#THERE'S A SEAL IN MY SOUP. ( ooc. )

[the-moth-archives]

☾My Personal Moon Knight System HCs☾

Type: fluff - small hurt comfort with Marcs'

Word Count: 1187

Notes: hello !! I didn't really proof read this so there might be some errors. im also not 100% familiar with Jake's character so he might be a little ooc and I apologize for that. I tried to keep this as gender neutral and body neutral as possible. I'm also going to try a new aesthetic for my Moon Knight stuff :)

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Steven

he walks around with dinosaur arms and only puts them down when someone points it out. but there was one time when you pointed it out and he tried to put his hands down but you stopped him, saying it was cute. that sealed the deal with him feeling 100% comfortable with you

sometimes he wakes you up in the middle of the night to ramble about a book he’s been reading 

“hey love, got a minute?” you jumped awake and hummed as he plopped down next to you, book in hand. as he began to ramble, you stayed awake for a little bit, silently listening until he felt your head slump on his shoulder. he still continued to whisper about what he learned as you softly snored, body weight almost complete dead-weighted onto his side. he’d just have to fill you in when you wake up.

if you get off work before him, you’d stop by the museum gift shop just to say hi to him. you can physically see his face brighten when you walk in. he trods over to you to say hello and you two walk around the gift shop, pretending that Steven is helping you find something. but in reality, you’re just chatting about your day and planning for dinner.

if he gets off before you, he also visits you,, or tries to. depending on where you work, it can become hard for him to go in and see you so he’ll sometimes text you that he’s outside for you to look out the window and see him OR go outside to be with him. sometimes he likes to come to your work right before you’re about to leave just so you can both walk together and take the bus back to your shared apartment.

he likes to sleep on top of you in some way. sometimes he likes to lay on top of you when you’re on your stomach and sometimes he likes to lay on your chest. he can either to half of his body laying on your or full body (he prefers full body but he doesn’t mind if you can’t handle it ! he wants his partner to be very comfortable) think of it as you being his personal teddy bear.

pls play with his hair. or just touch him in general. he would literally bend over backwards for you if you promise to comb your fingers through his hair or rub his face/back/literally anywhere on him. when you play with his hair, his grip on you gets tighter as he looks up at you with a love drunk expression. please just touch him, he’ll love you forever.

his love language is acts of service. when you’re not feeling good, mentally or physically, he’s always up and ready to help you. he makes soup for you, gets you flowers and puts them next to the bed, always watches over you and snuggles with you when asked. 

Marc

in the beginning, he’s very standoff-ish. he’s mostly just scared of getting hurt again or messing up and making you angry. but there’s one night where he catches himself feeling very vulnerable around you and ends up breaking down to you. you say nothing and just hold him for however long he needs you. that was his own “sealed the deal” with you

sometimes he has very bad nightmares or vivid flashbacks where he would jolt up and gasp really loudly. sometimes you’ll wake up and hold him close, shushing him back to sleep. you also gave him the ok to wake you up if he ever needs you during the night. he still feels guilty but you always wake up with a sympathetic smile and a warm embrace 

he falls asleep during movies, even if he picks them out. you’d be knees deep into a thriller movie and you’ll get spookie a by his head connecting with your shoulder. you laugh and wake him up if the movie is important to you or if it’s a movie you’ve both wanted to see for a while now. but most of the time, you let him sleep through the rest of the movie and fill him in on what he missed

in the beginning, he was firm on being the big spoon but as time when on, he’d start asking you to spoon him until it became your default position. he only ever becomes the big spoon when you ask him to or you had a bad day.

another touch starved alter, please touch him. he will cry. the first time you actually hugged him, he felt like he was going to sob violently. sometimes he does cry when you hug him or just hold onto him in some way. you’re so gentle to him, he’s never experienced this and wants to bathe in that feeling. please let him be selfish with your touch.

his love language is quality time. he’s attached at the hip with you. wherever you are, he’s also there. Steven and Marc switch off times when sitting in the shower with you. you’d be in the water while they sit outside and talk about either of their days. once you’re done, he gets in the shower and you go on about your day while you dry off and do your nightly routine. if you don’t have a nightly routine, you’ll just sit on the floor where he was previously.

Jake

VERY protective. once he gets to know you and gets used to your existence, as you do with his, he becomes very protective and watches over you like a hawk. if he sees any small bruise or cut on you, he’s gonna play 20 questions with you so be ready.

he likes when you rest your head on his chest or just lay on him period. it makes he feel strong and like he’s succeeding in keeping you safe and loved. he always, ALWAYS, wants you to feel safe with him and to be comfortable around him. he’s a guy with a rough shell and seeing how much Steven and Marc adore you, he wants to keep you there not just for himself but for the other two.

for any special event or holiday, he loves to get you flowers with a small little card, telling you how much he loves you. the cards are usually in Spanish! 

he’s love language is gift giving. anytime he’s out and about, he likes to buy small trinkets that remind him of you and gift them to you when he gets back. you have a whole collection of random keychains hanging on the wall and a small box filled with silly things he’s picked up for you.

yes he does the Gomez thing where he kisses up your arm.

he’s always gotta be touching you. hand around your waist, in your butt pocket, hand in hand, hand on your shoulder, hand resting on your thigh as he drives, etc etc. he will die if he can’t touch you. (pls just touch all of the alters, they’ll never leave you)

[beembeem]

Jjk x reader with stomach flu? I currently have one rn 💀💀

Awww I'm sorry to hear that! I hope you recover soon!

