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@lunaferrous
Tell me--
--have you ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight?
private, independent original character, LUNA BASQUERVILLE. ⛧ dance teacher, connoisseur--crossroads demon--sniper, hunter of men. ⛧ supernatural/religious themes present, heavily lore based. ⛧ adult themes present (21+), personals/minors dni. ⛧ contracted by red.
rules. ⛧ muse. ⛧ verses. ⛧ side characters. ⛧ bonds.
" Be honest…you want me to take you at a church during mass don’t you?~”
send " be honest. " + a question and my muse will be forced to answer it honestly and consciously.
During? Now that posed an interesting challenge. She flexed her fingers before curling them over her chin, none opposed to the idea but it was something that made her think...
"Admittedly, I was thinking something more along the lines of having sex right there on the altar, before or after they proceed with their daily worship, so on and so forth...
... Bu-u-u-t, there are plenty of dark corners and crevices that could hide us, so long as we play our cards right." To that end, a smile crept up behind the curve of her knuckle, finger tap, tap, tapping away at her tender lip as she flashed her eyes up at him. Blasphemy might as well have been her middle name, the way that it made her eyes sparkle with possibility.
@diotheworldus
This is the story of a girl Who cried a river and drowned the whole world And while she looked so sad in photographs, I absolutely love her-- --When she ✨✨SMIIIILES✨✨
Drip inspired by this
Send " Be honest. " + a question and my muse will be forced to answer it honestly and consciously.
For multimuses, send "Be honest, [muse name]." + a question.
🙆🏻 - to give my muse a hug (Katsu)
send me a symbol!!
Not two steps in through the front door, and she was stopped dead in her tracks. She just wanted to drop off her rifle case, wash out the blood and gristle matted in her hair, and sink her bones into the couch while pretending that she didn't exist for a few hours--and she was greeted with this.
Masakatsu, almost bowling her over and wrapping his arms around her abdomen, like he was afraid that she would disappear the moment he let her go. She didn't know what brought it on so suddenly. She wasn't gone for that long now, was she? Well, maybe a day or two, but it wasn't the first time that she had to sit and wait to flush a rat out from its hiding place.
Masakatsu understood that. Or so she thought... So why now?
"..." There wasn't much she could do, other than lift her free hand to pat the top of his head. Even if it felt a little too awkward for her liking, her movements stiff and lacking their usual certainty.
"... You can let go now. I'm not going anywhere. Aside from the closest place where I can take a shower."
@mannequinentity
He saw the tears and knew what they meant, using his thumb to wipe one or two of the away as she readied herself to speak and when she did he took it all ok like he always does but this time it all felt a bit different somehow. This was something so meaningful, so sincere, he gently held her a bit tighter as he responded. “You want to make me a father….and I want to make you a mother…” he said calmly, still trying to find the right words in his mind.
Dio made sure to look into her eyes as he kept talking, wanting her to feel just how much this all meant to him. “I never thought about it before, not until I met you. What it would be like to have a child, to raise someone we brought into this world together. I want this Luna, we can make it happen, even if it takes us years, if there is the smallest of chances we will make it happen and have a child we can call our own.” He presses his forehead agaisnt hers to feel even more connected. “I want nothing more than to live happily with you for the rest of our days, I want you to have everything you could ever want and even more still, what I want Luna is what you want. You are my happiness, my reason for living.”
He takes a deep breath and puts all of the emotion within him into these words, they come out a bit shaky as he can barely contain the emotions that are swelling up within him “Thank you for wanting to give me the opportunity to be better than the man who made me…thank you for believing in me more than I ever did in myself…thank you for…trusting me enough to be the father of your child and thank you for being my child’s mother…I love you Luna, so very much…” tears start forming in his eyes, overwhelmed by his own words, of the realization that the reason he had never once thought about having a child until he met Luna was because deep down he was afraid he would turn out like his own father, that horrid man who was the reason his other died of illness.
She felt like she was tearing herself open, prying her ribs to expose the beating of her own heart, her deepest vulnerability that would have made her feel sick and disgusted with herself... Had it not been him who was there to pick up the pieces. She wouldn't have felt able to do any of it, much less admit it to herself, had it not been for him, had he not been there for her through thick and thin.
She brushed her forehead against his, just taking a moment to breathe, to soak it all in, smoothing her hand over his shoulder up to the base of his neck. She could still feel the tears welling up behind her eyes, but it didn't matter.
This was where she belonged. Building something out of nothing--building a life together--with him.
"You will be better. You are better. Of that, I have no doubt." She closed the distance, pressing her lips to his with a kiss. "... We can do better, be better than what we came from. Start fresh. Not that I expect any of this to be a walk in the park, but... I'm glad that we both want to try."
She laid her ear against his shoulder, curling up against him, legs unfurling over the side of the couch. It had been a long day already, as she felt as if she could drift off at any moment. But she still had the mind to talk it through, listening intently to his concerns.
"I love you, too. I do... It's because of that that I know you'll be fine. And I'll have you know that my intuition has never led me astray.
A child. It still feels so foreign. I suppose I'll have to think about how to divide and conquer where my work is concerned. I can't exactly go running up several flights of stairs and get into shooting position when I'm pregnant. Well, when the time comes for it.
... You'll do fine, really. Rest assured, I'll be there to remind you every step of the way. Okay, Dio?"
@lunaferrous | Continued
It was true; he was shivering in his boots. It could've been worse since there's no transparent beings haunting him across the area. 'No, calm your heart,' he reassured himself under the gazebo. The last time that happened, it was the most unpleasant situation they ever had to deal with, with snow no less. He double-checked and inspected the park for any subtle hints telling of a being spying on them. There's no eye to be seen through the trees for now.
