#tekken muses

[muses-of-the-memory]

New Muses

Everyone, I have added three new muses from the Tekken series. They are as followed.

The current leader of the Mishima Zaibatsu, wielder of the Devil Gene and protagonist of the Tekken series,

Jin Kazama!

Next, the Chinese girl who's infatuated with the previously mentioned fighter named the "Dancing Phoenix" alongside her protector and best friend,

Ling Xiaoyu and Panda!

And finally, an elegant young woman called the "Fighting Heiress" from the wealthy Rochefort family, rival to Asuka Kazama,

Emilie "Lili" de Rochefort!

If you want to interact with them, and my other Tekken muses; such as Ganryu and Zafina, the askbox is always open. Also, @wandering-female-fighters (the RP blog for Julia Chang/Jaycee, and Michelle Chang) is open too.

[thegermanspelunker]

Guess who's waiting for midnight bitches! If you want to challenge me, send me a message and I'll drop my Tekken username in your dm. Or drop yours in mine.

[truedevil12]

The way Devil Jin walk is so hot tho-😳😳🤣🤣🤣 Really love the interaction between this two and realizing that Devil Jin just protecting Jin all this time is really adorable😭😭😭

[thekingsofironfist]

PREPARE FOR A LEE-CENTRIC WEEKEND!!

[mediatorkazama]

Open Asuka Kazama RP Starter

Asuka Kazama had made it back to her hometown, Osaka, Japan and her duties as Gang Mediator after having to compete in the King of Iron Fist Tournament 8. Having to fight against her rival, Lili and having another chance to fight Feng Wei, who was responsible for putting her father in the hospital.

She had then knocked two members of their respective gangs into the air for having to ogle at her breasts. “You think those goons would’ve learn to stop staring.” She sighed.

[luna-di-fuoco]

A mini story about BlueSteel for @bihanspookies based on these intimacy prompts! I wanted to be brave and share my writing on here, so I hope you guys like it!

WORD COUNT: 600+ RATING: T / 13+ WARNINGS: Suggestiveness, Implied Nudity

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The crack of dawn paints itself along patterned sheets. Despite not having an alarm set, Steve’s internal clock ticks, causing him to awaken from his peaceful slumber. Squinting against the harshness of the sun, he softly grunts as he sits himself up.

Deeply exhaling through his nostrils while running his hand through his hair, he looks over to his side. There, nestled under the sheets with her back upwards and her face towards the sun, was Phira.

Staring deep into the etches along her skin, Steve’s eyes grow soft as he leans in towards her. For him, it was no secret that she rarely slept in a position that wasn’t on her back; something about “needing to be ready at all times,” as she once worded it.

But here? She was comfortable. She was safe…something he always wanted for her.

Lightly sighing, he reaches over and gently brushes away the few locks of hair that cover her nape. Muttering something inaudible under his breath, he places his index finger along her neck and begins to run it down her form, her skin responding to his touch ever so slightly.

As he reaches the small of her back, he hears a soft but tired hum, causing him to stop. Pulling back, he watches her turn towards him, her eyes foggy from being in a daze. As she begins collecting herself, her gaze lingers up towards him, her lips forming into a gentle smile.

“Mornin’, love,” he greets, his voice low. “Morning,” she reciprocates.

Staring at each other in silence for some time, the moment is lost when Phira’s curiosity gets the better of her.

“What time is it?” She asks in a somewhat sleepy manner. Turning over and grabbing her phone from the nightstand, she observes that it’s a few minutes before 5:00.

Getting lost in her phone screen as she remains in a slight daze, her eyes begin to lower when she feels something warm along the back side of her body and stomach. Looking over, she meets Steve’s gaze again, his chin resting along her shoulder, his hand gently pressing into her as he holds her against him.

“Sorry if I woke you,” he apologizes, his nose brushing along the crook of her neck.

“It’s all right,” she assures while putting her phone back. Leaning into his body, she feels his warmth meld with her own, offering her a sense of comfort.

Feeling gently peppered kisses against her skin, she closes her eyes and stifles a laugh.

