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Major Announcement: Blog Archival

That’s right, you heard me. After the time I’ve put into this blog, all the effort and time I’ve sunk into it, I’m officially closing down shop. Its not because I’ve lost my muse or i just can’t handle it, rather, after many long stints of inactivity here either due to my own fault or those who I’ve chosen to interact with in combination to a few outside elements, I’ve made the decision to pack it in and leave not just this blog, but also rather the League of Legends RP community behind as a whole.

Why, you may ask?

Aside from the aforementioned state of my blog and the major dry spells I take between active responses which, understandably, can happen with the factor that is real life obligations, after witnessing a fair few comments made by the more vocal and prominent members of the community here and the general atmosphere they have created, I no longer feel comfortable and welcome here. I wont go into great detail on why, as it would no doubt open up a can of worms best left upon the shelf, but as a white dude who enjoys the romantic and emotional company of other dudes and is most definitely comfortable as the gender he was born in, after reading the comments made by those prominent people I no longer feel comfortable being on this blog and in the community in general. Better to remove myself from the situation then stick around.

And I’m afraid that the same will happen to my other only league of legends blogs outside this one, @pxnkbruiser​ and @evolveandovercome​, so as to completely remove myself from the problem. It hurts a lot and I know I’ll be losing contact with a lot of friends that I’ve made over the shared history of the three blogs, but for my own sake I feel that this is the best course of action for me. I will be waiting a bit over a day to archive all three however if only to perhaps gather contacts with the people I’ve befriended over the years should they so wish, but, starting January 7th, this and all other mentioned blogs here will be permanently archived. Its with a heavy heart that I do this, but again, I feel that this is the best course of action for me.

I want to thank each and every one of you for all the fun times and experiences I’ve had here and that, somehow, someway, if we fall out of contact, I hope we can meet again elsewhere.

-Sincerely yours, Karp-mun

PS: for those interested in keeping contact, my discord is the following- Lord Smash Master Groban#3371

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The blog is now officially archived. Thank you all for all the fun times and memories. Maybe somewhere, sometime, some place in this great wild world we call the internet, we’ll meet again.

Until next time:

See ya space cowboy

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Major Announcement: Blog Archival

That’s right, you heard me. After the time I’ve put into this blog, all the effort and time I’ve sunk into it, I’m officially closing down shop. Its not because I’ve lost my muse or i just can’t handle it, rather, after many long stints of inactivity here either due to my own fault or those who I’ve chosen to interact with in combination to a few outside elements, I’ve made the decision to pack it in and leave not just this blog, but also rather the League of Legends RP community behind as a whole.

Why, you may ask?

Aside from the aforementioned state of my blog and the major dry spells I take between active responses which, understandably, can happen with the factor that is real life obligations, after witnessing a fair few comments made by the more vocal and prominent members of the community here and the general atmosphere they have created, I no longer feel comfortable and welcome here. I wont go into great detail on why, as it would no doubt open up a can of worms best left upon the shelf, but as a white dude who enjoys the romantic and emotional company of other dudes and is most definitely comfortable as the gender he was born in, after reading the comments made by those prominent people I no longer feel comfortable being on this blog and in the community in general. Better to remove myself from the situation then stick around.

And I’m afraid that the same will happen to my other only league of legends blogs outside this one, @pxnkbruiser​ and @evolveandovercome​, so as to completely remove myself from the problem. It hurts a lot and I know I’ll be losing contact with a lot of friends that I’ve made over the shared history of the three blogs, but for my own sake I feel that this is the best course of action for me. I will be waiting a bit over a day to archive all three however if only to perhaps gather contacts with the people I’ve befriended over the years should they so wish, but, starting January 7th, this and all other mentioned blogs here will be permanently archived. Its with a heavy heart that I do this, but again, I feel that this is the best course of action for me.

I want to thank each and every one of you for all the fun times and experiences I’ve had here and that, somehow, someway, if we fall out of contact, I hope we can meet again elsewhere.

