#zaunsparked

[gntlets]

a continuation.

shouldn't have come here. don't know why you did; unlike you, orphan with nothing and so few left to lose, @zaunsparked still has a family to disturb, a home to bleed over. you're out of place here. don't belong here, same as always. feels most days like you crawled out of stillwater and back into the real world not as a prisoner freed but as an invasive species. out of your element in your own home these days, much less in zeri's. but she scuttles around the place like a girl on fire, doesn't even notice when all that hurrying pulls a laugh out of you.

not much other choice, anyway. another opponent who got a lucky shot in because you never really learned how to block and punch at the same time; you'd have died if you stayed on your own, and you've got too much left to make up for to accept any eternal peace right now. ekko's too complicated to reach. jinx is gone. caitlyn's recovering, rebuilding, rediscovering life without you. torturing zeri is your only real option. so you press your back against her wall, tell yourself you're holding it up and not the other way around, and fit your fingers against her ribcage until the racing of her pulse distracts you from the slightly more sluggish fight of yours.

❛ hypocrite. ❜ accusation finds the top of zeri's head, lips nudging the word into her hair. that's the dangerous thing about zeri: she'd let someone bleed all of the generosity out of her until she had nothing left to give, if only she thought you'd be better off for it. ❛ didn't need anyone's protection. just need some rest. ❜ press your fingertips a little harder into her side, soak up the warmth of her with some greed; she's keeping you present. keeping you focused. ❛ maybe some better bandages, if you've got 'em. i can do everything, just supply me. ❜ in, out. you can be in, out.

[legendaes]

word in the markets is that they had seen bird of legend around here . her grandma had spun the tale time & again of a savior : she didn’t protect everyone, but it was more than most would do for zaun. good enough in zeri’s book. tentatively, for her at least, she approaches the opening. no breeze, though device has been made to work on one. wouldn’t be the first time she talked to what seemed like thin air. ‘ gotcha somethin’, janna! ’ in her hands, a scaled down metal clocktower, and at it’s height is a wire . attached is a bird-like model. in lieu of a breeze, she passes a spark through and bird, green with her energy rather than janna’s alleged blue circles. clock ticks, but that’s more for the aesthetic, one that doesn’t always run isn’t very good at keeping time. she doesn’t know that this display is being seen at all, but she speaks again anyway, ‘ sooo… i’ll just leave it here? ’ ( 👋😌)

the wind carries and allows messages heard across zaun, whispers and stirs that allow curiosity to reign and heed impulses. no one refers to them as jan'ahrem any longer, a name left to the dry deserts, but she hears and feels the tickles of her name, of prayers, that draw her out like a moth to flame. she observes from a silent distance at first, feeling the youth that radiated off of this one, the energy and spark that she carries with her. it's uplifting. beady eyes peer at the clocktower and it brings warmth to her, warmth that dictates her next actions.

from the shadows, a blue bird comes fluttering down, chirping a few pleasant notes. the bird circled around zeri and her offering twice before it takes for a landing, clawed feet wrapping around the wire so that it perched on top of the model clocktower. the bird stares at zeri with cognition and conscious apparent in its beady gaze, something kind in the way the blue bird peers at her. a breeze sweeps through the area, moving zeri's bright hair gently. something about the bird's uncanny stare seems to say thank you.

[esreal]

❛ just sit there and look pretty and let me handle this. ❜ 🫣

HE'S TRAVELED THE WORLD. Beasts from Shurima have nipped at his ankles, arrow traps shaving off slivers of hair in his escapades. Once, he's bested the Freljord, in spite of the deep cold stripping his heat & forcing his body to tremor down to the bone. So, what was it about the underbelly of his own city that made him somehow more filled with trepidation than any other place? Not to get it twisted as actual nerves, Ezreal feels the need to clear up to himself for his own ego. Even the bravest of adventurers have some sense.

But that's the problem, isn't it? What's the sense in his trepidation for Zaun? He can point back to every harsh whisper by his friends & family when he was younger, warning him of those below, as if hell existed & it was just below their feet. A cautionary tale to the people who live & breathe & survive. It's a luxury that Ezreal has yet to realize he's got, not having to care about the politics of class that divide his home. In fact, he'd still been returning from Ionia when the recent light of chem-based attacks broke out. When his uncle had asked him for this favor, to look around for materials to study chem - tech mechanisms, or shimmer, or ' whatever it is they do down there ', he had phrased it as if he were headed straight into the heart of Noxus to steal the reigning dictator's crown itself. Many times, to be weary of unpredictability.

