#* ⋅ v001 ––– ‹ interactions. ›

[bellsplit]

❛  if the price is my life, i will give it. ❜ ———@rxkishiya.     (  FROM.  )

HE  WATCHES  HER  LIKE  A  PREDATOR,   amusement bright in bicolored eyes as pale lips split in a cold grin & a flash of fangs.     all of these  weak  slayers  seem to find him when he's just relaxing,  but that's likely his own fault for resting so close to populated areas.

he shouldn't be letting himself be seen.     he's a  kizuki,   after all,  & one of the  upper  ranks  no less.

yet akaza remains unmoved by her platitudes,  yawning to show the full length of his wicked fangs before again couching himself back against the tree that he's lounging in.

"  then  die, "     he huffs dismissively.     "  mortality is just another trap for humans to navigate that we demons are exempt from.     it's part of our superiority over you.  "

a pause,  in which he rolls onto his stomach & leers down at her as his knees grip the tree branch to steady himself,  arms folded primly so he can rest his chin atop them.     "  but i'm sure that you're not here to debate philosophy with me,   slayer.     you think you're going to  take  my  head,   right?  "

[dawnzeniths]

HEAR! UPON THE GREAT MOUNTAIN, #DAWNZENITHS : an independent & low activity selective rp blog for leona from riot's league of legends. focused primarily on canon compliance but works in characterization from lore old & new . by sara, est. december 2024. rules, verses, etc. below!

GUIDELINES.

001. this blog will deal with themes already present in league of legends! anything triggering will be tagged appropriately, however if there's something specific you need tagged just drop a message in & i'll account for it! 002. just be normal! usual etiquette applies. don't rush me, don't poke & prod, try to keep unhelpful godmodding to a minimum, etc. dni : minors, people who use / encourage ai / repost art, people who write the usual ick suspects . 003. leona is a lesbian my portrayal will never stray from that & anything on another person's end that tries to will earn a block let her kiss the moon in peace . 004. my name is sara! i work fulltime so activity will sometimes just be me yapping from mobile. ( she/her, 26 EST ) 005. interaction is welcome so long as we're mutuals. asks prompts are always open & unprompted starters / asks are totally fine! these are usually the best way to start interactions with me & you're always welcome to continue them into threads! replies to threads are usually slower than to other forms of interaction but just be patient, they'll come! 006. psd creds to waatsoned & kaijucat !

VERSES.

* i'm always willing to do research to get our muses interacting! if you don't see a verse here that fits & don't have one for league, don't worry — chances are i'll be able to come up with something & write it in!

V001. ASPECT OF THE SUN / following the current lore & time that league of legends exists in . leona is commander of the solari, leading a war against the perceived threat of the lunari . involves everything from : rise with me, the light bringer, & takes characterization inspiration from those, along with from judgement. * as this is my main verse, it'll be used for arcane / any future riot show interactions by default. don't ask what leona is doing there lmao.

V002. PRE-ASCENSION / a catchall for anything occurring before leona becomes aspected . her time training in solari temples, her childhood - teen years & her young adulthood with diana .

V003. MODERN / for anything current day! will usually default to college / mid-to-late twenties . adjusted depending on writing partner, but for characterization she is still a woman torn still between her religion & her love, her parents & peers a driving force to remain focused the solari church & their teachings. catholic guilt but sun flavored <3

V004. ANIMA SQUAD / set in & following the lore laid out by the animatech universe! battle lion leona : big sister, big shield, big muscles . wrangler of cats and bats . full of love & care for her squad despite the headaches they give her . front line and bulwark against the primordial invasion.

V005. HIGH NOON / set in the high noon universe. the lady of house solari, seeking to reclaim her family fortune from the sulfur rail . without it their venerable house has begun to fall into ruin and despair . ruthlessly, leona cuts her way through anybody foolish enough to stand in her way. she is the first harbinger hailing from bandle bay deep in the south . the solari name will not be allowed to end in tragedy.

[holyxvi]

@prideofcornelia​ whispered:   She curtsies, just as a princess should. Dainty & ladylike, she held the ends of her dress properly. Lifting her head, she beamed brightly & exclaimed: "Hello, my lord! Today, your empire is mine!" ( IM SORRY I HAD TO. SHES THIRTEEN HAVE MERCY )   ||   did someone lose a shithead child-

[ ♛ ] – “My empire...yours?”

He ponders, coolly and unmoving lavenders staring down at the young girl. Bold she was, coming into such harsh mountainous climate, all to reach him and claim that Palamecia was hers for the taking. Had it been an adult, they would’ve long been disposed of, naught more than another annoyance attempting to sabotage the emperor’s campaign--

--But a child...?

