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" Who would want to marry that ditz... ? Ha ! "
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" Your tastes aren't quite refined enough, not yet~ don't worry. You'll get use to it. "
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send ⚔️ for our muses to have a rivalry
“Hmph. Noxian daredevils with a flare...seen hundreds of you”
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" Oh , you haven't seen anything like me ~ "
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“Hmph. Noxian daredevils with a flare...seen hundreds of you”
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|| 𝕴𝖓𝖋𝖎𝖓𝖎𝖙𝖞 𝕰𝖉𝖌𝖊
Samira sings and plays rhythm guitar for the hit metal/rock band known as Infinity Edge, having met them after one of her own shows , the members include Talon, Kayn, Aphelios, and Sett.
When Samira sings for them, this is the result. Enjoy.
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“ Bloom, Darling~ ”
🌹 || " Are you getting enough sun, Leblanc? You look alittle... pale~ "
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°•○ SPACE GROOVE ●°•
|| After mulling it over and sulking for the past hour I've decided to add this to Samira's verses in the only way I can see it being relevant. As a partition to Odyssey AU.
REGARDLESS of how riot wants to squeeze this one into an AU format, Space Groove! is the name of a once hit popular Universal TV show that broadcasts on the Empire frequencies for all to watch. Samira was once the sexy-danger archetype antagonist , though this was her in her much younger days as a performer, and not a mercenary. (This will explain her lack of proper muscle/body shape.)
Samira later leaves the show after a few seasons and becomes a steel valkyrie, who goes rogue and now works with the Demaxian Hit Sqadron with the traitorous templar Aphelios and their fearless captain, Sett.
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|| all the skins look fine
EXCEPT SAMIRA'S
i can't be the only one who thinks her face doesn't look right, her skin tone is 3 times lighter and her muscle is non existent like??? unacceptable , next.
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Space Groove Blitzcrank, Samira, Nunu, Lux, Nasus, Rumble, Lulu & Lulu Prestige Edition Splash Art!
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fight : my muse stops your muse from getting into a physical fight with someone else.
🌹|| Drawing her tattooed arm across her lip, once to check for blood then patted twice for a certain degree of show, she stepped forward and drew her gun at her assailant, some drunk fool who dared lay a hand on her, pulling the gun up but finding her arm stopped by another's hand... her hand.
" Let me go so I can make a bloody mess of this inferior little-- "
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some one word prompts . ( send one of the words for our muses to interact based off that word )
goodbye : my muse kissing and/or hugging your muse goodbye.
secrets : my muse sharing/confiding their deepest, darkest secret with your muse.
nightmare : my muse coming to your muses aid when they awake from a nightmare.
push : my muse pushing your muse out of the way of danger.
embrace : my muse abruptly throwing their arms around your muse, hugging them tightly.
bloody : my muse coming to your muse with blood stains on their clothes and hands, shaking.
drunk : my muse takes care of your muse while they are in a drunken state.
bed : my muse wakes up in the same bed as your muse with little recollection of the night before.
slap : my muse slaps your muse across the face out of anger.
gone : my muse stays by your muses side while they take their last breath.
scream : my muse hears your muse scream and quickly runs to their side.
sleep : my muse falls asleep on your muse, making it hard for my muse to leave.
stalk : my muse gets caught by your muse trailing behind them, watching them.
sacrifice : my muse jumps in front of your muse, sacrificing their life for your muses life.
trail : my muse watches as your muse traces one of my muses scares, asking them about it.
love : my muse confronts your muse about why they never say ’ i love you ’ back.
piggyback : my muse jumps on your muses back, my muse gives yours a piggyback ride.
jump : my muse runs to your muse and jumps up, my muse holding yours up by their thighs.
dance : my muse holds their hand out, waiting for your muse to come out and slow dance with them.
carry : my muse carries your muse to their house, either drunk, or a weakened state, can specify.
lighter : my muse pulls out a lighter and lights it for your muse to use to light their cigarette.
shot : my muse gets shot and struggles to your muses house for aid.
wound : my muse patches and bandages a wound your muse has gotten.
fight : my muse stops your muse from getting into a physical fight with someone else.
arrest : your muse finds my muse arrested in cuffs with swarming police everywhere.
hospital : my muse awakens in a hospital, finding your muse by their side, asking what happened.
gun : my muse pulls out a gun on your muse, your muse tries to talk them into putting the gun down.
betrayal : my muse finds out that your muse has betrayed them in same way and confronts them about it.
nude : my muse walks in on your muse accidentally seeing them naked.
karaoke : my muse pulls your muse up on stage with them to sing some karaoke songs.
laughter : my muse hears your muse laughing uncontrollably and approaches to see if they are okay.
murder : my muse walks in on your muse committing a gruesome murder.
wet : my muse strips down to their under garments and runs into the water, motioning for your muse to join them.
