[slewhund]

𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃⠀𝐢𝐟⠀𝐧𝐨⠀𝐨𝐧𝐞⠀𝐜𝐚𝐧⠀𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤⠀𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬⠀𝖕̳𝖆̳𝖙̳𝖍⠀𝐭𝐨⠀𝐭𝐡𝐞⠀𝖊͟𝖓͟𝖉,⠀𝐢⠀𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 .

⸻⸻ ✶ #𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐖𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐃 ᭪ ⠀⠀⠀⠀an ⠀ IND . ⠀SEMI - SELECTIVE ⠀﹠ ⠀MUTUALS - ONLY ⠀Ashveil ⠀from ⠀Honkai ⠀Star ⠀Rail ⠀.⠀⠀hired ⠀by ⠀𝕽𝐔𝐄⠀( ³⁰ ⁺⠀she ╱ her )⠀21 + ⠀access⠀with⠀NSFW ⠀themes⠀present⠀ .⠀HEAVILY⠀headcanon⠀based ⠀with sporadic activity .

⠀ 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 ⠀❛ 𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖋𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖑𝖘⠀ ❜⠀𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞⠀𝐦𝐞⠀.⠀𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃

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♯⠀⠀hey wolf moon ⠀⸻⠀ come ﹠ cast your spell on me .

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⤷⠀⠀⠀⠀✶ 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 .⠀⠀⠀⠀✶ 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐎 .

𝄡 o1 ﹕ i am very open & friendly, but also very shy & nervous ──── i may not talk much ooc but i am also a yapper at the same time . i am always down to write with you despite all of my intimidating graphics, please don't feel intimidated !

𝄡 o2 ﹕ ocs, crossovers, sonas, & etc are all accepted & encouraged ! shipping is also accepted ──── as long as the muse is of age & muse is 21 + . i am multi - ship, & Ash has no gender preference .

𝄡 o3 ﹕ please do let me know RESPECTFULLY in my dms if i am associating with someone who has been problematic in terms of abusive ╱ bigoted behaviors . i do not tolerate any -ist or -phobic behaviors at all & you will be hardblocked if i catch sight of it.

𝄡 o4 ﹕ i work part - time, but my job requires a lot of brainpower as i essentially run my own store & run down my mental ╱ social battery as it is a mix of retail & bookkeeping . i may be slow & take time to reply . i also thrive on longform novella writing, & i don't really banter much because my autistic self can't really make sense of it . i write a lot, but never feel you have to match it to write with me ! i am just a big ol yapper .

𝄡 o5 ﹕ you are always welcome to make threads out of my answered asks ! i also love to make threads out of answered asks i have sent ──── if you would prefer me not to, please let me know !

𝄡 o6 ﹕ i am chronically bad at making coherent rules .. i'm a girlfailure unfortunately . above all else please write with me i want to write with you !!! more than half the time you can just come into my IMs & yap freely with me & i'm already considering you a friend .

[slewhund]

/ oh my god . oh my god . oh my god . hhuuuhgghuuuuuuu

[slewhund]

⸻⸻ ✶ ⵌ 𝑺𝑳𝑬𝑾𝑯𝑼𝑵𝑫 . an ind. semi - selective 𝑨𝑺𝑯𝑽𝑬𝑰𝑳 from 𝑯𝑶𝑵𝑲𝑨𝑰 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹 𝑹𝑨𝑰𝑳 . hired by ⠀𝕽𝐔𝐄 ( ³⁰ ⁺ she ╱ her )⠀21 + access .

[siix-eyes]

Blood Bank- chapter 27

[cosmos-daughter]

tomb of oedon - bloodborne

[slewhund]

⠀⠀ * CONT . from @rosewiltd .

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⠀⠀⠀𖤝 ᭪⠀ * not a word used to answer her question, but a small, subtle nod that was nearly imperceptible . they were being watched, after all, & he needed to act with caution .

