Hey how do you do! I'm Sbö, I'm writing under the name Sloan Baux, he/him. So here are a few things I am:
I'm a lifelong tabletop RPG fan! 📚🌌 To be honest, I've been playing — wait let me correct that: DMing — for as long as I can remember. I started as a little kid with stuff like Dungeons and Dragons and then came Vampire the Masquerade, Warhammer's Dark Heresy, and many more.
I'm also a League of Legends fan! 🎮🏆 I don't play much anymore, but I used to play on EUNE, and my main was/is Evelynn jungle, that's right, because girls just wanna tear your throat out with their teeth 😈👠💄💅💜. Last season I played I finished emerald so maybe I'm not completely washed lmao.
I also write League of Legends fanfiction. ✒️📜 I've just finished my novel No Help Coming. You can read it here: https://nohelpcoming.xyz/
Yeah and also I'm a lot of other things, for example, a DevOps Engineer, an ex-bartender, a physics major, a hobby web developer... man I sure had no idea what I wanted to be as a young adult. XD I dipped my toes into everything really.
So that's me! If you're interested in my fic be sure to follow.
Se-ya around! ❤️
An original story set in Runeterra. On a dark Demacian night, family, hope, and perseverance clash with a malign will bent on unraveling the
Finished my Jinx on the beach drawing that I literally started in a hazy bout sleep deprivation one day. Background def needs more work but historically I've never done backgrounds so I'm surprisingly happy with the results. I'm excited to work on my skills more :)
The title of the image is technically "Eine klare Mondnacht", cause I'm basic
I've been trying to learn how to edit lately so I've been makeing all sorts of edits on my TikTok so here's one of them. I'll post my other ones later.
"The Volosh-a proud Demacian noble family with Targonian roots-stand on the brink of annihilation. From within, they are undermined by cultists who have long sown discord among them. From without, the relentless Mageseekers threaten brutal judgment for their every transgression. One truth is certain: the Volosh are being erased from history.
Their last hope rests with Khyrr, a young heir who journeyed to his family's ancient Targonian homeland in search of answers, only to return empty-handed. Now, with time running out, he must uncover the truth no sage of Targon ever dared to grant, before everything is lost."
An original story set in Runeterra. On a dark Demacian night, family, hope, and perseverance clash with a malign will bent on unraveling the
No Help Coming - An original story set in Runeterra
Finally finally my League Of Legends novel/fic 'No Help Coming' is OUT NOW! 🥳 Read it on the site or AO3 or download as epub or mobi. Share it, read it, and tell me what you think guys ^^
An original story set in Runeterra. On a dark Demacian night, family, hope, and perseverance clash with a malign will bent on unraveling the
sorry to be aromantic but i need more stories w characters who get absolutely no romantic interests, plots, or romantic ending ‼️ gimme ppl w complex interpersonal relationships put into emotional life situations ‼️ but they all get zero bitches ‼️
“You’re like hot spice. The souls of your family are all seasoned with your essence,” she continued. “And though they served as a lavish feast, while I was devouring them, all I could think about was tasting you.”
My novel No Help Coming is releasing this Thursday! The story takes place on Runeterra, the world of League and Arcane. Follow so you don't miss it!
Wherein love can save the world (but it can’t save us)
Chapter seven:
November: Oh honey
The air got colder, the hallways did too. Even homeroom, a light start to the day, became quiet with last minute homework or cramming for tests. Those were the lucky days, some days it was hushed whispering of a fallen friend, speculation burning and crackling like a wildfire at the edges of their minds. Lux wanted to scream, to run, to beat her hands against the wood desks and chairs, to ache and ache until her slender body broke.
Lux never had Garen's ambition, much less her aunt's. She was something else, in this way among others. Something delicate and small, lacking any bulk or strength.
Jinx was something else. Slim, yes, but strong and creative. A supernova of fire and power. She was a painter, a purposeful little thing. She could paint anything she put her mind to, many of her fellow classmates had portraits handmade as gifts-or trades. Lux had one as well, one that hung proudly in her room. There was a grace in how Jinx moved, no matter how erratic she seemed. All the drama of a dancer.
It was easier to focus on that, the way har arms moved and swiped, the way her slender fingers clenched, than anything else. Lux's chest rose and fell rapidly, hyperventilating as he argument continued. She barely knew what she was saying until Jinx ran out the door crying.
Jinx. Crying.
The same girl who faceplanted trying to climb a tree and lost both her front teeth and smiled around the blood. The same girl who met monsters with rage instead of fear. The very same who broke all the bones in her leg and still screamed her anger with not a single tear that Lux saw.
Jinx liked to lick her wounds alone. She didn't cry.
Trying to get her to open up was like trying to coax paint to run upwards.
Maybe Lux was seeing things.
The shower was hot, scalding even. The steam gathered and choked, lingering in her still-heaving lungs. She scrubbed her skin pink and raw and pulled on her nice clothes, a formal dress that itched and fell stiff around her knees, not like the soft and flowing fabrics she preferred.
She met Garen on the stairs, both of them walking then sitting stiffly. A grand dinner sat before them, Aunt Tianna at the head between them. Garen on her right, Lux on her left.
Not a single part of the meal had been cooked in the house.
Sparkling water kissed her lips as she half listened to Aunt Tianna engage Garen about Jarvin. Maybe that's why the next sentance took her by surprise.
"Jarvin and Shyvanna broke up."
Cue coughing and a disaproving glance from her aunt.
It was not that much a surprise, she supposed, Shyvanna was pretty and strong but certainly not influential. Some girl who moved from the country and has no friends. And the First Star certainly didn't approve of their heir kneeling in the mud. They barely tolerated Jinx and they chose her.
Amusement, mostly, not that Lux would ever tell Jinx. How could she explain to her that she risked her life every day because the cosmos had a sick sense of humor?
How to tell a girl who needs to fight how silly it all is?
The mashed potatoes tasted like ash and Lux pushed her food away.
