#slvrictus

[vulpesse-arc]

   WITHOUT BURDEN IS THE  ACHROMATIC SOUL OF CALLOUS BEASTS, FOR THEY STUBBORNLY DEFY THE BALANCE ‘TWEEN GOODNESS AND EVIL. And thus, it matters not how heavy is the weight of all the lives that she has cruelly stolen, the vulpine vastaya is still capable of sauntering across the land with light and noiseless steps  ;  she dances amidst the flourishing foliage and easily becomes the most beautiful  (  and treacherous  )  flower of them all.   ❝  Have you come, for me  ?  How flattering, I am truly honored.  ❞ 

@slvrictus​   ,   ♡ .

[ichorflame]

          farmboy!zag verse is gonna be a thing and you can all blame @viortum​ for it. 😐

[modestmuses-a]

@slvrictus​ said: “'' would you like to come in? '' [DJ Verse]”

dexter | accepting

“Yeah, that’d be great, thanks!” Akali says, stepping over the threshold of the door.  She rolls up on the balls of her feet and falls back down.  Getting to meet and spend time with new artists is always so exciting, she struggles to sit still.

“Can I see what you’ve been working on?” she asks, grinning, her dark eyes lit with anticipation.  It’s not that she is trying to skip over the pleasantries and get straight into talking business.  She is just eager and curious.  “Your mixes are so... like...  They’ve got this haunting quality about them, and they’re super badass! I love them, is what I’m tryin’ to say.”

[perfect-fourth]

Lamb sneaks in to press her mask against his. New years kiss perhaps? Well, either way. She hops away just a moment after doing so.

𝄠 The sudden and brash intrusion of another form in his personal bubble made the virtuoso jolt backwards in an instant, his gun assembled and at a ready shortly after.  He took aim at the other masked figure, more on edge than he’d typically be in lieu of the activities he’d been up to prior to her arrival.  What those activities were would have been a mystery to any mortal, but to one such as the literal personification of death, it was probably pretty evident that he was, well, planning on giving them some work that night.

Jhin was no stranger to the mythos of the Kindred and their various incarnations, so it only took him a moment to register what it was he was looking at, despite his near death experiences being few and far between.  His shoulders seemed to droop a little bit at the notion, gun lowering towards the ground.  

“...I see.  I expected the Wolf.”

[piltover-sharpshooter]

♪

Send me ♪ for a song that reminds me of your muse

“A cacophony of sounds, perfectly weaved together, a beautiful orchestra with such terrifying undertones...”

@slvrictus

[yi-dashi]

lamb is staring at yi from a safe distance. she isn't even breathing, or moving. she's just there. observing.

hey lets play how hot is that character

Not My Type | Alright | Cute | Adorable | Pretty | Gorgeous | LORD MERCY  

“Whatever you are, I feel an odd sense of dread about you. I hope you know my stay in realms beyond is just temporary, and that you need not trouble me much while I am here...”

[oceanbrings]

@slvrictus​ asked: lamb presses her face covered with the mask against nami's cheek. she heard mortals do something like this on the new year celebration. why though - she has no idea.

unprompted ask / ( always accepting!! )

               𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐒 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐑𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍; Nami will not complain about what she just happened. In fact, she is very confused to do it. Did the lamb tried to kiss her cheek or tried to do something else ? It really looked like a kiss, so Nami couldn’t help but blush a little bit. ❝ U-Uh, what was that---- for ? ❞

[songofsilentechoes]

lamb sneaks in a little chu on the cheek~!

Blushes, surprised by the sudden masked woman giving her a kiss. She smiles and gives her cheek a kiss, too. "Happy New Year, miss."

[gaennakyrivi]

💭

Send a  ‘💭’ to learn what my muse thinks of yours

"It is hard to form an opinion on Death and its harbingers. It is a cruel fate to some, often coming too early to take away even those who have not yet achieved their purpose. 

