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❝ On dark nights you can still see the light of the Vess girl’s lantern out in the Caligo, seeking her lost brother. Those who follow are doomed to join her endless search. ❞                                         — The Fall of the House of Vess

                                                                         | As told by Ree | Promo by @sagittess​ |

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i have a blog for Liliana Vess from Magic: the Gathering if anyone is interested. The fandom is nonexistent almost but i really wanna write her skdjgns

she’s over here @avillainess

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the mirror reveals a face i do not recognize. i can’t be bothered to introduce myself.

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chemicalmongrel:

Starter for @bulletbitch-!

Sleep seldom brought relief to the world-weary psyche of the once gunman; in fact, closing his eyes for lengthy periods of time often begot flashes of unpleasant memories he’d rather stayed buried. But life never dealt him a fair hand, and he came to terms with this when guilt first reared its ugly head. Nothing good was in store for a man that killed hundreds and stole from far more just for a handful of gears. For his misdeeds, the faces of those he’d orphaned and sight of lives he’d ruined would haunt him till the day he died.  Which is why he was quite surprised to discover one of his flings was heavy with child, two precious daughters, and still wanted to raise them with him.

Five bell chimes resounded throughout Asim’s cramped room, emitting from the rudimentary clock kept on the nightstand crammed in the corner between the rightmost wall and his bed. A croaky groan drawled from the back of his throat as he turned opposite of the noise’s direction. But the new position did naught to lessen the clamor, and thus his eyes creaked open to stare into the dark soup of his room. Without a window to let in what minute, smog-filtered twilight reached the Slums, the only source of illumination were the chem-lamps–all of which were unlit.  After a moment, he sighed and lurched up off the lumpy mattress.  He splayed out every limb, rotating each joint one by one, until a series of less than gratifying pops dispersed an iota of his dawn drowsiness. That is until he arched his back and pressed his left’s palm into the small of his back. It seemed his spine was quite disagreeable this morning as a sharp pain stabbed him, just above the waistline, following a loud crack.  “Sonuva–!” he snarled, grimacing.  The same hand that’d elicited the anguish now nursed the afflicted area, rubbing it as he hunched over and chewed his bottom lip. Bag-laden, dull grey eyes glared at nothing in particular. He shook his head after a moment and huffed, head snapping over to the rancorous alarm with an irate mien. Using his free hand, he slammed the top and silenced its cries.  “Damn thin’s worse ‘en a skril…” he mumbled.

 Asim took in a deep breath before pulling his hand back  and bringing it up to curl around the other, placing them against his cheek for a moment. He stared at the ruffled sheets around his legs for a long while. What was that right hand’s name, again? It was on the tip of his tongue–were the cogs he gave to his widowed wife enough to tide them over till spring? He couldn’t linger on this thoughts so he cleared his mind the best he could of the nightmares of Nod.  Throwing the blanket to the side, the man swung around and stood from the bed. Bit by bit, he dawned wrinkled articles of clothing that were in need of a wash. In fact, when was the last time he did his laundry? Or Relie’s for that matter? He took a moment to mull this over before nodding and deciding today was laundry day. But before gathering up all the fabric that needed a thorough wash, he had to wake up someone in the room adjacent to his own.  Stepping up to the door, he took hold of the handle and turned it bit by bit. Then he creaked it ajar and stuck his head in, a toothy mile creeping up his face as he saw the outline of a child in a small bed.

“Ey, Rilie–up ‘n attem sweetie, is mornin’,” he called in a hushed voice.

     THE SUBTLE BUZZ of the small chem-lamp she kept on to vanquish the monsters that crept in during the night is what woke her the first time. Her body shifted, turning to get more comfortable when the noise filled her ears. It was normal at first, and her sleep filled mind almost didn’t process it. But the sound grew. Louder and louder over the course of only a few minutes until it was deafening. Even with the pillow pressed tight against her head, the sound was too much. She wanted to scream, to cry, to get up and smash the lamp completely but she couldn’t. The terror that would ensue without its comforting light would be far worse to endure. Not to mention, if she made a fuss she’d have to explain herself again. The lamp had already been replaced on more than one occasion. Nothing helped. So, as she had done many nights before, Rilie plugged her ears, hummed softly and rocked herself back to sleep.

