#lccmchild

[yi-dashi]

lccmchild said:

(ugly sweater yi pls)

“I hate it.”

[steel-and-fire]

"Not exactly the biggest achievement in the world, to be fair."

[ncumenia-archived]

|| @lccmchild sent:

"Forgive me, mistress..." She approached the Lunari with a submissively lowered head. Her expression was serious, almost grim, yet strangely sympathetic. "I did not mean to eavesdrop on your weeping. Nobody has the right to interrupt your grief... Please do tell what burdens your heart. I wish to provide you with comfort." ||

Pale and soft hands covered her vermilion lips, quickly wiping the tears away from her freckled cheeks as a familiar presence -then, her voice-, interrupting her painful mourning. However, the woman was way aware covering the blood leaking from both her mouth and sternum was utterly pointless, for its strong and bitter scent had already surrounded her huddled figure.

Still, she still looked like an injured animal as the Ionian approached her and, albeit she was concerned about her sorrow, her expression somehow showed something else... As if she felt nothing at all. And, Ernye envied her. Not even Ly could have ever imagined how much the Lunari wanted her feelings to be obliterated, to be as empty as a cracked vase.

«... You ask me how you can soothe the burden that has been festering my heart for ages...?»

The Targonian murmured, slowly standing up, that porcelain and smooth face of her was now smeared with blood, facing the other woman with a saturnine expression. Silence, then she spoke.

«... How would you provide comfort to someone whose blood has been persecuted for centuries... Who saw her parents and beloved ones being slaughtered by animals... And, then, who faced Death and what’s beneath it all alone...? How would you help her, Miss...?»

[general-darius]

“Boss Battle”

Send me “Boss Battle”, and I’ll post the music that plays when your muse fights mine as a boss. Alternatively, send me “Reverse Boss battle”, and I’ll post the music that plays when my muse fights yours as a boss.

♖ Accepting ♖ @lccmchild

Darius as a Boss : Entrance :  Woodkid - Iron ; Fighting : Carpenter Brut - Roller Mobster

[talesofruneterra]

@lccmchild is illuminated

It had been two years since Lo last returned to Ionia, and now here he was again, back on the shores of his homeland. Things seemed to change more each year he returned, as the Noxian influence continued to grow... But it was not his duty to oppose them, and so he continued on, guided by the Great Moth to where a powerful beacon had formed. This beacon brought Lo near the steps of what seemed to be a dojo of sorts, but he couldn’t say he was overly familiar with it... Hopefully, his actions here would not disrupt the school.

[mutemarksman]

@imithea | @lccmchild | @vermilion-bloom ᴀsᴋᴇᴅ:

⚪ White - What drew you so much to your muse?

All you motherfuckers just wanna hear me talk about how I’m a gay little man, huh? Is that what y’all want from me? Because I’ll say it. I’m shamelessly thirsty for Aphelios, but what’s new? Nothing. Nothing at all. I’ve always been like this.

ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ: x

[yi-dashi]

@lccmchild liked for some bad puns

“Oh, I hope you will loom about, Ly. Stay for a time. I do not intend to sting you along either.

 Er, in fact... I think stringing someone along means something different than intended. I retract this joke...”

[yi-dashi]

@lccmchild asked:

"I was informed you may provide important data for my research on the G/NETIC moveme-" The screen that covered half her face glitched out all of a sudden before it showed the PROJECT logo. When she spoke again, her voice sounded much more artificially sweet. "Please excuse my rude approach. Hello, I am L-4465 of the L-series. I'll gladly assist you." She buried her face in her hands, and when she looked up again, the screen showed a red butterfly. "... my name is Ly. May I ask yours?"

The lights of his own helmet pulsed in steady concern. As damaged as his sensory systems were at times, he was sure this machine before him was no hallucination. The PROJECT symbology also hit him poorly, in ways he couldn’t quite grasp. And information on the G/NETIC movement? What did he really know? He had just woken up one day, faced with his first memory free of corruption: a rebel handing him a blade. That sword, in his hand ever since, hummed in anticipation of some conflict.

“L-4465.” He offered dispassionately, his voice even but distorted somewhat by his vocalization unit, “Whatever you are, whoever you are, I do not share information with detractors. I do not share information with radicals. I destroy radicals. Prove to me your goal is not subterfuge. I do not trust readily...”

But despite his bold proclamations, he remained still. He was a PROJECT make after all, and yet he was here. There was hope for everyone yet.