#zaun1ted

[recursiveimpulse]

[ 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐦 ] : sender has killed someone who threatened the receiver. // @zaun1ted , from silco , bc why not ???

@zaun1ted

Viktor is trying not to panic.

He’s been away for too long. He’s forgotten himself, forgotten the lessons all trenchers learn when they’re children: where to avoid, what to watch out for, how to keep safe when a wrong turn might lead you somewhere you’re likely to be stabbed and taken to pieces. Or the Undercity has simply changed since he’s been gone - changed by the very man that is now, appallingly, his saviour. Who had taken a knife from his coat and plunged it into the assailant’s throat while they were looming over Viktor on the ground.

Should he feign ignorance? There’s no-one else in the Undercity that can afford to dress the way Silco does. And if he has eyes everywhere, he might know Viktor, know he’s lying—

The corpse on the ground gurgles a little. Nothing more than the last of its air leaving it, but it still makes Viktor grimace in the musty silence. He picks himself up, his leg nearly collapsing under him before he can cram the crutch under his arm. There’s blood on him. On Silco too. Viktor feels ill, not just from the pain ricocheting up his side. His leg feels like it’s rotting from under him.

“Do you know them?” He asks, glancing at the body. He’s trying to avoid having to thank this man for saving his life, but gratitude seeps into the edges of his voice nonetheless.

[allthcpain]

it's another day in the clinic and galen finds himself having forgotten to eat breakfast yet again as he empties the full pot of coffee into his mug. ah well. he'll eat dinner when he gets home. his stomach rumbles when his first patient of the day walks in. a little early for his personal preference, but that didn't matter when he was a servant of zaun. " good morning mrs. bugs ! how're your hands ? "

her arthritis had gotten the better of her, and she had to have her husband knead the dough for her bakery. but it seemed the salve that haru had made for her had been working better than he expected it to. for that, he was grateful. it was only until after she left that haru arrives, and a sudden sense of calm washes over him.

if he was a dog, his ears would perk and his tail would wag. but. he is not. and so, his heart beats just that little bit faster as he sits up a bit more in his chair. she was proving to be quite the assistant. " good morning, haru ! you just missed mrs. bugs. she said the salve you made was a miracle. she has nearly no pain, now thanks to you ! "

@zaun1ted

[bi0kill]

@zaun1ted: 58.  DEFEND :  for one muse to save the other from one or multiple assailants ⸺ from scar unu gotta protect his boy

while they'd been made aware of what they were up against, nothing could have truly prepared him for the real thing, to go up against the noxus army and freakily fast mannequins that moved in unnatural ways. he'd been holding his own, holding the line between the army and the hexgate, however his luck was bound to run out at some point. kicked off his feet by a man almost twice his size, the gun had been knocked from his hand and air from his lungs, left wheezing on the ground and scrambling to pick up his gun again. the spear raised to strike him ... however the blow doesn't come, the spear falling to the ground as a body fell limp next to him.

confusion swirls in bright eyes as he looks up, the sight of the balloon and dozens of firelights in the sky filling him with warm hope. but more so than that, the sight of scar filled him with the comfort that maybe they could win this after all. he takes the offered hand to get back up onto his feet as the other drops down in front of him, a half grin on his face. ❝ you sure know how to make an entrance. you're late. ❞ he can't help but take a teasing jab at him, giving him a pat on the arm before he moves to pick his gun back up again, turning back to scar once more when its back in his hands. ❝ we need to give councillor talis all the time we can give him to shut the hexgate down. ❞

[med4rda]

@zaun1ted : " you’re so beautiful when you let go like this. " // from … vander … 🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣

hair long fallen from it's updo,   dark hair falls over her shoulders,   skin   flushed   with colour as she looks down at vander through half-lidded eyes.   how they'd gotten   here   is beyond her,   mind not quite able to   remember   the fine details,   only the sudden rush of   adrenaline   that coursed through her when she was kissed what felt like too long ago.   hands splayed onto vander's chest,   hips rise to fall back down again on his cock which causes her to moan   loudly,   a   warmth   spreading   all   throughout   her   body.   a breathless chuckle leaves her lips as she tilts her head to look at him,   green-golden eyes taking him in.   ❛   are  you   only   saying  that  because  i'm  usually  so   …   put  together   ?   ❜   licking lips,   she   grinds   down onto him,   walls   clenching   down around him as a softer sounding moan leaves parted lips.