"A warm shower to forget these days." He can still talk no matter the weight of this weather. "And how rigorous the rain has been, I'm afraid. I don't see them yet. Those things. Maybe they're taking a vacation? I don't feel more burdens on my head, but sometimes, I overthink they'll come back, like last time."
An unpleasant situation within the tundra; those beings not only haunting him but her as well, all by a simple touch revealing his world to her. He wished he'd gotten a hold of his emotions that time, or else it wouldn't be complicated.
He rubbed both his arms and sat down next to her on the bench. His teeth chattered as he wrapped more of the towel around his entire body. He almost looked like a cocoon with his head peeking out. He will never get used to the cold now, will he?
"No, I don't see them," a gentle smile rose to her. "How have you been faring? I know, it was, a horrific experience. And I haven't recovered from it yet. Know it's a bit late in asking, but wanted to make sure—" A pause and then looking back up to Luna. "Are you okay?"
He is overthinking her well-being this time…
She followed his line of sight, looking out over their surroundings as the rain kept coming down, water endlessly pouring down onto the rooftop of the gazebo and running into the foliage below. The rain showed no signs of stopping anytime soon, and there wasn't a soul to be found. Nothing. No joggers, no dog walkers, no mothers pushing their strollers underneath the shade of the trees. None of the usual foot traffic, at least.
It was just the two of them, taking shelter where they could until the weather subsided.
She thought little of it, knowing that there was little she could do in the interim as she closed the zipper on her duffel bag, as nature was a force beyond her control. Oddly enough, it was one of the few things that she took comfort in. Even when she could read the signs and track the course of an incoming storm, sometimes it would throw her for a loop. And that was alright.
A sudden rain storm like this made her stop and reassess, and gave her the space to breathe. It was just the break that she needed, calming the storm inside her mind as she leaned back, rolling her shoulders, listening to the water pouring over the side of the roof like she was sat beside a riverbed.
Then Katsu brought up something that she didn't expect. Not from him, nor anyone else for that matter.
He was worried about her. Whatever for? Confused was an understatement as she furrowed her brow at him, wondering just what in the Hell he was going on about and why he thought that she was unwell.
But then it hit her. He was talking about the shadows that were stalking him, the ones that only he could see. She had only seen them once, when she touched him and they appeared in her field of vision like broken radio static. Disturbed, and from another plane of existence.
"... I'm alright." She smiled, albeit tight-lipped and uneasy. It wasn't something she thought she would ever have to revisit, but come to think of it... She never asked what that those visions were, or how they could transfer over to her through something as simple as a touch.
If he brought it up, then she felt that it was something he was willing to talk about. And they had the time now, so.... She bit the bullet.
"Horrific is a strong word. It was... surprising. Nothing at all like what I was prepared for.
Do they always follow you around? Those shadows? Are they only something that you see, or... Can they hurt you?"
Okay, but: Luna Actress AU.
No, but seriously, the behind-the-scenes action, the bloopers. The candidness that is so rarely seen from her. Just imagine it.
“The funny thing is when you start feeling happy alone, that’s when everyone decides to be with you.”
— Jim Carrey
SEND ME A SYMBOL !!
Add a ‘ +’ to reverse it !!
😘 - to kiss my muse.
😉 - to send a seductive wink at my muse.
😡 - to anger my muse.
😈 - to prank my muse.
✋ - to push my muse against a wall.
🖕🏻 - to flip my muse off.
🙆🏻 - to give my muse a hug.
👛 - to steal my muse’s belongings.
🐶 - to give my muse a pet.
🥂 - to offer my muse a drink.
🎧 - to place headphones on my muse’s head.
🚑 - to visit my muse at the hospital.
🔪 - to stab my muse.
💕 - to make love to my muse.
💍 - to propose to my muse.
👓 - to steal my muse’s glasses.
👻 - to scare my muse.
☠️ - to die in front of my muse.
✦!
send me ✦ , and i'll reply with 3-5 facts about my muse to help you get to know them!
Luna has 'acquired' several blueprints for her rifles over the years, mainly from local military files and personnel. Some graciously handed over after pulling a few strings with her clients who were higher-ups in the military, or just through some good, old-fashioned breaking and entering and rifling through their storeroom (the puns keep coming and they don't stop coming--).
She loves her sweaters, and only wears them when she is well and truly relaxed. Whether it's a baggy sweater for teaching dance, or a classy cashmere for reading her books curled up next to the windowsill on a rainy day, she is vibing in it.
It's not an uncommon sight to find Luna curled up asleep on the floor with her dogs, as it's one of the few places where she can sleep soundly. She's particularly fond of Archimedes, her Doberman, since he's been with her the longest, and he protects her like a dragon hoarding his treasure.
@smilingwrxith
Send me ✦ , and I'll reply with 3-5 facts about my muse to help you get to know them!
Remember to specify muse for multimuses!
Luna's dogs would make a killing on social media as pet influencers. A tall, dry, no-nonsense doberman having to put up with two rottweiler stooges? The money prints itself.
That is, if Luna had the presence of mind to set up and maintain a social media account. Because she doesn't fuck with social media. She definitely doesn't put out pictures or videos that might in any way disclose her location, in case any exorcists find out where she lives.
'Cause she's a cruel mistress And a bargain must be made But oh, my love, don't forget me When I let the water take me
Luna is an outdoorsman, and by extension could be considered a 'country girl'. But by no stretch of the imagination is she a 'farm girl'. She's not afraid to roll up her sleeves and get her hands dirty, but she does not derive any joy or pleasure from rooting around in the dirt and digging up plants, much less growing them. That's peasant work.
She would rather put on her boots and disappear into the forest, and hunt for sport. She finds that much more exhilarating, as it requires an acute sense of things, and a quick wit, rather than waiting around and watching the grass grow.
ANASTASIA (1997)
