#shimmerbeasts

[blackrosesmatron]

|| While I work on my drafts, I wish to dedicate a special Thank you for a few people who have managed to keep my muse for LB alive.

@drinkthepain, @jynxd, @shimmerbeasts, @restrainedhungr, @veiled-lady & @piltover-sharpshooter

Honestly, if it wasn't for you guys, I would've probably dropped this blog or set it into an infinite hiatus. I owe you all so much!

#there is another behind my own mask (ooc) #drinkthepain #jynxd #shimmerbeasts #restrainedhungr #veiled lady #piltover sharpshooter #thank you guys so much!

[countlessrealities]

Jinx, Silco, Vi (for Rick and Morty)

“Adopt, Get drunk with, Kill” || Accepting !

"D-Damn, that's the easiest pick ever. A-Adopt Firecracker, g-get drunk with Mr. Dark, Tall and Gloomy an-and kill whoever that other one is."

"Oh g-geez, can the adopt option be, y-you know, be adopted? B-Because I'd say get adopted by Silco, g-get drunk with Jinx and...y-yeah, kill the other, uh, girl?"

"Hey! Thanks for stealing my answers, asshole. But yeah, ditto. What Morty said goes for me too."

#[ ic :: c137 Rick ] #[ ic :: Morty ] #[ ic :: Summer ] #shimmerbeasts #[[ SORRY Vi they haven't met you so ]] #[[ you're the easy kill pick xD ]] #[[ tho can you imagine Silco having to raise Morty and Summer ]]

[jynxd]

More often than not Jinx was always antsy. She was always excited and anxious about something. Most of the time it was the idea of violence and making the various instruments that would cause the violence. The rock music that typically blasted on her tower served as enabler, providing a burst of much needed energy.

However, the anxiety she was feeling now had nothing to do with that. No, this was a specific kind of anxiety. One that happened only every once in a while. During these times her anxiety was elevated beyond normal levels. Painfully so if it went ignored. This was an anxiety that could only be associated with the need for the kind of violence that only hunts could achieve.

In its early stages it was only minor, just a stray thought or idea here and there. Something that could easy left alone and she could go about her day normally. However, the longer it went unchecked, the harder it was to just let go. Jinx had tried to convince Silco to do a hunt several times, begged him for it because she knew it would come to this. Come to the fact that the hound in her was hungry, no *starving* for the violence.

She could hear his voice in her head as she was moving in, encouraging her to force his hand. 'Wouldn't it feel nice to rip someone apart, Jinx? All that beautiful blood? Don't you want it?' And oh yes did she want it. Her mind was already picturing images of torn bodies. She could practically taste the iron and meat that filled her mind's version of herself.

In the real reality her body was now in his office, Silco's lips were moving, he was talking to her, but she saw and heard none of it. No, she was still her minds reality. Jinx was in the streets, an outsider in her own body was she watched as this other version of herself tore into everyone around, horribly mangled corpses lined up behind her and guts and intestines spilling out. She could see holes where stomachs used to be, faces mutilated to the point of being unrecognizable. Stray bits of skin decorated the ground around.

Jinx was out of control now, killing anyone and everyone. 'That's right, let it all out Jinx. You make me so proud.' The encouragement, the seductive whisper in her ear, only riled her up more. She was out of control. As she was covered in so much blood.

Outwardly her entire body was shaking, violently so. Her eyes were wide open, glowing such a bright fuchsia. Nobody was clearly home and there was no response to any of his attempts to snap her into reality. Her body was frozen in place, sharp nails digging into skins as blood dripped to the floor.

It wasn't until she heard Silco's voice say the words "Drop", in her mind, that she snapped out of it. Bright Fuchsia dulled back into sapphire as she felt a hand grab her wrist to further ground her to reality. A new panic had set in. What had Silco seen? This had never happened in front of him before. Oh god, what if she hurt him?

