#luminous-lady

[vilefeather]

Continued with @luminous-lady

“Do I.” He states simply, bent arms keeping the girl securely held aloft. Visored eyes study her flustered expression, faintly entertained by the young Demacian’s reactions.

“Perhaps you scare easily.”

[thenameoftheblade]

luminous-lady replied to your post: Random Ranked Game moment: Me (Talon): *Flashes...

I support this with my entire being

*Casually writing your post*. 

[light-puns]

Your Lux is a cutie patootie, a very endearing little bubble of love as she should be, so idk what these people are complaining about. She’s the epitome of positivity, kindness & love. Thank you for sharing her with us 💕

// Ah! Thank you so much darling! I’m so glad you like her! She tries very hard for everyone around her but sometimes things just don’t quite work out the way she’d like. Thank you for always plopping adorable Talux art on my dash with a sprinkling of Ez/Lux. <3 You always find the cutest pictures! They always brighten my day, just like this ask! <3 Stay sweet! <3 I hope your day is radiant!

[i-love-rakan]

- Starter For @luminous-lady

- Rakan was swimming through the realms of the oceans of Demacia one day, having arrived there for underwater performances, he flicked his tail about playfully in the clean blue water... until he heard a voice. It was a woman... singing!

- Rakan did not want to frighten her but as she sat on the edge of the port and dipped her feet in the water, he took advantage and touched her bare feet extremely gently with his hands, picking his head above the water to see her. Man, he badly desired feet... He wondered what it was like to walk on the human’s land, to eat what the humans ate, to experience what the humans experience. But unfortunately, he was not that lucky and it shattered his heart...

- “ You have a very beautiful voice, mistress... And... my oh my... what a pretty face! “ Rakan smiled, lowering his neck under the water to collect ocean water to breathe then brushed his gorgeous silver-blonde hair behind a long pointed ear, lifting his head once more. He did not appear human in the slightest but looked extremely attractive, a jawline perfection and eyes the color of the ocean water he swam in.

- “ Are you native here, my dear, or did you move here from somewhere? “

[ekkq]

@luminous-lady​

     Ekko’s habit of waking up at ridiculously early hours in the morning was a bit of an acquired taste that started with his INVENTION of time travel. He’d always felt like over-sleeping was a sure way to waste hours of the day, but now that he truly understood what that meant, it seemed that he rarely allowed himself to rest too much... UNLESS he did it over at Ezreal’s. Yes, somehow it seemed that the only place where he always managed to get some much needed sleep was Ezreal’s home. Actually, his presence alone was often enough to get him to relax and let go. Those walls of his were weight he didn’t need whenever the two of them were together...

      Today was one of such days. He'd stayed for the night and it looked like Ekko woke to an empty bed. Well, not really. Ezreal HAD been there and he had told him where he was going, but Ekko hadn’t been awake enough to care. “Well, then.” Ekko said when he finally mustered the strength to get out of bed. He put on some sweatpants and ventured into the kitchen and, after making some coffee, sat by Ezreal’s kitchen table enjoying the faint sounds of the city he’d always despised.

      Ekko’s mind drifted away almost instantly, and it would have stayed like that for a very long time had he not been surprised by a knock on the door. He smiled to himself, already walking towards the sound. “Did you REALLY forget the ke-” The second he pulled the knob, his smirk died out. The blond standing on the other side of the door was NOT the one he had expected. “... And you are?” Ekko would ask, squinting and crossing his arms over his bare chest, further emphasizing his hostile tone.

[fury-of-darkin]

@luminous-lady Enters the Fray

“So, it is true then... A member of the Crownguards has a spark of magic within her.” Aatrox chuckled, sitting atop a statue and looking down at Lux. “Do they know, girl?

[thebladesofnoxus]

@luminous-lady

The sea left a sour taste in the air. In literature, the unending horizon of the ocean often was portrayed as a symbol of freedom, of unattainable desires and purity.

Blidgewater’s sea was many things, but pure was not one of them. Dozens of ships docked at its door each day, thousands of people wandered its unstable wood footbridges as improvised and chaotic streets. All of this people were different, some of them coming from the farthest corners of the ocean, but they shared something in common: all their waste ended up in the water.

Some saw it as something poetic; like how the ocean gave everything to men and also took everything from them in an eternal cycle of death and rebirth. Katarina’s impression was less romantic, as she thought it was rather disgusting to throw all your junk (even corpses) to your principal food source.

Bildgewater may not be clean, and the air and the water were not the only things proving that fact, but it had it’s charms. It was the loudest, more disorganized city (if it could be considered as such at all) the Sinister Blade had ever laid foot on; a perfect place for all those who wished to hide from unwanted attention.

Half the population were fishers or pirates, while the other half sold merchandise of shady origins along the shores of Valoran. It was a city in constant movement, always flowing, always changing, as so dictated one of their local gods, the Bearded Lady.

Katarina had come other times before to the distant city, always in search of the same thing in Noxus’ name: information and mercenaries. She was known, even in those strange lands at the other side of the sea. Those willing to risk their lives for a few coins were convinced more by her reputation than her arguments.

She had been going from one place to another the whole day, waiting for men in a dirty tavern, exchanging whispers in shadowed corners, even fighting. Bildgewater was so dirty nobody cared if the footbridges were dirtied with blood. The salt would eat the stains, and the sea would swallow the body.

The waves mourned as Katarina looked at the horizon. She forgot where she was going for an instant as she stood by a bridge, lost in though. The scenery was almost beautiful. She had memories of beautiful seas, all buried and denied, from happier times she refused to recall. She almost did it now.

The sun was starting to fade, burning brightly behind a strange fog in the distance. The more it sank beyond the endless sea, the more the wind raised, and the ocean breeze (pure, for once) of the evening lulled Bildgewater into the night.

[fourth-times-thecharm]

[hair] & [hands]?

Ironically an artist, the Virtuoso always keeps his hands cleaned, either masterfully avoiding his mediums (blood, paint, charcoal, oil paint, ink) or almost immediately cleaning them thoroughly after a completed piece.

From the amount of use, and as well as, physical labor for his more human pieces, Jhin easily runs a sweat, but due to his obsession with self-cleanliness, a handkerchief is always nearby to maintain. 

Proportionately long, Whisper was specifically designed to meet the length of his digits and arm.

Pampered and soft, a facade to the unholy sins committed, his hands holds a true definition of pampered, perfectly manicured, the angle of his nails all parallel and unsharp.

(Hair already answered)