#destisea

[lunarscaled-08152025]

YEEEEEEEEEEEHAWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!! 🤠💥🤠💥🤠💥🤠💥

?? CAN I HELP YOU? GET OUT OF HERE? NO GUNS ALLOWED.

[girlfox]

tips his hat at her. " ma'am " / ahem m m boothill's sayin hi

❛   𝐎𝐇? ❜   𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐕𝐔𝐋𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐄   𝐖𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍   appears   smitten   with   her   newfound   acquaintance,   in   the   fluttering   of   feathery   eyelashes   and   the   tips   of   manicured   fingers   dancing   along   her   maw   in   the   soft   suppression   of   a   mellow   giggle.   she   softens   her   gaze   towards   the   man,   retaining   a   well   practiced   smile━━━one   that   has   been   perceived   by   the   masses   over   years   as   the   dulcet   expression   of   the   foxian   jewel,   heartfelt   &   spellbinding      vocalist.   (      an   epithet   perhaps   not   as   familiar   as   penacony's   dear   robin,   but   alas   )

    ahri   teases,   ❛      have   wrinkles   set   in   beyond   my   years?      ❜   finger   tips   hovering   over   the   apple   of   her   cheek,   before   falling   into   an   interlock   with   parallel   appendage   at   her   forefront.   ❛   i'd   prefer   ahri,   if   it's   all   the   same   to   you.   ❜

    suddenly,   steely   eyes   flicker   behind   the   other,   drawn   to   a   commotion   that   seemed   to   be   nearing   'round   the   bend.   ears   pin   back   some.   ❛   in   need   of   a   distraction?   ❜   the   vulpine   one   inquires,   though   her   gaze   remains   wholly   stuck   on   what   lays   in   the   wake   of   his   path:   there   is   a   cacophony   of   yelling   and   shuffling   now,   and   they're   mere   feet   away━━━

    hand   rises   in   an   effortlessly   elegant   motion,   wrist   bending   and   digits   casting   a   circular   gesture,   as   if   palming   a   large,   incorporeal   pearl.   no   sooner   does   an   orb   of   sunset   hue   woosh   to   life   in   a   crush   of   shimmering   opalescence   and   wisps   of   other   worldly   smoke.   through   narrowed   lips,   ahri   blows   it   from   her   grasp   akin   to   sending   off   an   adoring   kiss.   it   crawls   through   the   air   in   a   twirl   of   sickly   sweet   aromas,   quickly   enrapturing   intruders   moments   before   spilling   into   their   space.

    another   flick   of   wrist   commands   the   smoky   spell   to   guide   the   tangle   of   men   in   the   opposite   direction,   completely   consuming   their   senses   for   the   time   being.

    ❛      you   should   start   running,      ❜   ahri   turns   towards   the   other   once   more,   shifting   a   step   out   of   his   way.   an   abundance   of   ivory   tails   fan   all   about   her   in   lotus   formation,   before   hastily   bundling   together   into   a   singular   appendage   as   she   pivots.   ❛   we'll   meet   again,      ❜   the   fox   assures,   the   sound   of   miniature   bells   chiming   from   earrings   as   she   juts   her   chin   in   the   direction   of   his   next   path   forward,   urging   him   on.

[darabeatha]

/ W WWHA!!!!!? FOR ME!!!?

[lunarscaled-08152025]

wuya in raven form, picking up tiny lyric and flying away...

-> HELP? BIRD KIDNAPPING?

[nicomara]

another kaeri muse for me to love on omg . ..

CHINHANDS. another kaeri muse for me to aggressively throw at rhys? check! i don't know if any of your muses are prepared for a bouncy, bossy, penny-counting, hot mess with way too much pink hair. but here she comes anyway! CATCH.

[holyscorch-a]

there is a softness in crimson's gaze that follows the stranger's response to his query. such a simple answer, yet it underlies beneath perhaps old tales that suggested there was a time when this one -- war - bound and calloused hands, had a time of respite. he is reminded that those who are plagued in war and ashen - flames are often those who simply wanted to live in quiet peace and relief. ( but sometimes, even with the control at the very cusp of their lives, they don't get to make those decisions for themselves. )

crimson seems to snap out of his thoughts, realizing that he too would offer an inquiry. his lips curl up into a small smile. so he can sense it even behind this form. he nods, hands folded together as he offers him a small, but polite bow. to so boldly ask him something rather personal before even addressing himself .... he didn't intend to be rude.

" yes .... i am. i am a bit of an old man, so i am fortunate to have lived long enough to experience many wonderful things. naturally, i had my strives ... but, i am thankful, nonetheless. my family ... i suppose in a sense, they are the most familiarity i had when i experienced my most turbulent days. "

@destisea / cont.