"I'm sorry sorry papa, I shouldn't have come here." Jinx's voice was trembling now as she looked away in shame, despite the hand still being there. "I-I didn't you hurt you did I? Please tell me it was all just in my head." From the looks of it he might've been cut a little. The slightly torn cloth of his sleeve being a good indication, but he seemed otherwise fine. "Papa I didn't mean to..."

The excitement was still there....it wouldn't go away. But she knew what needed to be done. Jinx had already asked recently, didn't want to force his hand, but if she didn't. She then noticed the blood on his hand. "I cut you...." @shimmerbeasts

#shimmerbeasts #;all shimmered up | ic; #{ hunting is part bloodsport part panic; thread } #cw; gore #cw; dark content #cw; violence

[ferinehuntress]

◈　 ⇢  @shimmerbeasts　 ⋯　 Closed Plotted Starter . 　　　❝ Caitlyn meets an old familiar face from her past. ❞

　⊰ ⸻ ⊱　𝐈𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐜 𝐨𝐟 𝐏𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 terrified to go out at night. Every inch of her territory felt stained by this man's scent and twisted displays. Too many nights had she heard them screaming it was a Zaunite. Some thought it was a Zaunite copying Jhin or some chem baron. She even heard people saying it was Jinx, but this wasn't her modus operandi. Caitlyn knew Jinx, and knew her style. She had been on multiple crime scenes of hers and face to face with the she-devil.

　No, this wasn't her M.O.

 　And Caitlyn didn't think it was a Zaunite either. Everything about it didn't add up. The technique, the stylish concepts. She had dealt with Zaunites who hunted and killed; they didn't care to create a whole collage of display. In truth, everything pointed to someone from Piltover which disturbed her. The elegant display of organs, the way the bodies were framed. As if a display of power. It was highly improbable that it was a Zaunite, and with the number of immigrants and people who visited Piltover, it could even be a Noxian, Shuriam, or someone from the port of Bilgewater. Piltover just preferred to scream someone from the undercity at any point.

　As if to prove a point, when  Caitlyn examined the most recent scene, the only zaunite she could smell was Vi. His scent contaminated the walls and the body of his victim yet he had no scent from someone from the undercity. Instead, the scent of heavy perfumes fumigated the Area, as she sniffed around the body. The bloody mess of the woman's stomach was carved open in the symbol of one of the sigils of the council, and the intestines had been wrapped around her neck and arms like a display of death by her own body with a morbid twist of elegance. The smell of blood caused Caitlyn to lick her lips, pushing back that instinctive draw to blood and the animal within smelling fresh meat. Pictures were taken, as she glanced over to Vi who called her over to another part of the scene. It's where he had tortured the woman, both of them smelling the heavy fumes of fear and death in one location. Caitlyn instantly painted the scene, but she noticed something. Two different types of blood, the scent faint.

　She brushed her finger up against the blood and placed it on her tongue. Using her sense of taste, the flavor was strong, a little gamey which reminded her of the taste of Venison. The woman must have had some deer vastayan blood in her line, though it was faint. Then her fingers brushed over the other blood, and it was completely different, the acidic tones with licorice. That bitter tone of candy made her growl and spit it out. Not only did she have his scent now, she had his taste. She could smell him if his blood was shed.

　Once she had collected everything she could from the scene, she left it to the enforcers and knew she had to finish this. "We have to find him tonight. He is bleeding, we can track him down," Caitlyn spoke to Vi as she pumped her fist into the gauntlets. "Let's go," Vi had the scent, and they left the scene quickly following the prominent scent flowing along the alleyways. Caitlyn didn't slow down, her feet picked up pace and her fingers tightened around her rifle. At a split in the road, the scent had changed and Caitlyn growled. As she looked at her parent, a nod came between the two and they split up. Vi twisted left and Caitlyn moved right. Her boots clicked against the ground, the low heel meeting the cobblestone as she shifted the air, and twisted left. That's when the blood hit her like a hammer. Eyes zoned in on a bloody shoulder and the culprit. He had made a fatal flaw of getting too close to his victims; and she highly doubted anyone expected someone to be tracking by smell.

