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when u just want to take a selfie but then the entire squad has to show up @astrodart

lucian: sneezes someone: bless you lucian: fuck off

some demacian: lucian, stop! that’s someone’s child!! lucian: stomps on the kid’s neck & snaps it lucian: it’s not a child if it’s a slave to the ruined king. some demacian: what the fuck happened to you???

#: )#he's so fucked up #he numbed himself to everything #just so he wouldn't care!!!!#&&. ooc

also semi-important to add but.

mentioning lucian’s parents to him is such a bad idea. as in he will get unreasonably violent because nobody knows the secret he’s kept for so long. demacians only know what happened to senna because he had to report it before an entire council, and word spread quickly of the new potential enemy to demacia’s people. his parents, however, were a personal issue.

after the loss of senna and resigning from demacia’s military, lucian began his journey. he started with killing smaller bands of mistwalkers and skewed groups of goblins and other disgusting vermin, but nothing could’ve prepared him for his first harrowing.

the first harrowing struck shurima around where he was born and spent the first good portion of his life. what he expected was far too forgiving for what he found on arrival. homes were destroyed, the sand turned to an almost burnt gravel with the heat of the desert almost completely abandoned.

his first, foolish instinct was to search for survivors instead of searching for remaining undead to be slain. greedily he hurried to his former home, noticing it was still somewhat in tact, but what he happened upon was far worse than any words could explain. aside from his parents being nearly half-eaten, what was left kept moving. they were very clearly dead, naught more than flesh barely clinging to exposed bone.

the blood and ichor left a terrible smell in the air and taste in his mouth, and while every instinct told him to kill them, he hesitated. what remained of his mother recognized him, and although the lack of a voice from her throat torn open stopped her from calling for him, she reached for lucian and wheezed at him. his father crawled towards him along the floor, half mumbling, half crying in weeping begs for freedom. the corruption kept them from dying entirely.

it was then that lucian realized that not every person was affected the same way. he realized that some of the people he’d later have to kill would remember their loved ones; would recognize the faces of others. he understood that not every person would be a mindless denizen to serve the mist and the king.

his parents were the last ‘mercy killing’ he’s ever done, as he learned to treat all other undead the same. if it’s dead and it reanimates, it dies. it’s no longer a person, regardless of how it acts. -- this is why he refuses to bring senna back once he frees her. he only wants her to move on and find peace. the memory of his parents haunts him, and it forever will because it’s the one thing he pushed to the back of his mind and having it resurface brings up the pain and regret for not being able to save them.

#gore tw #blood tw #cannibalism tw #death tw #just in case #&&. ooc #&&. meta

portaljumps

lucian: . ghost: oooOoOOoOooOoooOOOOOooOo lucian:...

PPLEASE I SNORTED LAUGHINH AT THIS POST

petition for lucian’s v/a to scream patricia

#portaljumps #&&. ooc

meanwhile i’m laughing because lucian has probably strolled into noxus during a harrowing and the FIRST MAN to try and stop him for being demacian got shot in the fucking skull without a single thought or moment of hesitation and lucian just let that bitch drop while continuing to seek the most able-bodied man/woman who could take at least one portion of the onslaught

he didn’t even care that the guy’s a noxian. he only cared because his existence was questioned and he vowed to kill anyone who got in the way of his work.

#&&. ooc

Lucian is not easy to get along with, which is why most Demacians who saw the man they once knew fall into a path of vengeance and work that strayed from Demacia’s ideal goals often avoided him. There was no reasoning with Lucian then, and he’s certainly farther than knee-deep in his goals and work that it’s a lost cause to try.

However, he’s a man of little principle; he’s not very personable, but he does respect individually when the person earns it. It’s partially the reason why he believes Demacia is doomed at the hands of the prince, because in Lucian’s eyes he sees Jarvan as a child and a fool who still has a lot of growing up and learning to do.

But on the other hand, he knows that this is what Demacia is stuck with; he knows the Lightshields will rule until none other can take the throne. While it isn’t his first personal choice, considering he doesn’t like J3 either, he respects the man for not meddling with his personal work.

Lucian is the kind of man who lets actions determine his judgement on a person. He can see that Jarvan tries, but he’s not nearly as grown up as Garen or Xin Zhao. --- If forced into a job under Jarvan’s guidance, Lucian would butt heads and be insubordinate because he’s used to working alone and he wholly believes that Jarvan’s plans would get more men than necessary killed. If Jarvan wanted to earn Lucian’s respect, he’d have to fight him for it.

