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pop pop pop / electric blue and starlight sparks in her eyes you’re a jinx!!! things rot in the undercity, stripped back and peeled away, but too many leave bones for her to trip on; scars that ache when all she wants is silence, and the dead don’t talk, but gods above do they know how to scream.

stupid kids / crash bang boom. everything is ashes and charcoal in her mouth, the taste of copper on her tongue that bleeds into her throat ( she’ll never taste anything but iron again. ) not powder anymore, but powder still rattles the cage; she claws, fights and screams, and jinx can only let loose the cries in a cacophony of explosions that never seem to destroy it all / blast it all away. she’s not a child, no, but she can pout like one; this tantrum that transcends years / threatens all of piltover when it reaches the crescendo. just … believe me when i say i’m sorry. and fuck / so is she; that’s powder, always sorry / always crying. can’t let ghosts crawl back into the living.

❝ juh eez, so serious! lighten up, won’t cha ?! ❞ that fleeting glimpse, gone again; vulnerability peeking through / brutally pushed back. vi made their choice she’s made hers. m̦̈́y̓l̊͊̌ȍ͕̠͌ w̑a̘s ̞ͪr͈̣͎ͭ̽͒ig̺̍͋ͅhͦ̇̽t̮̯̥͛̈́̚!̘̰̌̄ ❝ is this how you keep the bad guys in line? bore ‘em to death? sheesh, you used to have a sense of humour! ❞ the bullets on her waist clink together / a macabre applause to the performance. ❝ oughta get that stick out yer ass, red, it’s not doin’ you any good. ‘course, that’s what you get for livin’ topside. man, talk about sell outs! and i thought i was bad for blowing up the bank boom! ❞ her voice pitches high / a sudden shout in vi’s face, arms spread wide / expression wild, gleeful, deranged. ❝ man, talk about opposites! it’s like we’re not even related! ❞

#6cious #( VERSE. ) ACT IV. / HERE'S TO THE NEW US.#gldksfhgdslkh im sorry i couldn't resist #jinx: who needs therapy when u can just harass ur sibling

𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐒 | @6cious .

“ do you ever think about 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 & wonder if they’d be proud of us ... 𝙱𝙴𝙽𝚉𝙾 & 𝚅𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁 ... ”

#6cious #« 02 . 𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙴 »#( you didn't like for a thing for vi #but i wanted to do one anyway )

@6cious // ❝ due to personal reasons im evil now ❞ — welcome to dumbass central.

“and due to impersonal reasons i am now a damsel in distress.” she cracks a smile, then bursts out laughing. “ew, i can’t keep that one up. do these guns look like damsels to you?”

#6cious #i love doing memes like this #┋☆ YEARBOOK. // ic.#▐┋ YEARBOOK. // arcane. / verse 003.

@6cious // ❛ you may not want to change, but the world is unforgiving and will do it for you anyway. ❜ — fuckin shitty of ’em.

she knows a thing or two about change: the kind that creeps up quietly and the kind that pushes through you like lake water, leaving nothing of your old self behind. she has been twisting the two in her hands for years, teetering and swinging back. someone said this to her, once: why do you fear the strike? for a while she thought she was nothing but strike, and then he said that.

in her own home, with her own mother, there is still a girl she is supposed to be and she is not that person. it’s nothing her mother ever says—proud of you is what she says most of the time—but it is hard to fit yourself back into a space you are too big for. clothes she can’t imagine ever having worn hanging in the closet. and there is the world, her world, glistening, and the underworld glistening brighter.

it’s no kinder here.

to vi, the both of them down below, karen says, “i know. but i’m trying not to un-change, you know?” which, she supposes, is another form of resisting after all. her bangs have been growing up, and she pushes them back to squint into the undercity’s refracted light. “what you’re saying is i should just give into it and change however this world wants me to? i guess you’re right. you’re never going to stay in one place, no matter how much you want it.”

#6cious #┋☆ YEARBOOK. // ic.#┋☆ YEARBOOK. // misc verse.#but also #▐┋ YEARBOOK. // arcane. / verse 003.

