archived.

moved to same url.

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THIS BLOG IS NOW AN ARCHIVE.

i've moved and rearranged things.

i've separated my canon from my ocs.

canons muses can be found here.

ocs can be found here.

I WILL NOT FOLLOW FIRST.

idk who wants to interact anymore, so feel free to follow if you still want to. if we were mutuals here, i still do but i understand if you don't. so no hard feelings.

as i always do, i will be unfollowing everyone on this blog so you don't have an inactive blog following you.

this will be a repeated post.

[crueltyerror-arch]

THIS BLOG IS NOW AN ARCHIVE.

i've moved and rearranged things.

i've separated my canon from my ocs.

canons muses can be found here.

ocs can be found here.

I WILL NOT FOLLOW FIRST.

idk who wants to interact anymore, so feel free to follow if you still want to. if we were mutuals here, i still do but i understand if you don't. so no hard feelings.

as i always do, i will be unfollowing everyone on this blog so you don't have an inactive blog following you.

this will be a repeated post.

[crueltyerror-arch]

THIS BLOG IS NOW AN ARCHIVE.

i've moved and rearranged things.

i've separated my canon from my ocs.

canons muses can be found here.

ocs can be found here.

I WILL NOT FOLLOW FIRST.

idk who wants to interact anymore, so feel free to follow if you still want to. if we were mutuals here, i still do but i understand if you don't. so no hard feelings.

as i always do, i will be unfollowing everyone on this blog so you don't have an inactive blog following you.

this will be a repeated post.

[crueltyerror-arch]

THIS BLOG IS NOW AN ARCHIVE.

i've moved and rearranged things.

i've separated my canon from my ocs.

canons muses can be found here.

ocs can be found here.

I WILL NOT FOLLOW FIRST.

idk who wants to interact anymore, so feel free to follow if you still want to. if we were mutuals here, i still do but i understand if you don't. so no hard feelings.

as i always do, i will be unfollowing everyone on this blog so you don't have an inactive blog following you.

this will be a repeated post.

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for those who wondered about bear, he's currently staying the day at the vet. doctor says he has asthma and he's constipated. blood work is clean, thankfully. she's going to give him enemas to help clear him out, and if need be, sedate to do it themselves. i can pick him up this afternoon.

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he has medicine for asthma and a light laxative for a bit to make sure everything goes well. he's home now and doc wants him to be watched, so im setting him up in my room to monitor him.

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medicine seems to be doing okay. he's gone to the bathroom which is a good sign. he seems like he's feeling better, loud as fuck and playful again. mom said he's put on some weight which was a funny conversation.

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for those who wondered about bear, he's currently staying the day at the vet. doctor says he has asthma and he's constipated. blood work is clean, thankfully. she's going to give him enemas to help clear him out, and if need be, sedate to do it themselves. i can pick him up this afternoon.

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on hiatus.

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going to be slow or non existent here for a couple days. i've been stressed out because of some personal things, but i'll be around on dis.cord maybe.

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INBOX : " Watch out. You need to watch your step. " @crueltyerror ⇁ DANIEL for BIRDIE

It's raining, it's pouring, there's a man she doesn't know guiding her away from a puddle that she knew for a fact was more than three inches deep at this point. And honestly, Birdie appreciates it, the force of her grin has her nose wrinkling, her eyes crinkling into little crescents at the kindness, but, well…

There's a reason she'd bought these rain boots, and it wasn't to sidestep puddles and keep from testing out the strength of the advertising.

So, she wiggles free of guiding fingers and steps into it anyway. Sunshine yellow boots sinking into muddy water, her clear umbrella spinning as she laughs and kicks water away from him. "Thank you, but I don't mind! There's worse things to step in than a little water."

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Daniel has seen far too many people step into puddles without realizing — watched their angry, and sometimes even sad, reactions to their ruined clothes. His warning came with thought and he knows that she knows. Her grin making him form one of his own, his own eyes crinkling to match ... but then she's stepping.

Words are on the tip of his tongue but do not come out of his mouth. The only thing that does is a surprised noise that catches in his throat still, hand coming out in case she wants out. It never happens.

"Tell that to some of the people around here. The amount of times they've cursed and screamed would say otherwise." There's a moment that he pauses, gaze flickering between her and the water before he's making his own hop into it. "This is squishier than I thought it was gonna be."

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⤑ ✦  𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐈𝐋𝐘𝐀 𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 ?  shane lifts his head just enough to turn and rest his chin on ilya's chest, dark eyes bleary and trying to focus with his face maybe ten centimeters away. something about cameras ?  summer ?  summer at  ...  oh. he's chuckling, but it's a quiet, wispy thing that dies back down as soon as he decides to rest his head again.

     “    there  are  cameras, ilya. they're all motion-detected. but i can't see it tell me someone's here, if i don't have my phone on me.    ”    which had been exactly the problem when  ...  when.  yeah, he's not thinking too much on that.     “    besides, i think my dad learned his lesson; he won't be doing that again.    ”    

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fingers absentmindedly rake up and down shane's back, eyes staring at the ceiling as he speaks his thoughts aloud. it would be nice. some place that no one knows about — no worries. whether one learned their lesson or not, there are still risks and he's not exactly in the mood to be interrupted again.

