BP-510

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Family/Platonic:

✩  Grooming, brushing, or tending to their hair.

✪  Rubbing their back after a stressful day or disappointment.

★  Cooking them their favorite meal and feeding them.

✬  Making them their favorite hot beverage.

☼  Cuddling on the sofa next to each other.

☀  Singing them to sleep.

☆  Getting them something they need before they ask for it. 

☄ Leaning your head on their shoulder while they talk.

✥ Play fighting!

❃  Mussing their hair or tugging at their clothes (a hat, sleeve, etc.)

Shipping/Romance:

♥  Laying by their side and watching them while they sleep with a fond smile.

♡  Kissing the corner of their eyes.

❥  Running your hand over their arm and gently pulling them close.

❤  Whispering sweet nothings in their ear. 

❦  Holding hands and nuzzling somewhere ambient and low-lit.

❣  Staring deep into their eyes with adoration.

ღ  Rubbing your leg against theirs under the table.

ℒ  Pulling them into a hall/alley to kiss them passionately.

￡ Brushing your hand over or gently squeezing their bum.

Ω Running a hand over their collar bone or décolleté.

Sexual/NSFW:

✖  Soft nips at the neck and shoulder line.

✗  Bathing, washing, or soaking together quietly after sex.

♦  Body worshipping their naked form, slowly.

✚  Painting honey dust, edible paint, or other soft brush strokes on their body.

✦  Giving a sensual massage.

♢ Straddling their lap and holding their face to yours for a deep kiss.

▲ Dressing them up in lingerie (or gear) with gentle attention.

▽ Running your hand between their thighs, and splitting their legs apart.

❄ YOUR MUSE THROWING A SNOWBALL AT MY MUSE 

“W-ah!” Phantom’s wing blades sprung upwards at the sensation of something cold and round plunking against her head. She whipped around in search of whoever had thrown the snowball, optics finally settling on a young girl - the only possible culprit in the area.

Hugging her arms to seal off any more cold from blowing up her jacket, she bit down on her lip as the officer had tilted her head in reaction,

“Uh - um… one moment, sorry,”

Holding up a finger as they seemed to processing something. Moon would nod as she assumed that meant to wait, the young girl turned her gaze to back to the scenery, not wanting to be rude for staring.

Oh no, did she interrupt her during a call? It seems her brain found all the reasons why an idea is bad after the fact. She would definetly need to apologize as her embarrassment started to squeeze at her chest. Breathing in and out a deep breath to even out her nerves, her gaze found its way down to the ground as snowflakes fell to join the white blanket under her feet. Now that it comes to mind, a snowball fight with a mecha would be both terrifying and completely awesome. Although, she’d suppose it wouldn’t be that fun for the robot since they don’t have to try when it came to games like like this. Pausing her thoughts, Moon looked back up to the giant officer as machinery hissed from pressure releasing while she crouched lower to the teen’s level.

Oh gosh, seeing a giant robot come down from standing tall made her heart beat faster, it was one of those sights she couldn’t get over, even with Soulflight. Her mouth parted open in awe as the officer’s eyes seemed to light up after speaking Korean,

“Would you mind repeating that, miss?”

Fidgeting with the fluffy collar of her jacket with one hand as the other kept around her waist,“ I, ahm- I asked if you could please help me.” She honestly tried to keep her volume even, but her instructor back at the military academy still gets on her case for not speaking clearly. If her face wasn’t reddened by the weather already, she would’ve turned pink on the spot right there.

“I’m lost and..” Wait, oh god- is she going to ask for her ID? It’s already suspicious a fifteen year old is just by themselves with no parent or guardian with them. She can’t risk being held at some center! It’s not like she can just get bailed out either, she doesn’t have any relations with anyone here.

No, it’s okay, don’t panic. Just ask for directions and we will probably be on our seperate ways.

Which sucks because a small part of her wanted to talk more to the BP officer– aaAAH FINISH THE SENTENCE.

Blinking her eyes, her gaze went back up to the officer as she snapped out of her thoughts, “Ah- I mean, I can’t find my way back to the hotel I was staying at. I also wanted to apologize for throwing a snowball at you, I didn’t mean for it to hit your head! I figured you wouldn’t be able to hear me over the weather and you’re just so tall!–” Putting her hands over her mouth before she chattered away, her wide eyes glanced about the suddenly interesting floor. Great now her heart was beating a mile a minute from going over worse-case scenarios and now she was even more stressed out. God, why did they send her on this mission, she just wants to be out of the cold and at home with some nice seaweed soup and a hot bowl of sticky rice.

I’ll just wing it with paying for a room if we get there.. Hopefully she doesn’t call me out if there’s not actually a hotel nearby.

