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Something very distinctive about my dear lady zoi (my youngster doesn’t do this at all!). 30sec long but so very worth it! She was a month shy of being 9 years old on the vid.
WEIRD HORSE
omg springloaded borzoi. She’s gorgeous!
Moira sighed dramatically tipping her head back as if she could voice all her frustration in that one sound. “Figures. An’ here I was, lookin’ forward ta some hijinks.”
protector / protectee starters
“no. you can’t go, it’s too dangerous.”
“it’s not dangerous. i’ll be fine.”
“i’m not going to let anything happen to you.”
“you can’t keep me safe from everything.”
“just be careful.”
“i’m always careful.”
“you’re going to get yourself hurt.”
“i won’t get hurt, i promise.”
“i won’t let them hurt you.”
“you can’t save me from this.”
“please try and stay out of trouble.”
“if anything happened to you…”
“i’m not sure how to keep you safe.”
“i’m not going to let you out of my sight.”
“this is the only way to keep you safe.”
“you can’t keep an eye on me twenty four seven.”
“everywhere you go, i go.”
“it’s not your job to protect me.”
“it’s my job to protect you.”
“don’t worry, i’ve got you.”
“no one will hurt you as long as i’m breathing.”
“you don’t understand how dangerous this is.”
“please come back in one piece.”
“Where the fuck have you been, Edward?” Moira tried to sound indignant, angry, anything other than worried. It wasn't working, even if she looked unaffected and detached when she saw him.
〔¿〕➝ “Oh…hey Moira.”
A part of Edward had been dreading seeing her. Not because he hadn’t missed her - of course he had - but because he’d have to explain exactly where, and why, he’d gone. It wasn’t even any of his doing. The Riddler had decided that an almost half-year long business trip was well overdue.
“I…well…it’s a long story…I can’t tell you how good it is to see you, though.”
〔?〕➝ “Busy? Hmph. You and Edward don’t even know the meaning of the word,” The Riddler muttered irritably, taking a spoon and scooping just the right amount of sugar into the cups. For someone who didn’t pay attention to Moira’s partialities, he certainly seemed to at least know how sweet she enjoyed her hot drinks, “The pair of you may relish in your occupations here, but at least you are able to abandon it all when you return home for the evenings. My work follows me wherever I go. You should think yourself fortunate.”
He inclined his head towards her, the glow of his eyes becoming visible once more. He wasn’t looking at her, however he was certainly acknowledging that her words were being heard.
“Both, if you must know,” He answered, “I am well-aware of the fact that Edward has his own matters, and I mine. Therefore it would be terribly rude of me to intervene unless I thought it was necessary. In return, Edward allows me to run and maintain my enterprise. Regarding whatever activities you and Edward choose to pursue together, however, is something that I really cannot be bothered with. Romance is dreadfully unproductive. A pure waste of time, if you ask me.”
She just arched a brow at his derision. Quite the snarky little shit then, though she has always had an inkling that Edward could have quite the sharp tongue if he allowed himself.
His work. That did not bode well. No action, not yet, listen close and study, find out the lay of the land before stomping all over it. She and Eddie needed to chat after this, that was for certain.
The smell of lightly sweetened tea was pleasant as she cradled her cup in her hands. She leaned back against the counter. “Rude to intervene, an’ yet,” she gestured to the room, “here we are.
“Ya speak of enterprise an’ work. Yer the reason Eddie always looks like he’s on edge an’ ready to collapse.”
This is basically a notice that I’ll be on semi-hiatus for probably forever and may even go semi-selective. I’ve done an overhaul of who I follow, might do something to the actual blog, and my replies will be incredibly sporadic since I won’t be able to see my notifications easily.
To those I’ve RP’d with or chatted with in the past, I adore you guys and appreciate you all. I wish you nothing but good things in life and hope you’ve been well. I’m keeping a few drafts and will do my best to get them posted this week.
As for this tiny resurgence of activity, blame @xloupgaroux for making these precious wolf babies that make Moira want to come out of hiding and go play with all the canine baes and babes.
