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((we did it boys.))

((go read it on al’s blog NOW NOW NOW N))

gazcrow sparring smut fic when

((TEEHHEHEHE. oh anon……………))

((after consulting the higher powers this was the answer i received))

((please please please please please))

[ask-sgtcrow]

((you wanna talk canon?))

((if gang had twitter))

((disclaimer. these are for pure silliness purposes and they’re most definitely ooc))

((go give these guys some love now @ask-gaz @ask-staffsgt-sullivan @feiyunaskblog @sgt-fluffy @cpl-gator @ltc-skid ))

((if any fellow cool ask blogs want me to make some for their character lmk this is way too much fun :33 ))

[ask-sgtcrow]

((if gang had twitter))

((disclaimer. these are for pure silliness purposes and they’re most definitely ooc))

((go give these guys some love now @ask-gaz @ask-staffsgt-sullivan @feiyunaskblog @sgt-fluffy @cpl-gator @ltc-skid ))

((if any fellow cool ask blogs want me to make some for their character lmk this is way too much fun :33 ))

[ask-sgtcrow]

((you’re all fake. LOCK IN))

gazcrow sparring smut fic when

((TEEHHEHEHE. oh anon……………))

((after consulting the higher powers this was the answer i received))

((please please please please please))

[ask-sgtcrow]

I HAVE AN ANNOUNCEMENT LISTEN UP

i’m sorry for the inactivity guys but you better be prepared for a lot more of it because i’m taking a kind of break thing

i’m on holiday at the moment and i figured i might as well take my mind off of my blogs (as much as i love them) for the 2 weeks i’m supposed to be spending relaxing

this isn’t to say that i won’t be completely inactive until i get back at the end of july. i might post here and there if i ever get the motivation and/or the inspiration

right thank you!!! i’ll see ye around!!

on another note i was on a boat the other day and it was so fun but all i could think about was mer!gaz swimming in the water going by sighhhhhh i need him and hell why not mer!crow can get it too

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Toby wasn’t all too sure he believed in a higher authority. Since the moment he’d been born he’d been questioning the potential existence of some celestial power that could see the life laid out before him and tweak it to its liking.

Whenever he was stuck getting shot at or yelled at by superiors or protecting his younger siblings, he’d wondered if there was one thing he could blame for it all.

If there was one thing that guided his hand to rest on Kyle’s tail like it was instinct where it had curled into his side. That pushed him forward, deeper into each kiss shared between him and Kyle until Toby was breathing with each meaningful press of lips.

If there was one thing that had him feeling that everything in that moment in time, from the sand below them to the taste of Kyle, was right.

Or if maybe Toby had brought himself to this moment, fought to be here without realising.

The idea had him snickering softly when Kyle pulled away, the toying glint in his eyes undeniably soft, because never had he felt so flattered and been kissed so well that he’d questioned his spiritual beliefs all over again.

But still, there had to be an explanation for the buzz in chest every time he looked up to see Kyle looking at him as well, equally as sincere yet playful.

Toby caught the message hidden between Kyle’s words easily, his hand softly stroking over a fin as he went to answer.

“No… No we don’t. Not really. This is usually something for two humans who find each other beautiful.” His eyes were shining again as he recalled Kyle’s earlier words, confirming that this did indeed mean something.

‘Kind and beautiful’, Toby realises, is something he’d never been called before. And he liked it.

He loved the idea that someone had caught him behind the act he usually put up and loved that they loved it.

The hand he had holding Kyle’s jaw began to move slowly, his thumb running over his cheek again, fingers travelling down to brush over gills.

As the hold he had on Kyle’s tail graced another fin, Toby decided there didn’t need to be an explanation for this all.

If there was anything bizarre in the universe, finding a creature from myth that lived in the sea with the bottom half of a fish and the top half of a man was definitely it.

A higher authority wasn’t all that necessary in their space and time.

With both their gazes glued to each other, Toby managed to lean even closer, light sincerity in his movements as he tilted his head. “Do you mermaids do dates?” He smiled, another snicker on the tip of his tongue. “Or is it just singing sailors to their deaths that ye do?”

closed rp w/ @ask-gaz

very late MERMAY SPECIAL

Crow understood that a break was what he needed. It would do him some good to have time off, time to relax, as much as he refused to admit it.

But England, of all places. Out of everywhere his captain could have sent him to, Crow was to spend leave in England. He was almost worried he’d done something wrong for his captain to be filled with such spite but he was shipped off to the North Sea’s coastline before he could ask.

…The beach was nice though.

