#ppau faker

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dumb shit i said about these finals (i am cooked)

[aryasage]

go and save yourself

so.

liv and i were Talking. as is often the case. and, let's just say…i had some Ideas about how ltfite could have gone differently.

some warnings beforehand!

this is not canon, okay?

this is not, in fact, what happens in ltfite nor what happens after. obviously.

viego will not ever use this tactic for the following reasons.

viego canonically does Not Understand Relationships. he does not actually love isolde. he loves the idea of her. he wants her and he would create the entire ruination to get her back but if he could make her live again in exchange for his own life he would not do so because he doesn't care about her. he cares about having her. so him exploiting relationships like this would not make sense.

even if it did make sense, if viego did this, he would pretty much be undefeatable. that's no fun for the story. and we all know how incapable ppau is of having unhappy endings. i can safely say having literally everyone get ruined and viego possess everyone is not a happy ending.

this is Dark. ppau is Not This Dark. no, viper does not count. and besides, liv isn't the one who wrote the Actually Dark part. temporary character death is fun and all but this scene is Not Cheery at All.

(even not counting the viego stuff parts of this are not entirely canon-compliant for…Reasons.)

however! Darkness aside, it does make for some good angst, and the brainrot is quite powerful. so if you're not fazed by any of that, keep reading for a little snippety bit of what i had some Random Thoughts about :)

(mild blood and. uh. Threats, possession, if that wasn't obvious, implied temporary character death)

“Faker. I know you’re still here,” the Ruined King taunts in his shadowy voice of mist. Faker stops breathing. There should be no way of seeing him, cloaked in shadows, but the Ruined King doesn’t seem to care all that much for the laws of physics. “I know you’re watching me. Watching them. You care about them, don’t you?”

Faker couldn’t care more about the four teammates standing by the side of the Ruined King, misty green crowns hovering over their heads, eyes swirling with green shadows. Not after all they’ve been through. Not after he failed them so recently, and the Ruined King seems to know this all too well. “You would not stay here if you did not, after all. Little demon king, you will bow to me yet. Your kingdom will fall regardless. Show yourself, and those you love will not be harmed. Stay hidden, however, and you will watch them suffer one by one for your stubbornness.”

Faker’s blood runs cold, and he can do nothing but stand there, frozen as he watches the Ruined King lazily glance around, waiting for Faker to reveal himself. When Faker doesn’t respond after a minute, the Ruined King sighs. “So be it. Why not start with your weak little support, then? So loyal to me. So willing.”

Faker can only look on in horror as misty water forms in Keria’s empty palm, freezing into a wicked dagger of ice. All of his teammates look wrong, but Keria especially so, the green glow of the misty crown above his head casting a sickly light over his face, causing him to look even smaller than he usually does. Keria’s eyes are watery, tears threatening to spill over, and his arm violently trembles, but then it stops, moving unnaturally smoothly instead, slowly raising the blade to his neck. 

As it meets his throat, Keria’s eyes suddenly unfog, sending a clear message combined with the slightest shake of his head that causes beads of blood to well up. Don’t give in, Keria’s begging, but Faker can’t see past the sheer terror in his eyes, and as the mist clouds them over again, the pure fear is still all Faker can see.

As Keria’s hand presses harder, causing those first few drops of blood to spill over and drip down his neck, the tears in his eyes do the same, streaming down his face, and Faker snaps, forcing the shadows concealing him as far away as he can and revealing himself to the rest of them.

“There! That wasn’t so hard, was it?” the Ruined King asks, a smug smile on his face, but Keria doesn’t lower the dagger, the implicit threat still hanging over Faker’s head. 

“I surrender,” Faker whispers, and he immediately hears four muffled noises of protest. I’m sorry, he thinks. But I’m not letting any of you die for me. I already failed you enough. “But you have to let them go.”

“You are in no position to argue, little demon king,” The ruined king scoffs. “And yet, I admire your spirit. So I shall acquiesce. Once I have you, I shall let the others go.”

Faker nods. Steeling his nerves, he pulls his chestplate off in one fluid motion and braces himself for the impact. Still, nothing prepares him for the sheer agony as the Ruined King’s sword stabs straight through his chest. White-hot pain courses through him, so overwhelming that he nearly forgets everything else. Somehow, though, he manages to look up at the Ruined King in determination even as his body freezes up. 

“Now,” he grits out. “Free…them.”

The Ruined King lets out a laugh, a sharp, merciless bark. “No,” he says. “They will be useful, after all.”

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alt ruination poster sketch that beat me up in a dark alleyway and stole my lunch money

heres a behind the scenes look for the tumblr gang

ok lemme... explain things (for the tumblr gang)

top row: sm faker bengi canyon

bottom: rookie viper guma deft jkl meiko zeus oner keria chovy

t1's designs have me fucking rolling u have faker in his sickass armor and then theres. guma who has a jacket. zeus who has a lightning bolt. oner. keria who has armor.

