Glory come to those who seize it.

(Icon by communistofzaun). Hail, traveller. I am Jarvan Lightshield IV, Crown Prince of Demacia. Speak quickly, for I have many matters that have need of me. (Ask/RP blog for Jarvan IV. Open to any and all RP, Mun is 18+. Occasional art replies.)

[sovereignofcamelot-deactivated2]

[demacian-cataclysm]

The sound of muffled laughter and music rang through the night air, the warm lamplight casting twirling shadows against the cloudy night sky. Several feet up a sturdy oak, the harsh voices and wailing lutes were just quiet enough for Jarvan’s tastes. 

He peered over at the caravan from his perch, he saw his guards try very hard indeed to hide the amount of ale that they’d been drinking. Trying very hard and not succeeding, as the Prince had managed to slip out without alerting a single soul. 

Judging by the way his bodyguards were staring at the dancers, it was safe to assume he’d get at least a few minutes of peace and quiet before the guards realised he was gone.   It was at that moment he noticed the shock of red hair below him. Not one of his guards,but unarmed at the very least.

Part of him told him to be cautious, to be wary, and to carefully and silently raise the alarm. Fortunately for the Prince, that part of him was small enough to be pushed to one side and ignored completely. Being as quiet as humanly possible, he swung himself down behind the stranger, landing with a barely audible thud. Brushing the leaves off of his jacket, he reached out and tapped the young girl on the shoulder.

@fire-dancer-aurora

[thatnerdreview]

ThatNerdNews

Lead Singer of Linkin Park, Chester Bennington, Has Died

Chester was found dead at his home in Palos Verdes, Ca from an apparent suicide by hanging. He was 41.

[demacian-cataclysm]

You're stubborn. Almost unbearably stubborn. It's difficult for you to understand, but you will ALWAYS doubt your worth. That's the most frustrating thing about you. How much you put yourself down, despite knowing so many people CARE about you. Your adoring wife does everything in her power to make you know that. So just trust her, for once. Okay?

//...Wew, my lad, starting small I see.You're right. I put myself down, a lot more than is healthy. It's an old habit, and it's dying hard. But it is dying, slowly. It's why I've been on this unofficial-hiatus-break mess for so long. Life's been knocking me down and I'm just dragging myself down further, belittling myself... I'm my own worst enemy.I'm getting better, though. That's what matters.I have you guys behind me, and that's enough of a reason to keep going.Thank you.

[eightysixt-deactivated20130819]

Anonymously tell me what you think of me. Don't sugarcoat it. I am just genuinely intrigued.

[wearepaladin]

Knights and Temples of Demacia by Joon Ahn

[demacian-cataclysm]

🔀

“Oh please, darling, as if I’d choose anything other than this. It’ll always be our song.”

[baron-nashor]

Send me 🔀 for a song I would associate with your muse

[run2damoon-deactivated20230127]

Demacian Knight - Joon Ahn

[demacian-cataclysm]

The gentle yet oh-so-persistent knocking of one of the palace stewards roused the Prince from his slumber. At least, he hoped it was a steward. That way he could fire them later. "...make it quick..." he grumbled, making it crystal clear to the figure outside his room that they had a matter of seconds before "waking-up-royalty-at-midnight" became an act of treason. "...your Majesty, I had just been told to inform you of the surfacing of a new threat that the court had deemed a grace threat to our state, a Darkin assassin who-" "It can wait." "Y-your highness..?" The steward stammered, clearly taken aback. "Let's be realistic here... ugh... Honestly, it feels like this happens every month or two... a new threat will magically surface, there'll be at least ten to fifteen completely identical clones of them for a week or two, then they'll all vanish into thin air." There was a momentary pause, which Jarvan assumed was the steward picking his portly middle-aged jaw off of the floor. He rarely snapped at his staff, but he'd make exceptions for moments like this. It had been a long month, after all. "S-so what should I do with the reports, your Majesty? The court-" "The court answer to me and me alone, and I say this can wait until morning. They'll all vanish in due course. Except for Sundays... gods, you can't get rid of them on Sundays..." There was the sound of exasperated mumbling from the corridor, followed the the blissful sound of the steward's footsteps as he left the Prince be. "And for the record, I'd already read the scout reports five hours ago. You really think I wouldn't notice a potential threat like that?" he called out to his now- absent audience. Muttering to himself, he rolled back over into bed. "...what kind of name is Kayn anyway?... sounds like a depressed hair stylist..."

[lady-crownguard]

Ha, suh dudes.

