Wrap your roots all around my bones.

[ My League of Legends OC Blog ] ------------------------------------ NAME: Frej | TITLE: Heir of the soil | AGE: Unknown | RACE: Human | SEX: Male | SEXUALITY: Bi-curious

[heirofthesoil]

Another Hiatus I suppose

// Though rather late in declaring it, I think it’s only fair. I haven’t been inspired enough to do anything on here for a bit, so I’ll come back once I regain the inspiration. //

[ljungfrun]

- Right now all payments will be handled through PayPal. I’m looking at other services as well, but I feel very safe with PayPal. Please don’t send in payment as a donation or a gift, let me send out an invoice! - NSFW commissions will be open later on, but they will have a separate commission info posted on the other blog. Simple nudity is accepted here but for anything straight-up sexual, please refer to the other commission info. (Still a work in progress!) Contact Info E-mail: [email protected] - I prefer to handle my commissions over e-mail! It helps me organize and keep track of my commissions. - For those who already have me on Discord, that’s fine too but I will still need an e-mail address to send out an invoice to. - If you have questions you can contact me pretty much anywhere, even Tumblr is fine! To be honest, Tumblr is probably where you will get the fastest reply. Thank you for reading! Ever grateful if you decide to share!

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[theolanderwitch-deactivated2019]

Still playing around with Nea in Bilgewater

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[ljungfrun]

- All payments will be sent through PayPal. - NSFW commissions will be open later on, but they will have a separate commission info posted on the other blog. Simple nudity is accepted here but for anything straight-up sexual, please refer to the other commission info. (Still a work in progress!) Contact Info E-mail: [email protected] - I prefer to handle my commissions over e-mail! It helps me organize and keep track of my commissions. - For those who already have me on Discord, that’s fine too but I will still need an e-mail address to send out an invoice to. - If you have questions you can contact me pretty much anywhere, even Tumblr is fine! To be honest, Tumblr is probably where you will get the fastest reply. Thank you for reading! Ever grateful if you decide to share!

[heirofthesoil]

// Might as well contribute to munday with a pic from the Con! //

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Another munday pic that I absolutely did not take today ( @heirofthesoil i’m lying on his legs lmao) Good morning!

[ljungfrun]

Commission for the wonderful @crown-guard! Had such a good time working on this!

[mockwa]

I told you, no more fighting

[dont-tell-my-dm]

Aaand I slapped some colour on it.

[theolanderwitch-deactivated2019]

∅! :D

“Frej is many things,” she starts. “He’s not the brightest. He’s naive, he’s gullible… but I don’t believe there’s anybody as kind as Frej, and I’ve been around for quite some time!

I’d like to think that I could do anything for my home, no matter what becomes of me or anybody who would stand in my way. In the company of Frej, it’s not quite so simple. The way he just radiates hope and innocence, I can’t help but to think twice. I’d hate for him to see the side of me that is selfish, inconsiderate, hateful… I couldn’t stand the thought of hurting him.”

She sighs. “He’s got his charm, he’s a very sunny person, and I don’t expect everybody to get that. However, you may be sure that if anybody harms him, I am not holding back. If I ever had faith in people, I found it in him.”

[heirofthesoil]

Wow! Through the bushes & sing me off!

// Oh!! Gosh you flatter me! Well I’m glad you think my details and narration is good, I always strive to make it more colourful and interesting though I believe myself I am far from the people I look up to.That lines of my work stick with you also comes as a bit of a surprise, but I suppose — yet again — that I just have rather high expectations of myself. There are certainly lines I am proud of and maybe I should acknowledge that more //

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[heirofthesoil]

Vladimir bears little love for the wilderness, particularly the untamed wilds closest to the Freljord; the sight of a lovely young man wearing a naive smile and vastly less clothing than he ought to might have ordinarily lifted Vlad's spirits, but as he draws closer, it becomes apparent that he's no creature of flesh and blood. Vladimir's smile has turned to a scowl by the time the stranger reaches him, and it's only curiosity that keeps him here. "Not a drop of blood in you, is there, boy?"

