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Ashe, the Frost Archer Independent, semi-selective.

[youaremychildnow]

LoL: Frost Archer by ippus

[strengthinmercy]

Ahhhhhh. I found out how to send asks on mobile!

!!! yAAY are you using mobile tumblr app or nah?

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it's ok fatarina if you're scared u may rest against my queenly bosom

GET OUT

GET OUF OMY SIGHT GET OUT OF NOXUS GET OF FRELJORD JUST GET OFF THIS PLANET

[strengthinmercy]

ok but what if–and im just talking if’s here–i came in. what if i drew close enough for you to feel the chill of my skin, to see the blue of my eyes; what if i reached out to the part of you that was hurt and is hurting still, the part that’s lonely and desperate and lost despite how much you claim not to be, and

fired an enchanted crystal arrow right at ur face bc THIS IS MY KINGDOM DONT TELL ME TO GET OUT

[strengthinmercy]

ok real tho where my freljordians at ):

[strengthinmercy]

[👑] the makings of a queen, i.

When matters concern her people and the nation of the Freljord, Ashe will always choose reason over emotion--not necessarily because she’s selfless, but because she makes a clear distinction over Ashe the woman and Ashe the queen. 

Ever since she was a young child, Ashe immersed herself in the legends and tales of old--of Avarosa’s greatest victories and even her bitter defeats, of her aspirations and her dreams, and, most importantly, of how she united the Freljord into a place a united people could all call home. Naturally, these were the childish delusions of grandeur that earned the young Ashe more than her fair share of ridicule and lectures; after all, those legends spoke of a land that was just as much myth as it was history, so far beyond the realm of possibility in the current time that only fools thought to dream of it. This was a time of war and conflict, when each heart beat with the roar of war drums; considering peace, then, was alike to admitting defeat.

Still, Ashe dreamt. She hoped. She aspired. And when Ashe was 15, she was given her first test: the death of her mother, slain while commanding the tribe in a brash raid. 

Immediately and in accordance to her tribe’s policies of hereditary succession, Ashe was thrust into the seat of power and command, wholly expected to take over her mother’s role. All around her, the people rallied for vengeance; blood of not only their kinsmen, but their leader, had been spilt, and it would be cowardice and dishonor to let this slight go. 

Ashe wanted revenge. She craved it. But pursuing it would only continue the endless chain of slaughter and violence that raged to divide their nation, and change had to start somewhere. Ashe wanted to be the catalyst, and with the confidence expected of a tribe leader’s one and only daughter, she decided that this revolution for peace would begin with her.

[caedispia-archived-deactivated2]

a certain ice archer is back and i dont know if im ready to take her shit again

[strengthinmercy]

love me love me, say that you love me xoxo

[strengthinmercy]

POKES. YOU BACK ON ASHE?

HI HELLO I AM ALIVE AND I PLAN ON REVAMPING THIS LOVELY BABE FOR REAL THIS TIME

[youaremychildnow]

[Fanart] Ashe Portrait LoL by Valkymie

[youaremychildnow]

LoL: Ashe the Frost Archer by ippus

[borealisowl]

Ashe - The Frost Archer / Knarf97

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what happened earlier.

[strengthinmercy]

"Thank you, min elskede." <3

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▼

"Here, help me pop your shoulder back in."

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At such a close distance, the assassin couldn’t help but notice how cold Ashe felt. Of course, she’s been within proximity of the archer before, what with the times she’s had to kill her on the Fields, but only now did she notice the chill exterior her skin brought forth. It was an intriguing feature, and she did hold a curiosity for it, but she would have to save questions for later. For now, she had to fulfill a challenge.

Sharp eyes studied the weapon in her hand meticulously, devouring every detail and imagining dozens of scenes where blood would paint its steel. She moved away from Ashe, her hand feeling for the weight of the dagger, throwing it up and down and catching it without fail, slicing and slashing here and there— she almost forgot Ashe was still there. Katarina halted her observations and tossed the dagger back at the archer, not caring if she would be able to catch it unharmed.

"Take it this way— I am a woman of action more so than I am of words,” her emeralds twinkled with slight amusement at Ashe’s words. “But don’t worry. I don’t run away from challenges.” Katarina turned to retrieve her own daggers, taking them out of the dummies that were now decimated to bits and pieces. “There aren’t any targets you can practice on, since I used them all already. You’ll just have to face me instead.” 

[strengthinmercy]

If Ashe were being honest, it was a little mesmerizing to watch Katarina examine the knife. Every movement was smooth and sure as expected by someone who was an undisputed master of their craft, but there was something far more than simple mastery. It was not unlike watching a lioness study its prey, seeming to be so relaxed even though every stretch of muscle and sense were honed to be ready.

(For what? Anything. Everything. There were those whom the world had wronged, and rather than falling to their knees in defeat, they rose up and stood tall--because they were strong.)

"I thought so," Ashe replied, pausing only to watch the knife for a quick moment before catching it by the handle. If Katarina's art had taught her how to kill with a knife, Ashe's had taught her to observe and move quickly. Every stretch of muscle was coordinated and fast, ready to pull back and fire an arrow at a moment's notice--and strike her target right where she wanted to. "...Are you certain? I wouldn't want to accidentally wound you."

[strengthinmercy]

& tryndamere [barbarian-king]

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"Not at all. I was only wondering about what you were doing in here alone…" His gaze swept down to the ground, and expression uneasy. His upper body was still through the door, but he slowly widens the door for him to get through to the center of the room.

"Is everything alright?"

[strengthinmercy]

It was a sweet gesture, really, for him to be so concerned over a simple--and very temporary--disappearance from the public eye. Certainly, Tryndamere's reputation painted him as little more than a bloodthirsty barbarian, craving for only battle as the rage within him burned and seethed, but... oh, if only they knew. Underneath the anger borne of too many wrongs done unto just one man, there lay someone gentle--someone kind.

"Of course; my apologies for worrying you. I was just taking some time to remember my mother."

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"You were lucky. My blades will get to you before you can even shoot an arrow next time."

strengthinmercy

[strengthinmercy]

"I don't think so. It's like I said--my arrows never miss."

[strengthinmercy]

you should read the story of Kat x Ashe called Sinister. It's by Baranotoge and it's very good

!!! w h 

i'LL GO LOOK FOR THIS RN

[caedispia-archived-deactivated2]

i will ignore u all i want ok go away

[strengthinmercy]

this is what burned rakelstake to the ground