'growing old, but not up.'

"Hi! I'm Vael! My Mun is named Riva! Well, not actually, but... Oh? Oh, right! Please read the rules! I'm not allowed to play with those who don't read the rules... Riva said so!"

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// I may delete/archive this blog sooner or later, but I don’t think I’ll be getting rid of Vael. Most likely will make a new blog...? IDK I just get very anxious when on this blog because of past drama. 

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White hair means old! | @captain-morningstar

They stared for a short moment, and then were quiet for another, seeming to try and process the man’s words, as though it was a battle to figure out what in the world he was saying, and finally, after an unreasonably long delay...

“Oh!”

“But, lotta old people have white hair! Silver hair, too. Like yours! Is it, uh... I forgot what it’s called. Put stuff in the hair, and it changes to a different color!” The child seemed very curious for a moment, before grabbing a small lock of their own hair, pulling it up into a pony-tail, and from the roots, it turned white, and continued until the color mimicked the other’s hair, and then they put their hands back down, looking up at him with a smile. 

“Style!” They playfully shouted, doing a brief, overly-dramatic pose before standing properly again, and simply giggling. 

“Oh, Uhmmmmmm! Vael! Vael... Eri... Erithos?” They struggled with their own surname far more than they actually should. “I think. Don’t remember. Don’t wanna remember.” They shrugged. “Captain Yasuo! Most Captains have hats. But thats ok! We can find you a hat.” They reassured, shifting their weight back and forth. “I like Space Lizards. Animals are nice! Animals don’t hurt people in way people hurt people. Sometimes I wonder if people just don’t like being happy. I’m not lost! I also don’t have anywhere to go, really, but it ain’t so bad! Except when people try to hurt me. Try to get gold outta me. But... They can’t find me if I don’t look like what they remember, right?” They asked, even if they almost seemed to be a little distraught the more they spoke, it becoming less a rhetorical question with each passing second. 

[the-littlest-wanderer-a]

«Gift of the Moon, how are you?»

|| @nuova-luna

The child dusted off their shirt, a little bit of dirt sticking to it, before they looked up at their surrogate mother. “Uhm... good!” 

...totally didn’t get dirty when playing with the cuccos...

[the-littlest-wanderer-a]

 cadavercreator:

Folding both arms for his face to rest on, Aatrox now lays on the ground, fascinated in the child’s shapeshifting magic. His expression was solemn with understanding and… something close to empathy as he listened. “Both our existences have been stretched thin. Far beyond anyone should desire. Our difference is in our goals, little one. This world is not worth the effort; not worth yours, or anyone else’s salvation.”

Something deep, deep inside him twisted uncomfortably at the child’s attempt to hide their sadness. But he knew there wasn’t any kind of comfort he could provide them, nothing they truly needed. With a hot exhale, he closes his eyes. “It is a cruel, unjust world, and should be treated with the same regard. It will take everything you can offer and demand more. You must realise the harsh lesson and say enough is enough, and take back everything it ever dared make you believe you had to part from.”

Eyes opening once more, the fire within them ever bright, he focuses on them once more. “I want nothing from you, Vael. But I cannot offer you anything, either. Except for the guarantee that I will see to it that we both get to rest. Eventually.”

The child looked down at their hands for a long moment, frowning. They had met many who thought the same as Aatrox did, and while they did not accept it, they understood it. For a few centuries, they felt the same, that they could CONSUME to end the hunger that panged in their belly, but they long since learned that that hunger was something twisted and vile. 

never again

“... Then why are we here, on this world? Why are we the way we are? Perhaps you are made to hurt, but... It depends what you hurt. Everything? Like a dog with foam at its mouth until it gets shot with an arrow, bleeds out slowly, still growling and snapping... 

... Or something worthy? precise. Find target. Hunt. Everything has a purpose, everything has a place. I learned that, long ago... Maybe back before you turned into a Darkin.” They mention idly, not looking up at the creature’s face, instead of what lie between their feet. 

“Maybe it is.. But things change. Everything changes. People, nature, lands, cities, animals... Why can’t we change the world, too? Make it a world worth fighting for, a world that we’d be happy in... It’s hard, but I want to make that world.. Sometimes, I think... I’m too little... But then why else am I so... old...?” They only looked up at the Darkin, offering a small smile. 

“Maybe we might not ever rest... But if we can make a better world, one we’d rather fight for than hurt... Then I’m okay with that. I’m.. tired... but it’s okay. If people are happy... I’m happy...”

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NEEDLESS STUDIES || @incandescentis

“I..” Lux was at a loss for words. Finally, she settled upon smiling at Vael and nodding her head. “Thank you, Vael. I am glad to hear that, but please… don’t worry about me. I will be fine. You are still young and should focus on your studies and on enjoying your life. There will be plenty of time to worry once you are older.”