　The rifle lifted and pointed at the man who twisted around to shoot his pistol. A bristle of her fur stood on edge as she growled and had to dodge back behind the corner of the wall and fired her rifle. It didn't hit him, as he raced off and she immediately went into the chase. "Not this time, you don't!" Caitlyn snapped her jaws, refusing to let him escape her grasp. If she didn't catch him now someone else would be another victim. Not in her city, not in her streets. The detective lifted her rifle just as she got another aim but she had to quickly pull back as he shoved someone into her path. That wouldn't do, as she dashed down the street, the few pedestrians she swiveled around as she lifted her firearm and shot. The shot was purposely missed, but it did what she wanted, angling him down another alleyway away from the more populated region of the city (even at night people still roamed).

　Another shot caused him to duck, twisting another alley with an arrogant laugh. "You're a terrible shot!" Oh, he had no idea the workings of Caitlyn's mind, the way she played him this time. She controlled this land, she knew every corner, every street. She needed him away from the citizens to finish what she started. Five dead, there would not be a sixth. The alleyway she had placed the man down was a long run, enough for her to aim her weapon properly. As she skidded to a stop the rifle was lifted and she slowed her breathing. One breath in, and then out and she pulled the trigger.

　The bullet sizzled through the air and made contact with the back of his neck. His body lunged forward, and he hit the ground with no sound of pain. An instant kill, the bullet breaking the vertebrae and effectively snapping his neck. Efficient and immediate. "I'm an excellent shot, you're just too arrogant to know otherwise," Caitlyn snarled with a growl. She moved down the alley, the shadow of the walls closing in as she took her boot and kicked him over. His face was familiar, one she had seen at a few balls in Piltovan. He was one of the new high-class houses, inherited after the death of his father. "I knew it was a Piltovan," She held the rifle and stared down at the bullet that had shot clean through. The throat left a gaping hole in the front as blood pooled out and onto the ground. The same familiar scent of licorice caused her nose to scrunch up in disgust.

　But then something caused a shiver to run down her spine as if she was being watched. Even a predator can feel like prey as she gripped her rifle tighter and then swiveled around, holding it up toward a pair of golden eyes in the shadows. Her cheek rested against the stock of her rifle and focused on the other. A heavy smell of fox tickled her nose as she tensed her legs ready for anything. Yet there was a familiarity to the smell, something from long ago. A distant memory but a smell she couldn't forget. Her pistol against her hip held the memory with the shape of a monster like fox and multiple tails against the barrel of the pistol. The Fox Song could sing the song of death when she didn't have her rifle. Caitlyn lightly growled in warning before speaking. "Show yourself,"

#shimmerbeasts #[ caitlyn interactions ] — the answer is here ; staring me in the face . #[ caitlyn post canon verse ] — a maverick detective . #[ panda speaks ] — tracker . #thread: an old familiar monster #cw: gore #cw: blood #cw: death

[runes-menagerie]

Reward for Loyalty || Closed

The first thing Sevika heard was the beep of a heart monitor somewhere nearby. Slowly other sounds began to filter in as well as other sensations. There was some other machinery in the room other than the heart monitor which meant she hadn't been taken to one of the shitty little clinics she was familiar with in the Lanes. Heh, probably why she was still alive.

Memories of the events in the Cannery played through her mind. Being chosen to accompany Silco as one of his guards, watching Vander's brats think they were so clever getting in. Vi hadn't been a bad fighter at least. Still rough around the edges but not bad. Then came the explosion. Sevika hadn't had time to think. Her job was to protect Silco so that's what she did, shoving him out of the doorway and putting herself in the line of fire.

After that it was blinding pain and blackness. Sevika assumed that she had been carried out to wherever this was for treatment. Well, at least if she wasn't dead then it meant there was a good chance Silco had survived as well. Heh, and her old man said there was no job security in this kind of work.

