leonhartess replied to your photoset : Headmaster Dincht AU when?? [x]
“As of today I have instated perhaps the most important policy in the history of the garden….FREE UNLIMITED HOT DOGS FOR ALL!!”
EVEN BETTER---
“Ya know, as the almighty ‘Interim-Commander’, I’m makin’ a declaration that I get to cut everyone in line!
An’ don’t look at me, it’s jus’ the way it goes! I’m Interim-Commander! Can’t be waitin’ in line all day hopin’ I can eat my lunch and get back in time. I got meetings to be in, paperwork to file, missions to debrief....”
*throws my url at* (let's pretend i haven't just come back after like a two year hiatus and that i've actually been active this whole time *cough*)
What are you talking about? Pshhht, you never left --
Do I Follow Them?: YES
Why Did I Follow Them?: For the life of me, I cannot remember which blog I followed you on first, but I remember loving you to pieces and oodles and bits.
Do We Role Play?: We haven’t in a hot minute!
Do I Want To Role Play With Them: Always! Imma be sliding into your DMs here before long once I free up some threads.
An AU Idea For Our Muses: I’m terrible at AUs but how about a thread idea where Seifer winds up hiding out in Winhill after the war.
A Song For Our Muses: I couldn’t think of one that summarized ‘I’m-sorry-for-scarring-up-your-kid-also-I-used-to-idolize-your-idiot-husband’.
Do I Ship Our Muses?: Famship? Adopt this asshole, Raine. :|
What I Think About The Mun: I am so so proud of Kanna and her accomplishments. I’ve known her since 2016 and to see how far she’s come is extraordinary!
Overall Opinion: Did I mention she’s a terrific writer? Aesthetics are 10/10, she’s so lovely, please go and follow.
[ ✠ ] it’s three in the morning and my muse unexpectedly arrives at your muse’s home.
The knock on the front door echoed through the quiet house, startling him from the intoxication of slumber that had washed over him while sitting on the old, floral, thread-bare couch. The clatter of a notebook to the floor reminded him that he’d been in the midst of writing, ruminating on ideas swimming through his head post-dinner, closing his eyes for just a moment to get the syntax just so…
Next he knew he was jerking himself awake and wiping the sting from his eyes.
He rolled to his feet, padding bare-footed across the age-streaked wooden floor through the kitchen where he plucked at a yellowed curtain to peek out into the dim town square
A puff of disbelief left his chest, pulling the door open quickly and pausing in the frame, gazing down at the woman who stood on the stoop before him, framed in lamp light.
“Raine… what are you doing out so late? It’s not safe out there,” he croaked softly, the sleep-addled rasp of his voice failing at sounding quite as admonishing as he’d hoped.
Not that Raine didn’t do precisely as she liked regardless of his wishes.
I’m going to be basing this off on FINAL FANTASY VIII unless specified otherwise! ♥
Ship that pisses you off: 💣
Squall x Lightning. I just. Lightning is clearly a closeted lesbian. My gaydar goes off around her MAJORLY. In fact, any male with Lightning pisses me off. But I would never try to deter someone’s views with how they view Lightning with men. This is just my own personal opinion. Not only that, but I think pairing Squall with anyone who’s like him even a little would make for a very toxic relationship. He’d be distant, his SO would be distant. They probably just have maritals and then call it day. Its not good for him—them, or so I think, anyway.
Ship you’re curious about: 👀
Laguna x Julia. Squall and Rinoa would cease to exist but, I want to know what could have been if Laguna DID return to Julia. Would they live happily ever after? Or would the relationship tank? I have so many questions.
♥ What’s the WORST thing that has happened to you rp wise?
Honestly, I haven’t really had anything that bad? My time on tumlbr has been relatively fine, roleplaying on proboards was great. I haven’t had any hate, drama has been relatively low and none has included me (thankfully), people have always been generally kind to me. Nothing immediately comes to mind for being the worst thing that’s happened. I’ve had bad moments when I’ve wanted to quit roleplaying forever or maybe drama has boiled over a little too much, but nothing majorly bad.
⚜ How many people do you not like?
Very few. I could count on one hand the amount of people I don’t like. I don’t tend to follow them either. If I did, it would bum me out as you can probably imagine. I’m not gonna name names though and it is very very rare that I end up not liking someone.
❥ Has someone ever ruined an FC or character for you?
Not to my knowledge? I mean, I’ve seen faceclaims been used where I don’t necessarily think they work well with the character they’re portraying but I’ve never had a faceclaim ruined.
The shout takes him aback, despite how her voice had been steadily rising with every question he dodged, each glance downcast as she tried in vain to hold it.
