#resonanthope

[oracleofluna-blog]

@resonanthope wants to meet!

Writing in her planner Lunafreya looked over the schedule she had planned, after school take Umbra and Pryna out for a walk. Lunafreya sighed the weather is decent for a simple stroll she looked to see the young student that she gave the pocket watch. Lunafreya smiled to him,

“Hello, nice to see you again I hope the gift wasn’t too much for you is there anything you need? I am happy to help if anything”

[bxhl]

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how my my muse sees yours 

    we’re friends.  despite a certain smile  , the word faded into a question. ‘maybe once.’ a voice commented , it was vaguely sad.  emotion now was like a sliver of water struggling to carry down a dry bed. or maybe it was easier to think of it as polluted river. there were only a few memories cradled in a mind that continued to slip and even now – they were only echoes. the echo of her head rested against the edge of a bed , braids’ tip tickling ekko’s face. echoes of their conversations , they shared a certain technological genius. ( hers was far less pronounced ).  her laughs once devoid of mania , clear and sweet.  she saw a faint pink in his gaze, but she’d never seen him that way. anyway, that color faded the further away from – her she became.   youth was a privilege that she clung to with bleeding nails. even when she could no longer pretend that there wasn’t another person bursting at the seams , she gripped.  she knew that he could not accept her for what she was becoming , though she admired herself more than ever.  a burning need to decimate , to outsmart , to leave the world scorched in her path. she had become something to be feared , awed by. but , he wouldn’t see that. he was afraid. and she would never let herself see the disgust. no it would bring beats to her still heart.     she couldn’t be herself around him any longer and for awhile - left zaun. he was a smart and capable boy , he could handle himself.  though once a time later,  she slipped and in the deep of night he saw her and for the first time in a long time she saw him.  he was not the same. loss grayed his eyes , bitterness weighed into his bones , but the most painful thing about him — was the hope she saw burned into the back of his gaze. what he wanted , she could never give to him. he saw in her his old friend , a person who had died so – so long ago. but , she would stay – some old , crumbled thing in her would not let his hope die.   | @resonanthope

[the-piltovian-inventor]

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Send me Ⓐ and my muse will rate yours:

Attractiveness:

repulsive || hideous || ugly || not attractive || unappealing || not unattractive || meh || no preference || ok || mildly attractive || nice looking || cute || adorable || attractive || pleasant on the eyes || good looking || hot || sexy || beautiful || gorgeous || hot damn || would tap that || perfect || godlike || holy fuck there are no words

Personality:

grating || irritating || frustrating || boring || confusing at best || awkward || unreasonable || psychotic || disturbing || interesting || engaging || affectionate || aggressive || ambitious || anxious || artistic || bad tempered || bossy || charismatic || appealing || unappealing || creative || courageous || dependable || unreliable || unpredictable || predictable || devious || dim || extroverted || introverted ||  egotistical || gregarious || fabulous || impulsive || intelligent || sympathetic || talkative || up beat || peaceful || calming || badass || flexible

How likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending || fuck no! || never || no way || not likely || not sure || indifferent || I’m asexual || maybe || probably || it depends || fairly likely || likely || yeah sure || yes || would tap that || hell yes || fuck yes! || wishing that could happen right now || as many times as possible || we are already having sex

Level of Friendship:

never in a million years || worst of enemies || enemies || rivals || indifferent || neutral || acquaintance || friendly toward each other || casual friends || friends || good friends || best friends || fuck buddies || bosom buddies || practically the same person || would die for them || true friends || my only friend ||

First impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

Current impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

How good of a kisser:

worst kisser ever || terrible || bad || awkward || just okay || alright || pretty good || good || makes me moan || excellent || exciting || oh god they’re good || I dream about it || fucking amazing || absolute perfection || we haven’t kissed

[coragio-archive-blog]

Make a headcanon out of... 'Hope.' :3

give me a word and I’ll make a headcanon out of it

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Hope is … something Riven never really had till she found out she could ‘reforge’ her blade ( or when her blade’s former energy return to her by the use of her own energy as well as the remaining energy her blade has. )

I mean, after Couer, she was really depressed. She had survived a bombing attack that had killed all the people she had considered family, nearly died after trying to survive the after effects of the chemical gases whilst she was running since Ionia isn’t safe for her anymore, and when she did get helped, and while she did get rescued, she has to live with the guilt of knowing what happened.

She was bedridden, and it had taken her a while to recover and in that span of time, she starts to reflect, to think about the invasion, then Noxus. She had devoted her life to this empire and it all blew up in her face. And it made her angry to know — then distraught to realise how many people she killed for a false belief. She began to lose all hope, and the only way she had managed to get back on her feet again is when she had made the resolve to pursue redemption — for her own action and Noxus’.

She loves Noxus too much to simply turn her back against them, so she vowed to bring back the 'Pure Noxian belief’ she had followed all her life. Because of this resolve, it had given her something to live and fight for— but she knows , deep down ( but she will not admit this ) that it is just a desperate act to give her life a purpose.

She wasn’t very sure about this resolve till she left Ionia, and till she managed to ’ reforge ’ her blade again. Though it was just a visual illusion, to see her blade back to its former size had gave her the reassurance she needed to actually go to this quest for atonement. It had given her hope that she needed to move on. Because if her blade had managed to rebuild itself, then she can too.

Because a sword does mirrors its owner.