(Gojo, geto,nanami, sukuna,)

Geto and sukuna are a bit short, but that's because I had an idea of what I wanted to write for geto, but it would've been too long, so I might upload it as it's my own fic! Sukunas is short because I tried to write him as a nice guy, but Canon sukuna would not care(ToT), so I guess this sukuna is a bit ooc?

Gojo:

"Say, ahhh!" He poked the spoon full of soup at your sealed lips,"I told you I'm not feeling well enough to eat." You glared at him before laying down in bed and turning your back to him. "Well, you haven't eaten at all, and you need to take the medicine with food. So -" You heard him snickering, and you turned over to face him."Here comes the train! Choo choo. " he laughed and once again tried moving the spoon to your mouth. You tried to hold a serious face but succumbed to your need to laugh. You sat up in your bed and opened your mouth for the spoon and swallowed the warm chicken soup. Bit by bit gojo spooned the soup into your mouth until the bowl was empty. "See? It wasn't that ba -" the blue-eyed man was cut off by a loud heave."EW! EWEWEW Y/N DONT THROW UP HERE!"

Geto:

"Do you want the lights off?" Geto asked as he brushed a stray hair from your sweaty forehead and behind your ear. " Yes, please!" You responded, and your body shivered. The blankets you were bundled in did little to help with the chills that wracked your body ever so often. The lights went off with a click, "Can you turn on the night light?" You asked, and he obliged. Once the nightlight was on, he made his way to the side of your bed. " Is the heating pad hot enough?" He asked, checking the thermostat that peeked out of the comforters."Yep! It's the perfect temp. " You smiled weakly, and he bent down to kiss your forehead."Try to get some sleep. I'll make you some soup when you wake up, alright?" The lack of response told him that you were already fast asleep. Without making a sound, he made his way out of your room and shut the door behind him.

Nanami:

You sighed as a cool wet rag was placed on your forehead. "I'll be right here if you need anything." Nanami gave a small smile."I need a bucket. " You sat up, covering your mouth, holding down the vomit."Just a minute!" He shot up and ran out the room before shortly returning with a bucket " here!" He sat it down next to 5 you heaved over the bucket. Nanamis' hands moved to hold your hair out the way. When you were done emptying your stomach, He wiped the vomit from the corners of your mouth "sorry" You croaked your throat sore from your 5th time throwing up "Don't worry about it sweetheart. I hope that was everything?" He raised an eyebrow." I don't feel anything else coming up, so I think I'm good!" You smiled then coughed."Lay down, and I'll make you some tea, " he said before leaving the room."Thank you, nanami!" You yelled

Sukuna:

"Stomach flu? You humans are so weak. " he laughed at your frail figure wrapped in blankets, and you frowned, your eyes started to well up with tears. The fever and headaches combined with his insults were too much for you, and you began to sob "ew'-" he looked at you with disgusting. "I mean. Uh there there? Don't cry. " he pat your back awkwardly. And you continued to sob " uraume! Bring tissues!" He yelled out the door and then turned his attention to you." Uh. Your stomach has a flu, correct? I shall let uraume know to bring you some teas, " he states before leaving the room."I can't have my best workers dying now, can i?"

[atimelesslullaby]

Meet the Mun

ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘɪᴄᴋ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ ᴍᴜꜱᴇ(ꜱ) ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ?

Oh, goodness. In 2013 This actually started out as a Twilight Princess Zelda with some friends, who I parted ways with on not so friendly terms. Then it was an OoT Zelda in a group, before November 2014 when I turned her indie. I've loved OoT Zelda since I was young, at first, it was solely for her beauty. As I grew older, and began to understand her character, I only loved her more.

some past urls have been: 'greaterlight' - 'magickick' - 'sagexftime'

ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ?

Smut. I will not write it, even though we're both of age. Anything of the like will strictly be fade to black. Nothing against those who enjoy writing it, and I'm not sex repulsed. It's just not my thing.

ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ?

I do like action, though I rarely get to write it. I also want to explore her extreme guilt for what happened. Let's be real, the events of OoT happened because *she* decided her dream was prophecy, and set the gears turning. It was, as she even says herself, all her fault. I feel like she's one of the most flawed Zeldas out there. Most of them are selfless, kind, completely devoted to saving everything. While OoT Zelda was similar, she's also very selfish. She sent a total stranger on a quest, she expected him to protect her while she sealed Ganon away, and even in the end. She abused her power over time to create new timelines. She didn't even ask if Link wanted to be sent back to his childhood.

Good intentioned as it was, it was selfish.

ʜᴏᴡ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ?

I've made this Zelda my own, really, as we get hardly any adult Zelda canon. We get two legitimate scenes with her, and two small ones. That's it. If an idea comes to me, I'll introspect on it, and if I feel it deserving, make a headcanon post about it.

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ɪɴ ꜱɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴏʀ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀʏ ᴍᴜꜱɪᴄ?

When writing her, I'll often listen to the ending of OoT. The part where she and Link are together in the sky, and listen up until the end, then repeat until I've finished writing. Not *always*, but often. I absolutely adore the music.

