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Send me ♋ and I’ll compare our muses.
ｂａｓｉｃｓ:
WHO OF US IS:
Older? yours/mineTaller? yours/mineRicher? yours/mine?Neater? yours/mineNicer? yours/mineSmarter? yours/mineFunnier? yours/mine
ａｄｖａｎｃｅｄ:
Who is a better friend? yours/mineWho lies the most? yours/mineWho swears the most? yours/mineWho reads more? yours/mineWho is more creative? yours/mineWho is more troubled? yours/mineWho has better morals? yours/mine
.//INTRUDER IDENTIFIED @ask-anilith
Deep optics gaze orange glare. Hexagonal gaze held reflection less stare with statuesque poise. This civilian again? He pondered the options, rules of engagement. Once before he gave order for her to vacant, and the addition of a combat zone made the subject less appealing.
Rifle met his grasp, riding held pump forward and reverse as spent round ejected toward greyed street surface. He wasn’t about to permit another intrusion, save for anything vital to which, she was proving the negative.
“Intruder I never speak to one twice.”
“This is an active combat area of operation. Leave now, or be considered a potential mission threat.”
.//incoming contact... initializing tactical visor... ask-anilith
“Stop.”
“This area is restricted to any non-combatants. State your business; and maybe you’ll walk out of here.”
ask-anilith
i saw this somewhere and you should draw the squad like this (any of your fav squads)
FKING LMAOOOOOOO. I SAW THIS A WIHLE BACK. OHMYGOD. I HAVE A MIGHTY NEED TO ACCEPT THIS. LOOK AT THESE HANDSOME DEVILS.
The gift was late, but she dropped a present for the Purifier by his home. Inside the present he would a simple blue colored scarf hand knitted herself. "Winter is coming! Prepare yourself!" //HI i was bored so here!!
Lucian arrived home to a box, laced with a ribbon and a tag addressing it to him from Anilith. Placing it down on the table, he carefully unwrapped it, in order to preserve the ribbon, and discovered a long, blue scarf inside. Picking it up, he read the attached paper that said “Winter is coming! Prepare yourself! ~From Anilith” and gave a small chuckle as he sat it down.
Trying on the scarf in front of a mirror, he adjusted it’s positioning, looking at it from all angles. “Huh… actually doesn’t look that bad. I could use this… Looks good with the cloak, too.” Placing it on a rack near his winter wardrobe, he put the box and it’s ribbon somewhere where he would find it later, to return for future use. No need to be wasteful.
ask-anilith accompanies a tired veteran
“Ani... Ive noticed you are rarely home in Piltover.”
“What has been keeping you busy?”
★!
Send my character a ★ and I’ll bold everything they feel toward your character.
I like you // I love you // You’re one of my best friends // You’re like family // You are family // I dislike you // I hate you // I’d kill you if I got the chance // I want you to like me // I’m scared of you // I would adopt you // I’d date you // I’d sleep with you // I’d marry you // I’m worried about you // You confuse me // You’re annoying // I pity you // I respect you // I trust you // I feel protective of you // I’d invite you with me to parties // I’d lend you my money // I’d borrow your money // You’re good-looking // I’m suspicious of you // I’m hiding something from you // You’re fun // You’re boring // I’m upset with you // You’re nice // You’re mean // I’m envious of you // You’re smart // You’re stupid // I look up to you // I think you’re a better person than me // I think I’m a better person than you // I want to apologize to you // I wish I’d never met you // I never want to forget you // I want to get to know you better
( ask-anilith )
✗ //i believe this is the angst i was waiting for
Send me “✗” for a drabble in which my muse kills yours.
Dust settled. Risen by the winds, uninhibited by the lack of infrastructure. A deadened plane, once host to teeming life and bustling community. Only the hollowed shells pf unnerving synthetics patrolled the land. Battlecasts. what a name, considering their intrusions, their purpose for was not battle, rather eradication. Unyielding at the task, granted by the vision of the Creator, the machines carved the landscape offering the only solace in a swift end.
Within the rubble, lay the remains of civilized life Scathed and suffering. Famished by both sustenance and hope. Their lines crushed, homes vanquished. Concrete trenches below the beloved city scape provided final refuge. How long, was the popular inquiry, how long until they find here? Hushed voices; mislead tales to those still youthful, unaware of the involvement they so inaptly played.
Machines of their own device remained active, humming with gentle activity. Constructs of mercy, bearing what life they could give for the remaining. Tubes pumped sterile fluid between cracked skin. Delicate flesh severed by heat, by metal coated broken bones, masked the sheer punishment inflicted on such a young soul. Crimson eyes flickered between the darkened surroundings, otherwise motionless atop the wrinkled bedsheets. Her company, only company for the time, nestled with singed fur. Button eyes watched her carefully from spherical form.
There he returned, the man amongst others, whom chose life, or the prospect of fighting for it. Olive long coat trailed his steps as did the dust tracked inward. Surface beheld the girl’s reflection. A painful sight, blues shielded by opaque lenses. He couldn’t tear away, but only approach. Beret of their faction, the Resistance, settled bedside as did the signature eye wear sat atop the bridge of his nose. A breath, soft, deep. He spoke;
“Hey. Keep Poro some company?” A gesture pat along the toy’s hem. Eyes shifted between the two, settling on her own.
“Listen, Ani… We might have to move soon. There is another band of refugees closer towards the city walls. The Sheriff is already setup, and they have better doctors than what I could manage here.”
Anguish silenced in his tone, only reassuring behest his words. Coarse, though, was the soldier’s voice. Too well did her wounds matched past diagnosis; the fracture ribs slowly bled into the soulmancer’s ribcage. Before long, the organs would prove useless The girl drowning within her own body. Salem rifled through the drawer, locating contents included syringe along with loaded subsistence. The needle found the tube funneling itself into lithe frame.
“I’ll need to slow your heart rate. During transit, you might begin to bleed if I don’t, and I’ve no tourniquet. You will fall into a medically induced coma, and by that, you’ll sleep.”
“It will be no more than a long nap. Once you awaken, we’ll have you properly treated. Your healing won’t be for weeks, months even, but The first step is getting you to a better place.”
A pause, wine hues blinked twice. unable to verbalize, the damage preventing such. Eye lashed fluttered several times, affirming his words. The man’s body hovered over, lips pressed against the tenderness of a forehead before resting back. The needle slid between the surgical dressing, the contents soon pumped slowly into the girl’s system. Red irises felt the heaviness of eyelids; her vision blurred as the concoctions softly rested her mind and beating heart.
Salem paused, watching the effectiveness of the merciful drug. Aging man leaned back; tracing her frame with solemn blues. The makeshift monitor relaying the expected flat line.
It was the last time he’d see her eyes again.
