#mothaus

[monmuses]

This man is concerned for a lot of you for your sex habits and taking quizzes on it.

[mystalwartheart]

"get in here." From Rebecca.

Her eyes are red from crying and her face is distraught.

Wordlessly she crosses the threshold into Rebecca's house and scoops the younger woman into a strong hug, burying her face in her neck.

"Thank you..." she whispers through silent sobs. "I didn't know where else to go."

[barrysbaby]

‘ comforting ‘  From Kathy Burton

send me    ‘ comforting ‘    for my muse’s reaction to yours gently wiping their tears away after they’ve been caught crying 

The fights are getting worse, the tempers hotter, and Moira just dropped the equivalent to a nuclear bomb on Barry when she announced to him she’d be joining TerraSave and working alongside Claire.

Did she do it just to piss him off? Did she do it because she actually believes in its cause? Well, it’s a little bit of both. Moira should have waited until dinner was over before she broke the news to her father. Probably. But the food was tasting a little too boring in her mouth and it just needed that extra pinch of salt to bring out the spices.

Needless to say, her plate was left unfinished as she stormed out of the dining room and straight upstairs to her bedroom. Barry, of course, followed her all the way up to argue with her. And after what felt like a whole hour of arguing, he finally got tired of running in circles and decided to leave her alone.

It only took seconds before Moira fell to her bed, crying. And it took even less for her mom to show up. She would try to wipe away the tears but… why? There’s no point. Her mom already knows how she feels. It’s not the first time she caught her crying after a fight with her dad.

But her mom does it for her—she sits with her and wipes away her tears, and Moira slowly rests her head on her mother’s lap, sniffling. “I just don’t understand. Why can’t he be okay with my choices for fricking once? Why does it always have to be his way or no other way?”

In theory, Moira knows the answer to that, because it’s not the first time she asked these questions. It’s because he wants to protect them, keep them safe, because he loves them, and doesn't want their lives to be in danger. But the only takeaway from that is that her dad is one giant barrel of hypocricy.

“If he really thought this life was so bad, why did he go back to it? Or does only Barry get to do whatever the hell he wants?”

She remembers when Chris and Jill asked him to join them at the B.S.A.A., and how at first he refused. Moira could tell he didn’t refuse because he didn’t want to go back, he refused because he didn’t want to go back on his own words, and because he didn’t want to drag their family back to the same things that had them running away from Raccoon City and moving all the way to Canada in the first place. In the end, though, he went back. He went back because… he couldn’t stay away.

“I still haven’t forgotten…” Her breath hitches. Moira lifts her head up to look into her mom’s eyes. The memory is vivid as she tells it. “That day when… when those men came into our home. When they held their guns at you, me and Polly.” Wesker’s voice as he threatened her dad, and as her dad… in tears, surrendered to that fate. “How does he expect me to stay away from it all, when it’s all I’ve ever known?”

[bladesout]

👫Circe and Becca ( I'm lazy to switch blogs )

· Circe knows Becca's coffee order by heart. She's only forgotten the chocolate chips once. · They have movie nights every so often, usually consisting of a certain classic sci-fi fantasy series. Though, they never stay awake long enough to finish any of the movies. · Becca is Amelia's godmother and favorite babysitter. · They gift the other coffee. Especially when one notices the other having a rough day.

Send a 👫and I’ll write four headcanons I have about our muse’s relationship.

[futurespacess]

mothaus asked:

Sunny places a Flower Crown on Raiden's head.

  “... Wh--?” He had been messing with some wiring that connected himself to this complicated machinery, not yet linked in, and paused as he felt this crown being set upon his head. Staring up, he saw the individual who had done it, and smiled when he realized it wasn’t some threatening disaster. Just her and him, and this flower crown on his head.

  “...Sunny... Just what’s this about?” Raiden brought a hand up to touch the flowers that were there, and even though he could not really, truly feel it, the sensors there were hooked directly to his brain. They gave off the signals that this was something soft, something delicate. Of course it was...

| @mothaus​ |

[maximummuses]

The normally stoic sniper's voice betrayed her. "They did what?"

"Right in the middle of the mess hall," Daisy sighs, picking at an MRE out of a desire to keep her hands busy instead of any real hunger. "I've never seen so many broken tables."

[micsmasmuses]

Hewie playfully nudges Fiona.

“Hey Hewie, how’s my good boy huh?” She smiles getting to his level and gives him all the pets and attention!

@mothaus

[umbrellachronicles]

"A knife? Are you flirting with me?" BERTHA to SPECTRE.

pinterest quotes.

It had a purpose, this blade, though its killing end was in the wall, hidden in a blanket of shadow. SPECTRE tuts. For her, it is all playful arrogance. Their confidence is earned and (SPECTRE suspects) respected. As individuals, they were exceptional. Together, however, the Wolfpack was altogether perfect.

"Do not tell me... you did not see this?" A distorted Russian accent, dry and mocking (but just their brand of friendly communication). The knife gleams as it is retrieved from the dark. SPECTRE's gear mounted light clicks on, revealing a tripwire that BERTHA had narrowly avoided walking into, which he'd disarmed with the use of his blade. "Always so distracted around... live weapons."

[monmuses]

He's also thinking about a certain somebody. He really really really wants to hold her hand. Maybe even get a single kiss ...