[demacian-cataclysm]

THAT WASN'T A DIRECT CALL OUT TO YOU.

“...”

//That was totally a callout. Look, you hurt his feelings. You monster.

[demacian-cataclysm]

 He sighed as he watched Valor trill happily on Quinn’s arm. Trying to separate those two was like splitting solid rock. Hell, at least he COULD split rock. 

The mention of clothing gave him the opening he needed. It’d be a long shot, but he’d taken far more dangerous risks. Clawing back his composure, he rested an arm over Quinn’s shoulder - as far away from Valor as physically possible - and nodded in the direction of the palace.

“Three tailors. Fourteen walk-in wardrobes. Five of those god-awful Piltovian sewing devices. And enough silk to make a rainbow that spans the whole courtyard. What makes you think we can’t find something that fits perfectly?”

He strode away and towards the castle once more, before turning with a flourish to present his hand to the bemused scout. His smile could’ve guided ships as he beckoned Quinn closer.

“it’s your choice. Why not unwind for a night?”

Attaboy, he thought. Knock ‘em dead.

@demacianwings

[justicewinged]

Quinn, at first, winced at the touch of Jarvan’s arm across her shoulders, as benign as it was. It took her a good moment to relax into its gentleness, and as she did, she listened to what he had to say about the potential for making an article of clothing especially for this occasion, her hands halting in their busy work of grooming her companion, watched him nod, and smile comfortably, even as she was anything but comfortable in this embrace.

She was going to try to snake in another excuse – no, another reason – that she wouldn’t be able to go to this nice dinner with her prince, beyond the obvious, I am simply unworthy of your presence, Your Grace. She might have even said no, given the chance or given the guts, whichever fit first. 

But he swept away from her, and suddenly that warmth on her shoulders left and this made her feel empty. His flourish of a hand to help her to her feet swept her breath away like an enthrallment of an Ionian gumiho’s pawn. Momentarily, even, she forgot she had a bird in her lap with a small amount of burrs still in his feathers. (He squawked and hopped off as she rose to her feet.)

After all this, the scout could only manage a stunned nod, eyes wide as a child’s on Snowdown.

@demacian-cataclysm

[demacian-cataclysm]

The look in Quinn’s eye was all the confirmation he needed.

Taking her by the hand and whisking her along in his trail, the pair haphazardly weaved their way through the ever bustling courtyard. With every sharp sidestep around a maid hurriedly passing by the Prince reflexively tightened his grip, both ensuring his companion for tonight remained closeby and most likely dragging her headlong into half the palace’s staff.

Not that he was paying much attention, oh no, for Jarvan had places to be and plans to put together. That sly smile surfaced once more as his mind raced through the wonders a man with everything could offer a girl like her. After swinging his new guest into the other half of the palace’s staff (for good measure), the pair finally slowed as they reached the nearest tailor’s hall.

Not a single word left the Prince’s mouth. It didn’t need to. 

With little more than a glance, dozens of hands sprung into action. The air became filled with the now-familiar hum of hextech as their sewing devices flared into motion. Exotic fabrics and silks from the four corners of Valoran sailed through the air as they were tossed from craftsmen to craftsmen. A small band of young maids slowly approached the scout, waiting patiently for her approval, all while brandishing far more tape measures than can be considered necessary. 

“These fine ladies and gentlemen are now at your beck and call. Whatever dress, blouse, gown or garment you could dream of can be made within these four walls. Simply ask, and it shall be done and it shall be yours to keep.”

He finally turned to face Quinn once more, seeing the wide-eyed wonder sweep over her. Something about the way she stared in awe warmed his heart - the cautious stares, slowly opening up to the world he had to offer. And he saw that smile, the smile that he so rarely saw cross the faces of those who toiled on the front lines.

This was certainly something he could get used to.

[nalolnews]

Galio Login Theme

[axe-me-darius]

badass music 

[karnalesbian]

listen

i love modern fire emblem despite some of its flaws and issues

i love tellius to death, like fr its my favorite part of the series

but, but, nothing has ever gone as hard as the GBA General animations

‘fuck walking over there im gonna chuck this man-sized axe on a goddamn chain at you and then just reel it back in to shank the next fucker who has a problem’

[asktheexemplarofdemacia]

Amidst the blue skies, a link from past to future. The sheltering wings of the protector…

[demacian-cataclysm]

//Ah, sweet, they're making Jarvan's ego into a champion.

[rpmemedumpster]

You can’t be ooc if you never rp