#getofflikeagun

[pseudomonacarriea]

@getofflikeagun​ asked:

Squeak!

A small dragon of a rabbit (a 'drabbit' as Malleus now liked to put it much to a certain Octavinelle student's great chagrin) is dangling from Silver's shoulder, but also finding incredibly little success in getting her little paws around him. Alas, she's a tad too small to manage the deed and her ears droop until she has a minor epiphany: She doesn't have to be in rabbit form to hug him from behind, does she?

With a small, magical puff of smoke amidst the murky green glow of nocturnal faerie lights--Arms wrap around the Diasomnia student's shoulders, the cheek of the now young woman squished against the side of his head. The collar on her neck signifying that she was a registered familiar to the House glittered in the late afternoon light.

Unprompted Asks -- Always Accepting!

What was he going to do with her?

He braced himself as soon as the first squeak was heard from the little fae. Despite being so small, she had power behind her tackles. Though, feeling her struggle to get her paws around his neck -- he held back his laughter. A few other students were watching the exchange as he approached the middle of the courtyard. 

However, seeing the slight sprawl of smoke and the change of weight distribution on his shoulder caught him off guard. His arm moved to reach up and rest against her arm, leaning a little forward so she couldn’t roll off his back. There wasn’t a need to worry but at this point it was instinct. One eye closed, barely tilting his head up to look at the woman hugging him tightly. 

Remaining silent as she nuzzled against his fluffy hair, the knight could only do as he did best. Hold her close and let her dote on him. While he preferred it be the other way around, he couldn’t stop her once she started. Something about being far to head-over-heels for the fae stopped his heart from trying to change her around.

What was he going to do with her?

[unladylikc]

｢ @getofflikeagun​ ｣ — writes:

attraction : for my muses top five physical traits that they’re attracted to in a potential partner

attraction : for my muses top five personality traits that they’re attracted to in a potential partner

attraction : what is the first thing my muse notices when they’re attracted to someone?

attraction : what will instantly ruin the attraction my muse has for someone?

still accepting → romantic ship meme !!

attraction : for my muses top five physical traits that they’re attracted to in a potential partner

LIPS — Bonus points if they happen to be male presenting and are usually always seen smirking... but in all seriousness, the lips are the first thing Vivian would notice about someone’s face, because she isn’t that big on eye contact. When it comes to women, though, the lips she tends to find most attractive are plump, lightly glossed ones.

CHEST — It doesn’t really matter if it’s a mans or womans chest, to be honest, because as long as their outfit features a boob window, Vivian would discreetly stare the first chance she gets. 

ABS — This is more so in regards to men who have a six pack, to be honest, because as stereotypical as it might seem, she does enjoy looking at a man who visibly works out.

FINGERS — Whether they are shorter or longer compared to hers, Vivian just really likes fingers.

EYEPATCH — They don’t have to be visually impaired, but if someone happens to wear an eyepatch, they automatically become ten times more attractive to Vivian. 

attraction : for my muses top five personality traits that they’re attracted to in a potential partner

Answered here!

attraction : what is the first thing my muse notices when they’re attracted to someone?

The first thing she would notice is how she just can’t take her eyes off of them, to be honest. Like, if Vivian thinks someone is attractive, you can bet she will zone out in their general direction and just fantasize about them from a distance.

attraction : what will instantly ruin the attraction my muse has for someone?

There are quite a few things that would ruin the attraction Vivian has for someone, but the biggest ones are when they reveal themself to be a misandrist, misogynist, or a race fetishizer. She also tends to lose her attraction to men if she finds out they are strictly bottoms due to her massive maledom kink.

[caelumsaltator]

Panting as she runs, nearly tripping every other step--Her adrenaline ran wild through her veins. Each sharp exhale that left her lips formed a cloud of white. Though she's tempted to look behind her, she dares not. The Fatui might be just behind her, and it would only make her freeze. Seeing the harbor, there's relief filling her, thoughts of Monstadt dancing in her head as she takes a step forward ... Only to feel someone snatch her by the waist. Aedre swallowed. "--T.. Tartaglia, I.... "

Unprompted Asks -- Always Accepting! @getofflikeagun

He had followed her all the way to the water’s edge. Making sure to hide in specific areas to give her some hope that he might of outrun her. Other times, she did, but only but a small margin. He was quickly able to pick up the pace, as he always had an idea of where she was. He never lost eyesight on her fully.

Perhaps that’s why he allowed her to think the effects of the drug had taken hold this time. To see what the scared rabbit would do when she thought her predator was out ‘cold’.

When she got to the water’s edge and the harbor, that’s when he made his move. Closing, pulling her close, so his head rested on top of hers. He didn’t bother to hide the smirk that began to crawl upon his lips, nuzzling his chin further into her hair.

