#* ✦ duelmarks

[everlastiingiimmortals]

with every boothill that slides in to tease ratio he loses another year off his life

[gemkun]

What the fuck do you mean you're a simp for OSWALDO SCHNEIDER

I SIMPLY HOPED HE WASN'T HOT BECAUSE YOU KNOW WHAT HOYO IS LIKE OKAY LOOK AT MR ZANDICK

[inundatae]

mother? 🥹 /gets shot

In a gesture that is wholly second nature though it has been years since he's had the opportunity, Neuvillette pulls a handkerchief from his pockets and strolls forward. He reaches up and pulls his child down to an appropriate height and begins rubbing the smudge of dirt from Boothill's cheek. "There's a meal within though you'll have to change into fresher clothes first, your current garments are filthy. Come on, your father and I have missed you."

[iiryoku]

@duelmarks & @sagnaevi MUNDAY. / NO LONGER ACCEPTING.

♒ Thoughts on the fandom you're currently rping in?

ANSWER <3

[pantachorei]

@duelmarks | starter call.

a   wanted   criminal   sought   after   by   the   ipc,   how   peculiar.   much   as   the   position   of   an   intelligentsia   guild   member   was   wont   to   align   with   that   of   the   ipc,   he   was   no   bounty   hunter,   nor   invested   enough   in   the   preservation's   liberally   labelled   followers   to   actively   pursue   those   that   wish   to   harm   it—   unless   tasked   to   do   so,   perhaps.   his   head   canted   slightly   as   he   fixed   the   other   with   an   inquisitive   glance.   ❛   who   are   you   pursuing   now,   gunslinger ?   ❜

[vulune]

@duelmarks sent a message [ . . . ] Playfully bites Robin's cheek. 😇

ㅤㅤㅤ𝐚  𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐚𝐥  𝐨𝐟  𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫  𝐩𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬  𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡  𝐡𝐞𝐫,  sonorous  and  pretty  -  tinged  with  surprise  and  songstresses  typically  lovely  tones.  downy  wings  flutter  at  the  side  of  her  head  -  the  one  nearest  to  the  cowboy  playfully  thwacking  his  face  in  return,  at  the  same  time  her  body  bends  both  away  and  towards  him,  giggling  all  the  while.  hand  -  covered  in  delicate  lace  glove,  presses  lightly  to  metal  chest  as  she  laughs  and  laughs,  those  lovely  wings  twitching  with  the  effort  to  keep  up  with  her  jubilance.  oh,  it  is  a  righteous  sort  of  joy  -  so  pleasant  that  momentary  bars  of  gold  and  iridescence  erupt  around  them  -  a  by  product  of  emanator  born  power  that  her  friend  brings  forth  with  his  carefree  antics.

ㅤㅤㅤ❝  jesse!  ❞  she  chides,  finally  managing  to  wriggle  free  from  the  playful  (and  harmless)  grasp  of  dagger  teeth.  lace  gloved  thumb  raises,  pulling  his  lip  back  away  from  said  teeth  with  little  preamble  and  giving  something  akin  to  a  dainty  snort,  ❝  look  at  that  -  now  i  have  to  redo  some  of  my  makeup.  tsk  tsk.  ❞  and  yet  joyful  gleam  finds  starlet's  eyes  at  the  same  moment  one  of  her  many  iridescent  songbirds  finds  his  shoulder,  and  promptly  bites  his  cheek  in  return.  

[wingspiked]

5. What's the best thing about the fandom?

this  may  be  a  cop  out  answer  -  but  the  differences  in  portrayals  and  headcanons.  that  is  the  beauty  of  rp  and  fandom.  and  while  i  have  seen  a  lot  of  people  get  pissy  with  one  another  because  someone  elses  headcanon  doesn't  align  with  theirs,  i  really  think  the  unique  differences  between  similar  characters,  the  unique  takes  on  plots  and  plot  points  -  and  the  sheer  creativity,  is  what  makes  me  love  the  HSR  fandom  so  much.  

i  have  been  here  since  day  one  (and  so  have  u  robin),  and  i  have  really  loved  watching  it  grow  -  watching  people  interpret  what  the  story  throws  at  us,  or  try  their  hands  at  new  and  old  muses.  it's  just  so  fun  to  see  and  i  love  reading  people's  headcanons  and  takes  on  things!  

[finalism]

@duelmarks : 📜📜 One for Bladie and one for Acheron pls 🙏🏼

send in 📜 for an incorrect quote for our muses / accepting.

[stagehunt]

✧･ﾟ @duelmarks sent: 📜 / incorrect quotes generator, accepting.

