#I want to make this one and hayate’s into stickers!

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Happy birthday, Kokoa♩ིྀ a cozy night in with Hayate ♥︎

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BNHA OC PROMPT

BNHA OC #3

I'm using a slightly different format this time for this OC and the next one to come. However, I'm still linking the BNHA OC Ask Prompt for those who want to use it. (@izukachu)

And just like Tamami, she or the next one has yet to appear.

☀ EXPLORATION ☀

Name: Hinata Mochizuki

Hiragana: ひなた もちづき

Kanji: ヒナタ 望月

Age: 16

Occupation: Freshman attending the Hero Course at Shiketsu High

Gender & Pronouns: Female, She/her

Birthday: July 30

Physical Description: Naturally bright blond hair, a round baby face, light skin with freckles and round brown eyes. Often said by others she looks like a literally ray of sunshine without her quirk activated. She stands at 5'4"/162.56 cm with an athletic build. Her wardrobe is mostly consisted of the colors yellow and orange. Hinata's overall look gives off the 'Art Hoe' mixed with 'Cottagecore' vibes. Jeans, flowy dresses, cute socks, white shoe, comfortable sweaters. She also owns nothing but gold jewelry.

☀ QUIRK ☀

Hinata's quirk, 'Sunbeam', gives her the ability to literally become sunshine. From parts to her whole body, Hinata can cover herself in golden light. The more energy she has, the brighter the light. Training to be a Hero, Hinata is able to generate blasts.

Her quirk is more powerful during the daytime and at night, she must have enough energy stored to use her quirk for it is weaker during the night.

☀ BACKGROUND, PERSONALITY & RELATIONSHIPS ☀

Hinata is native to Osaka, Japan. She currently lives with just her aunt as her parents are away for the time being, business things. She attends Shiketsu High, training to be a Pro Hero. This is her first year.

She can be quite the ball of energy, once you know her. Rather ditzy. It doesn't take much to get her talking at the speed of light. A rather optimistic, sweet girl Hinata wants to befriend those she can. She's also a little loud. A 'ray of absolute sunshine', as you can say.

She gets along well enough with others, although she has a tight knit band of friends within her class. Sometimes, she will find herself in a conversation she had no intentions of being apart of. She's also clueless that currently her and Inasa hold the reign of 'loudest students'.

As for family, with her parents being away, Hinata doesn't have that much of a relationship with them at the moment. It's strained, but there is a still good bond between them. Her aunt is there as both a great guidance and a friend for her.

☀ EXTRA FACTS!!! ☀

When she's not doing hero training or academics, she's indulged in photography. She has a collection of cameras, her favorites being the classic kind. Hinata owns albums of photos and decorates the covers in many stickers.

She's allergic to dogs, which she hates being reminded. She adores animals.

Her favorite foods and beverages includes citrus fruits, lemonade, teas, and mochi.

Although, she's friendly, she can get easily irritated. She has many pet peeves.

She's still questioning her sexuality.

☀ DEVELOPING THE CHARACTER!! ☀

Hinata actually didn't come to me until I was working on another one of my characters. She literally sprung up on me and I knew I had to make her my OC.

Of course, I gave her the Leo sign for her zodiac. My sister is a Leo and Hinata's quirk is sun-related. I also didn't realize she and Mina Ashido share birthday until last minute!

Some may wonder about her name, but I wanted a name that meant 'sun' since her quirk is what came first. While doing some researching here and there, I came across Hinata and thought, 'Why not name her after two of my faves'?

She has yet to appear in a story, as I mentioned, but when she does, I'll let you know.

And just like Hayate and Tamami, she gets an aesthetic/moodboard, too!

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Prompt: Mustang and Black Hayate + "old age"

Witch, Please!  Fictober 2019  (12/31)

A multi-fandom Fictober prompt compilation.  Your wish is my command, but be careful what you ask for.  You just might get it.

For @an-unexpected-trollogy

Prompt:  “Old Age”

Fandom:  Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood & Manga, Fullmetal Alchemist - All Media Types

Relationship/Pairing:  Roy Mustang & Black Hayate (featuring Olivier Mira Armstrong)

Genre:  Post-Canon, Family Life, Politics

Rating:  Teen And Up Audiences

Word Count:  1,080 words

Read on AO3

It wasn’t often that Roy Mustang woke up alone, but when Riza left, she took more than a suitcase with her. Their townhouse on Decatur Avenue felt frazzled and off-kilter that Autumn morning. As Nanny Armitage coaxed the rambunctious twins into matching pairs of overalls and set about serving breakfast, Black Hayate had a rare accident on the entryway rug. Roy rolled over to the sound of impassioned squealing as one of the children (his cenz were on Mae) toddled through the mess much to Nanny’s chagrin.

She appeared at the foot of the bed wearing a scowl that jolted him wide awake. Roy wondered if Norland College taught classes on how to scare human beings out of their wits with facial expressions alone.

