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[bloodboone]

“  You aren’t already tired are you? This is where the fun part begins! “  

Canon divergent reliant 18+  take  of  BOONE  from  APEX  LEGENDS . OC / Multimuse welcoming . 

- open starters - muse info - rules -  rp meme starters

[houndings]

WIP.

POV, this is what 10 hrs of hozier yearning and colonizing Boonehound results in.

[bloodboone]

unfortunately, I’m back.

Fortunately, I’m working 50 hours a week so you guys only get a blimp of me for .05 seconds.

[houndings]

gently places a scruffier Boone into your hands

[leneemusing]

even more injury memes

[ FOLLOW ]  for sender to find receiver at the end of a trail of blood.

[ DISCOVER ]  for receiver to find sender at the end of a trail of blood. 

[ SEE ]  for sender to look towards receiver after a battle and realize they’re bleeding. 

[ TELL ]  for receiver to look towards sender after a battle and realize they’re bleeding. 

[ SHIELD ]  for sender to take the brunt of an attack for receiver. 

[ COVER ]  for receiver to take the brunt of an attack for sender. 

[ SHOCK ]  for sender to find receiver covered in blood and delirious. 

[ AID ]  for receiver to find sender covered in blood and delirious. 

[ CONCEAL ]  our muses haven’t had time to slow down so receiver has been hiding a serious injury which sender finally uncovers. 

[ REALIZE ]  our muses haven’t had time to slow down so sender has been hiding a serious injury which receiver finally uncovers.

[ ATTEMPT ]  for sender to intervene in a fight receiver is in but receiver has already sustained an injury. 

[ LATE ]  for receiver to intervene in a fight sender is in but sender has already sustained an injury. 

[ FIND ]  for sender to rescue receiver after they’ve been tortured. 

[ LOCATE ] for receiver to rescue sender after they’ve been tortured. 

[ CHECK ]  for sender to show up at receiver’s house because they haven’t been heard from in a while only to discover receiver is recovering from major injuries. 

[ FOUND ]  for receiver to show up at sender’s house because they haven’t been heard from in a while only to discover receiver is recovering from major injuries. 

[ SAVED ]  for sender to rescue receiver from a dangerous situation but reveals they’re injured afterwards. 

[ SUCCEED ]  for receiver to rescue sender from a dangerous situation but reveals they’re injured afterwards. 

[ LOSS ]  for sender to attempt to rescue receiver only to be stopped by a serious injury. 

[ FAILURE ]  for receiver to attempt to rescue sender only to be stopped by a serious injury. 

[ MELTDOWN ]  for sender to witness receiver being hurt which causes them to go into a murderous rage. 

[ VENGEANCE ]  for receiver to witness sender being hurt which causes them to go into a murderous rage. 

[geryone]

Poems From An Email Exchange, Hanif Abdurraqib

[bloodboone]

@trackr asked: [ guide ]

Boone nearly wanted to cry out in frustration had it not been for his mouth was too busy. Even with taking charge to close the distance between them first on the bedroll, sapping up their warmth as he cautiously kissed them and melted into it to the point he squirmed his leg between theirs, their politeness with not having a wondering hand was driving him mad. Boone felt ready. He felt safe, wrapped up in their arms. His mind rung with bliss, more than prepared mentally to have them cross that boundary he rarely allowed people to know.  He kissed with vigor as he mimicked their movements, letting out approving sighs and groans as he pawed at their jacket collar and rocked his hips, urging on for more. But he- simply couldn't get what he wanted. In his blissed out mind, became frustrated that Bloodhound didn’t realize he wanted them when they couldn’t read his mind. Had Boone been more rational in his thoughts, he wouldn't have been shy with telling of how slick the inside of his thighs felt from just the taste of their mouth and the press of their leg. He voiced his displeasure with a dissatisfied whine, nipping their bottom lip gently, only letting his lips brush against theirs. Reaching down, he took a gentle hold of their hand. "Bloodhound, here," he mumbled breathlessly as he took it to his abdomen and slid it down, over the buckle over his pants to between his legs, speaking an even quieter 'please' that barely registered above a whisper. His breath shuddered with need, giving pressure for them to press down before letting go of their hand. With every last rational brain cell he had, Boone hoped that they would take the hint.

[bloodboone]

@trackr asked: “Can you stop thinking about yourself for once?”