“Hmm~? Was last night not enough for you?” She teases, feeling his fingers push into her just enough for her to flex into him more. Turning her head to look at him, she meets his gaze and kisses him, letting him guide her onto her back as they kiss some more.

Feeling him break away, she opens her eyes and stares at him, the exposed parts of his body being kissed by the sun.

“You’ll always be enough,” he tells her, causing her heart to pick up and her face to flush. Getting a bit flustered, she averts her gaze briefly. Sensing her subtle hesitation, his eyes begin to narrow.

“I mean it, Phira,” he says, this time with a bit more seriousness as she returns her attention to him.

“I know,” she smiles, growing soft while reaching for his face and cupping it in her hands. “Thank you.”

Sharing one last kiss together, the couple stares at one another, their lips perched into wide smiles as they decide to take a bit more time to lay in bed and cuddle before starting their day, the energy of the room tender and light.

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[dragon-razor-writings]

Here's a very stupid idea for a ship:

Steve x Reina.

Gene-modded British Boxer somehow ends up with a Mishima. No one fully knows how it happened.

Shenanigans ensue.

[muse-stellium]

Ayyy and finally, in the last long but well worth it planned bit of my soapbox as I try to be more active on here again, and just in time for her new birthday, here's another example that's conflicting me between Nina's charts that tbh I also just find neat:

(And yes, this is the Nina & Steve one people were looking forward to 💜)

So this is a snippet of her July 25th chart. If we go by that birthday for her, we see she potentially has her vertex, and her Jupiter conjunct her Chiron in Aries. Neat!

But tbh? That's not necessarily what interests me. What interests me more is what I see when I look at Steve's chart in comparison:

Here's a segment of his.

To sum up, Chiron in astrology represents someone's deepest wounds and how to potentially heal them. It's known as the wounded healer. And a conjunction is defined as when two or more planets are within 0° - 10° of each other. This range of aspects is known as an orb, and it's believed that the greater the orb (the closer to 10°), the less likely it is for the effects of that conjunction to manifest in a persons life. With some astrologers even believing conjunctions and other aspects w an orb greater than 6° or 8° are possibly negligible due to their weakened state.

Now when we look at their charts, we see Steve's Saturn possibly forms a conjunction w Nina's Vertex with a orb of 3°. His Sun her Jupiter by 4°, her Chiron by 8°. His Venus her Jupiter by 2°, and Chiron by 4°. (Stay w me here I promise it'll get good 🙏)

Saturn conjunct Vertex in synastry typically indicates a relationship that forces challenges, potential restriction, and introspection. - Venus conjunct Chiron often indicates the Venus person triggers the Chirons sense of inadequacy with love in some form. — This potentially sounds... a little like Steve & Nina?

On the other hand however, when we look at Nina's original January 23rd chart, I instead notice this:

An exact conjunction with a 0° orb of his Sun - his identity if you will - with her Chiron ; her deepest wound.

With Sun conjunct Chiron in a synastry chart, you get almost all you would get w the Saturn / Vertex & Venus / Chiron conjunctions, and then some. With greater chances too, since chances are her vertex isn't actually in Aries in her July 25th chart anyhow - (it's calculated location depends on the exact time you were born, w it moving around 2° every 5 minutes. Since I haven't figured out what her asc / time of birth would be w the July 25th one, that's just an estimate based around noon) - You even get great potential for growth that you would with the Jovian conjunctions, but in a more painful light :

And the thing about Chiron is that like Uranus, Neptune & Pluto, it's considered a generational planet. Meaning 1) it's effects are most noticeable via aspects to other placements and the house it resides, and 2) it more than others usually requires a tighter orb for it's effects to manifest, especially in the case of a synastry chart. Steve's sun conjunct her July 25th Chiron at 8° is possibly too wide of an orb.

But an exact 0° orb? Leaves no room for chance.

When you look at the aspects between them w the July 25th, it's her sense of inadequacy towards giving love and trying to be more warm & affectionate that's the problem. It's potentially the challenge associated with having a son so different from herself.

But with the January 23rd, it's all of that, and Steve himself as a whole that's the trigger.

