S h e - F o x .

❣ . Y u n a (Final Fantasy X | Final Fantasy X-2).

❣ . Independent roleplay blog.

❣ . English ; Literate ; Multi-Para/Novella roleplayer ; Willing to adapt writing style and length on partner’s request.

❣ . Highly selective.

❣ . +8 years of experience.

❣ . OCs, AUs, M!As, Crossover friendly.

❣ . Mun is of age (+18) ; Yuna’s age ranges from 17 (FF X) to 19 (FF X-2).

❣  . Friendly but awfully shy mun.

❣ . NSFW content allowed ; Triggers will be tagged in order to respect everyone.

❣ . Track: aetheriia .

My dash tends to be a little dead some ties, and I’m looking for rpers from different fandoms to rp with/follow. So if you rp one of the following, please reblog~ <3

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Berserk

Devil May Cry

Disney

Escaflowne

Final Fantasy

League of Legends

Legend of Zelda

Merlin

Pandora Hearts

Shingeki no Kyoujin

Diana could be naive, inexperienced about the wonders of the world beyond from what was written in all the books she kept, unable to trust someone enough to allow them to be so close -or allow herself to approach-, but Ahri was like silk caressing a wound, soothing to her ears while talking, indeed using the correct words to spot her curiosity and to reduce her surly behavior. What a wonderful gift was to hear her almost hypnotizing voice.

“I would be glad to receive you every single time you decide to come, Charming Vulpine.” There was still that hint of respect while not saying her name directly. For Diana, names carried a special powerful meaning, a glimpse of closeness shared, a matter of trust that would be only shared after a long time, but not because of that she won’t refrain a smile. “You will be more than Welcome here or inside the Lunari Temple, my Matron is pleased by you being here, I would never dare to ask you to leave in that case… still, I can’t deny I’m marveled by you coming so far away from Ionia, to see someone who isn’t related to Mount Targon being here is a little uncanny. Is there something you may need or I would be able to help you with?”

R a p t u r e .  How fascinating, enchanting and intriguing Diana was; the she-fox often heard stories and legends about her persona, her past, her powers and everything else that was interesting and compelling enough to end up on the tongues of the most curious villagers, yet all their words would have never managed to describe the beauty of the woman who was now standing in front of her. For a mere second, Ahri even felt jealousy towards her: Diana’s appearance was superb and unforgettable, her story held so much sadness and pain within it and her powers had been granted by the Moon itself - She could almost be described with a single adjective: p e r f e c t . Even a marvelous, exquisite and charming creature such as the Gumiho was aware of the fact that Diana could have easily used her beauty as a weapon, just like she did - And this worried and scared her, greatly. These thoughts were soon forgotten and forsaken once the Lunar Maiden’s voice reached the large, hound-like ears covered in velvety fur on the top of the vulpine-she’s skull; how foolish she had been for experiencing such a meaningless and absurd feeling towards Diana. They were not enemies - On the contrary, they might have possessed more things in common than they thought.

Voluptuous, roseate lips were curled once more upwards, allowing a new captivating, tantalizing and bewitching smile to become part of the ethereal, intangible mask that everlastingly concealed the woman’s real emotions and thoughts; bowing her head and allowing her feelings to take over her savage instinct and mind would have made her v u l n e r a b l e .      “I truly feel honored; since my days under the features of a simple, stray fox, I’ve always admired and loved your Matron. I often spent my nights talking to Her, confiding my deepest secrets, searching for a safe spot under Her ethereal light and asking for help whenever I felt in danger. I don’t know if you believe that an invisible string guides us all, yet... I can’t help but think that our encounter was decided by Fate, my beautiful Lunari.” As her melodious, almost hypnotizing words echoed around them, the vulpine-she unconsciously lifted her head towards the cerulean; brilliant, auriferous optics directly stared at the Moon, looking at her in the same way a normal human would address a close friend or a member of their family. For a mere second, the invisible mask upon her visage almost collapsed. A relaxed, sincerely delighted and ecstatic expression had conquered her statuesque, facial features only to be promptly replaced by her mischievous facade once more. It was the first time Ahri actually mentioned her previous life to someone, and in all honesty, she could not explain what had brought her to do such a thing; maybe, the lunar light as well as the ethereal atmosphere of the night had taken over her common sense.

Indifferent and unemotional the man raised his gaze from the black tome that he was reading, a familiar voice, oh and ever so flirty and playful. He almost shaked his head at the attempt, but chose not to comment on anything, instead he locked gazes with the golden eyed fox woman who apparently was addressing him…

“Dissapointing. Rumor has it that you were trying to redeem yourself, albeit it is not the case as i see.” Closing the large book he tilted his head slightly to the right.

Truth be told he had never talked with this woman, aside from brief glances that all individuals share, she was a mystery as much as he was, despite the facade of an alluring, perhaps desirable woman the swordsman had the tendency to study the gazes of others, and in Ahri he sensed the need to belong, but he didn’t chose to believe this for he had never talked or studied her further in the past.

I n d u l g e n c e . Voluptuous, roseate lips were leisurely curled upwards, giving only a brief and feeble glimpse of sharp, alabaster fangs before being shaped into a mischievous, captivating and quite deceiving smile; the vulpine-she’s ethereal, statuesque visage often morphed its features, concealing her real emotions while unfolding misleading straws of thoughts and feelings. She was just like a creature of clay: everything about her was constantly forged, modified again and again until she finally succeeded into gaining what she longed for. If the young man desired so, he could have kept on looking into her eyes for as long as he needed to; all he would have seen were a pair of brilliant, auriferous optics whose savage and monstruous shades and characteristics could not be concealed any further.      “As much as I feel guilty for interrupting your relaxing evening with only a book as your company, I can’t help but feel honored to see that you’ve finally decided to focus your whole attention on me; I promise you will not regret it.”

Jimi Hendrix - Foxy Lady