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@vulpesque
hiyas fam bois whoever’s left-
if it wasn’t obvious already, i’m pretty much gonna take meg to a full up hiatus. add me on discord shiinaboi #4566 (let me know who ya’lls are). i’m probably gonna be making a low activity fate multimuse to keep up my writing so if you want the url, you can ask me on discord. likely gonna be friends/mutuals from here and a few others that i’ll open up to at first.
thanks for everything and hopefully meg will come back to me soon!!
The Fox and the Hound (1981) sentence starters
“ We met it seems, such a short time ago”
“ Yet from your sadness, our happiness grew”
“ I remember how we used to play.”
“ I recall those rainy days”
“ I find, we’re both alone.”
“ Goodbye may seem forever, farewell is like the end.”
“ But in my heart’s a memory, and there you’ll always be.”
“ you’re my best friend.”
“ And we’ll always be friends forever. Won’t we?”
“Yeah, forever”
“ Oh no, not my friend (name). He/she won’t ever change.”
“ I hope you’re right.”
“ Darling, forever is a long, long time, and time has a way of changing things.”
“ Listen good, (name), ‘cause it’s either education or elimination.”
“ What are you smelling?”
“ I’m on the trail of something.”
“ I don’t know yet.”
“ Why it’s… it’s you.”
“What’d you do that for?”
“ We’re supposed to do that when we find what we’ve been tracking.”
“ We’re still friends, right?”
“ His ears are almost as big as yours.”
“ That’s not the part you gotta worry about.”
“ Gosh, look at those teeth.”
“ That’s the part you gotta worry about!”
“ I’ll let you go this one time.”
“ You better believe it, (name), yes siree.”
“ You mean (name) is gonna be my enemy?”
“ I don’t want to see you get killed.”
“ You trigger-happy lunatic! Give me that gun!”
“ Why, you blasted female…”
“ Watch it, that thing’s loaded.”
“ I think I did a good job tracking down those varmints for ya.”
“ I bet you’d be good at playing Hide and Seek! Wanna try it”
“ Can I use my nose?”
“ if it’s the last thing I do, I’ll get you for this!”
“ get back in there before I break your other leg”
“ Well, well. Company has come to see the invalid.”
“ How do you like that? They didn’t even ask how I’m feeling.”
“ A worm for breakfast? Yuck!”
“ That temper of yours is going to get you into a lot of trouble someday.”
“ Temper? Temper? you ain’t seen my temper!”
“so… did you miss me?”
❛ no. ❜
not even a second of hesitation in her answer, but the door is opened to her old old mentor with the same lack of pause. as icy blues meet pink counterparts, she wondered if it came as a surprise to him, to open the door after being invited by an infamous informant, only to find the once-bratty kid that gave him a run for his money.
as he’s ushered inside, she permits him to take his time before gesturing to the sofa, ❛ so, you’re still looking for trouble at every corner are you ? or is trouble the one finding you these days ? ❜ a brow raised, but she gives him little time to answer. she doubted he would take the trouble of a trip to mistral if not for business. her fist rises to her mouth as she clears her throat.
❛ i’m glad you’re still alive && kicking. hope you don’t plan on retiring soon… ❜ there’s almost a tinge of sadness, && concern. even when she was only his student, she knew that he was constantly overworking himself, practicing self-destructive tendencies that were all-too familiar,❛ we should grab a drink before we get serious. while you’re here. sadly, i found out i was lactose intolerant. so no milk this round. ❜
5 word prompts / na. || @qrwvviid
❥░▐ — ᴋʜᴀᴢ:
@vulpesque | liked for a starter
the coyote was lazily lounging on a sofa, laying down stomach first onto the cushions, his neck resting against the arm rest. he didn’t want to work, for once he felt more exhausted than anything, drained of any energy he may have previously had before.
