finally, to no one in particular, as she placed her gloved hand to her chin. “… Wow. What a day this has been.”

Belle just scratched the back of her head a bit. Was it really that surprising, or something? Wasn’t her fault the radio dramas and the occasional comic were more exciting than books…

"I think that concludes business," Wiseman replied, tipping his hat to the two. "Wouldn’t you agree?"

"NOPE!" Six yelled despite herself. "Nah, I do not agree, sir." Her shoulders went back as she fixed her posture. Being honest with herself, there was no end game she was aiming for. So what the hell was she doing? "You see, um… Mister… …. Look." The flow had taken hold of her. It wasn’t like she had anything else to do. "I kinda missed out on a relaxing day of drowning myself in the glorious golden liquid that is Sunset Sarsaparilla. And caps really mean nothing to me, so… If you aren’t catching my drift, I’d like to be compensated in another manner."


Front & back references for Enby, one of my robot OCs. His feet and hands can splay with webbing between, and the fans on his chest can function as gills. He’s very hi-tech so he looks seamless and controls to open him up are on the back. 

imagining a cis girl Six has been fun but TRANS girl Six that’s who i’m calling queen of the mojave  ya’ll feel me