Lips curl into a smug smile, and Mateus cannot help but lowly chuckle at her.

“That may prove to be a daunting task, but you’re welcome to try.”

[alicemarion]

                   if  the  glances  that  the  armed  security  guards  by  the  elevator  and  the  personnel  at  the  desk  have  been  pointing  her  way  for  the  last  several  minutes  haven’t  already  clued  her  in,   it’s  clearly  obvious  to  alice  that  she  isn’t  meant  to  be  seated  in  the  lobby  of  mount  massive  asylum.   she  feels  numerous  eyes  on  her  despite  her  attempts  to  ignore  the  stares:   the  staff  may  as  well  be  drilling  holes  directly  into  her  head  of  blonde  hair.   an  uncomfortable  silence  lingers  throughout  the  hall  aside  from  the  shift  of  boots  on  tile  and  the  distinct  click  of  a  keyboard  while  she  attempts  to  busy  herself  with  the  book  which  is  clutched  her  hands,   hiding  her  face  behind  the  cover.

                     of  course,   one  unexpected  phone  call  is  what  has  landed  her  in  this  predicament  in  the  first  place.   she  and  her  father  had  made  plans  that  didn’t  involve  a  hospital  for  once,   a  camping  trip  to  the  mountains,   since  paul  had  seen  a  promising  site  during  his  last  business  trip:   and  now  alice  finds  herself  sitting  in  the  last  place  she  wanted  to  be,   all  because  the  murkoff  corporation  had  made  a  work  call  to  the  burner  phone  he  had  said  he  would  turn  off.   she  sighs  contemplatively  thinking  about  the  moment  she’d  caught  him  preparing  to  turn  around.   she  knows  he  had  sensed  her  disappointment  by  his  shame  and  silence.   it  had  been  too  much  to  ask  for.

                   however,   instead  of  being  greeted  by  a  clinical  setting  with  white  walls  and  furniture,   doctors  and  nurses  pacing  the  floor  while  medical  equipment  echoes  with  a  familiar  beep,   the  office  space  seems  pristine,   corporate  and  comfortable,  without  a  trace  of  the  true  purpose  of  the  facility.   it’s  something  she  hadn't  really  expected  upon  first  reading  the  sign  leading  up  to  the  building.   this  doesn’t  seem  to  be  a  place  meant  for  the  criminally  insane:   if  it  weren’t  for  the  guards  throwing  her  suspicious  looks,   she  would  feel  quite  comfortable.   it’s  almost  too  presentable  an  entrance.

                   come  to  think  of  it,   she  hasn't  seen  a  single  patient  yet.

                   as  a  result,   despite  her  annoyance  with  their  detour,   this  is  a  rare  situation  which  piques  her  curiosity.   alice  has  met  before  with  plenty  of  doctors  from  the  company  as  they  had  described  her  irrevocable  condition  and  her  intensive  treatment.   she  has  practically  grown  up  having  the  blood  and  foreign  genetic  material  of  a  strange  donor  pumped  into  her  monthly:   everything  is  always  answered  cryptically  or  ignored  when  it  comes  to  her  questions.   not  to  mention  that  whenever  she  asks  paul  about  his  work,   he  is  oddly  silent  on  the  matter,   willing  to  change  the  subject.   so  although  this  isn’t  the  environment  she  is  used  to,   it  could  be  a  possible  means  of  discovery.   at  best,   whatever  she  finds  just  turns  out  to  be  boring  hospital  stuff;   but  her  father  underestimates  her  intuition  if  he  doesn’t  think  she  can  tell  when  his  job  bothers  him.  

                    speaking  of  the  aforementioned  mitigation  agent,   paul  has  left  her  in  the  waiting  area  and  told  her  not  to  move  from  her  seat  for  any  reason.   he’d  nervously  glanced  at  the  guards  while  making  his  way  to  the  office  suites  on  the  upper  floors,   throwing  a  glance  back  her  way  at  intervals  before  disappearing  from  sight.   alice,   having  already  ignored  his  earlier  precaution,  sips  on  the  flat  can  of  cheap  soda  she’s  managed  to  wrangle  from  the  break  room  machine.   ginger  ale  settles  on  her  empty  stomach  and  quells  her  nerves.   the  droning  music  in  her  ears  blocks  out  the  silent  stares  which  are  still  lingering  in  her  direction  as  she  tries  instead  to  focus  on  a  full  page  of  disjointed  words.   it’s  this  endeavor  which  isn’t  going  so  well.

                   after  about  fifteen  minutes  of  blankly  soaking  in  each  individual  string  of  words,   alice  has  had  enough  of  the  tense  atmosphere:   it’s  threatening  to  crush  her  under  its  weight,   and  the  immediate  boredom  is  killing  her.   she  snaps  the  offending  book  shut  and  rises  to  her  feet,   almost  certain  of  the  eyes  that  are  glued  to  her  now.   unperturbed,   straight  as  an  arrow,   the  teenager  makes  her  way  towards  the  front  desk.