“ boss– can i jus’ lay here for a lil’ while longer? it’s a nice warm day & i wanna take some time off. “
a hand descends to ruffle ash-blonde locks with the typical gentleness that accompanied the vixen in the presence of welcome company. the sight of a tired khaz was just another indication of how human he truly was. && she was more than happy to enable that side of him.
❛ no, you need to work ‘til you drop dead, ❜ spoken in mocked strictness before a roll of ice blues, before sincerity returns, ❛ take the day to yourself. you deserved a break. i’d offer a vacation, but you’re such a workaholic, i worry you’ll just use it to find more work. ❜
ᴍᴠ . craft && trade
❥░▐ — ᴋᴀꜱᴜᴍɪ:
She has to admit that she is pleased by what she had found with the wide variety of her clientele. She looks up when the bell rings, watching a tailed woman enter her store. She offers a warm, gentle smile towards her new potential client.
“Welcome to Junan Jewelry,” Kasumi says warmly to her. “What can I do for you?”
@vulpesque has met another who shares her craft.
the shop is modest but by no means unimpressive. the welcome received is kind-hearted, sincere, almost familiar. a smile creeps to her face before meg can even recognize it herself, && she finds herself instinctively moving tow- ard the shopkeeper.
a ring is fished delicately from a velvet bag that initially resided in her pocket. it's deposed on the counter, soft blue jewel glimmering still despite the age on the band itself. the faunus' gaze sits on the ring a moment before moving upward toward the woman, ❛ i was hoping i could get this resized. it's a gift from my mother, from... a while ago. i tried to slip it on && found it was a little tight. i'm glad to see the shop's still open. my mom will be pleased. ❜
❥░▐ — ᴊᴀᴅᴇ:
“I bought some ramen before coming over. There’s still some on the table if you want,“ Jade remarked as she took a moment to fish the electronic cigarette out of her pocket along with a slim black flip phone, “I didn’t come ta visit for business… I just…”
She seemed to aimlessly click through opened messages and then flipping the phone closed.
“I just wanted to see you again…” she flipped the e-cig between each of her fingers and sighed, “Just relax n’ not think about shit for a while.”
cheeks inflate momentarily, arms crossed as if offended by the statement, ❛ don’t tell me you assumed by default i was this disorganized, ❜ the statement meant more lighthearted than anything, but a smile soon lights up pale face, ❛ glad you’re here. i could use a break from business. ❜
the gestures to the device do not go unnoticed, but remain unstated. the older vulpine knew all-too well the dangers && traceability of such electronics, preferring the old fashion pigeon over the frightening new tech. a xenophobe when it came advancement, evidently.
❛ everything alright ? ❜ questioned, hand hesitantly reaching for the other’s shoulder in a comforting grasp.
BOLD WHAT YOUR MUSE CAN DO.
bake a cake from scratch. ride a horse. drive a submarine. speak a second language. dance.catch a fish. play an instrument. throw a punch. build a deck. ice skate. unclog a drain. program a computer. change a flat tire. fire a gun. sew. juggle. play poker. paint. fly a kite. sculpt. write poetry. change a diaper. sing. shoot a bow & arrow. ride a bike. swim. sail a boat. do a backflip. play chess. give cpr. pitch a tent. flirt. stitch a wound. read palms. use chopsticks. write in cursive / calligraphy. use an electric drill. braid hair. make a campfire.make a mixed drink. do sudoku puzzles. wrap a gift. give a good massage. jump-start a car. roll their tongue. magic tricks. do yoga. tie a tie. skip a rock. shuffle a deck of cards.read morse code. pick a lock.
tagged @qrwvviid an angel tagging steal it you cowards
ʀᴡʙʏ ᴀᴇsᴛʜᴇᴛɪᴄs
Repost. Do not Reblog. Bold what applies to your muse. Italicise what they don’t acknowledge. Feel free to add!