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇᴘʟɪᴇꜱ ᴏʀ ᴡɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍ?

I can do both! I've been told very often that people are intimidated by the lengths I can reach. All I can say is please, don't be intimidated by how long my replies can get. As long as you give me something to work with, length doesn't really matter.

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ꜱʜɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ?

Oh goodness yes, when it's developed well. I don't have any current ships on Zelda's blog anymore than I can remember, they've all been lost to the echoes of time. One of them is still alive, but it's strictly on Discord. That being said, if you want to plan a ship, let me know! My Zelda is heteroromantic, demisexual. All you cute guys out there hit a girl up

ᴡʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀʟɪᴀꜱ/ɴᴀᴍᴇ?

You can call me Bear, you can call me Danny. Either works!

ᴀɢᴇ?

I turned 32 a few months ago

ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ?

January 9th

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ(ꜱ)?

Orange and Brown

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜱᴏɴɢ(ꜱ)?

I mostly listen to animated music. I don't know if I could pick a true favorite, but the first song that comes to mind is the reprise of "Part of Your World" from The Little Mermaid (who I also write lmao, I have four main blogs)

ʟᴀꜱᴛ ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ?

When The Wind Blows

ʟᴀꜱᴛ ꜱʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ?

I'm afraid I don't watch television

ʟᴀꜱᴛ ꜱᴏɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪꜱᴛᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ?

Part of Your World (I was practicing it yesterday, only got the first half recorded cause I didn't like how the second half came out u_u)

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜰᴏᴏᴅ?

Tomato Soup with lots of cheese :3c

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜱᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ?

Winter. Long nights, starry skies, snowy fields. I adore it.

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ?

I don't want to exclude anyone, there are many people I care about on Tumblr. But if I had to choose one person, I'd say @trencri. I've known Donnie for two years now, but it feels like we've been friends for ages. We've talked near every day for those two years. We relate on a lot of subjects, both IC and OOC.

Tagged By: @red-man-of-mustache (Thank you <3)

[infinitethree]

*manifests Drasta into Daz’s mind so Innit can eat it*

Innit startles in surprise as a table, chair, bowl of food, and spoon appear out of nowhere.

Its confusion only grows as a note appears beside it.

hello Innit. I have some pasta for you. It is for eating. Ignore the eyeballs -love, Das Daz

For a few seconds, Innit suspects that the fucking bastard is playing mind games with it. A cautious check on Daz reveals that he's too wrapped up in his own thoughts.

…Weird eyeball pasta aside, the soup looks good. It smells good, too.

And it's not like it can really die. Or, if it does, that would fuck Daz over in its own right.

It cautiously sits. After a few moments of finagling the spoon into a decent hold despite the tips of its fingers ending in sharp black points, it takes a bite.

It's good. Or at least, good to it; it has no idea if this is actually tasty or not. There’s no real frame of reference for it to latch onto.

"Thank you," it manages, trying to keep its voice from cracking.

It fails when a realization washes over it; the first thing it had ever been given, the very first gift for it and it alone, is food.

It's impossible on a dozen levels. Tears flood its not-quite-right eyes and it muffles a quiet sob.

It's stupid that this is what gets to it. It shouldn't matter.

…But it's the first real, uncomplicated kindness it's had for three painful, lonely years. Three years spent trapped while Daz lived a full, happy life. Three years spent watching him laugh and scheme and be free, while Innit remained sealed away and forgotten.

Three years of having to sustain itself on hate and anger, until it couldn't remember what anything else felt like.

This strange act of kindness nearly burns with how foreign it feels.

"Sorry– sorry, I just–" it tries to explain, tries to make sure that kindness won't vanish (won't turn into daggers to plunge into its back, like every other scrap of kindness it's known), but it’s impossible to put into words.

How do you explain how important such a small, simple thing is to you? Especially something as stupid as weird eyeball pasta soup.

"...It’s been a long time since anyone has been nice to me," it finally says. Its tone is rough with emotion. "I've– I've never had food before. It's good. Thank you."

OOC::

Heads up that ONLY Innit can be given items. This is because there are a lot of characters who would bump askers/Observers to extant threats to them and theirs! Which is bad.

I'm already pretty sure Daz is going to figure out that they're being read and not watched eventually, I don't want to give him another reason to attempt to get into the real world to murder me and/or shatter my sanity.

And casual reminder that I have a lot of extra info in the docs (also linked in the pinned post), which have been and will be occasionally updated with new info. There are some secrets buried in a few of them, too. :)

[catswcctcd-a-blog]

revival of the tiny cat STARTER CALL. capped at two. mutuals only. 

[ssadropout]

The Contest

This bit of silliness and OOC-ness is based on the Seinfeld episode “The Contest.” I have no idea why I wrote a fic based on that episode (well, maybe because I love it), but I know that I could never get close to that episode’s perfection. If you haven’t seen it, you are really missing out.

Havoc is caught doing something very private, and the incident prompts a competition among the Mustang Gang plus Rebecca. 

