#moonfloret

[thawedpatriot]

@moonfloret said: “ i know this isn’t the right time nor place, but… that was really hot. ”  /  from clint SKDFJHD

an exasperated sigh is the initial response as shield bounces back to his hand. it really wasn’t the time or place for this, with a battle raging around them, but steve found a small bubble of amusement form in his chest anyways (though he stubbornly did not let it reach his lips). he couldn’t encourage these antics— even though he knew well enough that clint could see right through his attempt at professionalism. he had to try, okay?

“focus, clint. save the compliments for after we finish the job.”

[wereache]

DEREK ( @moonfloret ) FOR LAURA: " i think I need help. "

steam fills the kitchen from the water being drained from the pasta. you turn around to give him your full attention. ready to help no matter what the situation is the pasta already forgotten. you're the big sister, the alpha. you're laura -- he's derek. when derek was born she called him her baby for the first six months of his life. and in some ways that never stopped being true. " like girl help or dead body help ?

[starseized]

@moonfloret - "  who are you people?  "   /   james ,  to steve (:

there are few things in this world anymore that can cut him to the bone and leave him raw, but james barnes is, and has always been, one of them. there is nothing steve would not do for him and what they have built together. 

so the moment he discovers that james is gone, reported mia after being unresponsive for too long on a solo mission, he’s on the hunt. unfortunately for himself and nat, who had stepped in to assist him with no hesitation nor fanfare, it was a search that spanned a few months. every time they thought they had a lead, it went abruptly cold. no one needed to tell them that was a bad sign, but steve maintained what hope he had for a safe return anyways. not even the thought of only discovering a body could be entertained. he would not hear it, and thankfully he didn’t have to in the end. however, this couldn’t really be classified as an ideal alternative either.

because this was james staring at him like a stranger again, and it chilled steve to his core like the arctic winds that haunted his sleep. there was never a quick and easy way to know just what was happening in his head, nor what it would take to bring the man they knew back to the surface ( if they could still do such a thing at all ). he wanted nat to step in and fix this. he wanted to fix it himself. he wanted to find who did this and knock their teeth in. he wanted to make sure they suffered. he wanted to do whatever it took to make that coldness in james’s gaze melt away. he wanted to throw up. he wanted—

he wanted to be a million miles away from here, curled up in bed with the man he loved safe in his arms. not three months into a manhunt that’s led him to someone who doesn’t recognize him ( again ).

but it doesn’t matter what he wants, what matters is taking care of the situation at hand. so in an effort to look nonthreatening he hooks his fingers through his belt loops and shrugs his shoulders as casually as he can muster. like everything was normal and okay, even though it really really wasn’t and people had fucked with james’s head and say what you want but it would be a very long time before he let james go on a mission without him for backup again.

“—friends.”

[dragonspined]

Devani may have been thrilled that the news wasn’t on their ass for once.  Had they not been discussing one James Barnes having been at the scene of some sort of massive attack.  Fire, building coming down, but no actual idea what had happened.  If it was a targeted thing, an accident or something that was better off left to the Avengers.  Whatever was left of them.  She’d paid no attention once the threat to him and the world had passed.  It no longer affected her and she had never had any loyalty to them anyway.  

Never the less, they weren’t about to leave their best friend to his possible death.  Again.  They hadn’t even turned off the tv before springing out a window.  He would owe her a solid steak for this. With the live view from the crew on scene, Devani was able to teleport immediately into the chaos.  Fire sirens blaring, police already swarming. Still, no one who seemed to have any idea what was actually going on. Concerning, but it wouldn’t stop her from charging in.

All she could smell was smoke-nothing indicative of anything more than wood burning. Her natural ability to see heat is useless here. Seeing the wind is more useful. It was shifting to the north, towards the responders and crowds. They roar and listen for any response, remaining in the air long enough to evaluate the best entry location. Wings fold into a dive, talons ripping at concrete and rebar. Some crumbles under the strength of their tearing. It takes some effort, and too much time, to make a hole big enough to fit through. Shifting back isn’t an option. Whatever happened, she’ll likely need the size advantage.

Head snakes through dark halls before approaching on foot. The fire has spread dangerously though it merely warms scales to the touch. Devani stopped being able to be burnt thousands of years ago. “James!” Their call is a warbling ring, loud, both mental and spoken. They shoulder through a wall, third eyelid barely protecting vision from stinging smoke. It already tickles their nose and lungs uncomfortably. “James you rutle bardreg if I find out you aren’t even in here I’m gonna be pissed!” That would be just her luck wouldn’t it.

