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Hhhhh missing Amelia again.

Actually to that end, I do have my (initial) idea for Amelia's new sword that I've described her with now and then!

I actually drew this like, a year ago. Or around there at least.

But yeah, it's a big ol' thing!

#mun stuff #my art #at some point i wanna talk more about this sword the demon (whose name i will probably change) and how Amelia transforms now #because there's some p different stuff going on

royalharkinian

If we’re all going down I'm going the way I lived, making shitty memes in the face of peril.

#glorious

Lmao

Tumblr saw a problem that needed a scalpel and took a fucking jackhammer to it.

Most of the time, Amelia was as functional an individual as another. She may have a silent and simmering, perpetual loathing of everyone, but is nonetheless functional.

Most of the time.

Frequently, she has phases - not quite insanity, but certainly not lucidity. To bite into a grape, only to taste not what she should, but instead blood from a battle hundreds of years past. To dreamily awake in a cold sweat, gasping and writhing from ecstasies both profane and mundane. Deaths and loves, pains and hopes. Whispers of echoes of memories that are not her own life - but are nonetheless of her own foolish making.

It is why she holds onto her hate so tightly. All those years ago when she was falling apart, that hate was her anchor; the mooring by which she survived. All too often, that hate is all that she knows she can call her own.

That, and her fear of the lurking madness - though she'll not admit it. Her fear of what, if anything, might be left of her if she were to let go of her hate.

So she doesn't let go, and doesn't ever intend to.

#madness #oh gods a goat monster!#oh gods i dont know what memories are mine #amelia #hmmm... i think ill have to talk/write about her pact and her sword soon #i could have done it in a different order of course but i feel this way is more dramatic!#but yeah im still sticking with the theme i always had #just... changed a bit #less and more #which is of course related to her pact and weapon

While I sort out what I wanna write about next, a bit of info relevant to what I wrote previously.

Amelia did not go to Ionia on her own accord. She is Noxian, yes, but she is not a naturally aggressive (at least physically) individual. She would have much preferred to have not gone, but it was made very clear to her that she would not be exempt from the war effort. That her expertise would be put to work in the most direct of ways.

Needless to say she was not very happy (not that she often is anyway).

#headcanon #she also doesn't care much for politics

the-cats-revolution

#yeah sounds like amelia

How does Amelia feel about Singed

At the moment? Moderately indifferent. But she knows of him, and more or less approves

"I don't like it."

"Well, I'd hope not. Unlike our dear commander, you're no fool."

Amelia grunted noncommittally at her companion's snark. A friend of scores of decades, and one of a handful she could truly consider as such. They knew each others' secrets; dangerous to both, and worthy of respect.

"I would not have accompanied you if I had believed otherwise." he continued.

Amelia glanced over at him, shrouded in his dark cloak and clothing. He was checking his repeater crossbow - again, for the fifth time in as many minutes if her count was correct. It was his tic; not one of nervousness, but anticipation. Her own weapon whispered where it hovered a foot behind, just as aware as they were of the promise of combat and bloodshed that loomed ahead.

"You say that like I asked you to follow me." She said, getting only a vague shrug in response. She turned back to the valley the two of them were overlooking - thick with fog, trees, bamboo, and more than likely plenty of Ionian guerrillas.

The sound of soldiers marching in-step became more audible, moving some distance away towards the valley. They didn't even need to come this way - the valley was just a shortcut. But the commander of these forces was insistent, and with a sigh Amelia started walking towards towards the front of the line. She hoped her "superior" was simply brave, but it didn't take much for bravery to become foolishness or insanity.

A moot point ultimately. If a trap was to be sprung, she wasn't about to miss it.

#amelia #the ionian war #wanted to start writing shorts about her time in the invasion/war!

Cold Reflections

Amelia had always liked wintertime in Ionia. Noxus generally sees snow of course, but Ionia was a different matter entirely. The chill, the darkness, the utter silence and stillness... she loved Noxus dearly, but these lands have always given her a sense of comfort she's found difficult to obtain elsewhere.

And so she wandered, aimless of where she trod.

After a time the crunching of snow underfoot gave way to a much harsher sound, and Amelia had to catch her footing before she cracked her face on the ice. She glanced beyond, to see what it was that had interrupted her.

