#stratusphera

[gxldendemon-archive-blog]

"I'm glad you could make the trip over here." Another foreign visitor, another person brought to Janna's favorite skyscraper cafe. She slices a small fragment of cheesecake for her taste buds to enjoy. "I think what I'd like to know most is - where do you get the inspiration for all this?"

     "It's my pleasure, my dear. It is not often that I'm given the opportunity to visit such a place as diverse as Piltover," Jhin says, his smile more prominent than ever. The lies are well practiced, rolling off his tongue the same as would one-hundred precent truth-- in truth, he hates Piltover as much as he hates Zaun.

     There isn't the slightest twitch of magic or beauty in the airs here, instead replaced with the static of thoughtless machinery and incorrigible-- uninspired-- hextech. But he smiles and nods to her like this is the most fancied trip he's had in years. Jhin could stick his neck out on this occasion-- after all, he and Janna were friends.

     "I liken inspiration to one of your lightning-tuned rods here in Piltover," Jhin replies, bringing his hands together on the table. "Inspiration is everywhere-- it's a matter of knowing how to bring it to yourself." Like how Janna's eyes are as bright as glass-- and glass they could be, with the right resin and enchantment. How her lean body could be windswept and windblown, hung by hooks of metal rods and left to drift--

     --Jhin fingers his palm in a hand, looking at her proper, then he chuckles. "However, I suppose it does come to some easier than others. If you mean the piece I showed you earlier today, I found that the shape of Piltovian airships are intriguing to put to canvases." His hards part to bring the glass of water to his lips. And how they sank when holed. "Though I wonder if Piltovian arts are as burlesque as I imagine."

[deathmarxx-blog]

Ship that is unpopular but you still like:💘

i think the art for the kalista nd thresh ship is rlly cute (or either horrifying), and idunno, tho they have different goals n stuff in their existence i still see it as hella cute and idk why.actually fuck it, i also think stuff like zed x akali or ahri is cuteish (probably angtsy tho)

[tracelcss-archived-blog]

❝you don’t need to leave so soon.❞

talk to TF | accepting

          He laughs. It’s sweet and short and has no true malice to it, but it is dismissive at its core. Janna should understand more than anyone that he’s not the kind to stay very long. Antsy as always.

         Or so he’d told himself for years.

         “Don’t I, though?” He asks softly, tipping his hat back at her.

( @stratusphera )

[tracelcss-archived-blog]

"Bitch please, have you seen me? I’m a princess."

sassafrass | accepting

          “I hope you’re not the princess of Zaun,” he hums. “Because that’s essentially being the princess of a quagmire.”

( @stratusphera ) 

[tracelcss-archived-blog]

hand flies out to summon staff once her eye catches the unsteady gait of the card sharp. she lets a cool breeze wash over the two of them, intercepting him before a nasty stumble and guiding him to a place where he can sit. Janna can't quite make out his face - even through it all, he still insists on that hat - and raises his chin, trying to peer through the emptiness in pupils. "tell me what happened."

          Her sympathy and care is unfamiliar to him. So often was he alone -- so often left to bleed -- so often had he cared for his own mistakes -- that the hand on his chin felt sharp and painful. Pity, he thinks, it must be pity. Poor, weak Twisted Fate, the sinner with a soft core, the devil with his heart still intact. It was simply a case of miscalculated gambling and magic, he just robbed the wrong person at the wrong time. 

         But he’s too tired, too weak to take Janna’s hold off of him, so he just blearily blinks.

         “Nothin’...” He mumbles. “It’s just the business I’m in, hurricane.”

[scarletgunslinger-archive-blog]

❝ Put the gun down. ❞

Such a hardened expression lingers for a moment more, until broken with a rather bitter smile. A skillful twirl has the weapon find its ways back into her holster.

“Fine. They’ll be keepin’ their heads this time. Don’t expect me to be listenin’ the next time it happens.”

[tracelcss-archived-blog]

it doesn't take a star guardian to tell tobias that there are fates less twisted written in the stars but janna's here nevertheless to commiserate in the struggle of running away and never feeling like you're going fast enough

How to Care For Your Swindler: A Guide By You | accepting.

[coragio-archive-blog]

"I don't think I could part from my staff either." She eyes the runic fragment like an artist poring over an unfinished painting - the complete product just a fascination in her mind. An offering of a melancholic smile. "Do you ever find it has a will of its own, and it just pulls you in a direction?"

        “–At times,” 

Like the mage, ambers glosses over runic blade. Fingers tracing the inscription, the meaning behind the letters were long gone. Perhaps there was a time that the symbols hold some purpose or meaning. Attention flicks over the mage, wondering if her attachment to her staff was mutual to hers. 

       “I find it guiding where I’m going. Whenever I feel lost, or the darkness has consumed me, it acts as my light and allows me strive my way through,” A soft sigh, lids closes shut, 

       “It is my most treasured possession.”