#— ahri interactions.

[evelicious]

[ text : 자기야 👑 💜 ] ⸺ have you already decided what you'll dress up as, for halloween ? [ text : 자기야 👑 💜 ] ⸺ i've been browsing around for some ideas but they all sound boring (˃̣̣̥ᯅ˂̣̣̥) [ text : 자기야 👑 💜 ] ⸺ maybe i should dress up as a mushroom ...

[       𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭     …     (   pretty  fox  💋  🦊   )      ]               can't  say  i've  given  it  much  thought  yet

[       𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭     …     (   pretty  fox  💋  🦊   )      ]               a  mushroom?  cute.  maybe  i'll  go  as  a  lotus  root  and  we'll  be  a  few  ingredients  short  of  a  hot  pot  😂

[       𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭     …     (   pretty  fox  💋  🦊   )      ]               we'll  be  the  creators  of  a  whole  new  sexy  veggies  kink 

[girlfox]

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[ferinehuntressmoved]

◈　@jynxd　[ ⋯ ]　Continued Ask .

　⸻ [ A ] HRI BRUSHED ONE OF HER TAILS UP against Jinx's face, her ancient form weakened by these tremors. She couldn't even properly run right now as her hands quaked against her chest. And yet, Jinx refused to listen and she nearly let out a little yip as she moved the tails out of the way to look at her. "Jinx, you do--" The moment Jinx wrapped her arms around Ahri she froze. The young woman confused the feral creature, as she gazed down at the way she embraced her so willingly. What was she going to do with her!?

Her ears flicked up slightly, one lowered a little in confusion but then relaxed as she leaned up and brushed her face up against Jinx's cheek. Her tails started to shift and wrap around Jinx, pulling her close into a sort of blanketed ball of fur and safety. "I'm as old as dirt, I shouldn't be tremoring like this," And yet, she did. It wasn't often, yet when it happened it took hours to make it stop and she found herself crying at times out of desperation to make it stop. She lowered her head and brushed it under Jinx's chin as she curled into her chest.

Quivering hands pressed up against Jinx's stomach, as she whined like a wounded animal, closing her eyes as she tried to find comfort and solace in the woman next to her. She lifted her clawed hand, black fur shaking as the paw pads faced her face before lowering it back down. "Can we just stay here? I don't want to go out right now,"

[heartate]

i have many league muses and if any of u want me to get on them, just yell at me KBSKBJCSD

LIKE. ahri, obviously.

then, morgana (@diveyne), evelynn (@desiren), caitlyn (@90calibre), lux (@prismalit), sivir (@sivunas), syndra (@sundereign), and i'm going to be making blogs for katarina and miss fortune eventually... lol... i also have a vampire oc who has a league au and she runs a casino in piltover with underground levels in zaun (@edensbite)

literally just yell at me "rina get on x muse i have an itch" and i will KJBSDCS

[shimmerbeasts]

Ahri Tag Dump.

[boriys]

@vulpesse sent : this guy looks extremely punchable :3

Irritated : that was the word that could best describe what Boris was feeling while listening to the nearby man drone on and on about things he was clearly ignorant or misinformed about. His nasally voice and know-it-all behaviour was downright grating, setting Boris' teeth on edge. Even though he wasn't directly involved in the conversation, merely being someone who was listening in because of how his obnoxious voice carried (as if he wanted people to hear him preach and agree with his idiocy) he found himself rolling his eyes on more than one occasion. Having such strong opinions while being unknowledgeable, or simply choosing to follow what the majority was saying, was one of those things that just rubbed him the wrong way.

❝ His opinions are dog shit, the twat, ❞ Boris scoffed, though found the corners of his lips threatening to pull up into an amused grin when Ahri spoke her own negative opinion of the man who wore an all too smug expression and, from what he could tell, donned lensless glasses to make himself appear smarter. ❝ Hah! Yes, brilliant! That will make him shut up. Wait, wait. Do you mean to punch him or . . . was just an observation? ❞

[hellsdogs]

❛ how long has it been since you've slept? ❜ ( for jun ♡ )

