#shecharm

[hehosts-moved]

the fox is leaning over to lay her head in goro's lap, covering his thighs in silvery spools of hair - oh, how she's missed him!

he smells today of bergamot, bay rum, and rosemary. he is inviting today, allowing her touch; her seeking comfort from him. her position is all too inviting, yet speaks heavily of their shared intimacy. thick fingers thread through soft locks of something so light he would liken it to the white of yong-sun's mane.

used to this by now, he would say. he's used to this. she runs off; he waits. it's cyclical now. it is what it is.

❝ you've come back to me, ❞ he says, sounding almost somber. ❝ i knew you would. that's good. ❞ he speaks with ease, confidence, power. ❝ a good girl. ❞ a pause. ❝ will you seek him out next? ji-hun? ❞ because that man always comes first. ❝ he's been waiting, too. ❞ // * @shecharm !!

[ardenssolis]

continued from [ x ] || @shecharm

     GODSWAR… HE WONDERED IF that meant that actual gods had fought one another and brought about the ruin of that empire, but he couldn’t quite say for sure as that could merely be a name and nothing more. He took a mental note of this, opting to ask afterwards. ❝Ah, so even in your world, minotaur are still prone to violence, I see.❞ He paused, arms crossing as his eyes closed – Ozymandias trying to visually picture these places that Inari spoke of in the same manner one would when reading a book for themselves. His imagination, no doubt, was nothing compared to these actual locations. ❝Your world sounds like an interesting place. Realms split by different species…❞ A realm for foxes, a realm for minotaurs, a realm for elves… Pulling himself from his reverie, it was then that he decided to get to the heart of the matter – the question that he had truly wanted to bring forward, especially now that he had a better understanding of who this Keros was and why Inari always held a kind of melancholic feel about her that was difficult to describe even for him.

     ❝You said there was a ‘Godswar’… Did your divine clash? And if so, did Keros have an involvement in this affair? You said he was the god of deception and that he was shunned by all the others, and yet…I am most curious as to the why of it.❞ Gods whose domain resided over such things were never well-liked or trusted by anyone within their pantheon, this extending towards others as well. Most humans avoided worshipping such deities out of fear that they may be dragged into whatever scheming or attempt a ‘good fun’ said gods may seek. What kind of individual was Keros? Was he like this…? So many things that Ozymandias desired to ask.

[guhamun]

@shecharm said (inbox):

"will you hold this?" she does not give them much time to respond before she hands over one of her five tails for them to hold the end of, so that she may brush a wooden comb through it. there was a little tangle she needed to get out; punishment for frolicking through the forest without being careful.

     ❝HAHA, IF YOU NEED help brushing your many tails, you just need ask, you know.❞ He held her tail dutifully, though, so that she may comb away tangles and allows and allow them to gleam beautifully beneath the sun as they always did. A part of him wondered if they were as soft as they looked, Athanasius almost tempted to remove a glove just to brush his hand over one…but that would be rude, wouldn’t it? And he had his manners. ❝I imagine doing this on your own must be exhausting.❞ He recalled the god who had created him having long, beautiful white hair that reached down beyond their ankles and having to assist them with its upkeep. They were absolutely hopeless without another hand, and the times he had caught them attempting to do something with that cascading sea of white was enough to make him nearly laugh at the very memory of it.  

[floraesky-a]

𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 instead of uselessly staying in the air where it had been when he'd knocked. Hand easily becomes hidden by long sleeves of his yukata, blue hues moving to meet the other supernatural's own gaze. There's a gentle hum that escapes him, thoughtful for a moment before he lets lips part so that he may utter words for only her to hear ( seeing as they were the only two here after all ).

❛ Nonsense . . . ❜ The word is spoken firmly but somehow gently as well, tone always so gentle and soft to many that have heard it. ❛ It is polite to knock so I hope you understand why I will continue to do so. ❜ He gives a warm smile, a smile that is also so sure of the words in which he speaks. ❛ I would not wish to spook you by not announcing my presence somehow. ❜ His appearances are quiet, just as disappearances are. His presence does not make a sound unless he lets it be so, footsteps have no noise and so he chooses to find ways to alert others to his presence.

@shecharm meme.

