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[actualtirefire]

Not on fire, but burning.

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✔ Indie!OC AU ✔ Open -Verse/Fandom ✔ OC & Canon Friendly ✔ Flexible Narrative Style (para/script/long/short/whatever) ✔ Mun & Muse of Age ✔ Open to all types of character relationships, even negative ones. ✔ Reliable use of readmores and tags where appropriate.

✖ NSFW; Violent/Dark Themes/Graphic Language (Not prone to excessive sexual themes.)

CURRENT M!A/NOTE(S): None.

NSFW/Vent: @rokaisnothere

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Tags:

tire fire;

expletives; answered asks

gobbs; to do with Gobbs the cat

tiggs; to do with Tiggs the cat

wip

[letsdrinktotruelove]

"At the very least I'm sure you'll learn some fun facts about tigers," he replied, bunting her back.

And then he was hopping back up onto his feet, offering her a hand while snorting at her deadpan cheer. "Let's not get carried away with hysterics now," came his equally somber response. "I will resist the siren song to shave rude words or symbols in there."

[actualtirefire]

She took his hand and stood.

"Do not! I know how to murder. I will murder if I find fucked up shit in my hair." She informed him. Keeping hold of his hand to drag him inside with her.

[letsdrinktotruelove]

He could have argued that point, perhaps, but he was glad it was coming from her, even if she might have some trouble internalising it for herself. "Not people. Just you. Maybe Viktor." He trusted them. And he would take whatever punishment or shenanigans they might dole out for him -- It was all temporary, after all, and he had the ego of a court jester or a particularly shameless fool.

"I'd have to google it, I should probably know more about tigers by now." And she wasn't exactly your normal tiger. There were still many things he didn't understand or know about her or her original home or the people she came from.

"Of course, Röka. Always," came his reply. "I'm sure it'll feel good not to have it brushing against your neck."

[actualtirefire]

She was working on it. If external decorations and expression were counted. Just wasn't rooted in the sub-basement yet.

"Well, you've also got two feet and two hands, not that quantity matters, and you make words and you laugh at my jokes and eat and kill and help and hug and--that means you're also a people." She reached out to poke at his cheek. She was an invasive species.

"Considering I've had, like...well over seven hundred years to figure that out myself and I was born with stripes? I could consider forgiving you for not knowing off the top of your noggin." She shrugged her shoulders. She'd think about it.

"God, please!" She was prone to hyper-independence and didn't typically think of 'fucking asking for something' as a form of problem solving. "I can put the rest up fine, but the punishment for shaving those bits down is I can't catch it up into any kind of hair tie situation."

[letsdrinktotruelove]

"Yes, yes. I'm a people too. The reminder is appreciated." He would nuzzle into her finger, scritching his cheek against it. "I just meant that I wouldn't let people in general do things to me like silly hair cuts, but... I would let people I love and trust do that."

Still really did appreciate the reminder of having boundaries and self determination. It wasn't always something he knew either of them had the luxury of enforcing, or the habit of always remembering.

"You had other things to worry about, I'm sure. It's not like I know everything about myself either." It was surprisingly easy to ignore and forget about things when you had so much time on your hands.

Her exclamation did get a soft laugh from him and he nodded. "Alright. I'll get the clippers and some scissors and we can tidy it up for you."

[actualtirefire]

Leaned over to have a cheek to cheek bunting moment before getting back on topic. Didn't wanna continue harping.

"Maybe I'll google it later." She might forget. Who knows.

Her hands went up. "Yay." Very somberly stated rather than exclaimed. "You're the best."

[letsdrinktotruelove]

He could have argued that point, perhaps, but he was glad it was coming from her, even if she might have some trouble internalising it for herself. "Not people. Just you. Maybe Viktor." He trusted them. And he would take whatever punishment or shenanigans they might dole out for him -- It was all temporary, after all, and he had the ego of a court jester or a particularly shameless fool.

"I'd have to google it, I should probably know more about tigers by now." And she wasn't exactly your normal tiger. There were still many things he didn't understand or know about her or her original home or the people she came from.

"Of course, Röka. Always," came his reply. "I'm sure it'll feel good not to have it brushing against your neck."