" maybe ... but it could be a place that no one knows about. we would not have to worry at all. the only thing we have to worry about are birds. but i could just shoot them ... unlike people. " eyes squint at the thought, a very brief moment of deliberation but he makes a noise of neh. " our secret hideaway. "

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░░ DAVID FISCHER  ( @crueltyerror ) to SOAP : ░░ ⤿ ✉  david makes a surprise visit for soap's birthday. he didn't tell him he was coming and has shown up with a homemade dinner and a big kiss. "happy birthday, darlin'." 

⥂ ░░░  𝗕𝗜𝗥𝗧𝗛𝗗𝗔𝗬𝗦 𝗛𝗔𝗩𝗘 𝗔𝗟𝗪𝗔𝗬𝗦 𝗕𝗘𝗘𝗡  a precarious situation for soap; sometimes they work out and are wonderful, sometimes they get forgotten and leave him with a sickening loneliness in the pit of his stomach. it isn't always intentional, he knows. there are people in his life that care about him, that love him, even, but when duty calls and things get busy, well  ...  queen and country wait for no one. everyone is only human, and there is only so much room in any given person's head; sometimes there just  isn't room,  and jesus, does soap know that more personally than anyone.

                          but that doesn't mean it doesn't still sting like hell.

     he'd just missed everyone else, conflicting ops misaligning their schedules, so of course he hadn't been expecting a warm welcome or anything, but  ...  the petulant, selfish part of him wished they'd at least left behind some acknowledgment that they  remembered  ⸺       “    tha's not fuckin' fair, mactavish,    ”     he growls angrily under his breath. what is he, a fuckin' kid ?  he knows he's loved, knows he's appreciated, and that none of them would ever intentionally ignore his birthday. he needs to get over himself. he  will  get over himself, he decides, mind still distracted running in self-loathing circles as he unlocks the door to his flat  ⸺  and freezes in the door way.

       he's still frozen in shock when david's arms are tucked around him, and when he blinks rapidly to restore some semblance of motor function, his cheeks are wet, and his throat is tight.      “    h-hey, love  ...  didn' know ye were gonna be here. woulda cleaned up some, if i had.    ”     it's not the  thank you  he means to say, but the tremble in his voice might convey it, all the same.

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in his household, birthdays had always been a celebration. not one missed and even if someone couldn't make it, there was always a call home. he can't remember a time when he wasn't wished a happy birthday by at least one person and vice versa. having a book to keep birthdays, checking it when he can and making a plan to take the time out of his day to make a call or even an appearance. the latter goes for now. there was no way in hell he was going to miss this one. it may not be exactly what he had planned, but their schedules don't exactly make for easy planning.

another gentle kiss but to his head this time before he's pulling back just enough to look at him, brow furrowing in immediate concern when he notices the wetness on his cheeks, the tone of his voice. " s'alright. i did a little cleanin'. besides, it's your birthday. ya shouldn't be doin' anything. " hands lift to gently cup soap's face, thumbs wiping away at the tears that stained his cheeks. " also made dinner. want me to help you clean up and y' tell me what's wrong? "

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This didn't work. But it had, hadn't it? That was the whole point of the conversation - Yomi had won. Kurama was his - and voluntarily. Poison flushed from his system and replaced with food carefully picked out for his healing human body. Imported goods and gifted gardens and valuable, ancient seeds. A cracked stone, ruby red, set in gold hanging beneath his button-up shirt -

Yomi had won, but it was Kurama that was doing the victory lap. It was Kurama seated there, preening and proud, his green eyes bright and shining with flecks of gold.

"Kazuma," He tries, gently, unbothered by his well-intended anger and aggression. Kurama knows it's a hard pill to swallow, harder still for a man that was as romantic as Kuwabara tended to be, as civilized as he was even when he spoke with fists instead of his mouth. "It did work. I - Well, I suppose you can say that I fell for it, but he also never intended to permanently harm me. He was unexpectedly very careful about it. Far more careful than I would have been in his shoes with our history."

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As angry as he may have been, the gentleness of Kurama's voice is enough to calm him. It's reassurance, and as much as Kuwabara hates this, as much as he wants Yomi's head, the fact that Kurama is so ... okay with it all quells some of the anger brewing in his system. It's still poison, but he's okay. Right? He seems fine and he's eating, at least.

He wants to go on another rant, but he doesn't. He takes a moment to take a deep breath ( a very, very deep breath ) and sighs, shoulders dropping almost comically as he stares at his friend. "He could'a put more thought into it. If he was gonna do that, he could've sent flowers with it. Gifts to make up for you almost dying. I don't get it, but I guess. Next time, he better come up with something else. He gets a one time pass since you seem so... happy about it."

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@operationwinter cont.

