#alluress

[heartate-aa]

obligatory ask about whether or not ahri is the type to get it on with a duplicate of herself

um,  yes  ???  YES  ??  listen  . . .  ok ahri’s not totally self centered or anything like duh of course she knows she’s beautiful and like  . . .  who,  other than herself,  would know what she likes the best  . . .  :)))))))))

[essence-flux-primed]

“ ugh, you’re so tragic ez. ” — sg!ahri

✧— “Hey!” No, his voice didn’t just crack, thanks for asking. It’s not his fault they were all waiting for him when he returned to his room, like some kind of weird camp designed to embarrass him. “I’m not tragic.” As long as none of them read his journal, he’s fine. They don’t know he’s been to see Lux. As long as they don’t know he’s been to see Lux, then it’s totally fine. “Besides, she wasn’t even there this time, and—” Ah. Shoot. He glances at the rest of his sisters and then back to Ahri, self conscious in a way he usually isn’t. 

     Ahri’s eyes meet his steadily for a few moments before she speaks up. “All right, girls, show’s over. I’m gonna speak to Ezreal.” Her lips form the word that makes Ezreal certain he’s about to be reprimanded. “Alone.” Ezreal stares at his shoes as everyone else clears out and thinks about how nice it’d be to be Yuuto and just zip in the window and curl up on his pillow without having to worry about changing or about explaining himself to Ahri or anything like that. He cracks one eye from his comfortable throne and looks at Ezreal as if to say you brought this on yourself. Then the little bastard closes his eye and lets out a great big sigh, as if to announce that he’s going to sleep and that he won’t be woken up. 

     It’s not his fault. He can’t stop thinking about her. What’s he supposed to do, just pretend that she isn’t a short flight away? Ezreal’s feet don’t quite touch the ground as he tries to find the words to explain why he’s sneaking out again. “I came back, didn’t I? I always come back. You know that, ‘Ri.”

[yuhl]

✿ !!

send me a  ✿  and i’ll fill out the template below. bold for things i could definitely see or want, italics for things i could see or am unsure of and striked out for things i don’t want or cannot see.  / @alluress​

FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers  /  family friends  /  friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies  /  fake friends  /  recently friends  /  party buddies  /  friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime  /  old friendship  /  [ your muse ] is the good influence  /  [ your muse ] is the bad influence  /  [ my muse ] is the good influence  /  [ my muse ] is the bad influence  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  /  frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  other .

ROMANCE.     childhood sweethearts  /  [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush  /  [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush  /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  highschool sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract  /  long distance  /  unrequited [ from your muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from my muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from both sides ]  /  skinny love  /  friends to lovers  /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ]  /  soulmates  [ literal ]  /  awkward  /  turning toxic  /  toxic love  /  cheating [ on your muse ]  /  cheating [ with your muse ]  /  other .

FAMILIAL.     siblings [ half ]  /  siblings [ step ]  /  [ my muse ] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure  /  [ my muse ] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse  /  [ my muse ] is a parental figure to yours  /  [ my muse ] is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child  /  [ your muse ] is taken under mines wing  /  [ my muse ] is taken under yours wing  /  other .

ANTAGONISTIC.     dangerous to each other  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into sexual or romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of off circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based off misunderstanding or lies  /  conflict of ideology  /  betrayal  /  hero - villain dynamic  /  enemies  /  fight club  /  friends turned enemies  /  lovers turned enemies  /  exes turned enemies  /  other .

[essence-flux-primed]

as her team’s leader, the she-fox needs no words to realise when a teammate is feeling down. she seats herself next to the unusually sullen blond, pulling him in so he may rest his head against her shoulder as a hand reaches for his, rubbing the back of his palm. “ i’m here for you. ” ( feel better soon R ❤️ )

✧— The First Star chose him when she could have chosen anyone else, so Ezreal does his best to make the most of it. He can travel between planets the way most denizens of each travel between buildings, so he should be honoured—and he is. Really. He's glad for it. But there's something about being a Star Guardian—about always being a Star Guardian. Forever.

Sometimes he just wants to be normal, intergalactic travel be damned, and have his biggest concerns be whether they'll have his favourite flavour of milkshake in stock. It doesn't help that he's actually pretty garbage at this whole Star Guardian thing.

The house is quiet and he's alone until Ahri finds him slouched unhappily on the couch. A bitter, twisted part of him wonders what he did wrong this time to earn her attention, but when she pulls him close it breaks that brittle part and his misery bursts like a blister. Ezreal's lip wobbles as she takes his hand, and even though he tries to hold himself together, the first tear rolls down his cheek, paired with an unhappy whine. He squeezes Ahri's hand with one of his and wipes his eyes with the other. There's no words to encompass his grief or to thank her for the moment of comfort, so he leans against her and closes his eyes, accepting her comfort.