There. A familiar scent amongst ash and fear. That of gunpowder, metal and sandalwood. Bright eyes glow in the soot ridden gloomy halls. From outside, she can hear water hitting the building. Devani shoves her head through a door, glaring at the man inside near unrecognizable under ash. Otherwise the room is empty. Disconcertingly so-as if it never had a purpose. The floor shifts dangerously under her feet. "Jesus, I'm putting you under house arrest. Are you okay?" Large teeth loom over him as if she would pick him up by the scruff like a hatchling. She should. He deserves it.

He seems okay. They can't see or smell any blood on him. James is probably starting to overheat even with his abilities. They'd estimate the ambient temperature around four hundred and climbing. Even the dragon is getting hot, unable to cool off with only baking air to breathe in. "Come on, dumbass. Before you become even more of a snack." Legs move to herd him toward the door. Devani hears it before registering there's nothing to do. In such a small space there's no room for wings to extend and they aren't about to leave him here. "Fuck." In near perfect comedic timing with the word, they drop, still standing as if the floor was still there. Instinct prompts curling up in a ball, protecting all the vulnerable parts and letting thicker scaled back take any damage. Except for a too sharp bit of metal sticking out of the collapse that promptly catches on thick muscle where left wing connects to body on the way down. The rush of oxygen triggers fire above to charge into the room and from below, where Devani lays rather awkwardly on what might have one been a break room. She keens upward, a wordless sound of pain and concern. There's no exit for James anymore. Not the way she came in at least. And unless she suddenly developed a talent for digging, there was no going down. Devani frantically licks at hot blood pooling around shoulder, trying to get rid of it or stem it lest she become an explosive hazard. Dragon blood had an odd propensity to spontaneously combust when exposed to air. "Stay-are you alive?"

@moonfloret sent: danger

[carnagebleda]

' i thought you hated me. ' / sam , to millie <3 hehe

' now why would i hate you? because you're not a hunter? because you're the king of hell? those things don't matter to me, i'm just glad you're alive. '

I THOUGHT...PROMPTS // ACCEPTING // @moonfloret

[dutyworn]

@moonfloret / cont. from ↷

Wren isn’t sure where she is. She tries to comb through her memory for where it cuts off, all the while trying to pay attention to her immediate surroundings and the person she’s pointing her pistol at. She’s not armoured, but it’s her pistol. Why is she so certain he’s not a threat, even as she’s holding a weapon at him? She doesn’t know him. Yet her intuition is something she usually trusts. His body language tells her he’s no civilian  ⸺  he’s looking at her rather than the gun, not showing any immediate signs of fear despite the setting. If anything, he appears rather similar to how she would behave, in his shoes. Telling her to take a deep breath  ⸺  defusing the situation. It’s an odd comfort in a distressing situation, to be on this side of reassurance. She’s used to being the one to give the orders, yet she finds herself doing as he says, inhaling deeply, urging her body to calm down.

❝ Do you know where we are? ❞    she asks, instead. She lowers the gun, lets it hang against her thigh, not keen on giving it up, but afraid of... it’s difficult to accept, that she’s just now not been in control of herself. It’s something she’s actively feared, ever since Cerberus brought her back, that they’d somehow... be able to control her. Only she knows that’s illogical, but what else...? If it’s the Reapers somehow, that’s... worse.    ❝ Can you describe to me what... How long have I stood here? What did I physically do? Other than point my gun at you. ❞   There’s still a hint of terror in her tone, but she’s regaining her mask of confidence. The fear keeps growing, if anything, though the outward appearance of it is dwindling.

She’s wearing a casual set of t-shirt and jeans, and her dog tags under her shirt give her comfort in their familiar weight. Still, the outfit doesn’t give her much to work with. Could have been on the Normandy, before... wherever she is, now. Could also have been on shore leave. She doesn’t remember. Everything is a bit jumbled up, and it’s hard to tell in what order some recent events have happened.

[sheepwavehdg]

some HDG story recs out that aren't the most super popular stories you'll easily find by asking anyone or easily find via metric ranking. all are on the shorter end, and readable in a day if not a single sitting! a great list for some hidden gems.

Reading the Leaves by Kanagen: a tea shop romance story about a mostly mute protaganist trying to make the perfect cup for an affini she is down bad for.

Behind the Veil by shitpostleft: IMO, the hottest oneshot in the entire setting. It follows rebecca trying to talk to her affini boyfriend about why he put a notice of intent to domesticate on her.