[actualtirefire]

She was working on it. If external decorations and expression were counted. Just wasn't rooted in the sub-basement yet.

"Well, you've also got two feet and two hands, not that quantity matters, and you make words and you laugh at my jokes and eat and kill and help and hug and--that means you're also a people." She reached out to poke at his cheek. She was an invasive species.

"Considering I've had, like...well over seven hundred years to figure that out myself and I was born with stripes? I could consider forgiving you for not knowing off the top of your noggin." She shrugged her shoulders. She'd think about it.

"God, please!" She was prone to hyper-independence and didn't typically think of 'fucking asking for something' as a form of problem solving. "I can put the rest up fine, but the punishment for shaving those bits down is I can't catch it up into any kind of hair tie situation."

[letsdrinktotruelove]

"Why not? I'd let you do almost anything to me, if you wanted to do it." He'd shift around a little, placing one of his little fuzzy peets with its beans on her knee.

"I don't know, maybe you're just self-conscious about shedding," he replied with a soft snort. "I could get the clippers out and help tidy it, if you like."

[actualtirefire]

"No, you're a person. Don't let people do whatever they want." Getting rankled on the topic. Hypocritical, honestly.

"Do tigers shed? I'm not sure. I'm never a tiger-person for long enough." She couldn't recall an instance where she needed to be concerned about it.

"Would you? I got this three part mirror and it helps, but nothin' beats being able to see the back of the head straight on."

[letsdrinktotruelove]

"Your magnanimous protection of my reputation and what passes for good looks is appreciated," he'd reply, tail following along easily with her movements.

"I'd let you, though, if you wanted to." He'd probably let her shave him bald if she wanted to. Wouldn't enjoy it, but he'd let her.

"Do you do any of that... summer grooming?"

[actualtirefire]

She set the tail back down on her lap.

"Don't let me do that." Roka grumbled at him. That'd be so DUMB.

"Nah. I, uh, stopped being fuzzy a week or two ago. Unless you mean my hair? It could use some touchin' up on in the buzzed bits underneath."

[letsdrinktotruelove]

He would shift slightly to make space for her to fit in with him, a quiet purr starting when she leaned over. Couldn't help but snicker at that face journey, though. "That's not all that demotivating, really... We both know I'm a ridiculous clown at the best of times."

He'd rather have her laugh at him then look and see her just... stare past him with no reaction, at the very least.

The voluntary touch of his tail had him purring again, letting it curl slowly back and forth in all its big floofy ridiculous glory.

"You could do this to me and make me look almost like a croissant."

[actualtirefire]

She took up his tail to wave it slightly in one hand while pointing at the screen to with the other. "And absolutely wreck the aesthetic? Nah. Even in the lion cut, I'd tell the groomer to let you keep it."

[letsdrinktotruelove]

He'd let it drift back close but not touch her again before he settled it further back behind him. It made him feel like a squirrel.

And then she was choking, and he was both amused/pleased and felt bad about it, though he was laughing along at the idea and her piteous wail.

It wasn't like René would look any less stupid with the cut.

"What about the dragon cut?"

[actualtirefire]

Had to clear her throat while she got up and went to sit next to him. Peer at the screen of his phone. She didn't know what the fuck a dragon cut was--

"Jesus, no!" Burst out of her first before she hesitated. Thinking a thought. "Well..." Then shook her head again. "No. I wouldn't be able to keep my face straight. Ever. Around either of you." Pulled his tail to let it be across her lap now that she was there.

[letsdrinktotruelove]

"Oh." Ah, that did make more sense. He went back and forth with the cat moding, depending on what felt more warranted. But that context helped more. He would find his phone and pull up a photo of the cut, huffing out a laugh at her. But he could be fluffy again, if that's what she wanted, though he had to shift some to accommodate his tail, letting it curl and brush up against her face in the chair.

"Only if you can convince Viktor to get it too."

[actualtirefire]

Roka gave his tail a push away from her face without thinking about it much.

She was mid sip on the lemonade and CHOKED. Help! She thumped her chest a couple times and raspy laughed before shaking her head.

"Nooooo!" His fur was too short! He'd look so STUPID.

[letsdrinktotruelove]

When he wasn't in a manic episode, René would happily sit for hours, quietly ruminating and just watching the world around him. It was easy to get lost in his thoughts, or to just let them settle as a faint background hum while he traced the path of a particular vine, or the progress of an ant as it moved along the ground.

