#consider-the-tentacle

[natures-mimic]

"FIGHT!"

Transforms into the larger woman, lifting her arms up in the air.  “Woo!  Fight! Fight! Fight!

[shurima-demigod]

Psssttt and Want

Psst: Three things that they’ve always wanted to tell your character. 

“Well, I am sure you are well aware that I admire you deeply.  Very few mortals have such tenacity or a constitution like yours.  Priestess or not, you have always been someone I respected.  Hmmm… What else…  Ah, I do enjoy our sparring sessions.  Again, not many mortals compare to you.  And well…  My admiration runs deeper than friendship.”

Want: Three things they would do to your character if they were alone. 

Okay they definitely spar.  They would do that out in public too, Nasus isn’t picky.  They would definitely drink, but given their last time drunk in public, he would probably prefer to embarrass himself in private.  And, if she can convince him, he would be interested in learning to swim better in the ocean.  He can swim, but it’s almost always been still or gentle water, not the choppy waves or anything like that.  He’d have to learn how to deal with that.

[thequickncss]

Illaoi truly isn't used to these customs. In fact, she doesn't believe in them... she believes in showing true, genuine love and being extra with it through and through. That's what she did. She grabbed Rakan, picking him up in the air and plastered his face with one hundred kisses, sets him back down, fixes his hair and goes back her way. Also she left a blue feather tucked behind his ear. Wink.

Rakan is absolutely one hundred percent fifty thousand percent okay with this! He grins throughout the onslaught of smooches, pinching her cheeks affectionately - only to blink when he snatches that feather out of his hair.

Hey, wait a second. Did she know what that meant?!

“SMAAAAAAASH!” he yells at her retreating back. 

[hook-and-chains]

“My my, you really did mean what you say. I know what you are here for Priestess... all these children of yours lost to you. There are even more that are gone beyond the mortal coil that you cannot possibly retrieve. A shame, truly. You can feel them can’t you...? Writhing and worn from centuries of agony... I am aware how I have upset the balance, but I simply have not a care. Weak and strong... all of these mortals are useful to my cause... while you are detrimental to all of this.”

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[seliniakocharitos]

"Then hit me with all your might. Bring it. If you can fight me and defeat me, then surely, you can win what you so desire."

A challenge she issued. One from which she would not back down. The Aspect need not prove herself, too true she could walk away if she wanted to. 

But this was a choice, and her decision was made. She may not have needed this, but she wanted this. Tearing off the armor and casting it aside, her fingers flexed individually, before clenching her fists. 

Then, without hesitation, she launched herself forwards, swinging with all of her strength directly for Illaoi’s nose.

No face left unpunched.

[ask-arclight-varus]

✍ if you are still going!

Send “✍” And I’ll draw your muse.

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[wandering-exile]

☁ = being caught in the middle a storm with them (this is going to be wild because Illaoi is literally in the eye of the storm, praising Nagakabouros)

send one for my muse’s reaction to your muse —☁ = being caught in the middle a storm with them

Riven felt her skin crawl as another bolt of lightning struck nearby. She didn’t hate storms, but she definitely didn’t like being in them either. For her, the chill in the air that the storm brought with it was the worst part. Still, she stood outside with Illaoi, finding her mood to be drastically different from her own.

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[sandsandsorrows]

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“You are not from the desert, if I can wager a guess. What brought you to this arid wasteland?“