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an indie ahri blog.

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                                                                                                              i am coming for them all.❞

                independent league of legends' ahri blog.

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you were gone for a long while. Welcome back :]

// thank you so much! i’m glad to be back. ;v; ♡

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– the return!

// after teasing about it and not even doing a comeback – i’ve officially slipped into a phase of life where i’m able to fully hop back into writing, so i’ve returned to the blog i’ve missed writing for most - this one!  i’ll gradually be redoing aspects of this blog and everything else, buuuut – if you’d like a starter, please like this post! if you’d like to plot / chat or anything, feel free to im me or message me!  ♡ ♡ ♡

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Mun Views

A quick warning. These views may be unpopular, or controversial, but they are subjective.

1. On formatting.

2. On OCs.

3. On smut.

4. On your fandom.

5. On exclusivity.

6. On 'burnbookisms'/anti-blogs.

7. On hate.

8. On positivity.

9. On OOC posts.

10. On URLs.

11. On your character.

12. On your own writing.

13. On following back.

14. On one-liners.

15. On tumblr.

16. On roleplaying in general.

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“Well I don’t entirely mind-” Tilting his head to the side slightly, Teemo would look over his tails and perked up ears in interest. She didn’t look human, but certainly wasn’t a yordle, some sort of creature he hadn’t encountered before. Although questioning what on earth someone even was as a first conversation was plain rude.

“-as long as whoever wants to call me as such respects the fact I am still a solider!”

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her tails swish with a childlike excitement as she plops  down before him, a sheepish attempt to match his height. ❝ are you a soldier for bandle city, or for something else? ❞ she hums with delight; his garb was different, entirely-  her mind couldn’t place it to any ionian thing, which only causes her to further question his place in the forest. though she doesn’t necessarily mind his presence; yordles were always her weakness!

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“Don’t they get in the way? I mean c’mon.      They’re giant ass ears.”

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a hand raises to touch one of her ears as she emits a sheepish chuckle. ❝ not particularly, though i’ve probably gotten used to them by now! they still seem to freak other people out, though ... ❞ 

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Aatrox nods. “I am something of a superstition to mortals… Some cultures worship me as a god or revere me as an angel, while others view me as a monster or demon. The Ionian name for me literally translates to ‘War Demon’ in the common-tongue, actually.” He chuckled. “But myths about me in general are, admittedly, scarce in this land… In fact, you are more likely to meet an Ionian familiar with one of my brothers…”

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❝ ionians seem to fear many things, many ‘myths’, they’d dare to call. ❞ she scrunches her nose for a moment, then turns to face the other completely. a smile laces at her lips && she admires the being before her. ❝ oh, brothers? ❞ her eyebrows raise, an ear twitching with curiosity. ❝ are they aspects of particular things just as you? ❞ 

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The Gargoyle stared down at the other will Dull eyes, glowing a soft blue, like two lanterns in the distance. “It is a subjective topic. Many claim such as you do, a brilliant fascination, but it matters not to me. They see nothing past my exterior, they care not for what lies underneath all of the stone. Though I can tell when it is genuine. I have learned that over the years.” Rocks creak as the statue-esq beast adjusts his position, standing and stretching monstrous wings. “But those who think so are few and far between.”

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her eyes linger onto the color of his for a few seconds,  fascinated in their radiant hues—though she quickly snaps out of her trance, and her hands set on her hips. ❝ you state so, yet that only fascinates me more—just who is the creature behind such stone? ❞ a giggle spills past smiling lips. a gargoyle, she had heard; the word  was funny, yet she had a variety of names thrown at her to try and label her species, as well. yet, he is something she had never laid eyes upon in all her years, which only intrigues her more.

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The esoteric corners of Ionia held its share of larger-than-life legends - although Irelia finds she can verify the existence of at least one of its myths. A very inquisitive living myth at that. “The bounties of nature are open for both king and layman to enjoy. I am here out of reverence towards this holy ground.”

The blades sway around her with a neutral judgment, seeing no threat from the fox-woman. “The mountain is known for bringing inspiration to travelling bards of old - and for the legends of the mischievous kitsune that prowls the forests at its base.”

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the woman’s moving blade distracts yellow hues, pupils tracing their outline before they snap towards the general once more. ❝ that i agree upon. i was merely inquisitive, friend! apologies for any misunderstandings. ❞ a low chuckle spills past her lips before she taps a finger to her bottom lip. ❝ as i have heard many times before. although i am said to be mischievous, i am not dangerous. unless provoked, of course! ❞ 

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I will give you the world –– –– If you just           worship me.

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The ronins head turned towards the town, looking in its direction. He thought of why he went there as often as he did. Besides the little factors like food and an actual place to stay he wondered why he was drawn back to such a simple town.

Was it the fact that he was born there? Raised there until he was thrown into the same sword school that changed his life? Possibly. It just seemed rather odd, usually he’d try to avoid places like that. He wouldn’t want to bring any trouble to people who were kind to him now or in the past, but he still came back. He felt like a lost puppy, trying to find its way back to a place called home.

“Yeah… Business…”

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the emotion that visibly writes itself over his features is something that doesn’t go unnoticed; her hand reaches out to gently grace his cheek, gently turning his face to look upon her once more—her own features greeting him with a smile. ❝ i am sure whatever you have there is great, friend! ❞ with a gentle tug to his wrist, she begins to walk the path towards the town, tails swishing eagerly.  ❝ come on! before it gets too dark and loud—i don’t want to be stuck in that situation again, although ... ❞ her nose furrows with a scrunch. ❝ i won’t be able to go in any terribly public places, you must imagine—people cannot seem to fathom my tails! i don’t understand why. ❞ 

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“Ah, thank you very much Ahri,” Irelia extended her hand to grab the drink, taking a sip, “Aaah, that hits the spot.” She placed the drink on the coffee table in front of her and leaned back into the sofa, placing her arms on the back of her head. Irelia’s eyes took note of the flustered looking intern and decided to do something about it.

