#interitu

[multiiiplicity]

@khada-in-prada @perfect-fourth @interitu 

This is Zed and Jhin every single day.

[aurasong]

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♡ @interitu

Jhin: Sona and I have the kind of easy chemistry where we finish each other's- Sona: Sentences. Jhin: Don't interrupt me.

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Sona: .. .----. -- / ... --- .-. .-. -.-- [translation: I’M SORRY] Jhin: What's that? Sona: Remorse code. Jhin: I'm even angrier now.

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Sona: Please, I'm begging you go to a doctor. Jhin: I'm sorry is this OUR stab wound? Stay out of it.

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Jhin: I was thinking I'd do some magic- Sona: You? Magic? Jhin, it says talent show.

incorrect quotes / accepting !

[killrate]

♡ @interitu liked for a starter !

It’s late. She really shouldn’t even still be on campus, but certain areas are simply slept on. It’s nice when the weather isn’t too warm or too chilly, and there’s not many students around. There’s a conservatory by the old library, and it has very recently become her safe-place. And at six o’clock, there aren’t exactly too many students out and about, but there are quiet murmurs as soon as she steps in ( no doubt from the handful of art students who are sitting around, sketching plants and flowers ).  The voices are easy to tune out, as the butterflies roaming within are quite the distraction. But Mary doesn’t let them cause her to forget that she came to see the flowers. It doesn’t occur to her to look up and to the side as she stops in front of a batch of blush-coloured hollyhocks, up until she realizes that whoever was standing there first was... Quite literally towering over her. She turns her head to the side, and is mortified to see that it is necessary for her to tilt her head all the way up. Oh. He looks... Vaguely familiar. “Ah, hey, professor. You teach one of my friends, don't 'cha...” She says - the last part mostly to herself than to him.

[the-evolution-comes]

❰❰ DYING ❱❱ sender finds the receiver near death :)

This was it? It couldn't be. It just did not seem possible in his mind. Sure he knew his frailty in his current form, the feeble and weak body he still possessed oh so vulnerable to many variables, but he never thought something like this could happen to him. Maybe it was leftover naivety still thinking that he was young and invulnerable or maybe it was that this all felt far too soon and the setting of it all: the Sumps.

He wanted to give those in need another chance at life, to not be beholden to their addictions and illness, to become anew, rebirthed and reset with a whole new purpose for life. But that did not happen today. The lowest part of Zaun was known to be barren with the only things that live there being the extremely disadvantaged and shimmer addicts who lost all their belongings one way or another, fending for themselves in their slum-style living spaces and encampments. Activity would normally be low, most people opting to stay in their tents lest they be exposed to the chemicals in the air for too long, but this time it seemed uncharacteristically low, unnervingly so. Everyone appeared to be cleared out, makeshift shacks and hobbled together tents all abandoned, as if something worse than what had already happened to them in this lifetime and ran them out of their living situations once again. Of course, he had hoped that some generous soul had lifted them up from their impoverished state and given them a new start but he knew that this was not likely.

Inspecting the area should have been stricken off his list, he should have known something was up, that this was a dangerous place to be, more so than it already was. The first tent he would try to peek into was rigged with some sort of trap, a bomb, disguised as a mechanical lotus, that set off a chain reaction of other explosives and fragmentations, causing a wide array of reds, oranges, and even purples to dress the air with its color, somehow mixing with the Gray in such a way that if an onlooker might have seen it they would think it to be some sort of art display. If only Viktor would have had such a luxury.

His body ached as he lied on the ground. It hurt too much to groan. Or to think. He craned his neck to try and see over his chest to the parts of his body he could no longer feel and did not like what he saw. His heart raced and he would lay his head back down, shutting his eyes tight trying to delete the image of missing pieces and parts of himself and his augments but the image was burned into the back of his eyelids. Each time he closed them it was almost as if the image became clearer, remembering the blood, chunks missing from his torso, both legs nowhere insight. Whether they disintegrated or just blown away he had no clue. He didn't want to think about it either.

The herald's third arm would twitch about for a moment before Viktor would even realize it was the only thing he could feel, or at least control. It grabbed at the dirt and rock under him, gripping and attempting to drag what was left of him.

Was that a phantom?

He began to question what was real and what was not, thinking he saw someone or something down here with him. It was easy to think that when this whole sequence felt like something out of a dream -- A nightmare. Though he was not wrong, there was someone down here with him. It was hard to say whether he knew them or not, they were dressed in regal colors with a shawl and an ivory mask. No he most certainly did not know who this was or anyone who might dress in something so clean.