Well, she could only stay down so long. She had likely already been out for long enough. She tried to sit up only to realize that only one of her arms was responding. She still managed to sit up before looking over at where her left arm should have been. Instead there was empty space connected to a bit of her upper arm and shoulder. Probably just enough left to attach a decent prosthetic to. Not that she had the money for that sort of thing. She'd have to make due without an arm it seemed. She wouldn't let it stop her from doing her job but it would make things significantly more difficult for the foreseeable future.

She was pulled out of these thoughts and plans by the door to the small room she was in opening to reveal her boss. Silco. Come to visit her it seemed.

@shimmerbeasts

#ic #shimmerbeasts #Test Muse Sevika #Reward for Loyalty thread #closed starter #starter #closed

[movedtoferinehuntress]

🗡 *  ── The Machiavellian Mastermind Silco [ : ] Aesthetics @shimmerbeasts

#[panda speaks] — my artwork. #shimmerbeasts

[zaunseye]

[@shimmerbeasts]

The day was long and seemingly endless. Piles of shipping orders and yet-to-be-renewed trade agreements sat upon the flat top of his desk, interrupted only by the presence of the occasional trinket or desk ornament. Among the objects was an ashtray, long since marked by Jinx's telltale artwork in brights and pastels. Resting in its grooves was a still lit cigar, smouldering with a light trail of smoke that lifted toward the ceiling.

His hands were otherwise occupied, writing down notes along the margins of a recent report from the smuggling rings. Things had not been going according to plan, apparently, and several loads of cargo were at risk of being discovered. It was now left to him to sort out the mess, and what a mess it truly was. He would have to send Sevika to teach the two smugglers at fault an important lesson -- one they might not survive.

Nimble fingers set down the fountain pen with a quiet clatter, and he sunk back into his high-back office chair with an exhale. One hand rested at his jaw, and the other rapped its knuckles against the edge of the desk. His eyes moved to the side, looking out the foggy glass window of his office, intricately decorated with twists of metal. A quiet would have belonged in the room, had it not been for the idle tinkering of his daughter. He didn't mind the otherwise intrusive sounds of her crafting, finding them to be a fitting ambience for his mind to ponder to.

It was like listening to her mind at work. One of the few glimpses into her thoughts he savored over their years together. It reminded him of when she was a little girl, sitting at his couch and scribbling faces onto her 'friends'. They never worked, back then, only exploding into small clouds of glitter or paint, but he believed in her potential, and let her mind explore. It had proved beneficial, as she now stood as one of the most dangerous explosives experts in the whole of Zaun.

"Coming along, I assume," he said, breaking the remaining quiet in the room as he stood up to stretch his legs. He plucked the cigar from the ashtray, taking a drag on it and puffing out a few rings of smoke while stepping up to the window to look out at his city. "What is it today, then? Something for the Firelights to enjoy?" He hoped so. That group of youths had been the bane of his existence for the past years.

#𓁿 the first glance ;; starter 𓁿 #shimmerbeasts #thread :: a moment's respite

[tealsteel]

🠔 [ Boom 👑 ] : heyy ! rando , but got 2 tix 2 📽️. . . 🠔 [ Boom 👑 ] : . . . u free ? 👀

@shimmerbeasts

#another low life at the top floor ★ ic #shimmerbeasts

[ferinehuntressmoved]

📌 & 🏆

*  ―  𝑺𝑯𝑶𝑼𝑻-𝑶𝑼𝑻𝑺 𝑶𝑭 𝑨𝑾𝑬𝑺𝑶𝑴𝑬𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑺. -> 📌 ― a staple on the dash & 🏆 ― 10/10 blog, would recommend

YES MORE POSITIVITY ON THE WAY!