“You’ve been here quite a while Ahri and your hard work hasn’t gone unnoticed. Instead of playing fetch doing coffee runs or boring paper work, how would you like to join me in the booth today? Get some real hands on experience in radio work!”

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her eyes watch eagerly as the other sips at her drink, hopeful that she hadn’t gotten the incorrect order this time ‘round— a smile graces her features once the other compliments her drink, and a weight is relieved from her shoulders. she visibly relaxes, moving to take a seat on the other corner of the sofa. though her relaxed mood doesn’t rest long as she perks up  upon the other’s flourish of compliments. ❝ oh!—really? ❞  she had only dreamed of it prior; the suggestion stunned her, and for a moment, she only gaped. but she quickly  regains her composure and nods enthusiastically. ❝ i’d love that! i’m not experienced with it at all, though - are you sure? ❞ 

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The demon was finishing his meal, when what appeared to be a cross between a fox and a human speaked to him “Oh child, I am neither of those. But who are you? Dont you know interrupting someone’s dinner is very ill-mannered?”Tahm returned to the half devoured corpse he was holding

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the carnivorous manner of the other spooks her, and she  brings a tail to her front to wrap her arms around it, though her fear doesn’t tinge at her features. ❝ i am not aware of mortal manners. ❞ she looks at him quizzically, but quickly erases the expression from her features. ❝ i am ahri. just who are you, then? i do not think i have seen a creature like you grace these lands before. ❞ 

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The dragon let out a longing sigh as he looked up into the star lit sky

Originally posted by ohgandalf

“I…no longer remember her name” sadness could be felt on his words “But I cant tell you what I felt when I forged her: overwhelming joy, hapiness, pride. She always shinned brighter than her sisters”

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his words are laced with despair, which result in her reaching a hand to tenderly press against his scales. ❝ you have created many wonders, my dear. i could not expect you to remember them all. ❞ a sympathetic smile etches over her features.  ❝ why, i tend to forget the names of the creatures in my forest! i could not imagine knowing the names of all the objects in the sky. ❞ 

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The presence of the other was surely not welcome, and she merely keeps up her pace whilst trying to take a peek of – whatever it is that had been following her for the past few minutes.  Perhaps she’s just being a little skittish? Maybe she’s too jumpy for her own good. But then again, there’s really no reason for her to lower her guard. With a sharp turn, she points the tip of her sword to the other, head cocks slightly whilst brows creases lightly.

“–State your business.”

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the sharp edge that is suddenly presented to her is something unexpected, though her face retains its smile as she daringly steps forward once more. ❝ i am friendly, if you are concerned. you could easily take me down; i would be a fool to approach you with harmful intent. ❞ her tone is rich with cordiality, and she tilts her head as she examines the other. approaching a  stranger (yet—is she truly? for her face had been ingrained in ahri’s mind for days), it was expected for the other to react harshly, but her tails only swish with eagerness. ❝ you are captivating in your ways; nature has spoke of you in praise, yet you have only been within it for a few days. i am curious to learn the mystery that is you. ❞ 

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“I am astonished. My name has reached these lands as well?” Her response is calm, despite the figure that emerges from the forests. A pair of soft white ears, a burst of soft white tails, eyes that are sharp yet captivating— these are features of an ethereal being.

(Dangerous, unknown, and beautiful.)

“But to answer your question, madame, I simply use a product made in Piltover,” Fiora replies. “Now allow me to ask you a question as well— what are you, exactly?”

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a smile is given, one that causes her eyes to crinkle into slits as she hums out a response. ❝ certainly! demacia’s tales travel far through ionian forests. many of your adventurers brave the nature here. ❞ slender fingers gently comb the fur to a tail that is brought before her, relaxing  before the other. however, her eyes still rest on the woman before her, golden eyes admiring her sharpened features. the tales never told of how beautiful she was; mostly just of her swiftness. ❝ i will have to find a way there, then! i have always admired people with such color! perhaps a pink tail would be nice? or a streak, like yours—❞ another long hum escapes her lips before she speaks again.  ❝ i am of many names, ones negative and tasteful; i am a fox, yet human. the ionian name is a gumiho, though i am not in preference of it. ❞ she pulls her eyes from their gaze at the tail betwixt her palms and onto the woman before her. ❝ i have taken up the name ahri, however. though you  may call me whatever you’d like! ❞ 

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     he is silenced by the chains of manners & unwillingness to ( upset )      a being of ( frightening ) power; tip of tongue appears locked. the       plate of ( foliage ) does not tempt his palate & eyes cloak it well.       but, she had claimed it was the ( finest ). so he will give it a try.      talon – feared assassin, forks the greens past his lips and moves      jaw to mince between teeth.    ❝  would you have a beverage to accompany this - meal? ❞ 

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the stoic expression that graces his features is untelling,  yet she still watches with enthusiasm. perhaps she could have done better for someone of noxus; someone with refined tastes, as depicted in his garb and blades. yet she would only provide so far, for which requiring a stranger to wait for hours for meat to cook upon a fire seemed  unmannered. she perks at his question, however, and gives a quick nod. ❝ i have just the thing brewing! do you like tea, friend? ❞ her voice rings out melodically, already moving to grab a stolen mug (from an ionian tavern—one of such  distaste that they would certainly forget about it) and not awaiting his answer, pouring the heated substance into it. bringing it over to him, her smile is a bit more hopeful this time, for her salads may not be delicious to humans, but her tea was exquisite.