#ioniacriminal

[vulpesse-arc]

ANCIENT VICIOUSNESS has been trampled on   ──   In its lieu, a dulcet docility has instead been birthed. Vulpine audits wiggle for the briefest of moments before they perk up once more, accompanying the molding of porcelain features into a deeply demanding expressionism: Ahri impatiently waits there, with brushes of various sizes in her hands and a few pots of ink on the side. She knows that he had yet to openly agree to her proposal but Sett should know, by now, that the foxen vastaya is not the type of creature who enjoys wasting time when she could be indulging herself in much more pleasant and appealing activities   /   PAINTING ‘pon his back is, indeed, the best  (  non-violent  )  pursuit that she could currently pick.   ❝  For how long do you plan on keeping me waiting  ?  I promise that it will be more relaxing than you think, just trust me.  ❞  

@ioniacriminal​ got their soul stolen  !  ♡

[oceanbrings]

@ioniacriminal​ asked: “ i’ve lost control again. ”

joy division’s “ unknown pleasures ” ( 1979 ) sentence starters / ( still accepting!! )

               SHE KNOWS HIM LONG ENOUGH TO KNOW WHAT HE IS TALKING ABOUT. The time she‘s been there in Ionia is really precious to her because Nami got to know him. The Vastaya is aware that at the same time her powers gets stronger, it is also when Sett gets more dangerous---- Nami helps with it whenever there is a FULL MOON, even if the other doesn‘t like she is around him while in such state of transformation. Last night, in the full moon, Sett has told her to stay away; however how can she turn her back at him if peharps she is the only one how can deal with it ? Sometimes Nami gets injuried, but is not something she couldn‘t HEAL with her power right after. She knows that he have lost control, she was there. He had hurt her shoulder, but then again, the Marai can heal herself. ❝ It‘s alright. You did nothing serious and didn‘t left here. ❞ There is a smile on her face as she tries to assure him that nothing much happened.

[friendsinthefrost]

ioniacriminal replied to your post: *Jayce continuing to stare at the dash, judging...

LMAO

“You know damn well I’m right.”

[steel-and-fire]

웃 ツ

웃 :  An existing character you’ve played in the past that you miss? 

//Hmmmmmmm not sure. Like i miss a lot of them. But miss-miss them? Not really. I’m not the type to look back a lot.

ツ :  An OC you created that you are proud of?

Blis, my grumpy Noxian traveling mercenary. He was and is a masterpiece. Played him here for a year. Considering he was an oc, with minimal art, and not exactly shippable, his run was preeetty successful. Proud of that.

[flosveterum]

@ioniacriminal​ asked: He looks absently to the sky, watching the obsidian mantle decorated with speckles of light, recalling back memories to when isolation was not typically grasped - when her voice cradled him along with the flowers she frequently carried, offering him, every day / and every day he knew he was close to losing it all. " I miss you... Life is no longer the same. " He pauses to inhale, shaking his head with a bitter curve of lips. " I'm not the same... I'm losing my memories of you. "

unprompted ask / ( always accepting!! )

               Aerith‘s ghostly appearance took more shape with the sound of his words---- she is still a mere spectrum, one that took shape according to the will of the land and perhaps Sett's DESIRE to see her, in any case, she is THERE with her back turned right on his own and also starring at the sky. After all this time she has never left his side, even though he could not see her. Aerith‘s eyes turned down as her lips formed a smile and her head turned at the half vastaya. ❝ How can you miss me if I‘ve always been right here ?? ❞ There is a playful tone of voice, one that he knows very well.

[kenpxchi]

@ioniacriminal​

What better place to look for a fight than a war zone? Having heard of a great campaign between a pair of nations in the Living World, Kenpachi was already pushing his way through the Senkaimon before he finished hearing about the war. Unfortunately, if he’d stuck around a little longer to listen, he would have heard that the war had only recently ended. It’s no surprise that Kenpachi was disappointed to find that no warriors’ souls had perished recently, as he would have been happy to escort them back to the Eleventh Division himself, or take them on in a match before consigning them to the afterlife. Moreover, it’s a little unnerving to Kenpachi that most living mortals can see him here. He doesn’t know, but many people have a great connection to natural magics that allow them greater powers of perception.