     THE SECOND TIME WAS A NIGHTMARE. The moment she awoke, all memory of it vanished, but the feelings it gave lingered on. Her heart was pounding as she sat up in her bed, looking around in a panic to make sure she wasn’t still being chased. Thankfully, the dream didn’t bleed over into her reality this time. It took a few deep breaths to center herself, but she calmed relatively quickly. Perhaps the dream jolting her awake was a good thing--her bladder was screaming.

     The decision to leave the safety of her bed in the middle of the night was always tough, but she wasn’t about to wet the bed for a third night in a row. Not when she could help it. Planting her feet on the floor for the first time ( especially after a nightmare ) was always the hardest part. Who knew what could be lurking under her bed at any given time? She had to move quickly. A leap from the bed to the very middle of the room gave her a good headstart. Her pulse rose rapidly as she dashed the rest of the way, nearly slamming herself into the door. She slapped up the light switch and breathed a sigh of relief. They didn’t like the light. They wouldn’t follow.

     As she quietly made her way down the hall, she wondered where the bathroom would present itself this time. The rooms liked to change places on her sometimes. It was frustrating, especially at times like these when she really needed to find it. Three tries were all it took this time--one, unfortunately, leading her into a dark broom closet. She had less trouble finding her way back to her room again. 

     THE THIRD AND FINAL TIME was much more pleasant than the others had been. Simply the voice of her father rousing her as he did just about every morning. Even so, the young girl did not have a restful nights sleep. So, instead of greeting the man or even letting him know she was awake, Rilie stayed perfectly still, long white hair splayed out in a tangled mess across the pillows and pretended she was sound asleep.

Trying His Best

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                          ‘ I have a plan. 

                                       — Actually, I have THREE. ’

                 Indie . Selective . Jace Beleren from magic the gathering

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I’m glad I make you so uncomfortable that you need other people who are completely unrelated to block me too. It turns me on dude.

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loketratan:

“ guns  — ? nah. don’t have any, don’t need any.”

@bulletbitch // ( sc ).

     “ Pft I don’t NEED any either but they’re fun! You should try it out. Blow something up! ”

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zaun leaves the noxian with a bitter taste upon his tongue. he's never asked to be here, nor did he ask for the curse darkwill set upon him. still, whenever he's allowed time outside from the constant maintenances, darius finds time to people-watch. he doesn't expect anyone to approach him, yet this girl---she seems curious, but not out of disgust or fright. "what is it that you seem so interested in, girl?" the ghastly green glow of his eyes seems fluorescent in the constant zaunite smog.

Seeing Ghosts     --     @noxianhand

     IT WAS ALL FAMILIAR. Too familiar. She had to take a closer look to be sure but... The piping and green goo that flowed through them. That green glow he had to his eyes. The smell--gods the smell! For the first time in quite a long time, Jinx did not carry her usual curious grin as she surveyed the strange man standing before her. Memories skittered behind her eyes of that same fluorescence, those same augmentations. She had seen it all before and it made her feel sick. Her knuckles were turning white as she squeezed Pow-Pow’s handle.

     When he spoke she flinched and nearly pulled the trigger then and there. Her head was spinning. Bad memories. She wanted to run. To scream. To shoot. But she couldn’t. The blue haired terrorist was frozen in her tracks as she looked up at someone she used to know wearing a different face.

     “ Warw--... Wha--What?! What’s it to you? Nothing. SHUT UP. Go away before I fill you full of holes, you freak. Leave me alone. ”

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The “I will do it because you said I couldn’t” club

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mutedstcrs replied to your post: Oh for progress's sake - Vaughn did not need to...

/ would you mind if i actually responded to this ?

!!!! go for it !!!

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Oh for progress's sake - Vaughn did not need to personally know Jinx to have heard a few stories about a small build blue-haired girl who was the pure definition of manic. He tucked the bag of supplies he had been sent to Zaun docks to retrieve behind him. "I am most certainly -not- looking for any trouble. I don't know is this is your gang's territory or whatever, but I'm just passing through." /Please don't shoot me./

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     JINX ROCKED UP ONTO the tips of her toes then shifted her weight back down to her heels as she inspected the stranger. Back and forth, rocking steadily, all the while casually spinning Zapper around her finger. He seemed nervous. Probably knew who she was. Most people did just by seeing her. Blue hair grabbed lots of attention. Or maybe it was the Wanted posters... Either way, she grinned and cast her eyes toward his hands as they shifted behind his back. 

