#just wanted to say good morning and send you all huggles~

[darehearts]

-rolls onto the dash after 4 days- hewwo..............  this is your captain speaking 🫣

[firewoodfigs]

letters to a young poet 

Summary: Riza Hawkeye, a young, aspiring poet, exchanges letters with her fiancé, Roy Mustang during his time in the military academy. He attempts to write her poems and prose about life and love, and occasionally sends her presents to remind her of him. Like his boxers.

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(a/n: (i) title is taken from Rilke's book. (ii) tw: the timeline of this is largely based on yet another man's battlefield, so there are brief mentions of racism here. (iii) I recommend reading on ao3 instead because... formatting issues, again xD (iv) original poetry at the end)

for @royaiweek 2020 - thank you to the lovely mods for organising!! 💖 

~x~

“Promise you’ll write to me when I’m away?”

“Of course, Roy,” Riza drawls idly as she adjusts his coat and ensures that his tie is neatly in place.

“Thank you. I’m going to miss you terribly, you know,” he says, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead before stretching his arms out invitingly. Smiling, she leans in and allows herself to be crushed to his chest in a warm, firm embrace.

God, I’m really going to miss her, he thinks, as he inhales her scent - a lovely mix of gunpowder and peonies and old books - and incarcerates it in his memory.

Roy steps back to admire her pretty countenance properly. Pride and admiration swells in his heart, and he can't help but run his fingers gently through her flaxen tresses once more before resting them on her lips.  

“Let me be your muse,” Roy declares with a triumphant grin, pressing a hand to his heart with a melodramatic flourish that earns an amused eye roll from his fiancée. “For parting is such sweet sorrow, and -“

“Shut up.” She pulls him by his tie to kiss him roughly, before flashing a wicked grin and kicking him out of the door. “Get going, you lovesick, histrionic fool.”

Riza throws his belongings out and slams the door as he stares at the wood longingly with an endearing pout.

~x~

June 8th

Dear Riza,

How doth your literary endeavours come along? I hope all is well with thee. Whenever I close my eyes, I see you Like a midsummer’s night dream, exquisite And when I open my eyes to sunlight I cannot wait to see you once again.

All my love, Roy.

~x~

June 12th

Roy,

Stop trying to imitate Shakespeare and force all your sentences into iambic pentameters. It makes me shudder - in disgust, not delight, lest you misconstrue what I’m saying.

Anyway, my literary endeavours are coming along fine. I’ve been spending my time reading some of the books you got me for my birthday, and for someone who writes so incorrigibly you sure do have impeccable taste. All is well on my end. What about you? How are you adjusting to the academy?

Thanks for the pressed flowers that you sent over, by the way. They’re surprisingly lovely, though I’m sure all credit goes to Vanessa’s guidance.

I also enclosed a scarf that I personally knitted for you in case it gets cold at night. Because you have an uncanny tendency to misplace your things, I embroidered a few water droplets in blue at the bottom for clearer identification (if you lose it I’m never making you anything ever again, this took me days to complete).

Hopefully, they serve as a reminder to you that you’re useless in the rain as well, so that you’ll refrain from doing anything reckless or stupid in my absence.

All my love, Riza.

~x~

Roy tears the package open with all the enthusiasm of a child opening his presents on Christmas morning the instant it lands in his hands. His eyes light up appreciatively at the lovely scarf, laughing at the tiny water droplets at the bottom that she’d added as a personal touch.

When he reads her letter and realises its intended meaning, though, an indignant frown makes its way to his handsome features.

Nevertheless, he dons it on immediately, relishing in the warm comfort and how it smelt like her, like flowers blooming in spring (even if his fiancée didn’t appreciate his poetic attempts, he very much liked to believe he was capable of using a simile properly).

June 16th

Dear Riza,

Thank you for the lovely gift, although your harsh words wound me terribly. Nevertheless, I understand that underneath your acerbic tongue lies a tender heart full of love, and I am a lucky man to be the sole recipient of it. I’m glad you liked the flowers. One day I’ll buy you a carful of them, I promise.