Wandering about the capital took him down the roads he’s always been familiar with. There’s always a Zaraki in every place: the most violent, criminal district where the strong rule and the weak suffer. It’s there that Kenpachi finds himself, listening to the sounds of battle outside a great arena. If there’s anywhere that he can find the souls of strong fighters, it would be in there. The guards at the gate were easy enough to deal with. Kenpachi weighted down the air with his very presence, his reiatsu, and watched as they fell, knocked unconscious by the weight. Unfortunately, Kenpachi’s abysmal sense of direction leads him down all the wrong corridors... until he’s standing at the edge of the pit, watching a woman with scaled, serpentine skin choke out a burly human with her tail. Above it all, a red-headed man sits, clad in furs and gold. Everyone can see him, so there’s no point in hiding himself. Kenpachi’s voice echoes out over the sands of the pit and up to the seated man.

“oi! you! are you strong?”

[vulpesse-arc]

UNPROMPTED MAIL FOR THE FOX ! ✿  always accepting. @ioniacriminal​  has asked:  Languid steps were given towards the female oblivious of his presence, a smirk undulating upon his lips, exhibiting elfin canines. He did not announce his arrival – instead, he broke off the distance existing and pressed a chin atop her shoulder, whispering against her ear. ❛ Smells like heaven, but feels like hell. A perfect combination for the havoc you often cause. But hey, the world is indeed small... That, or destiny does bring us together. Yet again. ❜

Ivory complexion rises aglow in lines of painful and fervent goosebumps. HE TOUCHES HER and the darkness ridden chasms within her breastbone instantaneously twists with AMOROUS ARDOR, deftly birthed by a special type of wickedness that is neither human or bestial, but something entirely in-between. For how long, does he intend on bringing forth this HOLY WAR between predators, between the FOX and the WOLF  ?  

Previously proudly arched spine now seems to mold itself into something new in pursuance of allowing the vulpine-she to literally CRADLE her petite silhouette into his much bigger one  (  a romantic would have probably even claimed that the all-mother had carefully ensured that they could fit together, a union dictated by destiny and cruel gods  )  , whilst her visage is brought close to his own with the sole purpose of cozily NUZZLING against him, against his rough and tanned skin, against flesh that still carries the acrid odor of unfairly spilled ichor. Unnaturally loud is the INFATUATED PURR that thunders across the entirety of her frame, accompanied by a harsh breathe to bubble bosom and by the prompt apparition of mischievous malice that is easily smeared ‘pon each line carved out of ivory features. It would be so easy to hurt him... It would be painfully easy to violently retaliate for the SCAR that he has imposed ‘pon her once unmarred flesh   /   A memento of someone she wouldn’t have been capable of forgetting even if she truly wanted to.

   ❝  And I almost believed that you had begun to search for me on purpose... Oh, my poor heart  !!  How will it ever heal from such a wound  ?  ❞   Teases the woman, raising a single hand in order to delicately press her palm against the opposite side of his visage, as if to hinder him from interrupting the physical contact between them  ;  head turns just enough to allow the she-fox to brush luscious lips against his sharp cheekbone, as she lingers against his skin for no longer than the strictly necessary time to pepper him with fleeting kisses.   ❝  Do you BELIEVE in destiny  ?  I might have to reconsider my beliefs.  ❞

[oceanbrings]

@ioniacriminal​ asked: “You shouldn’t be out here alone.” ATTACKED [SENTENCE STARTERS] || still accepting!!

               GREEN EYES OF THE MERMAID GLARED AT THE OTHER IN CONFUSION. Why would he say such a thing? It is a dangerous place? Nami couldn't think of how would be dangerous. Ionia is quite A BEAUTIFUL---- maybe the most beautiful she has ever seen on dry lands and interesting country, but perhaps she hasn't see its dark side yet.

               ❝ Is that so? WHY? ❞ Nami asked the other with curiosity.