// I heard there were some birthdays to celelbrate???
"Happy birthday, Mun! I made you bread! I hope you will enjoy your special day."
’I am your Messenger, the one who carries your voice, and I will always be with you!’
//Omg mah babies!!! ; w ; Aww, thank you, baby sister, for doodling this for my birthday. Mah feels… Even though I can’t be there to spend today with you and my family, I can feel everyone’s love in their wishes (which I think I’m getting more of than ever this year).
I’ve been walking this earth for nearly two decades, and every year gets better. Thank you, babu, I love you.
D’aww, little Mira is just too cute
( It’s all about perspective! Each champ = Different styles in going through the walls :D It had been a topic in a conversation with a friend so yeah xD
Sometimes the amount of the random urges I get in wanting to draw Leona makes me want to make an art blog of her haha but I think that will be too much for me… ; u ; Pity really lol )
//Of course, I acknowledge that this isn’t exactly a reliable source. It is an AI after all with a database of roughly 1000 logged entries as of my usage. I’ve taken it with a grain of salt, hence the “fooling” the website tidbit. However, there is some logic to it, especially inside the word chart. It is still useful to see a rough estimate of the “style.” I would have loved to see you come off anon, but power to you I guess.
Life is Precious(Ask/RP Blog/Open to Everything) “I’m Vince the Wanderer, but people like to call me the Snow Man.”
Text analysisvincethewanderer.tumblr.com is probably written by a female somewhere between 66-100 years old. The writing style is personal and happy most of the time.
Gender Rankingvincethewanderer.tumblr.com is the 425th most feminine blog of 1042 ranked.vincethewanderer.tumblr.com is the 210th most happy blog of 1042 ranked.
//I’m barely pass off as masculine. I think that the mesh of personal and academic is fitting considering Mira’s personality. In a weird way, I’m proud of being able to write in a different voice.
"Part Bird, Part Reptile: The coolest looking machine on the block."
//I miss this show so much you don’t even know.
Satisfied with her journal entry, Mira closed the notepad with a satisfied nod of her head before tucking it under her arm. With the other, she hefted her Messenger’s bag onto her shoulder, grunting at the uncomfortable shift. She could have sworn that it had been lighter before, but she could worry about that later. There were still many things to be done in day after all!
Yet as she sprinted through Piltover’s busy streets, something rustled within her bag, throwing the petite Messenger off her balance. The parcel slipped off her shoulder, careening unceremoniously onto the pavement as she stumbled forward. Though her feet shifted and twisted, Mira kept upright, spinning around to see what would pop out of her bag. She was sure nothing living had been in her bag the previous night, and Mercury was not a very heavy bunny.
Curiously, the young girl approached her Messenger’s bag with wide eyes and parted lips.
Mira deftly unfastened the clasp of her bag and threw open the bag. To her surprise, it was not her sable rabbit but a black-haired yordle. The young one gasped in surprise as she frowned in stern disapproval at the creature that had slept in her bag. Had he crept into her bag at night? Jayce would not be happy at having his family home broken into.
A pout pushed out the young one’s lower lip as she scrutinized the yordle. His fur was less than healthy, lacking its glowing luster and he seemed small and malnourished for his apparent age. “Excuse me, Mister, but why were you in my Messenger’s bag? It is illegal to intrude in the home of other as well as into their personal belongings in the city-state of Piltover. If you are hungry, however, I do have some bread for you in my bag if you would please move out of it.”
Baschion only held fast as the bag opened, seeing a female human in front of him. He stayed in place for the time being, before she questioned him and he simply felt his body blench when she went over the law. “I know it is, but when you don’t have a home, you don’t have much of a choice.” Baschion muttered, she would probably hear it. He slowly moved out of the bag. He decided to answer her first question however, before he shivered at the rather cold air outside of the bag. “It was something I could curl up in, my fur may keep me warm, but not terribly so during the night.”
"Do not be silly, Mister. There is always a multitude of choices though they may not always be obvious or easy. However, I do not see how my Messenger’s bag would be something warm to sleep in when there are perfectly useful cloaks and beds laying about if you were so determined." Mira slung her pack back over her shoulders, noticing the stange musk that coated its interior. Though she strongly disapproved of the strange yordle’s decisions, the young one was mindful of the unexpected events that could overturn a person’s established life. Why reprimand a person down on their luck when one could aid them back to their feet instead?
The young one fished into her bag until her fingers came upon a cold cube sat nestled towards the bottom of her belongings. Fiddling with the grooves of its interface, she smiled as the smell vanished from her assortment of appartuses while the temperature fell within the confined space. When her hand emerged, she cradle a warm loaf of bread in her outstretched hand.
"Here you go, Mister…" Mira knelt down to smile at eye level. "This loaf of bread is portioned to sustain someone of my size and metabolism for a day. I am sure that it will last you two days at the least if you have an average metabolism. If you ever find yourself in need of more bread like this, you may come visit Jayce’s workshop throughout the day. You may simply call for Mira, Jayce’s apprentice. Please be more mindful of others’ possessions in the future, Mister."
The tweet that saved the entire female population