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ziirael:

“ CIRILLA FIONA ELEN RIANNON— what can I possibly say about her? For Cirilla is also a highly-skilled witcher, heiress to several thrones, the last bearer of the Elder Blood, a powerful Source endowed with exceptional magic talent, and the Lady of Time and Space. ”

                independent cirilla from the witcher series.

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viraqc:

wowowow i didn’t think many people would still be here after yeagerin’s sudden and very unwanted departure (i still very much hate myself but we can all move past our mistakes) and it has made me so very glad to see people who I’ve interacted before, as well as people who I haven’t but are still interested enough to follow me here anyway, and I cannot thank you all enough really. seeing new people as well makes me very excited! this muse has grown on me and it makes me so happy to see people also grow to like her. cis swapped characters aren’t generally well liked nor do they gain a lot of recognition or any second looks, but i have received a lot of encouragement and positive feedback that has helped me a lot in the beginning! at the end of the day though, i just wanna thank you all for your kindness, as well as your interest to this blog and the muse. i am baffled but very honored. so thank you.

alright i’m gonna continue before i turn into mush. but, again, i’m grateful for my followers, mutuals and non-mutuals alike, and here’s to hoping i get to interact with more of you!

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viraqc:

          ❝Well that’s a relief. Otherwise, my efforts would           look like complete shit, wouldn’t they?❞

          Erin did take Annie’s honesty into account, however, and she let a grin ease its           way up to her lips as she raised her hand, a bone from  somewhere  around  her           shoulder blade making a pop sound before the arm fell back next to her hip. The           blonde’s order came again, and the Yeager girl gave  a  swift  nod  before  taking           her own position, choosing the offense as always. 

          If there was one thing Erin wanted to do really badly during a fight, it           was perhaps to take Annie by surprise. Maybe see that small smile           from before, when she had first asked the smaller female to train her. 

          ❝Don’t worry, I try my best to not disappoint the best of teachers.❞

          There was an exhale of breath and a narrow of her eyes before she launched           forward, ignoring the burning sensation in her  legs  and  the  soreness  in  her           arms (but not completely ignoring; she could very easily utilize what  she  felt           to gain an advantage). There was a  glimmer  in  silver  optics  as  they  were           close in proximity once again, her focus drawn to Annie’s legs as she swung           her hand forward━━━

“most likely.”

confirmation of a rhetorical question and unwanted commentary, she knows. a twist of her lips and a blatant sigh of indifference just once--- pure boredom. it’s a facade to feign disinterest when perhaps the desire to teach may still be there, buried beneath years and years of neglect and stifled by change. it’s a barely lingering flame; she mustn’t extinguish it.

and so it is, evident by the slightest twitch of the corners of her lips---- a fleeting FLICKER of a smile. she should be careful.

tiny fists curl and crush self-doubt within them. whatever traces of humanity had resurfaced prior now vanish. she watches like a hawk, icy gaze transfixed and vigilant of erin’s every move.

AH, but the other girl aims low. heads for the legs to throw her off balance and catch her off guard---- clever and surely triumphant if not for annie’s quicker reflexes. she’d be fool to not detect the use of her own tactics, but even so, erin’s alleged mastery of such precision INTRIGUES her.

the outcome isn’t any different, but erin’s actions hadn’t been as predictable as they had been prior. she’s learning. annie rewards her with a single nod, one of tacit RESPECT and dignity.

“hm. interesting---- hadn’t expected that of you.” she almost offers a hand to help her up.

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queen-nemesis:

Resident Evil Code: Veronica - Theme of Alexia Type 1

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 && of all the things she could think, oh, the ‘sexually frustrated’ option was the last one who  came to her mind. she wasn’t ready for this. annie in that red dress was – well, what to say?  simply stunning. it put in evidence all of her body’s wonderful curves; hips, breasts… anything  that could attract someone’s attention.  and it was just for a simple ceremony. the asian doesn’t want to think of what the shorter girl  would wear if it was a thing more – formal.  she sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose, trying to focus on her drink instead of thinking  about her ‘friend’. she was sure annie would notice her tension whenever they approach, and  mikasa is sure that she would have teased her on that. she simply thought NOT in that way.  the oriental can feel the blonde’s presence on her side, but she never expected to actually  FEEL her teeth on her jaw. not that it is unpleasant in other circumstances, but in this one, it  isn’t for the best. but then again, why do not repay her with her same money? mikasa smirks  lightly as she puts her hands on annie’s small waist to make her turn and face her, just a  second before firmly planting her lips on the other’s soft one, the soft smirk still present on her  lipstick-covered lips. in any case, she was sure she had teeth-shaped marks on her jaw.

upon her effete frame rests the most regal garment she’ll ever care to wear. crimson red & the color of blood, it is skin tight and hugs every single curve of her slender figure, hanging from gentle hips and halting just short of her ankles. cheap perfume on her pulse, cherry red lips and long nails to match, skeletal fingertips that inch up the small of mikasa’s spine ever so carefully. each touch is precise, sensual, lustful.