ᴡᴇᴀᴘᴏɴs
single part. multi-part. it’s also a gun. it’s surprisingly not a gun. bow. gatling. automatic. revolver. semi-automatic. rifle. machinegun. railgun. shotgun. handgun. single barrel. double barrel. 3+ barrels. spring-loaded. single dust. multi-dust. combination dust. long range. short range. midrange. flexible. single blade(in the past). multiple blades. one edge. two edged. single hand. two-handed. dual wield. katana. spear. naginata. trident. nunchucks. staff. quarterstaff. bo staff, double-bladed. detachable. expandable. collapsible. sectional staff. knives. sai. wakizashi. tanto. daisho. battle fan. longsword. mace. spiked mace. flail. brass knuckles. gauntlets. greaves. dust. slingshot. camera. improbable weapon. hard light. shield. hammer. purse. claws. scythe. whip.
ᴅᴜsᴛ
gravity. lightning. wind. fire. earth. volcanic. ash. ice. time. steam. plant. energy. protective. defensive. offensive. healing. infused. bullets. forged. cut. uncut. powder. combined.
ᴄᴏᴍʙᴀᴛ ɢᴇᴀʀ
boots. heels. wedges. combat boots. combat skirt. dress. shorts. miniskirt. cape. side cape. gloves. fingerless gloves. long gloves. mask. long sleeves. short sleeves. armor. sneakers. jeans. shorts. leggings. stockings. hoodie. formal wear. stealth gear. heavy combat gear.fashionable. utilitarian. comfortable. reduces friction. stamina building. neutral colors. bright colors. dark colors. pastels. layered. single layer. tight fit. loose fit. perfect fit. corset. themed. brand-name. handmade. knee-high socks. dust-infused. constant wardrobe changes. same outfit with repairs. classy dresser. sloppy dresser.
ɢʀɪᴍᴍ
with them. against them. flying. prowling. beowolves. ursa. two legged. four legged. multi-legged. old. young. sentient. aggressive. passive. ornate mask. simple mask. geist. arma gigas. multi-headed. griffon. seer. tentacles. wings. multiple wings. multiple limbs.humanoid. rational. grimmspawning. i’d rather not, thanks.
ᴜɴɪǫᴜᴇ
wizard. maiden. winter. summer. fall. spring. inheritor. silver eyes. shapeshifter. faunus. human. grimmspawn. goddess. god. deity. messenger. fairy tale. myth. legend. historical figure. uninspired.
sᴇᴍʙʟᴀɴᴄᴇ
elemental. enhances an internal trait. enhances an external trait. increases your power. increases another’s power. multiple people. one person. enhancement. enchantment.theft. death. luck. misfortune. emotional. stoic. glyphs. summoning. movement of objects. gained though sadness. gained through happiness. gained unexpectedly. so like you to gain. inherited power. first of its kind. nullifies something. nullifies someone else. self-harming.taxing. controllable. uncontrollable. attracts. repels. forceful. gentle. deadly. benign. explosive. implosive. manipulative. shadows. light. isolating. clones. travel. undiscovered.
ᴇʏᴇs
blue. green. gray. red. orange. multicolored. heterchromia. constantly changing. silver. yellow. purple. indigo. black. dualchrome. slitted pupils. unusual pupils. blind. odd sclera. no iris. no pupil.
ᴀᴜʀᴀ
infinite. unbound. deathless. protection. paragon. virtue. glory. sin. ruin. passing. immortal. bloody. growing. stagnant. renegade. finite. fated. destiny. shackled. pedestal. forgotten. hungry. wrathful. fractured. artificial. simple. complicated. mourned.
ʀᴇɢɪᴏɴ
vale. atlas. vytal. vacuo. menagerie. mantle. patch. beacon. haven. shade. alsius. signal.unaffiliated. bandits. grimmlands.
ᴀʟʟɪᴀɴᴄᴇ
humanity. destruction. survival. white fang. military. schnee. ozpin. salem.
Tagged: @unfxxful like 10 million years ago whoops i still luv you nev Tagging: ya’ll
“it’s just a cut, really.”
