#zaunsparked

[fifthimpact]

❛ oh for th` love of , you came t` blame me for shooting something at you again ? well JOKES ON YOU , SPARKS ( @zaunsparked ). i ain't shot a single bullet , rocket , or even QUIP all day long now. you ever think you just have bad luck or something ? DON'T step on that ! fishbones is getting a new paintjob later and he can't do that if you go and step all over the PAINT. ❜

tentative starter call feat. jinx ! ( accepting ! )

[gntlets]

a continuation.

shouldn't have come here. don't know why you did; unlike you, orphan with nothing and so few left to lose, @zaunsparked still has a family to disturb, a home to bleed over. you're out of place here. don't belong here, same as always. feels most days like you crawled out of stillwater and back into the real world not as a prisoner freed but as an invasive species. out of your element in your own home these days, much less in zeri's. but she scuttles around the place like a girl on fire, doesn't even notice when all that hurrying pulls a laugh out of you.

not much other choice, anyway. another opponent who got a lucky shot in because you never really learned how to block and punch at the same time; you'd have died if you stayed on your own, and you've got too much left to make up for to accept any eternal peace right now. ekko's too complicated to reach. jinx is gone. caitlyn's recovering, rebuilding, rediscovering life without you. torturing zeri is your only real option. so you press your back against her wall, tell yourself you're holding it up and not the other way around, and fit your fingers against her ribcage until the racing of her pulse distracts you from the slightly more sluggish fight of yours.

❛ hypocrite. ❜ accusation finds the top of zeri's head, lips nudging the word into her hair. that's the dangerous thing about zeri: she'd let someone bleed all of the generosity out of her until she had nothing left to give, if only she thought you'd be better off for it. ❛ didn't need anyone's protection. just need some rest. ❜ press your fingertips a little harder into her side, soak up the warmth of her with some greed; she's keeping you present. keeping you focused. ❛ maybe some better bandages, if you've got 'em. i can do everything, just supply me. ❜ in, out. you can be in, out.

[gettnup]

a lingering hand to smooth out his jacket where her hand had previously gathered the fabric, one final kiss on his cheek ( this time minus the sparks! ) and she is full bright, off and running in every way but literally. can't leave without him! ' 's gonna be fun — lots'a people looking forward to it. ' younger members, especially : some don't have families left to do this sort of thing with, and so she's extra determined to make it fun. an unending buzz of ideas ever since they started planning, never to be contained, ' we'll dance, might even sing — you sing? i don't . they might like it, mr. genius up on stage lettin' way loose — i might like it. ' unfortunately, once her mind is set . . . ' c'mon, ekko! all you, tear it up! ' ( she is the gift 🙂‍↕️ )

true damage era, post s2.

ekko guessed this is what it meant to be the second closest to janna, floating beyond human sight—unshackled and spirit-lifted. the zaun goddess of the wind chanted in their favor today; his heart beat like a triumphant rhythm, free from the horrors of stage fright that sometimes paralyzed him. his pulse thrummed with his will, and the mic storage case attached to his hip became an extra extension of his body. ekko's fingers, blessed to electrify the immaterial, itched to, once again, defy the impossible-to-defy; his transducer poised like scar's assegai, sharp and lethal in the hands of a master.

may there never be another time he fears losing his creativity. his mind was a wonderland of colors, the royalty of his genes gifting him a never-ending canvas painted by intergenerational talent and the loved ones that ground him in balance. zeri's presence alone reminds him to look at the wood chips on his shoulders, and he does—sees flowers emerge, their roots tangled with the stories of the hurt. (her flustering kiss dares him to even try to forget.) he prayed these feelings would never disperse, that he'd always stay swayed to put his inner child first—and never forget the lost children of the dirt.

his eyes lit up in a bioluminescent blaze of firelight-green, struggling to keep up with her movement speed after her kiss, while her rapid-fire words popped off in his ears like baby fireworks. the infectious energy always had him smiling. no matter the season, no matter the room's temperament—dour or otherwise—the love in zeri's vibes never failed to set him right. but she was getting beside herself (though, when wasn't she?). with a casual tug of his pulley, the reinvented z-drive reversed the world around them, bringing her right back to his side, to the second she was about to leave it.

❝ uh, hey?! hold up, firebug, ❞ ekko wraps his arm around her waist, keeping her gently brushed against him to stop her the zip-and-dash she undoubtedly was about to perform again. her father's uniquely modified jacket should protect them all, right? he raises his free thumb between them to softly wipe the smear of his blue "x" makeup off her plush lips. it lingers momentarily against the corner of her mouth, his eyes starting to linger on her wild gold ones. ❝ one thing atta time, ok? ❞

❝ first of all, you know it like i know it—it ain't 'true damage' if ekko and zeri ain't both up there. i do my best work with my team, ❞ there's no dishonesty in his words. one pair of hands doesn't build a civilization. one architect doesn't build bridges alone. and what is a community if there's only one? the z-drive and her sparkpack aren't the only weights they carry on their back. ❝ so, don't think your peoples didn't tell me about how you tear it up at holiday dinners. you've been holding out on us. the kids gotta hear that. i gotta hear it—i might like it, ❞

a kittenish smirk plays at the corners of ekko's mouth as he moves his hand from her face and playfully pats his jacket, where the microphone case is strapped at his waist. ❝ i got two mics, z. ❞

@zaunsparked | main canon stamped.

