#iixesha

[heraldofzaun]

sits on a roof. proceeds to yeet pebbles.

Looks up. Plink.

“Could you stop doing that.”

[prodigal-ezreal]

your my flashlight now, fuck the stupid gauntlet

“Uh, it’s you are.” He should know better than to correct Zaunite speech, those guys have like a whole different language down there, even if it’s technically the same used in Piltover. But the correction escapes him faster than he can shut it down, so there’s that. “And I’m sorry, I’m not a lightmage. I am amazing at a lot of things, but being a lamp? That’s out of my repertoire.”

[the-flocking-murder]

now im imagining fiddle at a kids birthday party but in reality he fucking hates all of the children

[feytherstorm]

iixesha

paint me like your french women

See, now all i imagine is Ekko comin in on his hextech skateboard, posed and saying “paint me like your french women” and i can’t unsee it

[thepallas]

“Clearly there needs to be some ground rules established.”

   Pallas raised an eyebrow and tilted his head, questioning such an approach.

   “And what is that supposed to mean?” He scoffed while crossing arms on his chest. “Am I supposed to be intimidated, kid?”

[piltovanexplorer]

@iixesha​

“So, how does that little time thing you have there work? I’m just curious, because I’ll be willing to pay decent money to be able to use it.”

[weldlune]

@iixesha / ☾

The daylight is something he has always dreaded. On Targon, the sunlight is harsh—the few times he has felt it on his skin it threatened to burn him, turned his stomach, clenched his throat as if in a fist—but even its light is nothing compared to the sun in Shurima. Without the chill wind and the depthless, cool caves of Targon to hide in, the heat of the day is insufferable. So when Aphelios finds a structure, worn by time and wind and sand, he is grateful for its shelter as the dawn threatens the horizon again.

     Still, he has learned that these ancient buildings often hold threats worse than the sun’s light, so he is cautious as he peers into its darkness, creeps deeper on silent feet, and finds himself a spot far enough in that he can feel the familiar chill of stone in the air. There is a howl deeper in the tunnel that speaks of unknown depths, but Aphelios is not the kind to explore where he isn’t wanted. He has no need of treasures or knowledge—only the death of those who would massacre him and his people given the chance. So he settles down, leans against the stone wall, letting out a breath. His feet ache from a long day of travel, and exhaustion eats at his bones, but sleep never takes him immediately. 

[yuhl]

@iixesha​ said:  give me kissie     /    first three inbox kisses !

      GALE  pervades the curtains of billowing cerulean -- cascading , a wild ocean of strands that parts enough to peek the ivory delicacy of her ear and the minute angles of her face . it takes over her and drips  --  paints her features more diminutive than before . a laugh births on her mouth ,  blossoming something deceptively  sweet     .  it’s edges stencil in a sharpness , crookedness that bleed a casual cruelty   .     〝  looky what we have here ,  〞 ,      spindly fingers meet the nest of blue and thread through the strands , brushing the mess of hair , the magenta palette of her eyes fixed on him .       she moves .  the moonlight cast behind her bleeds around her silhouette like a spotlight .   〝 you know , i’ve been thinkin koko , 〞 ,  the debris scattered across the rooftops marks her footfalls as it scrapes against her boots .  stocking tight legs drape over it’s twin , slowly closing the distance between them .   〝   all these years and i still remember you , 〞   jinx arcs her head , the pale bend of her throat glancing through drapes of hair , a thought simmering in her stare .        slender arms ,  thin , travel up in a slow easy motion and find the planes of his shoulders - hip leans to the side as she regards him underneath a stray lock .   〝  and i think i’d care a little if you - died or something  . 〞      pink tongue presses at the crest of her incisor ,  gaze lidding ,  as her chin tips enough to heat his lips with her breath 〝   that probably means something , don’t you think ? 〞    noses brush ,  〝 you probably mean something . 〞 with a slow lean of her torso , she touches their lips , pressure that melds the heat of their mouths - even if just for a moment . a grin twitches over her features as she leans back ,                   〝 not bad  〞