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|| indie Ezreal || mun is 21+ || single ship/fandom || nsfw ||

[demon4rtist-blog]

"Is there another mask behind the mask?"

“Yes, in fact there is a mask behind my mask. Quite a few, actually. Only two of my masks are physical.”

[exploringprodigy]

The boy squinted his eyes in an attempt to make sense of the Virtuoso’s words.

“Aaaand… behind all these masks, is there a face somewhere? An organic one..?”

[demon4rtist-blog]

“Well, of course, but it’s so much more boring than a nicely sculpted mask.”

He rest his hand on his hip, his weight shifted to one leg casually.

“An organic face, as you call it, still masks the emotion that is felt inside.”

[exploringprodigy]

“Hmm…”

He thought about that for a second.

“So, you’re saying, a face is only a mask? But isn’t, in turn, a mask only a face?”

No idea where he’s going with that. He simply crossed his arms before his chest.

[demon4rtist-blog]

“A mask is not a face, but a face is a mask. A face can show true feeling if it is manipulated, a mask is still, unmoving and forever neuteral.”

[exploringprodigy]

“Wellll... A mask could show feelings! You could form it to show a smile or paint it with tears! Like a face it could show an abstract portrayal of an abstract concept that is emotions. How are muscles any more true or real than porcelain?”

[demon4rtist-blog]

"Is there another mask behind the mask?"

“Yes, in fact there is a mask behind my mask. Quite a few, actually. Only two of my masks are physical.”

[exploringprodigy]

The boy squinted his eyes in an attempt to make sense of the Virtuoso’s words.

“Aaaand… behind all these masks, is there a face somewhere? An organic one..?”

[demon4rtist-blog]

“Well, of course, but it’s so much more boring than a nicely sculpted mask.”

He rest his hand on his hip, his weight shifted to one leg casually.

“An organic face, as you call it, still masks the emotion that is felt inside.”

[exploringprodigy]

“Hmm...”

He thought about that for a second.

“So, you’re saying, a face is only a mask? But isn’t, in turn, a mask only a face?”

No idea where he’s going with that. He simply crossed his arms before his chest.

[demon4rtist-blog]

"Is there another mask behind the mask?"

“Yes, in fact there is a mask behind my mask. Quite a few, actually. Only two of my masks are physical.”

[exploringprodigy]

The boy squinted his eyes in an attempt to make sense of the Virtuoso’s words.

“Aaaand... behind all these masks, is there a face somewhere? An organic one..?”

[bearsandfire-blog]

// Just a test! Reblog it if my muse can jump in your askbox without annoying the mun!

[voidprophecies]

(( it’s summer soon - time for Gravity Falls! I swear I’m never gonna grow up. ))

[unluckymarch]

“do you have a type?”

uh yeah, women I’m slightly afraid of

[quantum-shatter-a-blog]

          { @exploringprodigy } 

→ The paces of the time traveler’s feet was barely heard among the hustle and bustle of Piltover’s streets- it was just as busy as Zaun, even on the weekends, and he’d found it easy enough to go unnoticed, so long as he skipped the facepaint and wore his hair down. So long as he didn’t look too unruly, nobody really suspected him of anything- and besides, Zaunites frequented this area for the markets just as often as Piltover natives did. But, this time, Ekko wasn’t looking through the stands to swipe food away from vendors, or to find a gift for his mother; no, today he was looking for something a lot more specific- something difficult to find in Zaun.

          Well- it could be spotted in Zaun. But they were expensive, kept under wraps, and nearly impossible to steal. Ekko wouldn’t have thought he’d ever need an electric drill to piece together an invention, but here he was; hand-screwing the pieces together just wasn’t going to work, and if he really wanted to finish the new time bomb he’d been working on, he’d have to look outside of his home turf.

          But where? Well, some vendors did sell things like that. It would be easy enough to examine a drill, turn it into the light, and then disappear into the crowd. However, Ekko’s shock of white hair made him easily recognizable, and he didn’t particularly want to run into Vi or Caitlyn, not today. Perhaps it would be easier to steal it from a workman on the job.

          So brought him to his current predicament. Swipe, distract, or knock? It was a three-way decision that could go all sorts of wrong, especially when he wasn’t familiar with the city’s streets or hiding places. Still, as he leaned against the brick wall of a building, eyeing the man’s equipment- he heard the sound of footsteps behind him. He turned his head, hoping it wouldn’t be anyone particularly important in the city.

[exploringprodigy]

( @quantum-shatter )

It was a particularly hot summer day in Piltover. Much too hot, in fact, to go adventuring unless he wanted to risk getting sun-struck. 

Tch. What a cheap excuse. Who was he trying to fool?

As if something as trivial as the weather could ever keep him from his thrill-seeking habits. Quite the contrary! Sudden downpour, a raging thunderstorm! If anything, unsuspected changes in the weather added to the experience. Besides, he had been on numerous trips through the Shuriman desert and had masterfully defied its zenith sun's shimmering heat while barely breaking a sweat. 

