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League of Legends (リーグ・オブ・レジェンド) ~ Zyra
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outofthorns. zyra would absolutely tie her hair into one thick braid and weave flowers into it . . or a big messy knot and lace flowers into the bottom of it.
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How to play Zyra
Gently presses his finger into the dirt surrounding a wilted rose bush. Frowns when he notices it's quite dry and then proceeds to use his bottled water to remedy that issue.
ah , finally . it’s been so long since last rainfall . a quiet sigh exhales through her network of roots and stems and leaves , breathes into brittle rose petals . gradually , shades of amaranth percolate into the many withered flowers peppering the shrub and the water’s effects are near immediate . all she’d needed was one sip . just one . as if an echo on the breeze’s tail , you can hear a hush ❛ thank you , ❜ pass the youth by . he would be spared , for he has earned the stranglethorn’s favor .
"... would you have me if I submitted on my knees?" [ HAVE a rAUNCHY ASK ]
❛ – for dinner ? absolutely . i’ve learned long ago to never pass up a free meal . ❜
❛ how dare you make jokes out of my children withering . where is the HUMAN - ITY ? ❜ see , she could make puns out of your species , too . 👏
If plants could talk; i wouldn’t need humans 🌱
❛ this is no time for puns ! ❜ retort is spat back in venomous timbre . thick viridian green vines sprout from the soil beneath her feet and coil about , rising in the air swiftly . how dare she take the death of her sweet children so lightly ! ❛ how are you going to fix this ? ❜
“Are you trying to turnip your nose at my blossoming jokes?”
Twisting thorns curling up from the underground does not phase our Exile, although she is weary enough to take a few steps back. ( && the guilt still lingers, but it soon is replaced by the humor of silly jokes. )
“I think your stem’s just bent out of shape!”
❛ one more . make one more joke . i dare you . ❜ oh , she is so incredibly done with the exile . . and her terrible , terrible sense of humor . do it , riven . make another plant pun . do it .
amber hues prowl over each ignited limb , curiosity written in subtle expressionism . a singular brow quirks and lithe , leathery limbs fold beneath bosom veiled scarcely by twin petals . she recedes vines momentarily . a new world , new people , new magicks . you could never be too careful ; after all , her own survival was most imperative . instead , said vines will crawl ‘round the trunks of ancient trees , slither over thick roots , and design themselves about the youth . and in mere moments , lush and gigantic flowers of all varieties spring to life from them , bringing vivid colours and aromatic scents to the scenery . zyra smiles and it is mischievous corner to corner . ❛ no need to be so feisty , little one . it was only a compliment . ❜
Notable relief manifests in her exhaling breath as the vines slither away from her as would snakes. The shimmering power around her disappears, its hostile power sheathed. The Princess maintains her cautious and discerning demenor. The vine woman was hypnotizing in her beauty; just another reason to be wary.
❝ I do not trust you. Oft it’s the most beautiful roses that have the sharpest thorns. ❞ It might have been cryptic, but it was also almost a compliment.
❛ aye , but i am no rose . ❜ brier fingertips weave betwixt burgundy strands , pulling thick hair over shoulder . a simper dances on the edges of deep dark lips and she will stare into her company with a quiet knowing , for zyra was no primrose ; she was not a pretty flower meant to be groomed and aesthetically adored . but a stranglethorn most toxic . roses may sting , but she lashed , whipped , turned your belly inside - out and asphyxiated you with a singular brush of enticing petal . with slow , calculated steps does the ancient harvester gait around the other . ❛ i am a STRANGLETHORN . and what are you ? ❜
#poisonivy #dccomics #dc #art #ink #inktober #inktoberday11 #copic #copicmarkers #pentel #pentelbrushpen a poison ivy sketch I started yesterday, but finished today!