“Please get up, Prime Minister. It’s half past six,” she announced with flawless, neutral intonation. The middle-aged woman tapped the face of her wristwatch as she watched her employer draw a hand across his eyes. “Professor Hawkeye-Mustang would not have you sleeping in on such an important day, and the dog has already made a mess in the hallway. Your assistance is required.”

Roy wracked the warped to-do list in his brain for the significance of this particular day. Fuzzy dates clicked, and he discarded them just as fast. June 7 was Riza’s birthday; December 21 was their anniversary. The twins were born on April 19. Nanny’s contact would need to be renewed on January 1, and the election was not until November. But the debate…

The debate was today, and he had an important meeting at 8 a.m. sharp.

Roy jumped in the shower and flicked the knob upward. Freezing water greeted him, but Roy did not have time to wait for the temperature to adjust itself. He wasn’t as young as he used to be, and before him stood the sometimes gargantuan task of making himself appear as attractive and energetic as contestants half his age.

Getting older had its perks – experience, connections and financial stability, to name a few, but those pastries his kids loved so much were a bitch to burn off. And if he didn’t get a move on, stomach pudge would be the least of his problems.

…

Heads turned and whispers loomed as the Prime Minister arrived at work that morning. Roy wondered if taking his dog to work was a mistake but had found it impossible to leave Black Hayate deep in the trenches of childrearing. Riza had often taken her pup into the office when the Shiba Inu was a feisty little tyke. But now patches of white marked their dog’s diminished coat, and it was impossible to ignore the pleading look in Hayate’s old puppy dog eyes when he had brought Roy his leash that morning. As the prime minister sympathetically peeled stickers from his dog’s fur, he had known that old Hayate needed a break just as much as he did.

And, honestly, if that was all he wanted, Roy was happy to oblige.

But when Roy turned the corner to enter his office, shrugging off the jacket of his three-piece suit, he found his secretary somewhat shaken.

“Kain,” he greeted, brows knit with concern, “is everything ok?”

Kain swallowed hard, eyes darting toward the door. “She’s here,” he said ominously. “She’s been waiting for 20 minutes, and she insisted on bringing her sword through security.”

“Oh.” It was the only appropriate response that Roy could muster. “I’ll get right to it then.”

After a cleansing breath, Roy thrust open the door to his office and found the most indomitable person he’d ever met waiting for him with a pressed military uniform and an intimidating scowl. Her polished saber glittered prominently at her side. Roy missed the simplicity of knowing what he would wear sometimes, but it had been many years since he’d been tasked to take up his old ignition gloves. For this, he was immeasurably thankful.

“Olivier,” he greeted, immediately recognizing his mistake. “General Armstong,” he corrected. “So lovely to see you again. Tell me, how are things at Briggs?”

Armstrong’s brow twitched with annoyance.

“Spare me your small talk, Mustang,” she said. “I’m here about the endorsement, and I’d like to stay on topic. I’m sure your children and my family are doing well enough without us having to discuss how well they, in fact, are.”

“Right,” Roy responded, sitting down at his desk. “To the point, then. Will you endorse me for reelection?”

Olivier took a deep breath. Uh oh. That wasn’t good.

“You know the climate at Briggs is complicated, Mustang,” she explained, not having actually answered. “My people are putting their lives on the line every day, and Drachma grows bolder with every passing season. Your policy of pacifism is chum for them, Prime Minister. They’ve been testing the waters lately. In the past, our greatest military assets were our State Alchemists. Without that threat and considering Briggs’ position on the front lines, I am growing concerned.”

Mustang scowled. This has not been what he wanted to hear, today of all days.

“I cannot support the reintegration of the State Alchemist program within our military branch,” Mustang stated. “No matter how good it sounds on paper. I have my reasons, General. You know that better than most.”

Again, Armstrong’s silence spoke volumes.

“I am withholding my endorsement for the time being,” Olivier announced, “but I have no plans to support your opposition either.”

Despite the terse mood of the room, Black Hayate trotted up to the General, and the frown etched into her timeless features fell. She discarded her right glove and scratched affectionately between his ears. Olivier’s eyes softened as he leaned into her surprisingly soft touch.

“I like dogs,” she announced. “They’re loyal and smart, especially this one. Your wife must have an eye for those characteristics.”

Roy smiled in spite of himself. “Yeah, Riza always has.”

“I offered her a job once,” she added almost apropos of nothing, “but she turned me down cold. Said that she felt her place was watching your back, that it always had been and always would be.”

The grin on Roy’s face grew larger. He hadn’t known that.

“Once they called you a dog of the military. Now they’re calling you old and afraid of your own shadow.”

Armstrong glanced up toward Roy. Her penetrating blue eyes sent a shiver down his spine.

“Prove them wrong, Mustang,” she said. “Show them that old dogs can have new tricks.”

A/N:  Thank you for the prompt. I hope you like it as much as I like these sort of asks popping up in my tumblr inbox. Feel free to send me pairing requests for particular prompts (Fictober or original) via my tumblr, and if you read something you like, don’t hesitate to let me know. Your kudos, bookmarks, subscriptions, comments, likes and reblogs make my day!