"Forty-eight hours and you know what? Not my worst. Turns out I can survive eight days before going delirious. Maybe by then, I’ll stab a guy or two—finally have something interesting to write about." The bags under his eyes are enormous, evidence of two sleepless nights filled with an endless cycle of writing and erasing. The article Jun is working on isn't difficult—just another monotonous, uninspiring task handed down by his superiors to keep him in check. "Speaking of which," he muses aloud, "writing about it is as boring as it sounds. I'd rather document you committing murder." To his natural blasé tone, Ahri is used to it, they go way back, to the days they both started taking the paths that would lead them here. Perhaps to anyone else, he would seem like the heartless sociopath he can be, prioritizing a juicy murder for the glory and the press over the neighborhood's safety. "I wouldn’t sell you out, you know. I’d build a legend around you—a beautiful murderess leaving her perfume behind as the only signature for death. Would you do that for me?" The line is spoken with a side smirk, before his eyes meet with her, taking a sip from his drink. Most of his time is spent here now anyway, in the red-light districts, rubbing shoulders with gangs and clans, selling information, which brought more money and excitement into his life than his daily job. "Wait," he says, crooked smile widening. "Were you genuinely worried about me, or do I just look like absolute shit?"

[movedtoferinehuntress]

☾ *  ――  ᴄᴀɪᴛʟʏɴ & ᴀʜʀɪ 「 @vulpesse 」 ≣ Meme (too lazy to search up) = ❝ [ wounded ] sender patches up receiver's wounds ♡  ❞

Light filtered through her eyes, trying to process where exactly she was. Soft rays of sunlight came through the window, the smell of nature wood blending with the hint of a hopeful rainfall against her nose. Her hand lifted to press against her head to try and understand how she came to be in this cottage.

Her memory floated back to the airship. She was visiting with her father, and she had decided to leave the semantics of politics to her father while she decided to explore the region they were act. She preferred her job as a private detective and had taken a few weeks off to go with her father. With the Hexgates, she wouldn't be gone long and would return to Piltover when the time called. Still, she cared so little for her life in the political region and her father seemed to be catching on okay. The wild nature of the landscape is what intrigued her, her brilliant blue eyes sucked into the world that Piltover didn't have. Piltover was streets upon streets of stone and marble, carved to create a city. Yes, she had her Pavilion in the outer forest and her gardens on her estate grounds but this was something else.

The vivid glow of the blossoming flowers that lined the countryside, and the forest looked greener and more radiant in color. The crisp scent of nature filled her nose as she took a breath to admire how freeing it felt. resinous aroma filtered through, from the old trees deeper into the forest. Yet something caught her ears, something yipping. Caitlyn walked around the trees when she spotted a small red creature; a fox. However, it was the trap she spotted, a piltovan design, meant to trap animals, a cruel way of hunting in her opinion. "Easy, easy," Caitlyn whispered, lifting her hands as the ears pressed against her head and the snip of the jaws. The little fox was confrontational out of fear and pain. "I know, it hurts," Caitlyn had always had a natural way with animals; her entire life she talked with animals as if they were her only friends in life. She had a few friends like Jayce and Grayson, but she often spent time talking with the forest in her forest, or the horses at her barns. Animals gravitated toward her and she appreciated their non-judgemental kindness to her. Once the fox had calmed down, she reached over and started to tamper with the device. "I just need to… prick this spring," Caitlyn spoke out loud, pushing back a spring that allowed her to grab the jaws of the trap. "And then, if I pull back just enough, come on little one, lift your leg," Caitlyn said and when the fox started to lift her leg Caitlyn pulled the jaws back quickly and the fox shot out of it.

Her hands pulled back as the teeth clamped shut again and Caitlyn ground. "If you hunt, you use skill, not a damn trap," She muttered picking it up. However, something sent a tingle up her spine, and quickly shifted out of the way as a bullet ran past her head. With a quick shift, she pulled her rifle off her back (never without her tools) and lifted it well-aimed in the direction the bullet came from. The echoing call of the ones who started this. "that was our prize, bitch," The poachers spoke up and Caitlyn just chuckled as she spotted her target through the scope and aimed just right at the edge of his ear. She heard the shout when the bullet whizzed after releasing the bullet and held her ground. "Take your black market deals and get the hell out of here," Caitlyn shouted as she slotted another shot into her rifle, prepared for a fight. Yet all she heard was grumbles and watched them walk off.

That's when something hit her side. Caitlyn cried out in pain as she looked down, seeing something stabbed into her side and then everything went black. The ache on the back of her skull as her visible blurred and faded to black.

As Caitlyn shifted upwards she hissed in pain, the remainder of the wound on her waist as she pulled up her shirt, stained in her red blood, and saw the bandages. "Who?" Caitlyn whispered, groaning in pain as she sat up and wrapped her arm around her abdomen, hand pressed against her right side. Wherever she was, whoever was here, must have tended to her wounds but why? Soft scents of flowers started to filter through her nose, some sweet and others subtle. The fresh hints of the trees filled her nose as she saw their branches inside the hut she was in. Porcelain hands grabbed the side of the bed, trying to push herself up but she moved too fast and spots started to dot the lines of her eyes as she dropped back down to the bed. Leaning forward, she placed her head against her hand and covered her eyes with a groan. "Bad move, Caitlyn," words muttered from her mouth, trying to take a slow breath so the dizzy spell passed.