More reasons for my absence behind the cut.
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To be honest, there were too many good ones for my name to choose from. Whoops.
//icon change for Pride thanks to the ever so amazing and lovely @fxdctouchcd
No matter your sexuality, gender, etc, you’re all amazing people and I wish the best in life for every single one of you.
arthurian fandom
“So, what’s the canon?”
“But was Mordred Arthur’s son in the original legend?”
“Yes but what’s the original book?”
#the original book is some bard high on peat moss and woad in third-century wales
@masqueradewolf @notamongrel
ALL MY THIS. It’s why I love all the different pop culture Arthur stories. They all work.
//it’s been a hell of a week. Really tired for no explicable reason, busy helping friends with DIY, first session with Das Husbando as DM for D&D, and enjoying some me time by finally playing Mass Effect.
But I also just saw King Arthur and it just…I love this movie. It’s everything I hoped it would be and it was awesome and now I have feels. Hoping to channel said feels into writing this week.
But good news:
ALL THE DAMN MOIRA FEELS YOU GUYS SHE WOULD THINK THIS ARTHUR IS THE GREATEST LITTLE SHIT TO EVER WALK THE EARTH AND WOULD JUST LOVE TO SEE HIM RUN AROUND DOING SHIT WITH HIS KNIGHTS AND YES PLEASE THANK YOU GUY RITCHIE MY HEART IS SO HAPPY.
*ahem*
So yeah, arthurian legend Moira feels. Thank you.
“Where the fuck have you been, Edward?” Moira tried to sound indignant, angry, anything other than worried. It wasn't working, even if she looked unaffected and detached when she saw him.
〔¿〕➝ “Oh…hey Moira.”
A part of Edward had been dreading seeing her. Not because he hadn’t missed her - of course he had - but because he’d have to explain exactly where, and why, he’d gone. It wasn’t even any of his doing. The Riddler had decided that an almost half-year long business trip was well overdue.
“I…well…it’s a long story…I can’t tell you how good it is to see you, though.”
〔?〕➝ Oh, was she going to react badly to what she was about to find out.
It was something that The Riddler had secretly wanted to do for some time now, reveal himself to her. Simply having Edward try to recall everything in words was never going to cut it in his mind - he had never been any good at getting his points across well at all - and addressing her himself would no doubt show her how powerful he was, and how much of a potential threat he was going to be if she ever stepped out of line.
“Ah, but you see, your answer would imply that I actually knew anything about your preferences with regards to…well…anything,” He stated, gently placing two cups on the counter and adding tea to them, “Usually I try my best to avoid remembering the little details whenever it comes to Edward’s personal matters with you. Ah, but then again…
He turned his head to look at her, his eyes emitting their bright, eerie glow, a smirk etched onto his face, “It seems as if Edward himself has neglected to inform you of a rather large detail of his own…”
Despite how she felt, she kept her reaction schooled, showing nothing. Green eyes, a vastly different personality, practically a Jekyll and Hyde switch...what the fuck Eddie?
“We’ve both been a little busy,” she replied carefully, reaching for the cup of tea. This was...well...this would certainly explain a few things. She wondered if this rising feeling of concern churning in her gut was what Edward had felt when she told him about her own abilities.
“Why do ya avoid Edward’s personal matters?” she asked, not for a second taking her eyes off him. There were a lot of questions she had now, but none of them would sit right long enough on her tongue to get them out. “Professional courtesy or disgust?”
*slides in a ʘ‿ʘ*
NSFW AU - Accepting
3 - Stripper AU
“You know, doll… you stare long enough, I’m gonna have to start charging ya,” Bucky teased in his Brooklyn drawl, wearing ridiculously tight boxer briefs and nothing else. He grinned at Moira and took her hand, leading her away from the crowd as he finished his shift at work. He didn’t bother picking up the clothes he’d just shed a moment before, having a change of clothes in the back. “What can I do for you?” he asked with a seductive purr in his voice. He’d definitely seen her watching as he danced and wasn’t going to let that go so easily.
