Continuation From X ☆ The Beautiful @regina-tenebris

What is your primary feeling in longing?

Hope

In longing, you feel hope. You're on a long road, you know this. Your desire is strong, big in your chest but you don't feel weighed down. You've had your hardships, but you know what you truly seek is, or could be, not far from your grasp. Not to say you don't feel the burning in your heart for something more, but theres still a spark in you, a voice that says, "don't give up, what if?" You can be patient. You know you must be. Your yearning is felt like a campfire in rain, the circumstances say the flame should be out, but yet it burns, as long as god willing or sheer effort keeps it alive. You feel the pull in your gut that makes your throat tighten with the ache of your heart but you softly smile, it's just a reminder of your love. You aren't afraid of your feelings in the way that would make you push them away because you're familiar with them and you know the payoff would be well worth the grief. You're doing great my darling, you will find your love if you have not already.

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Birds of Prey | Sentence Prompts

feel free to change words and pronouns as needed.

“Oh, hey, you’re that singer no one listens to.”

“Oh, hey, you’re the asshole no one likes.”

“I’m not shopping at this store. I’m robbing this store.”

“Psychologically speaking, vengeance rarely brings the catharsis we hope for.”

“Unless we all want to die very unpleasant deaths, we’re going to have to work together.”

“What the hell is up with this bow and arrow shit?”

“I love this chick. She’s got rage issues.”

“Your protection is based on the fact that people are scared of you.”

“You made me want to be a less terrible person.”

“If you want boys to respect you, show them you’re serious.”

“Nothing gets a guy’s attention like violence.”

“I underestimated you and I’m sorry.”

“I’m used to it.”

“I’m sorry, (name), I’m just a terrible person I guess.”

“So… we broke up.”

“She stole my fucking car!”

“That is childhood trauma right there.”

“Fine. But if you try to run, I will kill you.”

“I’m not proud of what I did.”

“I had to find a new identity. A new me. It wasn’t easy.”

“I guess all good things have to come to an end.”

“So, we broke up. I handled it real mature.”

“The inflection in your voice, the way you can’t hold eye contact, and the fact that you’re a filthy little thief, all suggest that you do.”

“Well, sounds like a dick.”

“You’re so tiresome! If you want my mercy, shut that hole in the middle of your face and listen.”

“(Name) is gone, but it’s just a matter of time before some other asshole tries to finish what he started.”

“You’re a filthy fucking rat.”

“That’s why he needs me to look out for him. That’s why he needs me to take care of him.”

“Still a work in progress.”

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Nightmares . Possibly the only thing that kept Taliyah up at night . . . Quite literally . They were so vivid , so horrifying , that the young Shuriman refused to sleep in the same room as others . Yet , the one night she's forced to during travel of course has to have one of her worst .

Her fear was predictable . The water . After her first encounter with Noxians , Taliyah had developed aquaphobia . Being near large bodies of water gave her a chill . Her memories would swarm back , filling her head with dread . Her near death encounter . . . One she lives through over and over again in her nightmares .

It was dark and cold . A storm was brewing and screams was all that could be heard . Arguments . ' We can't just kill her ! Imagine the power , captain . The money something like that could give us . ' ' If yer jus' gonna defend a whore like her , you outta get out with 'er ! ' Then , the hands . What felt like five pairs grabbed her by the dress Taliyah wore . Each time she went through this , the voices were different . The lines always spat the same words , and no matter what , she ended up thrashing in the water . Losing her breath until she woke up in a coughing fit , cold sweat covering her brow .

However , things had gone a bit different this time around .

Taliyah was fighting against the hands that held her , making her thrash in bed . She thought she knew how this was going to end . Though , unlike the other times , one had began to say her name . Deep and familiar . The freckled woman turned her head , vision blurred with tears , though a singular thing was as clear as day . A crow , sitting on the fore boom . A stronger grip tightened around her right arm , forcing her to yelp in pain . That had brought her back.

It took a moment to realize what had happened . That Taliyah was safe(ish) in a warm bed . A warm bed with a tired looking Swain holding her arm . " E-Erm . . . G-Good morning . . . ? " She said nervously .

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I think it's time I explain one of my favorite AUs to you guys. @iixesha and I created it back in January, when I was just spit balling ideas and this one was picked.

There will be triggering content ahead, such as: death, murder, depression, abuse, drug use and trade, kidnapping, Stockholm syndrome, and manipulation.

