#gunsandshield

[vvhippoorwill]

‘🎨’ [Yes I logged in just to send you meme and wtf this laptop won't read the emoji]

Send me a ‘🎨’ for an aesthetic or mood collage for our muses.

I just can’t make these look nice. Too many colors.

[rosyxsheen]

♥(ˆ⌣ˆԅ) [CUTE-IFY HIM]

♥(ˆ⌣ˆԅ)

“It was a little tough to pick a certain style for you Bunny, but I’m sure you’ll look cool and cute in these.”  She winked at him before handing him a white box with a mint green ribbon on top. ● ● ● ● 

[rosyxsheen]

Protect Reka at any cost and keep her around longer 2k15

I have no more to say.

[vvhippoorwill]

[*sends own two urls in a package decorated with snow bunny wrapping paper & giant bow*]

TO SPREAD POSITIVITY.

FIRST OF ALL REKA WTF

SCREW POSITIVITY, YOU CAN’T JUST GO AND START LIKE THREE AMAZING THREADS AND THEN JUST DISAPPEAR FOR MONTHS

THANKS TO YOU I HAVE A GOOD IDEA WHAT SEXUAL FRUSTRATION FEELS LIKE

OR AT LEAST THE ROLEPLAYER VERSION OF IT.

also technically you have 3 urls that i know of and maybe a 4th one you haven’t given me yet.

But honestly, that’s all just because threading with you is so enjoyable? Even though 99% of the time we’re just messing around because wtf are our muses anyway, that’s still amazing.

I love your writing, and honestly, by now your Deli is the only one I accept and I stopped reading gangsta at the chapter that was the newest back then, so I’m kinda almost accepting whatever you’re doing to be canon from after that –– at least on my blog.

but bunny you better get you fucking face out of meno’s boobs or there will be rabbit ragout for dinner.

HONESTLY DELI IS JUST ADORABLE.

AND WHAT WOULD I DO WITHOUT YOU, PUTTING BUNNY GIFS INTO MY SUBMISSION BOX RANDOMLY, OR MAKING ME FOREVER HAVING SECOND THOUGHTS ABOUT MY BELOVED CACTI.WHAT WOULD WE DO WITH REKA’S OUT-OF-NOWHERE HEADCANONS AND HER BARGING IN HOURS LATE TO THE PARTY AND LEAVING AGAIN FOR MONTHS BEFORE IT’S EVEN OVER.

PINK PHONE CASE AND ALL.

GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER, WOMAN, WE NEED YOU HERE

OR IN CARDS AGAINST HUMANITY

tbh I kinda admire you for your confidence, just making your side-blog, or your OCs, or human-shifting firearms –– I mean it took me weeks of contemplation just to make a side-blog that is only a different verse.You have way too many ideas but I guess that’s a good thing, too, even though they’re all over the place –– if you pick one up it’s always enjoyable to see what you do with it.

And I had a lot more fun with you than with many others here on tumblr, look where all that shit led us, bunnies, knife-fights, hiding thunderstorms in decayed houses, cactus dildos, vibrating dolls, random blowjobs–––

a wild ride, all the way through.

OR AMBA AND MALA, I LOVED THOSE TWO IDIOTS TOO.AND THE WHOLE BUNCH OF GUARDS.

NOW ACCEPT THE FACT THAT YOU’RE PERFECT AND SHARE YOUR PERFECTION WITH US MORE OFTEN.GDI.

[vvhippoorwill]

"I hate bad dreams" [Because you sent two questions so I can send another one B)))]

“the last of us” inspired sentence starters.

Bennett had been sitting by the window, staring out into the dull, blurry lights from street lamps and passing cars –– or the distorted shimmer that made it through the layer of unending rain against the glass.He was lucky –– they were lucky –– it was only rain and no thunderstorm, or the bunny wouldn’t hardly be sleeping right now. The weather had been against them lately, or maybe mostly against Delico; whatever change the flashing lights and crack of thunder brought out in the former soldier’s heart, it was easily suppressed in the face of.. other issues.