[deathkin]

@destisea [ boothill ] : ❝ i think 'bout you constantly. ❞

it's a comfort, really, to know that you are loved so deeply to be on your lover's mind constantly. to plague them in ways that leaves their chest warmㅤ&ㅤfuzzy, to haunt them that makes their bones ache in the best ways. with jericho? fuji wished her presence made his whole body ache with joy, love, warmth,ㅤ&ㅤcomfort. if she could, she'd live in the cage of his chest. if fuji could, she would feast upon the magic that fuels his core, to take all of him into her beingㅤ-ㅤto be hisㅤ&ㅤhim to be a part of her. always. he would understand, wouldn't he? but she also knows . . . . that the idea of blowing up would really suck.

so when digits push thick locks from her face, silver eyes gaze upon the other with dreams in her eyes. if hearts could swirl about the crown of her head, they would be numerous,ㅤ&ㅤobnoxious. she could listen to his voice for hours, weeks, years, eternityㅤ&ㅤit would never grow old. no, it would bloom flowers, gardens, forests of her love, adoration, pride,ㅤ&ㅤloyalty, her devotionㅤ:ㅤall for him, for jericho, whom fuji would give everything of herself to if he so desired. " i think of you with every breath i take, my love. " fuji smiles so sweetly, with fangs peeking behind soft tiers. if she could, which she very well could, fuji would trap this moment in time, seal the memory away within an objectㅤ&ㅤreturn to it every time she missed his presence.

she would do this when he inevitably leaves for his work. fuji would stave off the hunger of her lover's presence with this memory, allow undead heart to feel what it would be like to feel human again. slender digits come up, in a playful stalk of skittering,ㅤ&ㅤshe traces the planes of metal, where he was cold. fuji found comfort, where his face would be claimed, his warmth felt scorching. she would burn herself upon his touch. " so think of me with every step, every breath, every need you have of me. " fuji teases, thumb rubbing against strong jawline. " i love you. eternally, jericho. till the sun dies out, till the world grows cold. "

[deathkin]

@destisea ( boothill ) : ❝ what’s the hurry baby? ya got some place to be? ❞

it was common for jericho to spend a few nights within fuji's humble abodeㅤ;ㅤhowever, it was uncommon for the man to wake up when fuji slips out of those loving arms to start her day. when she sits at the edge to begin tying thick locks of velour with strong handmade ribbonsㅤ-ㅤan arm wraps around her waistㅤ&ㅤthe all knowing grin begins to grow from pleased, well rested simper. " mm, you know i cannot stay too far from you, my love. " when her hair is tied, fuji turns to look upon the beautiful sight. where mismatched locks frame her husband's body in mesmerizing curves, where they follow the length of his arms, down the expanse of his back. perfectㅤ;ㅤhe was so perfect.

" i was sure i tired you out last night. you left me to bathe by myself, cowboy. " the low chuckle that escapes boothill sends a shiverㅤ&ㅤthrill along the expanse of fuji's skinㅤ-ㅤsuch a wonderful sound. he loved it. " sleep, jericho. you need all your rest, " but the gentle touch of lips pressing upon bare skin of fuji's hip has her grinning wideㅤ;ㅤher visage kissed with pink high upon her cheeks. " you're driving a very hard bargain. " she could stay within the arms of her husband. or she can get up to start the day, boothill would enjoy the sight of fuji dressing in front of him. more often than not. " haa . . . fine, you've convinced me. " boothill hadn't uttered a word or made any other gesture, " i will stay. but only because i hate leaving the bed without you in the mornings. "

it doesn't take long after for fuji to shift in bedㅤ&ㅤlay down once more. immediately diving into the warmth of her lover's armsㅤ-ㅤperfect, he was perfect. this was perfect. everything. even if it was nothing more than embraceㅤ;ㅤhere, there was peaceㅤ&ㅤhappinessㅤ&ㅤsafety. here, fuji was truly home. in this bed, in jericho's arms tucked under his chinㅤ&ㅤa leg tucked between both his own. jericho was home. " there . . . " she comments aloud, " just as it should be. " pleased with her own decision to return to bed with practically no further motivator. she hums, content when a set of lips press themselves against the crown of her head. but it doesn't take long for fuji to pick her head up, " you missed, handsome. are you sure you're a proper, hotshot gunslinger? "

the look the vampire gets is enough to drive a giggle out of soft tiers before reaching up to press a kiss upon those familiar lips. each one a softly written promiseㅤ:ㅤyou're perfect. you're everything. you're radiant. you're mine. i am yours . . . i love you.