               ❛    excuse  me,   but  where  is  the  bathroom?    ❜

                    the  plain  officer  she  has  chosen  to  address  gives  her  a  long,   awkward  pass  with  his  dark  eyes  before  he  points  her  towards  the  corridor  on  the  right.   her  lips  thin  into  an  awkward  smile  of  thanks,   and  she  quickly  takes  her  leave  from  the  desk,   hurrying  down  the  hallway  while  eyes  chase  her  around  the  corner.   good  grief.

                    really,   this  is  all  just  an  introduction  to  her  nascent  investigation:   a  perfect  reason  to  wander  from  safety.

@richardtrager.

[brokenthovghts]

fitzwilliam & elizabeth / @stcriestold​ meryton assembly rooms

Why had he allowed Charles to drag him along? Fitzwilliam hated social gatherings at the best of time when he knew the people involved, but to be in a room full of strangers? A horrible fate indeed. The silence that had descended upon the assembly room upon his, Charles, and Caroline’s entrance had been unbearable. He knew that they had been the talk of Meryton since their arrival, any newcomers would be in a town where everyone knew one another. But really, must they all be so obvious?

The music beginning again, and the flurry of excitement it provided, had allowed Fitzwilliam to slink off to a back corner of the room. A finger tugged half-heartedly at his shirt collar in a hopeless attempt at cooling himself down. The atmosphere was cloying, the closeness of everything near overwhelming. Why, just why, couldn’t he have spent the evening in the study at Netherfield, nestled in that rather plush armchair with a good book? It wasn’t as if he had been the one to rent the house - he was merely Charles’ guest.

Charles. Fitzwilliam loved the man like a brother, but he just never seemed to understand that not everyone flourished in company as much as her. And now there he was, dancing with the eldest Bennet daughter, leaving Fitzwilliam in the company of the one he declared barely tolerable less than an hour before. Clearing his throat, he shot the young woman a sidelong glance. “Are you enjoying your evening, Miss Bennet?” If only the ground could swallow him up.

[raibuuu]

MUSE TAG DUMP 006

[bluestrawberry]

tag dump 2 of probably 1000 (apologies) : robert langdon

rlangdon ; thcdolphiin / visage

rlangdon ; thcdolphiin / interactions

rlangdon ; thcdolphiin / wishlist

rlangdon ; thcdolphiin / aesthetics and likes

rlangdon ; thcdolphiin / headcanons

rlangdon ; thcdolphiin / info

rlangdon ; v001 / angels and demons 

rlangdon ; v002 / davinci code

rlangdon ; v003 / lost symbol 

rlangdon ; v004 / inferno

rlangdon ; v005 / origin

rlangdon ; v006 / whatever happens next

[earthedtm]

@bckseat !!

     “you don’t really have to come with me -.” there’s an almost embarrassed fluster curling through intonation, lilting it from the insistence it is supposed to be into something sheepish, shy. parker doesn’t usually make it a habit of bringing people with him into the forest, as it’s a safe haven as much as a place to simply breathe and be ( things he rarely feels like he can do when with others, when surrounded by people ).

[babysun]

@mythicbarbie in a roundabout way you asked for this

          lou tugged at the frayed cuff of her sweatshirt sleeve, anxiety sitting on her chest heavily. dried blood matted down some of her baby hairs from a cut on her hairline. there was a fresh bruise blooming on her jaw. in her other hand she slowly turned the small business card that had led her to this almost stereotypical p.i. office. had he pulled this from a b list movie or something? lou made it a point to tell herself not to say that out loud. “ so... valentina said you fixed stuff. people stuff? ” her chest felt nervous and tight, partly adrenaline, partly how shady this felt. she was not the shady type. lou also knew jax a bit from the diner, and definitely knew that she needed to spit out what she wanted sooner than later. tears started to spring up - no good - and as she dabbed at her eyes, lou huffed. “ vincent won’t leave me alone, i tried to handle this, i can’t handle this. i need help, please. ” 

[fantcsiia-blog]

▽ (for gil, but i also wouldn't mind interacting with august or megara if you have more muse for them)

          𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕠𝕞 𝕝𝕪𝕣𝕚𝕔 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕞𝕖𝕞𝕖                                                                  ( accepting )

#40

        ❝ hey uma

— UMA! ❞

        a childish grin appeared on gil’s face & a gentle blush spread across his cheeks. he bounced excitedly, like a giddy five year old who had a story to share. 

