#unxshackled

[utanvingar]

@uxanduva // M’Baku x Danny

“Didn’t take you for a knitting kind of a guy, it’s kind of cute.”

[shacklda]

“That’s right. Listen to me and pretend to have an idea of what I’m talking about. I get that a lot.”

“I am listening, it’s just... Art talk usually goes right over my head,” Chief admits, fighting back a grin at the usual insults she’s come to expect whenever she chose to engage in conversation with Lisa. Yep, a grin. As much as that sharp tongue liked to hit her where it hurt (and sometimes, it really hurt), she couldn’t help but get a kick out of it herself. She was easy, she knew that. At least this was straight to the point than out in the field, dealing the roaring of Corrupters and chaos of battle. She wasn’t fighting for her life with Lisa..... only her dignity. 

“And yes, before you start, everything goes over my head. Does that sound about right?” Brows raised as head turned to meet gaze, a half-smile on her lips.

[astralogus]

@unxshackled​​​  ♡’d for a starter 

intuition tells her to be wary of the mysterious woman her despite her innocuous appearance. mona had never been lead astray by precognition, she had made it this far in life relying on such an ability, after all. but there were instances where she ignored those warnings, and such a time was this. not one to leave someone who could need her help, the astrologist approaches cautiously. “ . . . are you in need of assistance?” 

[untowonder-gone]

     ❛ shut up and let me comfort you. ❜   ◤ @unxshackled​ ◥ ―  𝑭𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑫 𝑭𝑨𝑴𝑰𝑳𝒀 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺  [  accepting  ]

     OLD MASON JAR ROCKED UPON THE SMALL STOOL,  TIPPING,  falling,  crashing into the floor at the artist’s side.  The echoing sound of shattering glass,  the thundering clatter of paintbrushes scattering,  water and paint thinner spilling ‘round her feet.  And in her paint streaked hands,  the wrong brush was held,  too thick for the fine details,  too thick for the delicate smile which had begun to wilt upon the canvas.  All at once it was much too much,  the glass and liquid,  the paint and brushes,  the half-painted,  nearly realized ghost staring back at her from the canvas.  That canvas she had been working on for what felt like forever.

With nearly a scream caught in her throat,  the heiress struck at the canvas,  slamming her brush into the half-finished painting with startling force,  tearing paint soaked cloth in two.  Again and again,  she struck the canvas,  as though it were a knife,  or a shard of crystal,  that might dismember his smirking face.

From beyond her awareness there came such commotion,  the Chief’s quiet voice unable to reach the artist’s ears,  mingling with the panicked squawk of guards told not to get too close,  weary of how this burst of mania might spill into something worse,  something the MBCC would rather like to avoid.  How they ought to get that psychiatrist or,  even,  that wandering Stargazer to swallow up her attention.  To reach through the haze of crimson violence to snap her back to reality.

How unexpected it ought to have been that Lisa would dare show herself before the other,  to catch Mary Ann at her weakest,  when her memories of the boy,  that golden ray of sunshine dared throttle her,  smother her,  reach out and choke her.  Alice Underhill come back from the dead,  come back into her world to mock her from the canvas,  a ghost,  a haunting.  His very essence clung to her,  all these long years,  she could still hear his voice,  could still see his smile,  feel his hands upon her shoulders,  pulling her away from the canvas,  and how she screamed,  her words failing her,  becoming nothing more than distorted cries of a dying white rabbit.

   ❛  shut up and let me comfort you.  ❜  Lisa’s voice was sharp as a knife,  cutting through the imaginary boy,  through the memories of a girl no longer half past eight.  She was all grown now,  too old to twist and turn until she could throw her small frame against the other artist.  To wrap her desperate arms around her middle,  acrylic paint contaminated by her mania leaving brilliant trails of color in the wake of her hands.  She pressed into Lisa’s frame,  barely conscious of actions she would later,  if she thought to recall this moment,  find repulsive. 

