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[vovchakvolk]

(For Vi) So…Lucy or Jinx…she’s your sister?-Max Caulfield

Anger welled up enough that one might expect their eyes to start glowing Shimmer purple, or Hextech bright blue-white (and yet it was only Shimmer that sent Vi almost catatonic). Maybe even chromatic. Fists clench hard enough for nails to cut into calloused palms, making blood well.

"My sister is dead. Jinx is simply a pretender to my family line to make me falter, make me lose sight of why I'm here. Why I'm fighting."

Upper lip curled enough for one overly, scarily sharp canine tooth to be seen glinting in the light. Vander had been the Hound, and Vi had easily melted into the title. Sometimes there was no Vi at all same as there was no more Powder, only Jinx.

It was the only way to deal with the pain, sometimes. Besides punishing their body to extremes. Broken bones, strained muscle, torn ligaments, crazed mind. It just had to be easier to push everyone away before they changed. Vi was tired of change. Hated change. Fuck change.

"And I'll deal with her the same way I deal with any other problem."

One hand, free of the gauntlets that had become their friend, slammed into the wall to the right hard enough the entire building shook all the way down to the foundation.

Fuck. Change.

[spectrewolf]

[BAPS]

"I have been bapped. I'm dying."

[spectrewolf]

Late birthday? There's a frozen cake left in front of Shane's door. What flavor? Why. Whatever flavor you want!

"Is it the phrase 'don't take candy from strangers' or 'don't eat strange cakes at your door'?" She doesn't care actually. It's just nice to have cake she didn't make herself. Although one should be a little worried about poison. The flavor isn't poison right?

[spectrewolf]

While sliding over a cupcake with a single candle stuck in it over to Shane, "I thought about singing the Happy Birthday song in German, but that's a lot of words prone to being butchered..."

"And here I thought my birthday was the best kept secret o' the Alliance," she remarked. She smirked as she picked up the cupcake. "How do y'think I feel tryin' t' speak Turian?" A bite is taken before any answer can be given.

[vovchakvolk]

happy birthday! i made a little cait/vi graphic for u because uhhh... graphics are internet bday cards! <3

Aww that’s so sweet of you esp. since we haven’t been able to interact yet! (I’m working on it hhh. Verses are Hard. And conversing ooc is Hard when ur a ball of anxiety which I AM trying to fix this year lol.) Thank you! 

[linguiphiliac]

[ Lavender~ ]

lavender is the sundress that comes down to her knees as she kicks off her shoes and buries them in gold sand, which in another world is also platja and sorra and mchanga. (there’s a picture on her padd, a delicate bud, firm and fragrant and hardy, and if her eyes squeeze shut, maybe, maybe she can smell it on the drift of the breeze). lavender is laventel, and lavand, and warna lembayung muda, and labhandair and mvinyo, mvinyo, all at once).

[linguiphiliac]

honestly I always liked uhura but your interpretation of her is the first time I've really felt invested in her? like just the way you handle her makes her an instantaneous favorite of mine. I can't even describe it -- she is so compelling, both in her canons and how you write her. your focus on linguistics is incredible and so enjoyable to read. ten million out of ten, friend

bae bae you are always have such kind words for me and this just means so much to me. uhura is many things, she is such a multidimensional character; this is the first time a muse has challenged me in this way. uwu i am glad you love her too!!!