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can a thing made once not be made again?

[decoryphee]

DECORYPHEE ; a headcanon-based ORIANNA from LEAGUE OF LEGENDS, dashboard-only blog. // this blog welcomes crossovers, alternate universes, original characters, multimuses, and canon-divergent muses. mun is 23, blog is 18+, semi-selective, and will feature triggering content and spoilers. // RULES --- bio is currently under construction.

OTHER ACCOUNTS: @eigenfrequencies ; genshin impact oc @doubledollar ; vash the stampede / trigun @mortuaryrituals ; multimuse 

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@viiktor​ liked for a starter / accepting.

❝you are hurt.❞ soft steps resound in the lab, orianna’s voice carrying far louder than her small frame should allow. a tilt of her head, eyes flickering between his face and the wound before she walks past him, fetching a first-aid kit hidden away. normally he tends to his wounds himself; rarely does orianna find herself down here in his lab, never when he is harmed -- but today she is here, and so, she will play nurse. ❝come, sit. we do not want it to become infected. you might be mostly metal, but there is still some blood flowing through you - that red is proof.❞ she waits, patient, before waving her hand for him to come forward, ❝i have educated myself in the art of medical care. i have read many books on the subject.❞

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what if i---

[honeyknives]

“Pain fought me without conquering me. I swallowed all my tears and was burned body and soul in that fire which fate had entrusted to me, alone, my burns still uncooled.”

— Rita Boumi-Pappas, tr. by Kimon Friar, from Modern Greek Poetry; “Data for an Identification Card,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

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lawsfist​:

    Misfit laughs, wincing at wound tended to. They can’t seem to help themselves when it came to fights, everyone deserves it that so much LOOKS at Vi wrong way. It’s no wonder they’d not been jailed earlier than this, pure luck perhaps…

    “ Ah– Doesn’t hurt so bad. Ladies think it’s hot, I’m only tryin’ to please ‘em! “ They spat jokes, there’s only one person that’s to be impressed out of the lot. “ Thanks for takin’ care of this. How long I need to keep off it? “

❝they do? why?❞ hands pause in their ministrations, looking between the bandaging and vi’s face, though they quickly begin to move again, ❝i was unaware of this. i shall keep it in mind.❞ orianna stands, picking up the various medical supplies and storing them away, perfectly organized in mere seconds, ❝according to the medical textbooks that i have read, as long as the wound does not reopen or become infected, it should heal within one to two weeks, so i would suggest allowing it to rest for that amount of time.❞ it sounds like she’s reciting the book word for word because she is, ❝i am aware that keeping out of trouble for such a long time will be difficult for you, but it would be in your best interest to try to do so. it would be a shame if we had to amputate.❞

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self indulgent but you know how pretty much everyone in zaun/piltover have either canonly met as children/teenagers??? orianna and viktor meeting twice. once as children - orianna is a giggly, talkative girl and viktor is quieter, shy. he doesn’t say much but that’s okay because she can lead the conversation all by herself. it only ends when she’s pulled away to go back to her father’s shop - she’s wandered too far from it. but they think fondly of each other, even if it was only a brief meeting. childhood memories are always sweet. then them meeting again as adults, a little bit before viktor starts to experiment on himself, probably right when he’s moved down into zaun.  he barely recognizes her, that polished metal frame, that key turning in her back. thinks she might be an enemy at first, prepares to defend himself. and then she goes “viktor?” and even though the voice is different, even though it’s been years, even if she’s all metal now, he remembers her. that talkative little girl.