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ * ❛ i know this is sort of unusual, but I hope you'll forgive me for being so forward with you . ❜ his voice murmurs just beside her ear ; the low growl of a wolf gently shifting brunette strands of a lamb . yet no malice or ill intent radiates from the stranger, even as a gloved hand slides from her shoulder to splay long, ring - clad digits to the curve of her lower back .

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ * ❛ that man has a weapon . & he has intent to use it . ❜ i can smell it on him, he stops himself from saying . she's already no doubt so disoriented to begin with, there's no need to draw more discomfort .

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ * ❛ i think he'll leave if we just continue to walk . i apologize for grabbing you so suddenly .. but this was all i could think to do on short notice . walk with me ? & don't look at him . just focus on me, sweetheart . ❜

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[slewhund]

"you didn't have to do all this for me."

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⠀⠀⠀𖤝 ᭪⠀ * ❛ & since when were you my source of authority, Yingxing ? ❜

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ * his words tease, pushing back against self - depreciation looking to push away assistance ──── though Ashveil couldn't even begin to state how happy it made him seeing this smothered spark rise through murky depths of hatred for himself . he's been gone for a long time : sticking to seclusion of shadows under another name, but he hasn't forgotten a thing .

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ * ❛ i'm no seamstress, but i've had my ways around sewing up wounds . most of them were my own, but no better practice in my opinion . if anything, i feel like i should be scolding you, for taking that hit for me . ❜ bloodmoon eyes are downcast, reflecting light at the angle he sits beneath the veil of long, dark lashes . white glove cast aside, Blade's crimson gleams off silver prosthetics as his hands work deftly . it's incredible, how much care still lurks in the old wolf's heart, even after all this time .

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ * ❛ i'm a big boy, i can handle being a little roughed up . ❜

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[slewhund]

your  hair's  a  mess.  let  me  brush  it.

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⠀⠀⠀𖤝 ᭪⠀ * cold air expelled from frigid lungs, filling the atmosphere with small clouds of hushed vapor . it was one of the most vulnerable positions that Ashveil could find himself in before his Ranger : not downed in battle, not wounded by other's weapon, but wounded by himself . nearly catatonic, pulling himself back from the precipice of a battle barely won, from his own hand .

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ * said hand rests over the lip of cryosleep freezer, now sporting new dents on its frost - encrusted interior . it gleams with Ashveil's own blood up to the second knuckle ────── aligning perfectly with the deep puncture wounds in his chest, his opposite forearm . in the harsh fluorescent light, small jagged pieces of skin appear stolen under silver nails . Ashveil doesn't speak right away . that was common, after these attacks . covered in his own blood, exhausted from fighting himself, wounding himself . it was written all over his features, more gaunt & hollow than Boothill has ever seen him .

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ * fingers comb through midnight locks, unkempt from a missing clasp & disheveled braids . it grounds Ashveil in that moment, allowing his aching muscles to ease just a fraction, his head to lean back, & a sigh he'd been trapping behind small, shallow huffs to finally evict his lungs . those ghastly coffin nails rattle in his wrist insistently . they didn't want to be forgotten . prosthetic fingers twitch, eager to continue fighting the host body, but the fight was won not by the shadows . silvery locks, stained with carmine, tuck neatly under shiny blue - black, & the more the caring sweeps of his Ranger's hand urges the messy mane into something more human, the more Ashveil can allow those shaking muscles to relax .

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ * the fight was over . at least just this once . he'd have to fight again, but he'll win again, & again, & again .