I know the importance of your existence, Lamb, and I value your duty. You offer a swift death to those that are willing to accept their fate, yet there’s cruelty in your companion’s actions. 

You represent such unity many mortals wish to achieve. To me, you bring forth the yearning for eternal balance, something this world is too young to achieve but it strives for it. 

Lamb, if only our paths were intertwined in a more pleasant arrangement... And though I am a fighter and I’d face down any challenge, I’d lay down myself before your bow when the time comes.”

[virtuosin]

'' Dear Meaven - Won't you play me a soothing song ? Something special - from the very bottom of your heart ? ''

“Oh...” Sona’s mouth mirrors that o-shape, stunned at the sight before her. While she has heard tale of Azakana and Kanmei spirits, her dealings with them had been minor at best. The supernatural, the ascended beings, things not of the mortal coil...they tend to keep to themselves, don’t they? But this? This was startling. Never had she though she’d be approached by such divine creatures, and while there is that initial instinct to fear, she finds herself drawn in by the peculiar scenario playing out. “I would be most humbled to perform for you, if you so desire it.” There’s a sort of benevolent grace as she peers at the white furred creature before her. Finger approach the strings of her etwahl which had already been erupting a quiet trill--it was curious about the creature as well, and perhaps a touch nervous. However, as soon as the pads of her calloused fingertips find the instrument, it quells its whining instantly. And then, the music begins. It’s light, pleasant to the ears, sending anyone who hears it along a journey. If they should listen to it, they might feel their mind transported away to happier times--of moments of delight, simplicity, and innocence. Magic weaves into every pluck of the strings, the reverberating melody easily relaxing any who might happen upon her sonorous activity. There was something ethereal about Sona as she strums. Maybe it was the way her eyes had been shut and her features were demure, untampered by emotion...or the way her body hovers and sways, like an angel so eager to fly back to the heavens. Only when her piece ends does Sona straighten her posture and look back at the other, her features nothing short of tranquil. “How was that, my friend? I hope it was to your liking...though I’ll happily perform another orchestration if it was not.”

[vulpesse-arc]

♡･ﾟ: *   BOTANICAL HEADCANONS.   ┊   not accepting. ↳   @slvrictus​   has entered the fox den:   Willow.

WILLOW   ───   How does your muse handle sadness & depression ?

It might be quite unsurprising, but Ahri is easily overwhelmed by negative and intrusive feelings such as sadness or depression. As someone who lamentably is cursed to experience everything and nothing at the same time, there are moments in which she feels like literally drowning: she can no longer think clearly, she cannot take decisions or occupy her mind with something else, her entire world is thus effortlessly devoured by this black and poisonous miasma of negative feelings. This is, of course, quite a deprecating and highly self-destructive manner to react to the various circumstances of her life: rather than fighting back and moving forward, she tends to crawl into herself until all these feelings are finally gone, until their burdensome weight is finally replaced by dull and apathetic void. 

However, when her sadness is either interrupted or challenged by others, she tends to become very prone to physical violence: it does not matter whether the other person was merely trying to help her or if they were trying to take advantage of her current state, whenever she happens to lose control over her feelings, she easily succumbs to a sort of ‘frenzied state’ in which even the most profound sadness is bound to succumbs underneath the strength of hunger. 

This is why the best way to support her when she is overwhelmed by negative feelings is that of simply keeping her company whilst giving her all the space that she needs: do not try to force a smile out of her, do not try to touch her unless she is the one who initiates physical contact first, do not try to convince her that her feelings are not valid... JUST BE PATIENT and sooner than you might expect, she will get over it. 

[ichorflame]

          @slvrictus​ — ♛.

          PRISTINE was the blanket of white which enveloped the mortal realm. Moonlight twinkled across those immaculate plains and the gentle dusting upon evergreens to illuminate the darkness which seemed to encompass all. The stillness of the night stole the breath from one’s lungs, begging SILENCE so as not to disturb the peace. Unaccustomed as he was to the visible passage of time, the wandering Prince of the Underworld took a moment to admire the unfamiliar surface — brief though it were. Clouds drifted past parted lips, climbing upwards to the heavens, only to dissipate still far from reach.