What hobbies do you have outside of RP?

the sad answer is none hdsfgh. the slightly more honest but equally sad answer is playing video games, though those tend to be less a hobby and more something i do to procrastinate and escape the stress of my thesis - writing struggles.

i'm in a bit of an ehhhhh space rn in my life, but once i've graduated and moved back to my home city i'm planning to pick up ttrpgs again! until then i'd really ought to at least get some more activity and outdoor air in my life and start taking walks, if nothing else.

munday prompts / @6cious

#out of sparks 🗲 ooc.#6cious

@6cious // ❛ why does it feel like this is goodbye? ❜ — hit me where it hurts.

“goddamn. i know what you’re doing.”

they’re on the landing outside the bedroom they share with powder and the boys, whispering so low and so intently that even the walls can swallow the sounds of their voices. chatter from the last drop trickles down the stairs through a barely cracked door, which brings with it the promise of privacy. it’s something v couldn’t have gotten away with, sneaking out like they had with their old stuffie and a hand in powder’s hair; the twins read each other easier than anything, know when the other is hiding something. and this is too big to keep down.

“and why you’re doing it. you think you have to; i thought about doing it myself. but you don’t have to, you shouldn’t, i—i can. they need you.” vi steps forward and punches v’s chest, hard, letting her arm go loose the moment she makes contact. “you don’t—” fist against v’s chest “—have—” and again “—to do this.”

she wants to ask, aren’t you scared? but it’s a silly question; of course he’s scared. and it’s a stupid question, because it’s hard enough to talk about things like that, even in snatched moments, when v’s shoulders aren’t so tense you could light a match off them.

vi can’t stop them. not just for their stubbornness, though that would be enough to settle the matter on its own, but because a few yards away powder is depending on them. because vander sat the two of them down and told them about responsibility, and things could go so wrong if topside doesn’t get its due.

“asshole,” she says instead, emphatically.

she pulls v into a hug, deeper and tighter than any hug she can remember. she breathes the undercity stink of him, feels the brush of their hair against her cheek, and curls her hands into fists as they’re wrapped around his back. part of her wants to say don’t go—most of her does—but he is trying so hard to be brave and she doesn’t want to crack that. be safe, she could say, but it’s hollow in the back of her throat.

voice muffled, she says, “hit ’em good for me first.”

#6cious #▐┋ VI. — (ic)#▐┋ VI. — (answered asks)#▐┋ VI. — to be brave. (verse 002)

@6cious // “ you’re going to be fine. i can help you. “ — friendly neighborhood.

not long ago, karen would have denied it all—the bags under her eyes deep enough to drown an army, in her pajamas, her clumped hair making a birds’ nest at the back—with a simple and vehement i’m fine. i’m fine at the end of the world, i’m fine with the world hanging on her. i’m fine with nothing but the aftermath, the endless quiet of the flat she can barely keep on top of rent for.

vi had chosen a bad day to swing by. the radio had broken, and outside all the little sounds of day-to-day life had grown cacophonous. there were monsters everywhere. karen had moved the kitchen block onto the table beside her own knives and was playing with the handle of the largest blade, which wasn’t weighted properly for stabbing. vi had had to let themself in, and had found karen with a bowl of soggy cereal and a few new blade marks on the table, half risen and wild with a knife in her hand.

when she’s lowered the knife, stabbing it deep into the table with a shaking hand, karen says, “you can’t. you can’t,” because it is one of those days and she believes that. “i’m just... fucked up always. i’m supposed to... deal with it. i’m good at dealing with it. dunno what you can do.” she yanks the knife out of the table and sets it down with a small chime. she slides it and the whole block toward vi.

“i’m no good at hand to hand, but maybe we can do that for a bit?”

#6cious #┋☆ YEARBOOK. // ic.#┋☆ YEARBOOK. // misc verse.#thank you for this one ohhhhhhhhh my girl #i love her

lean's over, using their shortstack of a twin as an arm rest.