A Beast At Bay by Raeisteria: Affini beat each other up! this one starts as a shonen battle arc and then changes. you should read it, and do so blinndly, you will not regret it (but you will probably cry)

Strawberry and Willow by immaterial_vivi: the typical HDG rebel capture scenario is turned on its head, in the sense that the story is mostly from the affini's perspective.

Core Carving by Stimulacrum: a second person affini POV story about coming home and letting your floret be the one to take care of you for a bit.

A Part of Who I am my MoonFloret: its hdg romance, but transmasc yaoi instead of transfem yuri! it rules!

Last Man Standing by Tsunmene: the single funniest HDG story I have ever read, about a seed desperate to get forcefemmed who keeps barely missing getting captured by the affini no matter how hard they try.

Force Majeure by ashinbloom: the most devastating gut punch of a story ever put to the page in HDG, about a very autistic girl and the woman who wishes she could take care of her like she wishes. this one hurts real good.

Florets of a Feather by Promilie: a biology student who was forcibly drafted into the navy gets domesticated and must learn to live with her connivent, a feathered catlike xeno called a khetari. has illustrations in many chapters! (Promilie is one of the settings absolute best visual artists.)

A Date with Miss Laburnia by PyxxieStyxx: a bratty terran goes on a date with an affini in chastity and things escalate.

Mistress's Imperative by mirrorgare: submissive affini/dommy floret vignette series

Growing Periwinkle by belenen: a depressed terran volunteers for domestication and becomes part of a very kinky social circle.

Pencil by sheepwave(me): a comedy-hypnoerotica adaptation of the "mistress can you turn me into a pencil" meme into a full oneshot its my list i can include one of mine

Thought I'd See You Again by fluxom: an escaped floret has been on the run for a year, but now an affini just won't leave her alone...

Puppy Paws by Moonchild: actual petplay! in hdg! i know, its crazy. also this story is insanely hot.

The Place Where We Can Stop Running by Dame Harmony: ok I lied about them all being short. this one is long, but its so good. you need to read it, you need to read it blind, knowing nothing, and you will not regret it. it's one of the best stories in the entire setting.

[righteousmandownunder-a]

————      𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛   𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎.

  

𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋   𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄:    Dean Ross Winchester

𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄(𝐒):  Deano, Squirrel, D

╳   𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐖𝐒.

moody  |  short-tempered  |  emotionally unstable  |  whiny  |  controlling  |  conceited  | possessive  |  paranoid  |  liar  |  impatient  |  cowardly  |  bitter  |  selfish  |  power-hungry  |  greedy  |  lazy  |  judgmental  |  forgetful  |  impulsive  |  spiteful  |  stubborn  |  sadistic  |  petty  |  unlucky  |  absent-minded |  abusive  |  addict  |  aggressive  |  childish  |  callous  |  clingy  |  delusional  |  cocky  |  competitive  |  corrupt  |  cynical  |  cruel  |  depressed  |  deranged  | egotistical |  envious |  insecure  |  insensitive  |  lustful  |  delinquent  |  guilt complex  |  reclusive  |  reckless  |  nervous  |  oversensitive

♔   𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐇𝐒.

honest  |  trustworthy  |  thoughtful  |  caring  |  brave  |  patient  |  selfless  |  ambitious  | tolerant  |  lucky  |  intelligent  |  confident   |  focused  |  humble  |  generous  |  merciful  | observant  |  wise  |  clever |  charming  |  cheerful  |  optimistic |  decisive  |  adaptive | calm  |  protective  |  proud  |  diligent |  considerate  |  compassionate  |  good sportsmanship |  friendly  |  empathetic  |  passionate  | reliable  |  resourceful  |  sensible  |  sincere |  witty  | funny

🖌 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐒 & 𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐄𝐒.

art  |  acting  |  astronomy  |  animals  |  archery  |  sports  |  belly dancing |  bird watching  |  blacksmithing  |  boating  |  calligraphy  |  camping  |  candle making  |  casino gambling  |  ceramics  |  racing  |  chess  |  music   |  cooking  |  crochet  |  weaving  |  exercise  |  swordplay |  fishing  |  gardening  |  ghost hunting  |  ice skating  |  magic  |  engineering  |  building  |  inventing  |  leather-working  |  martial arts  |  meditation  |  origami  |  parkour  | people watching |  swimming  |  puppetry  |  pyrotechnics  |  quilting  |  reading  |  collecting  |  shopping  |  socializing  |  storytelling  |  writing  |  traveling  | dancing  |  singing

TAGGING:  @righteouslysin @stanfordprepped @xcruel-gamex @theoneswithoutpacks @pastelchosen @crispyblonde @occxltis @benbraeden @rpsocsandcanonohmy @becauseyouremybigbrother @moonfloret @fidelissimi

[coyoteache]

HOMESICK BUT NOT SURE WHERE HOME IS ..