Begrudgingly, Crow had found a loose routine in the remote cabin he’d been given near the beach. It was walks with sand between his toes and late morning swims daily.

And the occasional adventure past the sand, where rocks threatened to damage the skin of his feet while he climbed them all for the sake of finding the quiet corners of the beach to properly sit and relax in, enjoy the sounds of waves washing up and… more waves splashing against the rocks.

He’d started to spend whole days in those closed off parts of the beach, next to tide pools and small caves on his own, tutting the occasional greeting to seagulls that decided to join him, blaming the feeling of being watched on them. When he’d return back to the cabin at the end of the day he’d always be covered in sand and more sunburn than the day before, but he didn’t mind.

That’s where he found the most trinkets, too. In his hideouts, every day he’d return for another day of lounging, he’d find things like shells and pretty rocks and sea glass he’d tell himself looked the same colour as his eyes, all left behind by the high tide, he’s sure. And he always pocketed them, knowing they’d look good in his assortment of collected items back on base.

And then a storm hit the coast. Crow knew it wasn’t too bad. He comfortably waited it out with a blanket over his shoulders and his sketchbook in hand.

Walking outside the next day made him realise that it actually was too bad, if how wrecked the beach had gotten was anything to go off of.

There was seaweed and even a few jellyfish thrown across the fields of sand, making the place look a right mess. And Crow got right to work cleaning it up. It was the least he could do to pay the beach back for its many gifts. And if he’d also gotten a little attached to the place over the last week or so, that was something only he got to know.

While he was letting a moon jellyfish slip from his hands back into the sea though, he heard a sudden commotion he didn’t expect to hear, something human with what he heard of a grunt.

His head snapped toward the sound, toward one of his ‘hideouts’, concern quickly building in his mind as he shot up onto his feet and another wince sounded from past the wall of rock.

About a million different worries ran through his brain as he made his way through the familiar path over. ‘Someone must have gotten caught in the storm’, ‘they have ta be hurt badly to be stuck there’, he told himself while effortlessly clambering into the hidden portion of the beach, eyes scanning the sand and water like the trained soldier he was.

[ask-sgtcrow]

gazcrow sparring smut fic when

((TEEHHEHEHE. oh anon……………))

((after consulting the higher powers this was the answer i received))

((please please please please please))

[ask-sgtcrow]

rumor has it that no one can keep the freak between you and gaz down💔

ask meme

absolutely fecking no one :) you’d have to be superhuman to keep gaz and i away from each other i’ve realised…

[ask-sgtcrow]

ask game

well sure what am i supposed to do? leave them outside?

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Toby let the sounds of waves crashing against the beach and seagulls screaming their goodnight calls melt away. The only sound he could truly focus on was Kyle’s quick breathing and the hums he let slip every now and then.

He focused on the feeling of Kyle’s lips against his, the taste of salt off a man who spent his life in the sea.

That warmth within Toby had grown to be stronger than that of the nearby campfire, and it just kept growing with every second that passed with their lips pressed together. And he focused on that too, how overwhelming it got while also feeling like he still hadn’t gotten enough.

Toby kept reaching, pulling the other in closer, savouring the sensation of a missing piece slipping into place in the form of lips and teeth clashing together.

The smell of burning would’ve went ignored if it wasn’t for Kyle pulling away, forcing Toby to sit up straighter, drag his attention back to the real world.

He looked back at the marshmallow in his hand in slight alarm, the thing pitch black and just about to catch on fire. “Fuck-“ Toby muttered under his breath when it did catch on fire, its charred edges serving as efficient fuel.

“You don’t fuckin’ say.” While poking what used to be a marshmallow into the sand to put it out, Toby still managed to roll his eyes in amusement, sensing Kyle’s urge to burst out laughing behind him.

He couldn’t find it in him to be properly irritated when he turned around to see dark brown eyes crinkled at the edges, fangs peeking out past a barely restrained chuckle, lips still coated in Toby’s saliva.

Toby found his breath catching once again in his throat, a sense of awe blooming in his chest when it seemed to hit him tenfold what Kyle was. Merman, disgustingly sappy for someone he’d just met, his sunken treasure.

Toby would’ve grimaced at his own thoughts if his infatuated brain wasn’t set on them. “Yeah yeah, go ahead and laugh, I know how hilarious this is,” he grunted while fishing the now cooled charred mess of a marshmallow out of the sand, waving it threateningly in front of Kyle’s face. “I will make you eat it though. Don’t try me… fish.”