[everlastiingiimmortals]

"If it were not for the fact that those damned cowboys had metal fingers, I'd have bitten them off for touching me."

[gemkun]

❝ Thought ya might appreciate this li'l one — a fine addition for your collection. ❞ㅤHands him this rubber duck without elaborating any further.

      ⸻       he   glances   to   the   proffered   ,   palm   —   sized   rubber   duck.   eyes   flit   ,   from   the   trinket   in   hand   to   the   outlaw.   to   and   fro   ,   to   and   fro.   the   resemblance   is  ��.   .   .   uncanny.   which   seems   to   be   a   shared   view   ,   considering   the   glint   in   the   galaxy   ranger’s   sniper   scope   pupils.   ❝   you’re   handing   this   freely   ?   is   this   supposed   to   be   a   token   of   appreciation   ?   there   is   no   need   ,   it   is   part   of   my   duties.   ❞   then   he   squeezes   ,   compressing   the   material   of   the   toy.   before   it   bounces   back.   ❝   however   ,   i   will   take   this   off   your   hands   .   .   .   out   of   politeness.   ❞   hm.   now   what   to   name   him   ?

[iiryoku]

@duelmarks MEME. I ACCEPTING.

👍 You’re doing great! Keep it up! 👌 Your character portrayal is amazing. ☺ I love our muses’ relationship!

I am so flattered you think so, dear! Just know that I feel the same about your portrayal of Bootie <3 I always get so happy seeing you on my dash! And yes! I love our muses' relationship too, they just make me smile and feel so excited to see, what comes next. c:

[pantachorei]

Auction #7 @gemkun 's winner is...

@defiedlife ( 100,000 credits ! )

Auction #8 @duelmarks 's winner is...

@rosenpiety ( 100,000 credits ! )

[zhushi-moved]

@duelmarks,  starter.

a  small  kit  filled  with  various  tools  lays  within  reach.  the  swordsman  carefully  fiddles  with  boothill's  wrist,  utilizing  the  knowledge  gained  in  his  past  when  he  worked  as  an  artisan  to  fix  the  mechanical  part.  "  ..  you  never  told  me  how  you  broke  it.  "

[wingspiked]

@duelmarks sent a message [ . . . ] What initially began as gentle, tender kisses meant to coax Sunday out of his sullen state, each one a whispered reassurance of ❝ 's alright ❞, eventually — and wholly unintentionally — turned into something altogether more fervent. His hands began to wander, trailing down the other's body and at one point sneaking beneath his clothes to trace along the Halovian's svelte form, the chill of Boothill's touch contrasting with the warmth of skin. Gradually his kisses grew hungry, a hunger that seemed insatiable, teeth grazing Sunday's lower lip with a fervor not unlike a prayer. Whatever melancholy enveloped the room prior found itself eclipsed, if only for a moment, by the heat between them. When next their lips part, the gunslinger's words were more akin to a growl of his lover's name, the air exhaled between them coming out hot and heavy in the same breath he urges him back onto the bed. ❝ Sunday — ❞

ㅤㅤㅤ𝐭𝐡𝐞   𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥   𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬   𝐡𝐚𝐝   𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧   𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭   with   his   mind   swirling   -   a   miasma   of   thoughts   and   discord   and   agony   only   numbed   when   the   pain   had   taken   him   under.   questions   of   why,   and   how,   and   then   the   repeated   mantras   of   no,   no,   no   playing   through   his   mind   like   an   overture   -   a   symphony   of   musical   pain   that   left   him   bare   and   ripe   for   the   taking.   where   had   he   gone   so   wrong?   what   such   earnestness   had   led   him   down   a   path   to   earn   even   a   look   of   horror   from   his   sweet   sister?   when   had   he   strayed   so   far?   and   why   -   why   was   he   still   so   terribly   lonely?   eventually,   swirling   thoughts   had   eased   into   emptiness,   and   the   heart   wrenching   static   of   loneliness   had   become   assuaged   -   at   least   for   a   time,   by   the   ranger's   appearance.   

ㅤㅤㅤhe   was   empty,   terribly   empty.   in   this   dark   dank   room,   where   physical      wounds   had   healed   under   what   aeon's   gaze   he   did   not   know   (   for   sunday   would   not   look   inward   -   he   would   not   call   to   either   of   THEM   -   as   what   aeon   would   look   to   such   a   sinner,   to   such   a   failure   ),   he   beholds   boothill   with   a   tarnished   gold   gaze   cracked   with...   something.   

