Redeemer

Independent RP blog for Senna from League of Legends. I’m 18 and NSFW will be tagged if it occurs, along with any triggers. Hit me up, I promise I don’t bite!

[soullostinthemist]

As a former Kayle writer who still gets muse for her every once in a while, I’m super interested in if/how they’re going to put her into SG. Because if Morgana is evil in that verse, it makes sense to have Kayle be good (for fuckin once lmao). 

Could be interesting if she was an older star guardian, like a genuinely late-20′s early 30′s woman. It could add a really neat dynamic, like a strict-but-fair team mom type. God knows all these teenagers need someone older who they can actually relate to. If anyone wants to write a verse like that, just let me know because I am super down to write any version of Kayle with a shred of character depth XD

[soullostinthemist]

Okay here’s my concept for her. It is rather on the long side, so I’ll tuck it under the readmore, but here’s the TLDR version:

Her character at present is around 30, she doesn’t know her exact age but that’s the age she gives when people ask. Amiable and personable, but keeping to herself a good chunk of the time, she’s more than willing to make friends and talk, but keeps her life very private. She has a degree in engineering, but found her real passion still lay with helping people, so she works as a paramedic now. She’s playing the long game with the First Star, playing chicken with Valoran City and her sister on the line, waiting to see who will blink first. The First Star can’t let Valoran City fall, but Kayle is just as adamant about not picking up her old life to defend it. She knows she would die and give way to a new generation of star guardians anyway if she went back into the fray, so she’s playing the long game, trying to force the First Star to give up on her and make new guardians. New guardians with an awfully powerful, knowledgeable asset just waiting to back them up.

The detailed version is under the readmore!

The long version is a star guardian who was on a team with Morgana a long time ago. They were best friends as well as being twins, and became magical girls at the same time, joining an established team who trained them well. Over time though, they drifted apart. Kayle tried and tried to reach her, but never succeeded, and their relationship broke down. As she’ll freely admit now, she was awful back then, and her attempts to reach Morgana were going about it all the wrong ways. She was judgmental, strident, overbearing, and arrogant. Not that Morgana was perfect either of course, she was manipulative and vicious, but they were 15 and under a ton of pressure. They fought and antagonized each other, frustrating their team captain to no end and fracturing their already damaged relationship beyond repair, though neither knew it yet.

Eventually, it all went sideways. Morgana lashed out, Kayle escalated, and it came to blows for the first time. Someone dragged them apart, and Morgana finally snapped. The dam holding back the corruption growing in her soul finally broke, and she attacked, then disappeared, leaving Kayle to pick up the pieces. She tried her best, tried to move on with the help of her friends, kept fighting, but Morgana kept coming back over the years. Morgana picked off members of her team, dragging them to darkness or simply killing them outright. Eventually, it was just Kayle left standing, the six broken gems on her wings the only reminders of her teammates she had left. 

As the last guardian standing (that she knew of), she had quite a lot of leverage, and she refused to engage with the game of suffering for the First Star’s enjoyment for a second longer. 

So she vanished, before Morgana could catch her and finish it all. Cut her hair, packed up, moved away, handed her gem to her familiar and told him to go where no one could find him. She knew he’d come if she ever truly called him, but no one else knew that. For all they knew, for all Morgana knew, she’d thrown her gem into the sea and given up. She went to college. Went to therapy. Moved on. As she packed up and left her star guardian life behind her, she found herself growing up, getting older, for the first time in so long. And to her, that was the ultimate triumph, because she’d been right. The Star giving up on her, and she still had all her strength hidden away. And she knew as well as it did that it couldn’t let Valoran City fall. 

If she refused to play, the First Star would have to find new pawns, and they would have what she never did. Someone on their side who knew the game.

[soullostinthemist]

As a former Kayle writer who still gets muse for her every once in a while, I’m super interested in if/how they’re going to put her into SG. Because if Morgana is evil in that verse, it makes sense to have Kayle be good (for fuckin once lmao). 