Frej spotted the strange man from a distance, with hair even paler than his own — it was positively white — and had begun his lumbering half-jog towards him to ask for further directions. He didn’t particularly enjoy traversing further into Noxus but even the cold lifeless soil of the violent nation could keep him from finding his best friend and surprise her on the anniversary of the day they met. For a few hours now he had made little progress locating the building she had described in her letters, and every Noxian he came across seemed to avoid him like the plague or straight out tell him to fuck off; except for this one.

He raised a hand in greeting as he had been taught by Nea, but before he could politely ask the white haired man to point him towards his goal, he was confronted with quite an interesting question. “Well, yes… and no.” the Freljordian spirit scratched his head, “It’s blood I have been told. But not entirely, it’s very …sticky. My friend says it flows like syrup, but I don’t know what syrup is so I will have to take her word for it”

Frej pulled back his cloak with a bright smile and stretched out his naked arm like a child excited to show his fried a new toy — completely distracted from his purpose — “Would you like to see?”

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Nea's bent over her desk, and the candle atop it is scarcely a stub. She's hard at work on another of her schemes, no doubt - Vladimir rarely bothers himself with the intricacies of her work, excepting the rare occasions she actually asks for his input. He enjoys watching them play out, but has little interest in the details - not when the woman concocting them is so much more appealing. "Come, my dear," he prompts, winding both arms about her waist from behind. "Enjoy more personable company."

Nea had barely noticed herself, but as the hours had passed her fine handwriting had turned into a near incomprehensible, furious scribbling. Page after page pushed to the side as she wrote letters and theoretics. She was eager to present them, but the recipient in question was by far one of the most dense individuals she had ever had the misfortune to meet. An arrogant fellow, completely ignorant of the origin of things. How he was allowed his position in the Noxian community of magic baffled her, and that she needed his approval to study a Shuriman artefact… Dear god.

It all came to a halt as she was brought back to the present by Vladimir. She leaned back against him, closing her eyes as she let out a heavy sigh. He was right. At the very least she could afford herself a break. Translating centuries of study into idiot was exhausting, and all the more so when the listener made habit of turning a deaf ear to logic.

“You’re right,” she confirms to him. A moment of silence passed as she considered telling him what all this was about. Ultimately she decided that she just wanted to forget about it for a while. “How about a walk,” she suggests. “The world is falling asleep, I think it’s such a wonderful time.”

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🖤 only to gradually turn to ❤️ (morals-and-immortals, forgot to send -v-)

“I can never allow myself to fall in love with a mortal.” Nea held on to this promise for dear life, hoping to preserve herself through the hardships she had tasked herself with.

When they first met she was at his mercy, but she laughed that superior laugh that only an immortal looking down on a mortal could do. It should have ended there but he let her off that night, realizing that killing her would do nothing. Instead he travelled with her, stubborn to find a way to end her.They didn’t get along at first. The way Lewis saw her irked Nea, but slowly their conversations grew less hostile. Soon enough, he’d even find that they shared the same view on immortality. Somebody who wasn’t born an immortal would only be torn asunder by the burden, and little by little their humanity would erode away. Not long after, she made him a promise. She promised her that once her home was freed, she’d return to him so that he could put her to rest for good.From that point on, they’d only grow fonder of one another. She started to feel like a mortal in his company, like a living person. As an immortal, she might as well have been dead already. When time and death no longer means anything, then neither does life and she had not been holding on to life for a long time.

This morning, she watched him work. Assembling guns and various tools for another hunt. Neither of them wanted to fall in love, but at some point they had no choice but to accept it for what it was. He still hunted immortals, and she was still trying to free Rochburg by any means, but they would always come back for eachother whenever they found the time. It wasn’t hard to admit anymore, but it still felt strange. Despite everything, Nea had found true love in the embrace of this man named Lewis Thompson.