[prvtocol]

Brows knit before answering, the gravity of this collusion weighs down her narrow shoulder. “That is correct, and I know what it looks like.” Treason. That’s what it is even if Brianne prefers to call it internal politics — politics she must measure in every step she takes to keep SciOps afloat. The steps that bring her before the Resistance are not as careful as she desires. They are desperate — tired of signing contract terminations where the cause is death.

     Requests for increasing the budget fall on deaf ears. The viability of her sector continues to be the topic of the board’s concern as more and more labs fail to meet their deadlines to produce viable services for the RDA. The catch: if they cannot safely go into the field, they cannot complete their research. She can only remind the board so many times that the laurels won by Dr. Garvin finding amrita in the skulls of the tulkun rested on him freely and safely traversing the oceans. 

     Chin lifts an increment, coloring herself impressed by Ahri’s assessment. The young Sarentu warrior keenly displays her wisdom in the intricacies of such an exchange and the risk it brings forth to both parties. She speaks with patience and consideration, showing appreciation for her conversation partner with it, all highly admirable qualities in the eyes of the director. What an unexpected confidant to find in the Western Frontier among the Resistance and the Na’vi. How easy it is to extend her hand.

     And hand she does extend, small tepid pink digits finding those much larger to give a gently firm grasp, partaking in a very human gesture of confidence. There it stays until after she expresses her gratitude.

     “Thank you, Miss Ahri," sincerity coloring her tone. "For believing in my goal to protect the scientists under my charge and for being generous in your willingness to make this possible.”

     “When I first contacted the Resistance leaders of High Camp, it also took time to assure them of my sincerity and to gain some semblance of trust. I made sure not to ask for too much. Primarily, I request yours to grant leave to small handfuls of my scientists for an agreed period of time, allowing them to work unhindered at their field site, to collect their samples, and run necessary tests. For this, I can provide intel on some of John Mercer’s doings.”

There is little doubt who held her full attention. In a subtle movement her ears perked and her intense blue gaze anchored onto the Director's exopack-shielded face. If nothing else, she proved to be an intent listener.

Perhaps that was born from the nature of Ahri's raising. The Ambassador Program, however secretive and shrouded in mystery it remained, was an RDA project through and through. Most people had grown up before they took on their work with the organisation. Whether they sought to advance their careers, to look for answers for their own planet or to seek adventure, that was their choice.

However, for the lost Sarentu, it had been their entire life. It wasn't a workplace. It wasn't a choice. What few memories they held of a time before had been stripped from them. They were raised not only as human, in a human-made world of hard metal and unnatural light, but as obedient beings that could benefit the RDA.

Hierarchy was not a foreign concept to her. So, when Director Landry spoke of the scientists being at the lowest tier, there was an unusual pang in her chest. She understood what that meant, to do as one was told or to be met with a threat of violence or death.

"I see." the young na'vi finally spoke again, the slow lowering of her ears open to interpretation. It was easy to become swept up in the details. Easier still to forget that she was here to act as a bridge, and so too was Director Landry.

"Thankyou for indulging me." It was a kindness Ahri would not soon forget. The way the other woman spoke and conducted herself... well, it eased her nerves, and a genuine smile was given the chance to bloom.

"You stand here seeking the protection of scientists in your care, your requests have fallen on deaf ears so you have taken the task to an outside source, the resistance. In exchange you would provide sensitive intel that details RDA operations within the Western frontier. Is that correct?"

Ever the one to dot her i's and cross her t's, she had to smooth over the details, especially ones that were so important.

"There is a measure of risk on both sides. If you are found out, the punishment would be severe. You will be placing your trust in the resistance to keep your involvement a secret. Likewise, if the resistance acts on the intel provided, an anonymous tip could turn a skirmish into a trap. It is a trust that runs both ways." Then the matter-of-factness dropped off. Her tone fell softer. "I believe in you, Brianne Landry. Your role as a protector is an honourable one. I am proud to extend my hand to you," a rather human gesture from the na'vi, who offered her much larger hand to shake, "I promise you will not be disappointed placing your trust in me."

[ferinehuntressmoved]

◈　@hxathxnss　[ ⋯ ]　Continued Ask . 　　⸻　Ahri protects her demoness .

