DREAM OF ME

dream with me.

[herdream]

would you, maybe, possibly, perhaps want to dream with me?

private, highly selective lillia, the bashful bloom from league of legends. written by libra.

[herdream]

league community die challenge. 

[herdream]

@spiritcleave​   replied   : 

I GO :D BUT VERY FAST

[spiritcleave]

this is a bit lazy,  but i never promo,  so  ——  hello.  my name is ramiel,  and if you happen to be interested in interacting with a new  yone  from  league of legends,  we’d so appreciate a  like or reblog  on this post!

[herdream]

ramiel??? RAMIEL???

[herdream]

would you, maybe, possibly, perhaps want to dream with me?

private, highly selective lillia, the bashful bloom from league of legends. written by libra.

[herdream]

What are your thoughts on Lillia and Yone's interactions with each other?

i absolutely love them! before i heard abt them actually having interactions i had a lowkey feeling but highkey want for them to have some sort of tie together because of them being released so closely w one another. i’d love to write with a yone to flesh out their meeting and their dynamic in general! to know there’s someone lillia can easily talk to without sounding nervous ... it warms my heart.

[herdream]

omg hey lillia

if y’all wondering what’s going on i feel like tumblr is slowly breaking my inbox so ric is harassing me to help

[bokkitoki]

im not a jungler but.. look how prettyyy😿😿😿🌸💕

[herdream]

i have lillia brainrot.

[herdream]

???   /   hamartio​:

ODD WOULD BE THE EASIEST WAY to define him, the gentlest as well. he reeks of death and sorrow, the mist clinging to him like he’s something precious—he is not, but he knows it has an attachment to him, as the last living remnant of the isles. humming, deep voice low, he adjusts his cloak, bringing the mass of souls and black mist a pull towards himself, away from her. “yes… i am fine.” he replies, vacant eyes avoiding her, looking over her smaller frame. you want us to spare the living—you know we cannot, yorick…! instead of answering, this time, the shepherd of souls simply remains silent, refusing to dignify the maiden with any answer. 

then, she speaks of dreams. 

he can’t recall having any of those in the past century or centuries. had he ever had them, even before the isles had gone dead? silent still for a moment longer, he finally looks back at her, stern but not quite unkind. “my dream…? i don’t recall having any of those. tell me, little one, how did you hear it?”

❛ i ...  ❜  how? well, she was born with the ability to, of course! it was second nature, it was who she was - lillia, the shy fae fawn who lived alone ... away from the world with only the dreams of strangers  &  all things around her to keep her company.  ❛  it is ... m - my gift? i cannot explain, they come to me in whispers, or the sound of twinkles and chimes ...  ❜  her voice softens,  &  so does the grip on her branch, the bud swaying ever so gently. he was odd, that much she already knew, but there was ... something about him that calms her nerves.

lillia didn’t know what it was, maybe it was because he refrained from looking at her. or perhaps it was the fact that he was so kind ... ! he didn’t shoo her away or belittle the sign of goodwill she extended to him. so why was ... ?  ❛  everything ... and everyone has a dream  —  eep!  ❜   she’s startled by the sudden gaze  &  she grips her branch but at the sound of his question has her fidgeting.  ❛  y - your dream ... i heard weeping ...  it carried on the wind  —  as if it was a plea. i guide dreams to the dreaming tree after i listen to their call. it is my purpose  —  ❜

[herdream]

???   /   hamartio​:

THE MIST FOLLOWS HIM WHEREVER HE GOES. yorick has long grown used to the idea that he does not belong among the living, whether the tears of life make him remain so, but he has long concluded that even he must be willing to make greater sacrifices; to acquire the knowledge necessary to defeat the curse, he must search beyond the isles. he expects none to approach him, but it seems that he was wrong in his assumption. a colorful creature, very unlike anything he’s seen back at home, approaches him, wide-eyed, innocent, worried. 

how quaint, to worry for one like him…!

let us consume her, the maiden whispers, insidious as ever. the gravedigger’s grasp on his spade tightens, jaw setting. “—no.” he realizes the other may listen and his expression barely softens, but something still gives under the hood of his cloak. “… that. was not your answer, little one. i am fine. you needn’t worry.”

❛ ... no ... ?  ❜  uh oh, he was h  —  oh. he wasn’t? what an odd man! was he speaking to her or was he not?  ❛  so you’re not? oh, good ... ! i - i wouldn’t have known what to do if you were.  ❜  at least she’s honest, though, she was still intimidated by the other, it was very obvious that he could probably crush her with his gaze alone! but assuming such wouldn’t be nice, right?  ❛  you seem ... distant. y - your mind i mean, wait, no not your mind    —  your dream ... !  ❜  she blurts out, as if she finally managed to get her point across.  ❛  i heard it. your dream ... ! it was faint, cold ... sad  —  ❜

[herdream]

me pointing at yorick: that’s my dad

[herdream]

dancing through a dream, underneath the stars laughing till the morning comes, everyone that leaves has a heavy heart oh, wonderland, i love

[herdream]

❛  are you okay ... ?  ❜  her voice is soft, calm  &  careful when she asks the man. she hugs the tall tree as gentle eyes watched, he was sitting there moments prior, he was so still, too! what was he doing? the faintest echoes  &  rings of a dream called to her  &  so she followed. lillia followed  &  followed the whispers  &  cries, but they grew darker  &  darker with each step closer. it scared her, to venture closer to what could’ve very well be a nightmare. but the dream is now encased in the bud of the branch  &  she’s shaking as she speaks.  ❛  y - you were having a nightmare ... weren’t you ... ?  ❜   @stcries​  ( yasuo! )

[herdream]

❛  eep!  ❜  she yelps, hopping away from the water’s edge. lillia’s eyes were wide with fear, oh, calm my quaking legs ...! she thinks to herself, you can do it, lillia! you are a strong fawn  &  you are armed, what could hap -  ❛  ah, nooo!  ❜   &  she’s dashing off as if her life depended on it the moment the - something came up from the water. the fae fawn hides behind the thick trunk of the nearest tree  &  she clings to it, trying to calm her nerves.  ❛  o - oh, lillia they can’t e - even come on land! why are y - you shaking?!  ❜   /   @oceanbrings​

[herdream]

❛  i - ivern! ivern, you’re here ... !  ❜  she’s delighted as she begins to prance about the thick, heavy roots of the surrounding trees. maneuvering with grace -  ❛  wh - whoa - oof ... !  ❜  she falls  &  her branch clatters to the leaf - covered ground, shaking her head to rid herself of the illuminating dust that coated the wild shrooms and branches. lillia huffed, almost grace. one day, she will learn to refrain from her delighted prances. but she’s excited nonetheless! ivern is here!  ❛  i - i’m okay, i’m aaalright!  ❜   /   @godwillow​