[mamaterasu]

alluress  offered: approaching as a fox with snow white fur, carrying a few wildflowers in her jaws as an offering ❤️

a shrine sits at the foot of the hill.  there are many others like it, some grand and some small, some barely the size of a rock. above lay only the clouds, faint things, dotted about the skies where they lazily drift along. beyond this patchwork of wood lay a forest, then another forest after that. teeming with life, untouched, the undergrowth burgeoning wider and vaster. there is a hazy feeling, a feeling as if this is another place but not another place. not parted from the real world yet the air flows differently. the earth teems like a wild tapestry of many colours.  

they rise to meet their guest. 

how beautiful they are,  she spoke, voice distinctly soft, motherly, safe. long swathes of snow-white fur melt against the fox’s own, yet what differentiated them were the stark red markings that danced and swirled along her snout and down her limbs. the sun god is pleased, humbled by such an offering. slowly they take the cluster of wildflowers from the fox, and by mere contact do they burst into even more vibrant colour. you honour me with such an offering.

[belsevere]

@alluress​ /  ☠  / not accepting

⚔ ’ 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐖 ? 𝐀 𝐖𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍 with so many tails , dancing  between the  trees ?  nyl  had  seen  many  strange  things  before  but  this  was  a sight  yet  to have  been  experienced . a  rather  little  thing  as  most  creatures  were  when  compared  to her  great  stature ,  the  death  knight  was  sure  she  had  startled   her  as  she  and  her  skeleton  dragon-mount  burst  through  the greenery . her  beast  reared  back  on its  hindlegs  as  her  grip  tugged  reigns; kyranastraza’s  maw  gaped   wide  in  a  roar  & cold , blue ,  mist  similar  to   what  leaked  from  the  death  knights  eyes  streamed  from  between  its  fangs  with  the cry . shh.. she  urged  gently .  𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍  amused  by  the  surprise  she  might  have  instilled ,  frightening  off  a  native  to  these  lands  would  do  her   no  good  when  needing  direction .  once  her mount  was  calmed ,  nylnysa  slid  from  her saddle  ,  her  boots  landing  with  a heavy  thunk  against  the earth .  despite  the  warmth  of  the climate  ,  her  saronite  armor  still managed  an  unnatural  thin  sheet  of  ice   along  its  surface  and  with  her every  breath produced  a  visible  chill . pulling  off   her  helm  ,  the  elf  gave  her  hair  a toss   as  she  gathered  her  bearings  ,  white  hair  shining  silver  against  the  sunlight .  ❛  you  there .  i  apologize  for  my  abrupt  disturbance . ❜  came  the eerie  echo ,  like  many  voices  whispering  at once  below  hers  in  an  abandoned  cavern . ❛ i will not harm you , but i do require your assistance if you are willing to give it . perhaps for some coin ? ❜  

[dethberi]

      forgive  him  if  he’s  coming  off  hostile  at  first   ,   he’s  just  being  protective  of  his  home.  ichigo’s  been  watching  this  enigma  all  week  without  so  much  as  a  word   ;   how  she  guides  spirits  in  flits  of  pink   &.   blue   ,   girlish  titters  akin  to  that  of  silver  bells  on  a  sweet  summer’s  day.  she  . . .  doesn’t  seem  malicious   ,   maybe   ,   but  one  can  never  be  too  careful  when  the  unknown  is  right  before  their  eyes   ,   no   ?   kurosaki  rounds  the  corner   ,   donning  shinigami  garb   &.   coming  to  stand  behind  whatever  this  creature  claims  to  be  with  his  blade  ready  to  wield  zangetsu  if  needed.   “   caught.  ”  spoken  simply   ,   firm   ,   making  his  presence  known  if  it  hadn’t  been  already.    “  where  are  y’sending  them   ?  ”

@alluress​    ,    starter  call.

[umbane]

“That’s a little self-righteous, don’t you think?”

→ VICIOUS.

Self-righteous? That’s a laugh. As if anything he’s ever done has been for himself. “He was in my way,” Kayn says, and if he focuses he can still remember the look on Nakuri’s face in the moments before he died. AND THE WAY HE SCREAMED, Rhaast says. DO YOU REMEMBER THAT, KAYN? THE WAY HE SCREAMED YOUR NAME WHEN HE KNEW HE WAS GOING TO DIE. OH, THAT WOULD GIVE ME GOOSEBUMPS IF I HAD SKIN.

                                                                                                      Rhaast may not have skin, but goosebumps prick along Kayn’s shoulder and down his back as he remembers that way Nakuri had tried to turn him from his goals. Did Nakuri want the scythe? Or was he afraid? OH, HE WAS AFRAID. THEY ALL ARE. Either way, someone so pitiful hardly deserves to live. Kayn feels no remorse, not really, but his lips pull into a frown anyway. Zed was not pleased, no matter how much Kayn insisted that it was a necessary sacrifice, Zed would say the same thing: there are too few of us to kill our own.

                                                                                                      DO YOU REMEMBER WHEN YOU PICKED ME UP, KAYN? OH, WHAT A TIME THAT WAS, YOU AND ME, SLAUGHTERING. WE SHOULD DO THAT AGAIN SOME TIME. YOU HAD FUN! Is Rhaast always this loud? Kayn scratches his head, though it seems like more of a thoughtful gesture than one trying to get the demon in his head to quiet down. Kayn grimaces, then continues. “He was interfering with my mission.” Kayn’s dark eyes glance away as he lies. “How was I to know whether he was on my side or not?”