He slowly sets the near empty decanter back down on the table to keep it from slipping through his fingers, already trembling hands having begun to shake violently, glass stopper rattling in its place. He wants desperately to take another drink, rather than reply to her– but knows better, no matter how dry his mouth, how his tongue seems to stick to the roof of it. She knows him better, and has had enough, and Laguna doesn’t blame her for being angry.
He fights, and fails, to meet her eyes.
Swallows thickly, puts his glass down, too– gently, gently.
She had reclaimed her maiden name after reading of his wedding in the Deling Times, but contacted him several months later, a week ago, all the same.
To let him know that she had seen, and was very happy for him, she said.
That she’s alive, and doing well.
And that, if he wants to, they have a lot to talk about.
He’s been in a state of shock ever since. Smiling at all the right times, laughing at all the right things, easily; but inside, behind eyes so expressive they inspired one of the most famous love songs of their time, he is static. A haze of unfeeling gray, save for the occasional, suffocating wash of anxiety.
“Xu, baby, th-this…”
He tries to draw on that apathy, as his gaze finally raises to his wife’s, hoping to steady his hands, voice in the deep (good, solid, grounding) brown there– but once he finds it filled with worry, frustration, and love, all at once, he is suddenly nothing but feeling, throat tight and eyes stinging with the intensity of it.
[ahh the post that started it all djfkds okay but triolism this time pls and thank]
Triolism: I’ll write our characters in a threesome
(note: this is in a completely unrelated alternate universe and it has no bearing on this current verse, I’m just evil.)
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One too many glasses of wine, and her fingers are tangled so tightly in dark hair that Xu wonders if she’ll ever free them afterward.
It doesn’t matter, though, not now, not while Xu’s head is buried between Raine’s thighs, scarlet nails leaving ten crescents along softly smooth legs, tongue entirely more experienced than she thinks even Laguna realized.
Right now, though, Xu has more pressing things on her mind, the feeling of still sock-clad feet slipping along her shoulder blades. She stops only for a heartbeat, long enough to slip her hands around those thighs and hold Raine still, considerable SeeD strength coming to bear against powder-scented skin.
It’s possible to taste like flowers and the sea all at once. This is new. She pushes her nose closer, tongues deeper, seeking out that sweet spot as Raine grabs a death grip against her head-- is she... is she crying while she’s begging for Xu to go deeper, more, more?
Xu feels Laguna lean across her back, fumbling shyly (but not as shy as he would have been if they’d all been anything close to sober, because fucking his once-presumed-dead wife and his current, half-his-age-former-mercenary wife? Together? He would probably have rather the floor opened up in front of him and swallowed him whole), feels him slip out of her, hears Raine shut up for five seconds as one hand leaves Xu’s head to grab fast to Laguna’s half-buttoned shirt. Leaves Xu feeling empty-hot, too drunk and not enough.
She makes a noise of disapproval, and Laguna realizes what he’s done, fixes it quickly with one hard thrust (harder than he would have, not even six months ago). A noise of contentment follows, a hard exhalation against Raine.
Hyne, she feels like she’s doing all the work here. Xu trusts that Raine’s leg is going to stay hooked over her shoulder long enough to free a hand of her own, to shove (not all that gently) two fingers into this sweet, innocent woman’s slick-wet center, dripping onto pristine presidential sheets.
It gives her a few minutes to come up for air. Hyne again, if this comes to a second round, she’s going to take Raine for a wax, first.
“Xu-- Xu!”
Her thumb digs another rough, harsh circle, slipping across Raine’s clit, her tongue follows across, and Xu nips at the high inside of that soft, sweet thigh, leaves a goddamned mark there as Raine bucks and arcs her spine, pushing hard against Xu’s hand, comes with a cry that can probably be heard three floors down.
There’s satisfaction in watching her fall apart, in the way Laguna’s hand tightens around Xu’s hip-- in possessiveness? Jealousy?
She’s got more experience, after all. Xu crawls her way up Raine’s body, pulling Laguna with her, runs her tongue from navel to collar to throat to kissing with wet, numb lips.
Drives up that possessive jealousy in Laguna a bit more, reaching for a dusky pink nipple, tugging and twisting and making Raine whimper in wrung-out desire. Gets what she wants, gets Laguna grabbing hold of her ponytail and wrenching her back, his name leaving her lips in heated desire.
There are bruises on her hips, Raine snuggled between them, Laguna’s chest heaving and his fingers running tiredly across whatever skin he can reach, afterward. Exhaustion runs pleasantly deep through them all.
Doesn’t stop Xu from grabbing her husband’s phone, taking a picture from above. Setting it as his lock screen before he can ask what she’s up to.
Never let it be said she hasn’t done anything nice for him.