she could feel her orgasm approaching,   that distinct feeling of a   build   up   within herself.   desperate   to reach her own orgasm,   she starts to ride him   faster,   each thrust down onto him being a bit harder than the last.   pressing her top half against him,   chest pressed to chest,   she captures his lips in a   rough   kiss,   teeth biting at his bottom lip and licking into his mouth.   ❛   please     ⸻    fuck  me   …   i  want  to  cum.   ❜   hands curl into the pillows by vander's head,   desperate   in not only actions but the way she sounds.   the golden sigils on her body starting to   glow   faintly,   only   getting   brighter   as   she   gets   closer   to   cumming.

[empyreau]

[COMFORT] // @zaun1ted , from haru 😭

@zaun1ted

The piece of chalk snapped between his fingers and his palm struck the blackboard as he was overcome by another coughing fit. Droplets of spittle peppered the surface along with larger, thicker drops of blood. Viktor's entire diaphragm shuttered and with every breath his lungs rattled. No. No! This wasn't going to delay him again, he was too close to another milestone to take a break now.

But it seemed as though this time it was going to make him.

As he reached into his vest pocket for a handkerchief he felt a pair of hands settle upon either side of his face, flinching only slightly at the sudden physical touch--he couldn't make himself do much else. Hands dropped partly down his sides before he held them there, trembling slightly, hesitant, before he placed them atop Haru's shoulders.

A chalk dust palm print was no doubt already embedded into the fibers of her jacket and that would be apologized for later. He didn't even lift his gaze to look at her. For the moment, however, he was able to catch his breath and he let his head rest willingly against hers.

[recursiveimpulse]

"What do you want to be when you grow up?" // @zaun1ted , from kid!haru when you have a chance to read up on her !

@zaun1ted

Viktor shrugged one shoulder, throwing a smooth, grey stone into the water below them. It hit the oily surface with a tiny splash, and he leaned forward to see it better, legs dangling over the edge of the cliff. This was much higher up than he’d ever dared to go before. His leg had made it difficult, but Haru had helped when there were ledges too high for him to climb alone, or when he had to lean against her to catch his breath.

Sometimes he thought about telling her what lay in the caves that the river swept through. The man he’d met there and the creature he couldn’t help. But he never did.

“An inventor, I suppose,” he said after a moment, kicking the heel of his good leg against the cliff. The sound echoed. One push and he would be dead a hundred times over. “I’m good at making things. I want to make things to help people, and animals, especially down here. I made a good boat once, I bet I can make better things now.” He paused, thinking. “And I want to be a boy. Properly. Not just with my name.”

He handed a somewhat jagged stone over to Haru, careful not to touch her, only to drop it into her palm. “What about you? I think you would be good at anything you put your mind to.”

[curseyou]

carina is used to the welcome comity. the parade of new members typically brought right to her place of solace, coming to witness her. and not just to witness her exist, she knew the song and dance. so as the figures approach she resists the sigh that she inhales, keeping her eyes down, she looks to her hands for a brief few moments before aiming turning her palms toward the ground. a soft light g l o w s from her palms, from her bare feet on the dirt, and she rises in the air, under the guise of finding a book on a high shelf.

she ignores too ogling, as if she didn't notice it, merely offering a wave to the new members before turning and walking towards an arm chair. she hears the departing steps and relaxes slightly and takes a set, ready to allow herself to settle again. only when she looks up does she see that not everyone had left. brows f u r r o w slightly as she asks, “ oh, sorry ... did you have a question ? ”

@zaun1ted liked for a starter from carina for amala.

[zaunfather]

if you didn’t want your enemies dead, why even bring me onboard? why did you choose me? // @zaun1ted , from amala 👀

THE ABILITY TO HOLD PAIN , - @zaun1ted

silence falls over you, as it usually does. you take your time to answer. to think. you chose her because she could do the job. because she was efficient. but killing vander...that was out of the question. everyone had always wondered why you wouldn't kill him. you finally turn your head and your eyes meet hers after staring out the glass window into the deep sea.

" you follow my orders. you do not question them. nor do you question the decisions i make. is that understood ? " and then, you turn your entire body, hands folded behind your back. glowering down at her. " you are in no place to question anything down here, girl. "