0-0-0-0-0

Happily for Havoc, it was Breda who found him. Sadly, it was not the most embarrassing thing that had ever happened to him (but that's another story for another time.) Jean had gone into the men's locker room to shower after his workout. He'd felt tired until he noticed the magazine. The issue of Guns! Guns! (Guns!) was open to a page showing a brunette with long curly hair and a blond with short hair. They were skimpily clad and holding new rifle models. Maybe, if they hadn't looked so much like Catalina and Hawkeye, it wouldn't have happened, but they did sort of resemble the two best friends. And he did have a thing for one of them- the one that he was a little less afraid of.

He figured that he had a few minutes before anyone else showed up, since the others had just begun their workouts when he'd left.

He hadn't taken into consideration the degree of Breda's dislike of exercise (which rivaled his fear of dogs.) Havoc was so close when his cohort walked in, but that was that. Havoc was caught in the act, and Breda regretted that the seen could not be unseen. The red head did not say a word. He really didn't need to. They showered, and as they left the locker, Havoc whined, “You're not going to tell anyone, are you?”

“Hell, yes!” said Breda with an evil grin.

Hawkeye noticed that Havoc wouldn't look her in the eyes. He seemed to be avoiding looking at her at all. He just sort of looked beyond her. She also saw that Breda's attempt at a nonchalant mien was sure to fail. She realized that it was one of those times where she didn't want to know what the problem was, so she just went back to work.

Breda sauntered over to Fuery's desk with a mischievous look in his eyes. He spoke lowly. First Fuery's eyes grew wide, magnified by his thick lenses. Then, his face grew beet red. Then he started giggling nervously, averting his head from Havoc's direction. That was about when the Colonel stepped out of his inner office.

His gaze took everything in: Hawkeye diligently working, Breda talking to Fuery, Fuery trying to control himself, Falman working, and Havoc working... Havoc working when something was going on? The Colonel instantly analyzed the situation. “Master Sergeant Fuery, I need you in my office.”

Breda paled, and Havoc nearly fainted. They knew that Mustang would break Fuery like a marshmallow-roasting twig. He had gone right for the weakest link. Breda mouthed , “Sorry Hav,” across the room.

Mustang preceded poor Kain into the inner office and had him shut the door. He sat at his desk and feigned interest in his paper work, saying nothing. After about five minutes, he said, “Sergeant?”

“Sir?”

“Do I really need to ask?”

“Please don't make me tell you, Sir.”

“I'm afraid that I can't grant that request.”

“It's really not my story to tell, Colonel.”

“It is unless you want the rest of the team to stay until 2200.”

“That's not fair, Sir!”

The Colonel just stared at the poor communications officer who finally sighed. “Okay, Sir,”

0-0-0

Mustang called the men into his office. Hawkeye rose, too, but his look sent her silently back to her seat. She really did not want to know.

The Colonel was trying to look serious, but there was definitely a twinkle in his eyes. Havoc looked sick, and Breda was trying not to snicker. Poor Fuery looked abashed, and Falman... well, you know. Mustang, usually not at a loss for words, seemed to be mentally formatting a sentence. Finally:

“What the hell, Havoc? What if it had been anyone not from our team? What were you thinking?”

“He wasn't,” Breda whispered but was silenced by Mustang's I want to burn something look.

“If you had seen the magazine, Sir... Do you want me to go get it?” Havoc ventured.

“You've got to be kidding me!” However, Mustang was curious. “Did you see it, Breda?”

“The models did resemble the Lieutenant and 2nd Lieutenant. However, they didn't have enough clothes on to show whether they were military or not. They didn't exactly hold the rifles like they were professional... shooters.” Breda was looking at Havoc as he was answering Mustang.

The Colonel turned to Havoc and asked, “And which lady did you find more attractive?”

Nearly choking, Jean replied, “I think that brunettes are really hot!” It was the truth, but more importantly, it was the right answer. Mustang seemed to relax a little.

“I can't believe that you could not control yourself!”

“C'mon Colonel! Didn't you ever just have to... take care of business?”

“It's not what you did as much as it's where you did it.”

“I bet you would have done the same thing, Boss!”

Before Roy could reply, Breda cut in. “I think that I have an idea.”

0-0-0

Whoever held out from spanking the monkey the longest would win the pot. Each of the five men would ante up 2,000 cenz. The Contest would begin the next Monday so that the men could prepare for it. Falman would handle the money. Reporting of failure to master ones lapse would be on the honor system.

And that's how the Contest would have proceeded had Havoc not run into the darker model's doppelganger. What ensued was emblematic of why he had problems with the ladies. While he had the presence of mind to not blurt out the incident that had inspired the Contest, he did tell her about the Contest.

“I want in!”Rebecca yelled as she poked him in the chest.

“You're not part of our unit, and, anyway, you're a girl,” explained Havoc.

“What about Riza? She's a girl?”

“Lieutenant Hawkeye is not part of it. She doesn't know about it, unless Mustang told her.”

“I see!” Catalina snapped and stalked off. Right to talk to Hawkeye, of course.

0-0-0

Ten minutes later, the men were called into the Colonel's inner office. Catalina and Hawkeye had clearly double teamed Mustang, who did not appear to be pleased.

“The participation in our Contest is being expanded. The 1st and 2nd lieutenants will be joining us.”

“Wait a minute!” interrupted Breda. “That's not fair! Everyone knows that women don't have the same need for relief as men.”

Havoc added, “Plus, Hawkeye wouldn't...”