But today? No, he didn't feel like adventuring today. Today was a lazy day. Thus he had decided when he got up after sleeping in this morning. He hadn't felt like eating much either. For some reason the dull and heavy summer air was wearing him down and he felt an old unwelcome friend creeping up on him in the back of his mind - boredom. He wouldn't let it come to this. His feet shuffled across the dry sandy ground of the Piltovian market place, swirling up dust clouds as he went. He lifted his gaze and allowed himself to take it all in - there was so much to see here. Dozens and dozens of people going about their daily lives. The air was filled with bicker and banter and haggling. There were strange and exotic fragrances lingering, tickling his nose as he went by the stalls and vendors. Spices and incense straight out of Shurima! Fur and timbers from the Freljordian fjord regions. All these things summoned images in his mind, of places where he had been to, which he had seen and experienced for himself. The smell of seafood and daily fresh fish from the coastal regions reminded him how much he missed the sea... As he paced along, lost in thought, he felt the sun burn hot against the back of his head. He decided to seek the cooling shadows behind the market stalls to acclimatize before he would continue his stroll. As he stepped into the shadows it took him a few moments to get used to the change in lighting and he found himself rendered near completely blind for a minute. A few more blinks and his eyes adapted. The first thing he saw was a boy, probably younger than him, leaning against a wall, trying a little too hard to appear unsuspicious yet seemed strikingly interested in the tools vendor's merchandise. Ezreal furled his brows over this, as he perceived it, attempted theft. Clearing his throat loudly he stepped closer, scrutinizing the boy's behavior for a hint of surprise that could give away his intentions.

"Anything I can help you with...?"

[therpmemes]

                night in the woods → sentence starters

slightly edited in some cases to work for rp purposes. feel free to change phrasing or pronouns to fit your muse(s)!

❝ Do you think we’d be friends if we weren’t, like, stuck together in the same town? ❞

❝ My entire life feels like running after something that keeps moving away into the distance, while I stay in the same place. ❞

❝ I believe in a universe that doesn’t care and people who do. ❞

❝ We’re all gonna die if we don’t keep living. ❞

❝ Go legally braindead from lack of oxygen due to choking on my entire ass! ❞

❝ There is not one person on God’s Earth who doesn’t love tacos! ❞

❝ I am so scared all the time and the fear hurts. ❞

❝ Pretty amazing, to be something at least. ❞

❝ I have really up up days and really down down days. And I don’t know which it is until it’s over sometimes. ❞

❝ Plastic bags are the ghosts of supermarkets. ❞

❝ Being the only queer people in town sucks. ❞

❝ Not knowing how something worked used to seem like… magic. Now not knowing means it might be going wrong and I may not be able to fix it . ❞

❝ When I die, I want it to hurt. When my friends leave, when I have to let go, when this entire town is wiped off the map, I want it to hurt. Bad. I want to lose. I want to get beaten up. I want to hold on until I’m thrown off and everything ends. And you know what? Until that happens, I want to hope again. And I want it to hurt. Because that means it meant something.  ❞

❝ It’s a fantastic ass right? ❞

❝ No fascists at this party! ❞

❝ You could vape. ❞

❝ You know when your body is like ‘Uh whoa I almost died,’ and you get all hyper because you’re filled with dolphins? ❞

❝ At the end of everything, hold on to anything. ❞

❝ If anyone’s going to ruin your night, it should be you. ❞

❝ I’m like, proud of us all, for having good-ass lives in a shitty, stupid, good-ass town. ❞

❝ Nothing is going to save us forever, But a lot of things can save us today. ❞

❝ And nobody cares! I wanted someone to notice things aren’t OK. ❞

❝ Once haunted, can a place be unhaunted? ❞

❝ We devote ourselves to something we barely understand, something we can never touch. We give it a name, and we give ourselves a name for doing so. All of it creates this connection. And that connection, that becomes the thing we can touch. ❞

❝ Oh my god. That was dangerous. I could’ve died. THAT WAS AMAZING! ❞

❝ There was until one afternoon… where something just broke. Reality broke. ❞

❝ They said I had an anger problem, but that’s not true. ❞

❝ I know this won’t save me in the end, but I don’t need it to save me forever, I just need it to save me now. ❞

❝ I have the worst face. I have a nightmare face. ❞

❝ Don’t panic but we’re maybe all gonna die soon. ❞

❝ Okay, I don’t feel comfortable with you objectifying my boyfriend. ❞

❝ I’m gonna go run around naked in the wooooooods! ❞

❝ You can’t take a woman’s husband just because he’s dead! ❞

❝ I am super, super gay. ❞

❝ I think my total gayness came through to the discerning reader. ❞

❝ I am extremely unhappy and you’re the only person who knows. ❞

❝ My dad/mom/parents didn’t like me. ❞ 

❝ My dad used to hit me a lot. ❞

❝ My mom like, wouldn’t feed me. ❞

❝ I’d be locked in there for a day sometimes, or overnight. So I’d try to develop psychic powers so I could like signal to the neighbors or unlock the door. Didn’t work, as you might guess. ❞

