❝ They say that music soothes the soul’s fury. But there is no song you can play that will heal the wound in our heart. ❞ // @elenorsia
❝ Do you see? The flowers wilt to dust in our hands. The curse of the undead. ❞ // @soultheft
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June Challenge Prizes - The Queen Below by @hynpos
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Kalista stays quiet for a moment. She runs her hand through the animal’s fluffy fur, clumps sticking to her clawed fingertips. Though the poro seems to like her, rubbing against her hand & purring, Kalista is emotionless in her stare back.
After a moment of thought, Kalista extends her hands. The poro only pants happily as it is thrust back to the woman, unaware of the rejection happening.
❝We cannot accept. We have no time to dedicate to it.❞
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Give my muse a Valentine’s Gift!
Feel free to combine gifts!
💐 a bouquet of flowers 💍 jewelry [sender can specify] 💋 a kiss [sender can specify] 🍽 romantic dinner 👀 other physical affection [sender can specify] 🍬 chocolates 🏠 an intimate night in 🎡 a fun night out 🐶 a pet 📱some type of electronic device 🎟 concert/sporting event tickets 💰money
❝ the first oath. the one she made to him. ❞ HELLO????? UMMM???? SHIT MEMORY WHO DIS???
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🌙🐍🗡 really fun patreon commission for @trbl-will-find-me around the concept of stories where girls live in the end (in this case persephone). i had a blast working on it!
my patreon is the only place i will occasionally open commission slots right now as i’m working on the deck and don’t have a lot of time for them. slots are first come first serve and will probably be available every two months or so?
instagram: @amrit.s.brar
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IF ANYTHING is a given to those that know the defender even at the barest surface, it is that jayce prides himself for being a man of logic (or perhaps it is that he has the bad habit of being a snappy bastard even at the most innocent bystanders; frankly, by now, he doesn’t care much to know). it’s part of being a scientist, bouts of brash impulsiveness put aside, and he’s always found knowing the way things tick soothing. certainties of physics won’t be stolen away so easily from him, if not perhaps for the rare occasion where he’s met with magic, though in piltover those cases are far too few for him to account it and amass it to statistics.
such love for logic helps him none now when he’s faced with this apparition; a thin, corpse-like woman struck through with far too many sharp spears, the phosphorescent blue of her flesh a tell-tale sight of the supernatural, her eyes seemingly blind but something in the back of his mind tells him: she sees more than you, boy.
letting out a breath he had not noticed he had held, he eyes her as if to gauge intent for a syrup-thick second. tone low, whisper-like, shock tinging his speech all too treacherously, he utters:
“…what are YOU.”
scientists. that’s what they called them nowadays. in kalista’s time, they were arcanists, scholars. kalista was a warrior, a general --- though they were useful at times, she never much bothered with them while she was alive. they may as well be mages for all their knowledge ; though they couldn’t protect themselves either. in short, the spectre’s opinion of scientists was already abysmally poor. his question made it even worse. was it not obvious?
❝ ---- an apparition. a phantom. they call us the lady of vengeance.
...though you are not a very good scholar if you haven’t figured it out already. ❞