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LEAVE A 🌺 IN MY INBOX TO GIVE MY MUSE A FLOWER | accepting. 

@tacticalgunner​​ said:

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“Why are you giving me these?”   Despite her unappreciative tone, 2B did take the pretty little blossoms.  

 They weren’t particularly useful once they were plucked from the ground but maybe she could show them to 6O.   She had such a fondness for flowers and nature in general.  

[livelyfellow]

@tacticalgunner​ //  he tosses confetti all over zell as an indication that he remembered --. ... definitely not the case, he's only following what everyone else is doing and wordlessly does he continue to toss glitter and confetti all over him. " Sorry, Zell. Uncle Laguna's fresh out of presents, but happy birthday. "

Zell’s just gonna smile and nod while he’s dusted with confetti. And glitter. God, there’s so much glitter. If there’s anything Zell hates most in this world, it’s glitter. It just gets in places it should never get. He’ll be dusting himself off for weeks, but he tries his best to put on a brave face-- shaking his head so the confetti falls out. 

He’s trying to be polite, Mr. President -- Zell’s just having trouble finding a gracious answer because he’s stuck on whether or not it’s creepy or weird to call Squall’s dad ‘Uncle.’ 

“Thanks, uh-- Mr. Laguna. Sir. Mr. Sir-- I mean, Mister Uncle Lag---thank you.” 

[griefandpunishment]

@tacticalgunner​ liked for a starter!

Meetings like this, regardless of the content, always had an element of droll. Squall wasn’t a meeting person and likely never would be-- words were not his strong suit, unlike the man sitting opposite himself.

As the meeting concluded, Squall stood, neatly storing his notes and sliding out of the crisp-white chair. The other meeting members were leaving in groups, leaving him and Laguna last. 

As he stood and turned, he felt a gaze lingering on his back, one that seemed to follow him every time he had to come to Esthar for these meetings, one he’d ignored until now. Perhaps it was better left alone, but he was tired of leaving questions unanswered.

“Why do you look at me like that?”

[youngrevolutionary]

tacticalgunner replied to your photoset: I’ve always wondered if this was eluding to Seifer...

seifer are you an animal abuser, don’t throw rocks at cats and dont smack dogs

“I didn’t smack the mutt. I gave it fair warning, but it didn’t listen. So, I kicked at it. Didn’t hurt it. Nasty mongrels need to learn t’ stay the hell away...” 

[licnheartcd]

In truth, Squall had been avoiding this visit for a little while. Not just because he - and the others - had been recovering and rebuilding after the Sorceress’ war, but because he wasn’t exactly looking forward to this conversation.

This man was his father. His biological father. The man that annoyed Squall almost every single time Ellone sent him back into his past. Ellone’s adoptive Guardian, The President of Esthar...it was so much to take in. Obviously he knew he had a biological father somewhere, but for that man to be Laguna Loire? Squall wasn’t sure what to think about it.

But Raine? Raine he admired. Her strength, her courage, her kindness - that was his mother. His mother that Squall only knew through flashbacks as well as from stories Ellone had told him but he had long forgotten -until now - due to the price paid for the use of the Guardian Forces. He wished she was still alive and that he could meet her in person like he was able to meet Laguna...

Of course he admired Laguna in some ways, as well, such as his determination to protect Ellone and his city - not to mention the world. But damn, did that guy irk him sometimes. Still though, he was his father and eventually they would need to talk about it and hell, Laguna also hadn’t known either until recently.

(...I wonder what he thinks of me. Was he disappointed when he found out?)

It was one of the many questions Squall wanted to ask, but not one of the important ones. Regardless, this meeting couldn’t be avoided for much longer and he knew that. As much as he wanted to try but he also had Rinoa encouraging him to go - to get it done with otherwise it would continue to eat at him and she was right. In the end, avoiding it wouldn’t help anything despite what he wanted to believe.

She even offered to be at his side, but Squall decided it was something he should do on his own, thus the reason he was alone when arriving at the large city. A city that still amazed him to this day, especially with it’s ability to be hidden away.

He took his time finding the Presidential Palace where Laguna would be waiting for him and it didn’t take long to spot Laguna the moment he walked in. Was he nervous about this, too? Was he dreading it?

(Will this...change anything?)

“...Hey.” The SeeD greeted, his tone unenthusiastic just as it usually was. He didn’t know what else to say or where to even start so hopefully Laguna would take it from here. He was better at talking, anyway.

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tacticalgunner replied to your post: It appears I have missed the day to let my… libido...

its not like you cant fuck when its monday

“Language.”

[rocketbcss]

Stares down the buffoon. 

[rosegeneral]

❝ Did…you just leave your clothes on the kitchen floor…? ❞ ... needless to say, he's seen a naked woman before but he's turned away and covering his eyes just in case. common decency, all that great junk ...

sentence starters | spider-man (ps4)

                 “   Blood.   ”  It’s an easy word that tumbles from her mouth, casual and carefree with an simple note of expectation that he understands her the moment she says it.  Bare toes nudge at the sordid armor, revealing stains of entrails and grotesque markings – bandersnatches and behemoths were things never to trifle with and yet… For what it’s worth, she is not completely without modest nature, the generous swells of her covered by a cloth she found rummaging around in an attempt of decency.   And she finds it nice to feel the softness of her hair curl around her shoulders for a change, head tilting back in forth earlier in marvel. Now  ?  It’s just a matter of cleaning up, soaking the wretched garments, and hoping to scrub off the carmine stained boot prints marring the floor before anyone else notices.   

She grimaces down at the sight.   

 “   I doubt you would have preferred me to stay in those clothes reeking of decay.   I’ll be cleaning them up shortly, however, and if you wouldn’t … Are – are you covering your eyes  ?    "   A step forward and she does not endeavor to turn his gaze to her, though her brow furrows and she stifles annoyance curbing in her throat.    “   Do tell me you’re not embarrassed. You’re a  g r o w n  man, surely this sight doesn’t bother you.  Along with that, I would appreciate your assistance in helping me clean these but now I’m afraid you’re going to walk into something.  ”