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hey loves! my name is cherry/tori, and I am revamping my Evelynn blog into a primary K/DA Eve.  I have been writing evelynn since 2018 on tumblr, and I have been in the tumblr league rpc for around six years. I have been on hiatus for a very long time but I am excited to be back, so please do me a favor and  ❤ and  ⭮ this post if you are interested in writing with me! you can find the rules and about here. 

#hi i am over here now!! #its been a long time but over here #sona reserved for discord rp ONLY now

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if you're into BNHA/MHA and would like my mei/oc blogs lmk. not reposting my promo here because there are people that don't need to stalk those blogs too.

#bnha #mha #◇ chamomile. ( ooc. ) #help ive been sucked in

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Sona's Ora ball is not some whimsical mystical Ora ball. No. It is a gangster, shit talking little thing with imaginary chains and sunglasses.

#tHANKS CHrIs #◇ chamomile. ( ooc. ) #◇ v; she is the sun and the moon. ( odyssey. )

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@prodigall

Sona had lost count of the days. The lack of seeing solar cycles, not being able to connect to her Ora in fear of Kayn taking advantage of it. The murders.

The Seer looked down at her hands, the gloves shredded and forcing herself to keep her hands in her lap. She was tired of being questioned and not being able to say she couldn't. Quite frankly the loneliness was getting to her over anything. She missed the other prisoners, she missed the constant whisper of the Ora.

When she looked up again, her big golden eyes concentrated on the steel walls of her cell. Something was coming, but she just wasn't sure what.

#◇ never feel guilty for starting again. ( ic. ) #◇ v; she is the sun and the moon. ( odyssey. ) #prodigall

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Sona hadn't been able to run for long.

But then again, it wasn't hard to find a fleeing woman with locks of bright blue locks. The minute the anullers she felt as if she had been drowned by the thick air around her. She immediately didn't like it.

She was aware that without her magic she couldn't do much- she wasn't the strongest in physical terms, and she was defenseless against the men that had surrounded her, a blade pointed at her neck.

Her face, usually aglow with color and happiness had been drained with fear, but her face wore the same expression as always; she was calm on the outside.

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All things considered, it was not a particularly difficult trail to follow. A young woman traveling alone might not rouse too much suspicion, but a patrol of heavily-armed anullers? Renzus could have followed their wake blindfolded.

Lestara Buvelle was a name that he’d not had to concern himself with since his own disappearance just over a decade ago. She was not the most pleasant individual, as he could recall, but she was a noblewoman of considerable standing, and wasn’t a witless pawn like so many others of her station. But when he learned that she was dead, allegedly killed by her daughter, through magic no less, Renzus knew that he couldn’t leave this alone.

He needed answers, and they weren’t about to be found in Silvermere.

When he reached Uwendale, it was less than ten minutes before the mage-hunters did, and they’d already made themselves known by kicking in doors and demanding answers from the townsfolk. A few of Uwendale’s militia stood by, frustrated and nervous, likely kept at bay by the authority the anullers held. By his count, there were half a dozen of them, wearing their distinctive armour that carried the stink of petricite.

Keeping out of sight, Renzus drew a long, thin dirk, its honed steel edge tapered to a lethal point. Although he was more than skilled enough to bypass petricite protection, the last thing he wanted was to give Demacia the image that Lestara’s runaway daughter killed her pursuers with sorcery. He’d rather present the notion that she was saved by an anonymous bystander.

He heard them raise their voices, and start closing in to one of Uwendale’s inns. Had they found her? Renzus closed in, blade concealed in his sleeve, darting through the crowd of Uwendale citizens gathering to see what the fuss was about. He didn’t have much time, at this rate…

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#you: writes novella #me: HAVE ONE P A R AGRAPH #◇ never feel guilty for starting again. ( ic. ) #◇ v; like the flowers ache for spring. ( main. ) #summoner-renzus

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does anyone know how the BNHA roleplay community is here on tumblr?

#im only on season 2 and have an oc #◇ chamomile. ( ooc. )

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yeet if someone throws me the sona skin I will give you a colored + shaded icon of your muse:' ))

#im THIRSTY FOR IT OK #◇ chamomile. ( ooc. )

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she is so pretty 

#◇ i was a museum filled with art. ( vis. ) #◇ v; she is the sun and the moon. ( odyssey. )

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ok yea I didn’t expect to finish it THAT soon something doesn’t feel right…

#◇ i was a museum filled with art. ( vis. ) #◇ v; she is the sun and the moon. ( odyssey. )

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“You’ve brought us a lot of trouble, princess”

#hi im lowkey still a slut for yasona too #◇ i was a museum filled with art. ( vis. ) #◇ v; she is the sun and the moon. ( odyssey. )

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Odyssey Sona

#moon mami #◇ i was a museum filled with art. ( vis. ) #◇ v; she is the sun and the moon. ( odyssey. )

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listen... so many of the ships i forced myself to lowkey stop shipping because they became rarepairs are popping up because of odyssey and i am living for it.

#◇ chamomile. ( ooc. ) #ezsona and yasna primarily

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:AaAAaahH: :Heart: I DREW THIS SO FAST THAT I BURN THE WACOM (?????).

#my multishipping ass: 👀👀👀 #odyssey verse tbt. #◇ i was a museum filled with art. ( vis. )

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#this is really really well done #odyssey verse tbt.

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Odyssey Sona ✨

#SH E S BEAUTIFUL #odyssey verse tbt. #◇ i was a museum filled with art. ( vis. )

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i really like the design of this skin

#A BEAUTY #odyssey verse tbt. #◇ i was a museum filled with art. ( vis. )

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we have NO LORE on Sona... Or really most of them yet but SLAM INTO MY ASK/DMS IF YOU WANT TO PLOT SOMETHING.

#◇ chamomile. ( ooc. ) #odyssey verse tbt.