Could be interesting if she was an older star guardian, like a genuinely late-20′s early 30′s woman. It could add a really neat dynamic, like a strict-but-fair team mom type. God knows all these teenagers need someone older who they can actually relate to. If anyone wants to write a verse like that, just let me know because I am super down to write any version of Kayle with a shred of character depth XD

[soullostinthemist]

Mmmm canon star guardian skin is enough to lure me back here. If anyone wants to kick off some threads with SG Senna once we learn her lore, shoot me a message! Or just start one and tag me, I’m not picky.

[soullostinthemist]

A Concept:

TD Senna, upon her return to polite society and the public eye, finds herself in need of a project. Something to work on, to pour her time and herself into, and she stumbles across two. One is an album, of course, something more laid back and contemplative than her usual fare. 

The other, oddly enough, is writing. She starts to work on demystifying what makes the music world tick, writing articles and filming interviews with other artists to talk about what goes on behind closed doors of the music world, what makes them unique, and what they’re working on. She urges them to go into the specifics that would be a little esoteric, uncomfortable, or boringly technical for most interviews. 

On her desk is a list of the things she wants to look into more and the people she wants to talk with. It contains everyone from Evelyn to Kayle to Ekko and so many more, spanning every genre, artist, and song that has caught her eye over the last year or so.

[rpmemedumpster]

Send me an AU idea you have for my muse and I’ll give you my headcanons and/or thoughts about it

Be as basic or detailed as you’d like!

[thesecretfacility]

ᴏʟᴅᴇʀ ᴍᴜsᴇs—ᴜɴɪᴛᴇ!

ᴡᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ 20 ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜɴɢᴇʀ ɪs ᴀ ғᴜɴ ᴛɪᴍᴇ—ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ɪᴛ ɪs! ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴜɴ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ'ᴛ sᴛᴏᴘ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛᴇʀ ʜɪᴛs 30. ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ’s ᴘʟᴇɴᴛʏ ᴏғ ᴀᴅᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀᴇs ʟᴇғᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʜᴀᴅ.

ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ ʙʟᴏɢs—ɪғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴜsᴇ ɪs 30+ ʏᴇᴀʀs ᴏʟᴅ, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢ ᴛʜɪs ᴘᴏsᴛ sᴏ ᴜs “ᴏʟᴅɪᴇs” ᴄᴀɴ ғɪɴᴅ ᴏɴᴇ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ!

[soullostinthemist]

Would anyone be interested in interacting with a Rell blog? I fucking love her and her lore but I’m not sure who, if anyone, would be into the idea of interacting with her.

[senatortedcruz]

imagine a giant monster following you around and picking you up and kissing you all the time. that’s what my cat lives with every day

[fancyladssnacks]

that’s exactly what half the people on this site want

[gremlinstarr]

oh to be gently picked up and kissed by a giant monster

[soullostinthemist]

This is what the Galio muns bring to the League RPC

[soullostinthemist]

Glares at the totally-not-gonna-turn-into-a-possessed-evil-of-the-Mist.

“If I fall to the mist, I trust Lucian to end it. Save your silver.”

[purged-with-silver-deactivated2]

‘‘The same perfect husband that trusts you to remain in control? Now all my worries have vanished away!’‘ sung Vayne in sarcasm, her infamous scowl never leaving her features, though it would occasionally break into a momentous smirk.

[soullostinthemist]

“I don’t mind if your worries aren’t soothed, huntress. I’ll be by your side when the Mist comes, if it doesn’t take you before I arrive. That should be enough.”

She shrugs, unbothered by the weight of the cannon slung over one shoulder.

“You think I could fire this if I wasn’t myself?”

[xmusiings]

Death was meant to be permanent…

                      so why am I still here?

[soullostinthemist]

Glares at the totally-not-gonna-turn-into-a-possessed-evil-of-the-Mist.

“If I fall to the mist, I trust Lucian to end it. Save your silver.”

[hispolarity-deactivated20210211]

ekkos the kind of soft bitch that likes it when someone puts a flower in his hair but hes also the kind of edgy bitch that will stab you as a warning

[soullostinthemist]

Ekko x a therapist is my otp

[hispolarity-deactivated20210211]

“You okay?”

" I was– I'm just... thinking. "

He shrugged his shoulders with a sigh that was barely audible, pulling his legs from dangling over the edge of the roof and under his arms that were now looped together. " About, um, a lot of things, " He continued, giving the woman a pitiful side-glance.

