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Moxxi + Leon; Beach Day pt. 2!

Below are screenshots that @danteredstonexiv​ had taken during our photoshoot, and are perhaps some of my favorites of these two. <3

Edit; it would help if I tagged the right person. :’D

[artisangoldfish]

                                     @danteredstonexiv ‘s Muse!

Traditional Doodles || Still kinda? Accepting

[shenani-gan]

why are you so such a bad ass?! ♥

“Well ain’t that a good question. Don’t know. Never really thought of myself as one, but seems to be a common consensus. I just do what’s gotta be done, when it needs doin’. Wafflin’ about, sitting on me haunches never solved anything and if you leave it laying there too long, things get messy. Didn’t think of myself as a badass though, but thank you.”

[fulcrum-agent]

12. A happy memory

The boy follows along behind her, almost as if he were a lost puppy. While she still acts as though it annoys her, she's actually gotten used to it and would feel a little lonely if he didn't.

She'd met him when she first arrived at the Studium, which seems like a lifetime ago, given that their graduation was just on the horizon. At the time, she'd been the youngest student allowed into the scholastic institution, and this caused ostracisation by her new peers.

Except for the boy following along behind her. It didn't cause him to become a total pariah as she had. But many students distanced themselves from him after he was insistent about becoming her friend.

At first, she refused to answer him. She would just stare mutely as he tried to make conversation with her until she was able to find a way to exit. With how the other students treated her, she couldn't trust his intentions, not at first.

But he persisted.

In their first year at the Studium, he would always sit beside her, despite the fact she would sit at the back of the room. During lunchtime, he'd join her at whatever empty table he found her at. He'd walk with her between classes, then walk her home after their studies ended.

The entire time, she didn't speak a word to him. At first, he'd try to engage her in conversation by asking questions, however, eventually, he simply would talk without actively trying to engage. He would complain about their coursework, about their teachers, about the different happenings around Sharlayan. Interspersed amid the more mundane topics, he'd compliment her on something - her test performances, her ability in the training yards, how she was dressed. He always found a reason to laud her every single day.

On the very last day of their first year, as he was walking her home and giving her praise for her final grade, she finally spoke.

"Why?" she asks, coming to a halt.

The question and her sudden ceasing of movement throw the boy off-guard, causing his jaw to drop as he turns to look at her. It's not like he never heard her speak, as she would answer questions in classes all the time, but she's never spoken to him.

"Why what, Claire?" he returns, seeking clarification before giving an answer.

She motions to him, her confusion filling her features as she repeats, "Why?"

He knows what she's asking, he knew before trying to get her to clarify it. He wants to hear her actually say it, and so he evades answering once more.

"What about me, Claire?" he answers in kind before he starts holding his breath again.

Anger mixes with the confusion that covers her features as she stamps her foot and motions at him again, a little more violently than the first time.

"Why have you done all this, Arik?" she demands more forcefully. "Why haven't you given up? Why haven't you done something horrible to me like the rest of them? Why me?"

His breath is slowly released as each question is asked of him, a broad smile breaking across his lips. Despite her eternal silence, she'd noticed everything.

Grinning, he reaches for the satchel she's clinging to, intent on carrying it for her. She initially refuses to release the object, continuing to study his features for a long moment, particularly his eyes. Something in his bright light-blue gaze gives her pause before she surrenders the bag to him.

Emboldened, he reaches up and places his palm against her cheek as he murmurs, "...because you deserve better, Claire. Why else would I do it?"

Her arm had raised, intent on striking him. But his words cause her to freeze, hand more appearing to reach than to strike all a sudden. For all the threat of violence, his hand remains right where it's at, continuing to smile at her.

That smile widens as he feels her hand lower and lightly grip his upper arm. As much as he's dying to kiss her, lips instead find their way to her forehead in compromise. Her startled little gasp at the affection fills his chest with a warm but silent roar.

Flushing, she steps away and diverts her eyes towards the road that will lead to her parents' estate.

"I-- I need to get home soon, Arik," she murmurs. "Can we-- can we please continue?"

A nod is given in answer as he turns to walk beside her. He's absolutely beaming, even though she doesn't look at him the rest of the way home.

She's finally accepted him, and he's somewhere on cloud nine.

((Thanks for the ask, @danteredstonexiv! This memory takes place around the time Claire’s barely 12.))

[balance-maintained]

“you sound so pretty when you moan”

less cringy NSFW/intimacy memes

Adhira pauses in her plucking of pomegranate flesh, white nails stained pink from her attempts to satisfy her fruitful need. Her tongue rolls over plush lips, collecting stray droplets of juice on it as green eyes flicker to the hyur. 

“Forgive us, we seem to have gotten a touch indulgent in one of our favorites.” She speaks calmly, a little coo rising in her throat as her lengthy tail sways out slowly behind her. “We had not meant to moan; though, we are quite flattered that you find such a carnal noise from us... pretty?” Lips curl then into a sly little smirk as scintillating green eyes seem to glow in the dim light. 

@danteredstonexiv

[fulcrum-agent]

😚 Kiss my muse on the cheek

Curiosity killed the cat.

Thankfully, she was neither Miqo'te nor Hrothgar, and while her curiosity has gotten her killed a few times, her satisfaction always brought her back. She never particularly appreciates the trip home when such happens, but it usually doesn't take all that long for her return.

Aside from this last time, but that was sort of an exceptional situation, and she'd never let such happen again.

So, rather than stare at the man's tattoos from across the room, she bounces up to his table. Halting right beside him, she leans over until she's entirely bent at her waist, peering at the tribal designs with her face not even an ilm from his.

Of course, that's when she sees the strange details of his eyes. Now that she's that close to his face.

Leaning sideways and twisting her torso, the man suddenly finds her face right before his, the tip of her nose practically touching his. Crimson eyes cross a little as she inspects his pupils, her curiosity more than written across her features.

Face shifting to the right of his, she manages to lean even further forward as she studies the pupil of that eye. Clawed hands are now lightly gripping his shoulders for balance, and her lips briefly rest on his cheek for a long moment, due to the proximity.

All a sudden, those lips pucker and plant a proper kiss right where they're at, smooching his cheek before she leans back with a giggle.

"Are you some kinda demon?" she finally asks. "Eyes like those don't happen every day, y' know!"

((Thanks for the ask, @danteredstonexiv! Though I’m sure somewhere, Epis’ master is screaming, “Epis, NO!” XD))

[lighttheabyss]

“If you turn your back on me again, you better be bending over.”

Khaida grinned at Dante, licking her lips. "That better be a promise~. Or I'll be very sad."

[chameleon-cryptid]

❤️- For a secret crush

“I guess Amelia. It’s more like...I find her attractive, and she’s fun to hang out with, and nice and intelligent. I’m not sure if that’s a crush or not. If I was single, I might pursue her. But at present, it would be unfair for me to pursue someone who wasn’t Romeo because...well, Romeo wouldn’t like it. And also, he’s the only one I really -want- to pursue. He’s an acquired taste, sure. But once you’ve acquired it, you don’t really want any other drinks.”