“hey, you.”

 lips trail down the curve of her jaw and she bares TEETH. a gentle, piercing nibble on pale skin, marking territory with drugstore lipstick and sharp incisors. it is both a playful and needy gesture. from her eyes she seeks intimacy, aches to be closer with each sway of her hips.

but annie leonhardt loves a game of chase.

a glass of wine is lifted to her lips as if she attempts to be dignified. kisses the rim of the glass and settles it down after one sip--- it isn’t her preference. prefers a stronger drink, one that hits harder and faster. likes to wash herself away sometimes.

mikasa kisses her and she bites. draws blood and watches with sadistic pleasure, tongue dancing in the cavern of her mouth with the taste still fresh. if mikasa had desired to surpass her in her own game, she’d have thought incorrectly. oh, so naive. it only makes matters far more ideal.

a flick of her thumb beckons the open flame. dances upon her lighter and is lifted to the end of her cigarette, propped between two fingers and carried to her mouth, a chuckle of triumph as the smoke billows from her lips and into the face of her companion.

“i applaud your efforts, but they won’t suffice this time.”

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viraqc:

          ❝You could have stopped a long time ago, you know? It’s not like I’m forcing           you to do this, I’m not physically restraining you or anything… Even if I did, I           think you’d easily break from it anyway.❞

          Despite her words, Erin grinned slightly as she got back up, rubbing at the small           beginnings of a fresh bruise on her lip and patting away the dust of her  jacket.  It           wouldn’t matter how many times she’d shake off her uniform, however, she was           dirtied and kicked possibly anywhere and everywhere. As she was  rather  sore           and bruised… anywhere and everywhere. 

          Pain was only a small matter in the face of every defeat, and any small           glance of what  she  perceives  as  victory.  True,  the  silver-eyed  female           was always the one to  meet  the  ground  first.  But  despite  not  seeming           like she was gaining much experience,  she  was  actually  learning  quite           a lot. For example, Annie didn’t look as bored as she thinks when fighting.           Hand-to-hand combat seems to be the only thing that can get her to  show           that bit of fire in her. An electrifying blaze  just  sparking  underneath  that           thick sheet of ice. It intrigued Erin, it made her wonder… 

          But, of course, she had a whole lot of other reasons to keep fighting. 

          ❝Thank you, Annie. I was beginning to think you wouldn’t notice that.❞

          And it takes a whole lot more than some fancy footwork to stop her from           keep getting up. 

indeed, she notices everything.

to others she appears indifferent and careless---- bored. it’s all a mask. bitter and withdrawn, true, but OBSERVANT. arms folded, lips pursed, her eyes bear witness to every single person and every single hushed whisper. erin’s fiery countenance is no different. when knocked to the ground, bruised and aching, she rises right back up, every single time. it’s almost intriguing.

“i admire tenacity when i see it.”

and for once, the words that leave her lips are not a plethora of lies. blank features and expressionless tone, but honesty. sincerity---- there’s a part of her that aches for it. the life she lives, the role she plays, the person she has become---- it’s all one overly complex and terrible lie.

“again.”

it’s an order, not a suggestion. when annie demands, her voice is chillingly sharp. quiet---- just loud enough to be heard above that of a hissed whisper.

a sigh before she readies herself once more, fists raised and eyes forward.

“if you truly feel this is worthwhile, you’d best show me what you’ve learned.”

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mikasamor:

      she says nothing at first, steel gaze locked on the very one who she         has grown up with, trained with, fought with, and against. funny how         things change in such a short span of time. just when she had thought         she could begin to trust her, the female titan destroyed that trust and         ripped it to shreds. into oblivion. she cannot understand how the ones         she holds so close and dear to trust the traitor so quickly. it’s not like         that, eren snaps. trust is not the issue, armin says. we’re simply trying         to understand.

                         but what the hell is left to understand about annie leonhardt?                          she betrayed them, she betrayed humanity, and she paid                          the price. well, not in the way mikasa prefers, but she always                          knew she was going to see those icy, bone-chilling hues                          again. now, her guard is up and higher than ever, and the only                          reason why she hasn’t killed her is because she’s ordered                          not to.

                                                                  damn it all.

          “i only have my accusations when necessary. you, of all people, should            know by now.” her voice is quiet, but sharp. hardened with resent and            hurt.

         “that’s a shame.”

          her voice is so dry it is difficult to detect the underlying tones           of cynicism laced within. to annie, mikasa is a beautiful tragedy,           painted shades of gold and crimson and expected to do what           she is told. expected to survive simply because she reigns the           strongest. every single muscle fiber is crafted of steel.

