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@allegiantfervor
'WHAT THE WIND IS TO A STORM'
'WHAT A BREATH IS TO A SCREAM'
'I AM MADE FOR THIS WAR'
irisanda 'iris' ortega // league of legends ; arcane original character
temp. hiatus
rp ; ask ; art blog - written by juulu - revamped 3.23.25
mainblog to @spectraldream
βΌβ³βΌβ³ home ;; guideline ;; character sheet ;; her story β³βΌβ³βΌ
promo image done by the former @sagittess
still working on the colors and stuff, but here it is Jericho Swain!
also theres Leblanc next to him, youll see on the finished piece..
;; still away, as I've had to take on a second job to make ends meet.
that being said, commissions are open ; you can find the info here.
otherwise I will be back when I can bc I have had a bit of a writing bug lately
;; I've already been away for a few weeks but I'm officially putting my blogs on a temporary hiatus. I do plan to come back, even if I might chill out with my league muses (at least until the next show comes out).
Overall burnout, internet fatigue, and recognizing I cannot be a casual League enjoyer without sinking an addict level amount of hours into it - I'm just taking a wee break to fix some habits.
I have been doing 1x1 rps on discord, for those interested. Info to add is in my pinned post.
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tonight is concert night! iris got the dress up treatment for the powerwolf show π€
tonight is concert night! iris got the dress up treatment for the powerwolf show π€
wip wednesday - concert fit, she has shoulder space for anyone who wants to get above the crowd
Send meΒ βπ + (fandom)β and Iβll reply with a character I would RP from that fandom
On a personal note: my friends, this doesnβt mean I will RP any of these characters.
Probably.
Laszlo: Nandor, we tried things your way. Nandor: No, we didn't. Laszlo: I did it in my head and it didn't work.
starter for @shimmerbeasts
By the look of the sun high in the sky, they were making good time. The basilisks could probably go another ten miles, but the ruined war camp in the distance made Iris call a halt to her soldiers. They both dismounted at her word - one began tending to the beasts while the other offloaded the gear. Both worked efficiently, wanting to leave the area before what they were looking for got the jump and found them first.
They muttered to eachother, discussing the report Iris had been sent out with and relayed to them on the way. The second band of scouts disappearing left the report sparse for details, but the razed camp spoke for itself.
"Quiet." Iris commanded curtly, keeping her ears on the ever shifting sands for something to grab her attention. A Noxian-occupied settlement only a few miles away had reported animal attacks after she'd spoken with the locals ; to credit the carnage as such would grossly mischaracterize the gorey scene of the camp. Soldier and structure alike ripped to shreds, teeth punctures decorating every tear.
Her stern frown deepened, but Iris finally dismounted from the safety of the basilisk, handing off the reigns to one of the soldiers. The other would hand Iris one of the many traps she'd been supplied with - two metal jaws the width of her shoulders, both with wicked teeth to get a vicious grip on whatever their quarry was.
'If it only took a few traps, plenty of hunters would have finished this by now. I wouldn't be who they sent out,' She reasoned internally, but wrenched the trap jaws apart regardless. Even the snap of an empty trap would trigger a chase.
Besides the few groans of the basilisks, the sound of the wind was steady ; the dunes eerily peaceful for the danger they hid.
Iris tensed - a loud hiss of shifting sand drew her attention from the ruined warcamp.
π - For a happy dream
dreams & nightmares
Her face felt warm. No wonder ; there was a cauldron of stew bubbling below her nose and it smelled heavenly. Instinctively reaching for a spice, Iris couldn't quite tell what it was, but she trusted herself to be correct. Satisfied to let simmer, a small hand tugged at her shirt hem to draw her attention.
Their face was so indistinct, familiarity that couldn't drum up a name. They were child-shaped at least, so Iris knelt down and held their cheeks in her hands before pressing a brief peck on their forehead.
'How impatient, but endearing that they are so excited.'
'Wait... who are they?'
The warmth of the kitchen dissipated and darkness clouded her vision. She moved her hand to feel her only her blanket, and opened her eyes to her bedroom ceiling. Iris tried to close her eyes to try and define the child, though her stomach opted to recall the food and growled.
"Right. Breakfast."
Ass fat because I been eating people. Iβve been cutting up and eating people
ππ«πππ¦π¬ ππ§π ππ’π π‘ππ¦ππ«ππ¬
Send a symbol for me to write a drabble about one of my muses dreams! Remember to specify for multi-muse blogs.
General:
π - For a nightmare
β£ - For a wet dream
π - For a daydream
π - For a happy dream
Specific
πΈ - For a stress dream
πΉ - For a strange dream
β - For a dream that had a lasting impact
π½ - For a dream my muse didn't want to wake up from
π― - For a dream that made my muse cry
π - For a dream that was so vivid my muse thought it was real
π - For a dream about childhood
πΌ - For a dream about a good memory
π§Ώ - For a dream about a bad memory
β - For a dream that made them wake up screaming or hyperventilating
β¨ - For a dream about a kiss
β - For a dream about my muses family
;; how deep in headcanons is too much? I'd like to redo a lot about Iris's family and upbringing but at this point I'm just posting headcanons that have no impact on my threads and debatable influence on Iris in her 40s. But still π€π€π€
;; interest check - like if you want to plot
A playful grin spreads on her face as she pulls up her shoulders. "I'm not answering your mocking with a proper answer."
"Anyway, lets get back to me and my sexy bod in a battle bikini!" Putting his thumbs up to himself he puffs up his chest proudly. "Glad to know you've got good taste about it babe. Buuut if you want to see me in a bikini, or nothing at all, all you have to do is ask."
Slicking his hair back he scoots closer and drapes an arm around her shoulder, wiggling her brows. "I enjoy getting to know fans in intimate detail..."
@allegiantfervor // continued from [here]
How forward, how proud β how Draven. Iris's eyes followed the arm now draped across her shoulders to that look she was giving her. She'd almost scoffed, but opted instead to gingerly place her hand over the other's and gave a pondering look to the ceiling.
"I seem to recall days were I had to do less than ask. You didn't seem to have much shame in a medics' tent with half your back burned. What a day to have volunteered..."
Oh to have her memory, Iris thought, after all those years and still remember Draven's stark naked backside lounging in the med cot. Not that she'd be so easily forgotten regardless.
She leaned into his torso, squeezing his hand and finally let out her choked scoff.
"Though if I were to indulge you, I'll keep the ease in mind. I'd expect nothing less from our arena champion than peak performance."