Okay, so, a staple on the dash. Would it also include a staple on this blog, because hands down @shimmerbeasts is the first person I think of. A lot of what she has done has taken the aspects of arcane and literally ran 110 mph with it, creating original and unique headcanons that absolutely enhance and craft and even deeper view of the world. Not only that, but she gives voice to each and every character with unique style and love that is some of my favorite things to read. Everytime I see her on my dash, I literally run to read to see what she's up to. She is a massive inspiration and joy to always see on my dash and has had so many influences on my blog to really encourage the way I write and handle Caitlyn and how I view Zaun as a whole.

And ohhh, 10/10 blog!! Again, I feel like this is everyone XD If I follow you, I love your blog <3 but there are two blogs from me.

one is @goldenfists, omfg, can I tell you how much I love Joo? No lie, the first time I saw this blog I was like 'omfg, look at how amazing this writing is and the graphics and omg....' and absolutely wondering how she found me XD Not me being a shy little muffin going 'omg, I have ideas, do you want to plot' and I swear it kind of just exploded from then into something so amazing! But its not just the writing with me that is awesome, nor the graphics they have! Their writing with everyone, their headcanons for Sett, how much love and adoration she has for her muse. I just love it <333 and I love getting to talk with her as often as I can cause she's so sweet <3 Just, absolute 10/10 blog yes.

#couturiere #shimmerbeasts #goldenfists #[ panda speaks ] — positivity. #[ panda speaks ] — ooc answered. #[ panda speaks ] — ooc post.

[restrainedhungr]

@shimmerbeasts

Such an intoxicating smell assaulted the golem's nose as it would pull her in like a temptress. Despite the control that she had over her hunger, something like this was hard to ignore and instinct demanded, screamed and clawed at her very being to at least investigate. An easy meal after all wasn't something she would turn down. If they were already dead there wasn't any worry about losing control on a corpse, or two, or many from the scent. A mix of various different blood types but tantalizing all the same and Briar couldn't deny her instinct.

Almost like she was in a trance she would stumble towards the source of it. Pillory clanging and threatening to snap under just how much control she was giving up and relinquishing in even allowing herself to be pulled in like this. Tongue lolling from her mouth as saliva dripped from sharpened teeth, every step only made her mouth water further at the idea of how much there would be to feast on.

When finally she did come across the scene before her she couldn't tear her glowing eyes from the food. Bodies stacked so nicely and ready to be eaten. Yet there was a more -- fresh smell that also stood out among the rot and disease. No, no they couldn't take that from her. Briar huffed taking a deep breath and trying to compose herself. Pulling her long pink tongue bac into her mouth and shutting her jaw with a snap she'd try to look presentable as best she could in her bloodlust drunk state.

" Are you--- are you going to eat those? Can-Can I have them? Please? Pretty please? " Tilting her head and the pillory to the side Briar was doing her best to look non-threatening but her eyes couldn't be torn from the infected bodies. Disease meant nothing to her, all she saw was the meat, bone, and flesh to state the hunger for just a bit longer. So close to a perfect prize but holding herself back to be polite. Even so, she shifted her feet, unable to stand still as she was too eager to dig into whatever this was she had just found.

#shimmerbeasts #you can choose // ic

[hexcoremagician]

One of Viktor's first inventions in the undercity when he becomes the Herald.

#arcanescion #shimmerbeasts #am i serious or joking #headcanons.

[bas0rexias]

@shimmerbeasts asked ‘  burn it all to the ground  &  force them to start again.' Mizora's breath hissed sharply against Wyll's ear as she followed his gaze, staring down at the people, who had dared to withdraw their hospitality and even rob the Blade. Her eye glowed an ominous red and her fury enveloped Wyll like a scalding blanket. 'they made you lose everything.  now return the favor.  ’

Wyll took a deep breath as he heard Mizora’s voice. She was good at tempting him into doing things that he normally wouldn’t want to take part in. At the moment, she was feeding on his anger over having the group betray him in such a way. But he also primarily blamed himself for being so foolish as to believe another person. “I don’t believe this would be a wise course of action,” he said, and he knew that he wasn’t going to make her happy with those words. But sometimes a fight wasn’t the way that things needed to go, and he was hesitating right then.

