#willoftheblades

[herbounty]

                                     Irelia/Syndra mood board

             ❛  when the power of love overcomes the love of power the world will know peace.  ❜

for @willoftheblades

[leagueofpositivity-blog]

“ @willoftheblades​ is an amazing writer and should be showered in love for all the effort he's put into his irelia! “ --- Anonymous.

[timoriia]

"Are you still thinking about them?"

x | accepting

   “Always.”

   The answer is whispered with hardly a thought, and not a second to consider it.

   “They are in everything,” Varus continues, and it is a wonder that his voice is morose and not grateful; he should be glad to cling to their memory, and yet…

   He waves a hand at Irelia, at the grass beneath her feet and the sun over her shoulder. It makes his heart heavy to see the bit of Pallas that swarms his fingers, like before he’d made the gesture he had forgotten it was even there.

   “Would it make me a monster… more than I am already,” he murmurs, “to wish that they were not?”

   Because there were beautiful things that evoked their memory, but Varus had long since been seeing the world in grey; he felt Kleio on spring breezes that smelled of ash, saw Theshan in sunsets that were a colorless smear on the horizon. And when Pallas and he hunted, when red briefly colored his world, he saw them there too - their faces pinched and agonized, and too far away for him to save. And endlessly in his dreams, where he could not hope to banish them - Pallas would never allow it.

   It was torture, and it was forever.

   “They do not belong here, where the world has turned to death and ruin,” he tells her, and he wonders ( for a moment ) if Irelia has thought the same thing - if she has ever felt as though she was dragging the memory of someone she loved through the blood that painted their every footstep.

   A heaved sigh, the grotesque rustle of Pallas, and the lament of a man who will not let go.

   “But I cannot forget them.”

[fxlgurkinesis]

“ Somewhere up above my heart a tiny little seed is sown, a government is overthrown..”

@willoftheblades // lyric starter // MOVING TO MARS

[libratis]

❛ You may not be interested in war, but it is interested in you. ❜

x | accepting

   Irelia and her elders were singing a rather tired tune.

   “Hardly,” she counters, not bothering to bite back the edge in her voice. She begins to launch into what feels like an age-old argument, though the war is fresh; exhaustion washes over Akali before she gets the chance, and she surrenders to the dragging current of it instead of fighting back.

   “What would you have me do, Irelia? The Kinkou have our own wars. Two more blades in Ionia’s arsenal will be of little use.”

   Perhaps this is not the usual accusation of Akali’s idleness, but the fact that war seems to follow in her quiet footsteps; first Ionia is laid siege to, and then her own order. Maybe chaos clings to her like she does to shadows and silence.

   “War may follow me, but it will never consume me like you and your fellow soldiers. It’s an insignificant thing to those who are above such petty conflicts.”

   That’s unusually cruel of Akali, but she’s grown weary of the fighting and the guilt and the worry and everything. She’d been ignoring her mother’s warnings against involvements outside of her duty, and was suffering for it. She would not be so lax in the future.

   “War’s interest in me is poor circumstance, but I walk a balanced path. It will not drag me through the conflict as you have been.”

[prideofnoxus]

ship that you secretly like / ship that needs more love

It’s a bit of a secret that I ship Deadeye/high noon Jhin with Cowgirl Missfortune ( @celindrea and I have various hcs for it), but I’ve never really come out and said it. It’s a ship that hurts me to the BONE.

SPEAKING OF BONE. There’s so much love for Kalista / Thresh, but where’s the love for Hecarim/Thresh?? those two could be SUCH DICKWADS. I also want me some Blood Moon Thresh and Blood Moon Jhin??? 

GET TO IT, FANDOM. (I say, able to make the content myself)

[stargiving]

@willoftheblades

                She was not used to the pain of this mortal body; flesh was so much more tender, so much softer, than the blaze of stardust and cold of clouds. Such sensitive creatures humans were, with their hearts and their blood; no wonder they suffered so much, and so deeply as well. Their suffering pained her more than any wounds she could endure, though ( there was still starlight in her body, after all; it was more durable than the children of earth ). There would be time to lament her half-existence later, for now Soraka swallows her own turmoil; the aftermath of war would not wait for her. 

                In one fluid, graceful motion, Soraka kneels beside the makeshift bed that Irelia was resting upon. She holds her staff with both hands, leaning some of her weight against it. After a few moments, with a calm and serene expression, the goddess speaks in a gentle tone, “How are you faring, Lady Irelia?” 

[aeining-blog]

hc + Tryndamere !

GIMME THOSE SWEET, SWEET HC PROMPTS.   ➵  accepting !

                 I  actually ???  Really love the dynamic between Ashe & Try.n in the new lore. It essentially gives me the same vibe, but its presentation gives much more detail & characterization in my opinion, even in its simplicity. She’s not just entangling herself  in some sort of political marriage that wasn’t even necessary, it’s not bolstered & buffered by popularity within an Institute which no longer exists --- Ashe specifically  chose him  as her King to oversee the future of the entire Freljord. It doesn’t even read as inherently romantic aside from the traditional meaning of King & Queen --- to me, it holds more weight than that. It’s inherently political, an attempt to unite two different tribal societies ( ma.triarchal & pa.triarchal ) with the intent to proceed with a blended, equal society. She seeks him out specifically, makes the choice, & he accepts. 

                 They really are politically compatible in every sense, though --- even the updated lore makes a point of saying that  both of them  have been incredibly vocal of their criticism of Dema.cia’s past actions ( or, more specifically, lack thereof ) in particular, making it clear that they are both capable of understanding & thinking critically about all aspects of the political playing field.  Both of them  are clearly on the same page when it comes to the future of the Freljord; as my  thinly-veiled essay  made clear the other night, it really is pretty revolutionary that two people in a position of power can share an ideal that calls for cultural & political reform on that level, past experiences aside. With Ashe & Try.ndamere, any sort of romantic feelings are only an added bonus; even in the absence of it, there’s a connection & understanding there that motivates not only one another, but those that follow them. They consider each other  absolute equals  ; politically, intellectually, & emotionally. Platonic or romantic, it’s definitely a very important dynamic in Ashe’s life.