My Arrows Always Find Their Mark

ᴀꜱ ᴍʏ ᴀʀʀᴏᴡꜱ ꜰʟʏ ＴＨＥＲＥ　ＷＩＬＬ　ＢＥ　Ａ　ＧＲＥＡＴ　ＣＲＹ　ＩＮ　ＲＵＮＥＴＥＲＲＡ ꜱᴜᴄʜ ᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜᴀꜱ ʙᴇᴇɴ 𝗡𝗢𝗥 𝗔𝗦 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘 𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥 𝗪𝗜𝗟𝗟 𝗕𝗘 𝗔𝗚𝗔𝗜𝗡 Ind. Semi-sel Varus, by Cirrus Follow/asks : Holydestruction

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   ｔｈａｔ  ｓｏｕｎｄ  ｙｏｕ  ｈｅａｒ  ｉｓ  ｔｈｅ                                     ＡＲＲＯＷ  ＯＦ ＲＥＴＲＩＢＵＴＩＯＮ

Ind. // semi-sel. // Darkin Varus // Cirrus.

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𝒮tar guardian

[[ Artwork by eraiviolett on twitter ]]

I really actually love this idea, so I’m going to be using this as Varus’ base Star Guardian lore.

Much like Steven Universe, Varus’ existence bears heavily on the remaining members of Valmar and Kai’s teams(unless otherwise discussed, I assume Akali, Caityln, and Zyra were the survivors). The three both mourn their teammates, and initially found it extremely difficult to look at and interact with Varus.

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Thank you so much @vantasei :D  here’s some warm up Varus sketches for you guys4

Bonus:

[vixtionary-a-deactivated2024012]

 “ Surrender the treats at once! ”

[femmemidna]

We had another name, once. Now, we are Darkin.

[origami-assassin]

“Don’t touch me!”                                   “A wise request, but a useless one, all the same.”

Inspired by an RP with @pallas-resting.  Jezebel and Varus.

              DO NOT REMOVE CREDIT

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                                     ʟᴇᴀɢᴜᴇ ᴏꜰ ʟᴇɢᴇɴᴅꜱ

                                             Independent                                                              Selective

                                              ＫΛＹＮ

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me, yelling in discord about how they snuck in an update on the darkin while I was away from League rp, and saw nary an update about it.

Anyway, as a heads up, my Varus shall remain canon compliant.

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Darkin (Official League art)

Varus, Rhaast, Aatrox

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𝒮tar guardian

[[ Artwork by eraiviolett on twitter ]]

I really actually love this idea, so I’m going to be using this as Varus’ base Star Guardian lore.

Much like Steven Universe, Varus’ existence bears heavily on the remaining members of Valmar and Kai’s teams(unless otherwise discussed, I assume Akali, Caityln, and Zyra were the survivors). The three both mourn their teammates, and initially found it extremely difficult to look at and interact with Varus.

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VIOLENCE  IS  MY  BUSINESS    ————

           (  sett  of  RIOT’s  league  of  legends .  by  rye .  personals  don’t  reblog . )

————   AND  BUSINESS  IS  BOOMING .

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@pallas-resting​ [cnt from x]

Cursed child... Shoulders squared on the petite assassin.  Her inner calm stirring with hateful disgust and anger over the way he looked down upon her.  The same way her Master looked upon her.  The same way Noxians, and Ionians alike seem to regard her for the blood the flows in her veins.

Unbeknownst to her, the fuel within her was a bastardization of mixed beings; Vastayan and human, warped from its origins by the cruel, relentless magic the Noxian noble had plagued her with throughout her life.  And perhaps in this too, was a source of her rage.  A struggle to survive the onslaught of what humanity had done to the world.  To its magic.  And to what had become of her’s.

She didn’t know what this creature was looming over her.  But nothing in her made her want to back down when he repeatedly degraded her being, insulting her as if she was so far beneath his status.

Lips parted to speak, but found her tongue clamped sharp between teeth.  She didn’t know enough about this creature to go picking a fight, and relentlessly throwing her own insults back at him was bound to go wrong in the worst possible way.  Instead she answers.  A quiver of rage beneath the otherwise even tone.

“I will have my revenge.”

A step back.  Place distance between if for only her sake.  Survive.  Because if she fell in this encounter, it would mean an end to her endeavors. 

It was then that a timid little origami crane head peered out from within the inner fold of her hood.  It stared eyeless towards the intimidating figure of Varus with its little head crept down like a submissive dog to the Alpha.  The Darkin may be able to sense that this was no ordinary creature, but one created from pure Vastayan magic, and contained just a sliver of Jezebel’s soul within it.  Innocent, and untainted.  Almost child-like as if that tiny part of Jez was the only thing keeping her grounded.