Was he annoyed? Slightly. Enthused? Greatly.

“Did you have fun on your little trip? What was in that drink? I haven’t had that kind of buzz in a few years.” 

You should of done a bigger dosage, Aedre. You’re not the first person to try and drug him. Tsk tsk~.

[grxndcyphcr-a]

“Hmm...”

Seox remained quiet for a few moments as he evaluated Aedre’s performance in their sparring match of the day. 

“Your strikes are getting faster, like how I taught you before. Good, but you’re lacking power. Don’t forget, your aim is to strike fast and strike hard.”

“Again, your stance leaves you open. An opponent can and will catch on and hit you when you least expect it. Make sure to cover your vitals.”

But no matter what his critique was, it was clear to him that she had been taking his advice to heart and was improving considerably because of it. It was a strange feeling to be actually and personally involved in the training of another person, much less someone that wasn’t from his own clan. Seox couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but he was beginning to develop a sense of pride in the woman because of this. But she still had a ways to go, and Seox wasn’t about to ease up on the training.

@getofflikeagun​

[pavo-ocellus]

@getofflikeagun:  i'VE BEHAVED TODAY WHY

:3c It’s always bully Kae day, let’s be real.

[championglider]

Amber’s Voice-Over Lines. | Accepting.

send me “🐇” if you want Amber’s Voiceline of about your muse!

@getofflikeagun​​​​​ asked:

🐇 on Aedre!

About Aedre...

➼ | “If I’m being honest, I didn’t know she was part of the Knights of Favonius, let alone the Calvary Division! She does have a lot of respect for Kaeya-senpai, though he is the Calvary Captain, so that’s probably a given. Still, I kinda worry for her, seeing her all flustered and whatnot. That, and I hope Kaeya-senpai didn’t give her any trouble...there’s no telling what he’ll do with that face of his.”

[leviamusesinpurgatory]

A soft thump would be heard at the counter of Bar HOMRA, with Akane's head resting on her open textbook. Her short blonde hair curtained some of her face, but failed to hide the majority of her cheeks that were tinted pink, or how her sleeping expression had become so much more relaxed in comparison to when she had been first brought to the bar. "Mmmm...."

Hard to miss, impossible to ignore.

Kusanagi Izumo’s hands stopped in their tracks as his attention was taken to the other end of his beloved bar. It wasn’t an unfamiliar sight, not by a long shot, but for some reason in that moment a wave of memories hit him.

Their first meeting definitely had... sparks flying between them, and not in the way he wanted it to.

She had been a little tiger, feral and volatile. There had always been a fire in her eyes, a distrust that he understood even after helping her and yet still found that it stung when she flinched. It was neither one of their faults, he had rationally known that of course.

When once she had stayed in the corner, she now sat at his bar. When once she had refused to speak to anyone but him, she was now dear friends with all at HOMRA. That time seemed so far away. He wondered if she would ever think it just a dream.

Izumo exhaled to release tension he hadn’t caught himself holding onto before he placed the glass he had been cleaning down upon the counter top. So as not to disturb her, he quietly moved towards her seat and glanced at her textbook. History, he assumed. If there was one thing that stumped her that shouldn’t.

With ease he shrugged off his blazer and draped it over her shoulders as a makeshift blanket. He would move her if she didn’t wake up soon, he told himself. After he finished at the bar and checking stock.

Gently he tucked some stray hair behind her ear, careful to not touch her cheek. How could he wake her after going this far? This had also been something he hadn’t been able to do when they first met, after all.

The once terrified tiger had become the resident rabbit.

“Sweet dreams, Ae-chan.”

[causalitylinked]

"Ike-P-saaannn!!!"

Despite her best attempts to stay in 'character' of the persona she'd chosen to adopt as Musagi, it's rather difficult for her to keep her excitement down when she's worked so hard on his Valentine's Day gift. It had taken a few attempts, some tips from Kuchinashi, much encouragement from their resident and beloved virtuadoll, and a startling amount of courage.

Nearly tripping in the process of trying to reach the other before he goes out on his usual rounds to visit Men's Fist--Musagi is thrusting the small red box of home-made chocolates into his hands once they're out, cheeks dyed quite red and visibly at that even with her trademark rabbit hoodie pulled up.

"U-Um, I .... ! "

She doesn't want to say they're honmei, even if it's embarrassing to say otherwise despite it being the truth--But Ike-P's always been good to her amongst the Ostinato. Whether by simply keeping her company or chatting with her enough that she was able to open up just a little about her past, she swallowed hard.

"H-Happy Valentine's Day, Ike-P-san!"

