Come into the light child.

Hello dearies, I'm Geraldine, Magic and fighting is my specialty. But you can say I dabble in other things. (ask RP blog for a League of Legends OC, I'm open for AUs and crossovers.Blog could or could not be NSFW)

[shellofdemacia]

i hate garbage pail kids.

[curatedcouture]

Dressing table

[dreams-are-pastel]

[nerdycakez]

Please like or reblog this post if you're willing to play with non-ranked players/newbies or just want to have fun in LoL in general

I wanna see how many summoners out there actually enjoy the game without being butt hurt about losing and stay friendly to their fellow players

[dianamoonfallmun]

While I do get frustrated at times—in the end I always just laugh it off and just go forth to another game xD

The only thing that makes me upset is when the enemy team would trashtalk and etc xD And am all good with the rest xD

[wakeuplyndon]

[shellofdemacia]

✯ (Several stars look like this, so how does she see herself dying?)

Geraldine has known this, but eventually she'll have to repay her debt to the void, and It'll eventually consume her. 

[shellofdemacia]

⋆ Detailed Headcanon Prompter! ⋆

⋆ : Minor personality flaw or quirk

✢ : Physical advantage

✣ : Physical disability/disadvantage

✦ : Fatal flaw

✧ : Mental or emotional strength

❋ : Belief they have

✩ : Belief they've questioned/struggled with

✪ : Critique they have about others

✫ : Pet peeve

✬ : Something minor they enjoy

✭ : An obscure interest

✮ : A moral standard

✯ : Way they could see themselves dying

✰ : Weird thing they want to try or have tried

★ : A socially unacceptable thought they've had

✱ : Someone or something who or that has played a part in a fantasy or daydream

✲ : Something or someone they down right hate

[shellofdemacia]

//Hey guys, I keep forgetting that I have a skype and you should add me, and chat me up with you like <3  It's ZyrasThorns from when I used to mod Zyra and such, Just let me know what's you're muse or URL.

[shellofdemacia]

"Greetings, summoner. I don't believe we've formally been acquainted."

"No, I don’t believe we have." Geraldine give the familiar woman a small bow. "Geraldine Highbeam."

[shellofdemacia]

-

Geraldine nodded enthusiastically at the other Woman’s statement. “Likewise, I enjoy meeting all the champions, most wouldn’t approach me like you would, Though I haven’t been around as much as I used to be.

[ask-rule-63-thresh-deactivated2]

The Warden cocked an eyebrow and turned back to the Highbeam, “Haven’t been around? Have you been busy recently?” she asked her, curious as to what she does in her free time.

[shellofdemacia]

Geraldine hesistated for a moment, looking for the appropriate words. "I guess you could say that, I decided to take a small trip to Surima."  she chuckled. "Nothing to do with Azir or anything, I just had history there I thought I'd lay to rest."

[fripperiesandfobs]

Doucet evening dress ca. 1910

From the Bunka Gakuen Costume Museum

[shellofdemacia]

"Greetings, summoner. I don't believe we've formally been acquainted."

"No, I don’t believe we have." Geraldine give the familiar woman a small bow. "Geraldine Highbeam."

[shellofdemacia]

-

Geraldine waved her hand, laughing. “No, no! It’s quite alright, I don’t mind anyone speaking ill of my mother, she’s quite a witch in her own way, I;m sure she’s no stone cold killer at-least…As for Miss Luxana, I shouldn’t judge but her laugh is enough to convince me of that statement, Shooting beams of concentrated light is more scaring than I could imagine.”

[ask-rule-63-thresh-deactivated2]

Thresh let out a soft chuckle, smiling and bearing her teeth. “Rightly so…” she mused out loud. The Warden ran her fingers through her hair and let out a sigh, “Well, it was a pleasure making your acquaintance,” she said nodding to the other.

[shellofdemacia]

Geraldine nodded enthusiastically at the other Woman's statement. "Likewise, I enjoy meeting all the champions, most wouldn't approach me like you would, Though I haven't been around as much as I used to be.|

[shellofdemacia]

♪ (summonerpyloncrafter)

Passion Pit - Carried Away

Listen, I don’t really know youAnd I don’t think I want toBut I think I can fake it if you canLet’s agree there’s no need, no more talk of moneyLet’s just keep pretending to be friends

Geraldine stood in the middle of the large training room located somewhere within the halls of the Institute. It’s vast area was filled with training dummies, punching bags and countless other things needed to keep a Champion in peak physical condition. The woman’s hands were wrapped in tape as she punched a bag of sand with all her might. Today her robes of white and scarlet were missing, replaced with simple pants and binding around her chest. A sounds suddenly shook around the empty room, scaring Geraldine, making her punch the bag far harder than intended and crushing her fingers somewhat, she let out a shriek. Turning around a figured was framed in the door. From what she could tell the person was confused.

"Oh, I’m sorry! I got carried away…Are you lost?" 

[shellofdemacia]

-

Geraldine smiled at him, still gripping her tender hand. “Well, this facility has thousands of different weapons to train with, stations and even a magic training room.” she gestured to a door in the left corner of the room. An ornate rune atop the door showed that someone was currently inside training.

"I apologize again, I wasn’t expecting anyone to wander in here at this time." she stooped down to pick up a shawl, throwing it over her shoulders to cover her bare shoulders and upper chest. 

