#kintsugiblade

✩- you inspire me

—≪❤≫ The gumiho blinked as she tried to figure out what just happened. All she knew was the woman was now lying face first on the ground and that she should probably help her. She got up, her pink tails bouncing as she rushed over to the woman.

Great power existed in Runeterra, power that resided in both its past and present. Orianna had heard tell of ‘demons’ that lurked the land, searching for a battle worthy of the blade fused to their arm. If the legends were to be believed, there were once an entire clan of these warriors-But they somehow all seemed to vanish. That is, except for a notable barbarian and a Noxian woman. Of course, rumors were rumors-But Orianna was a being of great power, power that was bound to the Infinity Gear. Her Father gave up all he had to see into the Infinity for an answer to the question, “How does one bring the fallen back to life?”

The answer to that question, however, is not for mortal eyes. Instead, the Infinity gave Father a vision of a wondrous gear that would create for him the vengeance that he so desired. Orianna, however, was indeed struggling to track down Jinx. With enemies in both Piltovian’s underworld and the police force that were her ‘allies’, Orianna had no choice but to seek greater power. Perhaps this effort was in vain, but she was willing to throw away everything just to see Father smile again.

Even if it meant corrupting that which made her...Unique. For Him.

(( how do i slime people? |D ))

Gross. Just fucking… gross. What the hell was she even made of now? First being a male for what felt like forever, now… this? What was this? Katarina frowned the slightest bit and sniffed her dripping, red hand- before deciding to chew it. Ok… it didn’t hurt. But it tasted good. Like strawberries.

Was this what Zac was, did he taste like anything? Maybe apples… funny, he didn’t smell of the taste like she did. Weird. This was just.. .weird. Sure, she was human in shape. She had limbs and everything. But she was… gooie. Just, plain weird.

“ Rough Touch “ Prompt

Random Number Generated: 22. My museattempts to push off yours.

“Would you kindlyremove yourself from me? I don’t want to ask for the millionth fuckingtime.” Sure, he’d consented to this at first- to giving Riven a piggybackride back to her apartment room, but… only to the door. She could stumble herdrunk ass to bed. Katarina let out a quiet, annoyed sigh as the exile didn’tget off, and proceeded to try and push her off. Gently of course, but itobviously didn’t work. “…at least give me the key so i can shove you ona soft surface…” The last thing Riven needed was a busted part of herbody to go along with the hangover she was sure to have in the morning.

Send me a ■ and the muse will say aloud the first thing they think internally about your character.

{Send me a number from 1-10 from this post and I’ll make a starter based on the image.God bless you Riven.}

The previous night was a blur. Quinn had come home so late and so worn out that she had gone to bed and had all but forgotten to lock the door to her small home. Valor was even worse off than she was. As a bird, he was horrible at staying awake in the night hours, especially when traveling.

What woke her was the smell of coffee, which, although it took a little bit of waking up to become so, was quite concerning. She hadn’t let anyone into the house, nor had she given out any keys to it while aware at least. So then who was making coffee in her home…?

The Demacian very carefully and quietly took a knife from where her gear lay discarded from the previous night- for safety’s sake, of course. She crept from her room, pajamas and all, gingerly stepping forward until she had a clear view of the intruder and-