#w. ravenguard #wyll x mizora #shimmerbeasts

[faerunscursed]

Normally summonings were dangerous and painful. Whatever you summoned, usually was not that keen on getting dragged into the mortal plane. Double so if you tried summoning a powerful Cambion. While she was not on the same level as an archdevil or fiend, Mizora was still more than willing to make the mortal, who was stupid enough to bargain with her, regret his choices ten times over. Partly because the winged beast did not appreciate the rude and uncomfortable pull of a summon. However, this was not a normal summoning. For one, it barely hurt. As Mizora manifested in the summoning circle, the most she felt, was a tickle as if she had put her feet into the warm, shallow end of a pool. For another, there was an almost playful melody, going through her head. It was a bit like metal rings of a decorative chain bouncing against each other. Oooohhh, puppy jingled the keys. How droll. Mizora rolled her shoulders and curled her wings on her back before her goldish yellow and red-tinted eyes locked onto the black man, standing before the summoning circle. Even now with two large horns, curving from Wyll's forehead, he chose to dress himself in almost bland and inconspicuous clothing. His red and grey striped shirt, the padded leather details, it looked far too modest for a warlock in Mizora's eyes. Though maybe that was what made Wyll so fun. That in a manner of speaking, the Blade of Frontiers was one big joke. "My, my", Mizora purred with a chuckle, vibrating at the back of her throat. She placed her hands against her hips. "It has been quite a while since you last did something like this for me, Wyll. You must be really desperate to seek an audience with me." Her gaze wandered over the bleeding gash in his arm where Wyll had run the ritual blade across. Mizora was tempted to make another mocking commentary, however, she then noticed how pale and shaken Wyll looked. He smelled worried, if not afraid. Any cockish behaviour vanished from Mizora as she stepped closer. Staying in the summoning circle, she reached forward with a wing to touch Wyll's shoulder. Her voice was almost motherly as she asked: "What ails you, pup?" @shimmerbeasts

After everything that had happened leading up this point, Wyll should have wanted nothing with that of whom bestowed his gifts. Mizora had lied to him, made him believe he was hunting devils. If Karlach was anything to go by, whose to say those she had him kill were innocent? If Mizora was just playing on his hero complex. Lord knows he was furious with her for the deceit in any case. But what else did you expect from a devil?

Regardless there was something that bound them completely to each other. A contract signed in blood by a desperate teen who would do anything for his home. A contract that ensured that he would never be rid of her. It was a consequence of his own actions, be at the sacrifice of his own freedom. Forever chained to her like a gods damned pet. However, despite all of her deceitful lies, she had been there for him during his time of need when his father had long shunned him out of Baldurs Gate.

He hadn't had friends then, his family had all but made sure he wasn't welcome in any circle of society. Friends, family, acquaintances. All of them had turned on him, treated him as if he were a devil himself. The loss of everything and everyone had shattered him and as a result he had fallen into a deep, dark depression. Only Mizora had been there to pull him out of him, had given him a cause, albeit not so noble as he'd originally believed. So, even with the friendships he had formed now, it was still a habit to call upon her in times of desperation like now.

Rumors that Duke Ravenguard's capture had been going around the lands, and despite not having spoke for 7 years, Wyll found himself desperate to rid his thoughts of his father... a distraction. So, Wyll took the time to sneak away from the camp, far from the eyes of those who could stop him, such as karlach, and raised a sharp blade to his arm. Blood dripped onto the dirty grass as he cut deep, with the blade, letting out a grunt of pain as he did so. The wound would heal.

There was slight hesitance, however he did not falter as he ran a bloodied hand to the ground, creating a summoning circle. He wiped a stray tear away as he backed away, speaking the words that would bring Mizora to the mortal plane. Of course, he did not admit to the relief he felt as she made her arrival. "My friends don't know I summoned you, Mizora, and I intend on keeping it that way...but I, needed you."