                    An OMEN, one might say.

         Try though he may, a denizen of the Nethers would not be pardoned by the FATES. One born of Hade’s House was destined to return, tethered to the abyss. BLOOD-BOUND, Zagreus could not escape his heritage — not that he would cease his attempts by any means. Each time the life fled his immortal form to send him drifting back down the crimson current of the Styx only served to further his resolve. For the godling would risk it all to share but a few words with HER. To cradle her frame close ⟅ dwarfed in the embrace of the son she had once been robbed ⟆ even as those carmine tides beckoned him back — 

          DEATH could not restrain the son of Hades, the son of Persephone. 

          Cruel were the Fates to curse him with the same fatal flaw as his father. Even beyond the Realm of the Dead, the tyrant still held power over him. Like a noose about his neck, with each step he could feel the undeniable pull. ASPHYXIATION, the Underworld demanded to smother his soul back within its depths. To claw at that hangman’s hold would be futile, for the gallows’ call remained FINAL. Yet he would continue to run back to that hell regardless of the consequences. For years the Prince was raised within a bed of lies. Nurtured with deceit, Zagreus was none the wiser for so very long. Now that the TRUTH laid bare before him, he could no longer deny himself the hunt for answers. Did he find fault within all who left him blissfully unaware as they stowed away the secret of his birth? Not entirely, however TRUST would take time to restore — if at all.

         Thus the crestfallen heir could only rely upon himself, wary of BETRAYAL.                    And so he walked on.

          Snow pooled within each step, hissing and snapping at his heated heals as if to cry that he simply did not belong here. Blasphemous, Nature called out in utter defiance as it shriveled and died in his wake. Each stride, constricting, to cause the Prince to waver. Strangled coughs and gasps for air — a bitter CHILL to his lungs — echoed about the silent forest. The luminous glow from his exposed toes dulled like fading embers with the distance. Upon his crown, laurel leaves lost their luster, withering to ASH to taint the ground below. Muscle clenched as joints locked from the frigid wind which gusted about him, calloused hands raised in a weak embrace to retain some semblance of warmth. Winter seemed to sap the very marrow from his bones to leave them brittle, HOLLOW.

        A DEAD MAN walking, yet he continued towards his demise.

         Odd eyes appreciated those strange lands, indescribable even as they sought to banish him. Years of nothing but the same shadows — of BLOOD and DARKNESS — blinded him to the true beauty of life. Even cloaked within the veil of night, there remained a boundless wellspring of energy that was lost within the Underworld. Though his vision blurred about the edge, the glimmer of admiration did not escape his hues. A fragile, but resolute smile lingered as he trudged down the now familiar path to HOME. Yet the strength continued to trickle away from his body, drained inch by inch from what little remained of his reserves. 

         The final battle which barred his way to freedom had not left the Prince unscathed. Though kin, Hades knew not the meaning of self-restraint and sought to push his son to the very limit. A test of his of his DETERMINATION which Zagreus very nearly failed. Wounds littered his person, some still oozed fresh and stung from the gnawing cold. Bones broken and flesh torn, only a divine could endure such suffering and march on. Whether sheer strength of will or merely dwindling sanity, he refused to succumb to the PAIN — not yet ready to call this attempt a failure. Even as his blood defiled the land and his prospects grew dim, he fought on. 

         Nearly there...she will be happy to see me, won’t she?

[modestmuses-a]

@slvrictus​ said: “🍓 hello”

teddy is full of love but takes forever | accepting

//first of all, you’re cute as hell, so jot that down and get the fuck over yourself

second of all, man...  i can’t believe we have only been talking for a couple weeks at this point.  it really does feel like we’ve known each other for way longer than that.  maybe it’s bc we’re both too prone to oversharing, ha!

your writing, too, though, man...  it’s really inspirational for me, and seeing you on my dash always gets my muse up.  it’s been too long since i wrote a 400+ word reply for this blog, and seeing as i love long threads, it’s always thrilling to meet writers who can pull that kind of word count out of me!