❛ – just a cut ? ❜ echoed interruption cuts any measly attempt or excuse. lips contorted in disappointed pout, brows frowning, even as the words are hardly unexpected, coming from khaz, of all individuals.
lithe digits take hold of the injured arm in question, a gentle firmness in her grip as it is meticulously inspected by pale blue optics. once the analysis is completed, a sigh is heaved, heavy yet relieved.
❛ regardless of your superhuman healing, you still feel pain, i know it, ❜ whispered softly, brimming with concern, ❛ && that makes me hurt too. you’re too selfless to dismiss it yourself, but you don’t take into account that there are people who care for you, deeply. ❜
the hand on his skin slackened, instead, forehead comes closer to make gentle contact with his own, ❛ i need you to stay safe. for my sake as much as yours. ❜
5 word prompts / na. || @koxote
five word prompts
[inspired by this]
“actually… i just miss you.”
“alright, i’ll leave you alone.”
“and slowly… i was forgotten.”
“and then everything just disappears.”
“and where do i go?”
“anyone could tell from here.”
“are you finishing that or…?”
“are you stupid or stupid?”
“anything, just call me, okay?”
“bitch better have my money.”
“bro… that’s so… not cool…”
“but did you do it?”
“call me now. it’s urgent.”
"can’t you listen to me?”
“cross that. don’t answer that.”
“don’t even think about it.”
“don’t you dare walk away.”
“do it. i dare you.”
“did you think i forgot?”
“eventually… you just move on.”
“even if you still do.”
“everything will fall into place.”
“fight me, you attractive stranger.”
“for once, i need you.”
“for once… i was right.”
“for once… i was wrong.”
“forget i even asked you.”
“forget it. you fucking suck.”
“fuck’s sake, what’s your problem?”
“fuck off. i mean it.”
“give and take. that’s life.”
“great. perfect. nice. fuck this.”
“have you lost your mind?”
“hello? it’s me. i was-”
“hey… that wasn’t so nice.”
“here’s a glass of whatever.”
“how about a hug, hm?”
“how about you make me?”
“i haven’t forgot you yet.”
“i can’t be around you.”
“i don’t need you, really.”
“i don’t need this now.”
“is this your first time?”
“it’s just a cut, really.”
“it wasn’t me, i swear!”
“i said i love you.”
“just don’t fuck it up.”
"just… come back alive, okay?”
“just make sure you’ve eaten.”
“kick his ass for me.”
“killed him? wait, what, literally?”
“life really sucks. feel better.”
“letting go hurts… a lot.”
“let me live, will you?”
“no, i don’t need you.”
“nothing can hurt me now.”
“nothing matters anymore to me.”
“okay it was me… so?”
“people lie all the time.”
“pipe the fuck down, asshole.”
“please, you can’t die now.”
“please don’t leave me alone.”
“quiet. they can hear us.”
“quick! give me your phone!”
“quicker, you freaking piece of-”
“quit it or i’ll bite.”
“quit staring! they’ll notice us!”
"really? do i look stupid?”
“real smooth, tripping over air.”
“rise and shine, sweet thing.”
“rise and fucking shine, motherfucker.”
“seriously? give me a break.”
“so… what are we now?”
“so… did you miss me?”
“so… can we go eat?”
“so… when’s the next flight?”
“so… how did everything go?”
“sometimes, i wish you died.”
“so what? you did it.”
“time passes slower without you.”
“then what do you suggest?”
“the fuck? who are you?”
“then you tell me why.”
“this is not working out.”
“this isn’t what i wanted.”
“this is all a fucking disaster.”
“when did it all happen?”
“who knew you’d be here?”
“why do i even bother?”
“why do i love you?”
“why didn’t you tell me?”
“you’re just… so, so stupid.”
“you can’t be here now.”
“you look like an accident.”
“you really need to go.”
“you know who to call.”