Things are going fine here. I’m adjusting well to the ridiculous sleep schedule (you’re the only person I know who willingly wakes up at seven in the morning daily), and with the rigorous physical training we have to endure I believe you’ll have a glorious set of washboard abs to admire the next time you see me.

I must say, though, the food here is pretty bad. Spinach quiche is pretty much the only edible thing, but this man - I think his name was Huggles or something. Sorry, Hughes - had the audacity to take the last piece of quiche right under my nose.

(Per your commands, though, I refrained from trying anything stupid.)

What’s even worse is the racial prejudice. The other day I saw an Ishvalan getting bullied by a trio of ugly men, but they left before I realised what was really happening… So I helped him out after that. I can’t bear it, to this day - they picked on him just because of his skin colour, for goodness sake! It was completely unwarranted.  

It’s only been a week but I already miss you terribly. Can’t wait till I see you again.

All my love, which extends from one end of Amestris to Xing, Roy.

~x~

June 21st

Dear Roy,

Sure, keep deluding yourself however you like if it makes you happy. You’re not the only recipient, by the way - I made a cute little scarf for Hayate, too, who has replaced your ‘snuggling spot’ in my bed, as you like to call it. Between the both of you I sometimes can’t tell who smells worse.

Also, don’t be ridiculous - what would I even do with a carful of flowers?

I’m glad to hear that things are fine on your end. Waking up at seven is a wonderful thing, especially when you get to see the sunrise, no? I look forward to seeing those abs, though with your drinking habits I’m sure you’ll probably end up with a beer belly in the foreseeable future. Don’t drink too much.

I’m sorry to hear about the quiche. I’ll make you one when you’re back. If it makes you feel better, though, I’ve sent some cookies I made the other day to you as well. Express delivery, in case they go bad.

Also, even if you haven’t already punched the Hughes guy I can already envision you slamming your tray down on the table, turning around to scowl at him like a petulant child and competing with him in just about everything you do.

All I will say is this: relax, it’s just a bloody quiche.

Good to know that you did that! The Ishvalans most certainly don’t deserve such treatment. No one does, of course, but it’s frustrating that certain ethnicities still continue to be singled out and ostracised in Amestris, despite the state’s proclamation that it’s a cosmopolitan society accepting of different cultures and whatnot… Until then, we have to stand with them, stand up for what’s right, and -- oh, I don’t mean to ramble. Just know that I’m proud of you, Roy. Keep at it.  

If it does make you feel better I suppose a tiny part of me does miss you too. Just the slightest.

All my love, Riza (not interested in your silly competitions) Hawkeye.

~x~

Roy blanched at the bag of cookies she’d sent him and the thought of Riza’s quiche. Cooking had never been her strongest suit, and while she was talented in many areas somehow all of that seemed to go away every time she entered a kitchen.

Nevertheless, it was Riza who’d painstakingly made them, and because he appreciates his fiancée’s efforts he vows to eat every single one of them even in her absence.

He bites down on a cookie apprehensively, and is pleasantly surprised to discover that it’s edible. It bears emphasising that this is an incredible feat for Riza Hawkeye - considering how she’d managed to almost burn the entire kitchen down when she tried to make a simple pasta dish for his birthday.

(Fortunately, they’d managed to extinguish it, but afterwards Roy mentally designated himself as head chef for the rest of their lives.)

Deeply touched by the gesture, he wraps one of his shirts to send back as a gift. The thought of her dressed in his apparel has him grinning like the lovesick, histrionic fool that Riza said he was.

June 26th 

Dear Riza,

Don’t say that, I definitely smell better than Hayate. And I know for a fact that you love me, although maybe not as much as I love you -- my love for you knows no territorial boundaries.

You could curate your own gardens with a carful of flowers, I suppose. And we could… Well, smell the flowers and procrastinate together?

