#silentstarlight

(New idea.) What if Cid indulged his favorites in different ways? Somehow Seifer had a triple with Raijin and Fujin, and the other room closest to Squall's is unoccupied.

Written by silentstarlight

Synopsis: Rinoa, Quistis, and Selphie go out for an evening of fun. Light and fluffy.

Genre(s): Humor/Friendship

Featured Character(s): Rinoa Heartilly, Quistis Trepe & Selphie Tilmitt

Current Word Count: 2,195

Rating: K+

Status: Complete

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Wouldn't it be funny/weird if the idea for the sorceress/knight thing in FF8 was inspired by the Wheel of Time books?

Do you even have a cat or was your child playing outside in a sandbox? How does this happen and how can I avoid it?

We do at least have one! In this case it was totally avoidable, I just...kind of had a mom fail. But two important parts of the story: babies LOVE to eat dirt (as you are probably learning, since your LO is probably old enough to be at the “I’m going to put EVERYTHING IN MY MOUTH IN SIGHT stage, unless I have my sense of time seriously, er, kompressed), and two, we have this swingset for our 3 year old, and I filled in the space under the slide platform with topsoil with the intention of planting something there last year, and then I never did. 

So that said, when I took Sebastian outside today because the weather was beautiful and I wanted to take some pictures of him, I just got tired of chasing him out of the dirt under the swingset, and figured, whatever, eating a little dirt won’t hurt him, and let him play in it while I took a few pictures. Then when I picked him up, I smelled it. And realized that my cat must have been using it as an outdoor litter box. 

Written by silentstarlight

Synopsis: Rinoa and Selphie go on a quest to find Squall the perfect birthday present. Will they find something in time?

Genre(s): Humor

Featured Character(s): Rinoa Heartilly, Selphie Tilmitt & Squall Leonhart

Current Word Count: 7,525

Rating: K+

Status: Complete

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And even now I know that red hair is naturally occurring but it still looks unreal to me. Bright reddish orange hair looks punk to me.

We’re such strange critters. 

Well, actually we’re not the only creatures on earth who judge others unfairly based on their looks. Recently read a thing about cats and how they show preference to other cats of certain patterns. I’ve found that to be true in my own multi-cat household. Without fail, cats with stripes/tabby/tiger patterns are generally more respected and better treated by their peers than cats with solid colors or patches, and cats who have such stripes are more “racist” than other cats. Long-furred cats are treated poorly compared to shorthairs. Our long-furred black cat and our calico are the most picked-on cats in our group. Of course, some of it may be personality, too. Both the calico and the floofy cinder cat are tetchy ladies, but I think that’s because they’re treated badly, not because they’re just that way. They AREN’T that way with the cats who DON’T pick on them, so...

[✾] — At long last, Saitou was back among the Shinsengumi. Between leaving for six months to spy on Itou and then being sent away to guard over Miura at Tenma Inn, it felt nearly alien to be back. Living and breathing among the comrades he respected above all others. 

However, apart from the captains, Saitou could not deny that there was a barrier between himself and his compatriots. Icy stares and scathing words were hurled upon his back. Coward. Traitor. Liar. Saitou carried them, their weight harsh upon his shoulders, but he would not allow them to bow his spine. He had done this for the sake of the Shinsengumi. Their own sense of loyalty created this mistrust and perhaps, in some cases, hatred between them and himself. He accepted the price willingly.

And so, Saitou turned away from the common room. Within, many of the members from his own division were drinking along with the other men. Bright light suffused rice paper with avid shadows, moving in rhythm with their voices. Laughter, companionship. Saitou’s gaze flicked towards the building then shifted away. His breath whispered in front of his lips, white and faint and solitary.

Although the air was frigid, Saitou was glad to be outside, breathing freely. No longer wearing any pretense, surrounded by the souls he would die for without hesitation. Even if he was still holding himself apart, he felt his burdens starting to ease beneath the tranquil air of home. 

Saitou stopped on a soft patch of grass, lifting his gaze skyward. A cloudless expanse of inky darkness pitched without end far above. Stars blossomed brightly against the depths, radiating with pure white light. Saitou scanned the heavens, his sense of self disappearing as he focused on that distant purity. 

That could be... I really don’t understand this filter. Just let us enjoy flower crowns on our favorite characters, tumblr!!