[biosurvive]

@mothaus -> you shouldn't feel ashamed. ( from kathy )

Another weekend visit from Claire to Raccoon which meant another impromptu dinner at the Burtons where Chris still had to pretend like he knew what he was doing. A part of him felt like he'd always be that lost eighteen year old, a rookie in the military and a newfound father figure to his twelve year old sister. He didn't know if it was pity then or if Barry genuinely just liked him, but introducing Kathy and the girls to Chris had been a life saver. The Redfield siblings simply wouldn't have survived those years without them, how many times did Kathy show up with a few extra groceries? How many times did they eat pizza over at the Burton household? Chris never outright admitted it, but Barry and Kathy were the parental figures that he needed during those years. Guiding lights for a boy who was barely a man, and now? An elite member of S.T.A.R.S. a job her only got because Barry took pity on him again after kissing another man sent his entire life into a spiral and he lost his wings. Of course it was water under the bridge, he was happy in Raccoon City, even more so that the Burtons were here as well and as Chris puts all his effort into washing each dish while the rest of the Burtons and Claire played a game of Trivial Pursuit in the dining room, he's so lost in his thoughts that he's startled when Kathy appears beside him with that ever present motherly tone.

Her words immediately cut through him, and his legs nearly give out from the raw emotion that erupts from just four words. What was it about mothers and knowing what's brewing inside other's heads? He remembered his own mom's way of knowing when he was upset even if he hid it well... Kathy, how did she even know that was still plaguing him? Did Barry say something? Of course not, he wasn't one to betray trust. Did she notice his far off look? Lovelorn and heartbroken over a lover he still missed along with the job they had both shared? It hurt, and he had to fight the tears that immediately prickle his vision, tearing his gaze away from her to glare at the wall. " I put my entire life, Claire's entire life. In jeopardy because of it, Kathy. " It's an admission he hates, he always was so confident in how he felt, and what kind of people he loved. Now? It was complicated. And yet her words were soothing, and he fights back an actual sob over the thought of hearing his own parents say such a thing, a chance he never got to have when they were taken from him before they could learn the truth and entirety of their son. " …But thank you. I appreciate that you think that even if I'm not really ready to believe it. "

[mystalwartheart]

Rebecca hands Jill a drink of her choice.

Jill looks up from her desk and smiles, reaching out to take the drink in her hand. "Hi Becca!", she says cheerfully. "Thanks so much: That was super thoughtful of you". Taking the drink in her hand, she leans back in her chair, pops the top of the can and takes a sip.

"So, how's your day been so far?"

[barrysbaby]

‘ comforting ‘  From Polly Burton

send me    ‘ comforting ‘    for my muse’s reaction to yours gently wiping their tears away after they’ve been caught crying 

It doesn’t matter if Moira’s supposed to be bed-bound for the next twenty-four hours. As soon as Polly and Kathy enter the room, she practically leaps out of the hospital bed and flies to them.

It’s been six long fricking months, and no doctor is keeping her from hugging the hell out of her mom and squeezing the life out of her sister.

“Polly…” Moira pulls back from the hug, a river of tears running down her face. Her sister’s touch is gentle and warm as she wipes the tears away. Just as Moira remembers it. A happy chuckle escapes her, though her voice cracks with a sob almost immediately after. Shaky hands hold her sister’s face, foreheads touching. “Oh, man... it’s so good to see you.”

After thinking she never will. After spending half a year apart from them. And she thought she could do it, somehow; survive out there by herself. But all that has kept her alive is the hope for a moment just like this one.

[bladesout]

♡ - Jill and Becca

Send ♡ to see what my muse thinks of yours.

Jill: ●●○○○ | ATTRACTION ●●●○○ | AFFECTION ●●●○○ | INTEREST ●●●●● | LOYALTY ●●●●● | TRUST

Becca: ●○○○○ | ATTRACTION ●●●●○ | AFFECTION ●●●○○ | INTEREST ●●●●● | LOYALTY ●●●●● | TRUST

[lasplaga]

𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐂 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔?

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔖𝔠𝔥𝔬𝔩𝔞𝔯 & 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔗𝔯𝔦𝔠𝔨𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯.

Someone who'd give away most things, perhaps everything, for knowledge, for understanding, for meaning. A person living in the world like it's an experiment ; a person oddly generous when others least expect it. // A person utterly self-reliant, & if they need others, it's for their interest & whim alone. Someone charming, someone who gives others an image that's only one aspect of their entire being—a being that's vast, that nobody has seen in completeness.

Tagged by: @lehazard ( Thank you! ) Tagging: @ricardo-irving @dollhidden ( Any RE8 muse! ) @viralcure @a-guaviral @bi0kill @rightofgodhood @fallesto ( Mother Miranda! ) @divineplagas @mothaus ( Excella Gionne! ) & @outbreaksurvived ( Ramon Salazar! )

[medicbravo]

I will be moving Rebecca to my multi @mothaus. I am undergoing a MASSIVE revamp over there.

[inkedstained]

So, I am going on a hiatus. But I will be merging this blog with @mothaus. Items will be continued. But I am gonna take the time to straighten up the blog. Muses that are on this blog that aren't on the other will be added over there.

What is basically going to happen. Becca and Eliza will stay on their own blogs. My other muses will be put on mothaus; Linda and Misty.