It is - the sunlight reminds me of you, and I appreciate that. A lot. I also haven’t been drinking, so don’t worry - these glorious abs are definitely en route to you.

Thank you for the cookies - they were delicious, and I look forward to your quiche when I return. Baby steps, alright? I hope the kitchen will still be intact when I come home.

… It’s sometimes creepy how well you know me… But I think you’ll be pleased to at least know that I became friends with Hughes, after we confronted said trio.

We also made a new friend today - Heathcliff! He’s the Ishvalan I told you about in my last letter. He told us he joined the military because he wanted to change and empower the people’s perceptions of Ishval and its culture from a point of leadership. I think that’s an admirable dream - one that I’d like to assist in, too. He’s been a great friend, and I can’t stand to see him be the recipient of so many pejorative remarks. It’s completely unjustified, and you’re absolutely right on that point.

I take that as an admission that you miss me ‘most ardently’ - have you been writing poems about me in my absence?  

On that note, you’ll be pleased to know that I have a break on the 8th of July for a couple of days. Want to do something fun? I know you’ve been dying to check out that shooting range, and I’ve been training in the academy for my victory.

All my love, kisses and glorious abs, Roy

P.S. I’ve also enclosed a token of my own affection herein for you - hopefully it reminds you of me whenever you wear it.

~x~

Riza stared confusedly at the oddly-shaped lump that surfaced after she opened the package. After reading his letter she was expecting one of his shirts, maybe one of his button-downs that would’ve been perfect as an oversized sleeping top on her, but she certainly wasn’t expecting his…

Boxers.

His boxers, of all things. She holds it up to scrutinise it in its full glory, and it’s peppered with little puppies - his favorite pair.

To say Riza is surprised is an understatement. She’s not quite sure why he’d sent her his boxers or how she’s supposed to even wear it, but she chucks it aside in the laundry for him to retrieve it when he returns.

July the 8th. The date's circled in bold, bright red on her calendar.  

She’d never admit this out loud to any living person, not even her best friend Rebecca. The only person who’d heard her let out an almost-giggle (almost, because Riza Hawkeye did not do giggles) in excitement was Hayate. Because God, did she miss him terribly, and true to his predictions he’d been her muse for quite a number of her recent poetic endeavours.

July 3rd

Dear Roy,

Whatever, you insane idiot. I miss you and I love you too. That is all.

For the record, the kitchen is still intact, and will continue to be so. My cooking skills aren’t that bad.  

That’s great to hear. You’re an honorable and intelligent (this is questionable) man, Roy, and I would definitely like to see that kind of change happening. I hope Heathcliff is well, too - send him my regards.

… I refuse to lower myself to drawing smiley faces on my letters, but you’ll see one on July the 8th in person.

And yes, it would be nice to check out that shooting range, though let’s be real - we both know you can’t defeat me no matter how hard you try. I do live up to my namesake, after all.

All my love, Riza

P.S I don’t know if it was intentional, but I never knew you had a thing for me wearing your boxers. Unfortunately, they are way too loose for me and I won’t be wearing them any time soon. Your underwear and I eagerly await your return.

~x~

The 8th of July finally comes around. Everyone in the academy is astonished at just how fast Roy Mustang is capable of running. He might’ve been the golden boy, and he generally outran most, if not all, of them during their training sessions, but now he looked like his pants were on fire as he made a dash for the gate and boarded the first train in a sweaty mess.

Roy continues running like a madman after alighting the train, desperate to reach their home as soon as possible to explain his predicament. He certainly hadn’t intended to send his underwear over, and was sure that one of the other men must have done so as a practical joke on him.

(Fortunately for the culprit, Roy didn’t manage to identify who he was, but there would certainly be hell to pay when he did so.)

As if on cue, Riza opens the door with a beatific smile adorning her features. “I can hear you panting all the way from the other end of Amestris, Roy.”

He chuckles awkwardly, rubbing the back of his head in embarrassment. “Well, I’m excited to see you, for starters. And, uh…”

“You want your underwear back?”