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His gaze wanted to devour her and eat her alive. To draw her in and show her the face of an unstoppable force of nature, and taste blood in her mouth at the sight of him. She did not shrink away, much to his pleasure, and for a moment, he looked satisfied with her, at least until she slapped his hand away. His brows raised and he looked down on her in surprise, but his smile quickly came back, and he barked over whatever she said with a harsh laugh.

“A wise request, but a useless one, all the same.”

He took in a slow breath through his nose and straightened back up, watching her drink in the scraps of gossip he fed her.

“None at all. I have no need to know your ‘methods’ to kill you when I please, human. I could do so presently, if I chose, but you’ve a bit more moxy than most.”

He wanted nothing, really, except to wet the earth with her blood, but that did make him pause. Always bargains and trades with humans. They always wanted things, begged trades of him. Valmar begged blindly to spare his lover, knowing not the toll Varus would take, but this one.. Varus cocked his head and raised a brow, cocking his hips to shift his weight onto one leg in thought. If only humans’ minds weren’t like fetid tar, he might have been able to glean whether or not this was a desperate bid to scare him off, as prey sometimes tries to do by making loud noises or moving strangely.

“Want? I want for screams of agony begging in vain to be spared--I want for vengeance. Perhaps, though, if you can find my sister, my curse will pass harmlessly over you.”

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Oh this would prove interesting, surely.  He could feel Rhaast stirring against his back.  His essence trying to pull harder on Kayn’s mind, as if trying to show he was just as capable of dominating the host as Varus had been.  Perhaps turn the man into a puppet to speak with rather than spend the extra energy making his voice audible to those around them.

“Brother.” Rhaast’s voice reached out to the other Darkin, “It has been... sometime.”

Arms folded over his chest as Kayn drank in the strange, almost alien features of the creature before him.  It was hard to deny that his curiosity had been piqued.  Is this the result of a weaker host?  Truly he must be strong, as Rhaast was kept far more at bay than it appears those within Varus had managed.

The words from Valmar cause his brow to furrow slightly into a narrowed look.  Did he really expect an answer?  Tell -- whatever bastardization of a being this thing was, anything about how he did things?  He entertained the idea until the last comment came.

“No.” he pointedly replied, “I don’t listen to him.  Not anymore than he listens to me.”  Should he feel bad for them?  For the humans who had to endure the same vile day to day struggles as he did?  In truth he could sympathize, but ultimately it came down to whether or not there was any real point in doing so.

“I am in control.” he repeats, “The Darkin is not.”

“But soon I will be.” Rhaast interjected quickly.

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‘Delectable.’ Varus licked his lips and hummed with satiated content, and settled down into the headspace like a cat basking in the sunlight. It was as this feeble world deserved, especially for using his own bow to end the war eons ago.

‘He’s arrogant, and a peculiar magic courses through him; I’m not surprised you enjoy that vessel.’ He chuckled softly, and lulled from the conversation, as his attention was ever wont to do--Varus always liked distracting himself with some plaything or other, even in the middle of a conversation. But he keyed back in at the question, only to linger in silence for a moment, mulling it over.

‘Entertain? Sometimes...yes.’ His drawl was easy and comfortable. ‘When I’m particularly bored..it’s satisfying how they squirm under the press of my thumb, but no.

‘Being bound underneath a mountain in a stale pool for centuries, these were the only two fool enough. But they came begging my help--”my life for his,” they begged--so who was I to say no to such a heartfelt plea?’

Varus was a slow, insidious poison at times, as sadistic as he was vain among Darkin. Torture and play were all the same to him when someone roused his ire, and while he wasn’t always above pettiness, such wasn’t the case here. His slow, pleasant drawl almost soured, if only because he hated recalling what the Vastayasha’rei did to him, but then, knowing Rhaast would pick up on the double-edge of his honeyed answer placated him enough.

Besides, as Kayn conversed with the two lovers, he picked up smug delight dampened by hesitation and fear from Valmar, so his attention turned to the humans finally.

“As they all deserve,” his voice echoed through Valmar’s thoughts, and perhaps Kayn’s. Attuned as Kayn was with Rhaast, he may be capable of hearing Varus as well. “Did they murder your lover before your very eyes, too, boy?”

Valmar snorted and sneered, letting a corner of his lips curl with a silent threat for Varus to piss off. He jerked a shoulder through a roll, as if shrugging someone off, but Varus only chuckled in his ear.

“Similarly, but I don’t know what will become of Kai and myself after.”

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will get to replies on here and jhin soon. <3

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Hi there! My name is Lisa and I may be making a mistake, but here we are anyways. Please like / reblog this post if you are interested in writing with Shen, the Eye of Twilight and leader of Ionia’s Order of the Kinkou. Thank you!