"And what?" Boone snapped, "fly back to Solace empty-handed? Ruin my reputation as a tracker?" 

His veins ran hot, fuming at Bloodhound's choice of words. Rethinking their words made him scoff,  turning his head to look anywhere other than at them, eyebrows furrowed in frustration. 

"Bloodhound, this isn't an for my ego. This is my job, I do what is asked and what I do reflects my worth. If you put aside your overly idealistic standards and realize that if I don't do this now, they'll send another huntsman," Boone waved his arm, motioning in a frustrated in an aimless manner toward wherever his ship was," to come in and do what I do with a lot more discourtesy." 

He stepped back, resting his hands on his hips as he scoffed once more, jaw clenching in his anger. Boone could not fathom the other's thought process, the audacity it took to hold a standard higher than necessary. He grinded his heel on the soft soil, only half-heartedly biting back his words before looking back up at them with a seething look. 

"Who else is there to justify being worth more to even think about stopping? If it is oh so simple for you to think."

[bloodboone]

@apcxlegends asked: Grind - reverse - Bloodhound

Between the taste of mead on their lips, Bloodhound's mouth messily meeting his, and small noises, the realization of how much he yearned for this hit him all at once, the first taste enough to make him not even dwindle on the thought of how they manage to stumble their way up the wooden stairs without making a fool of themself. The hesitation he had once held dissipated fast as each kiss they shared became more daring. 

His groan escaped from him he pressed his hips forwards, slotting his leg between Bloodhound's in an effort to keep them up against the wall. The press of their body against his was enough to sate his slightly buzzed mind, making his blood run hot, mumbling their name as his hands tugged at their gear.

Boone  didn't notice it at first; the pressure on his thigh, he assumed, was merely the weight other tracker upright as his hands trailed over their sides and chest, letting gear drop to the ground and pawing at their body to feel for them. But it caught his attention as their hips moved, a rumbling hum raising from the back of his throat.

It was- charming. To have someone who always seemed so in control, being a sturdy chieftain figure, desperately rutting against the huntsman's thigh with need. It stroked Boone's ego more than it should have. He drank in the sight of them as he leaned back from the kiss, idly fantasizing of their flush face and bruised lips between his legs. God- he was ruined over them. It wouldn't take much thought to imagine how needy he had also become with his panting and touches. 

Sliding a hand down, he grasped at the back of their knee to hitch it up high, pressing his thigh forwards to their rocking hips.

"Eager, Hound?" He purred, ghosting his lips along their jaw. "I haven't stripped you down, and you're already grinding," he nipped at their jaw, sucking harshly to leave a love mark, "I entrust your enthusiasm will not have you falling asleep before I have a chance to press you down into your bed?"

[bloodboone]

@poisonpicked asked: “You’re a terrible liar.” (Bloodhound)

Boone gave a warning glare, shoulders straightening in tension to hearing Bloodhound's words. 

"And you mustn't mind my intent behind my words. Just trust me." 

He paced slowly, body tense as he scrutinized Bloodhound like a cornered beast. In truth, he was cornered, caught with the slips of his words that put him in a position he wasn't all too pleased in. Facing the reality that he couldn't pull the wool over the ever-sharp hunter gave him unwarranted frustrations, lips pulled in a displeased frown before taking a breath, forcing his posture to become relax.

"I'm not terrible. You're just too astute for your own good. Those goggles making you a quick thinker as well?" Boone tried to humor, smiling his little tense smile.

[imckari-deactivated20181207]

assorted angst starters

“What happens when you die? What do we do then?”

“You look like shit.”

“You have to run. They’re looking for you.”

“Don’t worry about me.”

“What did they do to you?” 

“I’ve got you.”

“Walk it off, sport.”

“Don’t be stupid. Let me help.”

“Trust me, I’ve been there.” 

“Why didn’t you tell anyone it was this bad?”

“I didn’t want you to find out this way.”

“You wouldn’t understand.”

“You’re a terrible liar.”

“I am your friend. You’ve got me.”

“Are you lonely?” 

“Get the fuck out of here!”

“I guess this is goodbye.”

“I’ve been through worse.” 

“Can you stop thinking about yourself for once?”

“Of course I’m pissed!” 

“Who did this?!”

“Why did you do this?”

“I don’t expect you to forgive me.” 

“Save it. You can hate me later.”

“You don’t need permission to cry. It’s okay.”