“Yes, of course I do.” He pants, struggling to catch his breath while trying to formulate a coherent explanation. “Look, I swear it wasn’t deliberate - I intended to send you one of my shirts, and I definitely don’t have a thing for you wearing my boxers. I don’t know which idiot in the academy substituted my shirt for my underwear to sabotage -” She lets out a laugh. It's loud, unrestrained. Roy thinks it’s the most beautiful sound he’s heard in a month. “You really are hopeless, Roy. It’s fine. Defeat me at the shooting range, and you can have it back tonight.”

~x~

In the end, his favorite pair of boxers sits at the bottom of the laundry for the rest of the day, because Riza Hawkeye is an indomitable force of nature at the shooting range.

She does, however, have a poem written for him, and he’s so enraptured by it that he forgets all about the underwear fiasco. “I’m back home, ma chérie,” he whispers as he runs his fingers down the groove of her spine, as if he’s tracing constellations on the canvas of her back while they lay together on satin, hearts thrumming in harmony. “I’d like to keep holding you close, too -” he recites, but he’s quickly interrupted by her.

“You sound best when you don’t speak, Roy,” and with that Riza silences him with a fiery kiss that rouses an overwhelming conflagration in him.

One that can only be put out by her.

Roy grins delightfully into the kiss, all too willing to oblige. Her lips are an inviting chamber of unbridled affection and unsatisfied desire, and he finds himself exploring her eagerly, fingers tracing her sharp cheekbones in reverent adoration.

Riza responds in kind, trailing a hand down his shirt and notes, somewhat gleefully, that he has indeed returned with said glorious abs. She makes a move to untuck his shirt, humming to herself in amusement as she feels his bare stomach quiver beneath her curious palm.

He’s quick to make a comeback, though. Unwilling to be teased by her Roy draws her deeper into the kiss - she’s utterly incredible, he thinks, as he cards his fingers through her flaxen tresses - and he tastes traces of eggs and pastries and -

- and spinach?

“You made spinach quiche?” Roy asks curiously, breaking away from the kiss for the briefest of moments.

“What on earth,” she huffs. “Way to ruin the moment, Roy.” A scarlet blush makes its way to her cheeks - equal parts breathlessness from the vigour with which he kisses her, and embarrassment at being found out.

He laughs, and quotes yet another line teasingly. “Didn’t you say you’ll even listen to my silly moonshine?”

Riza scowls. “I do regret writing that now. Perhaps I will -”

“No, no, please continue writing more,” Roy pleads in earnest, and before she can make a decision he’ll live to regret he kisses her again with such an ardent love, such a fervent passion that it completely derails her train of thought.

The quiche rests in the oven, burnt and forgotten.

~x~ 

adieu, mon chéri. may you fare well. in my heart, you will always dwell. (won’t you please come home soon, or will it only be after june?)

you write to me, letters (hidden within are flowers) to abate my need for you. i knit scarves in a room candlelit;

holding a heavy weight within from empty spaces on satin. i’d like to hold you close again -- hurry, love, won’t you run to the train?

i’ll let you place your weight on mine oh, i’ll even listen to your silly moonshine (come home to me, darling my soul is aching in longing)

~x~ 

*moonshine: foolish talk or ideas.

[cupcakegnome]

Flutterfangs

Found from the old hard drive, so enjoy. This was the start of Flutterfangs.

@pixeldemographics ( tagging you because of finnian)

Richard leaned his head on his hands, let out a long sigh and just sat there being silent.His thought were running circles in his head and this matter the one he had been thinking about the most. What was between him and Finnian, they weren’t lovers, not even boyfriends, they just shared the same bed and had sex everytime he drank from Finnian. Richard didn’t like this situation, sure he liked the drinking after party but was it right?

