Stupid Sexy Mr.Fatooey.🐺

“Yep! Of course you do. And why wouldn’t you? I’m a fucking delight to be around.” Sera grabbed his elbow and leaned her pretty face against his arm, grinning up to him. “Without me your days would be so booooring. It’s alright, you can admit it. Nobody else would hear it..” She winked.

"Stop calling me V—woah!" He did not expect her to be so forward as he was forced to go in the same direction... probably the overflowing energy. "You're not even asking me if I'm done with work for the day or not..!" He was. He was always done at the same time. Every single day.

The cavalry captain hummed softly to himself as he looked over the glass of wine in his hand. Gently twirling the maroon liquid around as he took in the chatter of the bar. Various faces he recognizes little by little as the night goes on and his alcohol levels rise. But his attention soon turns to the one who comes up beside him. He’s seen him in the church. The Fatui were not a welcomed sight but everyone deserves a drink once in a while.

Given the roguish energy around this man, he opted to ignore him, addressing instead Stanley at the counter with the Fatui's signature good attitude.

Liev walked silently toward the other agent, two plates of food perfectly balanced on his arm. Unless Liev got a last minute assignement, things should be done for that day. Being flagged by their cook to bring the blonde's portion hadn't been in the thief's plans, but he complied regardless.

Viktor went through his pockets to give some moras as tips - he was unsure if Liev would accept, but he'd rather be polite about it. He always paid fairly this kind of service to the Traveler, so why not to a pyro agent?

Rugged fingers are working the wood while sitting down in the shade, the bits underneath his boots showing he has been at it for a while, the animal head looking mostly complete as he works on carving the body with a knife, focused on his task.

The diplomat's response and body language might sound dismissive, but he simply figured like most pyro agents, this one (what was his name again? meh.) would be the same and not care about talking.

Hair: Yearning

Ear: "I want you to hear me out."

Nose: "You're so cute."

Cheek: "I want to tell you I love you."/Deep affection/Devotion

Neck: Dislike/Hate/Disdain

Shoulder: Worry/Concern for other/Fear

Waist: Possessiveness/"You are mine."

Over the heart: "I love you."

Butt: Sexual attractiveness/lust

Hip: Interest

Back: Wanting to kill/will betray you one day

Stomach: Fun!/Silliness/"Wanna go cause some trouble?"

Forearm: Indifference/Don't particularly care for

Biceps: Aggravation/Irritation/"You are an idiot."

Fingers: Friendship/amicable

Wrist: Fear of losing you

Knee: "Don't worry, I'm here for you."

Chin: Beauty/attractiveness

Thigh: Sympathy/empathy

Calves: "I will cause you pain."

I’m finding it difficult to find memes for nonverbal characters ( be they mute, or just not fond of talking ) so I thought I’d make a few!

Neutral

☝️ Tap my muse on the shoulder

👉 Point to something for my muse to see

🤙 Bump into my muse

😊 Sit down next to my muse

🤨 Sit down across from my muse

📓 Push/Slide [an object] across a table to my muse

✍️ Pass my muse a note

🙄 Roll their eyes at my muse

🚪 Tap on a table/door/wall/chair to get my muse’s attention without speaking

Aggressive

🐺 Growl at my muse

😬 Snarl/show teeth at my muse

😠 Death Glare at my muse

🙌 Push/Shove my muse

👊 Punch my muse

👖 Kick my muse in the shin

👠 Stomp on my muse’s foot

😵 Knee my muse in the gut

💀 Knee my muse in the groin

🔪 Point a weapon at my muse

🖕 Flip my muse the bird/a similar gesture

👔 Roughly pull my muse down by the collar

💢 Bang on a door/wall/table to get my muse’s attention- angrily

Angst

👩‍⚕️ Put pressure on my muse’s wound

🌡 Push my muse down to give them medical attention

🥣 Bring my muse soup/medicine when they are sick

🤢 Hold my muse’s hair back/Rub my muse’s back while they are sick/throwing up

👐 Hold my muse when they are badly wounded/dying

👁 Wake my muse up during a nightmare

🐱 Hold my muse after a nightmare

😭 Hold my muse when they are crying

😢Touch my muse’s shoulder while they are crying in secret

💧 Wipe away my muse’s tears

💥 Try to calm my muse during an overwhelming emotional moment

⛈ Find my muse after some kind of trauma

Soft

👕 Tug on my muse’s sleeve/shirt/skirt

🐈 Lean against my muse’s side

🤝 Hold my muse’s hand

🤗 Pull my muse into a hug

🐕 Rest their head on my muse’s shoulder/knee

🐶 Nuzzle my muse with their nose [specify a location]