-Sincerely yours, Karp-mun

PS: for those interested in keeping contact, my discord is the following- Lord Smash Master Groban#3371

[evolveandovercome-archived-blog]

Fade To Dust :3c

The being known as Malzahar had been the Herald of the voids coming, it's voice and welcoming host to the world. By his hand he had accelerated the arrival of the void by countless years with the rituals he performed and the fresh essence he provided from them. The far sight blessed upon the human vessel served as a wonderful boon to the hordes of the void, giving them opportunity after countless opportunity to strike when the world left it's guard down before it even knew it. By all means he was a valuable asset to the coming invasion. However, in the end, his body was human. Tainted by the void yes, but human. And to allow an inhabitant of this world lead the ravenous hordes in their eternal quest to consume was, in Kha'Zix's eyes, unacceptable. And it wasn't as if he alone made this decision. The echoed whispers of the deepest Void turned his dislike of the prophet into murderous intent, as had the words of fellow voidlings. They would not share their feast with the tainted one. He was to be removed.So it was that lead to this moment. Silently, breathlessly, undetected had Kha'Zix stalked the prophet. From the shadows he watched every move, every step, learning the patterns and habits it took. Finding the moments it let it's guard down for even an instant. For a whole three days he had done this, for Kha'Zix was a patient creature. The ambush would be perfect and the kill clean. The thing that has paraded around so long as their 'leader' wouldn't even know what happened.Each second was an eternity but each eternity brought that perfect moment ever closer. It was nearly that time, the time when Kha'Zix had observed the human vessel to be at it's most vulnerable. With unnatural silence the beast lunged forward and impaled the prophet upon his claws before the killing instruments cleaved him into four bloody pieces. It was quick. Brutal. Instantaneous. The perfect kill. And with the kill came a meal for the Voidreaver. And with it, new power. A chilling cry echoed through the night air and with it, more of his species stepped through the cracks in reality, mimicking the cry of the hunter that was now the leader of their pack before the monsters slipped away into the night.A new hunt was to be had.

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Headcanon/drabble time: True Apex Predator Kha’Zix

So i’ve been thinking a lot, mostly about Leagues most intense and primal rivalry, that of Kha’Zix and Rengar. More importantly, what happens after that big final fight between the two and that, if the battle falls in Kha’Zix’s favor, what happens then? Heres what i think would happen…granted its a bit far fetched but HEY its late, brain juices are pumping so LETS GO.

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The greatest hunter, gone without a trace and in the belly of a predator that can now run around unchecked, unhindered and at what it thought was the peak of its evolution, only to be opened to so much more. For the great beast that was Rengar, his strength, his speed, his instincts, all his knowledge, now dwelled within the very genetic make up of the Voidreaver. He could feel it flowing through him, reinvigorating him, his wounds sustained already closing and healing with the finest meal he’d ever tasted.

Yet… There was more. There was more power to hunt, to consume. And with Rengar, his greatest threat gone…

Nothing could stop him.

The last great hunters of the realm soon fell prey to the Voidreavers claws. 

The Bloodhunter Warwick was carved cleanly in two before granting his strength to the victor. A fine feast, feral power surging within and his great senses heightening further still. With this, none could hide from him. None. The smallest drop of blood miles off smelt as if they were right nearby.

The huntress of the Kumungu jungles, the fierce and enchanting Nidalee, torn to pieces before she could react in an ambush from a beast she could not hope to have detected. Maybe if Kha’Zix had not fell Rengar she may have stood a chance but now? Now she was nothing more than a quick meal and with her consumption, greater strength flowed.

Soon afterwards key members of the human society suddenly vanished. The beloved Prince Jarvan IV, gone without a trace. Jericho Swain? Not even a single feather remained. Viktor. Gangplank. Sarah Fortune. Ashe, Tryndamere, Sejuani. One by one they all disappeared, and with each one gone, chaos followed from the bodies of the great city states and kingdoms removed of their heads. Yet with these meals, all this delicious prey.

It still was not enough.

Ancient ones soon caught on to the unseen threat that was slowly but surely tearing apart this world along with the increase in breaches in the thresholds between this world and the Void. But by then, it was too late.