Smirking, Toby finally tossed it half-heartedly at Kyle before settling suffocatingly close to him again. He pushed closer until the universe gave its approval.

“Now. Where were we?”

closed rp w/ @ask-gaz

very late MERMAY SPECIAL

Crow understood that a break was what he needed. It would do him some good to have time off, time to relax, as much as he refused to admit it.

But England, of all places. Out of everywhere his captain could have sent him to, Crow was to spend leave in England. He was almost worried he’d done something wrong for his captain to be filled with such spite but he was shipped off to the North Sea’s coastline before he could ask.

…The beach was nice though.

Begrudgingly, Crow had found a loose routine in the remote cabin he’d been given near the beach. It was walks with sand between his toes and late morning swims daily.

And the occasional adventure past the sand, where rocks threatened to damage the skin of his feet while he climbed them all for the sake of finding the quiet corners of the beach to properly sit and relax in, enjoy the sounds of waves washing up and… more waves splashing against the rocks.

He’d started to spend whole days in those closed off parts of the beach, next to tide pools and small caves on his own, tutting the occasional greeting to seagulls that decided to join him, blaming the feeling of being watched on them. When he’d return back to the cabin at the end of the day he’d always be covered in sand and more sunburn than the day before, but he didn’t mind.

That’s where he found the most trinkets, too. In his hideouts, every day he’d return for another day of lounging, he’d find things like shells and pretty rocks and sea glass he’d tell himself looked the same colour as his eyes, all left behind by the high tide, he’s sure. And he always pocketed them, knowing they’d look good in his assortment of collected items back on base.

And then a storm hit the coast. Crow knew it wasn’t too bad. He comfortably waited it out with a blanket over his shoulders and his sketchbook in hand.

Walking outside the next day made him realise that it actually was too bad, if how wrecked the beach had gotten was anything to go off of.

There was seaweed and even a few jellyfish thrown across the fields of sand, making the place look a right mess. And Crow got right to work cleaning it up. It was the least he could do to pay the beach back for its many gifts. And if he’d also gotten a little attached to the place over the last week or so, that was something only he got to know.

While he was letting a moon jellyfish slip from his hands back into the sea though, he heard a sudden commotion he didn’t expect to hear, something human with what he heard of a grunt.

His head snapped toward the sound, toward one of his ‘hideouts’, concern quickly building in his mind as he shot up onto his feet and another wince sounded from past the wall of rock.

About a million different worries ran through his brain as he made his way through the familiar path over. ‘Someone must have gotten caught in the storm’, ‘they have ta be hurt badly to be stuck there’, he told himself while effortlessly clambering into the hidden portion of the beach, eyes scanning the sand and water like the trained soldier he was.

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Send “Rumor has it...” And a rumor about my muse

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The problem is even when Crow gets bratty, Gaz is still nice to him :(((((

((it’s fine cuz gaz gets bratty all the time as well and crow’s nice to him. crow is just more often a brat:) but don’t go beating up just crow you guys!!))

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((LMAOO!!! i’m giggling!!!! hi anon me and al don’t know each other irl they just keep stalking me and bothering me with gazcrow propaganda 🙄 (joke joke i lob you al i lob gazcrow) ))

hi! you don't need to answer this at all, but are you and crow friends irl? or smth smth irl 😏?

(don't overthink the emoji, it's just my favorite one lol 😭)

anyways, for the rp: how long have you and crow been dating? i love the rls you guys have!

coincidentally, today marks our fifth month together. we’ve been dating since valentine’s ‘cuz toby’s romantic like that. 🥰

(HAAHAH no we’re not!!! we just like to rp)

[ask-sgtcrow]

perfect. we have the start of a really wicked thing here lads.

callsign twins………..

it's nice, not being the only crow. perhaps we should find a flock.

[ask-sgtcrow]

wouldn’t mind getting tossed around by you if ever offer you know. would be less… provoking than if i accepted another sparring offer from kyle

m’glad someone’s got the place taken care of. christ knows i’m not doing tha

I mean, what's stopping you from asking him to a friendly spar?

no such thing as a friendly spar when it’s with gaz, i’m afraid

sorry that’s a bit wild. howya lad? :)

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Toby’s gaze shot back to Kyle, mouth opening to whisper words he couldn’t quite find just yet. Not when his eyes caught onto those dark but shining ones of Kyle’s.

His hands fumbled where he was trying to poke and cook another marshmallow without looking at it, far too busy to offer the task anything more than touch and feel.