[obliviorum]

Body Language Cheat Sheet

Bold = always applies, Italicized = sometimes applies, Strike Through = never applies

DEFENSIVENESS: arms crossed / crossing legs / clenched fists / pointing index finger / stiff shoulders / tense posture / curling of lip / baring of teeth / tail lashing / pinned ears

REFLECTIVE: hand to face gestures / head tilted / stroking chin / peering over  glasses / taking glasses off — cleaning / putting earpiece of glasses in mouth / pipe smoker gestures / putting hand to the bridge of nose / pursed lips / knitted brows

SUSPICION: arms crossed / sideways glance / touching or rubbing nose / rubbing eyes / hands resting on weapon / brows rising or knitting together / lips pressing into a thin line / strict unwavering eye contact / wrinkling of nose / eyes narrowing

OPENNESS & COOPERATION: open hands / upper body in sprinters position / sitting on the edge of a chair / hand-to-face gestures / unbuttoned coat / tilted head / slacked shoulders / relaxed posture / feet pointed outward / palms flat and facing outward

CONFIDENCE: hands behind back / hands on lapels of coat / steeped hands / smirking / baring teeth in a grin / rolling shoulders / tipping head back but maintaining eye contact / chest puffed up / shoulders back / arms folded just above navel

INSECURITY & ANXIETY: chewing pen or pencil / rubbing thumb over opposite thumb / biting fingernails / hands in pockets / elbow bent / closed gestures / clearing throat / “ whew ” sound / picking or pinching flesh / fidgeting in chair / hand covering mouth whilst speaking / poor eye contact / tugging pants or clothes / jingling money in pockets / tugging at ear / perspiring hands / playing with hair / swaying / playing with a writing implement / smacking lips / sighing / rocking on balls of feet / flexing / tapping fingers sporadically / chewing on lip / pacing / tail twitching

ANGER & FRUSTRATION: short breaths / “tsk” sounds / tightly-clenched hands / fist-like gestures / pointing index finger / rubbing hand through hair / rubbing back of neck / snarling / revealing teeth / grimacing / sharp-eyed glowers / notable tension in brow / shoulders back, head up; defensive posturing / clenching of jaw / grinding teeth / nostrils flaring / heavy exhales / swearing  / tail lashing  / pinned ears  

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[tenebriiis-archived]

{ How long have you been  —  t i r e d? }  

𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓅𝓅𝑒𝒹 𝒸𝓊𝓅𝓈

—  you’ve been tired for a while. you’ve been tired forever. your skin’s too big for you to walk properly, your skin’s to tight for you to rest. you wake up and you don’t know what you’re here for. life is a walk from one moment of gratification to another. all you do is consume, and think about creating. creation gives yourself worth. 

it turns your hands from useless shapes into tools of achievement.  —  Someone telling you that what you made mattered is enough to make you want to live for another year. 

                                     it hurts a little, but it doesn’t hurt enough. 

sometimes you think that if you woke up with a knife stabbed through your chest, you’d scream for help and then everything would be fixed. but you don’t believe that. the chipped cup stays chipped. the broken cup is replaced or fixed. but you’re not a cup. you’re not even a thing. you’re a person and you deserve to feel like one.  — i think you should lie on a bed and listen to ‘two by the antlers’ for a while, and it’ll make it easier, even if it’s just a little. 

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[lovelybloodyboo]

Which two Greek gods are your parents?

Your Result : Hades & Eris

Oh, sweet child of battle and strife! Your father commands the Underworld, and your mother the vengeful sewer of discord. A life of greatness stands before you dictated by power, bellicosity, and chaos. No man can tell you what realm you preside over, but look to themes of wrath and revenge as you grow into your power.

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