He's well aware of how ... distant Bucky had become. No answer to phone calls, barely coming around. Grant had been trying to give him space, trying to let him breathe and take the time he needed, but... he's always been a worrier and Bucky knows it. His own mind hasn't been able to rest, too many thoughts racing and at some point he began to feel nauseous. He's not sure how long it had been, but Nat kept trying to reassure him that he was fine. She doesn't get it. Okay, maybe she does but not to this extent. Not to the point of feeling like you're going out of your mind with worry that you're not able to focus on a single thing, unable to pour a fucking glass of milk without missing the cup because you're too preoccupied with the thoughts of: Is he eating? Is he drinking enough? Is he sleeping? It all became too much.

With food as an excuse, he made his way over, telling himself he's going to force himself in one way or the other. There's been jokes about some of their behavior as being... unhealthy and codependent, but he only brushes them under the rug. They don't understand and they never will.

The weight on his shoulders and in his chest lifts the second Bucky opens the door, a wave of relief washing over him. However, it doesn't last very long when he takes in the other man's current state. While his distance was the first indicator, Grant now sees that is suspicions were correct. Still, he sets the food on the table and watches him sit. He doesn't like this.

"Maybe ... or maybe I just wanted to see you. Haven't... in a while." That wasn't what he wanted to say, but the words come out. They're quiet and thick with concern. Shit. This isn't going the way he wanted. No sense in beating around the bush now. A soft sigh as he moves to sit next to him, knees falling open to bump his. "You don't look alright. You look like shit."

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reese walks right into buck's house without knocking and right into the kitchen. they open the fridge and smile when she see's lasagna right on the shelf eye level with her. " oh come to momma. " she grabs a fork and grabs the lasagna, eating right out of the pan while she walks through his house and towards the bedroom. " do you have clothes on because it's too late if you don't, i'm coming in. " she takes a bite of the lasagna and almost trips on her own feet because it's so good. " shit dude, this lasagna is a solid 9 out of 10. what did you put in this ? "

@crueltyerror ( buck ) liked for reese.

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buck is sound asleep, soft snores and face tucked into his pillow. the soft buzz of the fan in the corner and blanket pulled over his shoulders. then there's the noise. a faint voice pulling him from his sleep, but it's familiar and all he does is turn over to face his doorway, watching reese walk through with the pan in her hands. of course. a deep sigh and he's moving over, giving her room to sit if she wants. " my big toe, " voice is graveled from sleep, eyes blinking to clear. " i sleep naked. you're lucky i kept my covers on. " another pause then he sits himself up, tucking the blanket around his waist better. " give me some. "

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okay, that was his coffee. he groans and glares at being slightly inconvenienced but the lift to the counter and that grin makes up for it. his legs instinctively wrap around his waist and the mention of celena makes him smile now too. " yeah ? my target audience has been reached then. " he picks up the coffee that was taken from him, gulping it down even though it was way too hot, burning his throat just the way he likes it. " well, that's not my fault. he should learn how to hold a hose if he's that insecure. some of us grew up with captain argent and weren't allowed to sleep until we held a hose for hours without struggling. i used to be all skin and bones and look at me now, man. " he holds his coffee with one hand then flexes the other arm. " see ? "

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a soft hum vibrates the back of his throat as he gives a short nod, watching the way his throat moves with each gulp of coffee he takes. any words stiles says shortly after, he only hears half — his attention was elsewhere. " argent is a pain in the ass anyway. look on the bright side, you're not gonna snap in half. " his attention now turns to the bicep in his face, his resistance to act on his impulse fails as he leans forward to give it a bite, the one sharp canine he has making an indention. " he looked like he was gonna hit you. i'd be careful. besides, if you're injured, that means loa. loa means we can't work together. "

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░░ CYNTHIA  ( @crueltyerror ) to DESTINY : ░░ ✉  " how much skin is too much skin to show on our date tonight? "

⥂ ░░░  𝗗𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗘𝗬𝗘𝗦 𝗦𝗟𝗢𝗪𝗟𝗬 𝗥𝗢𝗔𝗠  over her form ⸺ down, then up, then down again ⸺ before flickering back up to meet her eyes. his own are curiously blank, unreadable as he turns the question over in his head: the debate between what  he  would like to see and what he would  not  like everyone else to see ⸺ or rather, what he would not like others to get  ideas  from, should they see, even if he is there ward off any unwelcome advances or interactions.

     finally, he returns his eyes to his own reflection in the bathroom mirror, continuing applying serum to his face. the silence between them hangs until he's finished and his hands are snapping the cap back in place on the bottle.      “    as much as you want; just don't get us some kind of charge.    ”   

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she feels his eyes on her back, a grin slowly creeping up on his expression before she looks over her shoulder to see the gears turning in his head. it's a question she knows might cause trouble, some hesitation at least. she's been known to show skin when out and about, and it's not something she's ashamed of. fully aware that she could dress how she wanted, she still likes his input. this also meant it'll be easier to pick out an outfit. her current one? a red set of bra and panties.

however, his answer is less than pleasing. the grin falls into a frown then to a pout. " you should think about your answer a little better. " leaning into his space, hands clasping together on his shoulder and chin resting atop them. " or maybe i should phrase my question better: what do you wanna see more of? "

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why does he look like a dad