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I’ve noticed there’s a lot more LoL RPers that I’ve found that I haven’t seen in any of the tags, so I figured I’d make it easier for everyone and make a masterlist blog!

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#out of character. ( shitposts )#to make it easier for you:#jax #mordekaiser #darius #varus #those are my muses

feycharm‌:

RAKAN RELAXES AS THE MAN STOWS THE WEAPON AWAY, putting his hands behind his head and leaning back a little more casually. Appearance speaks for itself, huh? It sure does, he bets. My appearance is all anyone should need!

“ I figured I just spooked you. It happens, sometimes. ” He says. Strangers in the wild can be touchy, especially nonhumans, he figured—ancestors only know that Xayah had been like that, and he is large and flashy and brightly-colored as a spring bird. Naturally, he had startled his fair share of travellers in the past.

“ Besides, ” He turns on his toes and paces a few graceful steps to face sideways to the woods, and then gestures down the path with his head and ears. The road curves into the ancient trees, lit by firefly-sized dancing points of light that flit in and out of the shadows. “ This is a sacred land! My people like to say that it’s bad luck to spill blood here. The woods are full of old spirits and older stories. The tale of Eiza the Owl, and the Spirits of the Four Stones fable. Never a good idea to taint legends with violence, right? ”

Always better to talk than to trade blows, his father had always said.

“ …I’m RAKAN by the way! I don’t think that I introduced myself. ” He had forgotten, always expecting every traveller to know him by sight, “ Just so we’re acquainted. ”

“Spooked?” he repeats the word, a little confused. Nothing ‘scares’ him and he hadn’t been particularly surprised by the vastayan popping up but, well, Varus doesn’t trust easily. Never had, actually. It’s always best to be wary when in a strange and unknown area. His eyes narrow in thought until he simply shrugs it off, not bothered thinking too much about it.

Ruby orbs follow the vastayan’s gesture, peering into the depths of the forest with a curious yet uncertain gaze before glancing back at the other when he starts to speak again. Varus honestly doesn’t know what the other is talking about- all these ‘tales’ and stories only serve to confuse him; what is the point in his being here? Why is he here?

Sometimes he missed Kai and Valmar’s voices telling him these things- but in hindsight, it’s much better to have your mind to itself without the incessant rambling of two annoyed humans who want their bodies back.

“My kind is not exactly known for its hospitality.” he retorts, raising one perfectly symmetrical eyebrow. He wonders how the vastaya would react to him if he told him what he is. He assumes everyone knows of the darkin and the war they had caused- and how they’d been imprisoned in their weapons. Though, maybe not... Kai and Valmar had been rather oblivious, now that he thinks about it.

“... I am Varus.” Varus turns his head slightly to look back into the forest. While Aatrox is set on destroying everything and everyone, Varus doesn’t particularly see the point in that. He will kill until his anger is sated but the world doesn’t need to be destroyed for that. There is... a certain beauty in things- something Varus would be sad to see destroyed.

He shifts his gaze back onto Rakan, face inexpressive. “Most mortals scrabble for an explanation when they are faced with what they do not know.” One hand lifts to motion at Rakan, then, “You do not seem to care too much what I am. My brethren go out of their way screaming what they are whenever they can, opting to destroy anything and everything, they are so loud.”

Varus sighs, “How do you know for sure I do not plan on razing your sacred forest when given the opportunity, Rakan?”

#feycharm #in character. ( varus )#verse. i. ( varus )#oof i wrote more than i expected

galena-bismon

A little sketch of my favourite grandmaster at arms

#visage ( jax )

zzzzool

#visage ( jax )#i love one (1) purple void man

out of character. ( me, scrolling through the jax tag on tumblr: not a single picture of the jax i want )

#out of character. ( shitposts )#give me the art i crave of one (1) good icathian boy

stolengood‌:

“Jax,” Aatrox echoed, drawing the word out as if testing it on his tongue, tasting it. His eyes narrowed into slits of glowing embers. Hadn’t the Icathians always had such needlessly long names? Jax. So short. The opposite of the kind of name he’d expect from an Icathian. More likely than not it was a nickname.

Yes, that seemed likely to be the case to him.

