#shvdowdrake

[avus-niinus]

“Fuck off, I’ll take you on.”

Aah, my Craft It Forward piece for Witch has been long over due; partially because I didn’t know what to make her. Well, until now, that is. Needless to say, the line art killed me but at the same time I’m extremely proud of this piece.

It’s supposed to be a grey scale with the exception of her eyes. Though I’m not quite sure how well I executed it…

I hope you like it, Witch!

@shvdowdrake

[brviscs]

“kick his ass for me.” (@ kara)

Kara laughs at the request - it’s an ugly, hollow sound even to her own ears. She wants to object, to tell Vira to fight with her, that she can’t do it alone. Her friend is fading quickly, though - thanks to the iron she’d insisted on weighing herself with earlier that night. She wasn’t sure what the point was, not at first, and now she may never know. Kara can’t ask, not now, when they have mere seconds before the voidling strikes again. Vira might not make it, the strength quickly bleeding from her body. “I will - I’ll -  I won’t let you down,” she rasps, wiping at the blood the shadowy beast had drawn from her friend. Kara felt the rage boiling in her chest as her fingers came away, wet. She let the heat emanating in her eyes grow, a red glow reminiscent of Rao’s rays, burning behind her lids. “Hold on a little longer, Vira, please - it won’t take long.” 

[unmartyrd-blog]

@shvdowdrake requested an audience.

Cobalts with ebonys tucked behind them eye once they looked up from the scope. Once he aimed the gun at the female; although it was now lowered, the Angaran retained that sense of wariness and caution. One could say the bipedal was near statuesque, even when regarding the femme with caution.

❛ You are walking on dangerous territory--one more step.

He didn’t bother to finish the sentence. It was evident enough to see what would enfold. 

[sharpscope-blog]

“It’s not a party until someone almost fucking dies.”

“  it really spiced things up here,  ”     she responds dryly.  the bar brawl that just went down was probably the most interesting thing that’s happened yet at this gathering.  she doesn’t know what started it,  but it turned pretty bloody and the krogan bouncers  --  who’d normally turn a blind eye to petty bar fights  --  were forced to step in and handle it.     “  nothin’ like watching people blow off steam with their fists.  ”          //          from here.

[wxrgod]

“ i am as beautiful and terrible as the storms in the night and I do not apologize for being such ”                                                          independent oc virala rosza                                                                 ( written by witch )

[justiccr]

abalone, aquamarine, apophyllite, apache tears, opal

    /. send me a crystal _ acc

abalone. what kind of situations compromise my muse emotionally.

romance tho. wtf is that all about ?? ? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

aquamarine. where my muse feels most calm/relaxed.

underneath the open sky —— especially at night. she’s traveled through time and space for so long that the vastness of the universe feels like a long-lost FRIEND. 

apophyllite. my muse’s religious/spiritual beliefs.

samara’s spiritual beliefs have changed over the course of time to currently model an amalgamation of many different religions from various species encountered throughout her lifetime. however, the core asari pantheistic belief ( or siari, if you will ) remains constant —— “ALL ARE ONE.” to samara, EVERY life has meaning, including the ones she saves, and especially the ones she takes.

beyond that, she is fascinated by the drell belief in the soul being a separate entity of the body, and —— more recently —— by the angaran belief in RESURRECTION. 

apache tears. a sadness headcanon. 

samara thinks she’s a TERRIBLE mother. :^)

opal. how creative my muse is.

very. however, she’s so private, she RARELY lets the conversation linger on her abilities or her personal thoughts. 

[aegisframed]

     a battle with only half their team, and an enemy who knows it. all of them dirty, bruised, battered but still standing: if they fall, the city does, too. so they do not fall. 

     she feels it before she sees it, a blade moving the air in vibrations she can sense dozens of feet away. medusa has never moved faster, colliding with virala and knocking her out of the way of the knife. it knicks her in the arm, but she couldn’t care less. 

     “are you okay??”

@shvdowdrake

[illegitimcteluthor-blog]

@shvdowdrake || liked for a starter

“Say, you wouldn’t happen to know what kind of gift would be appropriate to give a historian for their birthday, would you?”

[riighteousfury]

                                      ❛ excuse  me??  miss!! ❜ kori  cries  after  the  retreating  girl,  weaving  through  the  crowd  at  an  EXTRAORDINARILY  QUICK  PACE.  the  alien  followed  her,  eventually  catching  up  after  a  few  minutes  of  chasing,  and  tapped  her  on  the  shoulder,  waving  a  wallet  around  ❛  is  this  yours?  i  think  you  may  have  dropped  it  a  few  blocks  ago!!  ❜ 

@shvdowdrake liked for a starter

[bvrnsbriight]

    “ i know you probably don’t want to go out, but the moon is out, so we need to be, too. ” artemis declares as she opens the door of v’s room and approaches her.  “ there’s a party in the building the guys live in and i want to crash it. ”

[diviniius]

@shvdowdrake ( x )

She eyes the male attempting to give the order, and then the spear that her less-than-graceful skid had knocked her into. Brows arch, and a PUSH of power raises the weapon- only to drop it at him.

