league of legends collection

Skully and his canon and oc League of Legends characters plus eventual AUs to other fandoms

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Hsr Au's:

Jhin gets to be a masked fool

Zheeva gets to be a self-annihilator

scotch is a masked fool too!

Kayn should be hunt but he might be destruction (aka kayn/hunt and rhaast/destruction)

Zane is a knight of beauty

aphelios is a mirror holder

Sett is a pathstrider of destruction but he holds only dismay toward nanook

pyke gets to be a galaxy hunter in this but his list is, as usual, very fucked up

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He was... quickly putting a few things together and deciding that maybe this was quickly getting to be at least in the top five for the week of weird things that liked to happen in this town. Namely a few descriptors from the week Graves had spent parading his newfound ‘fame’ before they had found someone actually crazy enough to buy the uniform and the gun and the colorful drunkard tavern tales of the month. 

This was... huh... well, this definitely wasn’t the weirdest thing ever. Just in the last three days, for sure. 

“... Huh.” Fate could hardly help the way his brow rose under the brim of his hat. “Well... woulda thought th’ titheless would be flatter than a pancake at the bottom of the sea but looks like that one’s wrong.” Of course, he was making a lot of assumptions for... well, whatever the hells this was that’s just crawled out of the waters. 

Definitely human-shaped, at least, so TF had that going for him. 

The scene brought to mind old bedtime tales an old seer would tell a young Tobias on sleepless nights, particularly when the waters of the Serpentine proved too much for a smooth sail to the next port. A bogeyman who’d rise to take naughty children down to the depths for sinning against their elders. 

Little Tobias Felix would’ve been frightened by this. Old Twisted Fate supposed he was, too, but he’d like to think he had a bit of sense to him. 

“I’d reckon anyone with half a brain ‘d have a healthy fear of the waters. ‘specially these with the things crawlin’ about them. Thems reasonable folk now.” A pause, a brief contemplation. He had a feeling he might know the answer to this but... “Y’ remember your name then, shade?” 

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A... name?

Yes, yes he had one, before and before AND before.

But he supposed the latest two were the same. Pyke, reverberated in his mind. Said by plenty of people, he could even remember their faces, remember their names the priestess had done marvelous work in teaching him how to navigate his duty, loyalty and self. Somehow the list had become all jumbled regardless.

And with it? His mind.

It seemed to irrevocably tied to that list. But while the list demanded action, it also demanded him to halt. Two conflicting principles colliding and leaving him in a rather conversational spirit. Suspended between two extremes he managed to reach out rather civilized. “There's plenty coin to be made in the waters.”, came with saccharine playfulness “unless your crew cuts your rope and sends you to the depth.”, like they did with him. “I am.”, a short hesitation, thinking about who he might have been once but no, he was and would be now. “I am Pyke.”, it's the name his companions had used. It's the name he had hesitantly but slowly managed to feel safe within a crew yet again.

Then the Harrowing had struck and torn it all asunder. The sentinels had plugged him from his misery but weren't able to fight his self inflicted confusion. If he was stunned by questioning opposites he couldn't possibly fight to help the ruin.

Regardless of the turmoil that Harrowing had brought upon him he was still... sentient and in control now. For his role had been rewritten due to the events.

“I have been a... Sentinel – of light. Once upon a time.”, he admitted after all “I have hunted for my own pain, for the wishes of a priest, for the wishes of a corrupted king – no, wait, against it.”, he shouldn't talk about that but who would ever believe someone looking mighty like a river folk?

“But now, I control the list.”, one waterlogged list appeared.

“Something about you should be on there. But there is no trace of you.”, Pyke unfolded to his complete height after being focused on the floor before.

“Who are you? And who is it who was as convinced about you to erase you from the list?”

@monenblogi (twisted fate meeting an urban legend)

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@monenblogi from there

The former jaul haunter sploshed upon the pier like spat out prey. He hated it. Hated how this sort of travel reminded him of his demise, his betrayal of how easily a life could be forfeited. So even though he was fine and aware of his surroundings he still felt like a survivor of a recent drowning. A sentiment that might never pass. In the shade provided by Bilgewater's night he got rid of the seawater, of the remains of the ghouls he had preyed upon before. While the stories had painted him senseless and the harrowing had painted him as such, he was no where near as degenerated as the stories made him out to be. The Sentinels had took him in, and while that in itself was downright ridiculous for most storytellers it did not mean that it did not happen

The list was all kinds of fucked up. The priestesses had fixed it once and the former fisher knew that the companions had a hand in the clarity he had back then. Something that had been just a memory as of lately. His mind had been wired to oppose the shadows and only recently had rediscovered the veil thread of free will. A free will that brought him upon the shores. And then -a voice reached him.

“I am.”, came the reply without a second of doubt, without ever considering to listen to the rest of the voice. His usual plan would have included stalking the tavern. But now? There was someone right there.

“I already went to the bottom of the seas.”, came the honest reply while he searched the shadows of the docks for the source of the voice. Ah, there he was. Looking nothing like a sailor, surely no one on the list, no one who would –

BETRAYER. Wait.