Both are possible. To me one seems more accurate than the other.

And thus long story short: ✨the problem✨

[spearofalu]

The veil between worlds is thinner this time of the year. It always engulfes the minds of those sensible to the spirit world, makng our senses grow sharper to receive the messages of those willing to communicate...and those who would rather force their words through to be heard. To be heard and feared and to grow hatred in their name, hatred that will strengthen the legacy their death left behind. Some of them cling to that power, and letting go of such is almost unheard and impossible for them.

There are two times in the year the veil is as thin as it is now, but this is the stronger. The being encapsuled within me knows this. It knows, and it laughs, its laughter echoes deep in my mind, rumbling in my chest as if the sound would grant it freedom and bring me despair... It is hard to ignore, yes. It's almost impossible, one would say under my peculiar circumstances. The seal tightly wrapped in my arm does what it can, aided by the teaching of my people and the spells that kept this being under control for now.

But it still laughs. Softly at first, a chuckle. Then it increases, it gets a deeper sound, whispers names and fates and situations I must give my everything to prevent, and it claws. The claws grab my brain and squeezes, grabs my heart and crushes, forcing air from my lungs to be expelled so strongly it makes me choke and gasp for more air.

It promises pain and suffering to those that came to my aid, before and now. It promises torture for the beings living within the two dark stars, it swears those marked by the dark will know no peace even in death, and that once it is free from the seals within and outside of me, that I will know the same fate as a way of thanking me for allowing his soul to survive for this long in captivity.

Then it stops. No more laughter, no more threats, just one last deep breath. And silence.

Silence is the part I worry the most.

[dawnblxde]

Noctis Lucis Caelum’s body’s physique during and after the events of Final Fantasy Versus XIII

[wandering-female-fighters]

Ganryu had came to the residence of Julia Chang, and thought he could try another way to win her affections other than asking her for marriage. He drops off a potted poinsettias as he knocks on the door and leaves. (@muses-of-the-memory)

Julia Chang was going to set another live stream on saving the forest, but heard a knock on the door. “Hello?” She looked around for who it was, until she saw a potted poinsettias on the ground.

“A poinsettia? Who left this here for me?” Julia asked herself as she saw a tag saying. “From your secret admirer, Ganryu.” Julia wouldn’t put it past Ganryu if he sent him this.

As if stalking her and asking her for marriage wasn’t enough. But he did give her the Forest Rejuvenation Data from the King of Iron Fist Tournament 5.

@muses-of-the-memory (for Ganryu)

[icecoldwilliams]

|| When you work with the devil who stuffed you into an ice sleepy pod for nearly two decades, cheating on your diet is inevitable, no judgement here nor ever allowed. 🥤💜

[truedevil12]

Jin Tidal Wave break throw

ngl it look like they were dancing when Devil Jin cancel the throw is pretty cute😂😂

slow version

ik is not that different much im sorry i try my best😭😭

[werewolfbarista]

SNOOPS GOT A WHOLE ASS STAGE IN TEKKEN TAG TOURNAMENT 2

HE DID?????????????

[mediatorkazama]

"Hello, Asuka Kazama. In the spirit of the season, I give you this poinsettia. Merry Christmas." Lili spoke to her rival giving her a plant. (@muses-of-the-memory)

Asuka Kazama looked confused on why her rival, of all people, would give her a plant. But given that it was Christmas, she accepted the gift.

“Uh… thanks?” Asuka asked feeling a little suspicious about her.

@muses-of-the-memory

[luna-di-fuoco]

For a dear friend on Discord who wishes to remain anonymous, here's a HwoKina story based on these intimacy prompts!

WORD COUNT: 800+ RATING: E / Everyone

SUMMARY: Yukina and Hwoarang go to see a local band perform on one of their dates. However, something gets left behind in the process of them getting ready.*

*NOTE: This story is non-canon to the events of White Moon Saga and is considered a one-shot.

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Gathering the upper layers of his hair and tying them with an elastic, Hwoarang takes a moment to look at himself in the mirror. While the accessories have yet to be added, his outfit consists of an open vest and white graphic tank top, faded black jeans with splattered graffiti, and a belt with a skull and crossbones on the buckle.

