#lightslung

[azulity]

Finished commission for @lightslung!

[svetlanabelikova]

DND GROUP + CLASS/NAME/RACE AESTHETIC

@t-veronica // @deadeas // @arklay  // && everyone else i can’t tag RIP

[tracelcss-blog]

"Yeah. I can tell you learned how to hold a pistol from Bilgewater. Try this." Hands on hips, and a foot to kick Fate's apart. Bit by bit Lucian nudges him better into position, this time on a dirt path facing a line of bottles on a fence instead of a hardwood floor in a dingy but homely back-o-beyond tavern. He lifts Fate's arm, free hand on his shoulder. "Arm straight, not locked. Relax your shoulders. And open both eyes, this ain't a cowboy musical. Breathe, and fire."

           “cowboy musical– the hell d’you take me for? i am a very serious man, with a very serious line of work.” fate’s laughing, hardly taking this seriously. but he follows instructions dutifully, if only for lucian’s guiding hands. he focuses on the leftmost bottle, and – this time without closing his eye – shoots. 

          he’s a little off, still. the recoil gets him again. but he gets the top of the bottle off with a satisfying shatter, sending the shards scattering over the other side of the fence. triumphant, fate turns back to lucian, letting the pistol go slack in his hand. 

          “how’s that?” he says, with tongue-in-cheek studious excitement. he doesn’t talk about how his hands are still shaking a bit. “pretty good, i’d say.”

[prideofnoxus]

✘ Any unpopular opinions about your muse? ♧ Any part of their canon portrayal you dislike?

ahahha oh man. oh man. 

I think my unpopular opinion is that I believe that Kled had a ton of potential to be great. At least lore-wise, but instead Riot opted to make him needlessly obnoxious for the sake of “comedy”. Another thing I disagree with is how surprised people get when muns make yordle muses serious. 

CAN I JUST ADD HIS ENTIRE CANON PORTRAYAL TO THIS. Because it’s terrible. Don’t get me wrong, he’s funny and cute; but that’s it. He’s literally a sad, sad joke. Which actually annoys me because there’s the potential that he could be so much more.  His lore is not only a joke, but a poorly written joke and I could write a diatribe about how much i dislike it. 

[masteredshadows]

@lightslung // continued from here. 

Lucian felt the shadows at his throat, claws piercing his skin and trading his breath with a fog that settled in his head. He couldn’t even be sure Zed was touching him, he could see the masked man a few feet away from him, hands clasped behind his back. But if not him, what held him pinned to the wall by his throat, squeezing his life from his very lips? His heels scrabbled to gain purchase against the pillar behind him, but it was a struggle, and he hadn’t much strength left to spare.

Lucian’s light could swallow the shadow that kept him bound, that he knew so little about, and in his haze he finds a reflection, Zed’s pacing only distorting the image further. Both men were up against a foe they had never seen before, both intent to destroy before they intended to learn. Instinct, perhaps, but he had a weapon in that reflection alone. His arm twitched, closer to his chest, where the locket remained. He had power in that too.

The lightcasters lay on the ground four feet from him. They had been the tide that turned this fight in his favour in the beginning, now out of reach and useless.

      “You gonna kill me or serenade me?” Lucian spat, his voice grating with the pressure something corporeal shouldn’t be able to press against his vocal chords. “Course, there’s only so much you can learn from a dead man.”

     There was fury in Zed’s eyes and rage in his throat, but he kept both contained, barely, barely. Lucian was a mystery, an unknown, and a dangerous one, too. The light shot out by his guns burned. Fighting him was agony.

     Zed halted his pacing, turning to face Lucian. Keeping him against this pillar took far more energy than most of Zed’s little tricks, but though his breath grew ragged, it was safer this way. There was no rope at hand, after all, and restraining Lucian’s arms manually would still give him a chance to escape with that same speed that made it so impossible to catch him in the first place. 

     Behind his back, Zed tightened his fist, increasing the shadows’ hold on Lucian’s throat. 

     He could kill Lucian here and now. He should, but the damned lightwielder was right: Dead men made poor sources of knowledge. The longer Lucian lived, the greater the chance he’d escape, latch onto his guns and pierce through Zed’s blackened heart, but if he died, all of their dancing around one another would be for naught. 

     Zed took a step forwards, stopping next to the guns and kicking them further away from Lucian. If Zed’s strength died, he would be close enough for his blades to be a threat, and the guns far enough to make leaping for them impractical.

     “You’re right -- I need you alive. I do not, however, need you free of harm. So--” His fists trembled with the force of holding the shadows. “--Speak. Your light is the first my shadows cannot overwhelm. What is it? Where did you find those weapons?”

[youcannotaffordme]

❛ I received a slightly warmer welcome on my last visit. ❜

Valentina quirked a brow at him, a smile playing at her lips. She knew this customer well enough; he had come to the establishment a few times now, taking whatever girl suited his fancy for the evening. Among her clients, he was of the most respectful, and that enough had earned him a place in her good graces. Still, the Queen kept on her disappointed-façade as she brought her arms to fold over her chest. 

“That is only because last time, I did not have to suffer through the absolute heartache one of my girls had over you. Something or other about how you did not send her letters or visit more often. And I do not think she would be too pleased to hear that you have come again but asked for someone else.”

The redhead clicked her tongue at him, but it was clear she was amused by the ordeal. It wasn’t strange for her girls - or even herself - to feel some sense of attachment to good customers, considering that the vast majority of their patrons were of the less favourable sort. Lucian was among the ones she knew her girls liked very much, and in this case, some more than others.

“So? How have you been, then? It has been a while. I take it you have missed my girls and I?” Valentina chuckled. “Travels been well?”

[tracelcss-blog]

not that im greedy or anything,,, but all of them,,,

bouquet. || accepting.

… a compliment.

            fate laughs. jovial, slightly less empty than usual. his eyes glitter with amusement. "you've got an intense face. very ... serious. strong." he leans forward slightly. "stoic."

…. a complaint.

           "but you're so quiet, lucian." the lean goes into his hand, resting his chin there and playfully looking crestfallen. his gaze falls to his hand, where he taps the edges of the table. "gives me so little to work with, you know? what're you hiding, under all that angry?"

… a confession.

           his eyes rise to lucian's again, this time a glow of challenge radiating forth. "i want to know more."

… a secret.

           "more about what happened. we both have things we're hiding. but i think they're best kept that way, sometimes. families get lost all the time."

… a curious fact.

           he leans away again, seemingly ready to change the subject. a fickle, odd man. a fickle, odd mood he's in. "i used to know a thing or two about pistols, by the by. don't use 'em much, though."

… a suggestion.

           "you should teach me how to handle a pistol, sometime."

… a story about the past.

           there's a long, heavy pause. it weighs on fate, sinking his shoulders down. "wasn't born around lots of guns. saw 'em real infrequent. every once in a while they'd pop up, but it wasn't till i moved to bilgewater when i saw so many pistols it made me dizzy."

[tracelcss-blog]

sMASH OR PASS (;

smash or pass? || accepting.

        a man almost straight out of a happy marriage’s tragic end, tormented by both inner and outer demons. knows his way around a fight and is quite the tough cookie to deal with. a man of trouble and wit, of cold eyes like steel and quick, fast, hungry needs, and a festering starvation for what may not be his anymore--

               “smash.” fate nods.