#morriganfaye

[oricanestmile]

Symphonia

yeeeee I’m gonna go ahead and include the sequel because I ship a lot harder for that haha;;

lowkey otp: Yuan/Kratos was my very first BL ship ever and it is still Good Shit. But there’s also Sheena/Lloyd...Mithos/Genis...Regal/Raine...Symphonia has a lot of good lowkey ships

highkey notp: uhh gosh probably Emil/Marta;;; 

[softly] don’t notp: Genis/Lloyd has always given me the willies. Same with Presea/Regal.

highkey otp but i’m scared of saying it because it’s not a very popular choice: uhhhhh maybe Ratatosk/Marta, I always thought it was kinda cute;;

highkey otp and anyone on my tumblr knows it: THE EVENING STARS....RICHTER/ASTER...AND SOMETIMES RICHTER/EMIL/ASTER. I’ve been in deep with them since high school and was reminded of my love when I replayed dotnw in 2014...they’re too good

[konstantya]

Father Mulcahy please

character: hate them | don’t really care | like them | LOVE them | THEY ARE MY PRECIOUS

ship with:  Usually no one (the whole Catholic priest thing, and the fact that he’s so very devoted to his vocation, kind of mucks things up and usually makes any ships involving him read as very OOC to me), but I do totally guilty-pleasure ship him with Gail Harris from “Nurse Doctor.”  Also, I’m not sure if I actually ship them, but if I was going to pair him with a dude, that dude would be Hawkeye.  And again, not sure if I actually ship it, but I would probably read Mulcahy/Margaret, partly out of sheer, cracky curiosity, and partly because they’re my two favorite characters, so why not throw them together?

platonic otp:  Does his sister count?  Because nothing can convince me that they weren’t total bros (well, bro and sis XP) as kids, and it seems pretty obvious that they’ve stayed close as adults.  Beyond that, Hawkeye, Sidney, and while I’m not sure I would go so far as to call it a platonic otp, I really like the way he and Klinger get along.  Margaret, too—their relationship was never really given much focus, but I think they could have a really sweet, if slightly bizarre, friendship.

general opinions:  OH GOODNESS, WHERE DO I EVEN START?  He’s completely and utterly adorable, but what I really love is how human he is.  So often it seems that clerical characters (the genuinely good ones, at least—I’m not talking about Sinister Ministers here) aren’t really allowed to have a lot of dimension.  They’re kind of portrayed as this paragon of moral goodness, and I really love how flawed Mulcahy is.  He gets angry and insecure, has a streak of pride despite his ingrained humility, seems to genuinely struggle with his faith on occasion, and so on.  He’s a thoroughly decent person, but he’s still very much a person, not an ideal, and I just want to pinch his cheeks and kiss his nose.

[csi-ruby]

Succubus and Genie

Succubus - What is one thing that you can't live without?

I'm going to say with the basic essentials (water, food, shelter, sunlight) I would have to say friends/family.

Genie - If you had one wish that would come true and couldn't be reversed, what would you ask for?

This one is super tough. I'm going to go with that Alzheimer's did not exist.

[csi-ruby]

9, 25

9 - Something cosplay-related that you will never do (eg. crossplay, cosplay from a certain series)

Uhmm, I'm not sure actually. I guess I'll never do something that requires a fur suit? I've got nothing against them, they just cost a ton of money. lol

25 - How many wigs do you own? Which is your favourite?

As of right now, I have 11 wigs, but one there are 4 that are out of commission unless I can fix them. My favorite, gosh, it's between Shou and my new Belgium wig. I love the color of Bel, but Shou fits so wonderfully on my head... 

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Requested by: morriganfaye Fandom: Baccano! Characters: Isaac Dian, Miria Harvent Notes: Hey look guys! I'm back in business! Sorry it's been so long. I've actually wanted to write this scenario for forever (as well you know =P) so I hope it's okay. ^^

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It was a day just like any other day. Except today, of all days, Isaac couldn’t take his eyes off of Miria. They’d been together for dozens of years, maybe even hundreds! But he couldn’t remember her ever looking as lovely as she now did in those overall with that floppy hat on her head. As he stared, she came to notice his gaze and blinked owlishly at him, her eyes widening further as he continued to stare. “Hey, what is it Isaac? Are you okay? You look upset.” Isaac didn’t feel upset, but he could understand why he would look it. Something horrible had just occurred to him. “It’s nothing, Miria my dear,” he responded coolly, tearing his eyes away from her to look out at the city. “I’ve just thought of something, that’s all.” He could hear her growing excited. She always loved it when he thought of things. “Oh?? What is it? Tell me!” The excitement bubbled over into her voice. Isaac smiled and looked at her once more. “In all these years, we’ve never once done what a couple should do.” This seemed to stump her. A look of confusion passed over her face and she tilted her head to the side as she blinked at him. “Huh? What’s that?” He could have explained to her. But it just seemed simpler to do it and get it over with. Deftly, Isaac grabbed her hand. Miria laughed and didn’t resist as he pulled her closer, his other arm wrapping behind her back. This was something they did all the time, they had never been afraid of touching each other. But this time, he didn’t stop pulling her in until their lips had met. Her eyes widened for a moment before sliding closed. The kiss only lasted briefly and when Isaac pulled away, Miria was giggling. “You’re right, Isaac! We hadn’t done that before!” Her hand was still in his and she squeezed it as she looked away, focusing on walking down the sidewalk. “We should do it again sometime, though.”