#COYOTEACHE: an independent and low activity, headcanon based, post series / movie focused MALIA TATE from mtv's teen wolf by jordan, EST, she/her, twenty - seven. heavily affiliated with moonfloret & hellcrawled

[thawedpatriot]

@moonfloret - [ TRAP ]: james is captured by the enemy while steve is in hiding.  /  (:

“—they’ve got james.”

from the second nat alerts him to the situation, he’s seeing red. 

he knows there’s a fair chance that they either targeted james because they knew who he was, what he could do under the wrong sort of influences if forced, or because they knew doing so would draw steve out and fast. either way, it worked. they had enemies on all sides these days, between hydra and pierce and his team trying to bring him in for defying the accords, which meant a situation like this was likely inevitable from the start. it could’ve been anyone, any of those who fled with him when shit hit the fan, but any of the avengers on the other end of the conflict as well, and he would’ve come running to their aid. but it was james. james, who he’s sworn to keep safe and defend with all he has. james, who doesn’t deserve to have a target on his back for a fight he didn’t want anything to do with. james, who couldn’t end up in any government or fanatical hands again.

so without hesitation, steve is on a war path. it might not be the most subtle way to handle the situation, but he’ll make sure it’s the most efficient. it’s what james would do for him, after all— at least he likes to believe so. james would probably at least consider stealth, though, whereas steve is just charging through the base like a one man army and damning the consequences. it helps to know he’s got nat and sam at his back, following behind without even having to be asked. he’s sure they’d have… opinions to voice about his approach, but is also sure they’d expected nothing different from him regardless. he knows there’s chatter on the comms, but it sounds muted to his ears, he’s so lost in his anger and action. his hands and suit will be stained with red by the end of this and he doesn’t have it in him to care.

without there being any risk of civilians getting caught in the crossfire, he’s relentless. blazing through, fueled by rage and fierce protectiveness that emerges only in situations like these. you don’t go after the people he loves; it never ends well for anyone.

“if they want me, they can have me, but they’re getting nothing ‘til they give him back. i’ll burn the place to the ground myself if they don’t.”

[wereache]

ISAAC ( @moonfloret ) FOR ALLSION: " come back to bed. "

" you can't rush hot chocolate, lahey. " allison enters the room with a blanket wrapped around her shoulders and hot chocolate, in wine glasses, in both hands. the room is pretty dark except for the full moon ( ** and it's only her second but she actually has it under control ** ) shining in through the open window so using that light she makes it over to his side. she sets down his glass then dips her finger into his whipped cream using her now free hand and while smiling, so big her cheeks actually hurt, she wipes the whipped cream across his nose. " see what happens when you rush me ? whipped cream nose. "

[starseized]

@moonfloret - “ are you okay? “  /  nat,  to winnie

she’s shaken, and god she hates that she’s shaken, but getting caught in an unexpected explosion will do that to you. even if you’ve been in the business for years already, apparently. but even shaken up and probably a little bruised and bloody she can’t admit to being anything but fine enough to do her job. if she could stand she could still see this through. especially if the widow’s watching.

“yeah,” comes the reply that’s more a gasp than an actual word, as she pushes herself up to sit, tiny bits of debris poking at her palms in the process, “yeah, i’m good.”

it’ll take more than that to keep her down. though the question does take her by surprise,  the unanticipated kindness of the gesture. there were many who ranked above her that would not have spared the time to even check that she got back up before moving forward with the mission before the dust had a chance to settle. it did not go unnoticed. hand involuntarily reaches for her throat as winnie gets to her feet ( it’s fine, you’re fine, you can breathe, still in one piece, you survived again ) before pulling away again to unholster her gun and keep it at the ready.

“are you?”

she knows its perhaps a silly question— widow’s a legend within the shield ranks, there’s not a rookie who doesn’t know who she is — but it didn’t hurt to ask regardless. you check on your own, and right now they were on the same team.