Xin Zhao may be a tough trainer, but Lucian is merciless. He will pursue someone in a spar countless times over. He will become the hunter and turn his sparring partner into prey -- he is far from defenseless without his guns, but he will shoot someone in a spar. He has little care for sending a sparring partner into a PTSD attack or heightening their fear response because that’s when truer survival instincts kick in -- he knows firsthand.

But the worst part? In the event of a tight spot where he happens to be involved, whether that be a Harrowing night or a war he was reluctantly dragged into, Lucian would get between anyone who comes straight for the prince because, deep down, he knows the people believes in Jarvan and the Lightshields. Even if it cost him his own life, there is still that hint of loyalty --- not to Jarvan himself, but to the people who once welcomed him and Senna with open arms.

#hi here i am #to rant about lucian #&&. meta #&&. ooc

j3: you will be working under the prince for this mission j4: gives an order lucian: 🔫 j4: understandable have a nice day

#&&. ooc

lucian: . ghost: oooOoOOoOooOoooOOOOOooOo lucian: shut- shut up- stop- sh---

P A T R I C I A

shut the FUCK up

#he's just that patricia vine #&&. ooc

hook-and-chains replied to your post “did you steal Thresh's bike or not??”

"Bitch we just might."

“ Get out of my sight, cretin. “

#hook-and-chains #>:(

lamorts-deactivated20180522

* VLADIMIR NABOKOV SENTENCE STARTERS !

❛ my happiness is a kind of challenge. ❜

❛ we are most artistically caged. ❜

❛ what’s so dreadful about dying is that you are completely on your own. ❜

❛ nowadays you have to be a scientist if you want to be a killer. ❜

❛ you can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. ❜

❛ a work of art has no importance whatever to society. ❜

❛ this is only important to the individual. ❜

❛ i have no desires, save the desire to express myself. ❜

❛ there is no science without fancy and no art without fact. ❜

❛ genius is finding the invisible link between things. ❜

❛ beauty plus pity ! that is the closest we can get to a definition of art. ❜

❛ beauty must die ! beauty always dies. ❜

❛ solitude is the playfield of satan. ❜

❛ solitude was corrupting me. ❜

❛ life is a message scribbled in the dark. ❜

❛ the evolution of sense, in a sense, is the evolution of non sense. ❜

❛ i cannot conceive how anybody in his right mind should go to a psychoanalyst. ❜

❛ memory can restore to life everything except smells. ❜

❛ you lose your immortality when you lose your memory. ❜

❛ i think it is all a matter of love. ❜

❛ the more you love a memory the stronger and stranger it becomes. ❜

❛ curiosity is insubordination in its purest form. ❜

❛ i was despicable and brutal ! ❜

❛ i confess i do not believe in time. ❜

❛ i have the feeling that something in my mind is poisoning everything else. ❜

❛ life is a great surprise. ❜

❛ i do not see why death should not be an even greater surprise. ❜

#&&. prompt

did you steal Thresh's bike or not??

Lucian meets the shade’s words with a silent glare, passing judgement without needing to speak his mind at the utterance of the accursed name that haunts him both in mind and spirit — figuratively and literally.

A pause. He leans forth. Closer. Warm breath upon the coolness of the shade’s person.

“ Are you telling me that spirits have upgraded to a civil mode of transportation? “

#Anonymous #!!!! i'm cryin g #&&. ic #&&. shitposting

lucian willingly returns to demacia without a summons when he absolutely needs medical assistance, a good night’s sleep, rest from severe injuries, or a mix of the three.

it isn’t often that this happens, but lucian has come back with obvious injuries that would often make most men collapse and give up. he’s tracked blood through demacia’s streets seeking supplies or a doctor, and he’s been put on bed rest for running higher-than-normal fevers after long hunts without sleep & infected wounds.

lucian doesn’t quite take care of himself as well as he should, but he will come back with shoddy stitch jobs and bandaging. sometimes, in the heat of things, the most he’s got is some disinfectant and and the clothes on his back.

#&&. meta

someone: hello lucian-- lucian: points a gun at them someone: goodbye lucian

#socializing?#illegal.#&&. ooc