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❛ What do men know ? ❜ // Vi stop

when the last eagle flies. || accepting.

          fate runs a diligent hand through his hair, pondering this statement. there’s lots of ways this could go - he could be truthful and say that they know just as much as their eyes will tell them. he could be mysterious, say not even he knew the extent of what he knew. but--

         “we know what we like.” he answers, coy. “we know how to get by. how to please people. especially people we like.”

[strategion]

‘ there is no such thing as a person who is required to love you. ’

   “Nonsense.” 

He raised a brow, a subtle ghost of a laugh escaped his lips-- more a huff than a chuckle. Such a rarity it was, that the bird perched upon his shoulder cast her glance upon him. Jericho Swain allowed himself a small moment of weakness, peace perhaps.

     “Our duty as parents is to care for our own, ensure that they grow strong and prepared for this world.”

To raise children in this viper’s pit of a world would be the cruelest deed one could do. And so a debt is owed, or so Jericho thought. 

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@schxrfe Uncouth were ones captors, speech barely comprehensible even for one who was eloquent in such a tongue, not to mention the boorish way they held themselves; it wasn't exactly surprising that these were the kinds to hold a 'Fighting' ring of all things. 

Vastayans of varying race huddled in pens, trepidation contorting the features of some; they dreaded the opening of that door, of the approach of one of the three that ran the operation, a swine like oaf with a snout-like nose && teeth that over-lapped scarred bottom lip. 

Xayah had OBSERVED his comings && goings for some time now && noted some left with him && more than often only one of the pair would return-- He was the one who'd decide whose fate would be determined on this night.

"You." A pudgy finger was shoved in the face of one no elder than ten; tears sprang into eyes, shaking their head in terror "N-No! Please you must not! Take me instead!" Ancient was the vixen who curled her arms around the child, pleading for the young one to be spared."Fuckin' Wench!" Seethed the pig, slamming a fist into the side of her head && sending her sprawling onto the cement; it was so abrupt, she'd had no time to retaliate && it made the Vastayan's blood boil-- She had to contain herself-- if only until the moon reached its peak then she'd make her move.

 The riot would be enough to throw the three of them into a disarray && during that time she'd free the captives && guide them to the exit; if it meant killing these vermin she'd be MORE than happy to oblige.

"You also." Finger was jutted towards Xayah. "Move it, Bitch." The cage uttered a groan of complaint as she was brutishly coaxed out of her confinement. The child STARED at her in awe && terror alas she could not assure him things would be alright if she was to maintain her PLAN. For now... For now they'd have to go along with these, these monsters. 

[prideofnoxus]

schxrfe replied to your post: Guys he just wants to drink the coconut water...

WHY DOESN’T HE JUST GET COCONUT WATER FROM A STORE OR SOMETHING

HE DOESNT HAVE MONEY, OR ANY STORES IN THE NORTHERN PLAINS.

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+ @schxrfe​

With a cloak donned over her phantasmal form, Kalista hoped not to draw any attention to herself. However, the giant green spears sticking out of her torso may have aroused suspicion. She couldn’t go anywhere without Hecarim’s constant reminders ruining her life.

❝ We are just passing through, Warden.          We do not want any trouble. ❞  

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‘ fairytales don’t always have a happy ending, do they? ’

real throwback mood | accepting

          Something in the way she says those words strikes something deep within Fate, and rather than address it directly he swallows the lump in his throat and shrugs at her. 

         “Depends on your definition of a happy endin’.” he says. “Do you want somethin’ simple, like growin’ up and not dyin’ early, or is it more of a finite dream? Get where you want financially, or get married, have kids, all’at stuff?”

         His chest tightens.

         “Most of the time, no. No they don’t.”

[remoteincandescence]

// figured i’d answer this in one go: i’m following a color palette challenge where we have to draw champions from aatrox to kindred in certain palettes. the minimum requirement for each art piece is bust or headshot, with the exception of kindred being mandatory fullbody.

// i’m very biased for sol and azir cuz they’re my baes, hence why i’m turning them into full blown tarot cards, and since kindred has to be fullbody anyway i figured i’d do it for them too! i’m sorry if this is disappointing, but this means i’m unlikely to do the same for other champs u_u;;;

// i appreciate the suggestions tho vi-mun!! that said, if i ever draw my raka as a major arcana i’d probably put her down as the chariot, strength, or the hanged man.

@humanoid-kindred @schxrfe

[sagathebeastman]

Saga was not a fan of Zaun. First of all, the air smelled bad, made worse by his strong sense of smell. Secondly, it was loud, made worse by his sensitive hearing. Thirdly, it burned his eyes when he was running. Lastly, he was running away from a group of people he was certain wanted him dead. 

He had absolutely no reason why, but they kept calling him a wolf and murderer. He was no murderer in this city, and he was damn sure not a wolf. The people chasing him were also using weapons he had never seen before but had a feeling he didn’t want to be hit by them. So he simply ran, jumped, and climbed to get as far away from the people as possible.

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