Finnian, who had been lying on the bed, in the afterglow, rose up to his elbows looking at Richard. “Is everything OK? What is the matter?” Finnian asked concerned. Richard sighed again, feeling Finnian’s eyes on his back, watching him through the mirror. “This is happening every time, Finnian.” He mumbled looking at his toes. “Every time I drink of you, we end up having sex “He continued. Finnian crawled to Richard wrapping his hands around him. Richard felt his body warmth and heard the little tingles he always made when he moved. Flutterwings.  

“Why are you so concerned about it?” Finnian whispered to his neck. Richard leaned his cheek on his hand, sighing. “Don’t you think I’m taking advantage of you? “ Richard asked.” That I am just a beast, who after feeding himself gets what he wants, using the weak you to satisfy the rest of his needs?” he asked voice almost silent in the end.

Finnian shook his head, tightened his arms around Richard and laughed softly. Richard heard the tingles again and Finnian’s body felt suddenly more warm than before. “No,no, you got it all wrong. I like it too; I wouldn’t let it happen otherwise.” Finnian smiled and kissed Richard’s neck, continuing his way to his earlobe. Richard shivered and relaxed a bit, leaned more onto fairy behind him. Finnian grinned and laughed softly, his breaths tickling Richard’s skin.

“Let me show you something. “Finnian whispered to his ear and slides his hands down on Richard’s waist, dropping himself to the floor at the same time. “What are you doing?” Richard asked confused. Finnian looked at him smiling. “You aren’t hungry are you?” he asked. Richard shook his head. “So you’re taking no advantage of me now and I’m already recovered of the recent events.” Finnian grinned, sliding his hands way down to Richard’s hips, placing his lips to kiss his belly bottom. Richard slides his hands to Finnian’s blond hair guiding Finnian lower.

The same dizzying feeling, the butterflies, the tingling feeling all over his body, they were there again as Finnian continued his demonstration. Richard let out a quiet moan. ”Finnian.” He gasped, stopping him. “I know” Finnian smiled.” I feel it too and it isn’t because I’m weak or something.” He said looking at Richard.

“It is because I want you, I need you.” he continued, moving himself to Richard’s lap, looking at him.Finnian seemed to meant every word, Richard thought and looked at Finnian, unknowingly touching his lips with the tip of his tongue. Little move, so little yet it affected him like a lightning. Sexy Flutterwings. Richard smiled  , leaned on his back, taking Finnians’ hand in his, placing it to his neck. Finnian moved his , explored gently his neckline, chest and collarbones, every touch made him shiver and the tingling feelin got stronger. Richard moved his hand to Finnians’ neck pulling his head down, eyes locked on his.  “Then let me fulfill your needs, Flutterwings.” Richard whispered lips almost touching Finnians’. Finnian smiled back, huffing lightly. Richard felt him smiling under the kiss and he couldn’t help it and laughed out of pure happiness. Flutterwings and him,it was right and it was meant to be.

I'll make love to you

Like you want me to

And I'll hold you tight

Baby all through the night

I'll make love to you

When you want me to

And I will not let go

'Till you tell me to

Finnian lets his hands wonder around as they want when he moves himself to Richard’s lap, after taking the condoms and lube from the side table and slipping one to Richard. Richard smiles to him, hands burning on his waist, sending pleasurable shivers all over his body. Finnian starts to move and Richard tightens his grip, slowly first, enjoying every thrust , every movement, they make love.

“Look at me.” Richard says in a husky voice, that sends blood rushing on Finnians’ cheeks and hips and stops for a moment, just to gaze in his eyes. Finnian looks at him, eyes almost black from desire and he smiles little dizzily. Finnian leans down to kiss him, their tongues meet and lips melt together. Still moving his hips to meet Richard’s, thrusts are getting faster and faster.

Their eyes locked on each other’s, bodies moving together like a pieces of puzzle, seamless, backs arching just a moment before moans are let out and they collapse to each other, still gasping but sated and happy.