The aging darkin moved himself from his uncomfortable crouched position to a more comfortable sitting one, ever tilting his head down at he who was once his foe. Even seated, even with his wings tucked in close to his body Aatrox’s form was domineering. Having cut through a village’s worth of people on the way here it was only natural that his form reflected the amount of bodies he amalgamated into his own.

A sigh and settling flesh and bone cracked as he settled, freshly crafted yet already decaying.

“I am Aatrox,” He replied at last, “And though you may not recognize me as I am now I too was there that day. To think, so many years ago we faced one another as enemies, now our homelands are naught but dust and we are but two old soldiers, wandering…” A dark laugh rumbled from his form.

“A pity that the world’s end is all but set in stone; that someday I must cut you down alongside the rest of this existence.” He looked away, almost wistful. “Perhaps in different circumstances we could have been…well…”, ‘friends’ certainly wasn’t the word. “well, things perhaps could have been different.”

Both eyebrows raised underneath his hood and mask; perhaps more than a little curious when Aatrox shifted into a seated position. Well, Jax posed no threat- not that he wasn’t dangerous, he could more than likely inflict serious injuries on the darkin before he got killed- and didn’t want to pose one either, at least not at the moment.

Aatrox. The Icathian wanted to test the name, repeat it and remember it, but chose against it.

“Aye, we might even have fought each other that day. You are not the only one who... ‘changed’ in all those years.” Jax’s voice sounded rougher than it had when he’d first started speaking; laced with a pang of sadness at the ( very few ) memories of his homeland that he still held close. Icathia had never died in his heart even if he had long since accepted that it was no more- Icathia had fallen to the void like so many things before it. “Hm... Funny how similar we are in that regard.”

It truly was, Jax mused to himself as he gave the darkin a proper once over. Both were elite warriors once revered by their brethren, both ended up getting corrupted- one way or another. Jax bit back the sigh that threatened to leave him at that thought. While their corruption was rather different both originated from the void, in a way. Aatrox’s 'change’ was not void, like his, but Jax was certain that the void aided in the ‘fall’ of many god-warriors.

Jax’s own change was mostly physical; his skin had changed into a purple hue along the years and although the void had aided in healing him from his childhood illness, he wasn’t too sure if he liked being so... similar to the void creatures out there. There was a reason why Jax hid his face and most of his skin.

Jax chuckled quietly, “If Icathia and Shurima had a better relationship back then, things would likely have been very different indeed.”

He glanced idly at one hand, flexing all three fingers and finally allowed the sigh he had held back to push past covered lips. "But a pity to cut me down?” he inquired curiously before his eyes trailed back up to focus on the god-warrior. “I have seen what the void is capable of. I have been...” Jax trailed off, hesitant, “Well, that’s not important. Death would be a welcome respite from what I have become in any case.”

#stolengood #in character. ( jax )#verse. i. ( jax )

@sinister-spellcaster replied to your post: out of character. ( i hope people will, one day,...

Meanwhile intellectual like me try to figure out what the hell he is ��

some believe him to be a sand troll, his lore calls him a giant. we’ll never know unless riot decides to stop being fucking mysterious

@miscreux replied to your post: out of character. ( i hope people will, one day,...

i think of his 3 fingers and how they give me fright

please leave him and his 3 fingers and 2 toes alone towwa

#sinister-spellcaster #miscreux #out of character. ( shitposts )

out of character. ( i hope people will, one day, stop thinking about eggs whenever jax is mentioned. )

#out of character. ( shitposts )

stolengood‌:

Aatrox’s voice was oddly calm when he replied, “I understand now what I did not back then… What the possibility of freedom, that tantalizing prospect of hope, does to a man. You Icathians were fools for unleashing the void, but perhaps Shurima was foolish as well. Trying to keep you under our thumb not expecting some grand retaliation… bah.”

Shurima, Icathia - it was all little more than dust these days. To speak with someone who had been there when everything began to fall apart, even an enemy, was something of a comfort. Aatrox would never admit such things however. What had him more curious was this Icathian himself, he had survived this long - he must have quite the strong body. A body that might be useful for a future vessel.