[soullostinthemist]

Senna nodded a little, setting one of the mugs she was carrying onto the edge of the roof beside him and watching the steam curl into the air. 

“It’s hot coco,” She said. The night had chilled the concrete, and it sent a shiver up her spine as she sat down a couple feet away, nursing her own mug. 

For a moment, she considered asking him what was going on, but then figured he’d tell her if he wanted her to know, and simply sat in companionable silence instead.

[soullostinthemist]

i couldn't decide between [ braid ] and [ fight ] so dealer's choice!

The contrast was almost unsettling. Senna’s cannon within easy reach against the wall, Lucian’s guns poised on the rickety desk, a chair wedged under the door handle, curtains drawn across the window, and yet here they were. Senna’s hair undone, Lucian’s cloak tossed over the headboard, their dinner half-eaten on a small table. His hands were on her head, twining thick strands of hair together with a gentleness and familiarity that made her heart ache. Her usual metal adornments were piled neatly nearby on the threadbare blanket, and everything was, for once, genuinely calm.

Somehow it felt utterly right and dreadfully wrong at the same time, and oh how familiar that feeling was. Every night without a battle, every day they were able to stay in one place, this had been their reality. Quiet nights of domesticity and wariness blended together until one couldn’t be told from the other. 

She sighed softly and leaned backwards as Lucian capped off a braid with its metal ornament, resting her head in his lap and pulling one of his free hands to her chest. 

I wonder if my heart beats anymore. If it ever does, it should be now. Did I lose that too?

[dizintegration-deactivated20251]

[morememesforall]

word prompts compilation

complies THIS MEME // THIS MEME // THIS MEME

ADD ++ FOR REVERSE

[ attention ] for your muse to touch mine as a way of getting their attention

[ wake ] for your muse to wake mine

[ cover ]  for your muse to cover mine with a blanket or a jacket

[ lift ] for your muse to give mine a hand stepping up or over something etc.

[ kiss ]  for your muse to come up to mine and kiss them without warning

[ run ] for your muse to run their fingers through mine’s hair

[ braid ] for your muse to braid mine’s hair

[ embrace ]  for your muse to hold mine

[ smile ] for your muse to smile at mine from across the room

[ wave ] for your muse to gesture to mine to come closer

[ panic ] for your muse to grab mine’s arm or get behind them in a moment of danger

[ touch ] for your muse to rest their forehead against mine’s

[ weep ]  for your muse to catch mine crying

[ eat ] for your muse to offer mine food

[ hit ] for your muse to attack mine

[ love ] for your muse to touch mine as a show of affection or reassurance

[ nap ] for your muse to fall asleep against mine

[ rest ] for your muse to rest their head in mine’s lap

[ look ] for your muse to catch mine staring

[ seduce ] for your muse to touch mine sexually

[ help ] for your muse to lean on mine for support

[ give ] for your muse to offer mine their arm

[ entwine ] for your muse to hold mine’s hand

[ laugh ] for your muse to laugh at something mine did

[ dance ] for your muse to dance with mine

[ sit ] for your muse to pull mine into their lap

[ yell ] for your muse to calm mine down

[ cry ] for your muse to wipe mine’s tears away

[ dream ] for my muse to share dream with yours

[ nightmare ] for your muse to wake mine from a nightmare

[ surprise ] for your muse to show up at mine’s house without explanation

[ fix ] for your muse to treat mine’s injury

[ sacrifice ] for your muse to get hurt protecting mine

[ guard ] for your muse to step between my muse and danger

[ taste ] for your muse to cook for mine

[ sing ] for your muse to sing to mine 

[ goodbye ] for my muse kissing and/or hugging your muse goodbye

[ secrets ]   my  muse  sharing/confiding  a secret

[ bloody ]   for your  muse  coming  to  my  muse  with  blood  stains 

[ drunk ]   your  muse  takes  care  of my very drunk muse 

[ bed ]  my  muse wakes up in  the  same bed as your muse with little  recollection  of  the  night  before

[ scream ]   my  muse  hears  your  muse  scream  and  runs  to  them

[ trail ]   my  muse  watches  as  your  muse  traces  one  of  my  muses  scars,  asking  them  about  it