Offering his reflection a bit of a smile, he heads for the foot of his bed to gather the rest of his outfit when he hears a muffled greeting from behind his door. Looking towards it, he perks up as he strides across his room to greet his guest.

Upon opening his door, he sees Yukina rummaging through the inside of her overnight bag. Watching from afar, he notices that she appears to be halfway dressed with slightly ripped jeans and a black fingerless glove on her right hand. Her face, which usually dons a natural set of makeup, is decorated with a slightly edgier look with smokey eyeshadow and a darker lip.

Her top, however, left much to be desired, being nothing more than a light gray pullover. Raising a brow in confusion, he calls out to her.

“Whatcha lookin’ for?” He asks curiously, getting her attention.

“Oh!” Getting slightly startled, she looks over and pulls herself together, offering a mildly insecure smile. “I was hoping to finish getting ready here,” she explains as she tugs at her top. “But I think I left the top I was gonna wear at home by accident.”

Now with an understanding of the situation, he narrows his eyes. Looking her over, he begins formulating a plan.

“I got somethin’,” he tells her, entering the main area of his apartment and moving towards the washroom. “Wait here.”

Her interest piqued, Yukina’s eyes follow him as he enters the washroom and turns the light on. After about a minute of searching, he finds what he’s looking for and makes his way over, holding his hand out.

“Here,” he offers, watching her take what he’s given her. “Try this.”

Staring back at her is a black graphic tank top with a dragon’s head, the line work done in vibrant shades of teal and red. Finding this to be an excellent compliment to her partner’s color scheme, she smiles.

“I’ll be right back,” she informs as she heads for his room to change.

The moment his door slides shut, he moves towards the lounge area. Just before he can make himself comfortable, he hears his door open with Yukina’s voice in tow.

“How does it look?” He hears. Looking over, he sees that compared to her, his top nearly devours her. Finding this to be the perfect teasing opportunity, he grows a bit smug.

“Kinda baggy,” he tells her, his lips perched into a mischievous grin.

“True,” she admits, averting her gaze and tugging at the loose fabric covering her. “You are bigger than me.”

Softening his expression, he moves towards her. The second he’s close enough, he squats down and grabs the hem of her top.

“Let’s see if this helps,” he suggests, tugging the fabric close to her left hip and tying it into a knot. Making sure it’s tight enough for it to hold but not too tight on her figure, he watches her inspect his handiwork.

“Good?”

“Mm-hmm.”

Placing his hands on his knees, Hwoarang rises from his spot as Yukina returns to her overnight bag. Watching her tie her hair with her ribbon and absorbing how she wears his clothing, he offers a subtle smile.

“You look good,” he compliments, his tone soft.

Looking over at him as he says this, Yukina’s face grows slightly flush, her eyes warm. Smiling, she tightens the ribbon in her ponytail and returns to her bag.

“Thank you.”

Looking over at his bedroom, Hwoarang makes his way over while talking in the process.

“Just gonna throw on the rest of my stuff and we can go,” he tells her.

Nodding in response, Yukina grabs a black choker and silver cross star earrings from her bag. She begins putting them on when the conversation continues, Hwoarang’s words getting her attention.

“You start getting hot out there, you tell me,” he instructs. “These things can get pretty stuffy.”

“Ah—you’re worried about that?” She asks out of genuine curiosity. Despite not seeing his reaction, she can tell he’s embarrassed by his tone of voice when he responds.

“Yeah, well—I just don’t want you passing out.”

Softly giggling to herself, she makes her way towards him and peeks around the doorframe, watching him adjust some sort of brace on his wrist. Against the faintest blush and a curt expression, she can tell his eyes are vulnerable.

Coming around the doorframe to enter his room, she steps in front of him and places her hand on top of his, watching him make eye contact.

“I promise I’ll tell you,” she assures with a gentle, earnest smile.

Staring at each other in silence, she watches him compose himself. Pulling his hand away and gently ruffling the top of her hair, he continues the conversation as he leads her out of the room, their voices fading into the night.

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