✋ Touch the back of my muse’s hand

🤝 Reach for my muse’s hand to hold it

👗 Fix/Straighten my muse’s clothes

😴 Stand by the bed to see if my muse will let you under the covers with them

🛌 Crawl under the covers with my muse

🥪 Set a plate/tray/bowl of food down for my muse

😚 Kiss my muse on the cheek

Playful

🌸 Put a flower in my muse’s hair

✨ Playfully shove my muse’s shoulder

💃 Pull my muse onto a dance floor/up to dance

🤞 Come up beside them and tap the shoulder opposite where they’re standing

😈 Jump out of the shadows to scare/startle my muse

😛 Stick their tongue out at my muse

😱 Make a silly face at my muse

🤭 Tickle my muse

👃 Poke my muse’s nose

💪 Pick my muse up

Sensual/Sexual

💘 Pull my muse in for a rough kiss

💕 Pull my muse in for a tender kiss

💞 Pull my muse in for a messy/desperate kiss

💖 Lean in to give my muse a sweet/chaste kiss

❤️ Lean in to give my muse a tender kiss

🔥 Pull my muse down by the collar/by their clothes - in a sexy way

😉 Pull my muse in by the hips

😲 Smack my muse’s butt

💋 Kiss my muse’s neck

👌 Push my muse down and give them a massage

👙 Pull [an article of clothing] off my muse

👀 Push my muse down on the bed

@otverzhennyy​ asked:

❰❰ SAVE ❱❱ sender saves receiver’s life

Things were never big or dramatic with them. From their small glances shared during the day to the shared drinks during selected nights, Huffman had grown use to sharing more moments of his life with the Fatui diplomat than others. As such, it was always the small things that mattered the most and this time it was no different.

Sometimes it was a matter of extending a hand that could save a life. A simple grasp of the other’s waist, to help them steady themselves, or a grabbing of the arm that was so simple…but could prevent an injury or death. So when Huffman felt an arm around his waist and the weight of the box falling out of his hands it left him bewildered as the two of them just simply fell back against the hard floor at the top of the long decent of stairs down to the center of the city.

Huffman was catching his breath as he still processing what had just transpired. They were at the top of the plaza and Viktor had saved him from a tumble down the long staircase of the plaza…what a way to go if he had actually fallen all the way down to the Goth Hotel. Okay that was a bit of an exaggeration but…

Hand gripped Viktor’s coat before he buried his head against the other’s chest. Shit.

❝ …Danke Sehr… ❞He managed to breathe out those words before he fully pressed his whole body weight against the other. He didn’t want to get up. He didn’t want to walk down those stairs and risk slipping again. What an irrational fear that he was going to have a moment of poor footing again. And more importantly, he didn’t want to have to pick up all the medical supplies he had just wasted. Ah. It meant this was going to be another long week.

Huffman groaned as he pushed back his hair. This was going to be a pain…wait.

The knight sat up. Hands slipped around, checking for any injuries on the other as he finally was getting his senses back from the onslaught of thoughts roaming around his head.

The Fatuus always found it so endearing stupid how much overtime Huffman seemed to be doing, still working and carrying stuff when Viktor himself was done and walking towards the hotel... when tragedy striked.

It was instinct. Didn't even think about how embarrassing the situation could be. Instinct flared up as Viktor launched himself at the knight, only barely grabbing onto his arm, but just enough to yank him towards him. His survivalist instincts kicked in, like holding onto a companion about to fall off a snowy cliff. Viktor did not have a single thought for the merchandise, throwing his weight backwards. He hoped he could keep his balance and have it the least awkward possible... he did not.

The thing is he could have let Huffman fall to the ground. The guy was, after all, dressed in armor. He, on the other hand, was in thick yet still only clothings. It was Viktor's hesitation that was his doom, taking not only the fall of his own weight, but holding the knight at an odd angle which had him take the blunt in the stomach.

The blond died (metaphorically) on the spot. White flashed before his eyes by the incredible pain, and his body was paralyzed from the shock of it all, wincing too as he gasped to even reply to Huffman's plead.

“...” He’s going to let slide the fact that Huffman reminded him that he found him handsome. But this is definitely going in his happy thoughts bank―he’s silently really happy about this.

“Tsk―Don’t say things like this or I might just think there’s some truth to it and I won’t get it out of my head..!” He bumped into the knight’s side to make him stagger and some. Just the very idea―the implications of why Huffman would come up with a scenario like that ?!

It took a few moments before Viktor mustered the courage to say something direct, for once.

“… I enjoy it too… I wouldn’t need anyone else.”

He cleared his throat, like he had just gotten out a cough.

Huffman smiled almost sheepishly at such a confession. Ah, how cute. And with that and a chuckle, Huffman stood back up. Clothes were adjusted as he went back to his ever presentable self and gently nudged Viktor’s shoulder.

❝ Alright, alright. I’ll stop teasing you even if seeing you flustered is adorable. ❞

He had half the notion to lean in and kiss the little Fatui as he placed a hand on Viktor’s shoulder to move past him. A small pat as he turned his head back.

He's been had. Caught and pinned down. Trapped. Even more powerfully than if it was physical: emotionally. It is the way they act like two close people, before a move like this threatens to slaughter the ambiguity between them.

Viktor is so used to being the one hiding it all under a guise of taunting. When it is Huffman doing it so straightforwardly, when he is so often serious... it is killing him to keep it together.