　⸻ [ A ] HRI HAD COME TO ACCEPT THE way the lasher often wrapped around her. Sometimes her wrist, sometimes her neck, other times her waist. It had not troubled her the way it possessively held her and Evelynn would just float along with her. As much as Ahri hated libraries, there had to be a book here that she could use. Someone had written up on her species before. Vesani? She needed to see what they had written up, what they had learned a thousand years ago. She was still a young pup then, or... at least she thought she was. She was a full-grown adult, but she was quite reckless in those younger years. "Trust me, it has to be here. Just, a few more minutes, okay? then we go," Ahri brushed claws against the books, wandering down the aisle as she glanced back toward the demon. "You don't have to stay, you can go. I appreciate you bringing me here," Ahri spoke with a little curve of her lips.

"Ah ha!" Ahri gasped as she grabbed the book and held it in her hands like a precious babe. But before she had a chance to fully comprehend anything her ears flicked backward and lowered in aggravation. "I can hear them," And she could smell them. The scent trickled through her nose as she narrowed her eyes, a flash of gold as she was pulled closer toward Evelynn. The sound of a click was easily heard by Ahri's sensitive ears as she turned around to see Vayne.

It wasn't even a secondary reaction, instinct made her shift to the side as the arrow shot and she took the arrow in her own body. The book fell from her hands, colliding to the ground as she looked down at the arrow piercing, and a yelp of pain left her lips as she stumbled and fell to the ground. Her clawed paw reached up to grab the arrow as her ears fell back against her head. Hide the pain, hide the wound! She rolled onto her side, trying to get back up but the muscle twisted and cut around the arrow as she let out a fox shout of pain, collapsed back down to the ground, and looked up toward Eve. "You were scared, I.. heard it," Ahri whispered, breathing heavily as she smiled. "It's okay, I've had wors--- OWH!" Her voice echoed in a fox scream as the arrow was pulled out. her vision twisted into a fog and her head fell backwards. Her ears stayed flat on her head and her tails barely moved. It hurts, she thought to herself, it hurts. It burned like the moon was punishing her. Claws dragged toward the book but it vanished from sight and now she swirled within the dread of the shadows and fear started to grip the fox.

The shadow realm dragged at her darkest fears and deepest regrets. If she wasn't wound she typically kept this down that it never bothered her, but she could not shield. It felt as if the shadows started to wrap around her, pulling on her arms to drag her under. "Monster," it echoed as Ahri shook her head. "Demon. Murderer. Killer. Monster. MoNSTeR!" Ahri screamed, her mouth open with sharp angled fangs shouted. "NO! LET ME GO!" Ahri shouted at the taunt agony that gripped her mind as she put her hands up against her ears and curled into herself. Her tails wrapped around her body though it did nothing to stop the stickly shadowy grasp of dread that played with her.

"Killed your lover. Feasted on those souls. MonsteR. MoNstER!" Ahri grabbed her tail and held it and a quiet sound left her lips. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm not... I'm not a monster. I'm not evil. I'm not," her voice faded off as tears streaked her eyes.

"I'm a monster,"

[shimmerbeasts]

Despite her young age, the sorceress feared very few things. Her mother, a member of a Coven, had exposed her to various magical beings during visits for specific celebrations. So encountering a fox-lady didn't elicit much surprise. "Can I help you with anything, Miss…?" The ten-year-old girl had long, raven-black hair, ice-blue eyes, and healthy rose-colored cheeks. Slightly taller than her peers, she was likely beginning an early growth spurt. In her hand, she held a black rose crafted from black spinel, which she idly fiddled with between her fingers. "Mom is not home, and I am not allowed to let anybody in. If you are here for a potion or a ritual, you can tell me." Disclosing her mother's absence wasn't an issue, as Serena had created a barrier preventing anyone from entering without an invitation. Even demons required permission or trick them into get an invitation. From the doorway, Ahri glimpsed two more children, both boys. Younger than the girl by the door, one not by much, and the other a mere toddler. Seemed like she was standing on the door as a way to prevent the stranger to seeing much of the inside of the house - possible to not let strangers getting in contact with her brothers. @blackrosesmatron cont. from here.

Different locations required different hunting strategies. Even though Ahri's preferred target largely remained the same, every child was different and the fox Vastaya knew better than to assume she could repeat her strategies indefinitely. Thus Ahri had gotten used to observing the children, she interacted with, taking in as much information as possible, and adjusting her behaviour accordingly.