[lifesliced]

The fox looks at Nana with a sweet smile on her face, reaching out to stroke a few strands of their hair and softly caressing them between her fingers. "Could I play with your hair a little bit? I'll be kind."

o-oh. oh. she doesn't know how to respond at first. how flattering! and perhaps a tad embarrassing. how does she respond to such a request?? to something bordering on intimate?

her hair is down, long, and relatively healthy. a few split ends she'll trim tomorrow, ones she's just noticed now. ah, she thinks. it's not nearly the same. not as the woman in front of her. how could she compare? a simple seamstress.

❝ i think that'd be fine, ❞ nana finally agrees, though not unwilling. while there is slight hesitation, nana adjust to sit in front of the other with folded legs, heels pressing into her backside, hands on her knees. ❝ if you ... want to, i mean. aha, ❞ she laughs nervously. ❝ i think that would be ... nice. it would be nice ... if you would. ❞

[movedto-lichthey]

tail flicks, curiosity heating faux veins. she's like them, or — ? scent inhaled and brows furrow. no. not the same, similar in appearance. what a shame. the vixen still had so many questions. ❛ y' aren't human either, huh? ❜ / @shecharm s.

[yukitscne]

“This isn’t too much, is it?” :)))))

things to say to submissive muses ✧･ﾟ accepting ･ﾟ✧ @shecharm

How amazing it is that one situation can quickly transform into another in a matter of seconds. One little kiss had turned into two then three, four then more, her tongue finding its way too his and after - well, he's not too sure how much time passed then, so enraptured he is with the overall feeling of her, but Inari's hand seems to have found its way to his pants. It certainly does not help his deep red blush, and he almost feels the question is unnecessary with the way he gasps and tries to lean in for more. 'Ah, n- no, it's not,' Yuki manages. His arms around her, Yuki's hands clutch a little tighter at her silken kimono, unsure of how he should react, of where he should put his hands, as he mentally prepares for what he's to say next. 'I - I really wouldn't mind going further with you, a- actually.'

[foxfmilr]

[ starter for @shecharm​ - always accepting! ]

The yokai was in deep deep thought that it took him a minute to realize someone else approached. Ears twitching, his gaze slowly shifted to the feminine figure that was approaching. ❝ Do you ever get use to the feeling of loneliness? Or perhaps it just becomes so natural after so long... ❞ Not like Tomoe to blurt out such things, it was just one of those days...

      ❝ Forget that. Have you come to the shrine to shield from the rain? It’s going to rain any minute now. ❞ He stood up, and looked up at the sky as he then went to properly look at the female before him, violet hues scanning over her carefully now that he snapped out of his moody trance.

[hehosts-moved]

so, this is goro's little stooge. this is the charge of ji-hun. unknown by deng.

he bites his lower lip, squinting slightly. she is unusual, but they have met before. perhaps ... in a dream. something far away that he cannot remember yet knows is familiar. it ought to be. he has dreamed of her almost every single night since that night.

❝ ren, ❞ he says. ah, so it really is him. in the flesh, the hare is exposed. ❝ you're familiar with them, then? affiliated? have you ... come for me?? has he decided he's done?? ❞ // * @shecharm liked for a starter from hatanaka "ren" yori !!

[ardenssolis]

@shecharm said (inbox):

a light clicking of claws against floor , she is not accustomed to such . . luxurious surroundings. she carries a bottle of - something , wrapped neatly in a deep red cloth , tied at the top with a string to keep it all together. upon reaching him , she offers naught but a gentle smile and flutter from tall ears. arms extend , offering him her gift. "honey wine , from my homeland." a pause , tails of five moving in all different directions from one another. minds of their own. "i wanted to share some of my culture with you. the last time we spoke . . you asked a lot of questions , not many do. i thought you may enjoy this."

     ❝HONEY WINE? THAT SOUNDS heavenly.❞ He stepped closer, happily reaching out to accept that offered gift with a wide and genuine smile. Gifts that he had received far, far in the past were all dull – most of which done to win some kind of nod from the great pharaoh, but she…well…she always did such of her own volition without desire for anything in exchange. It was gifts like these that he coveted – gifts like these that could truly bring warmth to his heart. ❝I thank you for this, and know that I will enjoy every sip of it.❞ He paused, if only for a moment, before soft laughter slipped from his lips. Ah, yes, he had asked her a great deal of questions, hadn’t he? It was hard to not be curious when met with someone so different from the other individuals he had met since being here. ❝You always bring me such excellent gifts, and yet I have not given you anything in return. Unacceptable. This will change in the foreseeable future, so prepare yourself, Inari.❞ He would give her the most splendid of things as further thank you.