They stared at her for a moment. She was simply dismissing their words, and they couldn’t help but frown at it, looking away for a moment, then back up at her. 

“... I’m not young, LUXANNA.” They said, voice sparking with something strangely... Just... Strange about them. As though it was distorted. “I’m older than you. I’m older than Garen. I’m older than Jarvan. I’m older than Demacia, the Darkin...

I’m not growing older. I can’t grow older. I don’t care ‘bout studying things I lived through. I worry now, because I can’t grow up. I grow old, but not up. 

Been that way for a long, long time, miss Luxanna.” 

[the-littlest-wanderer-a]

SCARED || @bone-sounds

They looked down for a moment, eyes closed, thinking quietly, and listening to her words, SILENCING the rest of the world in favour of simply focusing on her words. In their aging state, no, old state, they had long since learned of what they were capable of, and yet...

Surprisingly as much magic as they held in such an unreliable form, such an ever-changing, maybe even tainted form, sometimes simple human sensations were far too much for them to endure. 

“Don’t worry about me, Miss. I’m very strong. Seeker magic doesn’t work on me. They can’t hurt me, and if you want me to be with you, they won’t hurt you, either.” They reassured the woman softly, taking a step towards her, very gently grabbing her hand, looking up at her, offering a small smile, brows furrowed in a softened gaze. 

“I’m Vael.. What’s yours, miss?” Even if they could peer into her mind, they struggled to find a name they could easily grasp onto. To many screamed out to them. 

Deafening. 

[the-voids-graspmoved]

"Are you scared? Of yourself... Of your master? I bet it's... Scary. Fear controls everything. You were human, once. Deep down... You have some humanity left, too. Humanity is being scared. I'm not human. But I know fear. Are you scared of being hurt... Or failing? Or being forgotten and left behind...? Of being alone. Fear does things. Makes people do bad, bad things. But you're not wholly bad. You want to be good. But you don't know how... I want to help you... But you need to let me."

A snarl came from the Prophet. Who was this child prying into his most inner thoughts so casually? Why did they assume he knew how he felt? What he had gone though to get where he was? There was a stinging feeling in his stomach, one that he could not fully describe, yet still hurt nonetheless. He sighed heavily, bringing a clawed hand to rub the bridge of his nose before turning to face the Darkin. Glowing blue eyes staring them down as he opened his mouth to speak. 

“What possibly makes you think that you could attempt something that will change me, where all others who have tried failed? I was once human, sure. Yet, in the eyes of my former peers, I’m simply a monster. A puppet they like to say. How can a Darkin aid me in regaining my humanity? Something I lost long ago.” 

[the-littlest-wanderer-a]

The child looked down for a moment, eyes closed, thinking deeply upon what he spoke, every word was a path, a choice to go forward, yet, this path was strange, you could not go back, when you took a step, the ground behind you crumbled, and the paths you did not take crumble as well, falling into the abyss of missed opportunities. 

But if you delayed too long, all would collapse and perish, and you sink with them. You had to keep walking, and could not take to long. 

When he stopped speaking, they looked up at him, offering a small smile, tilting their head to the side. 

“I am not human. I have been ‘ound for a very long time, Mister. I am no Darkin. I’m older. Much older. Aatrox, Rhaast, Varus. I knew ‘em as babies. I’m very old. But I know how to help, too. Being ‘ound long time means you learn stuff. It ain’t so great, sometimes. Tiring. But I know lot. Lotta lot.” They looked down at their hands, their own hands mimicking his own, TWISTED claws forming upon their fingertips, eyes closing, clutching a fist, then opening, hands returning to the soft, childlike hands from before, then looking back up. 

“A puppet. A puppet is held up by someone else, little strings tied to you. Strings can do many things. They can sew together broken parts, keep them tight and together, safe... And they hold you. Strings can hold you, but when you let them hold you too tight, they dig into your flesh, they can draw blood... They can choke you, can hurt you, too. 

They’re going to choke you, and now, they might hold you, but that doesn’t mean they have to.” They grabbed his free hand. 

“Locked in a cage, closed tight, sealed, bound, locks lock locks, forgotten for so long, brown with rust, hammers don’t work, key’s don’t work... But that doesn’t mean it can’t be open. Heart is a box, locked box, locked tight, every little bit. Holds something scary. Something you don’t want to be corrupted. Don’t want the void to touch. You. You. It’s you, Malzahar. 

Hiding from yourself, to keep yourself safe, hiding, scared, protecting, shielding. But there. Not gone. Not gone. Not corrupted. Hiding. Not strong enough to fight. Strings sap strength, like veins, veins and cords, sucking it out of you, trying to snake into the box, creep, crawl, invade. 

But you won’t let them. 

You don’t want to let them. 

You need to get away from the strings. 

And you need the box to be cleaned and healed. 