Even before the oldest of the girls - Ahri guessed she could not be much older than ten - started to speak, the Vastaya could sense the magical barrier, surrounding the house. The vixen had recognised that attempting to break through the barrier by force would be a waste of time and an unwise move as it would merely lay bare her malicious nature. No, if she wanted to get into the house, she had to do so by being invited in through the children.

As Ahri laid eyes on the little boys behind the girl - brothers no doubt -, the fox Vastaya realised she had potentially found her target. The younger ones would make a welcome little snack. Something sweet and easy. The type of light, easy meal, you used after you had already feasted properly and now wanted to get the strong flavour of beef out of your mouth. As for whom of the children would be the heavier, but more filling meal - that undeniably was the girl. The way, she seemed laced with maturity and youth, would no doubt create a fascinating juxtaposition.

"Irah", Ahri introduced herself and gave a benign smile for she had caught the girl staring at the hint of her tail underneath her traveller's cloak. The fox Vastaya gave a polite nod, hand placed upon her heart. "And it seems nothing can escape your watchful eyes, young one." Ahri dandily lifted up the hem of her cloak and allowed her voluminous, snow-white tail to idly sway from side to side. "You are correct. I am partly animal."

Dropping the cloak again, Ahri snickered idly. Her expression then turned sad. "I suppose you could say I have come here in need of aid", Ahri claimed, "You see, I am being plagued by a terrible aching tooth at the back of my mouth. It doesn't let me sleep or eat. Rumours said that your mother's a wise and competent woman. I was hoping she could make me something, which may soothe that painful ache."

Ahri clasped her hands together and gave a soft, sad sigh as she looked at the floor. "But it seems your mother is not even home right now, which is such a shame", Ahri said, "Though you look like a competent, little fellow. Your mother must trust you a lot if she puts you in charge. You look like a big girl. Do you think you could help me?" As Ahri looked at the girl again, for a few seconds her azure eyes flashed a dark glowing magenta.

[beanghostprincess]

Hi again! And yes I am just as normal about Buggy and Uta interacting.

What I love more about Uta at Karai Bari. It's that Buggy went from a wet sad cat to a dry unbothered cat. And how it completely GALLS Crocodile (Mihawk would be more amused up until it's HIS turn to be treated like that.)

Like meetings during Uta's visit, Buggy is a completely different person and acts like any other business man if he's absolutely needed (which is barely). He's not looking at them, just the papers. He's almost monotoned with every answer, showing that he's obviously bored. Hell, he'd be as bold as to file his nails and clean the underside, not giving a flying fuck.

But as soon as the meetings over, and Galdino comes by saying Uta is waiting by the entrance, Buggy is practically beaming and is the first to leave. Not even as much as a 'see you guys later.' Nada.

While it's true that they don't mess with Uta, they come to find out another scary similarity between them.

They both garner a legions worth of followers. All of whom are willing to do ANYTHING for their idol. While Crocodile and Mihawk aren't afraid of Buggy's fans.... they sure as fuck are wary of Uta's. (Coff coff Uta uses that as shovel talk to any of Buggy suitors coff coff)

What really balms Crocodile is when Buggy and Uta are exchanging dressing styles. More specifically, when it's Uta's turn to dress up Buggy in more mature idol wear. He and Mihawk wouldn't necessarily complain of the view, just that they can't nothing about it.

(I feel like Uta would actually love wearing Buggy's comfy style for a while. Is it all over the place? Yes. But she loves not having to constantly worry about staining her white dress. She'll find the ringleader is to be her absolute favorite.)

Buggy tho, he'd be a bit more shy of wearing those type of stage outfits for a day. (Im thinking KDA Ahri or Evelyn types of fit), but Uta, her girlfriend Perona, and her bestie Pudding would just hype him up!

This is actually sooo sweet!

I love how Buggy doesn't care about anything other than Uta when she's around and how protective she is of him, also. I think he doesn't even realize she's that dangerous. Like he knows she can fight on her own and protect herself but imo he sees her as his gorgeous, cute, wonderful girl, so of course he doesn't realize she's fucking crazy. "She's very normal she doesn't bite" she indeed bites.

And the two of them exchanging styles is something so funny because Uta would look extremely gorgeous even with comfier clothes. And Buggy would look surprisingly stunning in idol clothes. Mihawk and Crocodile have a bit of an awakening here but they can't really do anything about it because Uta is around. She's scary, too. As long as she is there they won't touch their clown. (<- Buggy has no idea this is happening btw).