Pyke had inched closer to the position the river folk held. His eyes narrowed. It wasn't the call to action he had for people up there on the list that pulled him toward the tavern but...

“Do you fear the night?”, there was no judgment in the question. “Or is it the sea?”, it was a scary place after all. And if this stranger somehow managed to give him a slip of sanity he would hold onto it before or until he tried to solve his problems with the hook.

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please help me find an league rpc even if i only manage to write once in a blue moon

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-softly pushes sett into his zzz verse- hey, illegal fight rings canonically exist in the outer ring, so...

[feed-your-inbox]

Send my muse a 🎵 and they will post a song that they like listening to.

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It's freezing, the snow crunches under your knees hitting the ground, limbs heavy, the surrounding area painted red. What a hit. It only took the stranger one move to make you feel the gravity of your steps, actions – mind; anything really - and another to slice you open from bottom to top. It's only with a look down you realize it's you who left that mural in the Targon's whiteness.

You never saw it coming; it runs shivers down your spine that can't be accorded to the cold. Once tanned fingers move toward your wound in awe. No one has ever bested you in the ring, the training matches. Too fast, too strong, to fiery, a light they had to aspire to every since the spear appeared in your hand – snuffed out in a few seconds.

Really, you should feel bad and not happy about it. Finally meeting your match? Your match butchered you within the span of a breath. And you didn't even look at your killer yet.

Bright eyes move along the snow toward a figure wrapped in the shadows. A scarf, a scythe? Clearly no Solari, no heavy armour, no sword, no bravado. And then the shade moves closer, the moon finally enlightening the features that leave you awestruck. Lucky you, dying to the though of how unbearably beautiful your killer turned out to be.

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Breathe in, breathe out. Remember the pain, the burn, it will make you quicker, a reminder they won't ever have branded into mind and flesh. The warmth of blood running down your side yet again.

Breathe in, heavy step, breathe out, heavy step - your opponent thinks he's won, are you fine with that?

A twitch, fingers moving toward the weapon in the most subtle way. No, of course not. A Solari doesn't give up after all, you fight until you're burned to the ground.

*/That's not how it works for you, is it?/*

Such mockery coming from your own mind. Will you stand for it? Another step, the sound of a weapon slicing through the air. Your body moves before your mind – good, gracelessly tumbling out of the way.

You are quicker, lither – smarter – use it.

You have nothing to loose, your mind whispers softly, warmly. And that's what hurts more than the wound after all.

The sound of metal hitting the ground brings you back. No, you are not like them, you are something else and if you don't keep being on top of your game they will find out – and then they will end you.

So you set into motion, roll, grab the spear that represents your privilege and drive it into your former classmates armour.

Only the chosen survive.

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-whispers- talk league to me

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if i could pull of female characters i would do sevika because she is -chef's kiss- alas...

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“Another one off the list.”, the ever expanding list. The Buhru Priest had taught him that. She taught him that he had a choice within their goddesses whims. His choice was to shuffle the list. For as long as Nagakabouros kept him alive he would follow her whim, her targets but he will choose who to target first, who to follow, who to spare and who to aid. Now the later was certainly a rare occurrence. The one he dragged to the drenches today certainly hadn't even made it on the upper echelons of the list. But with the current head ruling Bilgewater the scum polluting the waters also dwindled and left him somewhat targetless.

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Ah, yes another dawn another opportunity – the troupe had just arrived at the village made quick friends with the innkeeper who took a shining to the unremarkable but well spoke stage hand. Following his guide they had followed toward the sunrise to witness the marvelous colors.

And there stepped upon the beach she had bloomed all so well, the ones she had asked to follow for her safety a wonderful splattered backdrop in eyes. There, in the sunrise, the true beauty of his carefully crafted art was revealed and memorized by his abilities. Ah, hopefully someone else would be able to adore his art since his troupe would surely be unwilling to perform on the well-prepared stage.

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I adore silco as a villain because he is not a villain he is a somewhat good man corrupted by his dreams following his ideals and

he is therefore so much like an OC I have for my other characters (Hyena)

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Fingers clenched upon the whispers of a dream, arm stretched out while still in bed.

"Father" the unspoken words came with a hushed breath.

Yes, the one he has been chasing, fighting relentlessly.

The one he could neither reach nor beat every day, the one providing him motivation and inspiration every single day. For as long as he cannot fight his father the half-vastayan would not lose.

He would remain on top, undefeated until his achievements rung loud enough for his bastard of a father to hear!

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Kayn's most trusted person is without a doubt Zed – but right afterward Rhaast comes into play and that is, undoubtedly a very bad decision.

Kayn is objectively a very impressive weapon prodigy but his own mind AND Rhaast cannot see it that way

He does not remember his family, for him, his father figure is his leader no matter how unrequited the familial feelings might be

sometimes he enjoys the 'easiness' and 'carelessness' Rhaast offers when taking over a littlte too much ( he fears )

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Sett is, obviously a 'mother's boy' but what people usually don't see? He is a big brother type to children, he will do his best to help kids he meets. All those stories about building an orphanage might not be true but do not doubt a second that a substantial amount of coin goes to orphans or orphanages.

Just because the things he tells his Mom aren't the truth doesn't mean he isn't investing in those things.