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[fxlgurkinesis]

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memes..

memes

[fxlgurkinesis]

ofmaven replied to your post:             what’s crack-a-lackin meme lords

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that’s probably the most eloquent response to that imo

[bladesurgence]

❝ okay, it’s fine. i’ll help you! i’ll help you out. ❞

the woes of support | accepting

     If actions speak louder than words, then how RESOUNDING must the refrain of the maven’s resolve echo across the acoustics of Irelia’s mind?

     The telepathic message conveys a straightforward enough point, but Irelia raises a hand to halt Sona’s progress, urging the other woman to stay behind her. Blades rotate into vigilance, their tips quivering as the aura of danger around the two pokes at them, threatening to pierce the fragile bubble of their composure. Irelia will not be so easily unnerved.

     “Please do not fret over me too much. I have walked away from tougher situations with hardly more than a couple of scratches.”

     ( Yet even a skilled swordswoman like her understands the consequences of letting BRAVADO guide one’s path unchecked. )

     “…however, it would be appreciated if you could watch my back, my lady.”

[bxhl]

@ofmaven replied to your post:@ofmaven replied to your post:holds arms out ,...

hands u googly eyes for yourself

squats in bush with u , 👀

[withashatteredblade-blog]

   In Ionia there were several areas the exile has found to be her favorite. While it was a popular territory for art and love, it was hard to find such beauty within the tragic eyes of this exile. Showing her face and scarred armor in this land was suicide, but something was drawing her closer... enchanting music from plucked strings. Nothing Riven would ever hear in Noxus-- it was much too beautiful. Roaring battle drums and loud clashing of cymbals was something more familiar; however she enjoyed both.

   Eyes flicked towards the faint music, her feet were moving on her own it seemed. Against plush grass, muddy stained boots would clash along dragging her closer and closer to an opened temple. 

   Caramel eyes stopped to gaze, moving up the steps to see a woman playing an instrument she had never seen before. The traveler made herself known, standing in the open field, however, unsure if she had caught the attention of the blue-haired woman. 

   Just for a moment longer, she thought, and then I will be on my way.

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[jhinspirational-blog]

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      “ For someone normally SILENT your voice            seems to speak the very LOUDEST. ”

        Venom drips from his words as even an obscured face like his         can convey the utter disdain he feels. He doesn’t think her to be         a hideous sort, nor has she given him TRUE reason for him to         hate her. No, it’s nothing petty of the sort. She WAS certainly         worth some extent of praise, however, what WASN’T worth it         was the way in which she took up the ( HIS ) limelight.