So you have Uta, Perona, and Pudding (Cross Guild's princesses, ofc) cheering Buggy up because he looks GREAT and he feels like the most stunning person in the world because there's nothing better than his dear princesses being so supportive. Mihawk doesn't even know what the hell Perona is doing here but he doesn't want to know (but she knows he is suffering every second because they can't have a moment alone with Buggy, so she will stay even more time only to be annoying).

[chacstheory]

❪﹝ ฺ★˒ [ OPENING FILE ] . . . #CHAOS THEORY﹚❫ ❛ is the study of apparently random or unpredictable behavior in systems governed by deterministic laws — ❪﹝ ฺ★˒ [ RELOADING FILE ] . . . ﹚❫ ❛ huh? . . . or just a six member kpop boy group apparently. whatever floats your boat, i suppose. consisting of members: dacre, yujin, zian, ahri, jesse, and jace, CHAOS THEORY debuted on march 20th, 2021 with their self titled mini album CHAOS THEORY. ❜ ࣪﹐﹪ ̊. ✶

“guys, do you think we’re group mates in every universe?”

“HELL no.”

“i hope so 😊”

“unfortunately”

“what the fuck are you talking about rn?”

*read*

𓍢 ✷ꜜ ࣪ .( if CHAOS THEORY is nothing else, they are a constant ball of stress and the root of gray hairs for their company (half of the original staff quitting after just a few interactions with the group 😭). their debut mini album was the first and last time the company got through a comeback process peacefully (subjective 🤔), every other comeback they have fought tooth and nail for certain members to even stand together (cough cough dacre and zian). the concept of each comeback depending on who’s turn it is in the cycle to choose what they want, the only way to keep the peace.

𓍢 ✷ꜜ ࣪ .( consisting only of 4/6 of the current members, dacre, yujin, zian, and ahri, alongside six other former members, the members first debuted in the group BLITZ long story short, they sucked ass. holding the record for the shortest active time of a kpop group in history. the six members could not handle the sheer embarrassment of being flops and disappeared, for some fucking reason dacre, yujin, zian, and ahri trusted their fuckass company to debut them again successfully. and jace and jesse being the dumbasses they are decided to join them (you would do it too for a check! . . . . maybe 🫤 . . . . probably not 🫣). they’re lucky they didn’t flop this time, not sure they could handle it, a mere 33% of this group is mentally sound (allegedly). the other 66%, well fuck if i know, they’re still alive at least. honestly a miracle 🙌.

𓍢 ✷ꜜ ࣪ .( anywho, as stated before, they are cursed by their name, the group is nothing short of chaotic. from survival show rigging and last minute position changes to members stealing each other’s girlfriends (+ writing songs about it in languages the other didn’t speak) and bullying scandals, the boys and their fans have been through a whole bunch of shit in the past three years (has it really only been that long?). if you met them through their music or their scandals, they really don’t give a fuck, any publicity is good publicity.

#LOADING . . . [ THE MEMBERS ]

𓍢 ✷ꜜ ࣪ .( DACRE KIM leader, lead rapper, vocalist [ 033198 ]

𓍢 ✷ꜜ ࣪ .( SONG YUJIN main dancer, vocalist [ 052299 ]

𓍢 ✷ꜜ ࣪ .( WEN ZIAN main vocalist, visual, center [ 071599 ]

𓍢 ✷ꜜ ࣪ .( CHAE AHRI main rapper, lead dancer, vocalist [ 101599 ]

𓍢 ✷ꜜ ࣪ .( JESSE YOO main vocalist, sub rapper [ 042101 ]

𓍢 ✷ꜜ ࣪ .( JACE BAE main rapper, main dancer, fotg [ 052603 ]

[solivcgant]

solivcgant unwrapped 2024. life moves fast, luckily tumblr took notes.

hi bunnie!!! thank you for being such a positive light on the dash. its always cute seeing your good morning mootsies posts. thank you for letting eiji and i interact with you and your ahri! i love the ideas of eiji trying to bring his shibe to play with her foxes. and of course the hide and seek games, though its mostly run and seeking considering miss ahri probably finds him in seconds and chases him through the forest. who needs a gym membership when you are being chased out of love. i hope we can write more soon and that 2025 will be kind to you and your health! much love bunn!! ♡＼(￣▽￣)／♡ @vulpesse

[shimmerbeasts]

So far, Ahri rarely came across a potential victim, who knew of and was already enraptured by her. It made Caitlyn quite a unique meal and something far too interesting to toy with to just let her mind fade away into obscurity. Even as a little girl, Caitlyn Kiramman had shown Ahri how invested she was in her. The sweet heiress had studied her quite extensively and read all the books on the fox Vastaya. She had presented them almost with a sense of pride back then.

