守りー

守りー Shen, -written by Roro- the Eye of Twilight from League of Legends.

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Describe my writing style to me

I saw a meme like this for art and thought I would make a writing version. I do not know what my own writing is like, so I would love to hear from anyone who has read anything I’ve written.

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give me gay

💕mobile- “I love you, baby.”

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j-hin replied to your post “"the truth hurts worse than anything I could bring myself to do to...”

<33333333333 swoons tbh

y u swoon bby

it just me the donut shen.

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there we go. Now i disappear again.

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"the truth hurts worse than anything I could bring myself to do to you."

▌✧▐ - Steady breaths, steady breaths. He needed to be calm, he needed to be unwavering. He was the epitome of Balance, was he not? The Enforcer of all Equilibrium, he who wielded the legendary Spirit Blade - this responsibility was not to be taken lightly, this burden that was upon his shoulders. And yet, he felt his loose digits slowly clenching into fists, they were shaking, they were shivering. Fear, fear was a ridiculous emotion - one that Shen wanted to deny having. And yet, with just a slight movement in Jhin made him flinch slightly. What truth did he speak of? What insight could he possibly have?

This man was crazy, he was terrible - and the ninja would do everything in his power to destroy him. Such a bold and ignorant statement from him only fueled the bubbling anger within the Eye of Twilight. Blue hues flickered brightly, the flames of rage were ignited within him as his gloved digits wrapped around the handle of his sword. Swinging it and eventually pointing it towards the Golden Demon, how could he understand what he felt? 

“Your words mean nothing to me because your ‘honesty’ is delusional. That is why I am here, my sword —- will bring you the REAL truth.”

But deep down within the back of his mind, Shen knew that Jhin was able to see through his facade. In truth, he was afraid, he was alone. There was nobody here for him, he was but a broken tool. A tool made to serve in someone else’s legacy, someone else’s ideal. His father - in the name of his Father, he had helped and aided everyone in their problems. Blood, upon blood, upon blood - as they stained his blade from all the deeds that he had done for this country. And yet, he was still alone. He was lonely. 

And Jhin knew just that.

That was exactly what made Shen afraid of him, he knew of his weakness. At this point, shots were not needed, fighting was not necessary - only words. Words that were carefully picked out by the Virtuoso himself - words that would break him internally. And then all he needed, was one shot. One shot to end it all. 

It was an easy victory for Jhin, in the end.

Desperate.                                                                                                           -sent by @j-hin

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//playing URF as Zed

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//me

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well I’ve got a reply coming up. tell me if I still got the ninja son in me. <3

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shxdowborne replied to your post:everyone who’s liking mi post. does this mean u...

there was a lack of shen in my life without u

bae i will be here with u in spirit. <3

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everyone who’s liking mi post. does this mean u miss me too.

doki doki

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shxdowborne replied to your post:sometimes i miss my ninja son.

same

u and me bro. this is a start of a new bromanship.

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sometimes i miss my ninja son.

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Enforced Equilibrium

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piltoversnerd replied to your post:[ Ello, this is my prototype league design for a...

I love it!!

[ thank you bby ;w; ]

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[ Ello, this is my prototype league design for a character named “Striks” <3 Tell me what you think tbh <3 ]

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[ Then there’s helmet bro, guys. ]

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                                                    THE FINAL MOMENT.

▌✧▐ - He who sought to bring honor to his late father - whose pride was stained and buried into the ground as he was beheaded. That was the last time - the last time when Shen had allowed himself to falter emotionally, physically and mentally. Blue glows flickered slightly as he sat still before his freshly buried father. He took off his mask, the metallic material that covered his features. Biting on his bottom lip, he stayed - laying against the stone, hard gravestone in silence. 

All night, not a word was spoken, his breath remained steady throughout and his gaze focused on the sky above them. Navy blue canvas soon turned into a gradient of azure to bright orange. The stars were no longer visible and the moon became clouded, almost transparent. Dawn was here, but at this moment. His father and Shen were bathed in the lights of the Twilight. They were in between the Night and the Day. This was their moment, and it will be their last moment together.

That was when, tears were evident as they rolled down his cheeks, crystal clear and genuine. Just this once, just this once. Shen was allowed to cry for a moment - perhaps, a minute or two. He was allowed to be weak, foolish and stupid but after this, he had promised himself - that he would take over his late father. Callous digits receded back into a fist as he crumpled, bending over slightly. The ground was filled damped spots, caused by his useless weeping. He was gone, he had accepted it - he had to accept it. 

No one else would be there for him, it was just him left - it was just him and this ghost of a temple. Fresh memories poured into his mind, everything came back to him. It was as though he was swept away by the cool waves of the huge ocean. The pain in his chest was inevitable as he slammed his bare knuckles onto the floor. Scrapes and cuts soon appeared on the flesh of his hand and it hurt - he would never deny it. That was how it was to feel. That was how sadness felt.  The son of Lord Kusho did not stop wailing until the sun began to rise. It was Dawn now, and from this time onwards - he was the Eye of Twilight. He was the descendant, he was the disciple and the heir to the Enforcer of Equilibrium. Shen would continue for his father’s sake, and ideal that was not his. And that was where the difference between Zed and Shen were utterly visible, the Master of Shadows had his own ideals, his own goals - his own emotions. Whereas, for the ninja himself - he had none. He had no direction within his life, no decisions made on his own  and no one in his life. He was no longer ‘Shen’ - he was just simply a warrior that fought for Balance. The Eye of Twilight, that title was just merely… a title.