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𝚆𝙴𝙻𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝙷𝙰𝚂𝙰𝙺𝙸𝙸. independent selective 𝚈𝙰𝚂𝚄𝙾 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚄𝙽𝙵𝙾𝚁𝙶𝙸𝚅𝙴𝙽 of riot games' 𝙻𝙴𝙰𝙶𝚄𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝙻𝙴𝙶𝙴𝙽𝙳𝚂. penned by gaunter ( he / him, 18+ )
‘𝙲𝙰𝚄𝚂𝙴 𝙸 𝙰𝙼 𝙳𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝙼𝚈 𝙶𝚁𝙰𝙲𝙴𝙻𝙴𝚂𝚂 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚁𝚃 / 𝚂𝙾 𝚃𝙾𝙽𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃 𝙸'𝙼 𝙶𝙾𝙽𝙽𝙰 𝙲𝚄𝚃 𝙸𝚃 𝙾𝚄𝚃 & 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙽 𝚁𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃
‘𝙲𝙰𝚄𝚂𝙴 𝙸 𝙰𝙼 𝙳𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝙼𝚈 𝙶𝚁𝙰𝙲𝙴𝙻𝙴𝚂𝚂 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚁𝚃 / 𝚂𝙾 𝚃𝙾𝙽𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃 𝙸'𝙼 𝙶𝙾𝙽𝙽𝙰 𝙲𝚄𝚃 𝙸𝚃 𝙾𝚄𝚃 & 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙽 𝚁𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃
also the next time anybody needs anything from me you better just im me in private instead of @ ing me on dash in front of everyone
so anyway I’m going unaffiliated w the league rpc bc 90% of it just does not know how to fucking act
alright what the actual fuck is “white coding”
like if you wanna stay mutuals
Truth & Dream Dragon Yasuo Splash Art Concepts - Chengwei Pan
please like && reblog this to promote a new YONE rp blog ? these tend to get around quicker than actual promos do.
yasuo being compelled to speak with yone and make up with him or at least try to because yone’s on a timer, he doesn’t have forever vs yasuo not wanting to do anything that isn’t on yones terms because he only knows how to cope with avoidance and doesnt know how to handle it if it ends poorly
why did it completely blow over my head that sylas has voice lines w yasuo
is it actually possible that the smear campaign on yasuo spread OUTSIDE OF IONIA
Sorry, brother…
camavala·:
❝ ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴛ ᴘᴇʀꜰᴇᴄᴛ ɪɴ ᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʀᴀɴꜱᴄᴇɴᴅᴇɴᴛ ɪɴ ᴏᴜʀ ɴᴏʙɪʟɪᴛʏ: both aspects dwell in each of us, and we has’t free will to cull which we desire to dominate our actions, and thus our destinies. ❞
𝚈𝙰𝚂𝚄𝙾 𝙼𝙴𝚁𝙴𝙻𝚈 stares, adoringly. he doesn’t know what any of that means, but viego is the one saying it, so ... it must be pretty good.
❝ uh huh. tell it like it is, viego. ❞
fukainoumi·:
❝ mm… no, i am not. the land i come from is… long gone from this world. ❞ not forever, he thinks to himself, but keeps that particular thought locked away safely within his own heart. ❝ when you have lived for hundreds of years, there are many things you will see. ❞ the kindness this stranger no doubts fears will disappear, does not – even when he draws nearer and crouches down beside him. Fai makes no immediate movements and simply rests on his laurels, admiring this magnificent scenery splayed out before them. it is exactly the kind of place he has been needing to see after all those long weeks he’d spent locked up in Demacia’s library.
this world was a vast well of knowledge filled to the brim with things he had yet to learn, but he could only spend so much time holed up before he grew restless with longing for nature again. fortunately his studies had soon concluded and he was able to part with a grateful smile on his lips – quickly stumbling upon this place shortly thereafter. ❝ my name is Fai Fluorite. ❞ he says, realizing he had yet to introduce himself to him. ❝ Fai will suffice. may I also have your name, handsome stranger? or would you prefer to keep it to yourself? i will understand of course. not everyone gives their identities away so willingly. ❞ he chuckles.
𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁𝙴𝚁 stalls, if only for a second. his name is as tarnished in this land as the sword at his hip ― but would a stranger know the tale of yasuo, and his stained blade ?? throat clears, feeling the slightest prick upon his cheeks ( the word ❝ handsome❞ well at work, it seems ) as his hands clasp together. ❝ … GHOST, my name is ghost. it’s, ah, nice to meet you, fai ― that’s a much nicer name. ❞ another layer of defense, just in case fai has heard the story of the dishonorable, the brother-killer, the ghost.
but, beyond all of his walls, yasuo cannot help but behold the other man with curiosity. a stranger to ionia, born of a home long lost and hundreds of years old ... seeking only to look at FLOWERS ?? a small part of him insists that something here is wrong, and yet, he cannot place what. dark eyes stay trained on the blooms before he turns his head, regarding fai with resigned wonder.
❝ … hundreds of years ?? you’ve truly lived this long ?? ❞ within a moment, he realizes the crudeness of his words; head bows, face burning. ❝ er, forgive me ― i don’t mean to be rude. you don’t look a day over twenty, haha … ❞
camavala:
starter for @hasakii 💚
༻༺ what was he doing? a fair question, one he couldn’t quite make an answer for. they had met before — at different times, with varied lucidity. ionia as a whole , as the land itself revolted against his presence , the innate magic of it recognizing the darkness of the mist. usually he would heed nature, lest it draw more attention to himself than he desired, but for now it was ignored.
he remembers most clearly the ronin && the kindness shown , despite everything . perhaps it is the draw of such kindness being afford again that has him here, and yet hesitation holds him back. he was, afterall, still the ruined king. no matter what state of mind , how clear or how confused he was, he remained to be a force of evil , a villain . with that knowledge, he ought to simply keep to his own , spare himself && the living the strife of his presence. but he doesn’t. mist lingers && creeps , masquerading himself from the wanderer.
for what reason remains to be decided, but in the least he is pleased to see he yet persists. it is far easier to trail behind when night falls, shadowing with just enough distance so as to not be too upfront. this game of follow the leader ends when the other man seems to settle for the night , && the wraith’s mist curls overhead amidst sparse branches, providing the ruined king with a place to remain until he ultimately was driven by something to move again.
𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴 𝙸𝚂 some sort of irony in it, a man like him followed by a force so malevolent as the mist. the old ladies of his village would be screaming and squawking like the cowardly birds they embodied if they were to see him now: we always knew that boy was trouble, we always knew that boy was cursed. the thought prompts a ghost of a SMILE to twitch onto his features as he warms his hands by the fire. maybe they were right, maybe not; but he will not let the thought eat at him anymore.
the unluckiness and poor treatment of him thereof in those days was what spawned his kindness to the ruined king, of all people. to commit such gruesome deeds in the wake of your misery, your grief ― yasuo understands, far better than he perhaps liked to admit. the people he had wronged would not let the ronin forget the blood of his past, just as the world would not let viego forget HIS.
he had often wondered if their paths would cross again. his gaze finds the mist curling about in the trees, and he cannot help but feel pleased to behold such a thing.
❝ … is that you, viego ?? ❞ yasuo calls with a hint of laughter in his voice, arms resting ‘pon his knees. he moves to pat the space beside him on the ground in what he hopes is a friendly gesture. ❝ you don’t have to hide, my friend. come, sit with me a while. ❞
very gently sets a shipping call here