The darkin’s lips parted and his next words were a dark archaic spell, one he had cast on a certain Freljordian barbarian some time before. It was one meant for tracking and for marking this body as his. A spell that would make it easier to find this Icathian again when the time came that he needed a new vessel as well as one that would ward off other darkin who might try to take this body from him. Not that there were many darkin around these days who might try to steal it, but even still…

“I will not fight you today, Icathian,” His time would come eventually, but not now, “Consider this a temporary respite from my wrath. Your doom will come, but today… today I would like to know your name.”

It was a curious predicament, Jax thought, two people of opposing factions- two lifelong enemies- simply having a banter. Now, the Icathian was hardly the type to actively go looking for a fight, that was true, but that didn’t mean he enjoyed the fact that the darkin were reappearing on Valoran. However, he wasn’t an idiot- he was confident, yes- and he’d seen what the god-warriors were capable of all those millennia ago. Jax wouldn’t be able to take one down without help, even now.

Perhaps getting on this one’s ‘good side’ for now would be worth it in the long run.

Jax wasn’t well versed in spells or anything of the kind but he also wasn’t oblivious when something was cast. This was one of those times. His eyes narrowed but he didn’t comment- hell, he didn’t even know what the spell did for god’s sake. He could only assume it was something to keep track of him. If it was, Jax didn’t particularly know what he thought of it. Guess he should feel honored that a god-warrior thought he was worth keeping an eye on, hm?

“How truly kind of you,” he returned coolly, glancing down at the floor in thought. Sometimes Jax didn’t mind the notion of dying- he’d lived for so long ( too long ) and all the responsibilities kept stacking and stacking and stacking on his shoulders. But Jax couldn’t die easily, the void corrupting his body made sure of that.

Sure, he was stronger now than he had ever been- but at what cost?

He didn’t know which name it was that the darkin wanted from me- his real name? The one he’d forgotten so long ago? Or was it the one he went by now. Should he even say it? It wouldn’t hurt, he assumed. He allowed his gaze to flick back up to the god-warrior, tilting his head back slightly and blinking slowly. “Jax,” he answered after a short time of silence, meeting the darkin’s eyes with his own in a leveled stare, “That’s my name.”

#stolengood #in character. ( jax )#verse. i. ( jax )

ferrumdaemonium‌:

It’d been around a month since she’d come to Icathia to learn of their society and try to gain trust from it’s people. It was difficult, of course. She’d convinced it’s leaders to allow her to come and do this, which she was happy when they did.

It was a slow process, of course. How could she blame them for being wary and hateful towards her? She sought to bring peace to the two lands, and allow Icathia it’s freedom, but they were doubtful of her good nature.

She took their attitude and actions toward her with stride however, not allowing it to phase her. They let her help where she could, though it was never anything very important, and she showed genuine interest and compassion. She was here for a reason and she was going to see it through.

As of right now, she was sitting in front if the fire at a meager campsite they had made for her on the outskirts, eating a meal her ’ body guard’ had made for the two of them. He was eating is own portion, and the fire felt good against the chill of the dusk air.

“… Does it bother you to watch over me?” She asked, after swallowing her food. She hadn’t asked the question before, but was curious. Surely he wasn’t pleased about having to stay in her vicinity for her stay.

Contrary to popular belief, Saijax knew that not all Shurimans were terrible people. That didn’t make it any better of a time to ‘babysit’ a particular Shuriman lady who wanted to get close to Icathia. He’d never understand why a Shuriman would be interested in Icathia’s culture but here they were.

Here he was.

His polearm was placed delicately on the floor just next to him; the weapon thought big enough to sever the head of one of Shurima’s many god-warriors should it be needed- funny how true that would end up being a couple of years later.

In silence, Saijax cooked up dinner for the two of them, three large fingers picking up the plate to hand it to her before the Icathian moved on to serve himself dinner. In silence, he ate; careful not to get any food stuck in his long beard.

Blue eyes flicked over to look at his companion, blinking ever-so-slowly at the question. “Not many things bother me.” the giant replied; voice deep and smooth, before he went back to eating his meal. It didn’t take him long to finish his food and once he did, he placed the bowl down on the floor in front of him.

“They personally came to me to request I watch over you. Whether or not it bothers me is unimportant.”