"zero fucks given. next please.”
She's hooked her legs around the dragon's waist and her arms loosely around their neck, visage pressed against his chest with a muffled, ' don't let go. '
@vulpesque
Hands are gentle in their encompassing of theother’s smaller, lithe form. Fingers intertwiningwithin the scrunched up fabric of their shirt, liftingthem up higher so that they’re firmly settled againsttheir chest. Hands gently coming to pat the back oftheir back, before a hand presses into the back oftheir head, holding them there as the DRAGON sighsgently, breath escaping through their nostrils.
“Never,” their words were gentle, merely squeezing themas gently as possible. Oh, what they meant to the DRAGON.What beautiful and astounding things they were able to rouseup within this battered body of theirs. What tragic and intensefeelings that surged within them whenever she breathed herconcerns or deigned it appropriate to patter little kisses on hisface in hopes of brightening his mood.
Oh, how he loved his NIGHTINGALE.
“Never,” they repeat, as lips are pressed into the top of their head,kissing their scalp and squeezing them ever more tightly.
squishes her cheeks wit' a lil' smile teetering on his lips. the big dragon is feeling playful.
the soreness is an easy price to pay for the attention, even as she notices there’s more flesh stored in her cheeks than she last remembered. finger lightly boops their nose to capture their focus, lips slightly pursed from the affectionate smothering, ❛ – love you too. ❜
unprompted / aa. || @hcpebled
bleps
disgustang
put that tongue back in your mouth, murder man.
unprompted / aa. || @unfxxful
gonna dive headfirst into my inbox && throw those out. drafts will be a while mostly because i have really bad pain and my chair isn’t helping so i can’t be on too long. i’m really sorry on people waiting on me !! i promise, i have you in mind c: please stay safe && hydrated friends
❥░▐ — ʀᴀᴠᴇɴ:
❝ That doesn’t surprise me. ❞ it was hummed, though she held her tongue from saying anything more. Qrow rarely speaking of her? A small blow, however, expected. But the comment on her hospitality – should she be more careful to seem more like the rumors?
This form was an act like all the others, however maybe the fact she was less cruel was what made her more genuine in this moment. That thought was pushed aside, replaced with a raised brow the more Megera spoke.
❝ Hmm, ❞ leaning back onto a palm behind her back, Raven had grasped the handle of fine china to sip the heated drink. Disguising the casual take as her weighing the options given to her. ❝ Forty seems reasonable enough, and the intel,,, ❞
Never would she turn down knowledge, but also was what Megera could find out be worth losing such vital territory? The chieftess was fine with the radius, it still gave the tribe plenty of room to roam, but–
❝ I’ll accept it. ❞ replacing her tea on the table, Raven sat forward with an ever so slight crane of her head. ❝ But,,, what other– what do you know on a woman named Salem?❞
it felt almost too easy, too effortless. the conversation flows much more differently than what meg had anticipated, && she’s almost ashamed of her initial, clearly unwarranted, fear of the other. if anything, it’s morphed into respect ; admiration, almost. it was difficult not to experience some esteem for a good host with a powerful reputation.
pale fingers wrap themselves over the warm beverage, warming for a short moment before lifting the cup to her lips, wisps of steam licking at her face as she does so. blue hues do not leave contrasting red ones as she does, a sign of both attentiveness && manners.
it’s anticipation for the response that keeps her leaning ever so slightly forward. breath is held as the tea is placed back down. amazed by the short time the chief takes to contemplated the offers, a smile is cracked upon acceptance.
there is an ounce of suspicion, however, at how swiftly it was done. something tells her a bird may have something to do with it. either way, she isn’t about to spoil what she would consider a victory over something hypothetical.
the name invoked is ancient, unfortunately familiar. there’s an instant change in disposition, tensing, lips thinning into a straight line as eyes grow cold, distance. when she speaks, it’s dry, curt, to the point.