With the help of a local just kind enough to notice his face, a fish out of water, fresh off the groaning structures of mining towers that divide Piltover & Zaun proper -- they've made their way to their mark. He'd researched enough about Glasc Industries to try & take from them, successful enough to not seem to need whatever he takes. Of course, he isn't about to tell a Zaunite exactly his purpose of being down here. Not willingly - as far as he wants anybody to be concerned, he's passing through & in need of directions.

" Thanks, but no thanks! " He's quick to dismiss now that they find themselves upon the entrance to her firm. Either she's caught on & upset, or just as reckless but not as experienced as he is - this is where their paths diverse, as far as he's concerned. As she begins looking for a means in, he's basically hovering over her shoulder - trying to be one step ahead. " Seriously, I've got it from here. No more help needed. "

His mileage on this may vary.

@zaunsparked | prompt.

[jxckpxt-archive]

Answering @zaunsparked: she tilts her head this way & that, examining the other closely. a moment, then unabashed, ' you don't get a body like that down here unless you're up to something shady. or in the pits. or both. ' or a secret third ( fourth? ) thing : not from around here. rare, though. regardless, it's something protective in her that has arms folding over her chest, feet planted firm. ' y'need help finding something? '

" Ah - bold girl. And with good taste. " Obviously, Samira's going to take her words as a compliment more than a threat, mimicking the posture in a mixture of curiosity and mockery. Slightly taller, she leant forward to have a better look at her face; she must admit zaunites had an interesting choice in fashion.

" I actually do. Do you happen to know where the pit is? It's my first time in here. " her attire screamed Noxus everywhere, with red and black and gold hugging her body; she knew the territory wasn't very fond of her people, so what better way to get to know the place with a local?

[j1nxers]

would you like some dessert? ( hi gert please eat the potluck leftovers they were made with love 😌 )

gert wasn't used to hospitality — such a thing was an almost foreign concept in the city of iron and glass. be it a product of selfish desires, unwilling to share that which one possessed on account that it was their's and their's alone. or because some simply could not afford it; barely able to scrape by themselves, let alone help those less fortunate. trapped in the same sinking ship as everyone else, barely able to cling on in an attempt to keep themselves from drowning.

it was strange to be extended an invitation for a hot meal that wasn't hazardously thrown together in a market stall by another poor soul just trying to make a living. even more so considering the state she'd been in; bloodied knuckles, grime laden clothes, bruises already darkening equally dirty skin from rolling around on sodden, cobbled streets. yet still, when zeri insisted, gert couldn't refuse.

fingers drum, rhythmless, while eyes remain trained on the now - empty dish still placed before her. it hadn't been long — barely pushing the half hour mark — yet gert still felt as though she had well overstayed her welcome. appreciation rang clear in muttered 'please's and 'thankyou's, the offer to kick muddied boots off at the door, careful to touch as little as possible to avoid transferring her filth.

she had never been one to feel anxious, but when faced with an unfamiliar kindness gert couldn't stop the thudding of her heart. the almost skittish way her gaze flickers around the room, as though searching for a way out. the atmosphere, warm and harboring an air of welcoming safety, was far from what she was used to. something she hadn't felt since the last of her family died.

" hm? " zeri's voice tugs them from the edge they were teetering on, throat clearing in an attempt to hide her discomfort. not with anything that had transpired over the duration of her visit — in fact, she's unable to recall the last time she'd been so comfortable. that was the problem. years of fending for herself, dragging herself through the weary motions of day to day life, had the stillness unnerving her. tragedy always seemed to follow even the slightest ounce of good, she'd had to learn.

" oh, no. i'm all good, thank you. i should probably head out. " there's a nagging voice in her head. a part of her that wants to remain, if only for a little longer: reminding her of the sweet tooth she'd had ever since she was young. a desire to fall into mindless conversation, no worry weighing down aching shoulders. an empty apartment, dark and devoid of life, left her hesitating before there's a quiet screech, chair scraping across the floor as she stands. " can i help with the dishes? " it's the least she could do in gratitude for their hospitality, and to ease the guilt of taking with nothing to give in return.

[hexsongs]

❛  you won't stop this until i say 'yes', will you?  ❜ 👋👋

grumpy x sunshine. | accepting.

" nope, not at all! " hopeful gleam in seraphine's eyes shine like stagelights as she looks towards zeri, impossible for the youthful singer to suppress. it's not like her offer has a time limit, after all. but the sooner they could work together, the better! she had hoped... she really did hope that her efforts would have paid off, but she doesn't blame the other for not placing her faith in a glittering star. after all, stars can shine as brightly as they please; but everybody has their private struggles that can't be fixed by a distant wish in the sky. seraphine knows this.

