a woman in a military uniform says i am a decorated officer leader of house kiramman ALT: a woman in a military uniform says i am a decorated officer leader of house kiramman

“ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴀ ᴅᴇᴄᴏʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴏғғɪᴄᴇʀ, ʟᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴏғ ʜᴏᴜsᴇ ᴋɪʀᴀᴍᴍᴀɴ. ᴀᴅᴅʀᴇss ᴍᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʀᴇsᴘᴇᴄᴛ ᴏʀ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ sʜᴜᴛ”

~ ᴄᴀɪᴛʟʏɴ ᴋɪʀᴀᴍᴍᴀɴ
~ ᴀʀᴄᴀɴᴇ ᴠᴇʀsᴇ
~ ʟᴇsʙɪᴀɴ
~ sʜɪᴘs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴄʜᴇᴍɪsᴛʀʏ
~ ᴄʀᴏssᴏᴠᴇʀ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅʟʏ

ʀᴇᴘᴏsᴛs ᴀɴᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇs ᴀʀᴇ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ

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[[ Steb struggling already mute but feeling extra nonverbal & doesn’t know how to communicate it. ]]

[[ written words, sign, even thinking words is just too much, shutting down, withdrawing, focusing on something physical & mindless. That’s it, that’s all. ]]

Opening the door to the shop, propping it open to sweep more dirt & dust outside when he hears a strange little click.

Looking up to blink at a colorful... oddly familiar contraption about the size of his fist.

Volunteering at the little music shop he liked before.

He saw a 'help needed' sign & thought he'd keep himself busy for a few days.

Dressed in the shop's signature cozy attire & soft brown half apron with a name tag, broom in hand, he's chasing the dirt out after fixing a damaged ceiling panel.

ᵗⁱⁿʸ ᵐᵘᶠᶠˡᵉᵈ ᵍʳᵒʷˡ.

Pinned little elfin ears.

Tugging his blanket back up over his head.

-bristled in warning. Clearly he’s not up for much right then, body riddled with aches & pains, food & water about as appetizing as cardboard. His lower back twisted into a knot, limbs & feet cramping, even his gums & eyes ache.

The Vastaya is feeling quite mean today, do mind your step.

Bleary eyed, hair a mess, twisted up at all odd angles in his bed, all his curtains drawn to drown the usually bright & open loft apartment in pitch dark, he’s hidden away for the day.

PTO taken, little inhuman growls given at any slight disturbance imagined or not, any sharp edges he has lifted—

@tragictricks.bsky.social

Dubious lil side eye over a mug, one ear giving a few flicks.

[ Bleary ] little red eyed blink.

Ears & frills [ up. ]

ᴴᵉ ˢᵉⁿˢᵉˢ ᵃ ᵈⁱˢᵗᵘʳᵇᵃⁿᶜᵉ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵒʳᶜᵉ.

꩜⠀ · ·⠀ @ataraxii.bsky.social.

Wearing a lighter ensemble than usual, something casual, squatting down in the park while eyeing a certain blue-grey speckled pup with mild exasperation.

The pup, dubbed 'Odysseus' when not being referred to in his head as 'tyrant' has decided he doesn't like his harness, splayed out in the grass.

-their ankles to beckon them back into the water, sand rising higher & higher.

Whether allowed to touch or not, he [ stays. ] Arm loose & slightly open, palms up. Waiting as long as it needs.

Gently drawing its attention back to him each time it drifts to reassure he’s here, he’s [ real. ]

-holds its hands there if he’s allowed, easily pushed away if not, sliding hands up to cover the smaller ones.

Reminding Jinx not to listen to an unkind voice, to look at him instead. Him with his steady, solid & real presence.

Unmoving as waves reach to sweep over their feet & playfully tug at—

Steb watches it steadily, studying.

Seeing symptoms he recognizes & filing it away before he’s moving a little closer. Careful, hands up in reassurance, reaching for Jinx’s wrists again.

Weaving to keep his eyes aligned with its, trying to hold its gaze as he guides hands up over its ears.

He—