❛ i know enough not to meddle, i’m sorry if that poses an inconvenience. ❜
❥░▐ — Qʀᴏᴡ:
She’s quick. He’ll give her that much - and well balanced judging by how quickly she recovers from his punt. If only she had the patience to actually read him she’d be a lot more effective - he knew she’d just throw herself into this, kids always did when they think they have something to prove. Hell, he used to be exactly the same - some would say he still sports that mindset. Of course, Qrow would disagree but the people he knows are very persuasive when it comes down to it.
The jab at his age is met with a slight flinch - honestly Qrow’s more offended that she thinks he moves like an old man. He did just sidestep her first attack effectively and without exerting more energy than he needed to right? She must be fighting a different person. Though, she’s still talking so there’s that much going for him right now. “And you’re movin’ like a brat that don’t know what she’s gotten herself in for - though not that I was complainin’. You gotta be my most interesting brat for months now.”
The punch does catch him off guard slightly - though not enough that Qrow is thrown by it. A hand appears between them as scarred fingers wrap around her fist (a much better one that the times before that she’s attempted it, granted) and tighten just a bit more than they really need to. He’s had kids like her sent to him before - having lost someone or something and all but falling apart or burying themselves in some kind of pent up anger that needs venting. It’s embarrassing to admit to the number of kids he’s tried this same approach with and Qrow’s ended up the one in the dust. “Are ya even tryin’ anymore kid?”
At least Tai would tell him it’s embarrassing. He did teach Qrow pretty much all he knows - including the next move the Branwen attempts with the girl’s fist still gripped in a single hand, his other still buried in his pocket and his posture slumped. He quirks an eyebrow at her and a slight lopsided smirk before attempting to hook her front leg from underneath her. If he can just push her off balance in his hold then she’s a goner and he’s proven right in record time. Though, if she catches on and repositions herself - Qrow is sure he’s likely to meet the dust again.
no meaning was associated to any steps or sequence of attacks. it was one attempt after another, disregarding the particular details of the previous failure when trying the next. without purpose, aside from mild provocation on her opponent’s part, there was little else she could muster the motivation to do save follow instinct. flaws only became more && more apparent as there was no energy, no fluidity in the transitions. already, there was regret threatening to make it’s appearance.
a feeling stronger than she care admit wants nothing more than to shut her lips tightly && back away, never to return, nor see this man’s face. another, this one perhaps the more logical of the two, wished to see her lien be put to good use. either way; she’d already recognized that the banter between the two of them would only end up a waste of breath. whatever he hoped to extract from her, the faunus would not permit any semblance of emotions to be spoken aloud. that would only lead to a downward spiral && an inevitable repeat of history.
at this moment, the only product from youth && immaturity was the inability to place things into perspective. this one loss jumbled a world once-familiar. now tumbling into the unknown once more, she’s afraid, but welcomes it over the alternative of facing what she’d seen happen, right before her eyes. this coach, tutor, whatever his title may be, was fundamentally still a huntsman. && likely also wound up in life-threatening situations. already, she feels a heart she believes too weak tug, if only a little.
❛ you want something from me. i can tell. you’re going to have to work for it, though. ❜
the pull of gravity to her figure from his leg hooking within hers is enough to drown any other thought. expression is panicked for a fraction, disliking how her fist could not move as it was released to late for her arm to aid her in returning to her former stance. instead, tail straightens, untouched leg slides outward, away from her assailant. she’s on her feet, or at least partially, teetering toward the wobbly side.
the foot of her back leg suddenly shifts, heel lifting from the dirt && propelling smaller frame forward, aiming her head toward his chest. it’s held back, muted, not wanting to bruise or harm. in fact, there’s hesitation as she does so, even as there is anger that remains, although now diluted, within her veins.
OUT OF ARROWS || tried to go through some drafts and i’ve got this intense pain in my shoulder. i’m really sorry if you’re waiting on me, i’ll try and work on things tomorrow.