The man slowly scaled the smaller rock ledges near by, sliding down gracefully and taking each step as if it were some sort of dance. He could swear he heard humming of a song, one he had not heard before, as the man approached nearer and nearer until finally he was above him, looking down on him as his scrap of an arm still attempts to drag him out of there. It was no use, the man would stop him, resting his boot on the arm while it squirmed underneath desperately. The masked stranger squatted, getting down to Viktor's level and scanning him up close. He felt uneasy as the other stared at him, their gaze sending chills through what parts of his body he still had feeling until the gaze met his own. All noise around him was deafened and all he could hear was his breathing. He waited for him to say something but he never did.

"Who...?"

That was all Viktor could utter as the light around him started to fade. After a few winks the only thing he could see was that mask and then nothing at all...

( @interitu )

[aurasong]

anemone !

♡ @interitu

how does your muse view the world ;   as a cruel   &   unforgiving place ,   a land full of wonders ,   or something in - between ?  where does that world view come from   ( what experiences ,   life lessons ,   etc . ) ?

There's a quote / inner-monologue Sona has which makes me feel more assured about my response: "The world is cruel. Until that changes, I'll never stop playing."

Her views are certainly in the middle. She acknowledges the ugliness, the vile nature of mortals, but also knows through her own experiences with people, that the world is also beautiful, and it's worth having hope.

That's not to say that everyone can be redeemable, or that everyone can empathize and see beyond whatever harsh terrestrial lessons have shaped them; Sona has definitely been in the presence of people who have absolute apathy, and nothing is more terrifying. But those are not in the majority, and she has hope that things can change, and that violence and corruption won't always be the morbid expectation. However, she also understands that paving the way will not be easy, nor will it be free of bloodshed, loss, or suffering.

Sona plays music to help the people connect to one another - her magic is nothing if not to serve mortalkind. She has felt the easing of the hardest hearts & has soothed them through her songs. Nothing is more rewarding than that.

Even if she's just a tiny piece in the grand scheme of things; and even if she can only help a couple of hundred people - at least she's playing a part.

She truly feels it is her purpose in life. That is why despite her fame, Sona will never consider herself "too good" to perform at a smaller venue. She only wants to be heard, so that she can bring some peace and comfort to those willing to hear her.

Perhaps because she as a person is optimistic & hopeful, she sees the world as something worth protecting, and bettering; not something to burn down.

There is a quote that goes ' We don't see things as they are, we see things as we are ', and I believe Sona resonates with that. That is to say, she can understand how another might see the world as a thing very much deserving to be burned down... But she simply does not agree.

botanical headcanons / no longer accepting.

[killrate]

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♡ @interitu

Shoulders slumped, she shifts to give him a clearer view of the unimpressed stare on her face.

❝Mm. That thing's bigger than you,❞

She lifts her chin, gesturing to it. ❝But if yer gonna threaten me, do it like a man. Dukes up! Guns are for pussies.❞

[executionaryglory-archived]

beep BEEP, your draven is fabulous ! the dialogue you write for him is so good. i always read it in his voice. & your interactions def entertain me ! i'm excited to see more of him from you ! your portrayal is... so so ... not draven. but Draaaaaaaaven ..... ♡

I almost screamed at work jcjf when people say they can hear my portrayals in their voices it gives me 10 years of added life. This means so much to me, I’m glad you like him!

[malcolmgraves]

[ attempt ] 

Three shots fired, three shots missed. This guy must be a rookie shot Malcolm might have thought if they all weren't near misses that scraped across his backside. He couldn't see where the shooter was but had a good idea where the shots were coming from. Graves knew there was too much distance between the two of them and wasn't too confident he could close the gap.

Chk Shk.

He prepared New Destiny to be fired at any moment and kept the barrel at hip level. With his eyes closed, he breathed in attempting to slow his heart rate and clear his head so he could function properly. Just as he was making his move he heard a BANG accompanied by immediate shortness of breath. He looked down. He shouldn't have looked down.

The biggest hole he'd ever seen on his body was right there on the left side of his chest. Blood trickled down and glittery streaks of something started to come out in flowing, stiff strands. Mesmerized by it even while hacking up blood which now also poured out of his mouth, his body becoming weaker yet. The strands bursted into wondrous flora before his eyes. He thought he was dreaming when bouquets formed on and inside of him. A hand reached up and flicked a petal to double check that he wasn't just hallucinating and the flower wiggled.

Definitely not hallucinating.

Arms now crossed across his abdomen as if he were hugging himself, giving him some form of comfort in his state of shock. The world around him slowly faded with each blink. Darker. Darker. Dark.

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