#runplaythings

[azulity]

"I drink tea and cover myself in many heavy blankets. I do not celebrate most holidays."

"If i could have all the pretty stuff without the cold, that’d be great."

Surprise, run-playthings! I'm your Secret Santa (well, from my Vi blog but you know). I didn't get to message you as much I wanted to but I'm glad that your answers to my messages were able to create a mental image for me to work with. I know I'm posting this a day (or two) early but I really wanted to show you in case I wouldn't be around on Christmas Eve/Day.

With your answers I pictured Syndra taking some quiet time up in her domain, watching the snow fall outside her home from a window. She'd be cozy in a thick sweater while enjoying some tea with blankets covering her and an extra few nearby in case she needed it. It would be a kind of meditation or relaxation time for her, a chance to clear her mind and think of everything and nothing at all. In the illustration above I tried to show her idly staring at her mug and the steam from her tea while lost in her own thoughts.

I hope you like this as much as I like you. Happy Holidays!

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[fxcethewind]

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Send me ‡ for my character’s reaction to yours climbing into bed with mine.

{ run-playthings }

He'd been stuck in that in between state where you weren't fully awake yet still not completely asleep for a while now. It'd seem as though he wouldn't notice as the woman settled beside him, though the extra heat that radiates off the other caused him to stir awake. Groggily muttering something under his breath before opening his eyes completely only to find the dark sovereign.

Yasuo's brow furrows out of confusion, rubbing at his eyes with one hand just to make sure this wasn't some sort of dream. "...Syndra what are you even doing?" he asks, tiredness slipping it's way into his tone.

[enforcedviolence]

"Rgh. I have heard you recently had... offspring. I have put together a basket for you. It contains herbal teas, a small cake, a few candies, and flowers. I have also brought you a pair of birds. You may thank me now."

"Thank you," Vi replied, smirking a bit. "I didn’t expect it, especially from you, but it’s appreciated." Tilting her head just slightly, Vi raised a brow. "Was coming here a problem though? You didn’t have to… But it is nice to know little ol’ me is in your thoughts."

[mxssor-blog]

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ Syndra

Send me a (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ with a Champion name after it and I will tell you my headcanons for my muse’s relationship with them.

     Syndra is an enigma to Vladimir, and something of a stranger – rather, an acquaintance to him. He has only seen her work through the League and otherwise knows nothing about her, despite what he’s heard from rumors or the little he’s gotten from their short, not-so-frequent conversations. He finds her very mysterious, and is curious about her; he wishes to find out more about her, as well as her magic.

     The reaper regards her highly, with appreciation and something of respect. He is uncertain, however, what she thinks of him, but he doesn’t care terribly. As powerful as she may be, she is nothing for him to worry about, however that doesn’t stop him from wondering about her. He’s very interested in getting to know her.

[mxssor-blog]

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Send me a ϟ: I will generate a number 1-35 to see what my muse will say to yours.

     Vladimir had a habit of asking what seemed like strange questions, purely out of some sense of curiosity it seemed. This was not different when he found himself alone with this woman, intending to break the silence for the start of a conversation. His gaze fell directly to her eyes, the corner of his lip lifting gently as he conjured something to say.

     ”If you had to choose," the reaper began a question, pacing around the sovereign as he spoke to her, ”how would you want to die?”

[strikewhenreadyarchive]

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♚:Head scratches

'Having my ears scratched feels really good but it's weird having Syndra do this.'

"Can you... stop?" The hunter held no illusions that when she wasn't bound, the Dark Sovereign could throw him from one side of Valoran to the other. 

[fxcethewind]

♖

Nonsexual acts of Intimacy for my muse to respond to:

♖:Having their hair washed by your muse

{ run-playthings }

The ronin had settled himself in a spring for a moment of peace, leaving his belongings placed together neatly not so far from the banks. Relishing in the feeling of cool water against scarred skin briefly before he pulled the tie from his hair, allowing dark strands to fall amongst his shoulders. He took in a short breath before dipping his head down into the water and was quick to resurface after a few seconds.

Yasuo runs a hand through his hair, mostly to get it out of his face, before leaning back against the bank. A content look happens upon his features up until he feels hands that are surely not his own run through his hair. And he flinches, turning quickly to find the sovereign to be the source.

"Syndra what are you doing?" his response sounding more surprised than he had expected it to be.

[enforcedviolence]

GREEN + TURQUOISE + PINK + YELLOW

GREEN: I think you’re cute.TURQUOISE: I would hug you if we metPINK: I love your blog it’s one of my favouritesYELLOW: I wish we were friends in real life.

[ !!!!! MWAH <3 LIKEWISE ]