“I liked that.” Finnian smiles his eyes closed, wings slightly fluttering. He looks so cute Richard smiles, tightens arms around him, kisses his hair and suddenly warm, fluffy feeling filled his heart. “I liked that too.” Richard sighs. And I think I love you, he added in his mind, thinking it would be too soon to confess such things to Finnian. Finnian nuzzled his cheek at his shoulder making mumbling sounds, wrinkling his nose. ”This is too comfy, I don’t want to get up at all.” He yawned eyes still closed. Richard sighed, huggles him closer and closes his eyes too. “Let’s just stay here, like this.”  

Later on they were getting up , Finnian walked to Richard, cupping his face between his hands, smiling. “Want to come to and take a long bubbling bath with me? he asked and before Richard answered Finnian kissed him, taking few step backward at the same time, leading Richard to bathroom.

Bubbles were floating, sparkiling in colors,filling the whole bathroom. “You are sneaky, Flutterwings.” Richard said to Finnian, who was in his lap, just about to kiss him again. “We haven’t really even washed, I think you just wanted to cuddle and smooch with me at the bathtub, you sneaky fairy.” Richard laughed. Finnians’ wings fluttered and made a tingling sound as he laughed with Richard. “That might be true, Fangs.” he smiled and kissed Richard, distracting his thoughts and speech. Richard pulled Finnian closer, answering the kiss, forgetting everything else.

Much later they had washed , with some minor distractions to kiss each other at every other minute, and were still lying on the warm water, Finnian almost sleeping in his arms. Richard felt happy, content, this was how it all was meant to be. Everything, everything was perfect at the moment.

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(time skip)

Richard woke up to the mild scent of coffee, he heard Finnian moving in the kitchen and opened his eyes. He thought for a moment these past weeks, how after that one time, they made love without bloodsucking and after that it was, well a pretty constant thing to happen in their house. Richard smiled and more he thought about , the bigger his smile was. There was just something about Flutterwings that made him smile quite goofily, also Flutterwings had the skill to turn him on just by kissing him and he knew it.

Richard got up , he walked to the window and stared outside for a moment. He hadn’t still confessed that he loved Flutterwings, although it was pretty obvious that he did. He was quite certain Finnian felt the same, but maybe it wouldn’t be bad to let him know anyway?

He walked to the kitchen, Finnian was looking something from the computer. Richard sat on the chair and grabbed the plasma juice Finnian had put there. Orange flavor, his favorite. “Morning. Saw any good dreams?” Finnian asked from the computer “I guess I did.” Richard said, playing with the plasma juice straw. “Finnian, I want …” he started but Finnian interrupted him.

“Just look at this, they are renting one bedroom apartment and the rent is skyhigh, unbelievable,.” Finnain grunted. Richard got scared, Why in the name of plasmajuice , Finnian was looking at apartments?

“Uh..it’s outrageous..” Richard answered mildly sighing. “Why are you looking rentals, anyway?” he asked and tried to make it sound natural, careless even if he voice was a bit shaky. Finnian looked at his toes being silent. “Just interested.” ha said shortly. Then one sudden move he pushed the chair away and walked to very worried looking Richard.

“I’m not going to move away from here.” He then laughed. “You aren’t? “ Richard stuttered back. Finnian laughed again pulling Richard closer, sliding fingers to his beltloops, Richard wrapped his arm around his waist.

“No.” He smiled. “The benefits are great here and the company too, I wouldn’t dream on moving.” he continued and touched lightly Richard’s cheek, turning his head a little. “Besides” he whispered, bringing his face close to Richard’s. “I love you.” he smiled and kissed Richard on the cheek then moved on his lips.

Finnian kissed him forever, at least it felt like it, when finally they broke the kiss to get some ear, Richard opened his mouth. ”I…” he gasped” I love you too, Flutterwings” he got out and raised his hand to touch Finnian’s cheek very gently. “You are the most amazing thing that has happened to me in a long time.” He continued smiling.

[indi-flying-with-dragons]

Red yellow and green for the "send me a colour" ask thing!

