#praevaliduum

[crownofwhispers]

📝!

[the-lost-lieutenant]

@praevaliduum | from X

She meant to press the intercom to essentially ‘knock’ but all the words were just squiggly shapes to her and the door opened. Blinking like a dummy for a moment, she looked in. Oh well. He was right there, thought he was laying down. Something she’d actually never really seen now that she thought about it. 

“Are you awake? Antok? Do you... have an old shirt I can have that you don’t want?” 

[galra-druid]

praevaliduum answered:

mass effect sentence starters // accepting  - ”Your words are as empty as your future", Osera

 When the Druid spoke to him, nothing less than a growl escaped his lips. It was quite obvious to many that, if one were to look at Antok, he held no liking towards the Druids of the Empire. Under his mask, his nose crinkled and his teeth bared. Through the initial displeasure came anger, and through that anger, the handle of his blade had been gripped tighter than it was earlier.

        After planting his feet, he snarls,  “ your skull shall be empty if you continue to stand in front of me. If you proceed to rattle on, pray that you kill me before I get my hands on you — else I will not make your death quick and painless. ”

Fingers flexed at her side as Osera took in the Blade's aggressive stance. She should have been afraid, given how he towered over her and his body mass was at least thrice her own. Yet, the verbal barb and the ever present weight of her mask and robes emboldened the Druid. Osera sneered under the mask, which almost could be heard in her voice. "Don't pepper me with such hollow threats, you hulking brute. One such as yourself can't even touch me." -because I will flee oh so quickly. I never imagined him to be so big in person. Did Osera take a small step back, enough to make robes flutter? Of course she did. Yet still, Osera had the urge to poke the Blade further. "Tell me, Brute. How did you manage to survive such a shock from the Druids? I saw you fall.  Do you think you could handle another?" Osera held out a hand, palm up as she let lightning flicker between fingertips as if she played with it.

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“It’s rather UNFORTUNATE that you decided to do this,” her voice was sputtering, TAPERING OFF into a sort of groan of pain. One hand moves, delicate fingers wrapping about the hilt of a blade in her shoulder. Allura pulls it out, QUICK AND ROUGH, her face contorting into obvious pain as she allows it to clutter to the ground. Globby, thick cords of blood run down her front, and she wishes that she didn’t have to ruin her GARMENTS because of one of the various rebels in the ranks, “I saw such potential. I give you the OFFER OF A LIFE-TIME, to give you a life inside the empire, and you stab me in return? That’s not quite how this works.”

[the-lost-lieutenant]

Got a headache tonight and failed to get on the writing I wanted to do, but did have some inspiration to doodle. Check another one off my ‘Interact’ meme/prompt!

@praevaliduum

[the-lost-lieutenant]

@praevaliduum | Response to X

She was silent for a long moment as she processed something even more important than his words. “That was an adorable noise!” Her head lulled over to the side so she could look at him and then listened to his very... mmm... ‘forward’ explanation.

Again there was a long moment where she just stared at him, and then she threw her hands up in the air. “Jesus Antok! I meant like... like! A technique or something! To y’know! Not scratch them. Good lord, good lordy lordy.”

“I guess... I guess tongue is a technique though.” She let her arms flop back down and covered her face with her hands as she started into a small fit of laughter. “Oh my gosh. Okay, no no, it was a good answer. I take it back.” She looked back to him with red cheeks from laughing and her eyes tearing up a bit.

“Okay... okay, serious question. Do you have like... a rough tongue. Like those things... that uh, a cat! Do you have a cat tongue? Cause yeh got a lion tail and all. Here.” She reached out her arm. “Lick my arm, let me see!” She waved it at him. “Lick my arm for science!”

[voiidlost-archive-blog]

☕ give me all the reassuring touches ☕

My muse is feeling touch-starved.