⠀⠀⠀⠀pearly whites releases her bottom lip, shooing away a sign of her anxiety with a small laugh and quick waving of her hands. " don't worry! you don't need to give me an answer straight away. just… promise me that you'll think about it, pleeeease? "

[emwrcte]

GET TO KNOW THE MUN

 What made you pick up the current muse(s) you have?  Honestly with my muses, all of them represent some aspect of my life I kinda struggled with at some point to varying degrees. I won't go too into it, but they're all something I enjoy and find myself wanting to explore and give more depth as a therapeutic outlet!!

Is there anything you don’t like to write? Anything my writing partners don't enjoy. Seriously, I only like doing things if my partners like it and I can do mostly anything from there. Though I will admit, MLM ( despite me being perfectly comfortable being with & dating guys ) is a bit more difficult due to trauma. MLM smut specifically is a struggle due to some incidents I'm still working through. Which is ironic considering I generally have a male-preference partner wise.

Is there anything you really enjoy writing? I think that answer changes depending on what my writing partners get excited about skjdfhkd. I'm very much a people pleasure in that regard. But also cop-out answer, @untoldwithin and literally everything with yeti skjdfkdf.

How do you come up with head canons? I would also like to know the answer to this question LMAO.

Do you write in silence or do you play music? Music, always. And yes it changes for each and every muse & situation.

Do you plan your replies or wing them? I kinda have a 'fuck it we ball' mentality. But for things that require a bit of coordination I like to plan at least a little

Do you enjoy shipping? Absolutely! I adore any and all dynamics!

What’s your alias/name? Em's my name, here and off the dash!

Age? 21+.

Birthday? 7th of August!!.

Favourite colour? Bronze.

Favourite song? Beyond the Sea, Frank Sinatra .

Last movie you watched? Helsreach: 40k Fan Film (YouTube link).

Last show you watched? Mythbusters.

Last song you listened to? Aerials, System of A Down.

Favorite food? Venison Chili.

Favourite season? Fall.

tagged by: @nameaprice

tagging: @multiiplied @taleswritten @reawakcn @zaunsparked @restrainedhungr @coldjustness @avernusfuries @lronwilled @lronrevenant @espelharr @plasticsouled

[gntlets]

i just think you capture vi’s voice and turmoil between thought/action in such a way that whenever i read it i can easily go 🙂‍↕️ yeah that’s vi.. there’s that palpable grief .. there’s that bs front she puts up it’s delicious im a .. fan .. 🙂

i'm purring if you even care... from the bottom of my heart thank u sara bc your constant thirst for my blog specifically is one of the things that keeps me coming back. if i have zero haters its bc you killed them all i think 🙂‍↕️ my favorite thing about how you write zeri is how excruciatingly thoughtful you are with every single word she speaks or action she takes, forcing us all to tremble at gunpoint under the weapon that is her Compassion, as well as the disgusting amounts of emotion that bleeds out of your replies and slaps me nonconsensually in the face every time. your writing HITS because you make me FEEL it and i love it so bad. i love her heroism i love her self-sacrifice i love how intriguingly fucked up she is about all of it. that was the fake answer though the real answer is the raw vizeri sex appeal.

feed king's gross ego & get fed in return / always accepting

[sangreprince]

There's never a dull moment w/ @zaunsparked but every time we talk it feels like a fever dream

[tokomoshoop]

“You’re stronger than you think, and one day... This city is gonna respect us”

[undrhound]

@zaunspark​ asked:  Runs in place to charge up. ZAPS the SHIT out of him. ⚡️

He yelps a bit at the first few, not expecting any shocks to come his way, and now he’s under attack by a small green haired outlet! He would try to run, but he’s too old to get away from her. Not that he’d ever admit it anyway. 

“Hey! Why are you zapping me??!” 

[hexsongs]

hexsongs:    a low activity,    canon divergent and selective roleplay blog for seraphine,    the starry - eyed songstress; from riot games' league of legends. this is a sideblog, and will follow back from fervonian. the lyrics accompanying this melody: choosing kindness even in the harshest of circumstances, magic as a blessing or as a curse, being soft in order to be strong. blog & carrd is a wip,    please refer to my main for rules. as performed by astra.

making tunes with: @essence-flux-primed ✧ @edensbite ✧ @zaunsparked

links: about ♬ headcanons ♪

[darkseraphscorner]

Jinx sits up. “I sense.. Neon, Bright colours.... ZAUN!”

She gets up and heads out the door.

Seraph looks to Jin. “Your mother is a strange one.”

@zaunspark

[gntlets]

what’re ya’ doing with all that cake, vi? birthday cake, i mean. 🤭

❛ ⎯⎯⎯ why? ❜ there's a spark in your eyes as you look up, ( and you take your time looking, don't you, gaze swallowing legs, hips, chest as you work your way up ) lock eyes. yeah, birthday cake. you're so sure. ❛ you want a taste? ❜