     “ Gang? Not in one. Too many rules. Booorrring. Whatcha hidin’? ”

     She bends at the hips to lean forward and peer around him. Almost losing her balance, she has to take a step forward to keep from falling either on her face or against him. She lets out a small giggle before prancing around behind him to get a better look at his bag. He was protecting it which meant there was something inside worth protecting. Jinx wasn’t one to purposefully intimidate random people, but her reputation made her intimidating. Couldn’t be helped, though it did make getting her way easier sometimes.

     “ Nice bag. I bet you could fit LOADS of guns in there! Do you have guns in there? Can I see? ”

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*  VLADIMIR NABOKOV SENTENCE STARTERS  !

❛ my happiness is a kind of challenge. ❜

❛ we are most artistically caged. ❜

❛ what’s so dreadful about dying is that you are completely on your own. ❜

❛ nowadays you have to be a scientist if you want to be a killer. ❜

❛ you can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. ❜

❛ a work of art has no importance whatever to society. ❜

❛ this is only important to the individual. ❜

❛ i have no desires, save the desire to express myself. ❜

❛ there is no science without fancy and no art without fact. ❜

❛ genius is finding the invisible link between things. ❜

❛ beauty plus pity  !   that is the closest we can get to a definition of art. ❜

❛ beauty must die  !   beauty always dies. ❜

❛ solitude is the playfield of satan. ❜

❛ solitude was corrupting me. ❜

❛ life is a message scribbled in the dark. ❜

❛ the evolution of sense, in a sense, is the evolution of non sense. ❜

❛ i cannot conceive how anybody in his right mind should go to a psychoanalyst. ❜

❛ memory can restore to life everything except smells. ❜

❛ you lose your immortality when you lose your memory. ❜

❛ i think it is all a matter of love. ❜

❛ the more you love a memory the stronger and stranger it becomes. ❜

❛ curiosity is insubordination in its purest form. ❜

 ❛ i was despicable and brutal ! ❜

❛ i confess i do not believe in time. ❜

❛  i have the feeling that something in my mind is poisoning everything else. ❜

❛ life is a great surprise. ❜

❛ i do not see why death should not be an even greater surprise. ❜

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“another few hours won’t make any difference.”

Who let Jinx into Noxus??     --     @noxianhand

     “ Another few HOURS? ”

     The girl groaned as she paced back and forth in front of the man. She was bored. Noxus was boring. HE was boring. This was her first time in this city and she already hated it. Looking up at the tall structures she couldn’t help but imagine them tumbling down around them and the chaos it would cause. What would he do? What would the people here do? How would they react if she did the same thing she had done to Piltover in the past? It all looked so old compared to Piltover’s shiny new everything. Would it take them years to rebuild? They didn’t seem to utilize hextech much at all.

     He had told her to stay nearby but as if she wasn’t about to listen. Glancing up at him, she raised a brow.

     “ Hey old man, can you do me a favor? ”

     His only response was to look at her. She decided to take it as a yes. With a grin, she reached a hand down the front of her shirt and pulled out a grenade. One side of her chest was considerably smaller than the other all of a sudden. Quickly she placed the pin between her teeth and pulled, then tossed it up into the air towards him as if he were meant to catch it.

     “ Hold this for me for a sec! ”

     And she ran, her laughter filling the streets. 

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( promo made by @narcisisto ❤ )

                dreams are like whispers in the dark, fireflies floating gently and innocently through the dark while the world lays still. dreams are like memories, something she remembers from a life that feels unlike her, fluttering from her grasp and just out of reach. they’re proof that she was someone else once, that she was something else. 

                she dreams, although she never sleeps. 

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Hi there I’m burd,

The last price chart I put out was really bad, and very poorly put together. With a friend’s help I’ve finally made myself an official commission sheet that’s easy to read( i hope ), and clearly shows what I can do.

If you’re interested contact me at: burdbite@gmail.com

Due to real life issues, I can be a bit slow to finish work. I do my best to keep in touch with my clients though– and give updates on their pieces ASAP.