☕ - REASSURING TOUCH, SUCH AS HOLDING THEIR HAND, GRIPPING THEIR SHOULDER, GUIDING THEM BY THE ARM OR BY A HAND ON THE SMALL OF THEIR BACK, ETC (FUCK I MIXED THIS ONE UP WITH GENTLE TOUCHES A BIT BUT I’M TOO FAR IN. It’s kinda both tho)

Another late night. These seemed to be occurring more and more often lately. 

He would be the last one to be up, the lights in his office turned low to conserve energy. He had long since changed from his armor to something more casual, his arms, his prosthetic leg, and his real one exposed. While the blade of marmora armor was great in itself, it wasn’t really practical for repeated all nighters. 

“I need a solution... I have to fix this.”

Normally Ulaz would be working on other projects the papers and half finished versions of those were strewn across his office, it was messy but it was still organized. At this point he knew better than to work on someone else’s prosthetic while exhausted. There would be mistakes and that is something Ulaz can never afford. No. This was a more personal project that he had been putting off for a while, until now. He hasn’t told a single soul about it. Rather than have it jotted down on a blueprint for someone to find, this project was strictly placed in his holographic computer, stored where casually peering eyes couldn’t find it. 

Footsteps could be heard outside of his office. That was typically normal, as some of them were because blade members were switching watch shifts or were returning from missions. Though a heavier set of footsteps caught Ulaz’s attention. His ears perked up a bit. He hoped those footsteps didn’t belong to him. 

His suspicions were confirmed when those footsteps stopped at his door. Ulaz quickly closed everything out and turned off the holographic interface, and pulled one of his many blueprints in front of him as soon as the metal door behind him slid open. He hoped whomever was at the door didn’t see it. 

“Ulaz.” 

That voice couldn’t belong to anyone other than Antok. Ulaz turned, seeing the furry galra standing in the doorway. Surprisingly, he wasn’t wearing his mask. Anger and concern were etched all over the other’s face. He must have found out that Ulaz had been up for... What was it? Three days now? He couldn’t remember. 

“We talked about this. You need to take a break once in a while. If you keep doing this you’re only going to work yourself into an early grave.” 

If only he knew... 

"I’m fine Antok. I’ll rest later.” 

The both of them had been through this before, more often than they should anyway... Both of them knew this, and yet Ulaz still insisted that he was fine each time, even though he obviously wasn’t. 

Antok quickly closed the gap between them, already fed up with this nonsense that Ulaz was trying to pull. Antok placed his flesh hand on the other’s shoulder and turned him towards himself. One would think he was about to knock Ulaz out, even Ulaz thought he was about to be met with at least an angry stare, but instead was met with a much more worried look. 

“Ulaz, we’ve been through this before... You can’t go on like this. We both know how this will end, so just, come with me to bed. Get some REST. ”  

Ulaz looked back at what he was working on, his ears folding back a bit. Antok was right, he knew this, but... 

“I can’t-” 

Before he could finish that sentence, Ulaz was met with arms being wrapped around him. Antok’s way of saying, stop doing this to yourself. I care about you too much to let you do this.

Ulaz stood there in shock for a moment before finally coming to his conclusion. Maybe things were going to be okay. So long as he was with Antok, he would be safe, right? He wouldn’t have to worry about not waking up again in the morning. 

“Okay.” 

Soon after his answer, Ulaz was lifted up into the air and carried to Antok’s room. There was no escaping Antok now, Even with his strong prosthetic leg, he couldn’t beat the sheer strength of Antok, even if he wanted to. 

Ulaz just hoped he would be able to get some rest without any... Interruptions. 

[voiidlost-archive-blog]

"What a pitiful-looking man. He almost looks frail and unwilling to deal with anything in relation to fighting. What is he doing here, where the training is cruel? It is beyond me."

What was your muse’s first thought when they saw or met mine?

HAVE YOU SEEN HIS LEGS ANTOK 

THEY HAVE CRUSHED WEAKER GALRA 

HE IS BUILT FOR MURDER