#v rtuosus

[ladybuvelle]

It's just six words

Send 'It's just six words' for a six word story between your muse and mine.

She has butterflies inside of her.

[ladybuvelle]

👀 + what does she look for in a man, and does she think she'll ever settle?

Send my muse “👀 + a question” and they’ll have to answer with 100% honesty.      

she thinks, pausing mid-thought simply to ponder deeper. Thoughts within thoughts.

she chuckles.

she chuckles.

“....”

[coragio-archive-blog]

I love your balance in Riven. She's strong, but only so strong. The thing's she has faced strengthened her in some ways and in others, left her raw. I love how she handles situations and how she's clearly changed and developed, and I am in love with the passion you clearly show for her. It seriously warms my heart to see mun's so INTO their muses and in love with them. Honestly, I love your Riven and I really love seeing about her ;v;<3

How am I doing with my character? Tell me in the askbox, and I’ll publish it without comment.

[ladybuvelle]

Break Me

Leave a “Break Me” in my ask, and I will write an angsty drabble about our characters. 

What is “art”?

Some would tell you that if you have to ask if something is art, then it’s art. Others would say everything is art. Everything; from the smallest seed to the greatest monument, either man-made or by nature. Life, and also death. In every facet, from thought to action, there is something beautiful there. Waiting to be discovered. Sleeping.

“You’ve awakened something deep inside me...”

Sona’s eyebrows furrowed as she stared at the man in her dressing room. How had he gotten there? How long had he been there? Was he a fan? He stood so tall and still, having only spoken those few words. She was about to knock and call for her assistant, but the man sprang so suddenly into action. One hand grabbed her wrist and pinned it against the wall, the other grasped around her throat.

Etwahl! Come to me!!

It would take some time before it made it to her. Where was her security?!

(They were now ‘sleeping’ in the hall.)

“Your face...” the man appraised her, his voice so controlled and steady. “You do well to hide half of it like that. It’s too much, isn’t it? To see such symmetry in the mirror each day. When I first saw you, I knew. Here is a woman who might understand.”

But just as it seemed he might show her some mercy, the hand at her throat tightened. She could feel the press of metal digging into her skin, pinching and leaving impressions. The pressure made her gurgle air, but no other sound.

“You really have nothing else to give, do you?” he thought outloud, as if he had expected to wring a word from her. “I thought you might understand, but then I heard your music. Now, I do so hate critics myself, but allow me this moment - as your superior - to evaluate your work...”

Just as he was about to whisper the words into her ear, the door to her room burst down after a shrill crash of magic and sound tore and splintered the wood apart. Jhin pushed himself away from Sona, leaving her gasping and falling to her knees. The Etwahl had arrived.

“And here it is! The true artist finally arrives!” his voice shivered with excitement. He didn’t bother to draw his gun. Not yet. It wasn’t time for the next act just yet. The damsel still sat on her knees coughing and clutching her throat, long, beautiful waterfalls of hair creating pools of blue around her. If only others could see this now... but this was merely a dress rehearsal. He had come for a purpose.

The Etwahl vibrated tensely - the tides of magic swirling, ready to pierce the heart of he who would threaten its master. Sona crawled to it, setting her open hand upon the strings to still them. So long as she did this she had direct control. It wouldn’t do anything unless she said so now.

And at this, Jhin finally drew Whisper.

“Your current work, my dear” he began again, his gun clicking its ammo into place, “is lacking. You could be so much... more. Yet, look at you. Snuffing out the flame of passion in your instrument. Ignoring your purpose for the sake of what others want. What is art if it does not challenge your audience, my darling...? Why do you deny yourself so?”

“Your early work was much better, by accounts told. Lestara... a fallen star. Now that was poetry.”

It was difficult to tell exactly what he was going on about as Sona struggled to stand, leaning on the Etwahl for support. Art? Ignorance? Denial? Challenge? She played music and brought peace to people’s hearts. Healed wounded souls. That was the true purpose of the power of the Etwahl. Her mother had always said so.