One would have assumed that Caitlyn learning more about the monstrous Vesani might make her harder prey, yet Ahri had quickly discovered the opposite. As knowledgeable as Caitlyn was on her, she seemed to be unable to draw the proper conclusions and recognise the dangers, which lay just beneath the surface. Ahri had to admit that it made for a delightfully cruel game - affirming Caitlyn's knowledge while hiding just how bad things truly were.

"Yeah." Ahri's ears flicked and she briefly looked down as if she had to readjust her perspective, "Yeah, I suppose it was." Her smile was kind, masquerading how minuscule her trip from the Freljord to Piltover meant to her.

Over the many lifetimes, she had lived, Ahri had travelled multiple times across all of Runeterra, leaving her paw prints in some shape and form in any civilisation, she graced. She had travelled by ship, on horseback, as a stowaway in a carriage, downtrodden paths in bare feet. She had worn a thousand faces and a hundred names. She had travelled near and far, visiting some towns thrice over. It was impossible to apply any weight or meaning to travel for her. Certainly not towards the collateral damage, her journeys were inflicting.

"Well, I certainly hope, I would have been a pleasant dream as opposed to a nightmare."

Settling down onto the couch, Ahri took her sweet time, inspecting the interior of the bureau and letting it cue her in on what her delectable, little morsel had been up to, now that she was a big chunk of meat. The minimalist set-up of a desk with two chairs and the nameplate spoke of Caitlyn's professionalism. Even though she was an independent detective, she wanted to be taken seriously and seen as more than just the daughter of rich Cassandra Kiramman. What happened to the mother? Ahri absentmindedly wondered.

The photographs on the desk's corner drew Ahri's ire next. She barely inspected the picture with Caitlyn's parents, knowing she had outmanoeuvred them already. No, it was the more recent photo upon which she remained focused. Caitlyn and this Vi. Her prey really must be thinking the world of that redhead! Well, Ahri could not have this. She would have to properly isolate Caitlyn and make that punk in the photograph as meaningless as a stranger on the street.

Ahri brushed her finger over the tea mug after she had taken the first few sips. Her palm could feel the rising heat. The fox Vastaya said: "Proper tea brewing is an art in and of itself, but the results are worth it. You seem to be quite the natural, Caitlyn."

Ahri watched Caitlyn bustle around to keep her content and happy. The Vastayashai'rei was the picture of perfect innocence, even though, she knew that Caitlyn's sudden abundance of hospitality did not come from the goodness of her heart. Such was the power of her charm. Only a foolish mortal would assume that all such powers were ever used for, was to get someone to bed her.

The tips of Ahri's tails flicked ever so slightly in discontent at such devotion towards a rival to Caitlyn's affections. However, she did not let it show, and instead merely said: "Your partner is very lucky to have you."

Yellow eyes flickered across the plate, filled to its rim with sweets and pastries. The sweet smell of the sugar and the deep, rich aroma of the chocolate clogged up her fine nose so much, that the vixen couldn't help but let out a brief sneeze. Ahri picked up a chocolate chip cookie with a blackened hand and gave it a soft nibble.

Caitlyn's gaze had been lingering on her tails repeatedly, ever since Ahri had made herself comfortable. Hearing her ask whether or not, she might touch them, Ahri lowered her half-finished cookie and placed two of her tails with a swoosh onto Caitlyn's lap. She gave an inviting nod.

　⊰ ⸻ ⊱　Caitlyn hadn't realized the trap she walked into. The danger near her was unknown due to her interest in Ahri as a child. The books left her with awe and interest, not knowing the full depth of danger that lingered behind the fox. Her curiosity was her undoing in this instance, unaware of being trapped within the beautiful tails of the vixen. "You've been traveling, that's quite a journey," Caitlyn smiled, not even to question the outlook of the crew. Her mind weaved, feeling as if a little something was off, and yet, she couldn't put her finger on it. Her reactions slowed as she focused more on Ahri than on what she had just been doing. A soft laugh left her lips as Ahri ruffled the back of her hair, and she brushed her hand up against it to loosen the hair to fall back straight down again.

"I'm glad to see you again, I almost started to wonder if my little meeting with you had been a dream," Caitlyn admitted once in the Bureau and Ahri made herself comfortable on the couch.