ㅤㅤㅤhe's   glad   to   speak   like   this   -   or   not   really   speak   at   all.   the   physical   touch   earns   a   bubbling   noise   of   barely   concealed   emotional   pain,   the   murmured   words   the   heat   of   tears   in   his   eyes,   and   he'd   leaned   into   that   kiss   with   aching   want   -   desperation,   tragic   recourse.   lips   part   beneath   a   sweeping   tongue,   gloved   hands   finding   strong   shoulders.   sunday   kisses   him   like   he   needs   no   air   to   breathe,   fully   consumptive,   frustrated,   fighting   boothill   until   teeth   graze   his   lower   lip   and   he   sighs.   warmth   edges   through   him,   curling   in   his   core   -   and   gone   is   the   static,   replaced   instead   by   heated   desire.   

ㅤㅤㅤmelancholy   dashed,   if   only   for   a   moment,   angel   stumbles   backwards   -   grace   long   since   banished.   he   falls   back,   onto   the   rickety   mattress, �� the   raven   wings   that   had   been   secure   about   his   abdomen   falling   free,   draping   across   blue   bedding   in   feathered   resplendence.   he   reaches   out   then,   finger   curling   through   a   belt   loop,   before   tugging   boothill   down,   and   cupping   lightly   at   his   cheek.   their   faces   linger   near,   kiss   stained   and   sunday...   sunday   is   vulnerable,   long   lashes   damp   with   unshed   tears,   alabaster   skin   flush,   and   lips   tinted   with   their   actions.   he   stares   into   boothill's   own   gaze,   before   winding   his   arms   tightly   around   him,   and   banishing   that   purveying   loneliness   with   another   desperate   kiss.

[ccaptain]

@duelmarks: [ COVER ]: while hiding from persecutors, sender pushes the receiver against a wall and uses their body to hide the receiver’s face from view. 😌 ( i lost the meme prompt rip... )

   it's not the first, nor the last time he'll be chased like this.

   usually, there's a lot more of build-up involved. there's investigations, intel to be obtained, and then a secret remote location that Kaeya can find a way to access, a piece of history left a little too unguarded. his escape is smoother, an illusion cast in place as he makes his way out and away from the planet and lays low, trying not to cause too much trouble. this time, however, it's different.

   it's a mixture of them both being kind of outlaws, actually. oh, and about Kaeya being in a bit of a running predicament to properly shroud his own, past presence on the planet. it's very probably a combination of both, really.

   it goes from him meeting a familiar face and preparing to enjoy a nice, chill afternoon in a tavern on Aeons-know-where, and it ends with them pressing against the wall of an alley, hiding from an herd that would like very little else than to scalp them both.

   and by pressing, he thinks that they may fuse with the wall if they keep this up. he's squished, a long strand of his own hair in his mouth in the frenzy of escaping and his chest heaving with a pant- but he's unharmed, and most importantly, it seems that Boothill is doing his absolute best to protect him.

   which is... well, it's nice. Kaeya wouldn't have faulted him for ditching his company for a quick escape- nor he would have held it against him. banes of being an outlaw means that he should be ready to make a quick run when needed without unnecessary baggage... people included. 

   ( Kaeya doesn't know if to extend his thanks or ask him why. )

   all that he does is look up at the face of his helper, and for the first time they're in such close proximity to notice the aiming mark in his pupils- just how intricate an iris can be, and the body pressed against Kaeya's one. his fingers seem to have unconsciously found over Boothill's jacket, digits digging into the leather as if he was suddendly caught in a bout of nervousness and his hand needed purchase.

   he's never been this close to someone before. the lack of warmth in the metal means nothing- he thinks it's silly for his face to heat up at this moment: it's clearly a necessary step to avoid bloodshed or capture... or both. being arrested would be inconvenient, wouldn't it?

   the fluster, however, is quickly taken away when the crowd chasing the duo passes right over the alley- and completely forget to even glance in the direction of the tall cybord hiding the guy with the very cobalt, very noticeable hairstyle.

   there's a minute of stunned silence, before Kaeya blinks twice and blows hair out of his mouth, speaking in a whisper that carries the ghost of a laugh.

   ' i can't believe that worked! ' he's tempted to snicker, with their faces still close as he's biting back a smile. ' they just didn't noticed us at all! it's like straight out of a cartoon where a person flattens like a sheet of paper and slips between the very small space of two buildings, and... '

   he trails off, blinking back up at his companion, meeting his eyes for a small moment before averting pale diamond away.

   ' sorry about that. that was definitely on me- i.. can offer you a drink somewhere else where this won't happen again?... maybe? '