Though the cold didn’t effect a brave like it might a human somehow Phantom could still feel the icy temperature getting under her plating. She felt like if she were out here any longer her cortex would freeze. As unlikely as that was to happen she still didn’t want to be out here much longer, she couldn’t imagine what a human must be feeling in this weather. This one’s jacket didn’t even look all that warm...

Leaning in closer Phantom listened to the other’s words, optics flickering in concern. This girl seemed so young... what was she doing out here, in the cold, and without any parents or guardians?

A thought passed through her mind and her wing blades involuntarily twitched. What if this girl was a runaway? Quickly she pulled up a list of missing children that might match her description, but still she matched none of them. Maybe Phantom was just getting ahead of herself?

Still, the sniper detective couldn’t help but worry. What if she had only just run away and that’s why she hadn’t shown up on any databases? What if her parents were worried sick? What if, actually, she running away from a bad home life? The possibilities were worrying and endless, but her smile never faltered. She didn’t want to risk scaring her off. 

“Your hotel...” Phantom trailed off before standing up, taking a few steps towards the street and changing into her armored police truck form. The pink truck’s door opened a moment later.

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Angry

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

“Fuck this.”

“Get the fuck out of here.”

“Who the fuck are you?”

“Fuck that!”

“I fucking hate him/her/them/you.”

“Fuck. FUCK. FUUUUCK!”

“Shut the fuck up.“

“Get your fucking act together.”

“Keep your shitty nose out of my fucking business.”

“Leave me alone, or I’ll fuck you up.”

“Get your fucking hands off of me!”

“Stay the fuck away from me.”

“Who stole my fucking shit?!”

“Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to?”

“You wanna fucking go, punk?”

“Get the fuck over it.”

“Where the fuck have you been?”

“What the fuck do you want from me?”

Sad

“Fuck life.” 

“No, I’m not fucking over it.”

“Why the fuck did he/she/they have to go and die?”

“What the fuck am I supposed to do now?”

“Why did things have to go so fucking wrong?”

“I’m gonna eat fifty fucking cartons of ice cream and then pass out and die like a warrior.”

“Try to fucking stop me from leaving my room. It’s not gonna happen.”

“The love of my life just decided that I was worth fucking nothing.”

“I fucking miss him/her/them.”

“Who the fuck cares?”

“All of this fucking shit was for nothing.”

“I fucked up my own life.”

“I can’t believe I did this fucking shit all over again.”

Insults

“Fuck you!”

“I fucked your mom last night.” 

“You’re a fucking asshole.”

“You just think you’re fucking hilarious, don’t you?” 

“Who the fuck died and made you king/queen/ruler?” 

“Go to fucking hell, you piece of shit!”

“Go fuck yourself.”

“Motherfucker!”

“Wow, that’s fucking small.”

“Get the fuck over yourself.”

Sexy

“Fuck me.”

“I don’t ‘make love’, I fuck.”

“I’d fuck you all night long.”

“You look like a fucking dog in heat.”

“You look so fucking hot right now.”

“Fuck–faster~”

“FUCK, I’m gonna come!”

“I’ll fuck you right here, right now.”

“Babe, fuck–not here.”

“You’re one cocky motherfucker. Let’s go back to my place.”

“I want to bend you over and fuck you until you can’t walk.”

“I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk.”

“F-fuck–please–~”

“I’d let you fuck me any day.”

“You better use a fucking condom.”

“Tell me what you want me to fucking do to you.”

“Do you want me to fuck you while everyone’s watching?”

“Fuck, it’s big.”

“Let’s make a fucking baby.”

Situations

“Give me a break. I’m in the fucking hospital.”

“How are YOU mad at ME when I’m the one who’s in FUCKING JAIL?”

“Help me set this fucking thing on fire.”

“I’m gonna need a fucking lawyer.”

“This is all YOUR fault, you dumb fuck.”

“It’s not MY fault we’re in fucking handcuffs.”

“Fuck, I’m so wasted.”

“What the fuck did we do last night?”

“Where the fuck am I?”

“Fuck. SHIT. There goes my car.”

“Wait–fuck. Isn’t that my house?”

“Fuck it. Might as well have fun, if we’re going to get caught.”

“Why the fuck do you have gasoline?”

“Where the fuck did that baby come from?!”

“It’s not a party until someone almost fucking dies.”

❄ YOUR MUSE THROWING A SNOWBALL AT MY MUSE 

“W-ah!” Phantom’s wing blades sprung upwards at the sensation of something cold and round plunking against her head. She whipped around in search of whoever had thrown the snowball, optics finally settling on a young girl - the only possible culprit in the area.

@sniperbrave

Following wherever the sidewalks lead her, Moon took in the sights that was Japan decades before her time.

 It felt both normal but also odd as she had never been outside of her home country until now. It was strange not being surrounded by cars that ran on magnetic technology and not seeing holograms on tall buildings flipping from ad to ad. On the other hand, it didn’t feel like she went back in time since all she saw of Japan was archaic tapes of the original Japanese Brave Police in action.