Busy noticing how Kyle moved, literally leaning closer to Toby, almost drawn in by him, how his ears and tail and gills twitched anytime Toby spoke, how human he was while also being something entirely different.

How he seemed to feel so strongly like a human would.

Toby wondered if he felt the same buzzing warmth as he did, if he found his smile as heart wrenchingly beautiful as his was for Toby.

When just a few moments ago, Toby felt far too shy to look at Kyle, now he couldn’t do anything but look at him and wish he’d face him again.

He wondered if his words had as much meaning as he hoped they did, if the way he looked at Toby meant what he hoped it did.

It hit him then, like a tidal wave or a sudden storm, what that feeling under his skin was.

They may have known each other for an unbearably short amount of time, but Toby could feel the way his flesh was drawn to Kyle, like it knew there was a piece of him missing, one he could find within Kyle.

His chest hitched minutely while he simply watched for another few moments. And then it did it again, breath caught in his throat with lungs refusing to work out of shock, when he realised he’d also leaned closer to the other.

His legs were flat against the sand again, elbow nearly touching the towels Kyle laid on with how he supported himself on his arm, the muscles straining as he held his face above Kyle’s.

There was something in the grey of Toby’s eyes, searching, close to begging, picking through the brown of Kyle’s to find the same thing he felt.

A familiar kind of warmth that Toby hadn’t felt in a long while.

“…you don’t have to give me something back… you know..” he finally mumbled after minutes of pondering over his thoughts, let alone Kyle’s.

The words were spoken softly, but they delicately urged forward a hidden meaning. ‘You don’t have to do anything at all… But I’d like you to’.

His free hand, careful but curious, gently raised to run its fingers over the tip of Kyle’s ear, trail down its length to end up at his cheek. Careful but curious, he traced the patterns he could until he had the mer’s face cupped in his palm.

So very curious, Toby nudged his face forward, bringing their noses just a few centimetres apart.

closed rp w/ @ask-gaz

very late MERMAY SPECIAL

Crow understood that a break was what he needed. It would do him some good to have time off, time to relax, as much as he refused to admit it.

But England, of all places. Out of everywhere his captain could have sent him to, Crow was to spend leave in England. He was almost worried he’d done something wrong for his captain to be filled with such spite but he was shipped off to the North Sea’s coastline before he could ask.

…The beach was nice though.

Begrudgingly, Crow had found a loose routine in the remote cabin he’d been given near the beach. It was walks with sand between his toes and late morning swims daily.

And the occasional adventure past the sand, where rocks threatened to damage the skin of his feet while he climbed them all for the sake of finding the quiet corners of the beach to properly sit and relax in, enjoy the sounds of waves washing up and… more waves splashing against the rocks.

He’d started to spend whole days in those closed off parts of the beach, next to tide pools and small caves on his own, tutting the occasional greeting to seagulls that decided to join him, blaming the feeling of being watched on them. When he’d return back to the cabin at the end of the day he’d always be covered in sand and more sunburn than the day before, but he didn’t mind.

That’s where he found the most trinkets, too. In his hideouts, every day he’d return for another day of lounging, he’d find things like shells and pretty rocks and sea glass he’d tell himself looked the same colour as his eyes, all left behind by the high tide, he’s sure. And he always pocketed them, knowing they’d look good in his assortment of collected items back on base.

And then a storm hit the coast. Crow knew it wasn’t too bad. He comfortably waited it out with a blanket over his shoulders and his sketchbook in hand.

Walking outside the next day made him realise that it actually was too bad, if how wrecked the beach had gotten was anything to go off of.

There was seaweed and even a few jellyfish thrown across the fields of sand, making the place look a right mess. And Crow got right to work cleaning it up. It was the least he could do to pay the beach back for its many gifts. And if he’d also gotten a little attached to the place over the last week or so, that was something only he got to know.

While he was letting a moon jellyfish slip from his hands back into the sea though, he heard a sudden commotion he didn’t expect to hear, something human with what he heard of a grunt.

His head snapped toward the sound, toward one of his ‘hideouts’, concern quickly building in his mind as he shot up onto his feet and another wince sounded from past the wall of rock.

About a million different worries ran through his brain as he made his way through the familiar path over. ‘Someone must have gotten caught in the storm’, ‘they have ta be hurt badly to be stuck there’, he told himself while effortlessly clambering into the hidden portion of the beach, eyes scanning the sand and water like the trained soldier he was.

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I mean, what's stopping you from asking him to a friendly spar?

no such thing as a friendly spar when it’s with gaz, i’m afraid

sorry that’s a bit wild. howya lad? :)