"I'm worried about my father, about what is happening to him now." Wyll spoke softly, a stone eye glancing directly up at the cambion. "My friends know not of who I truly am, and wouldn't dare come them for help. But you... maybe you can help me." He clenched his fist, knowing his father would sooner die than accept any help from his disowned son. "I still haven't forgiven you for you lies, but I'm willing to move past it, if you help..."

#shimmerbeasts #;so much shadow around us: to think I almost missed the light | wyll;

[jynxd]

This was one of the most important mission the firelights had yet. Because unlike those planned attacks on the shipments, this took more time and effort. Unlike the shipment targeting there would be the risk of ChemTank guards. All they planned on doing was hitting the big shimmer supply, which was the big tank located on the bottom of the level of the factory.

To do that they would use much of their crystal bombs as they could and keep anyone from reaching the alarms. They had mapped the area out already, taken note where the buttons for the alarms were. Once they had that, they were finally ready to go. Yet he neither of them were stupid, they knew the risk that was going to come with going, as such Ekko had asked Scar to stay home. In case things went south, he didn't want him in harms way, didn't want Trinket to lose two fathers.

Infiltrating with a handful of Firelight's were easy. They'd all dressed to blend in, hoods covering their masks that concealed their faces. So far there were no guards in sight, much to their relief. Once Ekko took note of the large shimmer filled tank on the lower floor, and surveyed the area it was go time. He gave a simple nod to the Firelight's, issuing a silent command to go in for the attack.

However there was a kid that had been a little too fast to the button. Already the guards were out charging at them. Luckily they were armed with weapons just in case things went awry, new explosives that were to be used specifically on them. They instantly clung to some of the ChemTanks shattering their helmets.

Down below the shimmer tank was barely taking any damage. "Come on, hurry up and destroy it before more guards come!" Ekko ordered out as he barely dodged the slash from one of the guards. However it did manage to grab onto his leg and knock him down onto the cat walk. It was then that he swore he could see cobalt locks as the ChemTank was going in for a strike, which he rolled the way out of.

"Change of plans, get out of here everyone, now!!" He was hoping he'd seen things but he couldn't risk it. @shimmerbeasts

#shimmerbeasts #;you have to give them what they need to survive | ekko ; #{ ekko and jinx thread } #{ a hard lesson learned; thread }

[ferinehuntress]

◈　 ⇢  @shimmerbeasts　 ⋯　 Continued Ask . 　　　❝ Vi explains a sensitive subject to Caitlyn after the return of Jinx & examining a bone bullet. ❞

　⊰ ⸻ ⊱　The restlessness behind her made Caitlyn look over her shoulder and purred softly. "I'm right here, love, it's okay," Caitlyn offered in comfort. She had similar reactions when Vi left the bed if she woke first. The sensation of faded warmth and a body no longer near would easily stir the Kiramman awake. She had grown accustomed to the Zaunite being so close that even her scent soothed her troubled mind. She tapped her foot against the ground, a repeated motion to settle down her bafflement of this object. Jinx had returned, it had been almost three months since she last seen or heard from her but Caitlyn knew she was out there. As if biding her time and now she had struck at the heart of her home.

Again.

Fingers rested on her lap now, as Caitlyn started to massage her hand in a fashion to calm herself down. She didn't like the mark or the snow-white bullet. Human bones tended to be brittle and useless and yet this bone held up against the firing pin of a pistol. Just as her hand brushed up against the back of her neck in memory, she heard Vi's apology. She leaned backward, her head canting so she could look up at Vi. In this position, Vi looked upside down, and magenta brilliant hair gleamed from the sun that billowed through the window. Her hand reached up to brush against her cheek and her thumb lightly caressed her jaw. "It's not your fault, Vi," Never once did Caitlyn blame her. However, Vi carried her heavy guilt like Atlas and the earth on his shoulders. So Caitlyn always took time, quiet reminders, so that Vi would know the heiress didn't believe these things were her fault.