[nvrcmplt]

shefox is going to flop o'er ali's lap - it's been a long day and she requires the comfort only a grandfather could provide.

Ah - with the fire place ever-burning with no smoke but all the warmth - his hands cradle his beloved fox-grand daughter's crown. Thumbs press behind her ears, a smoothing motion, several times before he adjusted her into a better position for his fingers to run through her length of white strands of hair. Careful in removing braids and beads, to massage the ache of hairstyle and the day's stresses upon her frame.

Soft and delightful the room was, he needn't a drink to relax this evening, nor his favoured music boxes chiming away. No - just an open window to listen to the rain that begins to fall and the crackling of a live pit. The company, too, was one of his most sought for. Smiling with delight, he took his time in brushing her hair from the ends to the roots, silky and pristine as if the moon itself was kissing his palms.

As he rested in the quiet himself, his smile never dropped as he took his time, the shefox caressed with love and comfort, adoration and respect - as he continued with his silent worship of her hair all the more.

[lifesliced]

❝ eh?! y'got something you want me to fix or what? ❞

❝ ne, huh? ...hn. i've seen you before, yea? hey! how do we know each other ?! ehh, strange. tch! [ ... ] who are you? we meet at the bar or you come here before? 'cuz we've met, m'sure. ❞ // * @shecharm liked for a starter from nishikawa kaito, the younger brother of nishikawa yogi, and the unwittingly rival to the (unwilling) main character, fujita akira

[elfblcd]

a gasp fills shefox's lungs - she wastes not even a second 'fore she's skipping over, eager hands reaching up to cup his cheeks and fingers? they go for his ears!

oh, it's been FOREVER since she last saw an elf. "how magnificent you are~" hums the soulbound as she gently massages his pointy ears with her fingers. "oh, you don't mind, do you?" it's a bit too late to ask-

i said hey, what's going on • @shecharm

Though the area he had found himself in isn't particularly busy - he avoids anywhere with too many goings on - he'd not have thought she'd been addressing him were the voice not getting closer and closer. He isn't able to get a word in edgewise before her hands are upon his ears, which is quickly met with a hand slapping them away and the elf taking a step back. 'You can't touch people without receiving their permission first.' Should he apologise for slapping her hand away? No, why should he, especially when he'd barely known she was coming? 'I don't like being touched by strangers.'

[xianqu]

        “  i’ve only met one of your kind in my lifetime;  quite an elusive little group you’ve got.  ”

     「 @shecharm​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​   ❤ ‘d    for a starter. 」    

[yukitscne]

vixen approaches him with tails curled 'round her hip, arms holding them like something valuable. she stops in front of him and turns her back to him, releasing five tails so that the mass of fluff flops against him; "brush." worry not, she brought one and she offers it to him.

brushy brush ･ﾟ✧ @shecharm

Hey, asking people to brush his tails was his thing! But at least he'd do it with a please, or at least act so cute that people couldn't possibly refuse. Yuki hesitates briefly, staring at her tails and the brush that is being offered to him. He could refuse or tell her to ask nicely, but where would that get him? Would she just leave and decide Yuki wasn't worth her time? Well, he couldn't have that. The kitsune takes the brush from the other and takes one of the large tails in hand and begins to stroke the brush through it. Luckily for her, he's a pro at this already. Yuki pouts. 'You owe me.'

[guhamun]

@shecharm said (inbox):

"i yearn to kneel into a dream where i am good && i am loved. where my hands have made better mistakes than they have now." || for whoever you're feeling the most! <3

     ATHANASIUS SAID NOTHING FOR a time, his gaze training upon the ripples in his tea for a moment. One would think that he had no intention on saying anything, but the quiet was broken easily by the smoothness of his voice. ❝You should be careful with dreams. They have a tendency to make one discontent with the world they awake to.❞ He lifted his tea cup to his mouth, taking a small sip of the green liquid within before gently placing it back down with a soft clack. ❝I had wanted to disappear into my dreams too. At times, it still tempts.❞ Alas, he had promised his lord to appreciate all that life had to offer, and so he would continue to live, continue to wander, for as long as his immortal life would allow. ❝There is much beauty to still see, so…do not let yourself be drawn in by that yearning for too long. It can grow into a curse easily if you do.❞