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@shojinfire
Their heartbeats quicken...
Nothing much to say right now! Please feel free to like the post at this link if you want to plot! Or for something more general, head here.
Writer’s block gets me from time to time, so I might be selective or slow with replies.
Haven't heard from you in a while! Are you still there? Your blog is one of my favourites, it would be a shame if you just disappeared.
//I love how I had a sense to log into this blog and this is here from recently hhHHHHhh
I keep false starting on all my blogs, but I am around lurking! Trying my best to come back to tumblr in any one capacity. But thank you for thinking of me T__T
“What do you fear? Pain? Pain is the currency of attempts made. If you fear it, how can you ever try? The true measure of our strength is how we spit in pain’s face, and persevere anyway.
Everything hurts. You just need to accept that.”
hikan-teki-yodoru:
*₊°。 @shojinfire got close to the sleepy yordle…
She tilted her head to one side as Shadow mirrored her action. Maybe if she keeps quiet he’ll just move on and won’t acknowledge her…
Lee Sin didn’t need to see to know something was terribly wrong. Keen ears swept the surroundings, trying to understand anything heard or felt. He couldn’t. Instead, the Dragon’s Spirit within trashed against his unease, perpetuating it as licks of flame rose from the man’s form.
“Who is there?” The Monk almost barked out, before taking a less tense breath, “Make yourself known, or make yourself a threat to the balance.”
Eye of Twilight
indie/private/selective Shen of League of Legends Kinkou’d by ziro
He spent the time to crack all the knuckles in his hands individually.
No reason, but a fascination with the sound.
He liked to hear his bones.
//theme is forever wip, because I can’t help but fiddle with it
Meanwhile, like for something, hopefully, short. Need to warm my writing brain back up. Let your local monk judge you by the beat of your heart, or your lung capacity.
//Extension on ‘What if Lee Sin picked you up with ease to reach high places’
What if Lee was so unfazed by the weight of any one person, he can just walk around with you on his shoulders like it’s nothing at all?
//Finally dumped some info onto my headcanon page, more out of anxiety than anything. Added dot points about Lee’s lowkey religious fanaticism, the fact the war has left him radicalized and anti Noxian, his merciless predisposition towards violence, and just reiterating that he is someone with a total vision impairment. The last more just to say that he probably only has visual memory of someone like Udyr, as most people meet him after his injury.
Mostly general stuff to know coming in, just in case I ever do one liners or unplotted RP that gets out of hand somehow. Always wanting him to change his world view though, so that’s something to work towards.
//Wild Rift splash arts + God Fist hell yeah
//scribblin a man
snugglyporos:
Worried poro chitters! This does not seem good. Should sleep! And then can be busy after sleeping, because will have energy!
“Oh?” Pet, pet, pet. Nice firm pets, given that he was worked up about something. Lee sighed, “When to sleep then, little poros? When does ceaseless work cease?”
At least he was taking a break while he pet the poros, listening to their distinct chitters and taking in the texture of their fur...
musesofruneterra:
Starter for @shojinfire
Brush was cut down with a ‘whack’ as a pair of high top covered feet stepped through the overgrown brush and bushes. Emily had traveled this way so many times before but with less and less brush to get past, but with the years that had passed everything grew more and more. The woman soon arrived at the entrance of the temple, pulling her sunglasses up on her head and looked around. The place a little rundown since the last time she’d been here with her mother. Strands of now dyed black hair pulled up in a ponytail were falling loose from her long walk up here and into Emily’s face. The mage sat her backpack by the door and dusted off her shoes to avoid getting any dirt or muck on the floors. It’d be a sin to disrespect a place such as this. Emily knelt down by her bag and dug around a little before pulling out a little urn snd sitting it down on one of the alters. There was a calmness about the temple and Emily felt he’d be at peace here more than somewhere in Piltover or Zaun. She stood and looked around the room spotting this ‘statue’ the locals warned her of and walked over kneeling “Hey, Lee” she said and grinned
Few people noticed he was there, and even fewer people addressed him so casually. The Monk’s head tilted slightly, trying to judge for intent from two words and steps alone. Shuffling. Rummaging. Looking for something? Curious.
“You may need to give me more than just, ‘Hey Lee.’” He replied, a smile to his voice as he rose from meditation among the statues, “I hear quite well, but I don’t like to make assumptions.” Despite the remark he had a fair idea who she was, names attached to auras more than the sound of a voice. Many had come like her, before and since. People who paid for martial demonstrations with time spent listening to the Dragon’s teachings. Impassioned sermons and stances. Now more than ever, such things had become his most important work. Anyone with a history of listening was worth his time.
“Not to interrupt any rites,” He went on in time as he ambled over, listening for any shifts in her knelt posture, “but I would like to know what your purpose is here? This is a sacred place, and I trust you not to disturb it. I need to ask everyone the same.” A simple shrug, as if to say such as it is, “I hope your travels have been swift and fulfilling, and that the Dragon keeps you well.”
lee sin gonna be the poro herder when he's older huh
"Any work is good work. Even the poros need someone to care for them. If it is me, then I'll make myself busy." He paused, a moment of amused consideration, "Though, I can't say the climate around me is always... cool enough, for thick furred creatures. I would do my best all the same."
//Lee Sin but he is doing aggressive acts of charity wherever he goes
Yes he is going to help cook for someone
Help the elderly with basic chores
Look after people’s kids
You can’t tell him not to. You certainly can’t tell him that he can’t, or that he’s unable to. He’s already making tea for war veterans.
“I am not tired. I am just busy. I will sleep when I am burned to ashes.”
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