#blessercoeur

@anonymous:  i love listening to your voice, maybe do a voice thing for each of your ship partners with just something fun about them?

yes ofc!! i hope i’m not bothering anyone with this video or tag, but i just want you all to know that i love and appreciate you very much.

@moonaspect  •  @preyseek  •  @luxcnna  •  @shikaal  •  @ofironloyalty  •  @starthieve  •  @defyances  •  @vulpesse​.

@blessercoeur​ !

                        𝐀     𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐄     𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃     𝐈𝐍     𝐔𝐍𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐘     𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃     sits     dormant     in     the     hand     of     the     hunter,     whose     face     is     set     into     a     stony     expression     of     dissatisfaction.     His     shoulders     are     tall,     though     they     obviously     bear     tension     &     the     weight     of     his     duty,     &     as     Yone     clutches     the     last     remnants     of     an     Azakana     in     his     right     hand,     he     peers     down     into     the     mask.     It     is     yet     another     day     of     disappointment,     another     stretch     of     no     answers     —     the     face     he     cradles     almost     -     delicately     between     scarred     fingertips     does     not     quite     look     like     the     one     glued     to     his     own.     It     tells     him     very     little     about     what     he     has     become     (     but     he     has     grown     accustomed     to     not     knowing     who     he     is     ).     He     gives     the     demon     a     name,     with     a     low,     almost     -     reverent     murmur     :                    Guilt.                         &     it     takes     him     a     moment     after     he     tucks     it     away     to     realize     that     there     is     someone     watching     him.

the witcher (show) starters

“... A few times in my past.  It has been... a long time.”

That was an understatement.  His last official lover was centuries ago, before Noxus invaded Ionia and before humans were the dominant population on the island continent.  There was one or two flings between then and now, but nothing serious.

She hummed, not because she was thinking, but yes to soothe the other in some way. 

“Not inherently bad. They could be confused by your looks... I’ve heard they don’t take Vastayas very well, we should perhaps find something for you to wear, to not be so eye-catching to them.”

She explained, her voice calm as to not alarm the other. Still, she was incredibly worried, and was already thinking of some way to hide her if any dared to confront them.

 With a sigh, the chameleon seemed to retreat. Crossing her arms over her chest and keeping her hands rubbing her own skin, Neeko seemed to be attempting to self-soothe already, her wide eyes quickly shifting their gaze and attention. She had hoped to be less noticeable in a place that had so many things happening at the same time, but her colors were still too bright for anywhere in Noxus and, ever since what happened at the Kalduga outpost... She has only been waiting for others to be on her tail about it. 

 Not knowing what ‘inherently’ meant didn’t stop her from grasping what A’ni meant, but little danger was still danger. Reaching towards the other’s hand, she laced her fingers with the other woman’s, gently pulling her aside.  — “Neeko can be less Neeko... Come!” 

The voice startled her quite a bit, but the woman recognized the dryness within it. She turned to the other, a bit lost at first. She did have some new goods from the market she had just left from, so her focus would turn to her basket then.

“ No… Not really. But I do have peaches. That might help you a bit. ”  She offered, taking one of the said peaches and presenting it to the other, a faint and polite smile gracing her features. Perhaps it could at least quench a bit of her thirst until she gets something better.

She  wasted  no  second  in  grabbing  the  offered  fruit  &  biting  into  it.  Sejuani  ripped  it  to  shreds  with  her  teeth,  juice  running  down  her  arms  all  the  while  ——  she  didn’t  seem  to  really  care  about  that,  though.  She  was  far  too  busy  drinking  from  the  peach  what  little  she  could.

Shy Munday Meme

Maybe the Mun is Shy. Maybe the followers are shy. Need a little help ice breaking? Here you go!

Do you also have those people you really want to talk to but are too shy to start talking to? 

«I love styling hair. I’ve always done it to my mother, she loved it so much. Her hair was so long, as shiny as spun platinum under the moonlight... Ah, those were better times...»

Murmuring between dark strands around her slender, porcelain fingers, the Rakkor kept silently styling her hair, enjoying its softness with her digits. For how long Ernye had missed braiding someone’s hair, she wondered. Among Lunari, it was pretty common styling one’s hair, and such a practice was thought to other people since they were kids.

Combing her shiny locks, Ernye then took the white flower she’d been holding from the stem with her lips for a while, carefully putting it in her hair.

CARING FOR STUBBORN MUSES. for when the person you’re trying to care for insists they don’t need your help. 

Dissatisfaction laced her features, brows knitted and a low grunt leaves her. Through her restraints, she measly pushed the soup back towards the other–Nala wasn’t too fond of accepting food from others when they need it as well. Chains rattle as she tugged herself away from the bars, back into the darkened corners of her cell.

“I don’t need it.”