“I wouldn't what, Havoc?”

“Um. Nothing.” If she kept looking at him like that, he'd win with ease.

Falman suggested that it would be fairer if the women put in 3,000 cenz each. Everyone agreed, and they piled their hands to seal the deal.

Tuesday 0830

“We have 2000 cenz in the kitty,” monotoned Falman.

“Already? Who... is not a Master Sergeant?” quipped Roy.

“Was there a new Wonder Woman comic book, Fuery?” asked Breda.

“Not me!”

A sigh came from Falman's desk. “I'm the one who's out.”

“You, Falman? How?”

“My lady friend called from South City. She said some things. I said some things. When we hung up, I did a thing.”

“This calls for a moment of silence,” said Breda.

Tuesday 1215

Riza decided to go to the gym for a workout and just heat up some soup to eat at her desk later. She changed into her shorts and tee and trotted to the gym. She was still standing in the doorway when a grunt drew her attention to the Boflex. There, glowing with the sweat of effort, was her commanding officer, clad in shorts and an A-shirt. She stared, mouth open a little. One could easily forget what a desk jockey might be hiding under his uniform. She gazed at his biceps, bulging in an un- Armstrong but alluringly strong way. He was clueless of her presence, lost in the zone. After a few seconds, she backed away silently.

Wednesday 0850

Fuery emptied his pocket onto Falman's desk

“The new Wonder Woman comic came out.”

Wednesday 1030

Everyone watched as Hawkeye rose from her desk chair and placed an envelope tidily onto Falman's desk.

“Et tu, Lieutenant?”

“Hawkeye? I had a side bet on you for the win!” Havoc moaned. “What drove you to... No! How exactly do you... tune up your equipment?”

The look that Hawkeye gave may have been her most intimidating yet.

The colonel abruptly turned and retreated to his office. It wouldn't do for anyone to notice his bobbing Adam's apple or his dilated pupils.

But, Hawkeye had noticed. She may have looked like her mind was 100% on her work, but she was grinning evilly inside. She was sure that her plan for revenge would work.

Wednesday 1830

Only Mustang and Hawkeye remained in the office. They would have been able to leave on time had Mustang not sat at his desk staring much of the day.

“I think that you should just go home, Sir. You are mostly caught up. You can make up the rest tomorrow morning.”

“That's a good idea, Lieutenant. I'll drive you home. Let's go!”

“Is it okay if I stop in the Lady's Room for a minute?”

“Sure. I'll meet you at the door to the parking lot.”

He listened to the soft thud of his boots echo in the empty hall. All he could think about was the lieutenant. He would give anything to know whom she had found so irresistibly seductive. He thought that she was the hottest, smartest, prettiest, everything good-est woman he knew. He knew that she liked him and was pledged to follow him, but she seemed to think of him as a bit of an idiot. He was not the kind of man that she would fall for.

He heard steps, and a moment later, she turned the corner into his sight line. He smiled. As she got closer, he realized that she had let her hair down and put on some lip gloss.

He opened the car door for her, and she put her hand on his arm liked a lady being helped in. He shut the passenger door and got in himself.

They always had had good communication, both silent and not. She told him a cute story about Hayate and her neighbor's cat. He pulled up in front of her building.

“Don't forget that you still have work to make up, tomorrow, Sir.”

“I wo...”

She grabbed his jacket lapels and pulled him into a kiss. Her breath was fresh. The kiss was not too soft. Not too hard. Not nearly long enough. She jumped out of the car, slammed the door, and glided into her building. Had she actually swayed her hips a little? He banged his forehead on the steering wheel.

Thursday 0800

Havoc walked in whistling a jaunty tune and looked around at everyone diligently working. “Is the Boss in?”

“He's in his office,” said Fuery.

Havoc shrugged and plopped into his seat.

Thursday 1650

Mustang showed his face in the outer office for the first time that day. He reached into his pocket and counted out 2000 cens that he handed to Falman.

“Just now? In your office?” cackled Breda.

Mustang's glare rivaled Hawkeye's best. “No! Last night at home.”

“What... triggered it, Boss?”

“Just shut up,” mumbled Boss.

Riza's smirk rivaled Roy's best.

Friday 0820

Breda paid his 2000 cenz. He had gone to a topless bar alone, because Havoc had been otherwise engaged.

“Looks like it's just Havoc and Catalina. It doesn't make any sense.”

Havoc smiled and whistled.

Later, Breda passed Catalina in a hall. She looked more mellow than he thought was possible for the excitable woman.

The following Friday 1450

“I can't believe that you and or Catalina are being honest. You've caved, haven't you, Havoc?” Breda was turning a shade of purple. “ I even put that pinup calendar in your desk.”

“I can only speak for myself,” stated Jean. “I have not spanked the monkey since the contest began. Lieutenant Hawkeye, has Catalina said anything to you?”

“She said that she's been good. Then she said 'Really good.' She refused to explain what that meant. She was... preternaturally- for her- calm. Also, she canceled our dinner plans. It's very strange.”

Friday2300

Havoc put his arm around Catalina and kissed her cheek. She slid onto his lap and tipped her wineglass to his lips.

“This contest is the best thing that ever happened to me.” He kissed her mouth. “I think that I fell for you the first time you called me 'jerkhick.' You made up a name just for me.”