“Life isn’t fair.”

“You want to be a hero? Is that it?”

“I wasn’t meant to survive this.”

“You won’t survive.”

“Feel better?”

“We can’t go back to who we were before.”

“you lose someone?”

[bloodboone]

poisonpicked​:

they weren’t sure where the rush of bravery came from. maybe it was the comfort of the night over them, the soft sounds of the wilderness around them. it was very safe and familiar and with boone? there was something more there. however, as brief as the touch is, lasting only a few seconds — longer than any of their other touches — it sends a jolt of excitement through them. 

if only they were braver… 

they pull their hand back quickly, nervous, careful to keep their eyes forward or really anywhere but on boone. they only hoped the tracker couldn’t hear the pounding of their heart, as if they were facing a great beast. how did he manage to do this to them? 

they would kick themself for this later, for letting that moment pass like that— 

their head snaps around when they feel boone’s fingers brush along their glove. their initial reaction is to pull their hand back, but they don’t. they look at him shyly for a second, for just a glance really, before looking away again. however, they turn their hand palm up, and hesitantly take his hand in theirs. their face is burning under their mask and their heart feels ready to burst from their chest, but a small smile finds its way to their lips. 

Boone let out a little pleased hum, looking down as their hands fit together. He felt the warm flush across the edges of his cheeks and tips of ears as he grew emboldened by the other tracker's movements, gently stroking his thumb against the side of theirs, idle little actions now and then to show his interest.

 Bloodhound's hand felt pleasant, assuming the years of hunts and labor with living the way they did strengthen them to handle the rigid life Talos had to offer. But as well- he felt safe, in a way. 

He wasn't anticipating them to react so positively to his touch; the soft feeling of their hand holding his made him relax, albeit a little nervous with displays of affection, but neither less the little turns of their head in the reaction of glancing and turning away was enough to read that he wasn't the only one with hesitation.

Quietly, he spoke, "didn't peg you as the affectionate type," glancing at them, fruitlessly seeking out their facial reaction under that mask. Boone gave their hand a slight squeeze.

[bloodboone]

TAG POST

[laitiel]

Star Citizen 3.17 PTU: Hurston

[feral-ballad]

Lady Kasa, from Ariake: Poems of Love and Longing by the Women Courtiers of Ancient Japan

[bloodboone]

. someone bully me tomorrow to fix my tags  and reblog some aesthetics or I might go a little feral

[bloodboone]

trackr​:

His question was met with a mere huff; a muffled little noise to mark their displeasure. Though it was difficult to tell whether Boone was serious about it or not, their rising uncertainty was assuaged by his amusement soon enough–if only in that moment. If he continued to have reservations about them still, the hunter wouldn’t be surprised. Not after the efforts they went through to prove themselves to him…Yet the thought still wounded them all the same; Bloodhound cursed their heart for being so terribly soft.

    ”‘Finally’?“ Their voice was a curiously stubborn thing. "Is that how you think of me? As a beast waiting to strike?” Softened then by the gentle stroke of his thumb, Hound paused for only a moment–choosing to lay their chin against the curve of his shoulder instead. Careful as always, they minded the harder edges of their respirator as they went. An attack…Bloodhound huffed again. No. This was impulse, desire they weren’t yet sure how to voice; the longing to hold and be held–

    “I…simply enjoy being close to you.”

Oh, how that made his heart squeeze with delight. Being the focal point of Bloodhound's tenderness and little huffs gave an unfamiliar sense of joy he wasn't quite well acquainted with, like a new flavor that he couldn't get enough of. It was enough to have him yearning for more of what the tracker had to offer with their affection and sweet words. The corner of his lips was upturned in a warm smile as he continued to give strokes to their skin, now and then trying to slide his finger under their glove in a teasing manner.

"I jest with you, Blóðhundur. I feel only safety when around you. You're the only one who comes in mind for me I would entrust my back turned to."

He leaned his head towards theirs, gently resting his head against their helm to sate his desire to place kisses wherever he pleased upon their face, letting out a small content breath. It wasn't often he had a chance to be physically affectionate with others; just the bits that Bloodhound gives are enough to satisfy that need, but it was like a hook to him, making him crave more.

"Thought," He reached down, removing the wired gear he was fidgeting over before the embrace, "I reckon it'd be more enjoyable to be in my arms, you can be closer with me here. My equipment can wait."