“Pfft, please, ya can put it on my tab, darlin’,” Moira laughed as he started to lead her away. The club’s layout was pretty familiar to her, even if coming in as a guest was a bit of a novelty. She leaned back against the wall of the hallway, smiling up at him sweetly. “I was wonderin’,” she started trailing her hand over his shoulder, dancing the edge of her fingers on his clavicle. “If you were workin’ on Thursday?”
//wow, so that’s a lovely punch to the gut.
Two people unfollowed me yesterday, one who I thought I got along really well with and really enjoyed RPing with. I had asked both of them, since they had posted something about being upset, if I in particular had upset them and that I would not do so intentionally. So they unfollowed me and never answered my message.
Guys, if I upset you or do something you don’t like, just tell me ok? I guarantee I’m not doing it on purpose. And getting yelled at over messaging would be better than utter silence leaving me in the dark as to what I did wrong. Because now I’m overanalyzing every little thing I’ve ever said or done regarding these people. Thank you.
“Where the fuck have you been, Edward?” Moira tried to sound indignant, angry, anything other than worried. It wasn't working, even if she looked unaffected and detached when she saw him.
〔¿〕➝ “Oh…hey Moira.”
A part of Edward had been dreading seeing her. Not because he hadn’t missed her - of course he had - but because he’d have to explain exactly where, and why, he’d gone. It wasn’t even any of his doing. The Riddler had decided that an almost half-year long business trip was well overdue.
“I…well…it’s a long story…I can’t tell you how good it is to see you, though.”
〔¿?〕➝ Lunatic? Says the one who actually has a mental illness, Edward. Luckily I am not one to be phased by such tiny remarks.
Riddler, you once shot a British tourist because he called you “a pompous sod”.
He was a fool, an utter scoundrel…besides, it was only in his foot. Such an injury is easily treated.
And that makes it better?
You always perceive me as the devil incarnate, Edward, but that is diverting from the matter at hand. If you really want to explain our situation to her, then you might as well just show her.
His eyes widened. He knew what was going to happen.
“How about some tea first, huh?” He suggested to Moira, hastily jumping from his seat and walking quickly over to the counter at the other end of the room. As he filled the kettle and switched it on, he made sure that his back remained turned to her - that way, when his eyes changed colour - as they always did when switching, and as they were currently doing now - she would not notice. From his appearance alone it was as if nothing had happened. However, once The Riddler spoke, he would no doubt plant a small seed of suspicion in her mind:
“How much sugar do you take, my dear?”
“Sure darlin’,” she nodded, letting Edward move up easily. This jumpy behavior wasn’t too out of sorts for him, especially if he was stressed about something. His quiet had been mildly concerning, something about the expression on his face wasn’t sitting right with her.
The moment the words left his mouth, she knew something was wrong. Keeping her movements relaxed and easy, she got to her feet, offhandedly remarking, “Ah, ya know, the usual.”
Edward not knowing how much sugar she used? Edward who seemed to have made it a point to memorize every little detail or quirk about her he could.
My dear?!
There were multiple possible explanations, but most of them did not line up with her sweet little scientist asking about the Riddler of all people.
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lol put that girl on a leash! wait… no I’ll handle that part XD
// When I think of one woman wanting to put a werewolf woman on a leash, I automatically think ‘Tumblr’
//Trying to put Mo on a leash would not end well for anyone.
Her putting someone ELSE on a leash…..goddamit tumblr get my brain out of the gutter
//lol Del might try it just to see what would happen. *pets*
//Pre-Fall of Overwatch - it would end with Del getting punched and Moira making a report to the higher ups about a training session that went a little rough.
Post-fall - Del would get bit or punched, or just straight laid the hell out. Moira and leashes and collars DO NOT MIX.
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lol put that girl on a leash! wait… no I’ll handle that part XD
// When I think of one woman wanting to put a werewolf woman on a leash, I automatically think ‘Tumblr’
//Trying to put Mo on a leash would not end well for anyone.
Her putting someone ELSE on a leash.....goddamit tumblr get my brain out of the gutter