#jarro lightfeather

[aurelion-solar]

Legends of Runeterra: Dreamlit Paths - Lux Followers Jarro Lightfeather - Dreamlight Alina - The Light of Demacia - Aberrant Mageseeker - The Petricite Hall - Luminosprite - Rising Light - Incandescence - Smoldering Smirk

[anothertina]

This guy and his need to be dramatic even in dream form

[riotsgrrl]

Bite Marks (Katarina x Elise)

Chapter 2: The Silken Danse

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

🚨ATTENTION LESBIANS🚨

Gorgeous Gorgeous Art by @lyrring

I have finally finished chapter 2 of my fic and have decided to lock in and actually rip this thing out so the waits between chapters won't be nearly as long.

If you do decide to check it out, I love you so much! If you don't? You're dead to me! JK JK you're beautiful and perfect and amazing regardless especially the girl reading this!

[leagueofarchives]

jarro lightfeather or jarro ravenquill

[lbulldesigns]

BREAKING NEWS: LUXANNA CROWNSGUARD MISSING!

22-year-old Luxanna Crownsguard, sister of Garen Crownsguard of Demecias Vanguard, and niece of High Marshal Tianna Crownsguard, the hand of the king, and fiancé to King Jarvan IV, has been reported missing as of the 10th of February.

She was last seen by her family, leaving her family home at 17:30 PM Valoran Time.

It is believed that she was abducted whilst on her way to a lecture. She was last seen wearing a white turtleneck sweater, knee-high navy blue skirt, black boots, and a black headband.

Authorities are seeking to question two individuals who may be able to shine light on Miss Crownsguard's whereabouts.

Jarro Lightfeather (left photograph) and Jinx Lightfeather (right photograph) are said to be associates of Luxanna Crownsguard.

However, it has recently come to light that Jarro Lightfeather is an unregistered mage whose full magical extent is unknown. Jinx Lightfeather is also believed to be mentally unstable.

If anyone has any information on any of the I dividuals mentioned in this article.

Then please call or inform your local guard of everything you may know.

False or misleading reports will be met with severe charges.

The Broadsword asks for readers to keep the Crownsguard family in their prayers during these trying times.

And pray for the safe return of our future queen.

I sourced the images from Google Images. The Lux picture is AI generated.

I couldn't find who made the Ezreal picture (I don't know if it's fan made or an official Riot art) if anyone knows can you please leave a comment in the notes so that I can properly credit the artist.

And the Jinx picture is from the artist Nixeu on art station.

[prodigal-ezreal]

Can I, Can I, Can I be your Gentleman?

[elfreallightfeather]

Dreamer

“You will do as I say, Ezreal.” His father stood before him, arms crossed with a frown upon his face. A large textbook lay on the ground between them, a few of the pages crushed under the weight of the spine.

“But-“

“Enough! Go back to your room and focus on your studies.”

The young elf possessed a similar expression, one of frustration and anger. He snatched up the book with a swift motion of his hand and spun on his heel, making the trek back to his room on the upper floor. He fumed, each step he took only fed the fire within him further.

The nerve of his parents to enroll him into such a pompous private academy and then force him to study the sciences. Those subjects bored him- what he wanted was to enrich his mind with the knowledge of the humanities. He aspired to learn about the world itself, not read about mathematical equations and economic theories. Why wouldn’t his parents let him learn about what they did for a living? Both his mother and father were renowned and successful within their field, so why couldn’t Ezreal follow in their footsteps?

Upon reaching his bedroom he slammed the door shut, earning a stern call from his mother just down the hall. He ignored her scolding and tossed his book in the general direction of his desk, not caring if it made it or not to its intended destination. The blonde looked around his space: Multiple bookshelves lined the right wall, all filled (and starting to overfill) with textbooks and scholarly novels. Among them was his desk, cluttered with papers and research documents. The left side of his room, however, was quite bare in comparison. It contained nothing but a small dresser and his bed.

With a sigh he walked to it, climbing up onto his mattress. His frown turned to a pout and before he knew it his tears spilled forth onto his cheeks. He knew his father wanted him to have a good life. All the high paying jobs in their city were based around the sciences, and while Ezreal was an excellent student, he felt no passion toward his studies. He was always revered as a prodigy- so why couldn’t he be a prodigy within the historical field? No matter how many ways he looked at it, he could never find an answer for his parents actions.

With his eyes blurred he crawled to the head of his bed and dug around under his pillow before dragging out a book. It was a hardcover novel made of treated leather and adorned with golden lettering. Symbolism and its Relations to Shuriman Architecture: Archeological Findings Under The Deserts Sun. He smiled after reading the title, as he always did. This was Ezreals favorite book as it delved into the culture of the long forgotten ancient civilization of Shurima. It detailed the construction of the Sun Discs and their connection to the heavens, as well as other structures within the empire. It was a truly fascinating read, one he never got tired of.

He spent the rest of the evening enjoying his book, analyzing every word and began to formulate even more theories and arguments to his already lengthy list. Shutting the book with a satisfying ‘thud,’ Ezreal glanced out his window into the starry sky. He dreamed of a day when he could leave this place and explore the world for himself. He dreamed of the day when he could make his own mark in history. He dreamed of an adventure. He dreamed.

And soon enough he had drifted off; the book clutched against his chest, the tears left drying upon his face. It was then that the stars twinkled ever so slightly, and a face formed among the sky lights. It stared down to the young boy with a gentle smile and whispered a few words before reverting the stars back to their original positions.

He dreamed. But he knew not that in time, his dream would become a reality.

[aurelion-solar]

Jarro Lightfeather - LoR Concept Art by Audrey Axt