[emwrcte]

@zaunsparked liked for Zagreus.

  ❝ No, I don't know Janna. And even if I did is that really something to discussing at the moment? ❞ The indignant Prince of the house of Hades finishes a bite of the fish before him, reaching across to steal the Zaunite's drink to quench a mounting thirst.  

 ❝ Had a courtesy call with Lamb, but that's about it. Why? Think I'm chummy with every other god that exists? ❞

[emwrcte]

renata glasc? more like renata (blows raspberries) 👎👎👎

Unprompted | Always Accepting | @zaunsparked

“ Ah, Zeri. Just the kind of remark I'd expect from you. ”  She felt poorer just being around her. That stench of unwashed poverty the Baroness had long washed away assailing her senses. It was one unrelenting aroma that not even the rebreather could flush out. “ Low-brow and childish. ” 

She takes a considerate moment, malicious in its dominance. Controlling the ebb and flow of the conversation as if to imply her time was more valuable than that of the younger woman's. “ Such a shame you waste your potential on 'friends' perfectly content to see you just as poor as themselves. You could do so much more for them working for me. ” 

[gntlets]

" you're one of us, vi. " continued.

zeri is a lightning bug that never switches off. burning herself out with an attention-grabbing brilliance; it's all you can do not to shield your eyes, not to scan the dance floor with bloodshot vision just to see how many other people here are as similarly drawn in. ( how many wandering eyes? how many asses to kick? ) her persistence tastes even worse than that last drink, impacts your balance with more devastating results. this table holds you up so @zaunsparked doesn't have to. " that mess is my life now. don't remember giving you a say in what i do or where i go. " know this isn't coming from her, anyway; this has ekko's fingerprints on it, the leftover concern of a brother who must still not know any better. ( haven't all your glaring mistakes filled him up yet? ) light and shadow dance across zeri's face, distort her features into something too close to personal, so you focus on everything else. music too loud to think through, twitchy body language to feed your distrust, a migraine screaming to life between your temples.

one offer later like she senses the want on you. your body's imperfect need for rest, your mind's pleas for a reprieve from this lifestyle you call your new normal. don't remember the last time you ate anything close to homemade or nutritious or valuable in some long forgotten way. but it's all irrelevant because, " she should mind. i'm not another charity case for you, you know that, right? you know some of us are just a fucking waste of your time? that some of us don't want any help? " slur the words like they come from somewhere else that isn't entirely you, but you'll commit to meaning them anyway. let her go home alone and surround herself with everything you could never keep from slipping through your fingers. lean further into her space to let your height re-imagine a more intimidating picture of you. " here's a helpful tip that works every time: leave me alone. "

[gntlets]

i just think you capture vi’s voice and turmoil between thought/action in such a way that whenever i read it i can easily go 🙂‍↕️ yeah that’s vi.. there’s that palpable grief .. there’s that bs front she puts up it’s delicious im a .. fan .. 🙂

i'm purring if you even care... from the bottom of my heart thank u sara bc your constant thirst for my blog specifically is one of the things that keeps me coming back. if i have zero haters its bc you killed them all i think 🙂‍↕️ my favorite thing about how you write zeri is how excruciatingly thoughtful you are with every single word she speaks or action she takes, forcing us all to tremble at gunpoint under the weapon that is her Compassion, as well as the disgusting amounts of emotion that bleeds out of your replies and slaps me nonconsensually in the face every time. your writing HITS because you make me FEEL it and i love it so bad. i love her heroism i love her self-sacrifice i love how intriguingly fucked up she is about all of it. that was the fake answer though the real answer is the raw vizeri sex appeal.

feed king's gross ego & get fed in return / always accepting

[legendaes]

word in the markets is that they had seen bird of legend around here . her grandma had spun the tale time & again of a savior : she didn’t protect everyone, but it was more than most would do for zaun. good enough in zeri’s book. tentatively, for her at least, she approaches the opening. no breeze, though device has been made to work on one. wouldn’t be the first time she talked to what seemed like thin air. ‘ gotcha somethin’, janna! ’ in her hands, a scaled down metal clocktower, and at it’s height is a wire . attached is a bird-like model. in lieu of a breeze, she passes a spark through and bird, green with her energy rather than janna’s alleged blue circles. clock ticks, but that’s more for the aesthetic, one that doesn’t always run isn’t very good at keeping time. she doesn’t know that this display is being seen at all, but she speaks again anyway, ‘ sooo… i’ll just leave it here? ’ ( 👋😌)

the wind carries and allows messages heard across zaun, whispers and stirs that allow curiosity to reign and heed impulses. no one refers to them as jan'ahrem any longer, a name left to the dry deserts, but she hears and feels the tickles of her name, of prayers, that draw her out like a moth to flame. she observes from a silent distance at first, feeling the youth that radiated off of this one, the energy and spark that she carries with her. it's uplifting. beady eyes peer at the clocktower and it brings warmth to her, warmth that dictates her next actions.

from the shadows, a blue bird comes fluttering down, chirping a few pleasant notes. the bird circled around zeri and her offering twice before it takes for a landing, clawed feet wrapping around the wire so that it perched on top of the model clocktower. the bird stares at zeri with cognition and conscious apparent in its beady gaze, something kind in the way the blue bird peers at her. a breeze sweeps through the area, moving zeri's bright hair gently. something about the bird's uncanny stare seems to say thank you.