                        annie finds it pitiful. looks upon mikasa as a pawn of                         human strife, another mindless soldier committed to                         fighting the very idea she hasn’t even begun to understand.                         to annie, the soldier’s life is ironic. to even believe that humanity                         has even the slightest chance to brace extinction is wishful thinking.

            “what exactly does ‘necessary’ entail, mikasa? i’d suggest you              answer that for me before, say, allowing those emotions of              yours to cloud your judgement.”

            a phenomena annie has never experienced.

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LIKE for a modern verse starter. regular starter call is here. x

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lllannah:

Annie drawing between commissions x

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OUT;; so i believe that concludes the last of the starters, but you can still like for one if you so desire!! im going to play some video games and check in on my other account. replies later! 

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“if you have a point in this conversation, i suggest you make it. and quickly.”

her patience is wearing thin. never has she been one for discussion and small talk, but it seems that she has sacrificed her own preferences for the sake of cover alone. for the sake of normalcy.

if this is what it means to be human, then annie wants no part in it.

“please don’t waste my time.”

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“i don’t suppose i have to warn you twice.”

lest he wishes to anger her further, he should refrain from questioning her motives. annie hunts in the shadows and by her lonesome, not with the assistance of another, much less.... marco. his kindness is sickening.

if he happens to witness her transformation, her cover could be blown and her entire mission compromised. it isn’t worth the risk.

“you should leave. i believe the rest of the cadets are looking for you.”

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“now, tell me.”

slender fingers interlace and hoist her chin in the air with almost a sense of underlying pride. triumph. the curve of her lips along the cut of her jaw, the way in which her cheekbones rise with amusement as she studies his face.

subtle mirth.

it’s fleeting before her features fall slack with apathy, and from her eyes buds the slightest spark of interest, intrigue. she cloaks herself in enigmas, but curiosity cannot be hidden behind a cryptic puzzle. it’s all too evident. it always is.

each new day, someone else fails to return. another name crossed off of a list of deaths waiting to occur. it’s the luck of the draw--- a lottery. annie watches them drop like flies. marco’s gone. anyone could follow.

“how does it feel to assume the leadership position when you are clearly, well, lacking responsibility?”

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4E 201.

Annie Leonhardt is a young Nord woman born in a mountainous village in the Jerrall Mountains between Cyrodiil and Skyrim in the year 4E 180. Her mother, a Nord mage from Bruma, was highly skilled and well-versed in the Arcane Art of Destruction. Annie’s father was a mine worker from way up in Dawnstar, a heavy drinker and a violent Nord who quite often took his frustrations out on Annie and her mother. When her mother was killed due to a drunken mishap, Annie took to her mother’s old spellbooks to teach herself destruction that she would eventually use to kill her father. However, with her mother’s passing, Annie’s father trained her arduously in hand-to-hand combat and weaponry, but this training was brutal and often resulted in harm rather than good. Though strong and resilient, Annie was able to overpower her father every single, much to his anger and surprise.

By the time Annie had completely mastered Destruction ice magic, she had been trained as a master pugilist and swordswoman through backbreaking training. Her father was killed by her own hand and she took to the forests and never looked back, crossing into Falkreath Hold where she was discovered by the last remaining Dark Brotherhood clan who had witnessed her murder and were pleased by her skillset.

She was recruited by the assassins at the Sanctuary when she was only sixteen years old, where she mastered the art of sneak. Her father’s old longsword was abandoned for a dagger and she clothed herself in dark shrouded robes while she continued to take out the contracts as necessary. Crippled by her home life, Annie had grown indifferent and apathetic to human emotion, thus making her a merciless killer and the ideal Dark Brotherhood assassin due to the clear lack of a conscience of any kind.

Five years later, dragons returned to Skyrim unexpectedly, awakened by Alduin the World Eater. By inflicting a wound upon herself, Annie learned another puzzle to her past that she had not yet deciphered: she had the ability to shift into a dragon at will.

Though she had not mastered the Thu’um, her powerful ability was one that she kept secret, even from her brothers and sisters in the sanctuary. During the five years she had been an assassin, Annie advanced into the ranks of the shadowy Black Hand, where she acquired the title of Speaker.

Annie’s skills include:

Destruction mastery, but she only uses the form of Ice.

Mastery in the skill of sneak.

Excellent one-handed skill.

Expert Conjuration.

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“if you wish to be serious about surviving, then i suggest making better use of your time.”

in the palms of her hands she holds the fate of the world. veins carry volatile blood of power and destruction. syringe to the arm of just a child, wiped of any recollection other than her objective---- the world as her enemy and no protests to deem otherwise. thus she went, undercover to become someone she is not---- annie leonhardt the prodigious and skillful cadet.

still, loitering and laughter and every single quality of human enjoyment irks her. irks her because all aspects of such have been wiped and cut from her life and replaced by murder. when an objective is clear, it must be executed. 

“i suppose the choice is yours.”