#ferrumdaemonium #in character. ( jax )#verse. ii. ( jax )

stolengood‌:

As the Icathian leaned against his weapon and spoke Aatrox was more than a little taken aback by the other’s attitude and words. He seemed far too nonchalant, far too relaxed - did he not understand what he was up against? He was a darkin! He was doom! He was the world-ender! And this Icathian dared to lean against his weapon and speak so casually.

It was… disarming, Aatrox certainly felt disarmed. He moved closer, head tilted down at the other, intrigued, “And you believe you get a say in whether or not I fight you today? Is that correct, Icathian?” He crouched down, wings pulling close to his body, already beginning to rot and fray at the ends.

There was a pause and Aatrox’s eyes narrowed, “Tell me. Were you there that day?” He knew he wouldn’t have to clarify if the other had been there.

Jax blinked a couple of times, all six eyes blinking at a different pace, before he tilted his head to the side when the darkin approached him- he didn’t even flinch, however. It was amusing how obviously confused Jax had managed to get the darkin with his disinterested attitude. Oh, he’d seen far worse in his time than one single pathetic fallen god-warrior.

“Nah, I don’t believe that for even a second.” he retorted, his gaze following the god-warrior as he crouched down in front of him. He chanced a glance to the wings for a second but ultimately didn’t think much of them and looked back at the darkin instead.

“Was I there? When Icathia unleashed the Void?” he repeated, his own eyes narrowing. “Aye, I was; doesn’t make me agree with what happened. Desperate times call for desperate measures, and Icathia had no idea what the weapon did when our thaumaturges unearthed it... Not that it matters anymore but if I had known what the weapon was, I would not have condoned its use.” Jax sighed then continued,

“Aye, Icathia made a mistake; one that cannot be righted by any means.” He closed his eyes, though remained as alert as ever. “But Shurima drove us to making that mistake; my people were willing to do anything to regain their freedom... So much so that I’m afraid that, even if I knew we’d end up unleashing the void, they would still have done it.” Jax fell quiet for a few seconds, sighing once more.

“I won’t pretend to make excuses for what Icathia did, darkin, because what we did is inexcusable.”

#stolengood #in character. ( jax )#verse. i. ( jax )#oof i went overboard

out of character. ( riot ??? i’m making jax my oc now, ok ?? sorry i don’t make the rules but if the only official lore you’re going to give us about him is “he likes eggs” and “he killed an ascended once” and “he participated in the battle that unleashed the void on runeterra” then you might as well give him to me )

#out of character. ( shitposts )#sorry i'm #salty

stolengood‌:

Aatrox was all but certain his mind or his eyes (more likely both) were failing him as the figure approached him. The garb was unmistakable to him, “Icathian!” He barked, disgust roiling in his gut. Bringers of the void, simpletons who had destroyed their own home and taken much from him in their hubris, their foolishness. His heartbeat quickened. Flashes of that fateful day crossed his vision against his will - the days that followed as well. Aatrox refused to let his mind fog, not here, not now.

“You approach your doom,” He growled, venom in his words. “Come! It has been far too long since last I crushed Icathian spine!”

Jax held as much distaste for the Shuriman god-warriors ( corrupted or not ) as they held for his people; the Icathians. However, despite the void tainting him, Jax still held a semblance of himself. Still remembered that day like it had been yesterday. Still regretted what the Icathians did that day- if he had known what that weapon truly did he never would have agreed to using it.

But the Icathians had been desperate, and when one was desperate one reached for desperate measures- anything ( and everything ) that would help them win the war. That would give them their freedom back. Yeah, well, look at that where that got them, huh?

The Icathian placed the butt of his weapon on the ground and leaned on it, six eyes focused entirely on the darkin in front of him. “Aye, I know my limits and there is no mountain here to help me keep you down, so... as much as I would love to fight an actual challenge for once; I fear you are too much for me.”

#stolengood #in character. ( jax )#verse. i. ( jax )#of course it's fine qsdqk #i need to write more jax

out of character. ( i just want to give rakan all the love in the world is that too much to ask for ????? )

#out of character. ( shitposts )#this just in: local gremlin man loves rakan