It was a lake. A small lake, frozen over; it's surface unmarred by neither weather nor snow. So invested had she been in her reveries that Amelia had given barely a thought to her steps. She would have turned and continued on in such manner as well, but the lake was reluctant to let it's visitor go. So lonely it was, so eager to display it's beauty to any and all souls that happened upon it. And so it had stolen the curiosity of Amelia, as assuredly as it had stolen her attention.

Upon it's mirror-like surface it reflected perfectly the cosmos above, shining the light of a thousand thousand stars back into the night sky.

Amelia stepped further onto the lake, her hooked hooves scratching into the hard surface and giving her enough purchase to walk at an easy pace. The light crackling of ice that accompanied her steps was loud in the quietude, her visible breath lazily drifting off as the air bore no wind to move it. She made her way to the center, across the black vault of stars, and simply stood there. And there she did nothing, nothing save fix her strange, yellow eyes upon those reflected in that abyss.

She spent a long time standing there, staring at the image of herself in the ice. The sensation of being suspended atop nothing was nearly virtigo-inducing, but it did little to bother her as she shifted her gaze from below to above. In fact, she quite welcomed the feeling. She let out a heavy sigh and shut her eyes, losing sense of her surroundings, her heavy fur coat, and even a bit of herself. When she opened her eyes a moment later, she found herself... wishing. Errant thoughts crossed her mind, unbidden. She wished - she wondered - to be up there, amongst the nothingness. To seek and feel the surety of oblivion that it promised.

Her thoughts soured at that word. Oblivion. Death. She turned to look downwards once again.

As irrational as it might be, she now grew to hate this lake. How dare it? How dare it make her wish for death, to want take the easy way? After all that has transpired in her life? She did not before, and she wouldn't now.

One foot scraped forward. Her leg tensed, unnatural strength flowing through her to dig each hooked half of her hoof into the ice. Small imperfections appeared, branching outwards from the pair of indents being gouged upon it.

After a moment, Amelia pressed down with an ever-increasing rush of strength.

Crack.

If her earlier steps were loud, the shattering of the uppermost layers of ice was outright deafening. A spiderweb of pain inflicted upon something once-unblemished, grasping in every which direction. Her reflection fractured, a dozen of herself taking the place of just the one. A final jab, a taunt at the weakness of her past; the weakness that she fought against every waking and dreaming moment.

Amelia gave the images a hard stare, then turning her back to it all with a frustrated huff and absent-minded wave. As if she could cure her insecurities with such simple gestures.

She retraced her path towards solid earth, finding herself missing home.

#amelia #you betcho ass she that petty #but whooo something written!

Hmm

All the hullabaloo around the absolutely dope Coven skins has gotten me missing my evil little horned yordle.

For obvious reasons, I would hope!

Moreso, this means that I've been thinking about stories. Stories that I'd like to write out and put down somewhere. I can't quite say that I wanna be getting back to RP shenanigans sadly, and I can't say I will. But I do want to write more for her.

As a warning, going forward anything I write will involve changes I've thought about and made to Amelia as a character. Mostly her personality, but in one (large, literally) case what items she has as well.

Should be noticable going forward, but shhhh- spoilers!

#mun stuff #also Amelia's not really a good option for relationships anymore #at least ones more than platonic #it's uh.... complicated #hopefully the drabbles should make things clear in time #also im open to answering things if anyone is curious about stuff or has questions #otherwise more info is forthcoming as i write and/or think about it!

@veigarthevile

#ooc #veigarthevile

Mmm after some thoughts, I think maybe “cosmic” is not the correct direction for Amelia. As much as I like it, that’s a drastic change from what she is now! I owe it to her to not change the theme too much.

That being said, still on the way. Also, she’s still going to be... weird and, ahem, peculiar, just not in the same way as the initial redirection.

As a hint for part of direction I’ve more or less settled on, she’s going to be like a combination of a “black magic” witch and a Vodou bokor. So if you know what the latters is...

#ooc #she also may or may not come off as a bit creepier xD #if not flat out stranger

The revamp is coming along nicely! The ability set has become quite surreal, which is fitting for the new direction I want to take Amelia.

#ooc #blog housekeeping