[ piggyback ]   my  muse  gives  yours  a  piggyback  ride

[ jump ]   my  muse  holding  yours  up  by  their  thighs

[ carry ]   my  muse  carries  your  muse  to  their  house

[ lighter ]   my  muse  pulls  out  a  lighter  and  lights  it  for  your  muse  to  use  to  light  their  cigarette

[ shot ] my  muse  gets  shot  and  struggles  to  your  muses for aid

[ wound ] my  muse  patches  and  bandages  a  wound  your  muse  has  gotten

[ fight ]   my  muse  stops  your  muse  from  getting  into  a  physical  fight  with  someone  else

[ arrest ]   your  muse  finds  my  muse  arrested  in  cuffs  

[ hospital ]   my  muse  awakens  in  a  hospital,  finding  your  muse  by  their  side,  asking  what  happened

[ betrayal ] my  muse  finds  out  that  your  muse  has  betrayed  them and  confronts  them  about  it

[ nude ] my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  accidentally  seeing  them  naked

[ karaoke ]  for our muses to sing together

[ wet ]   your muse  strips  down  to  their  under  garments  and  runs  into  the  water,  motioning  for my muse  to  join  them

[ crawl ]  for  your  muse  to  crawl  into  bed  with  mine .

[ flower ]  for  your  muse  to  offer  my  muse  their  favourite  flower

[ gift ]  for  my  muse  to  surprise  your muse  with  a  gift

[ homemade gift ]  for  my  muse  to  make  your muse  a  gift

[ bestow ] for your muse to give my muse a gift, bought or handmade ( bonus if you add what it is )

[ serenade ]  for  my  muse  to  sing  to  your  muse

[ caress ]  for  your  muse  to  gently  run  their  hand  down  my  muse’s  face

[ caught ]  for  your  muse  to  catch  my  muse  wearing  their  shirt .

[ love letter ]  for  your  muse  to  give  my  muse  a  love  letter  they  wrote  for  them

[ boop ]  for  your  muse  to  boop  my  muse  on  the  nose

[ date ]  for  my muse  to  ask  your  muse  to  go  on  a  date

[ confess ]  for my muse  to  confess  their  feelings  to  your  muse

[ sleepy ]  for  my muse  to  slowly  fall  alseep  on  your muse

[soullostinthemist]

Greek Gods AU!

The Olympian AUs people are talking about have hooked me completely so here’s a few ideas for Senna. They start the same but go different directions past a certain point.

Senna, after making a selfish mistake that cost the life of her lover in battle, was dragged to the underworld by the servants of Hades. She was offered many deals that would allow her to become human again, but refused them all, deciding instead to claw her way back to the surface as the twisted spirit she’d become. She wielded the weapon handed her by the fading ghost of Lucian, and the blessing of the goddess of justice and wisdom. It took decades of fruitless failure, try after torturous try, but eventually she broke through to the sunlight once again. She haunted the streets of Athens for years, leading a double life. In the sunlight, she seems a normal woman, bright green eyes and strangely distant gaze aside. A warrior, a damn good one at that, and just as talented at settling fights without violence. By night, she became hardly more than a myth, a horrifying woman wreathed in mist and screams, avenging those taken advantage of and protecting victims of abuse and manipulation. 

Path One: Goddess of Redemption

It quickly became her goal to protect those who were attempting to better themselves, aiding their journey towards absolution, and she earned a reputation in back alleys and eventually, bright thoroughfares. As the number of people that knew of her grew, she became stronger and felt her influence growing. Unsure of what to do with her newfound power, she’s currently attempting to seek out the counsel of any Olympians sympathetic to her situation as a newly formed goddess.

Path Two: Blessed Spectre

Senna took upon herself the responsibility to do the most good she possibly could with the power she’d snatched from the realm of Hades, and when war struck her city, she moved to strike back. Allying with the few equally gifted warriors she discovered among her travels, she crept into enemy camps, sabotaged weapons of war, and rescued captives, sewing chaos out of sight of the main force she was fighting to help. Though not, as she would discover, out of the eye of the Gods.

I have an idea for a third path involving her slowly starting to fade into a full spirit and desperately trying to keep her place on the surface, but I don’t have that fleshed out enough for this yet.