heyo 👋 !
so, it’s been a hot minuet since I’ve been here. I really love leon & all my starfox muses, unfortunately I don’t think I’ll be coming back to them. at least not anytime soon. they’ve been a lot of fun, especially leon, being that he’s one of my oldest muses thus far but I just don’t have the willpower to be on them anymore for reasons I won’t be going into. maybe that’ll change, maybe I’ll come back someday, but until then I’ll be on an indefinite hiatus for all of them, you can catch me on some of my other blogs, if you know them.
catch you all on the flipside. ✌💖
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❝ Apologies for our tardiness back to Sargasso. Unfortunately, due to Wolf’s overeager behavior I had to . . . ahem . . . have my hips realigned. ❞
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I FORGOT it was Leon’s birthday on the first of January. I am a fool . . .
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❝ this team is a fucking NIGHTMAAAAARE ! ❞
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@icantlose continued from here.
❝ My schedule, thankfully, is completely cleared. Save for sleeping, but -- ah -- ❞
the grip upon his rear startles him, the word ‘lewd’ nearly leaving his lips on impulse alone. however, in the state of euphoria he’s in, he manages to stifle such an obvious observation for the time being. moment taken to revel in the feeling of the other’s hands upon him elicits a soft sigh from the reptile. head fogging as he offers a breathy exhale, grappling with the now difficult task of articulating himself.
❝ I ... ahem ... I believe that’s a task I can push back a few hours to make room for something far more ... exhilarating. ❞
the hefty task of releasing his iron grip upon his schedule is a privilege he does not grant just anyone. however, it was near impossible to withhold himself currently. furthermore, the idea of having to keep his adulation to himself any longer than necessary greatly upset the assassin. the fact of the matter was, Leon Powalski wanted his husband and he wanted him now.
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wolf : I just feel like they don’t respect me. --
leon : kill them.
wolf : easy there, leon. let’s not get carried away. ---
leon , already on his way : I will kill them.
wolf : what -- muffin, no ---
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pops in here just to change Leon’s icon to his pride icon :]
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brb redownloading 64 emulator just to play Starfox 64
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sharpclaaw:
“Azeeza pop in.” She states rather plainly, red and yellow gaze hardly staying on the chameleon, her attention and curiosity more interested in the strange objects that surrounded the duo. A strange bodysuit folded neatly on the table, thin enough to likely fit the stranger before her, and a modified handgun, complete with a jagged knife affixed to the barrel were among the unfamiliar items that caught her attention. “Not know how got here, Star Wolf…”
“Where Scales?” She asks, her attention finally falling back to the assassin. “He come too? I in space? How far from Sauria? How Azeeza get home?” These, and a myriad of other urgent questions raced rapidly through her mind. That is… when she wasn’t distracted by all the cool toys this Star Wolf guy had laying around.
…What an odd name for a reptile.
❝ Pop in? ❞
Leon parrots as he watches her attention drift elsewhere, looking over the living quarters he tries to discern what it is that held her gaze, but to no avail. returning cold blues to her form, he takes note of the name given to him incorrectly. no venom on his lips as they part to correct, only to be interrupted with the barrage of questions.
❝ Scales? ... I don’t know anyone by that name. You are free to search Sargasso if you so choose. I am uncertain on the exact distance we are from Sauria, the Communication Center should be able to assist you in determining such. Since you described your entry as 'popping in’, I would assume you have a teleporter of some sort on your persons. ❞
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@sharpclaaw
Despite his demeanor, Leon was just as intrigued by her as she was him. Cold blues look her over carefully, narrowed gaze ever signifying the distinct lack of trust Powalski would put into others. Gloved hands adjust his cuffs, before he folds his hands behind his back. Her disjointed phrases remind him of his own mother back on Corneria, a twinge of fondness there, though she seems far colder. Not that he had a problem with it, if his mother were any other person he’s sure he’d be frazzled and exhausted by her constant doting. Expression seems to soften, if only a bit, as he responds.
❝ I see... In any case, you’re currently located within Sargasso Space Station, a freighter ship in international airspace, owned by Lord O’Donnell. It’s a hub for mercenaries to trade, rest, and secure contracts, among other things. More specifically, you are in Star Wolf’s quarters. How you got in here is beyond me. ❞
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COMMENSE THE BOWLING OF THE CHAMELEON OVER
After a long and arduous solo mission delegated to the chameleon, there was only one individual on his mind. As he docks his ship in its usual spot and climbs out of the cockpit, he wonders how far off his other half would be upon his feet hitting the floor of the docking bay. Familiar light thud of boots upon the metal floors, and quiet padding footsteps through the cold halls of Sargasso. Even without a mission to carry out, he couldn’t cease to think to be as quiet as he could be. Mind always processing a means of escape, attack, and hyperaware of individuals and their presence. A threat level assigned to each that made sense in his own mind. However there’s only one individual who could seem to disrupt such well kempt thoughts in the best way. One wild variable that always jumped fate and created his own luck, what fire and passion he held in him, his rage was nothing short of divine to behold. One person alone who could never cease to amaze and surprise the assassin. And that one person was upon him before he could even make it into the bar itself. Powalski rounds the corner just in time to be tackled unto the floor, making careful adjustments to continue the movement until he had Wolf pinned. Does it with ease and grace, it’s second nature to him. Yet simple but warm smile takes the place of a deadpan expression on his lips, a sign that he knows all too well that the one below him was no threat to be dealt with. But rather, an individual to be cherished, his favorite divergence in plans, his adored and wild variable. A small grin granted to him as he gazes down at him, smugness tugging gently at scaled features. An expression that reaches his eyes as he straddles his partner’s lap, and relinquishes his gentle grip on his arms. Gloved hands settling lightly upon the lupine’s chest, he purrs quietly.
❝ Hello, love. ❞
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❝ The insinuation you are making is a very serious one, boy. I torture for intel, work, and leisure. but I do not cross that line. ❞
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"Leon, Muffin, wake up--ya gotta--"he interrupts himself with clearly alcohol-induced, exhausted giggling, "--ya gotta say 'haha, seaweed!' please say it!"
The chameleon reluctantly awakens, rolling over and peeking an eye open at his clearly inebriated partner. Confused, dazed, and barely lucid, the reptile mumbles.
❝ ha ha, seaweed? -- why? ❞
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❝ You’re impossible to forget~ ❞
“I sure know how to leave an impression, don’t I~?”
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Quietly, the big wolf wanders into the duo's quarters as the station's chaos begins to wind down for the evening. Climbing up onto the bed and worming his way into the chamleon's space, Wolf can't help but kiss Leon before rumbling quietly. "Mmmya 'wake?"
It was a long day, like many before that, and there was nothing the chameleon enjoyed more than completing every task right on time and according to schedule. However, it seemed that Murphy’s law was in full effect today, completely throwing off the lizard’s schedule. Exhaustion and frustration was quick to take hold of him before the day was over, and even quicker was he to come crawling into bed once the day was done. Yet still, he stirs when the door slides open and shut within the space station, feeling the familiar weight of his lover as he crawls into bed, and the soft kiss seem to lull him into consciousness tenderly. A light hum as he blinks and turns over, curling in close to the other as he replies softly.
❝ MmmI am now, love. ❞
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"Uhhh, Muffin, I'd like to humbly request that you and I make out upstairs."
❝ Oh? Is that so? . . . Hm, I suppose I have time for a bit of . . . fooling around as they say. ❞
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"--Wait, you LIVE in this dump?"
❝ I assure you that our chambers are far more well kept and decorated than the bar. ❞
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