Catalina kissed his neck. “Yep. We might never have gotten close if it weren't for this stupid contest, you jerkhick. You're not half as dumb as I thought you were. And your body is twice as hot. And I even like you. How long do you think we should wait until we just ask for the money?”

“I don't know, but I do know that you don't have to wait for...”

“Then don't make me wait.”

[johnwaterstrike]

A Brother of Brothers (Day 1)

(ooc: Done in both FFXIV and Discord between Khyran, Sizha, and John.  I only have what Sizha and I did in discord so I’ll be post it here.  Done a few months ago.)

Khyran Oisin calls John Waterstrike to the Shourd, to speak with him and have him understand why his adoptive brother Sizha’to N’az has decided to combine his split souls into one.  It takes a while but John realize that for Sizha and Ahzi to grow, they have to become one once more.  John will be staying in the cabin with them, to watch over and make sure that they will not do this alone.

"I'll grab some supplies as well, some first aid supplies, probably a few more food items."  He thought for a moment.  "I'll send letters to my parents so they won't worry and to Warren and the others, in case they need to contact me."  He would have to contact Howl too, so his boyfriend would know where he was at so he wouldn't worry.

Sizha nodded to him as John spoke, closing his eyes. He had informed Etienne before he left and was ultimately unsure of what he would return to. But he had to hope. He had to. HIs grip tightened on his book before he nodded to him. "Yes....p..please. Let anyone know that you must and bring whatever supplies you think can last a few days. I have a few of my own. I will be inside the cottage and I won't begin until you're back....safe and sound." He nodded, opening his eyes. 

"I'll pick up a couple of extra robs as well to change into.  It won't take me long to get back.  I'll linkpearl Warren and then send the letters to Howl and my parents by post before I leave Bent to head for the cottage."  He step back drawing on that line of aether that spoke of Gridania.  "I should be back in half a bell."

Sizha nodded to him and bowed in earnest. He truly appreciated what he what he was doing and the time he sacrificed. It was the last moments as he was before he became something...someone else, after all. "I will be here....John. T..thank you...." 

"Little brothers, you don't have to thank me." he said, holding onto those words.  "Family, even adoptive, stick together.  I'm not letting you go though this alone." 

"....." -If brother is what you will us to be...then brother is what we shall be.- "F...for as long as you will it, John. You're the only one besides Etienne who knows so deeply of my past, my state and my memories. You have shown quite a lot as of late...and you've been there. May it be so...you and I. As family." 

John smile, "It is an honor to be your elder brother, you two.  And when you are both one, it won't be an honor...it will just be."  He pause for a moment, an idea coming to him.  Once that Raging had told him when he was younger.  "Let me get those supplies and then I'll join you at the cabin."

Sizha nodded to him, placing a hand on his shoulder for a moment before letting go. "Of course. W..we'll be here." 

"I won't be long."  With that, he caught the aether and teleported to Gridania.  He took a moment to stop by the market, buying so robes and settling down long enough to send letters to his parents and then to Howl.  He then contact Warren, letting him know where he would be at. 

Sizha patiently waited for him to return, entering the cabin. It was in decent shape, fairly well kept , swept and cleaned. He seemed to relax as he looked it over, sighing to himself. 'This is ours, Ahzi...our place to rest. I'm sure it will be central to us....' 

"Yes, make sure that these get to Ul'dah, Thomas and Margret Waterstrike," he said, handing the letter with the Waterstrike Seal on it.  "This to Howl in Lisma."  Once he was done, he teleported back to back to Bentbranch.  Quickly making his way back to the cabin, he knock before opening the door.  "Sizha...Ahzi...I wasn't too late?" 

He would hear answer inside. "No. I wouldn't start without you here."

"Well, I did tell you half a bell but I got some extra cooking items."  He place what look to be a new pack down.  He remove the two neatly folded robes, before pulling out small bags and contenders.  "You should probably eat before you start your mediation."  A couple of the contenders had ice shards pack around several fish and some chicken breasts.  "I'm not as good as a cook as Grandmother Mari but I can fix something simple if need be."

Sizha would smile softly at John, bowing to him from where he was seated. "It's alright John. Don't trouble yourself." Both he and Ahzi took on the moment as they watched him calmly. They both wanted to comfort him and make sure he was alright. -You are doing enough to take care of us. We appreciate it...no matter what you do.- 

John shook his head, "It's no trouble, Sizha," he said.  "I'm glad that you both appreciate it, Ahzi.  And you should both eat, especially since you both will be in mediation for a couple of days."  He wonder what he could fix.  "Stone soup...no didn't get the stone...ah, how about roast fish.  It simple and I could use the bones to make a stock for soup later?"  He wiggle his finger at Sizha.  "Like I said, you both will need the energy for this."  And he needed something to do to help them, even if it was only feeding them before they started. 

Sizha nodded at him, taking his place in front of a fireplace. "That sounds like a good idea, John. Y..you're right. I apologize for whatever troubles you might run into trying to take care of us during this process. I don't think we'll fight but...we...ah..I might not be responsive. We trust you, John." 

"No apologize.  Hopefully, you two won't have to fight, since you are both in agreement with this."  He pull a box from the back, removing the knife from it.  "I'll get these clean up and set them up in front of the fire."  He pointed to the bag with several root vegetables.  "There some butter in the round container.  Can you put some in the pan and put those on the coals?  They take a little longer to cook then the fish." 