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" Yes! " Samira cheered as if she had won the entire debate-- small steps to getting out of the dreared report she wanted nothing to do with... it was clear she had her ways, her palm returned to her face as she clears her throat from the outburst of excitement. She reaches forward to hold the assassin's hand, " deal, " she shakes on it, but keeps a pair of fingers crossed mentally.
“i’m not the person i once was.”
“ Oh little Red! How… sad, ” checking her gloved fingers for dust, she brushed the leather of onto her hip, before knuckles laid to rest at her peak. An unamused emerald stare caught her own, one side of her lip raised to such her tongue.
“ Tch– you’ll never be that person again, be thankful for my words, because they don’t often come for free, ” leaning to her other leg accented the shape of her hips alittle more, “ strive to be better… like me. I’m better, ” he ego seeped through as it always often did, near darkest brown lips peaked the corners of her mouth.
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Samira took hold of Vanquish, the handle as she relaods the trigger system within the base of the blade, inspecting first the allignment, then the edge... so quickly she would spin the weapon around however, quick to stop a swing mere inches from his throat--
" Hm... it would seem so, no drag, no missing pieces... " she would admit to being impressed, but little impresses her nowadays, let alone did she have the ego to compliment another outloud.
"You seem fixated on my swords. Want to see how they really look? Trust me, the steel looks a lot better than the scabbards."
“ 𝕰h – ”
Her lips formed an unamused frown with arms crossed under her chest, tattoos displayed neatly along her abdomen as her head tilted, stanced in that typically bored gesture.
“ Ionian blades are so… boring. They are thin, and fragile, somewhat like it’s people so I guess it works. ”
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" Sure, just remember I have an eye on you, what your business is is now my business too, " she leaned back as a matched glare could be met from across the table, both women clearly did not like one another... of all the people she needed to protect.
" And try to carry a weapon for a change! Unarmed doesn't suit you! " she waved the barkeeper over to finally order her drink, letting A'ni leave.
SAMIRA.
“ Yes well– let’s say the sum of the currency being paid to ensure you stay alive well over weighs my personal opinion about this contract, ” she tapped her fingers across the table, gloved, clearly bored based on the tapping pattern…
“ Like me or not, which you clearly don’t, I’m here to protect you, so– ” she stood alittle, pointing to the woman’s chest, “ – deal with it. ”
Now leaning back with her back resting on the seat, she’d lightly cross her arms under her chest as she heard the other speak, not too trusting of her words quite yet — she did not believe for a moment her moral code was that extensive.
“ Oh believe me I already am. Though frankly you won’t need to do much. As you already said, my life is quite pathetic. ” she shot her a brief glare, “ So if this is it, I shall get going. ”
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Thr dreaded words finally airborne like the disease Samira so honestly avoided, her single eye rolling at the word report and folding her arms under her chest, " buzzkill-- report ? When is it due by? I have an appointment to see my favorite pair of weaponsmiths. You should come, get the old daggers cleaned, " with the tilt of her head and the sway of alcohol fueling her needy obsession to drag her along for her own entertainment was obvious.
" please...? " oh no, the classic Samira pout, lower lip ever so slight further than upper, accented emerald eye upwards as she tilted her head down and to the side.
“i’m not the person i once was.”
“ Oh little Red! How… sad, ” checking her gloved fingers for dust, she brushed the leather of onto her hip, before knuckles laid to rest at her peak. An unamused emerald stare caught her own, one side of her lip raised to such her tongue.
“ Tch– you’ll never be that person again, be thankful for my words, because they don’t often come for free, ” leaning to her other leg accented the shape of her hips alittle more, “ strive to be better… like me. I’m better, ” he ego seeped through as it always often did, near darkest brown lips peaked the corners of her mouth.
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" Mhm-- " she so relunctantly handed over the blade, the trigger mechanism unloaded to ensure he didn't accidently activate it and kill himself, then she laid an arm across the handle of Thorn, eye forwards with a deadpanned expression, " remember, I have two other weapons in case you ruin this one. " It was a threat, plain and simple, should he get nervous it would mean bad news for him.
"You seem fixated on my swords. Want to see how they really look? Trust me, the steel looks a lot better than the scabbards."
“ 𝕰h – ”
Her lips formed an unamused frown with arms crossed under her chest, tattoos displayed neatly along her abdomen as her head tilted, stanced in that typically bored gesture.
“ Ionian blades are so… boring. They are thin, and fragile, somewhat like it’s people so I guess it works. ”
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@blade-of-noxus you inspire me that this is canon thanks
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