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[slewhund]

[recordmemes]

༘⋆｡ where it hurts starters.

caretaker.

i'll  stay  until  you  fall  asleep.

you're  not  a  burden.  not  to  me.

you  don't  have  to  act  tough  with  me.

let  me  help.

if  you  need  to  cry,  i'll  look  the  other  way.

you  don't  have  to  talk.

let  me  handle  it,  just  for  a  minute.

rest,  i'll  watch  over  you.

i  don't  care  if  you  think  you're  fine.  i'm  staying.

deep  breaths.

just  lean  on  me.

you're  safe  now,  okay?  just  breathe.

i  know  it  hurts.  i'll  sit  here  as  long  as  it  takes.

i'm  not  leaving  until  i  know  you're  okay.

you  don't  need  to  hide.

let  me  take  care  of  you  this  time.

shh.  i'm  right  here.

you  don't  have  to  put  on  a  smile  for  me.

i  don't  think  less  of  you.

i'll  be  here  when  you  wake  up.

you're  allowed  to  lean  on  me.  that's  what  i'm  here  for.

you  don't  have  to  be  okay.

scoot  over,  i'm  not  letting  you  sleep  alone.

your  hair's  a  mess.  let  me  brush  it.

don't  apologize.

cared  for.

i'm  tired,  that's  all.

please  don't  go.

i  don't  know  what  i  need.

you  didn't  need  to  come.

you  shouldn't  have  to  see  me  like  this.

i  hate  feeling  like  this.

i  was  trying  to  push  through.  i  think  i  made  it  worse.

this  is  so  embarrassing.

can  you  just...  stay  a  little  longer?

i  didn't  think  anyone  would  notice...

i'm  not  safe  in  my  own  head  right  now.

why  are  you  being  so  gentle  with  me?

i  don't  want  you  to  fix  me.

today's  just...  one  of  the  harder  days.

i  didn't  know  i  needed  to  hear  that.

can  you  stay?  after  i  fall  asleep?

sorry.  i  didn't  mean  to  flinch.

i  don't  always  know  what's  going  to  help.

this  is  the  nicest  anyone’s  been  to  me  all  week.

i'm  sorry.  i  know  i'm  a  lot.

i  don't  even  know  why  i'm  crying...

i  think  i'm  broken.

you  didn't  have  to  do  all  this  for  me.

i  don't  want  to  be  a  burden.

i  didn't  think  anyone  would  stay.

[121231212i]

The rest of the night... belongs to just you and me.

[sigrika]

Though   he   didn't   fit   the   visual   description   of   what   a   noble   knight   looked   like   in   her   old   storybooks,   Sigrika   still   saw   him   as   such.   They   were   complete   strangers   yet   he   went   out   of   his   way   to   help   her   -   not   only   that   but   he   wanted   to   stay   ...   just   to   ensure   she   was   safe.

That   was   enough   for   her   to   know   he   had   a   sincere   and   gentle   heart.   "I   -   I   see.   I   didn't   realize   just   how   dangerous   things   were   here.   I   suppose   I   was   naive   to   think   I'd   be   fine   as   long   as   I   minded   my   own   business." 

 As   he   gestured   for   her   to   take   his   hand,   a   soft   dusting   of   pink   blossomed   over   her   ivory   cheeks.   Even   though   this   was   just   an   act,   she'd   never   held   hands   with   a   guy   before.   She   hesitated,   for   just   a   mere   second   ..   before   accepting.   "Yes....   this   is   probably   for   the   best.   Thank   you   again."   As   they   began   to   walk,   brows   rose   in   realization.   "I...   haven't   asked   for   your   name   have   I??   I'm   Sigrika."

[slewhund]

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⠀⠀⠀𖤝 ᭪⠀ * ❛ normally, the streets of Planarcadia aren't too bad . especially not since i've been here to set it straight . but unfortunately, you can't fix everything, & the truly unruly ones come out at night . good thing i'm a bit nocturnal myself, huh ? ❜ his broad chest rumbles softly with a good - natured laugh ; accompanied by the lacing of his cool, metal digits betwixt her own . a perfectly deceiving gesture of that of lovers, to an outside eye . his scent wafts through the air to Sigrika's nose ──── night - blooming jasmine, palo santo, the smell of jet - black coffee . he smelled luxurious, which matches his undeniably sharp clothing, like some mysterious benefactor that had swept in like a shade of moonlight .