If this is something you NEVER want to see mentioned, please block the tag “#𝔻𝕣𝕦𝕘𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕜𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕤|☆ The Forsaken”. This is a mob au.

Design by me, but the beautiful artwork and colors are by Dekko ! They were a huge help, and I can’t thank you enough for letting me use this in the post!

This was originally just for ONE rp, though it expanded and a whole universe was created. Since this is simply my Taliyah account, only The Forsaken are mentioned, but there are bunches of others! That, however, will be explained later on.

Taliyah was still a Shuriman girl in the beginning, when they had first met. A young sixteen year old with loads of energy and a heart to protect everyone good. While traveling the desert sands, she had ran into a boy her age, scarred and dangerous looking. Approaching him could’ve meant certain death, but he had weapons. Weapons, and packs of drugs he was supposed to be running for his gang back in Zaun. Of course, Taliyah felt the need to stop him, but was quickly defeated. Instead of killing the broken girl, Ekko had another plan. He plucked her off the ground, and brought her with him.

Taliyah fought against this. After all, he was a monster! Ekko was extremely displeased, and scars began to form on her own body. At one point, she had been shot in the arm. Every time she tried to run away, to be free once more, to see her mother’s face... The punishment for when he caught her got worse. Eventually, she learned to let him have his way, yet the snappy remarks didn’t disappear for quite some time.

During this time, running with and away from Ekko, she began to grow attached. She thought of him as some sort of twisted protector, sent by the celestials to tell her what was to happen to her. That was another reason she didn’t try to run away after a certain amount of time.

Being brought back to the gang was harsh. So many people, almost all as greedy as Ekko. Taliyah was forced to stay, to which she obeyed with little backlash. The shuriman stuck to Ekko’s side, learning from him, being protected from him, only speaking to him. Everyone else, though just as trashy, thought of Taliyah as nothing else as some pre-mature toy. 

After a couple years, three or so, she was awakened by a loud BAM! While gun shots were common, none was that close. After another, she rushed down the hall. There, standing in a door way, was Ekko. Gun in hand, splattered with blood, face emotionless. The gang leader was killed. While some fought Ekko about this, they promptly joined their ex leader in hell. Without much arguments from those who got the message, Ekko took over the position. He took Taliyah’s hand with a blood covered ring, and scared to refuse, they were married soon after.

Taliyah learned the reason of the marriage after their first meeting, as well as got told about all the others. The gangs- or mobs, as she was corrected- that ran territories all over Runeterra. Each had a different purpose, The Forsaken’s rival being The Damnation. Ran by Sett And Xayah(can’t decide if I want it to be as a brother/sister rule or a married couple with a Rakan helplessly pinning after Xayah with no avail). Taliyah was a show of wealth. During meetings, she was dressed in revealing clothes made of gold and garnets. Xayah in a dark purple ionian silk dress with diamonds and golden thread.

Taliyah was treated as nothing else than a toy. Something useless. Even after they had two children, a blind boy and a beautiful little girl, nothing changed. Screams, violence, and tears. Even though she’s in her late twenties, Taliyah feels like a helpless child. Drowning. Unable to get out. How could she? The only answer would be death.

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This . . . Was not the situation Taliyah had imagined she'd get herself in .

It had all started so innocent ! It's really hard for her to believe that saving one clumsy kid from falling onto the hard ground would get her cuffed , yet here we are . A mage , clothes bright enough for everyone to know she was a foreigner , being grabbed at and shoved down the dull-looking streets of Demacia . Taliyah doesn't understand what she did to deserve such treatment ! Maybe the Noxians on the ship were right . . . Maybe she should've avoided Demacia at all costs .

The young woman thought deeply , her chocolate eyes glancing towards the parting crowd . Looks of fear and hatred was all Taliyah saw . Fear , hatred , and . . . Sadness . Now THAT was a huge red flag . " What are you doing - ? ! What'd I even do ? ! You - You can't be serious ! " " Silence , woman , " was the only response she had gotten from the questions . Well , that and a dirty glare .

The guards around her came to a halt , Taliyah tearing her attention to whatever had stopped the now saluting guards . Or . . . Whoever . A tall , masculine man stood there infront of the three . Maybe even Taliyah's savior ! A glimmer of hope filled her mind . Maybe . . . Maybe HE would understand how ridiculous this is ? Whoever this man was , he had power . That must mean he's reasonable and smart ! Right ?