The bureau was a simple building, with a desk in the center where Caitlyn conducted her interviews and job propositions. Two chairs at the front, and then her seat at the opposite side. On the desk was a nameplate: Caitlyn Kiramman. A cherry wood frame picture rested on the corner of the desk, with a photo of Caitlyn and Vi inside of it, and another picture of Caitlyn with Cassandra in Tobias next to that. A small feathered pen quill was dipped in a bottle of ink and several papers scattered on the desk from a recent job option. To the far wall was a board, covered in a massive map of Piltover and the upper portion of Zaun, and to the right was another paper of Zaun of the three mid regions: upper, middle, and lower. Little notes were clipped all over the paper, something that was kept up to date often. Along the wall was a long square bookshelf, two squares high and about 10 across, filled with books and trinkets abound. Some of the trinkets looked out of place, like a Small globe of rusted metal that would have been found in Zaun, or a little self-made top from Zaun that a little girl might hold. Then there were the Piltover charms like a cherry blossom metal lap set on top: a gift from Caitlyn's mother.

Eyes fell upon Ahri, comfortably stretched out on the couch with thick wild tails of porcelain white that Caitlyn found almost irresistable to touch. She settled down the tea and watched as Ahri took a taste and smiled. "Oh, good, it's one of my favorites, I know just the right time to brew the tea so it's a lovely spicy taste without being overpowering," Caitlyn lifted her finger and then tapped it against her lips. "I'm sure I have... ah yes!" Caitlyn twisted back around. It wasn't uncommon for her to be a hostess to those who were around her, but something in this drew her differently. It's a feeling of servitude as if she had to do this. She needed Ahri happy, and as she paused at the table she lowered her brows slightly. It was a similar feeling before, as a little girl. She had dragged Ahri into a library, showing off all her books on Ahri she had. the legends of the nine tails, and many more. As if she needed to make sure the fox was content.

She shook her head, trying to fight off that weird sensation as she picked up the tray of pastries and sweets. "I hope you don't mind, I like to keep sweets around for me and my partner. She's quite partial to anything chocolate," Caitlyn chuckled, as she set down the platter. Upon it were several chocolate chip cookies, some pastries filled with fruit such as strawberry or cherry, and a couple of brownies covered in powdered sugar. "If there is one you are particular to, I can have some delivery from the sweet shoppe," Caitlyn offered and settled down as she gazed at her tails. "They are still as beautiful as I last remembered them. May I?" Caitlyn asked, wanting to touch one of her fluffed tails, but not doing so unless Ahri said it was okay. She remembered one of the legends that a curse would befall those who grabbed the tail of a vixen if not given permission first.

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◈　@demacianhcart / @realmyths　[ ⋯ ]　Muse talking about the mun . 　　✍ Has the mun some special talents beside writing?  　　🙏 Do you think the mun would be able to survive in your world? 

"You know I'm not that great of a writer," Panda quietly expressed as Caitlyn placed a hand on her shoulder. "Hush. You know what words to express, sometimes it's just a struggle depending on the day," Caitlyn said and then turned toward Dandelion and waved her hand toward the table. "Here, have some tea, as to your question, she does,"

The tea lifted to her lips, enjoying the spiced chai that tickled her tongue and set the cup on the saucer. "She's a great artist, even if she's convinced herself she's not as good as others. I'm sure Mel understands the struggles as an artist, it's hard to see how well you can craft artwork when you look at it for over thirty-plus hours,"

Mel sat on a set of pillows, leaning back in comfort with a smile. "Indeed, we are our worst critics at all. But do not let Panda convince you she isn't any good. All artists are developing a means of improvement. She just sometimes forgets she is a self-taught artist and what she has accomplished is a range of strength that most other artists require teachers and tutors for," Mel expressed as Panda covered her face. "Stop it!"

Both Mel and Caitlyn just smiled in amusement, as they rested comfortably.

"She is also an animal whisperer," Ahri spoke up from the bed, her head hanging off of Caitlyn's bed, and lifted her paw. "She loves animals, birds, bunnies, cats, dogs, even lizards and fish! She's had so many animals, and they tend to follow her as if she is mommy. They imprint on her so easily, and they easily gather with her. You should have seen this chicken a few years back, it followed her as if she was a mama hen. Which, she was," Ahri licked her teeth, as Panda glanced over toward the fox's direction. "You know licking your teeth gives a very bad impression," A chuckle left the mun's lips as Ahri rolled around onto her belly.

"what? A fox is a fox, chickens are very delicious," Ahri grinned, her fangs sparkling. "I'll get you some chicken tonight," Panda chuckled and waved her hand as Caitlyn looked back to Dandelion.

"She has other skills, she just tends to prefer to write because it is one of her favorite things around,"