The consumption of the Green Father came with incredible power, power beyond anything Kha’Zix had imagined. Pure, untouched, untainted magic now filled him and with it, even the very land began to bend to his will. No place was safe now. The predator who could adapt to anything now had command over the very ground it walked upon, turning its environment to benefit it and it alone. Yet this power, great as it was, was still not enough.

The Ascendents of Shurima followed suit. Their strength, mighty as it was, was not enough to stop the beast that hunted them as a cat did a mouse. Their bodies filled with untold power became the Voidreavers and with their great guardians gone, the sands became little more than a hunting grounds for Rek’Sai and her offspring and the tunnels crafted by them to the Void would grow unchecked.

The mighty aspects of Mount Targon became food for the nigh unstoppable beast that was Kha’Zix. Their bodies were ripped asunder and their very essence consumed. Soon the mountains once rendered impassable by the Artisan of War and Sun’s Aspect were overrun with the horrors that clawed their way down from the rips in reality at the mountains summit.

The Iceborn and, soon after the Watchers, became nothing more than fuel to the evolutionary fires of Kha’Zix. The frozen lands of the Freljord were little more than homes to cruel Voidborn creatures now as the only eyes that watched upon them were those filled with hunger.

Even the Darkin and Celestials in all their might were not enough to stop him, or the steady flow of Voidborn that surged through the cracks in reality like rushing water flowing down a mountain. The numbers were too great and the predator that had consumed so much power soon claimed their essence as its own. And with them….Nothing remained.

Upon the ruins of a dead world did the Apex Predator now stand, the power within him unmatched and without equal. Every beast Kha’Zix had set his sights upon had been bested and consumed to the last scrap. This hunting ground was no more and with no more prey upon this land now claimed by the Void, it was time to move on.

For the hunger never fades away, until all has been consumed by the Void.

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Send me 'Fade To Dust' and I will write a short drabble of my muse killing yours.

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Send me 'Fade To Dust' and I will write a short drabble of my muse killing yours.

[evolveandovercome-archived-blog]

Headcanon/drabble time: True Apex Predator Kha’Zix

So i’ve been thinking a lot, mostly about Leagues most intense and primal rivalry, that of Kha’Zix and Rengar. More importantly, what happens after that big final fight between the two and that, if the battle falls in Kha’Zix’s favor, what happens then? Heres what i think would happen...granted its a bit far fetched but HEY its late, brain juices are pumping so LETS GO.

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The greatest hunter, gone without a trace and in the belly of a predator that can now run around unchecked, unhindered and at what it thought was the peak of its evolution, only to be opened to so much more. For the great beast that was Rengar, his strength, his speed, his instincts, all his knowledge, now dwelled within the very genetic make up of the Voidreaver. He could feel it flowing through him, reinvigorating him, his wounds sustained already closing and healing with the finest meal he’d ever tasted.

Yet... There was more. There was more power to hunt, to consume. And with Rengar, his greatest threat gone...

Nothing could stop him.

The last great hunters of the realm soon fell prey to the Voidreavers claws. 

The Bloodhunter Warwick was carved cleanly in two before granting his strength to the victor. A fine feast, feral power surging within and his great senses heightening further still. With this, none could hide from him. None. The smallest drop of blood miles off smelt as if they were right nearby.

The huntress of the Kumungu jungles, the fierce and enchanting Nidalee, torn to pieces before she could react in an ambush from a beast she could not hope to have detected. Maybe if Kha’Zix had not fell Rengar she may have stood a chance but now? Now she was nothing more than a quick meal and with her consumption, greater strength flowed.

Soon afterwards key members of the human society suddenly vanished. The beloved Prince Jarvan IV, gone without a trace. Jericho Swain? Not even a single feather remained. Viktor. Gangplank. Sarah Fortune. Ashe, Tryndamere, Sejuani. One by one they all disappeared, and with each one gone, chaos followed from the bodies of the great city states and kingdoms removed of their heads. Yet with these meals, all this delicious prey.

It still was not enough.

