Taliyah: *makes A Cake But Mixes Up The Salt And Sugar*

Hey! So, my dash is super, duper dead, so I’d appreciate it if you guys could do me a REALLY big favor!!

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She's 4'9 but she's strong

Please don't anger the smol

You'll get a rock thrown at you, square in the face

Okay, okay, I hear you-                         but what if we, instead, try slaughtering them all?

Public speaking was just never really my thing, you know?

Fuckin s a m e

i follow 2 final fantasy blogs and tumblr gives me 18

i dont even know that much about ff let alone play it lmao

@iixesha needled ♡ Puts a peach ring in his mouth and sits in front of her face. Dominance 100

Taliyah was stunned . How dare he ? Steal a peach ring then stare her in the eyes as if he did nothing wrong ? ! The woman stared at her husband for a moment or two before closing the bag of candies .

" Excuse me . I want justice . "

sire-crownguard:

 While he was not surprised that she already showed him such a display of respect, it brought a small pang of a prick to his chest. It was not that she was truly respected him, it was out of necessity… and perhaps… fear… Again, he did not blame the woman for such reactions, they were natural, but it did not stop the panging in his chest, and the guilt that went unseen atop his shoulders.

    A soft mutter to himself, a quiet curse of annoyance. Most pertricite shackles were unstable, but of course… they were not meant to be taken off. Their intention was to bind, and then… most would wear them to their grave, which was likely nothing more than a large hole away from the innocent and evil eyes of the world.

    He grabbed Taliyah’s hand with a delicate touch, unfitting of one which seemed as threatening as him. But, rather than the plain gesture, he turned her hand gently, so her palm faced down, and his other hand reached towards the shackle. Pinching a part of it between two fingers, he stared blankly, like he was considering something…

    And then, as though it was only as sturdy as a dried twig, it cracked from the pressure. Like when a single thread was ripped from a web, the rest seemed to crack, and it fell off of her wrist. He hesitated, not letting go quite yet, using the hand that broke it to gently dust off any of the remaining, small shards of petricite, that would be like burning embers upon a mage’s skin, should they remain too long…

    Without another delay, he did the same with the other shackle, and the pathetic remains simply clattered to the ground, forgotten, abandoned… and at this point, useless. A small triumph in his mind–a single less weapon against the innocent who are unfortunate to be… vulnerable.

    “I apologize for not doing that sooner.” His voice was low, strong and steady. A small smile found its way onto his expression, followed with a minute tilt of his head to the side. “But it matters not if they overreacted… That is not a topic I wish to delve in any further, however.” Likely, it would be best for both of them to not dwell on the things that happen here.

    How innocent must a girl like this be? He envied her, to a degree. Ignorancewas bliss, but too much bliss was toxin. Garen cleared his throat, and the next words he spoke were slow, but at least clear, and spoken in the native tongue of the unfortunate visitor.

    “It is a pleasure to meet someone like you, Taliyah Levy.”

Taliyah  was  always  a  fan  of  tall  people .  Big ,  strong ,  able  to  kill  her . . .  The  fear  was  always  replaced  by  curiosity .  Even  after  meeting  Sett ,  a  7′8  beast ,  she  was  interested .  And  Garen  definitely  got  on  her  good  side .

When  he  had  grabbed  her  small ,  cold  hands ,  she  knew  what  he  could  do .  He  could  easily  break  her  fragile  bones ,  yet  he  did  something  better .  He  crushed  the  binds .

Taliyah  let  out  a  surprised  gasp  when  he  had .  No  matter  how  hard  the  shuriman  had  struggled ,  they  refused  to  move  to  a  better  position ,  yet  Garen . . .  He  just . . .

The  short  woman  stared  up  at  him ,  eyes  wide  with  shock  and  excitement . “  Thank  you ,  sire !  That -  how  did  you -  hm . . . “  A  soldier  perhaps ?  Maybe  a  guard  for  the  royal  or  royal  himself .  Probably  why  he’s  referred  to  as  Sire .  And  that  build . . .

“  If  you  don’t  mind  me  asking ,  do  you  fight  with  your  fists  or  a  sword ?  Strength  like  that  means  you  fight ,  no  doubt .  You  look  too  young  to  be  the  general ,  but  if . . .  No . . .  “  Taliyah  rambled .  If  one  couldn’t  tell ,  she  enjoys  guessing  and  speaking .  People  in  general  was  something  she’s  good  at .  Maybe  that’s  why  Swain  had  spoken  to  her .