             VALENTINE’S DAY ASKS. » always accepting!

      The moment he hears his name being called out by a very familiar voice, Ike-P finds himself coming to an immediate halt. Of course, with him knowing it so well, it doesn’t take long for him to register that sweet, dulcet-y tone as belonging to none other than Musagi’s, prompting him to wonder - was she going to be giving him chocolates as well? Well, regardless, he decides to play it cool before finally turning around to regard her with a friendly yet easygoing grin laced along his lips.

      “Yo, Musagi!” Ike-P finally waves. “...Oi, oi, oi, what’s the rush? It’s not like I’ll be going anywhere, y’know... not when my attention is already ensnared by the lovely lady chasing after me!” Despite asking her this, though, he did actually have an inkling of a suspicion he knew what was going on judging from the cute little box tightly clasped within her hands; still, he wanted to hear it from her lips specifically, so naturally, he feigns ignorance.

     Considering how clumsily she stumbles towards him, though, Ike-P was almost inclined to catch her on the off chance she fell, but fortunately, it seemed she possessed enough grace to eventually stand before him with chocolates thrusted forward and cheeks dusted an adorable crimson hue.

     Honestly, while he was used to receiving chocolates from other girls, the fact it was from her causes his gaze to soften, for when it came down to it, Musagi knew him on a much more personal level; plus, she was the only one he could ever say he truly liked, when all the rest were superficial fans who would easily turn their back on him once they realized he was nowhere near as handsome in real life than he was in Mobius. Well, regardless, Ike-P wasn’t the type to keep a lady waiting; therefore, he’ll soon waste no time in prying her gift off her hands with his usual charming smile.

     “Heh... thanks!” Ike-P proceeds to wink. “Since it’s from you, I will make sure to savor them with my whole heart, body, and soul!” Sure enough, he’ll extend an unoccupied hand to grab one of hers before suavely raising her knuckles up to his lips and leaving it a delicate kiss. “Happy Valentine’s, Musagi~ I’ll sing a special heavenly requiem just for you at my next live concert! So look forward to it, alright?”

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[datxra]

@getofflikeagun

What is this place? Where was she exactly? The train signs had read Shibuya, however this wasn’t the Shibuya Hitsugi had finally grown familiar with. Landmarks were no longer what she remembered them as and structures were vastly different, some in shambles, most appearing worn out as if it’d seen a decade without regular maintenance.

The cyan haired girl continued running through the alleys and backstreets, not wanting to stand out in this new environment to her even if she’d be less lost navigating the sign posts outside near the road.

Her frequent looks behind to check her six had caused her to be negligent to what’s in front, and Hitsugi figured this when she bumped into someone, the force throwing her back a couple of steps shy of falling over.

“A-ah! My apologies!”

[pseudomonacarriea]

Having realized even by requesting for Tweety to deliver the parcel, the thing wouldn't arrive in time--Aedre decided to deliver the gift herself! Moreso when it lets her escape from her superior for a little bit, considering Felix had been particularly merciless as of late with his insults. "Useless rabbit" seemed to be his favorite, these days.

"Novio! Novio, u-um--Uwaaah--!"

Thankfully, even if she trips here in Northland--It only means falling face first into a soft patch of snow. The only downside was, well, that she hated the cold. At least the Demihuman managed to save the stamps and limited Lumopolis sweets (maple flavored) from being crushed or covered in snow!

"Um, H-Happy birthday!"

Happy Birthday Novio! -- Accepting until Feb. 28th! -- @getofflikeagun

He had no idea Aedre was going to be coming to Northland today. Busy with his own duties to both Queen Bethlehem and Northland itself, he was on his way to go into town. That changed upon seeing the familiar Lumo garb of his Demihuman student running towards him. She would send him a letter before coming, even if it was through Kaeya.

His eyes widened as he moved into action before she can fall into the plush snowy pathway. Knowing that she could stumble quite a bit, he's picked up his reaction time to save her from injury.

"Are you alright-?"

Before he can question her further, she holds up the box. By decoration alone, he can see that they're from Lumopolis. It was from a different shop… one he's never seen. Then again, he barely ventures out of Northland, deciding to remain by his liege's side.

A soft smile comes to form on his face as he rights her up, fully expecting her to shift into a rabbit.

"Thank you, Aedre."

For a reward, he decides to give her some head pats. She did well, even avoiding squishing them.

"Let's go inside and have some tea, shall we?"

[omnesindicium]

Yuuma, how did it feel when Nonoko got down on one knee and proposed to you at your workplace?

“Why am I having questions thrown my way without prompting.”

Yuuma please just answer the question.

