#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?”

@getofflikeagun

[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?"

[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.

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[deathpxrception]

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ARC VC: TOP TEN ANIME BETRAYALS???

What kind of nonsense has she been watching now....

[pseudomonacarriea]

@getofflikeagun​ asked:

"Master Diluc!!!"

She did better this time, ensuring that she didn't trip or accidentally splatter him with cake batter this year! Or sneak into the kitchen when he still might be prowling about like the night owl that he is! ... Though she did get a little ahead of herself in the excitement, and burned the first cake.

He doesn't need to know that, though!

It's a small cake rather than the grand one she'd had in mind, flavored with sunsettia liquor that has mostly burned off the alcohol thanks to her Pyro vision use. It had taken some time, but with tips from Albedo--It hadn't proven to be entirely impossible. Beaming though she has some frosting on her cheek, and her hair's more tousled than it should be--The cake as well as the small box of a present (A little cloak for Noctua for when he and Diluc go out into Dragonspine, as well as a tie that matches the cloak for her master!) are held out to him.

Even if he hated his birthday, Aedre and the others didn't. She's sure that even Kaeya, wherever he might be as a member of the Fatui, had made the effort to send him a gift as well.

"Happy birthday, Master Diluc!"

Happy Birthday Diluc -- Not Accepting!

He was hoping that his estate wouldn’t be decorated in something sweet or adorned with the sweet frosting that he expected each year. He told Aedre that she didn’t need to do anything for him. It wasn’t worth celebrating, but she continued to insist on doing so. There’s only so much the owner of the estate can do to stop a certain rabbit from doing what she wants.

And each year, it takes him by surprise how much she does for him or what she gets him.

It countered the gift and the message he got from his “brother” earlier that day. The urge to shove the gift back into his hands was strong, but Kaeya knew and vanished before he could do so. It would’ve been better with a cake, truly.

He has to hide a slight smile that wants to show as he looks at the blond woman. She’s really running around like a rabbit. Was that… something burnt in the air? Ah, it could’ve been something else. Taking the box and the cake, with each hand. Holding them firmly his gaze moved down to look at them.

Setting them down, he opens the box that contains the cloaks. Fiery red hues soften at the sight. Its texture isn’t too dissimilar to what he normally wears on his treks to the mountains. Having one of Noctua was something on his list of things to obtain. Running his fingers along the gloves, he can feel just how thick it was. How much of her paycheck did she...? No, the price doesn’t matter. Whatever he gets from her is worth more than the mora it was exchanged for.

She reminded him that he won’t be able to stop her from celebrating today, but it was a little easier to accept. 

“Thank you.”

Cupping her cheek, he removes the frosting off her cheek with a swipe of his thumb. Sweet -- it’s not sickeningly sweet, but sweet enough to give him a slight sugar rush as he tastes it. Diluc rests his palm back against her cheek, and with a gentle tug, brings her close as his other arm wraps around her. Their foreheads come together, the warm silence echoing his gratitude.

[withoutloveicannotsee-a]

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[caelumsaltator]

"A-Ah--! Master Diluc!"

It had caught her off-guard to run into him, the carefully wrapped gift in her hands blatant and too far in sight that she can't hope to hide it. Aaa...She'd hoped to surprise him too, even if it was a belated gift. She had hoped the shop would finish the hawk brooch within, cor lapis decorating its eyes to give it quite the look to it. It rests in a plush velvet case with the Ragnivindr crest etched in silver thread, definitely the kind that would have cost at least one or two of her monthly wages.

"Um... I.... "

Chewing at her lower lip, she finally decides to throw caution to the wind and thrust the box towards him.

"I-I know you don't like your birthday, but--!"

Very belated birthday ask -- @getofflikeagun

He’s never one to celebrate this day -- not now, not ever. “Personal reasons” he always says. Yet, every year, she never fails to get him a gift or two since she was hired. And every year, he’s treasured each of them. 

A brow rose as he turned the corner, just about to head out. The staff had wanted him to ‘make drinks in town’. He knew that they were all up to something, but this? This wasn’t one of the things he was expecting to happen. Diluc takes the box with ease, staring at it. As if it wasn’t actually there; that it wasn’t for him once it was shoved in front of him. 

But he knows it is. Even without her confirmation, he knows it’s for him. 

Fingers begin to open the box, pulling the wrapping apart and being as careful as he can. Not sure of what would be inside, he rather not destroy it if it was fragile.

Once it’s open, the brooch glistening in the candlelight, his face remains unchanged.

To those with untrained eyes, that is. It takes perception to notice how matching rubies soften. Just slightly; the harshness fading just a bit underneath the hard shell he always keeps. Fingers pick up the hawk brooch with care. Shuffling the box around in his hands, closing and resting it under his arm, he puts it on in front of her. It matches his normal attire wonderfully -- nay, made it more complete. 

“... Thank you, Aedre.” He says, the tone slightly softer than normal. Like how he always talks other, but his distaste for the day still lingers. Looks as if it’ll become permanent.