[summonerpyloncrafter]

"I didn’t suspect they’d have a training area for Druidic magic. I see a lot more stuff for Magi, usually, but I… I’m getting ahead of myself here," he sighed. He wasn’t really paying attention to her body or the fact she put on a shawl.

"Also you’re alright. It sounded like you hurt your hand, though," he added.

shellofdemacia

[shellofdemacia]

Geraldine nods, wiping a bead of sweat from her neck with her shawl. "It was made for a few champions in specific, but most of them have their own places to train so It's not used as much." 

She waves her hurt hand idly. "It's nothing, Just lost track of myself."

[shellofdemacia]

"I don't believe I've seen you around the Institute before."

"No. I was on a ‘leave’ you could call it that." Geraldine smiles and holds out a hand for the other. "Geraldine Highbeam, at your service."

[singulos]

"Troku Sakarian." He smiled as he took her hand softly, giving a gentle shake. "But i’m better known as Truth. A pleasure to meet you, miss Highbeam."

shellofdemacia

[shellofdemacia]

Geraldine bowed her head in acknowledgement, the golden beads tinkling. "Likewse Truth, such a humbling nickname if I may say so."

[shellofdemacia]

♪ (summonerpyloncrafter)

Passion Pit - Carried Away

Listen, I don’t really know youAnd I don’t think I want toBut I think I can fake it if you canLet’s agree there’s no need, no more talk of moneyLet’s just keep pretending to be friends

Geraldine stood in the middle of the large training room located somewhere within the halls of the Institute. It’s vast area was filled with training dummies, punching bags and countless other things needed to keep a Champion in peak physical condition. The woman’s hands were wrapped in tape as she punched a bag of sand with all her might. Today her robes of white and scarlet were missing, replaced with simple pants and binding around her chest. A sounds suddenly shook around the empty room, scaring Geraldine, making her punch the bag far harder than intended and crushing her fingers somewhat, she let out a shriek. Turning around a figured was framed in the door. From what she could tell the person was confused.

"Oh, I’m sorry! I got carried away…Are you lost?" 

[summonerpyloncrafter]

Aboma observed Geraldine as she was fighting the bag. He had watched while keeping a close eye on his surroundings, a habit he picked up. He heard her shriek, and his attention was redirected to her.

"No, not lost," he shook his head, "Just trying to assert what I should train myself in."

She could see a peach eyepatch with the emblem of a bandaged heart concealing an eye injury which needed surgery to heal.

"One of my favourite Champions suggested I stay out of trouble and be careful; so I don’t accrue further injuries, I took my anti-arrhythmics and find myself in need of stress relief elsewhere," he explained. He didn’t know if she entered any Fields of Justice matches alongside him, but he presumed as such due to a number of Summoners being vaguely familiar to him from occasional partnerships.

shellofdemacia

[shellofdemacia]

Geraldine smiled at him, still gripping her tender hand. “Well, this facility has thousands of different weapons to train with, stations and even a magic training room.” she gestured to a door in the left corner of the room. An ornate rune atop the door showed that someone was currently inside training.

"I apologize again, I wasn’t expecting anyone to wander in here at this time." she stooped down to pick up a shawl, throwing it over her shoulders to cover her bare shoulders and upper chest. 

[shellofdemacia]

"Greetings, summoner. I don't believe we've formally been acquainted."

"No, I don’t believe we have." Geraldine give the familiar woman a small bow. "Geraldine Highbeam."

[ask-rule-63-thresh-deactivated2]

-

"She’s so conniving it’s scary," said Thresh flatly. "Many don’t see it, but she’s a killer. She’s stone, cold, fucking, nuts." The Warden brought her hand to her mouth, "Pardon my language," she said quickly. "I hope your mother doesn’t sully your name. It’d be a damn shame- Oh hell, I apologize again." The Warden reflected on herself for a moment. She hoped she didn’t come across as inept or anything similar.

[shellofdemacia]

Geraldine waved her hand, laughing. "No, no! It's quite alright, I don't mind anyone speaking ill of my mother, she's quite a witch in her own way, I;m sure she's no stone cold killer at-least...As for Miss Luxana, I shouldn't judge but her laugh is enough to convince me of that statement, Shooting beams of concentrated light is more scaring than I could imagine."

[shellofdemacia]

♪ (summonerpyloncrafter)

Passion Pit - Carried Away

Listen, I don’t really know youAnd I don’t think I want toBut I think I can fake it if you canLet’s agree there’s no need, no more talk of moneyLet’s just keep pretending to be friends

Geraldine stood in the middle of the large training room located somewhere within the halls of the Institute. It’s vast area was filled with training dummies, punching bags and countless other things needed to keep a Champion in peak physical condition. The woman’s hands were wrapped in tape as she punched a bag of sand with all her might. Today her robes of white and scarlet were missing, replaced with simple pants and binding around her chest. A sounds suddenly shook around the empty room, scaring Geraldine, making her punch the bag far harder than intended and crushing her fingers somewhat, she let out a shriek. Turning around a figured was framed in the door. From what she could tell the person was confused.

"Oh, I’m sorry! I got carried away…Are you lost?" 

[roleplayaskmemes]

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