❝ I never told anybody. After a while, I started feeling guilty too, for some reason. Like this was something bad I was doing? ❞

❝ Being abused isn’t your fault at all. ❞

❝ I’m just glad I didn’t – yeah, anyway. ❞

❝ My dad had to stop drinking because he was a danger to me and my mom. ❞

❝ I want to grow giant and pick you all up and carry you somewhere safe. ❞

❝ Screw it! I’m doing two beers! I’m doing beer! ❞

❝ I guess beer is just one of those horrible things adults do. Like doing taxes and having babies. ❞

❝ Time makes most dangerous things less dangerous. ❞

❝ I stayed and grew up while you left and stayed the same. ❞

❝ I don’t even believe in hell and I hope they go straight there. ❞

❝ Hey you get that porn off your laptop? ❞

❝ You’re a smooth talker. you’re a smoothie. ❞

❝ Eff college!! All those rich kids and hot people all wring sex and having papers with each other! ❞

❝ I was just saying you look like crap because I love you. ❞

❝ Let’s steal from my boss, who trusted me! ❞

❝ ______ is probably bipolar. ❞

❝ I don’t know what this feeling is. ❞

❝ Don’t ever say daddy again. ❞

❝ I can’t not give a shit. ❞

❝ I thought you couldn’t leave home because of your… issue? ❞

❝ You’re home enough. ❞

❝ Isn’t it illegal to smoke indoors? ❞ 

[sixpenceee]

Rocca Scaligera di Sirmione in Italy. A unique 13th-century castle surrounded by water, with steep climbs leading to scenic lake views. (Source)

[thefrozenrose-deactivated201807]

this looks like a dream 

[pharaohoftheghetto]

I will never be ashamed of the way I love. I love wholeheartedly and passionately and that is a good thing. I will not change my free and forgiving heart because of past circumstances. I will not punish myself for my openness and willingness to love others. I will not apologize for how I love.

[geyashvecova]

Art G.Shvecova (Design graphics - Pastel Series - Glow Pastel Stars_020418)

[memeasaurus-promptus]

Sparring/Training Sentence Starters

Requested by Anonymous

“Come on, then! Hit me!”

“Your stance is all wrong.”

“Am I doing this right?”

“I feel like I’ve been chewed up, spat out, and run over repeatedly.”

“Get down and give me 20!”

“How many miles/kilometers are we running?!”

“Hey! Watch where you’re swinging that!” 

“Nice punch! Now do it again!” 

“You won’t hurt me, I promise.” 

“My grip feels off…” 

“Have you ever used a(n) __ before?” 

“I don’t want to hurt you…” 

“I think I’m going to feel that tomorrow.” 

“If you can lift me up, then you can lift these weights just fine.” 

“On a scale of one to ten, how much did that hurt?”

“Here, you put your feet like this…” 

“Relax. I’m trying to help.” 

“Can you teach me how to __?”

“God, we stink.” 

“Are you doing okay?” 

“Are you alright?” 

“If I do fifteen push-ups, can I be done for the day?” 

“Come on! Another round!” 

“You can win this time!”

“Work your angle a little more and you got it perfect!” 

“What are you doing up at this hour?” 

“Where did you get that bruise?” 

“Hey, no, stop. You’re going to break your fingers punching like that.”

[exploringprodigy]

"You really must feel some sort of affection towards me, given that I don't even need to use my magic on you..." ( — evilusional )

"I don't think you're half as bad a person as you think." The smile the boy gave was genuine and heartfelt. In a strange way the lust demon had proven herself a true friend in times of need. After all it had been had who had picked him up time and time again after countless heartbreaks, mending the shattered mess past lovers had left him with. By now her embrace was all he cared for, along with her soothing voice whispering sweet nothings in his ear.

[len-yan]

offering by len-yan

[voidprophecies]

Icathia beckons…

ind. Mal’Zahar rp blog >> selective >> single fandom

                                                           rules  : :  muse  : :  ask

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[nanobarrier]

                            error 404     “The road to ruin is shorter than you think.” 

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[littledesertsparrow-blog]

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        Taliyah likes exploring and her affection for Ezreal makes itself present in the fact that she explores with him and offers him space. For a boy who’s so unhappy with being seen as a hero, only wanting to be left alone to explore as he pleases, Taliyah offers him just that.

        She often fixes his injuries should he get any, and she checks marketplaces for trinkets and items he might like or need for his trips. She buys him water canteens, skins to keep food in, and items like rope or matches. It’s a tough world out there and being his friend, Taliyah wants to make sure Ezreal is ready for that world. They have a very compatible sense of humor and both despise Noxians, so Taliyah finds common ground with Ezreal and works with that.