Surely, the brunette was not a person awfully fond of physical contact –– except the painful kind –– but he was also not awfully fond of having to sit in the same room with someone having a panic attack. So he always went with the lesser evil, accepting the hugging, and clinging, and soothing, and hiding the other under blankets as a means to preserve his own sanity –– and the furniture they didn’t own.

Tonight, though, seemed quiet enough, having turned his back on the bed where the Twilight was sleeping, he ignored the occasional noises and shifting, leaning his head against the cold glass; maybe he could sleep for a couple of minutes, too–––– ––

Then, the tired, rough voice breaking the silence cancelled that idea in merely a split second, blue eyes opening and turning their attention to the messy silver hair, then the figure it belonged to as it shifted to sit up in bed.Isn’t that something a child would say?

Yes, but then again –– little bunnies almost counted as children, anyway.

“Is that so?” he replied idly, letting his head slowly tilt over to the side as he continued to watch the other rub his face. Cheeks flushed, his fingers appeared rather pale; or maybe that was just the light –– but the shaking wasn’t the light, and that much was sure.

“Would you like Mommy to make you a hot chocolate, then?”

And as he said that, he could see Delico pause, turn his mismatched gaze at him –– tired and shaken, but almost a bit angry as if to see if Bennett was smirking, making fun of him with that question. But of course he wasn’t, while the ‘Mommy’ part was surely meant as a joke (or was it?), he was dead serious in that suggestion –– after all, when had the soldier ever found the energy to ridicule another for no reason?

Since there was no answer, the tall figure merely stood up, walking over to the tiny, dirty kitchen counter to open one of the closets. The bunny probably didn’t even know they had cocoa, Bennett had bought it on his own –– why, he didn’t know.Or maybe he’d bought it specifically with situations like this in mind.

He used to make it for Meno when she woke up from a nightmare, when she was upset or crying. He himself didn’t like it; but maybe Delico did.

It didn’t take long to heat up the milk in the microwave –– as untrustworthy as it looked, it hadn’t exploded yet –– and stir the power in, leaving the spoon as he walked back to the other’s bed, offering the cup into his trembling hands.

He made sure that Delico didn’t drop it, but then merely returned to his chair by the window in silence, the distorted lights drawing in his attention once again. “Try going back to sleep, anyway.” he eventually spoke, no louder than the even symphony of raindrops.“Bad sleep is better than no sleep; trust me, you’ll need it.”

[basteward-blog]

♦

♦What's an AU that you've always wanted?

OH GOSH!!! i haven’t put much thought forth into any possible aus tbh... i mean, it might be interesting to roleplay an older!loretta? oh wait!! i know!!! okay, so i was rping loretta on a dreamwidth meme and, um, it was a circus au!!! and i really liked that one?? i made it so she was a lion tamer who had recently inherited her father’s job! i kind of alluded to this au in one of the starters i wrote, actually!! like she’s in the black market and she sees a really thin and pitiful lion cub and...

LAUGHS YEAH i'm actually kind of fond of it heheHE

[vvhippoorwill]

♡ [Ottooooo]

Send ♡ to see my muse’s mother/father. [Otto]

Otto was a family man. Always had been, and always will be. There was nothing in the world more important to him than family, no bond he deemed stronger, nothing he thought more worth dying for than that.He would, and does, gladly devote his entire life to his family –– unfortunately, though, Otto had two of such.

Two families most important to him, two bonds of the strongest kind, two reasons to die for.

Of course; he was not the only one. Out of all the men in the unit serving alongside him, there ought to be a percentage that had a wife, maybe even kids.But there was a reason many didn’t.There was a reason many of those who didn’t now used to have one, but they lost it.

