"𝘼𝙢 𝙄 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙖𝙩?" 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Sultry violets herald a prophecy—whispers of ruin falling upon the mortal realm as it succumbs to an infestation of yokai and the arrival of their Tengu Princess. #DOARP

A hidden gem. 💖

// How can someone secure their account? I’ve been seeing a lot of posts about unjust bans.

// I even made her in Nioh 3. I do hope future DLC includes her as another transformation—she fits the game so well.

a breath of disdain. “Easy prey—that’s all you are. Don’t mistake this for luck.”

From the obscurity of dusk, a figure, unnaturally cinched, stepped forth. Vinyl heels struck the hollow stone pathway with a crisp cadence, each click announcing her arrival before the shadows themselves had time to scatter. “Hmph.” The sound slipped from veiled features like+

Worship her—now.

// Her combat attire—and yes, her weapon of choice is a sai. :>

Baddies play games, watch anime, and collect plushies.

Ahead, a cascade of teal hair shimmered against the shadowed sky. Cashmere digits tightened around the sai before she sent it whistling toward the succubus, seeking to wound her wings and cast her from the heavens.

the distant air. There she was. Diving from the edge of a towering ledge, Nyotengu surrendered herself to gravity for but a heartbeat before her wings surged wide behind her. Wind coiled around her form as she gave chase, the hunt igniting in her veins. +

A curtain of wispy lashes parted. Abyssal violets awakened underneath them—eyes vibrant as twilight—sweeping across the sprawling city with predatory surveillance. And there, amidst the nocturnal vastness, her gaze caught the fleeting outline of bat-like wings cleaving through+

another maiden of mischief whose silken touch ushered death. Curiosity, sharp as talon and twice as enticing, had drawn her from her sanctuary. Thus the tengu made the world below her hunting ground, traversing the breadth of the realm until, at last, she found a trail. +

brilliance as they carved silent paths through the air. It was not often she strayed from her mountainous Eden of Miyama. The peaks were her dominion, her sanctuary, where wind and sky bent to the will of a tengu. Yet whispers had begun to coil through the realm—rumours of+

catching stray fragments of silver scattered in the moon’s wake. Through that pale dominion, two gliders unfurled across the firmament, their silhouettes rivaling the obscurity of night itself. The edges of their wings shimmered faintly, brushed by the moon’s lingering+

Of Phantasmagorias and Scattered Feathers (VS @MoonTrxcer) The luminescent sovereign of the dusk—an argent moon enthroned within the heavens—cast its pallid scrutiny upon the industrial utopia below. Beneath its watchful glow, steel towers shimmered faintly, their glass veins+

Oh Mai Gosh! The amazing art by @MonoriRogue

Kohl-lined lids curtained halfway over violet depths, the narrowed gaze flashing a quiet warning of its own.

A slow, exaggerated applause followed, colliding palms echoing. “I commend the theatrics, but such displays have little effect on me. Though, if you insist on behaving so poorly, I would be more than willing to hammer a measure of proper manners into you.” +

The shifting of hues stirred no fear within the tengu. She remained seated, poised upon her folded gliders, their dark span tucked neatly beneath her hourglass form. One leg crossed over the other as idle fingers toyed with strands of raven locks. “Am I meant to flee? Bravo.” +

My portrayal of Kitana >>> We love a savage kween.