        ❝ i can see your underwear from down here. ❞

[spitfyred]

@pleasurefed liked for a starter

          madailein cussed, coffee spilling over and on to her pants. glancing at the laundry room door briefly, the fae rolled her eyes before unbuttoning her pants and shimmying them down. this was a great start to her first night in the new apartment building. long pale legs erupted in goosebumps, mads huffing in annoyance as she shoved her laundry in and started the machine. it was loud, but not so loud that her immortal ears couldn’t catch the beep of the card swipe lock being used to enter the laundry room. tugging her shirt down a bit, she attempted to cover her butt before her new neighbor got introduced. 

[eternalfed]

@resilientlyclever || sc.

     IMPATIENT FINGERTIPS DRUMMED ALONG STEEL TABLE, annoyance growing on placid features the longer he sat in wait. jiho cared little for clients’ personal lives, their reasons why he dialed his number and asked of his service, so long as he was given his pay, but he cared very much about punctuality; he was not a busy man by any means, yet his time was precious and it was better spent taking part in activities that interested him. if it wasn’t for the fact his client held power in the underbelly of the city, jiho would have skipped out half an hour ago.

[chasingcld02]

          DISAPPOINTMENT lays heavy within her. an ache in her chest, fluttering against her ribcage, as she drags her feet. she’d lasted all but two minutes, shoulders down for three seconds amidst the confusion. bayley looking back at her as she scrambled back on her feet, desperate to fight the refs decision. now she leaves her team behind, hazel eyes swimming with tears at yet another ruined opportunity. shoulders low and head bowed, an air about her that told people to leave her alone as soon as she was backstage with her peers. of course that applied only to them and not to him. F I N N. somehow the tears in her eyes became more, the dread in her chest multiplying as she looked at him. her heart in her throat as strong arms went around her. she almost wanted to fight out of the hug. turn on her heel and leave. wasn’t he disappointed ? did he not see the wasted potential in her every time he saw her. not as her significant other but as the person that had taught her everything she knew, only to throw it away when it came to matches she couldn’t quite live up to ? head tucked against his chest, arms wrapping around him maybe a little too tightly, silent tears streaming down her face. ‘ are ya disappointed in me ? ’ her voice is quiet, muffled against the red shirt he’s wearing.

— ◦ ✧ ❛ sc    /    @fomhorach

[brokenthovghts]

severus & roxanne / @stcriestold​ june 1981 ponter’s apothecary

Sighing softly, Severus set the stirring rod down on the countertop and lowered the flame beneath the cauldron. As much as he hated working for Ponter, he couldn’t help but think that he’d miss the apothecary when he left in a matter of months. Well, it wasn’t as if he was leaving because he wanted to. No - his life was no longer his own. If he was honest, his life hadn’t been his own for years. Gone were his dreams of striking out on his own and setting up his own company, instead he would be replacing Slughorn as the Potions Master at Hogwarts on the orders of both Dumbledore and the Dark Lord. A loathsome prospect at any time, but only made worse by the fact that a least half the student body would remember him as a student. After all, it had only been three years since he had graduated. But needs must, and if he were to serve as a spy, he needed to be conveniently situated.

It was the last potion he had to brew today, and there were fifteen minutes until he’d be able to decant it into vials. Casting a glance over at Roxy’s station, he settled down on a stool. “How much left have you got to do?” It was a strange sort of friendship the pair had fallen into over the years at school, mostly because of Severus’ reluctance to even call it a friendship. “I was hoping that we could close early for the day.”

[takesarms01]

* ⋅ x  –––   ‹ @rvisehell. ›

mssg / sent: ‘ biggest boss ’  ––– it was meant to be a picture just not that.

mssg / sent: ‘ biggest boss ’  ––– they weren’t meat for anyone else either. 

mssg / sent: ‘ biggest boss ’  ––– a tease? that’s harsh sash. what are you gonna do about it?

[bluestrawberry]

tag dump 3 of probably 1000 (apologies) : simon / silas

ssilas ; siimonghost / visage

ssilas ; siimonghost / interactions

ssilas ; siimonghost / wishlist

ssilas ; siimonghost / aesthetics and likes

ssilas ; siimonghost / headcanons

ssilas ; siimonghost / info

ssilas ; v000 / before the murders

ssilas ; v001 / davinci

ssilas ; auv001 / we ran away