“Happy?”

octavian is not happy, not in the slightest. really, more people should know this by now. he folds his arms, one pointer finger tapping IMPATIENTLY against a thin forearm.

“not until the pilium is in its proper place.”

[undomiiiel-blog]

@shvdowdrake.

 pale hands pluck elvish herbs from the ground beneath her, eyes soon LIFTING upon the sound of movement ahead in the brush, which leads to her rising slowly, hands coming to rest at her sides. sharply she scans the treeline, voice a soft melody when words leave her lips, “you are no elf.”

[brviscs]

❰ @shvdowdrake​ from here ❱ 

Kara doesn’t show up completely unannounced - she hints and suggests until she appears at people’s doors with food or affection - and always her bright demeanor. Really, it was a show of self control that she’d waited three full days before seeking Vira out. Kara worries - especially when it comes to her less than human friends, when there are such hateful people in the world. 

The need to help and soothe and act is something Kara simply can’t ignore. She has to tamp own the urge to ask - to know immediately why Vira’s crying, what or who has hurt her to the point that she actually lets those emotions show. Kara knows that it’s no small feat for Vira to let her see her like this - and that settles deep in her gut. She won’t forget this. 

Vira’s glare is as familiar as anything these days - Kara knows it and lets it wash over her, an empty threat if anything. Her way of saying hello, almost. She’s still in there, at least - Kara’s glad she can glare, it’s a good sign, maybe.

The stormy thing behind Vira’s eyes is there - something Kara understands and sees. It’s in M’gann’s eyes sometimes, in J’onn’s, in Alex’s - in her own, even though she tries not to let it show. Kara doesn’t pry, but she can sense when the something leaks out and gets hard to control - or when the world starts to press in and make the something seem bigger. 

She knows that sometimes words aren’t enough - or they’re too much, or just not right. So she keeps her questions and comments at bay and uses the rest of what she has. It’s tentative at first, careful not to startle Vira or hurt her - she’s not human, but Kara still doesn’t want to crush her. Once she sees that she won’t pull away, she really hugs her. The initial tension makes her  wary - and she considers going back to her corner of the couch, but then Vira’s talking, and Kara can’t help the grin on her face. 

“I won’t tell - it’ll be our secret,” she replies, only a hint of teasing in her voice. Vira wouldn’t hurt her, not really, but she’d never betray her trust like that. Kara understands the need to keep up a certain persona. She almost adds ‘that you’re a cuddle bug’, but that probably won’t go over too well right now.

She snuggles in more instead, lets her cheek nuzzle Vira’s shoulder. Kara’s not sure what affection is like for Vira’s kind, but she hopes she gets close. She applies a bit more pressure than she would with a human - because she also understands what it is not to feel touch when you really need it. She knows what it’s like to be afraid to ask. There’s only so much humans can do before it actually comes through. 

“Is this okay?” she asks, squeezing just a bit before loosening her arms a fraction, for Vira to adjust if need be. Kara holds on, and she works over the words in her head, careful, choosing.

“You disappeared...I was just wondering, so...” she adds, with a shrug, jostling them just a bit. She doesn’t want Vira to feel stifled or stalked - just for her to know that people notice when she’s gone - that she’s important, acknowledged, remembered. 

[moralityblurred]

[ @shvdowdrake | cont. ]

     ❝ 'm not scared, ❞ she’s quick to retort in her thick scottish brogue, blue eyes flicking up to meet pale green. ❝ i’m just careful. i’ve never worked with shadow magic before. ❞ hæilvi does not believe that any magic is inherently evil, but there are types of magic that can more easily be twisted to harm people than others. magics that when evoked can harm the evoker. ❝ show me, ❞ she urges quietly.

[tireure-blog]

"That's not exactly a good coping method."

she’s been meaning to quit, you know.    thought she already had, back in the milky way    --    but the thing about these addictions, they aren’t a one-and-done deal.    if she doesn’t keep her constant companions in check, they resurface.    unkindly.    sometimes in the shape of a whole bottle in the pathfinder’s palm, her looking shamed, briefly, once spotted in such a demeanour.

                    but then she closes off, as she does.

“  i used to do a lot worse.  ”    lifts the napalm to her lips.

                                                                                        deep ass starters  *

[wxrgod]

    “ y’know -- ”

                         he takes a few steps toward her, a smirk on his face.

    “ the last time someone looked at me like that, i got laid. ”

                       -- it’s been a while. don’t judge him too harshly.