Sizha nodded in response as he took care of the butter, placing it into the pan and obeyed the orders he was given. He was quiet for a while as he did it. 

"Just make sure the butter doesn't burn."  John finish cleaning the fish, adding salt and pepper before fitting them onto the maple board.  Once that was done, he stood up and bought the boards over, setting it on top of the hot ash near the fire.  He took the bag of root vegetables, putting them in the pan, and stir them before settling back to look over at Sizha.  "While this is cooking, is there anything I should keep an eye out for...in case something happens while you two are in mediation?"

"........." Sizha thought about this for a moment. "If it looks like I can't come back or respond at all for an entire day, then I would be concerned. I might panic....and I'll need you to be nearby so I have someone familiar...." 

"Hm," he said, shifting the vegetables a bit in the pan before moving it a little so it wouldn't be on direct heat.  "Sort of the same what I have to have a second, in case I can't find my way back during 'dream' then."  He added a little salt to the vegetables while they cook.  "I'll monitor both of your aether too.  That will give me some warning but probably my voice should guide both of you back." 

"That would be best. I don't even know if it would be affected but to be sure....I'd much rather have someone watching. I...I'm afraid of being alone in this....."

"You two are not going to be alone." he said, touching his shoulder.   "I'll be here, when you both are 'You', ok?"  He tap a box, that was setting just in his pack.  "I'll have something special made up for you as well, Little Brothers." 

"Something special? B...but you don't have to....really. Y..you've done enough." 

"Nope.  I want to do this."  John check the vegetables, finding finally tender enough to eat and set them back on the coals to get some color on them.  He check the fish, the smell starting to make his mouth water.  "Almost done.  If it turns out well, I may make them into Starlight gifts for everyone." 

"What turns out well? The fish?" He seemed a bit confused but maybe it was due to the hunger he was experiencing. 

Sizha eyes the food but is now curious. "Now I want to know. Maybe we both will need it." 

John wiggles his finger, "How can it be a surprise if I tell you what it is?"  He pull out silverware, handing a fork over to Sizha.  "Eat, then we set about you both becoming yourself." 

"......" Sizha looked up to him with a careful expression...soft and attentive. He was thakful for his care right now. He sighed and nodded at him, taking the fork. "Y-you're right...hah...." 

Truthfully, he needed to keep himself busy while Sizha and Ahzi was doing this.  So chocolate making and doing some notes would hopefully not have him worry for his little brothers.  The fish flake off in nice chunks, nicely season, though it probably could have used a little butter on it.  It probably wouldn't take long for the two to make short work of it. or the vegetables.  Flopping onto his back, John patted his full stomach.  "too much..." he moan but it had turn out to be pretty good.  He sigh, before sitting up enough to rest on his elbows.  He look at them sadly.  "I guess this is a so long for right now, little brothers?  When you come out of of the mediation, it will just be my little brother."

Sizha nodded gently to him as he lay beside the fireplace and near John. He smiled solemnly. "Yes....you're right but....we'll be your little brother, always. O..ok?" He moves and hugs John to him.  -You've taken good care of us. We won't forget...-  "Stay strong...." 

He raised one arm, catching the other to him, burying his face in Sizha's hair.  "I hope you keep it, Ahzi.  I'll stay strong...but... make sure you stay strong as well.  You'll both going to face a lot in your head but I know you can do it." 

Sizha held him close, both he and Ahzi present to comfort him. "We will do this..." -Together....- "We have a lot to gain from this....and we'll be a stronger brother for you and everyone else." 

John held them for a moment more before pulling away and looking at them.  "You do but also remember," he said, "Strength is go but it is not the end all or be all.  Smarts, empathy, and strength."  He touch Sizha's head, then heart, and grip his little brothers' shoulders.  "Be careful in there, you two." 

He nodded slowly, smiling warmly. "We will." -I'll make sure of it.- Placing a hand on his shoulder, he squeezed it briefly before turning around to the fire with a deep breath. 

Taking a breath himself, John pull the pans away from the fire.  "I'll store the leftover and clean up.  Go ahead and start medating.  I'll be here if you need me." 

Sizha was able to prepare for the meditation easier knowing that. He would close his eyes as he began to start the process of withdrawing into his mind...but he wanted, just a moment, to encapsulate this. After the memory was taken and stored into his mind, he continued the process of using the fires flickering light to bring him into a trance. It would take some time but they were both ready and willing. 

John place ice shards around the left over fish and vegetables and then cleaning the silverware with a little bottle water.  Once he had put everything away, he move over to Sizha, holding his hand out to feel the vibration of his aethers, and even now, he could feel a tiny bit of aethers swirling in a center within Sizha.  Moving over a chair and small table near the fireplace, he pull out paper and one of his drawing charcoals.  He began to draw Sizha, then began to draw about that two more images of Sizha, one in faint charcoal, the other in darker.  He frown then eyes brighten as he search out the copper and silver inks and one of his old quills.  He broke the quill, taking half to dip into the copper ink he pour out on a sheet of paper, brushing it into a swirl from the lighter charcoal to the darker one.  He then took the other half of the quill, dipping int into the silver ink and swirling it from the darker to the lighter.  He then place the two halves together and did a swirl of both inks in the center of the two swirls.  He sat back from the drawing, looking at it before his eyes move over to Sizha.  "I'll be here, waiting, Little Brother..." 

