#ask-the-unforgiven

[canisacademia-blog]

So...

     The sound of Yasuo’s voice pulled her from her own thoughts and she slowly turned to face him. One hand reached up to rub the sleep out of her eye as she rolled onto her side. Golden eyes gazed attentively up to the man’s face. Just the sound of his voice brought all the memories from the night before. It was difficult to keep a warm hue from her face, but she managed.

          “— So?” she echoed, carefully moving just a bit closer to him. The feeling of the covers against her bare skin reminded her that she was still very much nude under the blankets. “Did you enjoy yourself last night?” Using one of her tails, she nudged the blanket a bit further up her body - The curve from her chest to her waist caused it to simply slip back down again. Nervousness was barely audible in her tone, but she hoped he overlooked it. Truthfully, she was still having a bit of trouble believing that the night previous had actually happened.

[fcxtailed-blog]

— @ask-the-unforgiven liked for a starter!

the windwalker, nature called him—a man shrouded in mystery. perhaps he was known to humans, though ahri’s ears always  twitched when she overheard his unique footsteps slip by the forest’s edge.  and the moment he does, a subtle breeze winds around her — ears twitch, wide eyes glances up. perhaps being on the dirt path wasn’t the best thought. but she quickly pushes herself  up from her seated position, gazing upward towards the ( very much taller ) ronin. ❝ hello! ❞  she pipes, eyes closing into a  smile. ❝ you pass by here a lot. is there something special in the next human area? ❞ 

[stormfvry-blog]

. duskdream

❛        starter for @ask-the-unforgiven

                  ——— measurement is relative; souls are desperate for certainties that they invented lies. the thought that they could count everything, evade distastes; this is a second, that is a piece. they are nothing if not greed, imbibing lies by the mouthful.

                   lies never fit her tongue quite well; the texture of the words were too gentle. she sought truth, solace, certainty–

                   cyan(ide) eyes watch the wanderer as he traverses through the off-road town. her perch is level - a sullen bench in the shade from the sunset, sky deemed purple and clear. a breeze flutters both light locks and traveler’s dark tresses, the air winding past each soul. her tone is inviting, fingers rolling a loose crystal betwixt them. 

                  “ come and rest, weary traveler. ”

[softstarlight]

Yasuo ;)

Not My Type | Alright | Cute | Adorable | Pretty | Gorgeous | LORD MERCY

[canisacademia-blog]

Diabatic Waltz (Closed w/ ask-the-unforgiven)

     The rooftop of the academy had always been a place that Ahri had been able to go to be with her thoughts. There normally wasn’t anyone else here when she was, though she wasn’t around particularly often. Generally speaking, she was usually find with letting things just bounce around in the back of her mind throughout the course of the day. Yet sometimes it was nice to be away from the buzz of activity in the halls and classrooms - Out of the crowd where she was expected her play the sassy, untouchable gossip queen. She loved the role, but it still sometimes grew tiring.

     From where she was sitting, she could just barely look over the half wall she was sitting against through the fence and out over the grounds. It was a nice view, but it wasn’t what she was looking act. In fact, she wasn’t looking at anything at all. Her eyes were closed. One hand rested on her lap while the other had settled on her bookbag. The fox kept awareness of her surroundings by hearing, ears twitching to listen in around her as she sat in relative silence.

[celestial-aspect]

( - waves )

@ask-the-unforgiven

     ☼ — ORNAMENTING her features is a laden frown, one that doesn’t shine in the moonlight; the small town she had ventured into was rife with sleeping citizens and drunken ones flocking from the tavern, even though dusk had just swept over the vast sky. perhaps it was time to tuck in for the night, though something compelled her to remain awake; which she questions as she enters the tavern. there were a few rowdy men, though most of them had seemingly made their way outdoors – potentially removed by the owner. her gaze darts between each bystander, though none are familiar; making her way up to the counter, she orders a bowl of bread and light ale ( she had never been one to get drunk ). her vision casts over the man beside her, noting his appearance as she speaks up. “ you appear to be an interesting character, ” she melodically chimes out, a warm smile radiating over her features. “ i take it you do not live in this town – are you a traveller, too? ”

[piltoversfiinest-blog]

❤️

2: Kiss your eyelids (what the fuck)

A tender moment with Vi was usually ‘ow my arm is fucking tender vi punched it yesterday’, one like this was a myth. There was nothing soft about the woman other than certain features on her body. This was a moment for the books boys. Vi being gently, soft, the opposite of how she usually was, this was the loving side of the Enforcer, a side not seen by the living. Light kisses to the Ronin’s eyelids.

[darkmeanderings]

Ask-the-unforgiven

Send me a url and I’ll write some positivity for it. 

@ask-the-unforgiven

It’s a Yasuo! o3o Hello, I don’t know you but your blog looks cool. -totally isn’t scrolling through it, nodding- Mayhaps we can become friends? I hope your day is going well :)