It took him a second to parse what she'd said, blinking slowly as he turned his gaze up to her. "What?"

He knew the two words, of course, but together they were rotating through his mind without touching the sides of his skull. One hand did slide up and into his own hair, the gentle waves curling around and between his fingers. She meant a hair cut, perhaps? It just went back, after one of his resets, to the same simple, short length he'd had it when his days consisted of marching in a ragged line of men towards a battle field, more to keep him free of lice and fleas.

[actualtirefire]

"A lion cut." She repeated. "You're fuzzy and it's hot out and, frankly, you're gunna overheat. So...a groomer needs to give you a lion cut." She was trying not to grin while saying this. The mental image was taking her the fuck out.

Her own stare was out at the scenery when she was speaking. Took until a second after she was done speaking to notice--

"Never mind, you're a nakey monkey man again." Almost disappointed with that information. No hysterical realities to fit her mental image.

[actualtirefire]

Wasn't that some things didn't hurt anymore so much as she'd tucked it away, as a died down ember, into a secret part of her chest.

Not keeping in the loop was helping.

Made it easier to read a book about a guy that meets a space rock and saves the sun. While enjoying the sun from a chair on the porch. Knees drawn up and heels on the edge of the chair.

[letsdrinktotruelove]

Some things did fade more than they were neatly resolved, still scars there, still raw edges.

But he was still willing to muddle through it.

He'd bring her fresh lemonade with a sprig of lavender sticking out of it, and a still-warm croissant from the oven, setting it by the chair while she read, curling himself up on the other side, just out of the direct sun itself, but letting his gaze wander over the farm yard beyond the porch.

He'd keep his ears focused on her, if she seemed to stop or not want him interrupting, he'd let her have the space back to herself. But for now he'd at least exist nearby.

[actualtirefire]

She couldn't typically focus on her books and things for very long. Maybe an hour or two at a time, maximum. Then breaks had to be had. More typical was more like twenty or thirty minutes. Which was about when she put the book down and took note of things beyond 'not about to kill her'.

Her stomach rumbled and she took up the pastry to eat.

"You're gunna need a lion cut."

[actualtirefire]

Wasn't that some things didn't hurt anymore so much as she'd tucked it away, as a died down ember, into a secret part of her chest.

Not keeping in the loop was helping.

Made it easier to read a book about a guy that meets a space rock and saves the sun. While enjoying the sun from a chair on the porch. Knees drawn up and heels on the edge of the chair.

[violeteyedkiller]

Continued from X || @actualtirefire

The temptation to flick the offending sniffer or bapper is high but he refrains.

"I meant in the way that you seem to have a problem with me."

[actualtirefire]

"Well!" She started off with a confused, speedy, lilt. Uncertain how to respond because she was used to wetter humors.

"You got...ears." While her hands came up to put index fingers up beside her own furry triangles. "Ya ain't usually got those."

[actualtirefire]

"Unemployed behavior if I ever saw it."

[actualtirefire]

"I like not going to prison." said simply.

[actualtirefire]

<.<

"So you don't kill people?" Falsetto. Then shimmed to the other side to respond to the empty air she used to occupy.

>.>

"That isn't what I said."

[actualtirefire]

"I like not going to prison." said simply.

[violeteyedkiller]

Gunna sniff him first. That's very important. Sniff sniff real close to his face after wandering up to him super casual. Which would be actually casual if she wasn't a cat person and came out of basically nowhere.

Then she got him with one of these:

Paw-hand gentle, clawless, skibbity pap of 'what the fuck is this' and not 'get wrecked'.

Bother Stan || Always Accepting || April Fools Edition

Standing still as they sniff. He knows when he's being assessed. But, he is leaning back a bit. Last he saw of this individual they were booking it away from him. He still doesn't know why. So. Yes. A BIT trepidatious. Tail fluffed up.

And then the bapping

"Can I help you."

@actualtirefire

[actualtirefire]

"Nah." Little more bapping to his cheek.

"I'm a hopeless case." Then stopped. He didn't look AS MUCH like a cop by now. And she'd seen him hanging around people she knew.