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okay so since i don’t have a bio up quiiiite yet, here’s a general idea for orianna’s relationships with some characters!

ekko ; met when orianna snuck into zaun in order to assist during the ruptured chemical line accident, and remained in contact up until orianna’s father’s shop moved from piltover to zaun, where they lost contact. reunite later, but it’s a rough relationship - ekko is a reminder of what she used to be. vander / jinx / vi ; familiar with all three, but mostly vander. when the shop was moved to the undercity, vander became a close friend to both orianna and her father. he would try to send business their way since he knew how sick orianna’s father was becoming. despite having met jinx and vi, she never formed a close relationship with either, only becoming friendly with vi much later after meeting her in piltover again.  caitlyn ; has no real opinion of caitlyn. can appreciate what she does for piltover (and attempts to do so for zaun), but generally tries to stay away from any law enforcement. although orianna was raised in piltover, she has spent far more time in zaun and has seen the struggle the people go through, which often gets exasperated by law enforcement. people like camille don’t help. viktor ; friends? sorta? he’s the one person that she believes she can relate to, but doesn’t fully understand his desires. the two mimic each other; both having become sick and only able to survive by replacing parts of them, until eventually becoming almost totally non-human. however, while viktor might find comfort in what he is becoming, orianna is always reminded of what she has lost and her lack of place in the world.

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@hexionic​ liked for a starter / accepting.

❝what are you?❞ blunt, cold, the clockwork lady stares at the figure she has only heard rumors about; fearsome ones, whispered tales of forced conversion, ripped away humanity, a boogeyman to the children of zaun, a dare to those that brag of bravery. she should be scared, would be if she were anyone else. some would call it idiotic courage, others a suicide wish.  orianna needs not call it anything. she simply holds no feelings at all - of fear or otherwise. metal orb whirls at her side, twitches in impatience, switches from her left to her right seemingly at its own will. her own metallic face gives nothing away, crystal spire eyes watching careful, analyzing. like he’s a puzzle. put the pieces together properly and all will be revealed. ❝you are like me. are you not? but somehow we are different.❞ her head tilts, ❝not quite the same. not quite different. somewhere in between. why?❞

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@gauntleft liked for a starter / accepting.

feet slap against the wooden floor, metallic echoing just slightly in the mostly empty bar, the young girl an amalgamation of machine and flesh; legs replaced long ago, along with her right arm, her eyes, her throat - little skin that remains is scarred, fragile. despite this, the girl is in an upbeat mood; she has lost most, but her heart remains, beat, beat, beating in her chest, a sign that she is alive, that she is human still. for now. ❝vander! i made you something! a gift!❞ her voice crackles, pitch shifting wildly (she is still getting used to controlling the mechanism that is now her voice box) as she crawls into a chair and present him a small figure wrapped in oil-stained paper.

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@90calibre liked for a starter / accepting.

the ball whirls to life beside her, mechanisms shifting, the light tick-tick escaping its core. orianna pauses in her steps, head tilts quickly to the left (an odd motion, too clanky, too mechanical), and she turns, glowing eyes staring out into the abyss behind her. darkness conceals, spreads shadows far along the walls and concrete passage, hides that which wishes to remain hidden - but has already been found. ❝is there something you need?❞ she speaks, acknowledges the presence behind her. persistent thing, she thinks to herself, to have followed me all the way out here.

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@ofeden liked for a starter / accepting -- for ekko.

❝oh - it’s you.❞ the words should sound surprised, but the voice comes out flat, toneless, though this is nothing new; constant struggle to express that which she should feel, once did, relearning all over again what comes naturally to those around her. a sense of alienation at being so separate from both human and machine - but even that too is a feeling dulled. the last time she saw him, they were children and the only thing that was metal were her lungs. she wonders if he knows who she is now. she would not be surprised if he didn’t. ❝it has been some time, ekko. i am orianna.❞

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@lawsfist​​ liked for a starter / accepting.

❝you fleshy things bleed so easily.❞ tone is light, amused as hands carefully wrap fresh bandage around once bleeding arm, careful to not rip anew with sharped claws; can a weapon be soft? in this instance, it seems so. ❝more bruise and blood than body at this point, it seems.❞

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anyways *pokes fingertips together* like for a lil starter?

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these get around easier so ! like / reblog if you’re interested in interacting with a heavily headcanon-based ORIANNA from league of legends.

written by salem / 18+ / semi-selective

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