[rollingantares]

Oh, yeah, here are some kitten pictures I took like... a month ago and never actually posted. 

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Requested by: morriganfaye Fandom: Axis Powers: Hetalia Characters: Hungary (Elizaveta Hedervary), Russia (Ivan Braginski) Notes: I'm... I'm so sorry, Bri. This is probably awful. XD;; Forgive me. OTL

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It had been a long meeting. Then again, Elizaveta was starting to feel like every meeting was a long one nowadays. She spent most of her time during the meeting trying to pretend she wasn’t there and then was surprised when nothing she wanted to accomplish got done. It was infuriating and taxing and… God, she needed a drink. It had become a habit of hers to go to the nearest bar immediately following a world meeting for a few beers. Beer helped to calm her mind, ease her muscles, and make her feel less like murdering things. That was a very good thing, seeing as murdering had become something of a taboo – even more so in recent years. Elizaveta barely paid any attention as she sat down on the first stool she reached, raising a hand to catch the bartender’s attention and order herself a drink. It wasn’t until a familiar voice spoke up next to her that she realized she had sat next to another nation. "I didn’t expect to see you here." Damn. She knew that child-like voice and she didn’t like hearing it at a time when she was trying to wind down. "I should have expected to see you here though," she replied dryly, turning to look at Ivan. "I see you’ve started without me," she continued with a snort, noting the empty glass in front of the Russian. "What can I say?" he responded easily. "I’m very good at drinking."

Elizaveta really didn’t like the idea of moving after finally getting herself somewhere comfortable, so she decided to bear with the company that she hadn’t wanted or expected. It wasn’t as bad as it could have been, though. After the first drink, she barely even noticed Ivan’s presence, as he seemed intent on drinking silently as much as she was. It was three drinks in that she began to talk to him, recalling old times, rehashing battles she had won and lost. Ivan listened amiably and only piped up occasionally. She berated him for past wrongs at one point, but that was nearly half a dozen drinks in and she was sure even at the time that she might not remember it in the morning.

Through it all, Ivan was calm and seemed nothing more than happy to be sharing someone else’s company. ‘Maybe,’ Elizaveta thought idly as she leaned her head against his shoulder, trying not to fall off of her stool, and noticing the warmth of his head coming to rest on hers, ‘Maybe he isn’t as bad as I remember.’

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Requested by: morriganfaye Fandom: Naruto Characters: Tsunade, Jiraiya Notes: OH MY GOSH, I'M BACK YOU GUUUYS. Sorry I've been away so long. I was just having a really hard time writing things for a while there. With that said, I'm going to try my best to start cranking these out - at least one a day from now on!! Bri~~ Here's your JirTsu. It's supposed to be younger thems. 8D I hope you like it~

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Honestly, Tsunade had never thought she would see Jiraiya looking so glum, but there he was, seating with his back to a tree, staring off into space as if space itself had wronged him deeply. For a moment, Tsunade considered just walking right by him, pretending like she hadn’t even noticed. But she couldn’t really bring herself to do that. It was… disheartening to see Jiraiya the way he was. Instead, Tsunade sat down next to him quietly and watched as he slowly shifted his gaze to her. "What?" he asked after a moment. "You don’t have to talk to me. I know you don’t like to." For some reason, the words stung and Tsunade puffed up a little in indignation. "I never said that! You’re just detestable most of the time." She trailed off slowly and frowned. "Why are you being so gloomy anyway? You look ridiculous." The words were harsh, but she knew that her concern was seeping into her voice. Jiraiya only responded with a shrug, though. "Sometimes everything’s pointless," he commented idly. "I just don’t like when I realize it." That wasn’t right. Everything wasn’t pointless and Tsunade knew it. And she knew that Jiraiya knew it too. She just didn’t know how to force him to admit it. "You don’t believe that," she finally replied softly. "Otherwise you would have given up. On everything." Another shrug. The apathetic nature of Jiraiya’s current responses were starting to get on Tsunade’s nerves. "Fine," she continued. "Be that way. But if it was all pointless would I even be sitting here talking to you?" For a moment longer, Jiraiya was silent. Then, he glanced at her thoughtfully. "Why are you talking to me anyway?" Tsunade felt her face heating up quickly. "I was worried about you, idiot! You’ve never looked this upset! Ever!" She could see a slow grin spreading across his face at her words. "You’re worried about me?" he asked, a hint of his usual self-confidence seeping back into his tone. "Not anymore!" Tsunade punched his shoulder, hard, causing the boy to yell out and rub at the now sore spot. "Stop being such a lump. I’m sure you’ve got plenty of work to be doing." With that, Tsunade stood up, ready to walk away. She hesitated, though, and turned back after a moment. Leaning down, she planted a quick kiss on Jiraiya’s cheek. "Feel better," she mumbled before turning to storm away in a huff. Jiraiya stared after her, rubbing his cheek and grinning.