Ancient ones soon caught on to the unseen threat that was slowly but surely tearing apart this world along with the increase in breaches in the thresholds between this world and the Void. But by then, it was too late.

The consumption of the Green Father came with incredible power, power beyond anything Kha’Zix had imagined. Pure, untouched, untainted magic now filled him and with it, even the very land began to bend to his will. No place was safe now. The predator who could adapt to anything now had command over the very ground it walked upon, turning its environment to benefit it and it alone. Yet this power, great as it was, was still not enough.

The Ascendents of Shurima followed suit. Their strength, mighty as it was, was not enough to stop the beast that hunted them as a cat did a mouse. Their bodies filled with untold power became the Voidreavers and with their great guardians gone, the sands became little more than a hunting grounds for Rek’Sai and her offspring and the tunnels crafted by them to the Void would grow unchecked.

The mighty aspects of Mount Targon became food for the nigh unstoppable beast that was Kha’Zix. Their bodies were ripped asunder and their very essence consumed. Soon the mountains once rendered impassable by the Artisan of War and Sun’s Aspect were overrun with the horrors that clawed their way down from the rips in reality at the mountains summit.

The Iceborn and, soon after the Watchers, became nothing more than fuel to the evolutionary fires of Kha’Zix. The frozen lands of the Freljord were little more than homes to cruel Voidborn creatures now as the only eyes that watched upon them were those filled with hunger.

Even the Darkin and Celestials in all their might were not enough to stop him, or the steady flow of Voidborn that surged through the cracks in reality like rushing water flowing down a mountain. The numbers were too great and the predator that had consumed so much power soon claimed their essence as its own. And with them....Nothing remained.

Upon the ruins of a dead world did the Apex Predator now stand, the power within him unmatched and without equal. Every beast Kha’Zix had set his sights upon had been bested and consumed to the last scrap. This hunting ground was no more and with no more prey upon this land now claimed by the Void, it was time to move on.

For the hunger never fades away, until all has been consumed by the Void.

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....Wait. Piltover n zaun lore rehaul means all the champions from there That means Vi lore changing Bruh. Rito. Please. Why this

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rek/sai’s new story is brutal af. its all about the sai desert or the sai khaleek and these kids trying to cross it. i recommend reading it ! [here]

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THE VOID.

IT COMES. IT HUNGERS.

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Wait hold up what's all this about lore changes? Is Rito doing something dumb again somebody fill in a poor bug-mun I've been out of the loop way too long

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ATTENTION LOL RPERS

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lolrpers:

This blog is to serve as a catalog of all participating LoL RPERS on tumblr. If you are interested to be included in the masterlist, please REBLOG this post. (likes are nice also but will NOT count so do make sure to reblog.)

Thank you and please have a good day.

~Lux Admin

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-SLAMS HANDS DOWN- starter call time kiddos

Hit me the heckie bros an broettes an bros of unspecified identities the bug is back in town and needs people to stalk n hunt n what not. If you need a monster to fight, to torment your muse, or just have a condescenimd chat if your lucky, let me know

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strikewhenready replied to your post “WALKS INTO THE ROOM LIKE WHAT UP MY MUSE IS BROKEN AS FUCK AHAHAHAHA”

But is he as broken as mine?

Rengar wishes he was as broken as my muse bruh Knife Cat better step off

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    Before she had crossed paths with the exile, she had deemed the likelihood of a reformed Noxus DIMMER than the fading light of a star giving way to the morning. But now, in the hazel glow of an Ionian sunrise reflecting off dead calm waters, that hope shines brighter than the sun at its zenith.

    The corona drapes over Riven like a golden mantle.  Irelia raises a hand to cover its piercing     radiance.

    “When you burn down their kingdoms and tear their cities to the ground,”she implores,     “do also light a few candles for me.”

                                                            ( to her throne. ) 

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WALKS INTO THE ROOM LIKE WHAT UP MY MUSE IS BROKEN AS FUCK AHAHAHAHA

Send me 웃 and my muse will describe yours in one sentence

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Send "🙋" + any headcannons you want to know about my muse.