❝ I am sickened by the mere sight of you,  ❞  Mary Ann whispered,  pressing her face against crook of the brunette’s neck,  ❝ yet  ... ❞  She was grateful,  she supposed,  for her presence.  For the distraction.  She breathed deeply through her nose,  letting out a shuddering breath.  ❝ Can we go?  I’ll let you comfort me if we can just get out of here. ❞ 

[wiildcardd]

@unxshackled sent: Lisa steps on Zoya. :3 --- Unprompted asks always accepted <3

perhaps it was a blessing that the gymnasium at that moment had no other prisoners, it had become quite the distraction seeing lisa pop by to just watch her exercise. but her ulterior motives within such intent eyes were finally revealed while performing her sit ups and warming up for a late-night workout. the feeling of steel tipped heels upon her abs makes her grit her teeth and gasp a moment, taking a moment to stare up at the artist who had now stepped on her. was this a challenge? or something more?~

❝ look at you, cheeky rascal. is this what you've been thinking about while watching me working out this whole time? mmm, good thing we have the whole palce to ourselves then. ❞ after appreciative and teasing words were released by the former leader, she tries to sit up only to be greeted by another step, making her moan louder than she normally would as it winds her. zoya smirks, instead choosing to run a hand up and down the ankle of the foot that had her pinned, allowing lisa this moment to savour in taming the wolf.

❝ so you just gonna stand there? or are you gonna tell me what you want this valkyrie to do to you? ❞ luminous eyes gaze intently into the amber hues of the artist, licking her lips in anticipation for what was to come.

[vygiler]

“ i brought pizza and wine and a horrible movie so in the words of rory gilmore, i’m ready to wallow now. ” (lisa @ hella)

A choke, staggering with the words on her mouth. Speechless was a hard state for Hella; she always had something to say, and when there were no (nasty) words capable of comprising her thoughts, a warcry sufficed. Yet at this moment, the B ranked Sinner lost her groove. Her pale eyes looked at Lisa bigger than the moon. Hella moved her hands frantically, opening and closing the palms, snapping the fingers when the frustration reached her kinetic language.

❝...PIZZA?!❞ Good thing her water pipe was nowhere to be found, otherwise the swinging would be destructive. ❝CHIEF LET US HAVE PIZZA?! AND A MOVIE?!❞ A generous person, perhaps too permissive, but no complaints from Hella, only yells, excited yells, shrieks of childish happiness. ❝HELL YEAH, COUNT ME IN! I GET TO HAVE THE FIRST SLICE!❞

( @unxshackled ) LISA, SHIPPY MEMES FOR YOU HOES.

[wiildcardd]

@unxshackled sent: 30.  NUDE :  for one muse to walk in on the other while they’re changing. (lisa @ zoya)

prompt lost to the ages

the renowned leader of the legion, famed troublemaker and resident chaos bringer. titles that she held with pride within the confines of mbcc's famed sinner prison. she was the queen, the alpha of the pack and she flaunted herself with that in mind even with the lessened power she had within this vacation home.

zoya had taken the chance to shower earlier than usual, with the others seemingly spending their break time doing alternative things, she had worked up a sweat exercising in her cell and wanted to wash the salty dampness off of scarred and inked flesh. to avoid the rush, she worked quickly, washing her hair and body accurately and yet speedily. the wolf was never one to wrap a towel around her, preferring to show off her goods rather than hide them. she worked hard to look this good after all, and she'd die before accepting a more restrained version of herself even in prison.

but as she was changing back into her prisoner gear, red pants sliding on perfectly, she hears the door open and a familiar woman enters. to her surprise, it was the resident artist. zoya shoots her an icy glare, as if she had disturbed the sanctity of her kingdom... until she chuckles and spreads her arms, showing her shirtless body off and winking.

❝ fancy seeing you here. lisa, right? pretty cute name. ❞ her voice was gentle, softer than how she'd usually address the other girls and boys stuck in the same home as her. ❝ you like art, right? whaddya think of my ink? ❞

with that, wolf slowly stalks her prey for the morning, smirk on face as she turns her back to the artist revealing more of the intricate patterns and designs embedded against her battle worn skin