Her mother died because she had sought more... sought that “challenge”. It still existed, trembling beneath her fingertips. Her instrument would kill in an instant if beckoned. She knew the exact vibration to manipulate the human heart on a physical level. If she played the proper chord, this man would fall to the floor writhing as his blood vessels burst to keep up with the ensuing heart attack.

She knew these things, but Sona could never do it. Never again. Not another death.

Life was potential. Life is beautiful. But the gun pointed at her heart threatened an equally beautiful death.

To save herself by taking a life, or to die with one less sin to carry?

“Lady Buvelle!! Are you alright?!”

Foolishly, the Maven turned her head toward the door. Demacian soldiers had come charging in after the crashing sound and the bodies of their peers had been found strewn about like fallen leaves. They immediately clambered into the room, swords and shields drawn, surrounding the one they had been hired to protect. But when she looked back toward the masked man, he had suddenly vanished...

The air vent in her room was small, but he had been a thin man.

“I do so hate interruptions...” Jhin grumbled angrily to himself when he had made it out to the other end, dusting off his clothes. “But it’s just as well. She’s not ready yet to perform for me properly. This play is going to take time...”

Peeling off the leather mask, he dug into the sack of clothes he had prepared at the other end of the vent and donned his disguise. Sona was unreachable now, but that was fine. There would be other opportunities. He knew her home, and her friends, and was already calculating how best to put all the actors in place.

She would collaborate with him, whether she knew it or not.

[solitadius-blog]

❝ your neck is open wide, begging for a fist around it . ❞

“You’ll need bigger hands if you’re planning on choking me, Demon. Those metal appendages of yours will offer you no advantage against me.”

[solitadius-blog]

1, 16, 20<3

1. When did you get into art?

[ When I was really young! My father would shower me with tons of cartoons like Pokemon, Digimon, Sailor Moon, Disney movies and etc. I guess it was because I loved how expressive they are and even though, they aren’t real - I just loved them so much. I dreamt of creating so many things, many things that defied reality but in the world of art, anything can work right? :’D ]

16.Do you draw more fanart or original art? If fanart, what fandom do you draw the most of?[ I draw mostly original art right now, that’s why I haven’t been able to put stuff onto the blog. School’s been kinda killing me, I’ve been working on my 2D animation project, environment paintings and as well as my very own original characters. I draw mostly league of legends and F/SN tbh. 80% league now though, I’m a nerd ]

20. How would you rank your art? (poor, mediocre, good, etc.)

[ I have many more things to learn. So I’d say I’m mediocre. :’) But I won’t stop trying to improve. ]

Artist Questions Ask Meme

@v-rtuosus

[beneaththeredmoon-a-blog]

" Alone on Heartseekers day? Oh dear - not even a demon such as yourself deserves such a cruel fate. " The artist extended a small bouquet of red and white lilies, offering a deep bow to the creature. " I do hope these at least brighten your day, if even only by a small portion, my friend. "

The glow of his eyes became evident as he tentatively took the bouquet in his hands. “... I..” He paused-- the ability to speak was taken from him by Jhin’s words. 

He hadn’t really expected anyone-- much less Jhin-- to bring him anything, really. 

“Thank you.. You.. You’re very kind.” His hair simply drooped against his body, eyes glowing oh so brightly.

“.... Come. I understand that you do not regularly indulge in beverages... but perhaps you would enjoy some company as well.” 

[beneaththeredmoon-a-blog]

☻

☻ : Mood headcanon

Thresh is always in a peaceful mood, if not playfully cruel and impish. He plays off this part of his nature quite well, forming an act to fool mortals into a state of complacency. Behind this mask, he is coldly observant-- paying attention to detail and observing the other for some semblance of weakness that he can exploit. 

The more years that go by, the more of his humanity he loses-- though his bouts of kindness are undoubtedly genuine, causing miracles to happen do come at a cost. Small fragments of his humanity-- of his heart and his memories.

His demonic nature comes at the concequence of being too liberal with his gifts.