“–Nonoko visits the office when she pleases; I had assumed that she would arrive, get what she needs, then leave. Sometimes we are able to chat, however I strive to keep my personal and professional lives separate from one another. I tell you this so that there is context.”

“… Euphoric, I think. That should cover all my bases. I was… happy. Nonoko had taken care of everything, and as usual pressed it until I answered. For a moment I had considered asking her if she was certain, serious, about giving her love to me. That would have been a waste of a question. Nonoko has never been the type of person who would do something she hated, I have always admired that. She chose me, and that is some sort of miracle that I was not aware I was due.”

“Regardless, I accepted.”

[caelumsaltator]

Bye this man loves one ( 1 ) bun.

[spurnedadulthood]

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‘ sometimes it feels like someone else is wearing my body . ’ / Musagi!

      “ Really now? Then would I be right to assume your actual appearance looks nothing like how you present yourself in Mobius? ” he’ll idly question with a stray hand  CURLED  over his mouth, yet considering he made no legitimate effort to lower his voice, one could assume Kensuke wasn’t taking her admittance all that seriously. “ ...Because that would sure explain some things. ”

still accepting.

[cadcnce-archived]

Ah - For fortesinfide

Pin this dude || [ Open ] || @fortesinfide

Send “UNF” to pin my muse against the wall with DESIRE

Wylan invites these situations upon himself, and never let him tell you otherwise. Don’t you dare let this mercenary make you think for even a second that when he flirts and drops little teasing compliments around a woman that he’s not inviting a retaliation of this type. There are other factors to be considered, of course. From Wylan’s point of view they’re almost entirely masturbatory and ego-inflating, mind, but it’s not out of the realm of possibility that some of the things he has done can be appreciated in honest enough of a scope that he earns himself more than a friendly eye from the Ferine.

Tessa has the modesty and patience to wait until they’re alone and nobody else is around to make a move, but that isn’t to say she’s soft in putting Wylan up against the wall of the ruined fort. The cold stone isn’t soft in cushioning the blow either. Wylan grunts audibly at the impact, but it’s not near enough to stifle the grin of accomplishment and amusement that strikes his features. She’s certainly attractive enough (he wouldn’t have made moves this hard if she wasn’t) to keep his focus and give rise to his excitement now that his comeuppance has arrived.

Cerulean eyes are focused on him, and were it not for the rise and fall of her chest and flushed cheeks it wouldn’t be hard to crop out this portrait as another argument about a misstep that the mercenary committed on her watch (unthinkable) (how dare he). He’s glad it’s not that, and the full picture is one of undeniable desire for him. A mutual painting once you include his face. While her hands are on his shoulders, half to keep him in place and half to bring herself up so that she was closer to eye level with the taller male, his don’t hesitate to find the way to her waist. If she wants him close she can have him close, but he wants her a bit closer still.

Lips curl in a smirk, and in spite of the clear next step of this process Wylan offers some commentary and dry humor before letting the inevitable take place.

“How coarse of you, hadn’t you said to keep my hands to myself before? A poor teacher, unless you’re preferring the do as I say, not as I do approach...” The furrows of her brow deepen, the playful taunt spurring her on further.

“Apparently, I need to teach you keeping silent as well.”

“Try me.” Ah, but he doesn’t get to say much more regarding the banter before she does in fact try him, closing the distance between and locking her lips with his. A show that he accepts readily, going so far as to part his lips and invite her in for more if she so desires. He’s not certain of how far this moment may go, but if either of them were to put brakes on things it’s definitely not going to be him.

[eleventhenforcer-a]

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[leviamusesinpurgatory]

The moment Izumo's guard is down, he's getting a quick kiss on the cheek from the resident Projekt before she's going back to her corner of the bar.

There was something soothing about cleaning the bar counter. No, that wasn’t fair. There was something soothing about cleaning the bar counter, the glasses, stocking up–Izumo just felt calm. 

Everything inside and to do with bar HOMRA was under Izumo’s control, and when he tidied up there was a real sense of his worries being washed away along with the dirt. Worry was all he seemed to have lately, worry for HOMRA, for those he spent his time with every day, for the woman he loved who was still missing pieces of her past that seemed like they may never come back. Pieces of a past she’s blocked out, that he can’t even attempt to remove with better ones.

It was in that moment, where those skilled hands began to slow down in their mission to polish the counter, that a tiny flame choose to strike. A flicker, a blink and he missed her approach, but the warmth left against his cheek was more than enough to let him know that he had been reminded how precious the present was. Behind his shades, allowing himself time to pause, Izumo watched the adorable bunny of a woman retreat back into one of her regular spots inside his bar, one of the spots that–without it’s regular inhabitant–felt like it was missing something important. Izumo smiled.

There was something soothing about being inside this bar, and it was the people who made it home.