@sizhatonaz

[catswcctcd-a-blog]

The more people that follows me, the more chances I’m given to spread the word of Ethereal Giant Cosmical Cake Precure Goddess. Are you all sure you can give me this power?

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卐 & ☂ !

★ WRITING QUESTIONS. ( accepting! )

卐 is “Worst role play-related encounter and what advice you would give to others to avoid similar situations?“

Drama I had way way back. I was just starting in tumblr, I think I had less than a year here. But it was mostly because of my own stupidness and partially because of douchey people. The only advice I could give about it is that you shouldn’t think anyone here owes you anything besides courtesy and that you should try to talk to people before passing judgement on them. Sometimes is your own shit was stabs you on the back. 

☂ is “Spread some love: mention someone you’ve met that has influenced you or your writing in a positive way, and explain how.“

I think I should mention lumi here. She’s currently roleplaying Lillie from Pokemon Sun/Moon @herbloom. I can’t remember the first time I’ve met her, not right now at least (My memory is excessively selective, sorry), but reading her stuff forced me to step up my english. I’ve never been in an academy so that’s why my writing sometimes seems a bit broken but I had to do it. I felt that I had to work on it to not disgrace our threads. 

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MUSE:

name: Yukari Kotozume nickname / alias: Cure Macaron zodiac sign: Gemini. gender: Cis Female favorite color: Shades of purple, white. average hours of sleep: 8-9 hs. last thing you googled: famous stores in harajuku  height: approx. 164 cm

MUN:

name: [TOP SECRET] nickname / alias: Selkie, Blu, Inconsistency God. zodiac sign: Aries gender: Last time I checked I was male or something. favorite color: Red maybe. It’s difficult for me to pick just one color.  average hours of sleep: 6-8 hs. last thing you googled: ethernet suddenly stopped working ( and I still don’t get why) height: 183 cm

TAGGED BY: @maxhcart (thanks emi!) TAGGING: @symphonicc, @sainthief, @karismatickitty, @lcitue, @strawbelled & everyone else that wants to steal this!

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hi friend this is your friendly reminder that i love and appreciate you

I LOVE YOU EMI DON’T EVER LEAVE ME. HNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG

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✘ ▲

★ WRITING QUESTIONS. ( accepting! )

✘ is ‘Any head canons you’d like to imply on you character but know they wouldn’t fit?’

That jazz music relaxes Yukari a lot and she’s specifically fond of band jazz. But it would imply Yukari has something she loves, instead of soft liking towards Tea Ceremony, fashion and being a dickhead sometimes. At least it wouldn’t work in my main verse, since she struggles with precisely that: Her interest in things being somewhat effusive (with minimal likes toward stuff) and lack of passion. 

▲ is ‘What sort of information do you like to see on someone’s role play page that helps you determine whether or not you would want to write with them?’

How much time they’ve been roleplaying helps. Although I mostly decide on how interesting the interactions would be and how much drama they have around them.

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wow, wait a sec. i didn’t know the same guy that composes music for the BNHA series is the one that composes for Kirakira Precure. No wonder the OST is that good.

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♫?

★ WRITING QUESTIONS. ( accepting! )

♫ is “Are there parts of your own personality that you reflect onto your character? How do they work?“

Yukari is pretty different from me, mostly when it comes to attitude towards life itself. Yet we do share some traits, some that I personally wouldn’t want to recognize though. But, mmm... Parts of my own personality that end up pouring on my portrayal? I think my parental way of caring about others. It’s something that I always end up doing in characters that have a little tendency to behave that way and Yuka is no exception.

That’s pretty much everything I can think of right now, most of the difficulties I have when writing her revolve around how different she’s from me in many aspects. I can’t find enough things to reflect into her. 

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As most of you have seen I’ve been having a bit of fun with Yukari and Meimi so...

Here it is, @sainthief, Meimi with Kirapati’s uniform. 

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~ ABOUT THE MUN ~

IN GENERAL:

Nicknames:   Selkie. Preferred pronouns:   HE/HIM/THEY/THEM Are you a morning person?:   No, I mean my brain works partially but mornings aren’t my friends.  When swimming, do you prefer to do it in the ocean, or in a lake?:  Ocean.

ON TUMBLR:

When did you first join? How old is your current account?:  Like in 2012 I think. Mako is turning one year in less than four months. : ) Any peeves?:   Many.

FEELINGS:

Do you easily get jealous?:   More or less. Do you easily get angry?:   Unless you touch specific topics, nope. Are you easy to cheer up?:   Yep.  Are you good at hiding your emotions?:   Nope.

THINGS:

Favourite drink:   Soda Antarctica (although it’s not in Argentina yet), good coffee and... cold water when it’s hot. Favourite food:  Gimme a good pizza and I’m a Happy Seal™ Most calming place?:   My bed, any nature-filled place, any observatory dome.

Tagged by: @pcnthcr some time ago, thanks rei! Tagging: @steelbanchou, @phantomthiievery, @maikoyaki, @hekigankiseki, @froppii and YOU.