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ * upon the girl asking for his name, the stranger tilts his head down towards her . his gaze meets hers, his eyes incredibly intense & lupine with their silvermoon sheen & inverted pupils, but somehow, all that intensity seemed to be perfectly balanced on a face that was gentle, almost softening the sharp edges of that apex predator gaze . he smiles with cupid - bowed lips, dark lashes lidding a touch heavier over his eyes .

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ * ❛ it's a pleasure to meet you, Sigrika . even under these circumstances . i'm Ashveil ; of the Ashen Detective Agency . ❜ each word is a velvet - warm embrace, a comfort in each syllable . the name drop of his profession provides an even deeper sense of ease, providing proof that he was no random stranger with ulterior motives ; but someone with a deep sense of justice in his heart .

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ * ❛ it's my job to look out for people like you, so please, don't hesitate to call or visit me should you find yourself in an unfortunate situation again . ❜

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[skont]

She can feel every instance of ache, the way his muscles ripple and tighten with every single touch. Hallen doesn't go farther than she's allowed, she's never done that. He's always tight, on edge like he's waiting to fall off a cliff. Her fingers find a knot, gently kneading to try and get it to relax. She doesn't want to mention the way her heart decides to flutter a little faster, something that she's sure he can hear and feel with how he's settled against her neck.

They say nothing, the quiet something that they both value. So many days there's noise, there's duty, there's requests. The only thing that breaks the quiet is the sound of her breaths matching with his, shifting of fabric, and soft growls and chirps. With him, she feels safe, curled around him as her fingers urge the overcoat off shoulders to get to relieving pain underneath. The heaviness, the tension that practically surrounds her wings and could set the room on fire if it were ignited, she can feel it in her bones. It goes unsaid, unmentioned. If she speaks, she might break the spell, it might cause a conversation that she doesn't know how to answer. Or perhaps she does, but fears the worst. This feeling is one she would drown in, happily.

The weight becomes heavier, a soft little chirp as she keeps up her kneading. Ah, he's dozing. She can feel the way his chest rises and falls so steadily. He should get to the freezer, she knows that. If he's tired, he should sleep there. It would keep him from having back pain and keep the shadows at bay. But she doesn't want to move. Not with how settled she feels. "A-Ash, you should probably be in the freezer. I can deal with the cold if you want me to continue."

[slewhund]

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⠀⠀⠀𖤝 ᭪⠀ * the words are muffled into some void in the already chilly air between them, lost to his tired ears as he just shifts his head to lean closer to Hallen's neck. Feeling her voice rather than hearing it, a sort of connection he felt deep in the marrow . there was always something about them, something dancing in the way they looked at each other, the way they spoke . it went beyond . they both knew that it did . but even now, the small bird held in the safety of LA MANCHA'S lap, powerful arms her cage, they still can't bring themselves to put words to their feelings .

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ * ❛ 's alright .. 'm not feelin' much pain right now . ❜ Ashveil couldn't deny the wash of warmth at her soft utterance of a shortened name . it only draws his heart nearer, & involuntarily, his prosthetic arm slips around her tighter : drags silver - tipped faux nails over her stomach, & the Ranger hasn't noticed the way his sealing nails vibrate within his wrist . hungry, & taking advantage of this tired, vulnerable moment of it's host .

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ * he's not thinking, as his head tilts towards hers . he doesn't think as his lips brush idly against her shoulder, as he breathes her scent in deeply from her skin . ❛ i jus' wanna stay here for a little longer, sweetheart .. ❜

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ * ( @snaev . )

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[slewhund]

/ im going full comfort movie mode & watching ghibli movies between pain med naps, & I need Ashveil to have a Spirited Away AU badly .. a semi-retired wolf spirit who barely has enough money to visit the bath house despite being an intimidating legendary figure 😁🫶

[yomoleen]

"As you wish, my lady…"

[121231212i]

I offer my blood to consume this vendetta. I offer my heart to shoot down this injustice. I, Lead Hunter La Mancha, call upon you in the name of the Star Hunt oath! O Skybow, gaze upon this broken-legged wolf!

[slewhund]