#progressive-panic-by-jinx

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“I give you a seven oit of ten, you are slim and nimble but that is not how attractive is mesure in Freljord, you need to resist the weather and you are not fit for it.”

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@progressive-panic-by-jinx (Following The Return)

Though Kalista was often abroad in Runeterra, helping set up camps, forge new trails, and deal with things of an admittedly bloodier nature, she spent just as much time at the Bastion itself. Many of those who had joined up had their own areas of expertise and training, but the Spear never hesitated to offer what advice she could to those among the ranks. Especially if they used her weapon of choice. So when people began flooding in, alarms began sounding, she had some sense of pride at those standing out front, in defense of this place and those seeking shelter there.

The pulsating purple energy was more than familiar to her, she had been at one too many sites of Void born catastrophy. However, all sense of urgency was quickly shocked from her when she saw just who had come from the other side. Her eyes went wide as her signature weapon faded from existence. “It... It can’t be...” It looked like her. Enough that she was recognizable, at least. The changes were shocking, but to survive so long in such a foul place, something had to change.

Suddenly she was forcing her way through the guard’s ranks, brushing them aside with a strength even she rarely used. “Weapons down, all of you! That’s an order!” She didn’t even bat an eye or turn to look and see if her orders were followed. The Spear charged right up to the girl and lifted her by the underarms, enough so that they were eye level at the very least. Though her eyes shone with tears, she spoke with a voice of a parent being reunited with a lost child. “Don’t you ever do something so stupid again, Jinx!”

Kalista barely made it five more seconds before pulling her lost friend into a tight hug, refusing to let go. “I thought I would never see you again...” she whispered as the tears finally began rolling down her cheeks.

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come visit me at DelightfulDemonSisters and we can be Demon Sister buddies. 8D i haven’t gotten to play much with them, but i’d love to have some Scanty to your Kneesocks. <3

Where have all you people been? I have been riding solo in this fandom for two years of my almost four years of RPing Kneesocks

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“Um! Wow, that’s... That’s really nice,” Lux smiles as politely as she possibly can. It’s strained, “But you really don’t have to. Really. You don’t.”

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Honestly, Demacia is shown to be a totalitarian, freedom hating place where the people are too afraid of looking like they’re breaking a rule to go out at night. I’d say Piltover and Bandle are the only nice places.

((There have been exactly zero instances in lore of Demacians being too afraid of breaking a rule to go out at night. In fact, there have been zero instances in lore of a Demacian being “afraid of looking like they’re breaking a rule” at all. 

You’re conflating written lore with every popular work of literary fiction written about a totalitarian society. It’s an understandable mistake, and a totally acceptable headcanon, but it’s just not factual.))