I FORGOT ROOKIES CAPE AJKBHKJWEBJKFSDBKJABHWEJKBSFNDJKHAJKEWSDJKFNJKAEWBDJSKHJKFHSDK anyway

oh ig you cant fucking see it but bengi's wearing faker's armor too because... yknow. hes copying duh

canyon has a braid bc..... sm would... braid his mane before battles... so its like a tribute haha kill me

i sketched each of these morons individually so i could theoretically paint them and then move them around for duo versions or wtv. insert shrek "like thats ever gonna happen" here.

its so funny the sentinels have their whole goon squad and then ruination gang is 5 mfs

im never finishing this on god

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daily fun but useless ppau fact #20

every time faker's third wish is hinted at (spoilers under cut for chapter 3 of "legendary (the stars will remember you)") (and for lots of other stuff)

someday both of us are leaving here

Gods above, Gumayusi thinks distantly as his support helps him to his feet. He’s so cute. I would literally kill for him.

“I think you just tried,” Faker says with that characteristic hint of amusement in his voice. Gumayusi blinks once. Twice.

“...Did I say that out loud?”

he did not, in fact, say that out loud.

look the fall in the eyes

Spirits. That was far too close for comfort. Keria manages to make eye contact with Faker as he begins to turn away. Please, he mentally pleads, unable to use his magical voice to convey the message. Protect them.

He has no way to hear Keria, but Faker seems to understand anyway, looking back at Keria with a whole storm of emotions in his eyes—determination, sorrow, regret, fear, and a thousand other things that Keria can’t decipher. I will, his eyes seem to say. Believe me, I will.

faker does hear him during this scene!

now you're coming at the king

Oner throws his hands in the air, causing some of the bandages around his wounds to slip. As Bengi hurriedly fixes them, Oner demands, “Why not? Don’t tell me you’re scared of him.” Faker gives him a look. “Then why are you so calm? Keria is—he’s gone!”

“He’s not,” Faker says, and the confidence in his tone has even Deft looking at him in surprise. 

and that's why faker's so confident. because he could literally hear keria plotting the entire last fic.

(don't) fear what you don't know

“You recognize them,” Faker says, his gaze piercing as he studies Showmaker’s reaction. Showmaker stifles a curse. Damn Faker for being so perceptive. 

“I never said that,” Showmaker scoffs, keenly aware of everyone’s eyes on him. He doesn’t even fool himself with the lie, and keeping his brave face on is nearly impossible under the weight of that stare. 

Faker could be Chovy with the way he’s practically reading his soul right now, Showmaker decides. “No, you didn’t,” Faker says easily, “but I’m right anyway.”

he's not even being perceptive he's just reading showmaker's mind (look one of his sons was stabbed he's past worrying about boundaries)

If what Showmaker gives Canyon is a Look, then what Faker’s giving him now is a LOOK. What is he trying to do, read his thoughts like some sort of demon? It would technically be on-brand. Listen, Demon King. It’s not nice to spy on other people without their permission, Showmaker thinks as aggressively as possible.

Faker doesn’t react. Showmaker isn’t sure if he’s disappointed or relieved.

i originally had faker turning away after showmaker... thinks at him, but i was worried it might be too obvious. i was going for a long con. but yeah showmaker does guess faker's wish here (but has no idea he's right)

in the end notes, i mention that i forgot to add a small moment to the chapter. said small moment was supposed to be faker asking showmaker "how did you know?" and showmaker thinking he was referring to something else. once again i thought it was too obvious so i cut it.

the sinful and the saviors

“I mean it, S—Faker.” There it is again, that uncharacteristic slip-up. Faker doesn’t need to read Bengi’s mind to know he’s telling the truth. He can see that much in his eyes.

haha get it? i literally said faker didn't need to read his mind haha

Just to be safe, Faker reaches out to touch a hand to Rookie’s shoulder. If he makes contact, he should be able to figure out what’s up with him. To his surprise, Rookie moves faster than the eye can see, batting his hand aside. He gives Faker a look, one that very clearly means don’t try that again.

Fine. Faker doesn’t need physical contact. He furrows his brow slightly as he channels his magic, determined to get to the bottom of this—

he's trying to read "rookie"'s mind here to make sure he's normal rookie. however keria lowkey knows that faker can do this by now, so he doesn't let him get that close.

change the game

"Gumayusi!" someone shouts, and the door is yanked open abruptly to reveal Faker, his eyes wide and one of the blades on his arm fully extended. "Are you oka— Keria?"

"How did you know?" Keria asks, wincing immediately as the words come out of his mouth in Gumayusi's voice. Some small part of him that still retains its common sense can think of a few different reasons Faker might be able to tell, but seeing as Keria is in a state of sheer what the fuck at the moment, that part of him goes unnoticed.

Faker shrugs, blade retracting until it’s hidden in his sleeve again. “It felt like you.”