The choice had always been Jinx; she held the knife, cut the wound, and she shot the bullet. She made her own choices, Vi never once put the knife or gun in Jinx's hand and told her to do this. Moving her hand from Vi's face, she shifted to sit back straight and stared toward the bullet again. The eye of Zaun meant it was something important. It reminded her of the bullets she found on crime scenes that belonged to Jinx where the brass casings had the symbol of the monkey on them. So if the bullets with the monkey belonged to Jinx, then who did this bullet belong to despite Jinx firing it? She tried to settle her mind into Jinx's, to think as she would.

Vi's outburst caused Caitlyn's eyes to widen and disrupted her delving process to look at the tiger. "Careful, Vi, your face," She vocalized and reached over to place a hand on her back. Nails trailed down her spine, giving a light back scratch.

"Hey, it's okay," Caitlyn soothed through a wisp of her tone, gentle like a cool breeze. Her head canted sideways as her hair fell to the side. "Take your time, Vi. I haven't judged on anything I saw down there or seen before when you took me there. I know the undercity is far more different from the Piltover," It seemed Vi knew something about the bullet, something that hadn't been touched yet. Cait never believed she understood the whole culture of Zaun, there was much to learn and perhaps it might take years to know everything, but she always listened and absorbed whatever Vi taught her. Even if she didn't understand it right away, she always listened with non-judgemental curiosity.

"Would you like me to get you something to drink? I know you like the sweet teas I make," Caitlyn offered with a smile. She pushed back from the table and moved into the small kitchen (it was so quaint in her eyes) found a couple of metal cups and poured some of the tea into them. She grabbed a couple of cinnamon sticks she had left her when she knew that Vi liked the sweet spice. They dipped it into the cooled drinks and carried them over to the table. She set one down on the table next to Vi and then took a sip of her own. The sweet tea hit the right spot, wetting her throat as she let a little sigh escape her lips.

Setting down the tea, Caitlyn's hand moved back to touch Vi's back, a tender brush of her claws over her spine again til she knew she was ready to speak.

#shimmerbeasts #[ caitlyn interactions ] — the answer is here ; staring me in the face . #[ caitlyn post canon verse ] — a maverick detective . #[ panda speaks ] — tracker . #thread: ashen bone and chilling traditions

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🖤 from Evelynn towards Vayne (don't worry: I ain't expecting a ship. I am just curious as to where they are standing)

send 🖤 and my character will answer about yours.

attractiveness:

repulsive / hideous / ugly / not attractive / unappealing / not unattractive / meh / no preference / ok / mildly attractive / nice looking / cute / adorable / attractive / pleasant on the eyes / good looking / hot / sexy / beautiful / gorgeous / hot damn / would tap that / perfect / godlike / holy fuck there are no words.

personality:

grating / irritating / frustrating / boring / confusing at best / awkward / unreasonable / psychotic / disturbing / interesting / engaging / affectionate / aggressive / ambitious / anxious / artistic / bad tempered / bossy / charismatic / appealing / unappealing / creative / courageous / dependable / unreliable / unpredictable / predictable / devious / dim / extroverted / introverted / egotistical / gregarious / fabulous / impulsive / intelligent / sympathetic / talkative / up beat / peaceful / calming / badass / flexible.

how likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending / fuck no! / never / no way / not likely / not sure / indifferent / I’m asexual / maybe / probably / it depends / fairly likely / likely / yeah sure / yes / would tap that / hell yes / fuck yes! / wishing that could happen right now / as many times as possible / we are already having sex.

level of friendship:

never in a million years / worst of enemies / enemies / rivals / indifferent / neutral / acquaintance / friendly toward each other / casual friends / friends / good friends / best friends / fuck buddies / bosom buddies / practically the same person / would die for them / true friends / my only friend.

first impression of them:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.

current impression of them:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.

@shimmerbeasts

#defending the inhibitors (answered) #shimmerbeasts #champion selected : vayne