You DO know each color has a ton of questions right? XDD In any case thank you! :D *HUGGLE GLOMPAGES* It’s been so long since I got an ask!

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red: how was your first kiss? what do you love about yourself? when’s the last time you warmed your hands in front of a fire? would you rather watch a sunrise or sunset? what’s the best thing about summer?

Sloppy, rushed, and I don’t think either of us had done a French kiss before that moment so my first five kisses involved a lot of tongue. e.o

Wow I have to choose one? My creativity, imagination, daydreams. My kindness and being able to help others. My communication skills and being able to resolve conflicts, misunderstandings, and be the mediator. My diplomacy. My writing and art ability. :D And so on.

Um… a couple years ago in the winter when I was downstairs and at the right time for my father to have started a fire on a very cold night?

Sunset. They’re more intense than sunrises here and I tend to hate mornings anyways, so my only thought is “time for bed” at the sunrise, while I smile and think “Yay night is coming!” at the sunset.

Having more energy than in the winter usually? I mean I hate the heat, humidity, and having a hard time going to sleep. I do love being able to just walk out as is without bundling up like w o a h though.

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yellow: if you could have any view from your bedroom window what would you choose? what’s your favorite thing to do on a sunny day? what do you consider lucky? what made you smile today? what makes you happy?

MOUNTAINS. :D Forested mountains with a river and waterfall in sight, the air being all nicely cooled and moist and strong with the scent of rushing water. -w- Mist curling around the bases of the trees and the spectacular points of the mountains easily visible with a valley far below. -w- *purrs*

Uhh sleep? I mean since you say day and all… And it’s not like I can really comfortably use my parent’s bedroom or go downstairs most cases to really appreciate it, on most days. -x-;; Let’s say, a mega-rare outing on a sunny day. Then .. hit 6 Flags for the water park! :D

Seeing Coca Cola trucks. :3 Bonus points if they’re unloading when you pass by. Also, seeing a train pass by as you’re driving along too. :3 And wearing blue underwear seems to help with my days too. :D (I know none of this really works but I enjoy believing in this and ascribing such values of luck to these things makes me happy.)

I laughed at seeing the cat herding gif today. XD I smiled at having fun with my dragon avatar in the Istaria game! :D Finally a game that lets you BE a dragon in all the goddamn ways.

Art, writing, singing in my deep voice to “Heaven Knows” (it never fails to make me feel calm and comfortable and happy again because the vibrations in my chest, mouth, and throat feels like cat purring and it makes my feline kintype all happy af!), listening to good music I enjoy, playing a fun game, cuddling with my boyfriend, TWs (a form of online role-playing) with my friends or just reading saved copies of old ones, reading a good book, watching a funny and sweet movie, taking a long, warm shower and making it into a shower/bath, cinnamon and honey soap, looking at cute cats in videos and gifs, petting my two kitties, etc. etc. XD

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green: what’s your favorite thing to do outside? do you like camping? what would you spend $1,000 on? what’s your job, or what do you want to do as your job? what’s your favorite article of clothing?

Outside? As in… amongst all the dirt and strong-smelling plants and b u g s ??? …I count swimming in a pool or at the 6 Flags water park as something I really do enjoy doing outside.

See above answer. H E L L A  F U C K I N G  NOOOOOOOO. MY version of “roughing it” is a hotel with no room service!

… Save some definitely but I would HAVE to spend some because I’m not allowed to have a cent more than $2,000 total in all my fucking bank accounts (ONLY exception would be for one specifically and only used for education and even then… ha. Not seeing me being able to do education any time soon!) to apply for SSDI. Nrr. Soo…. A combination of books, games, art supplies, and getting cute presents for my friends and family. :3

My job is an artist and writer who’s working towards eventual publication and I have two manuscripts at present. :D Both on second or third drafts. :3

…. longcoats or cloaks. -w- Yas.~ Just the badass swirlingness of them and how you can wrap yourself close and tight in them and twirl and they flow around you!

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Thanks for asking! :D