The ones who didn’t have to choose between the two families yet were merely the especially lucky ones. And Otto, despite his wife having divorced him a few years ago, still considered himself as such a lucky man.He chose his job, his brothers, his duty –– but he was still on good terms with his ex-wife; he still loved her, she probably still loved him.His two daughters still loved him, he paid for them to go to college, he visited them as often as he could.Maybe one day, when he was too old for the job, and his wife hadn’t found a man she deemed better, he would go back and try to mend things.

It was what he hoped for.And unbeknownst to him, it was what everyone else hoped for him, too.

Right now, though, none of that mattered in the slightest –– considering he couldn’t be further from home, gaze wandering over the large glass facade of the hotel’s lobby, brightly lit even in the middle of the night.It was the address he’d been given to meet up in, honestly, it hadn’t been planned for him to come here as well. But circumstances tended to change quickly, so he’d been ordered over –– even if only to help with wrapping everything up.

Walking to the main entrance, the large man stopped in front of the sharply dressed but rather young-looking guard outside. The two of them almost appeared as opposites, both in shape and color, yet Otto only gave him a small smile to show his good intent –– giving the shorter man his passport before he was even asked for it.“Good evening –– you’re Delico, right?” Naturally, he would know about every face he was going to meet.Raphael had ran into them by accident at first, but Otto did not.“I didn’t bring any weapons, but you’re free to check.”

He wasn’t going to keep the kid from doing his job, he wasn’t looking for any sort of trouble. The soldier was merely here to pick up a member of his family, which was just as peaceful an endeavor as it sounded –– and very much his right to do.Taking his papers back, he’d let the guard search him before following him inside; already the gentle smile had been replaced with a more business-oriented expression –– both of it looked so natural on him, it was hard to say which one was closer to his true self.

Upon meeting the group at the small hotel bar, he shook the hands of those who were up for it, although the greeting was just as short as his stay was going to be. Knowing Tristan was the one in charge, he was the one to turn though, although even that exchange was court in its nature.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to keep you guys up any longer. I’m just here to pick up our pup, then you’ll be rid of us.”There was an inexpressive look of his shot towards Raphael, who, in kind, returned with a more than vague gesture of his hand –– what it meant, or if it meant anything at all, was up for anyone to guess; as their exchange was over with that, and Otto turned back to the group of guards.

“Alright then; Will, move your ass. Everyone else, I’ll once again thank you for your cooperation and apologize for any inconvenience caused.”Raphael had already gotten up from his place, walking over to the other’s side –– Otto had seemed tall before, but now that they stood next to each other it almost looked like he was even the tiniest bit taller than the brunette. Who, once stopped, threw another glance back at the men he’d spent the last two weeks with, but didn’t speak a word of goodbye –– out of his team, he was usually the last one to talk. As long as someone else was there, the social interaction was left to those who did less damage with it.

“We’ll be in town for two more days, so if anything comes up that you feel the need to discuss, I believe you know how to reach him.And with that, we’ll bid you farewell for now –– and a good night to all of you. I’m sure you’ve earned some well deserved rest by now.”Only now did he give them another one of the warm smiles he’d showed to Delico before, turning around a moment later to walk out of the hotel, Raphael following him without a single sound.

It was pretty clear now that it hadn’t just been the one man –– just like with the colorful group of guards; wherever these soldiers had come from everyone seemed to be quite the personality, too.

[rosyxsheen]

[Dropping Delico here for that 'rate your muse with heart' meme thing if u still do it 8""3]

Drop me a character name and I’ll reveal my muse’s heart…

VISUAL ATTRACTIVENESS: 💗💗(purely aesthetic appreciation of looks)

FRIENDSHIP LEVEL: 💗💗   [ work on it Bunny, you still have levels to unlock! ](how close a friend they consider them)

SEXUAL DESIRE: 💔 (wanting to have sex with them)

ROMANTIC INTENT: 💔 (hoping for a romantic relationship)

💔 Non-existent💗 Very low💗💗 A little💗💗💗 Hopeful💗💗💗💗 High💗💗💗💗💗 Maximum