[dragonspined]

devani is too old not to sleep.  at some point exhaustion overtakes the paranoia and they crash.  sometimes for days at a time.  a naturally fast and hot metabolism doesn’t help with so many days on the run.  she needs food though more than sleep.  fire requires fuel and that remains her best defense.  james may be on par with either captain america, but she could take either of them any day.  a rumbling complaint leaves their throat as he moves in.  the small space forces them into a form that mimics his.  still, devani rolls to prop head on his leg like she’d do if she was in a longer larger shape.  “tired.”  the word is sighed more than spoken.  as if they’re ever not tired on some level.  ever not ready to bolt or fly or bite.  “is it cold to you?”

@moonfloret  from here

[righteousmandownunder-a]

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄

BOLD what applies, ITALICS for what applies sometimes

𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐖𝐒. moody | short-tempered | emotionally unstable | whiny | controlling | conceited | possessive | paranoid | liar | impatient | cowardly | bitter | selfish | power-hungry | greedy | lazy | judgmental | forgetful | impulsive | spiteful | stubborn | sadistic | petty | unlucky | absent-minded | abusive | addict | aggressive | childish | callous | clingy | delusional | cocky | competitive | corrupt | cynical | cruel | depressed | deranged | egotistical | envious | insecure | insensitive | lustful | delinquent | overthinker | guilt complex | reclusive | reckless | nervous | oversensitive | perfectionist | pessimistic | naive

𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐇𝐒. honest | trustworthy | thoughtful | caring | brave | patient | selfless | ambitious | tolerant | lucky | intelligent | confident | humble | generous | merciful | observant | wise | clever | charming | cheerful | optimistic | decisive | adaptive | calm | protective | proud | diligent | considerate | compassionate | good sportsmanship | friendly | empathetic | passionate | reliable | resourceful | sensible | sincere | witty | funny

𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐄𝐒. art | acting | astronomy | animals | archery | sports | belly dancing | bird watching | blacksmithing | boating | calligraphy | camping | candle making | casino gambling | ceramics | racing | chess | music | cooking | crochet | weaving | exercise | swordplay | fishing | gardening | ghost hunting | ice skating | magic | engineering | building | inventing | leather-working | martial arts | meditation | origami | parkour | people watching | swimming | puppetry | pyrotechnics | quilting | reading | collecting | shopping | socializing | storytelling | writing | traveling | exotic dancing | singing | yoga | gaming | surfing

Tagging: @stanfordprepped @rpsocsandcanonohmy @goldenephilim @theoneswithoutpacks @occxltis @pastelchosen @righteouslysin @xcruel-gamex @loyaltygraced @thehuntressbailey @moonfloret

[thawedpatriot]

@moonfloret said: “ you stubborn jackass, i’m not about to leave you alone out here! ”  /  from nat ):

“hawkeye’s hurt, you need to get him out of here. i can hold my own here,” he’s hoping his voice sounds more confident across the crackle of the comms than it sounded to his own ears. 

the safety of his team was a priority, and if that meant buying them some time on his own against this swarm of hydra goons, so be it. clint had gotten hit pretty badly, caught in an explosion that went off too close to where he’s been perched for a clear line of sight, there wasn’t time to argue about leaving him to fend for himself right now. not while clint was unresponsive, potentially bleeding out on the wreckage of the warehouse catwalks. he was a leader, this is what leaders did.

besides, he’s taken on hydra plenty of times before, many times single handedly, so he likes to think his chances weren’t too bad. heavily skewed in the enemy’s favor, maybe, but still manageable. he could scrape through, hopefully with all limbs and vital organs in tact.

“he needs help, widow. go.”

[starseized]

@moonfloret - [ PULL ]: grant pulls carter out of the sight and range of on-coming enemies.

it wouldn’t be the first time someone had grabbed him by the cuff of his jacket and it probably wouldn’t be the last, honestly. however, he likes to think he could put these guys in their place, and didn’t need to be corralled by anyone, let alone some scruffy super soldier. perhaps the latter part is a natural resentment that comes with being raised in an environment almost exclusively made up of mutants. some bristling is to be expected, though it’s probably not the most grateful not mature response.

realistically, he knows he ought to thank grant for having his back, but he's a little distracted by both being yanked aside for cover and being indignant about it. he has training, thanks. this is what he's been training for.

“hey—“ protestation is hissed, because he’s at least got enough sense to keep his voice down,  as gloved hands come up to fix his jackets alignment on his shoulders, “what’re you doin’? i can handle these guys, y’don’t gotta play babysitter here.”

is he a little out of his depth? sure, but that’s never stopped him before. there’s still something to prove, there’s always something to prove.