To find yourself again.

And I can help you. But you need to let me.”

[ncumenia-archived]

They were… Fragile, a slow dying flower… She held them close to her, wanting to let them understand they weren’t alone, even if… Both of them were cursed. Their voice so distorted, pronouncing many sorrowful words… They were just a child, and children weren’t supposed to suffer that way. Oh, how the Lunari felt… Powerless. They were one of the few who Ernye was willing to protect… And seeing them suffering was unbearable. What to do? «… You’re breaking my heart, child of the Moon…! The Moon would never let her children be in pain… Please…» Slowly standing on her feet again, she carefully picked them up, letting their head resting on her shoulder, raven and shiny hair locks brushing their forehead. «Hush, gift of the Moon… You’re not alone, I’m here…! We’re safe and sound… No one is gonna hurt us, not anymore…» She softly whispered, heading toward one of her favorite places where she usually stargazed in silence, sometimes in the silent company of tamus. Perhaps, if they were lucky enough, they could have met a small flock nearby. «Let’s admire the night sky, how beautiful the Moon is… Right? I… I don’t want you to be in pain… Please…!» 

[the-littlest-wanderer-a]

The child was so weak, like a corpse within her arms, broken, lost, defeated, eyes not even having the strength to close themselves as they stared off into nothingness, a void that only they could see, a void, a distance between their world and the world of the living--the truly living. Mortals. Not even breathing for a long moment, yet their body did not even ache for air, it simply felt so empty, hollow, like a flute carved from soft wood, yet all of the holes were plugged, leaving them now empty, with no song escaping them, no sound, no matter how soothing and soft or how broken and pained. 

This was as close to death as the young child would find themselves. 

Death isn’t a good thing.

But it sounded good, sometimes. 

They could not believe the woman, it was not out of a lack of love, a lack of trust, but they knew all too well that this game went over and over again, like a game of a dog chasing its tail. This hound was not a mortal one, though. After awhile, a hound would grow tired, and lie and give up on catching that pesky tail. No, it continued to chase itself. Less a hound, more an ouroboros, what chases and hunts itself...

And it always ends with wounds from its own fangs. 

Little hands turned to fists, they gently pushed upon the woman, just enough to move, to be able to look at her face. 

“.. I’m sorry, Ernye. I didn’t mean to make you sad. I won’t do that again--Promise... I just feel icky inside.”

[the-littlest-wanderer-a]

Literally just rises out of the dirt. “Mmm... Naptime’s over...”

[ioniaschosen]

                     HE WHO MAKES A BEAST OF HIMSELF                  GETS RID OF THE PAIN OF BEING A MAN

                                          SHIEDA KAYN AS WRITTEN BY DREW.

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I see a lot of League of Legends blogs, but no proper masterlist! I am going to do my best to try and make a masterlist for all LoL RP blogs, sooo…

REBLOG IF YOU ARE A LEAGUE OF LEGENDS ROLEPLAY BLOG. PLEASE REBLOG TO ALL SIDEBLOGS ROLEPLAY BLOGS AS WELL. MASTERLIST DIRECTORY HERE

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atrabimus

“I imagine it has something to do with the magic that gave you such a long life,” Kayn replied calmly, allowing the child to do as they desired, and no longer reacting so obviously to their odd changes. It was the nature of shadow to shift and change with light and time, just as he, too, quickly adapted to changes in his environment.

“There may be something in the archives of this temple which can help.”

They sniffled softly, wiping tears from their eye, before moving back to hold the man’s hand close, not wanting to let go just yet. They didn’t want to let go for a long while, but... not everyone liked touching... they just... They couldn’t stop themselves. 

“...I... i’m sorry. Thank you, mister... you’ve... you’ve been nice to me... most people aren’t nice to me...”

[the-littlest-wanderer-a]

They could tell how their words, in a way, harmed the man. No, harm was too great a word, but they did not know what word to use. Reminders of the past hurt, often times, they were like claws that dipped into flesh, daggers into your body, and pry you limb from limb, should you allow them to. 

“To rest does not need to be eternal. Little bits. Life is not all one things, it is ups and downs. You can rest for a little bit. You deserve to rest, if not just for a bit.” They reassured. “To rest allows you to find yourself. To find peace. Balance.”

They did not hold it against him for not smilling, for this was enough. Everyone was different, things they did meant different things. And if smiling was too much for him, they would understand that. 

“... Wolf... No. Kou. You are still human. You are not the Wolf many speak of you as. You have been hurt, you have been happy. Your soul is strong, and you may be like a Wolf, but you are human. And you still need to rest, for without it, your soul grows weak... hurt... With it... You can find peace. Happiness and strength.

And... You will not have to be alone. You are strong enough to remain a good man. If you resisted the urge to do bad things in the past... you can do good things now, too.”

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