So in a sense, it felt like she simply left South Korea and was visiting Japan.

Of course, it wasn’t that simple. Being the partner test pilot with KBP-001 or Soulflight, the two were assigned to test the bleeding-edge of time-travel technology and record their findings. Things such as accuracy of target location and time, if there was any side-effects to both organic and non-organic subjects and so on so forth. Now should their signal for home base to reopen the portal back fail, Soulflight is equipped with a portable but less reliable form of the technology to make their own way back. If nothing else, at least they aren’t in a doomed world should both plans fail.

Now what wasn’t planned was how cold Japan is today. Sure- thinking back on their mission took her mind off the fact her hands were numb and her face was following suit, it only worked for so long. The fluffy aviator-style jacket did not offer proper warmth against the freezing temperatures and snow piling up everywhere she could see.

Unfortunately, Soulflight promised a very dear friend from this time period that he would meet up with them as soon as he could. Knowing how important this opportunity to see them is, she assured her partner she would be fine staying in Japan by herself. If he tried to bring her along, it would take far longer with needing to stop for breaks and refreshments, on top of the fact Moon isn’t trained to handle high speed flights. It would be far more efficient for him to go alone with how fast he could go without considering passengers.

I can handle myself just fine! Maybe there’s a cafe where I can get a warm drink..

The former part was becoming her own downfall as she realized that everything was in Japanese and she was supposed to rely on Soulflight for translation.

Great, I really thought this through– Na-na-nah, it’s worth it, who knows the next time he can have a chance like this? He deserves to meet others like him.

Her internal mulling was cut short as she heard heavy treads in the distance.. treads that didn’t sound like Soulflight’s. Was she in the part of Japan that the Brave Police resided..? A small bud of hope rose in her chest, maybe they could give her directions to somewhere to stay! That and.. admittedly, it would also be amazing to meet them in person.

Although she shouldn’t get too excited, Moon is supposed to be low-profile while she was here. If she got too involved with matters here, it might impact the outcome of events later on. Gosh time-travel reprecussions are confusing and she didn’t have the capacity to keep track of it all. Being acquainted with people here shouldn’t affect anything important, right? Yeah, Soulflight’s meeting with friends he’s met over the universal chat room- she figured making friends would be fine, probably..

Overthinking everything isn’t going to help her now, all it was doing was make her unsure and stressed. Staring down at the snow as it vibrated with the passing mecha’s steps, an idea popped into her head. Albeit, not a good one and this could get her into trouble but it was snowing and she needed a way to get their attention.

Well.. what’s a snowball gonna do versus thousands of pounds of metal. I’ll aim for their back or something.

Leaning down, the young teen scooped up plenty of fresh snow in her chilled hands, packing it into a proper snowball before she started running towards the giant silhouette. Squinting her eyes, Moon couldn’t quite make out details yet as they were clouded by the ongoing snow. Ignoring the pain of quickly breathing in and out freezing air as she sprinted, she finally slowed down when close enough to ready the frozen projectile and took aim straight at them.

Boy.. Moon had a stronger arm than she thought as the snowball whizzed up in the air and actually hit the giant mecha square on the back of their head.

Are you kidding me, the one time I get a headshot and it’s not even in a video game.

Getting colder wasn’t something she thought could happen but as the mecha turned around, revealing bright yellow optics that shined through the snowfall, her body decided to drop whatever meager heat she managed to work up.

“Hey now. What was that for?”

Somehow, in the midst of her rational thoughts yelling at her for chucking a snowball at a police officer, she felt thrilled? Like it was one of those bubbly feelings when you do something you know you’re not supposed to- like skipping the rest of a school day to hang with your friends and you’re just like holy shit I’m doing this but it’s fun as fuck. In reality, she should expect to get punished for throwing things at the local police force but hey, this was one way to get their attention because she doubted they would hear her above the increasing snowfall. Beforehand, it sounded like a fun and okay idea in her head– but too late to think about it now! Answer the officer!

Raising her hands up to wave, she smiled at the officer before taking in a deep breath, cupping her hands around her mouth to yell, “도와줄래!” (Could I have some help please!) Immediately she hugged herself as the cold seeped in the moment her jacket rode up from waving.

Hopefully they know what I mean, ahh..

Phantom tilted her head at the other’s words. That certainly wasn’t Japanese. Lucky for this gal she had run into one of the few members of the Brave Police who regularly carried more than one language suite on them at all times. 

“Uh - um... one moment, sorry,” She held up a finger, mentally flitting through her internal files until she found what she was looking for. That was Korean that she was speaking right? Phantom wasn’t entirely sure, but it couldn’t hurt to try something. 

Pulling up her Korean language suite she crouched down closer to the girl’s level, offering her a smile. Even if just moments before this stranger had chucked a snowball at her Phantom certainly wasn’t going to be rude.