(he literally read his brainwaves that's how he knew)

(and keria knows his wish he totally knows it so that's why he goes wait there are def reasons faker knew)

what are you willing to lose

Faker just stares him down, half to be intimidating and half because he has nothing to say. He reaches out with his magic again, this time to Deadeye, but he can’t get a good read on him. That alone has him tensing up, ready to unsheathe his blades at a moment’s notice.

he's just trying to read his mind here

Faker digs his blade into Deadeye’s neck just enough to draw blood. “What are you talking about?” he demands. Finally close enough for his magic to do its work, Faker starts to try to get a good read on Deadeye’s magic.

same thing

As he says it, Faker’s heart drops. His magic retreats, coming back to him with one clear conclusion. This isn’t Deadeye.

faker then realizes this fake deadeye has no thoughts. like me fr.

He’s not one to pray, but Zeus turns his eyes up to the sky anyway. Faker, if you can hear me, we need you. Help us, please.

once again faker hears this! he's 2 for 2 on this typa thing

He doesn’t have to read Showmaker’s mind to know his answer. One look at the strange emotion in the other mid laner’s eyes, something between shame and pity, tells Faker enough. Showmaker looks away. “I’m not sure.”

DO YOU GET IT?????? HE DOESN'T HAVE TO READ HIS MIND HAHA I SAID IT (im losing my mind)

ok that's all... for now. i swear ill post soon. jk i wont swear. but i have some things that should be ready.

[spiritblossoming]

happy birthday faker! here's an old ass drawing to celebrate!

legend has it that if you turn your brightness all the way up you can almost spot the little owl drawn on one of the rocks

oh also his third wish is finally out!

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Since T1 won, do you have any idea what their championship wishes would be? I know it's pretty soon, but I'm already curious

short answer: no...

i want t1's wishes to be perfect. well i want wishes to be perfect in general. so i must think. and thinking is hard for my pea brain.

also, i tend to take inspiration from the players' skins, and obviously for t1 those aren't even close to out yet. see: canyon's nidalee skin and her water effects leading to canyon's wish being water manipulation, ig wing details leading to ning's flying wish, faker's bazillion skins letting him use champion select, ghost's wish having a side effect of letting him turn his gun into a guitar... yknow?

i will admit, i did have some ideas. but they were goofy ones. here's a quick rundown of what i've thought about so far...

zeus: i considered something related to lightning, but i don't want to make his wish too close to nuguri's. so then i thought about yone, since that's technically a candidate for his skin choice and a pretty signature champion of his and oh shit i have an idea

oner: man idk

faker: 99% chance his wish is just restoring bengi's soul and power, but if i think of something cool enough... yknow...

gumayusi: also dunno.

keria: i thought about "haha so keria wanted a lux skin. but he didn't play lux. yknow lux has an elementalist skin. yknow how keria already controls water. haha what if he controlled the other elements. avatar keria hAAHAHAHA" ok yknow what my reasoning is starting to sound actually decent. fuck its kinda funny... the issue is ofc that if he's just the Avatar it's like... not even close to him being nautilus like he's supposed to be

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faker

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if you are still taking requests from the prompt list; 49, faker and deft

Unlike a certain someone, Deft is minding his own damn business as he types a quick response to Showmaker's latest meme (seriously, where is he getting these?) and sets his phone down on the table to fiddle with his crossbow instead. It's only a few minutes before his showmatch against Faker, and to say that he's nervous would be an understatement. After all, it's Faker, and considering the outcome of their battle on the Rift just last month, Deft wouldn't blame him if he's out for revenge. Deft forces himself to shut his eyes and take a deep breath to calm his nerves. He lets it out slowly, letting the tension ease from his shoulders—

"Am I your lock screen?"

Deft's eyes fly open, and he sits up from the couch to find Faker standing in front of him with the marksman's phone in his hand. He feels his heart sink so far down that he wouldn't be surprised if it fell out of his ass. "You weren't supposed to see that," he mutters, pointedly looking away from the picture on the screen that Faker holds out to him.

Faker just smirks. "Wow, even the great Deft is a fanboy of the Unkillable Demon King? I can't believe I got beaten by a fan," he says playfully, almost completely masking the bitterness lying beneath.

"I lost a bet," Deft grits out, mentally cursing out Keria for being such an evil genius (not to be confused with the NA guild). Well, not really. He would never do such a thing, no matter how tempting it feels at the moment. His response only makes Faker laugh as the mid laner turns the phone around to look at it again.

"Whatever you say," Faker says once he finishes laughing, amusement still written across his face. He finally hands the phone back to Deft with a shake of his head.

Deft practically scrambles to take it back, holding it protectively with both hands as he unlocks it to send a frantic message to Keria.

DK Deft: if I lose it's your fault

T1 Keria is typing...

He doesn't get the chance to read Keria's response (assuming there is one), because at that moment, a bell rings somewhere just outside the door. Deft straightens a little at the sound, reaching for his crossbow. It's match time.

His face still burning with shame, Deft follows Faker out towards the arena. Their match hasn't even started, and yet, he feels like he's already lost.

—

dodged a bullet considering #50 was "I can't keep kissing strangers and pretending that they're you."