#multimusehideout

[thygoodluckcharm-a]

(From Qrow - dustyqrowofmisfortune) He knows it's his Cowboy's birthday but grand gestures just weren't his thing so he did the best thing he could. Out on the porch are two set-ups with food from their favorite little place in town and a small box. Qrow is a bit fidgety as Clover opens it to reveal what looks to be a re-make of his badge but in the middle of the clover is a small image of a crow. "Happy Birthday Cowboy."

@dustyqrowofmisfortune

It had been a mostly quiet day, spent training and making a run into town to get a few things partly for himself but mostly for Qrow and Tai too. Sure it had been his birthday but that didn’t mean he was gonna splurge in over abundance on himself. Of course it was late by the time that he’d gotten back. The sun beginning its decent further behind the horizon and into the trees as he made his way back to the house.

He’d just managed to get the last of everything put away when he heard Qrow enter into the kitchen behind him. Glancing up and seeing the other point back outside over his shoulder Clover just gave a nod and followed. Although he hadn’t expected anything really extravagant, this was far more than he could have asked for on his birthday.

Taking a seat on the edge of the porch Clover took the box that was waiting for him in hand and opened it. Seeing the pin that had been much like the one he’d let Qrow hold onto only this one had the silliouette of a crow in the center. He stopped and stared at it for a long moment and as Qrow spoke he looked over. All he could do was smile like an idiot really. “Thank you Qrow. It’s amazing.”

[hopeandharmonizing]

*BUSTS DOWN YOUR DOOR MEME HE DON'T NEED NO STINKING MEME* Okay Ray, say down cause I'm gonna explain a thing. Briar A PLUS - Qrow A PLUS - RAY ALLL OF THE A PLUS. I luff j00 and just accept the love!!

I DIDNT

WEEPS. ILU DUSTY I love the dynamic of all our muses. I love reading all of yours!!! 

I accept as long as it means you’ll stay!!!!!!!!! ;w; 

[littleblackqrow]

"Depends. How badly do we want to fuck ourselves over?"

[boundariestcbreak]

@littleblackqrow​ @multimusehideout​

“Qrow, stop picking on my husband, thank you. We’re not at Beacon Academy anymore.”

[fyrephoenixcosplay-archived]

(From Hughes - ltcolonelfamilyman) 💍

@ltcolonelfamilyman

Send "💍" to see my muses reaction to yours proposing to them! 

Sure they’d been secretly together for quite a while, both under the understanding that they’d not be able to take things further due to their occupational positions so this was a complete shock and surprise to the Colonel. What was he doing? Why now of all times? This was not something he’d been expecting at all. How was he going to respond?

“I...Maes...wolf...”

[deviousdoctor]

@multimusehideout​ Cont. [x]

“Clearly an appropriate use of of our specialist’s time. Daring each other to kiss unsuspecting people going about their work,” As if he hadn’t been kissed on dares enough during his school and early military years. “Must be nice to have time to waste,”

[wingsofintxlligence]

(From Major Elric - thefullmetaledwardelric) “You did not just throw that pillow at me!”

“So what if I did?” She asked, attempting to keep a straight face. “What are you gonna do about it?” 

[lowlighthorizons]

(From Bright Eyes - thefullmetaledwardelric) ✤ - Moving/putting up their hair, showing off the back of their neck

Show a little skin | still accepting

Though Mustang had seen more than his fair share of long nights, often working well into them until exhaustion took over, mornings always had a special place in his heart. They had meant sunlit fields and rose gold on the horizon, waking up knowing he’d survived another night, new beginnings. 

Here in Ed’s tiny apartment, he had even more reasons to love the dawning of a new day. Waking up next to Ed is a luxury he never thought he would be able to afford himself until many years from now when the shape of their world had been made better. He relished the taste of his first coffee of the day, sharing it with Ed, and even on the most hectic of days, savoring a few minutes of their sanctuary before plunging headfirst into the workday. 

The days when Ed went to the range with Hawkeye remained one of Roy’s favorite things about the morning. From the bed, buttoning up his shirt or sipping his coffee, he watched while Ed meticulously pinned up his hair. It had gotten so long while Roy was gone, and much of their alone time involved Roy pushing his fingers into it. But there was a beauty in the way Ed lifted it off the back of his neck, baring skin, that reached Roy in the darkest corners of his desires. Some days, like today, he couldn’t resist anything about it - Ed’s hands, the spread of his shoulders, the line of his throat.

Roy stood up to close the distance between them, put his hands on Ed’s hips, his mouth on his neck. They had time, and he wanted to worship at this altar. 

Sometimes, mornings were about the simple things, after all.