By Mingjue Helen Chen
;[ zyra. ]
❛ you forgot to water them . you’ve killed them , my children . hh . . ❜ a seething chews the inside of her cheek , furrows small brows . she clenches brier tips into the soft flesh of palm and it takes all her might not to lash out upon the runic warrior in that moment . one task ! place them under sunlight and WATER them ; one . simple . task .
@eciled sowed her seeds.
SOME PART OF HER felt quite the guilt for letting Zyra’s plants WITHER; it was, however, not her intention! Something so menial and laborious was just not a task she could commit to her memory, and, to top it off, the instructions ( as simple as they are ) became a twisted puzzle Riven could not solve. Did she only want them to have partial sunlight? How much water was enough?
Not wanting to admit that this failure was due to executive dysfunction, she opts to try and bring light to the situation.
“I can’t beleaf never get to take root…”
❛ this is no time for puns ! ❜ retort is spat back in venomous timbre . thick viridian green vines sprout from the soil beneath her feet and coil about , rising in the air swiftly . how dare she take the death of her sweet children so lightly ! ❛ how are you going to fix this ? ❜
Who needs a sextape if we got Mr & Mrs Smith?
❛ oh my . . aren’t you pretty ? ❜ she will coo and it will drip with a poison most lethal , most tempting . a rose which sheathes it’s thorns in deception . and curious vines rove across nimble bodice and milky appendages , invading the young woman’s personal space with a wicked curl of lips .
Chills render over the Princess’ skin, a combination of both the voice of pure toxic seduction and the greatly discomforting sensation of the vines rummaging over her skin. Power glows from her royal eyes, trailing over her body and exhaling gold as if it were a breath from her lungs.
❝ Careful. You are not the only one who wields power, forest witch.❞
amber hues prowl over each ignited limb , curiosity written in subtle expressionism . a singular brow quirks and lithe , leathery limbs fold beneath bosom veiled scarcely by twin petals . she recedes vines momentarily . a new world , new people , new magicks . you could never be too careful ; after all , her own survival was most imperative . instead , said vines will crawl ‘round the trunks of ancient trees , slither over thick roots , and design themselves about the youth . and in mere moments , lush and gigantic flowers of all varieties spring to life from them , bringing vivid colours and aromatic scents to the scenery . zyra smiles and it is mischievous corner to corner . ❛ no need to be so feisty , little one . it was only a compliment . ❜
Her flowery ‘heart’ is composed of human remains.
❛ she’s gotten so big . . ❜ betwixt willowy digits does zyra hold a venus flytrap , thumb brushing it’s papery flesh with a profound delicacy . it snaps at her and she cannot stay the chime of feather - light laughter that expels from vermillion brims ; it is her child after all , and how feisty they were ! teenagers , really . gilded gaze draws to the long - coat man near , then , a query she already knew the answer to extending out to him . ❛ isn’t she pretty ? ❜
@daddyearth sowed his seeds.
Mother nature does not judge her new borns by their pounds, but by the stability of their roots. It was intriguing——to see how she coddled the flora, delicacy apparent by her touches and composed by her half lidded eyes. The planet triumphs all, and protects those who are one with it. The sweetest of roses could skin humanity alive & feast on its innards if it wanted to—-All it needed was a dose of moxie.·
❛ Hm. She is, I suppose. Does she have a name?·‘
❛ she does not . . ❜ a muted hum flows from the earth daughter , and she will muse over the possibilities of a name . meanwhile her child exercises it’s jaw as a humble fly buzzes overhead ; teasing the plant by hovering just barely out of stem’s reach . lips form a pursed line . and a flick of wrist is given , adept fingers capturing this bothersome insect . it is fed to her sweet flytrap , as a mother rears it’s baby . ❛ snap . this is her name , but she is no snap pea . ❜ ah no -- truthfully , zyra had never been particularly creative with names . this was obvious in her oldest pets , vine lasher and thorn spitter , named so for their abilities as well .
gilded gaze then roves to him . a singular brow quirks , curiosity illustrated in subtle expressionism . ❛ you , human man . what is your name ? ❜