Taliyah  gently  rubbed  her  wrists  as  she  thought .  They  were  red ,  probably  redder  than  her  cheeks  whenever  complimented .  The  stone  felt  rough . . .  Was  it  supposed  to  eventually  dig  into  her  skin  and  cause  blood ?  Maybe  she  should’ve  heeded  the  warnings . . .

Wait ,  did  Garen  say  something ?  Taliyah  looked  back  up  at  him ,  smiling  widely .  “  Please ,  call  me  Taliyah !  Or  Tali ! “  

half-beast-bastard:

“Arak, eh?” He asked. He made a loud, but brief, whistle, and a man in fine attire rushed over, looking up at Sett with wide eyes, only to meet Sett’s specialty grin, showing off his devastatingly sharp fangs.

“Get the girl a glass of Arak, halved.” He ordered, “And get me a Bilgewater Blood Rum.”

The man nodded and rushed off, and he turned his attention to Taliyah once again.

“Now, tell me… Why Ionia? Why come so far from your homeland?” He wouldn’t lie.. even he got curious about the few people who proved themselves to be exceptionally different.

Taliyah  stayed  unwavering  through  the  loud  whistle ,  more  interested  on  what  this  guy  was  up  to .  Most  hardly  give  her  a  second  glance  if  she  was  in  Ionian  fashion ,  which  she  is ,  so  what’s  his  deal ?  Is  Sett  as  curious  as  her ?

As  the  man  walked  off ,  Taliyah  gave  him  a  quick  “ Thank  you ”  before  responding  to  The  Boss .

“ Simple .  My  master  is  here .  I  traveled  quite  a  bit  to  find  someone  to  teach  me  when  I  was  sixteen ,  and  I  finally  found  a  man  who  could  do  it .  Yes ,  he  may  be  a  drunk ,  but  he  was  the  best  I  had .  Shurima’s  needs  separated  us ,  and  I  left  to  fight  the  corrupted  ascended ,  Xerath .  However ,  I’m  still  not  all  that  stable . ”

Her  hazel  eyes  glanced  from  side  to  side  before  standing  on  her  tip  toes ,  a  mischievous  glint  in  her  eyes .  “ Keep  it  between  you  and  me ,  but  the  emperor  Azir  looks  more  like  a  glorified  chicken  than  a  leader . ”  She  whispered  playfully .

@heart-of-stone from ▶

It wasn’t like this was the safest place in the world--In fact, quite the opposite, unless someone had Sett’s heavy hand resting upon their shoulder, and he wanted to make sure they were safe. Then even Jarvan Lightshield the Fourth, with his closest confidant and bodyguard beside him wouldn’t be half as safe as the one beside the infamous Half-beast.

And as he set his hand on her shoulder, a heavy weight, but not crushing, she was put right on that list. Until he decided otherwise, at least.

“Eh, it’s not an Ionian thing. And don’t worry too much, doll. It’s more of an... acquired taste.” He grinned, leaning forward a bit, hunching to lessen the size difference, at least somewhat.

“Don’t worry ‘bout that. What’s a little scrap of a thing like you doing here? Get caught by the wrong person, and you’ll end up in the cart. Unless you have a trick up your sleeve...”

I apologize for my lack of posts- oorp and rp wise. I haven't felt very creative recently and I've been rather busy. I've been practicing the block button and it's been messing with my health. I hate having to use it.

I'll try posting when I feel better, alright? Again, I'm really sorry... This is a rp blog, not some dead shitpost spot

OKAYSO

Now I'm in a really good mood. Which means that yes, while this is another ooc post, it ALSO blocks down the ideas I have for Taliyah's lore!

It all started, as you can probably guess, when she was back on the ship. Forced to choose between destroying a village and continue her learning path, or be thrown off the ship and probably die. Instead of dying herself, she chose to destroy the village.

That had started her whole career. Upon returning to her new home, Taliyah began her training. Her powers were strong and incredibly useful(even her lore says so), but unstable. She grew to the woman she is today— a weapon for Noxus' military, being able to help in more ways than one. I apologize for my writing! I haven't slept in almost 24 hours.

Basic Facts

24 years old

Does NOT have aquaphobia nor ptsd(she was not thrown into the harbor)

Born in Shurima, now a citizen of Noxus

Whatever she lacks in smarts is returned in determination and strength

Despite her unapproachable appearance, Taliyah is still kind. She isn't as easy to open up in her main verse, but it's still manageable