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𝒲𝒜𝒩𝒟𝑅𝒜𝑅𝐸 . independent, private, and highly selective multi muse featuring CHAMPIONS from LEAGUE OF LEGENDS. not affiliated with the fandom and all muses are heavily headcanon based with inspiration from the original source. dividers made by @faedcourt! CARRD (currently broken) .

NOTE . this is a side blog to @hexclaimed. same rules apply!

discovering life with @hexfcrged + all blogs , @altarbled + all blogs , @emwrcte

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#DNI .#cosmic he/they 30+#EXTREMELY low activity #queue based when running

im not alive but new sona skin is

#&.// visuals.

look at them and all their spirit blossom glory ❤

#ooc.// commiting osha violations.#its by far one of my favorite skinlines they have

x with @altarbled

in what world would one so set upon vengence, as she says, be able to look down upon her for the things she had done? she was not his enemy, not the ones he sought for. shattered faith, RESOLVE as she speaks, he views as WEAK. but, she had proven something to him. Marceline was strong in a way that others were not.

though, in truth, he didnt care for that much either.

❝ you can be weak, but your reasoning is why i do not think less. ❞ its more of a gruff response, passively spoken as his eyes turn trained on their surroundings. the cackle of the fire that kept them warm fills the blank of space between responses, his hand flexing as it hung over his propped up knee. the voices that echo in the back of his head have some pull as to alter his mindset, giving him some thought to have upon her rambling. by those above and below, he just wished for the SILENCE.

a grumbling sound escapes with IRRITATION. ❝ your weakness is pathetic. but, you have the makings to be something beyond it. ❞ another semi - kinder thing to say. just what has Valmar and Kai done to him? or was this the inkling of his past showing?

#&. varus interactions.#&&. varus v1. runeterra.#altarbled #appears from the grave i laid in #hello bb

wandrare

Verse: Spirit Blossom

all my muses on this blog have a spirit blossom verse, therefore, this will fit across for all of them. click here to dive into the written lore by r.iot games (some muses are not on there unfortunately. cmon r.iot why?).

lets talk about the 'spirit' in spirit blossom. while they are essentially physical beings in a sense, i mostly pull from the fact that they are a belief that are, not exactly worshipped, but encapsulations of certain attributes and looked upon in such a way that may be considered such. i heavily lean into the fact that they can alter themselves as they please but cling to certain visuals that appeal to those that look upon/call them.

this being said, they are able to change every part of themselves. some of them stick to one gender or the other, one look or another, but some are happy to change that.

MORGANA: will mostly always be a woman through and through. has dabbled in changing that, did not feel completely comfortable. besides, shes the grove mother. such a title has weaved itself deep into her mind that she sticks to it in a literal sense. likeliness to change - low pronouns used - she/her orientation - demi sexual

SORAKA: while soraka does usually keep herself femme presenting, she doesnt mind changing little details. if her partner finds interest in such, soraka is HAPPY to oblige. this mostly entails just changing her sexual organs. NOTE . this applies to faerie court as well. likeliness to change - medium/high pronouns used - she/they orientation - pan sexual

VARUS: very masc and very much likes it that way. with what he represents, it makes sense. has never changed his outwardness to appease anyone and doesnt plan on doing so. likeliness to change - never pronouns used - he/him orientation - grey sexual

APHELIOS: considering aphelios kinda harbors his sister in his mind (shes in a diff place but still 'alive' so to speak. long story shes alune in the link up there), he doesnt hate the idea of changing himself but its not something he will do willy nilly. has he before? once or twice. but its extremely rare. likeliness to change - very low pronouns used - he/them orientation - grey sexual

KARMA: has little qualms with changing herself, as they are the guide for souls, and would be fine and happy to change her appearance to what may soothe those they help. she does, however, always revert back to femme presenting. likeliness to change - medium/high pronouns used - she/he/they orientation - demi sexual

HWEI: he is someone that is fine with whatever. their appearance doesnt mean a whole lot to them at this point. he is simply a medium for lost souls and what they envision is, generally, what they are willing to appear as. NOTE . even if he does change his sexual organs, he still keeps to the same pronouns. likeliness to change - high pronouns used - he/they orientation - pan sexual

#points at this !#i forgot i wrote this :D #even tho i dont ship out anymore #fun information!

rpmemes-galore

send “ look at me. “ for my muse’s reaction to yours grabbing mine by the chin and forcing mine to look at them during a tense / highly emotional moment.

#&.// prompts.#crawls out of my hole #hello take this

altarbled

⠀⠀﹛ ♰ ﹜ — Far KINDER than what she deserved from ANY aspect of her faith , gentle touches and soft words feel uncomfortably FOREIGN to a woman who'd thrived in shadows and bloodshed . Longing to be a pious woman without hesitation when it came to what she was taught , DOUBT ate at the edges of her mind like a moth making a meal of fabric ; vibrant textiles that one portrayed a path meant to be followed now a tattered illegible SCRAP .

⠀⠀❝ I worry your PATIENCE is wasted on someone like me . ❞ is confessed , body longing to fold into the embrace fighting against PRIDE that wouldn't . . . couldn't allow vulnerability to show .

⠀⠀❝ DOUBT &. DISTRUST have become more familiar to me than the belief that binds . While my sin is likely FAR from the greatest , I have a hard time seeing it as something FORGIVABLE , those I used to call kin not as FORGIVING as yourself . ❞

⠀⠀⠀&. in the end , should they offer it , would she ACCEPT . . . ? This taste of freedom , while scary at first , something she now cant imagine living without ; though the UNCERTAINTY could be done without .

wandrare

❝ then call me a saint with all this patience i have. ❞ is a light jest, mused further with the corner of her dark painted lips tilting into a rather old feeling smirk of cockiness. she would listen without interruption, eyes ahead as they walked further, deeper in. Morgana has heard these words before. from mouths far more tarnished with a sin that Marceline may think greater or lesser.

she hums, head tilting, veil in place swaying with the motion. ❝ there are far crueler people leading lands that have be forgiven by its people. their own, sins as you say, ignored for the sake of what ever would be in place for them. ❞ something she sought to remedy, for there was no place in this world, her world, that would home such vileness.

her wing curves a bit more into Marceline, prompting her to pep up if needed as those eyes return to the woman. ❝ justice should be understanding. forgiving should be, too. if your kin are so unforgiving in nature, then kin is something they should not be. ❞ this was said with a sort of conviction, feeling a heavy weight upon her chest at the mention of such.

❝ besides, i am sure i have done far worse or in equal standing that you have, Marceline. ❞ she winks.

#&. morgana interactions.#&&. morgana v1. aspect.#altarbled

𝐹𝑜𝓇 𝒶 𝓂𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉, 𝒷𝑒 𝒶𝓉 𝓅𝑒𝒶𝒸𝑒.

indie, private, and highly selective multi muse side blog featuring champions all within league of legends universe 𝒮𝒫𝐼𝑅𝐼𝒯 𝐵𝐿𝒪𝒮𝒮𝒪𝑀.

follows back from @hexclaimed // ©

#self promo .#promo .#finally shoots one of these out

imexdev

omfg. his eyes r so pretty. would love to see him in tears and sobbing

#points at hwei

CONTINUATION with @altarbled

the Aspect felt the corner of her lips twitch into a knowing smile, her darling followers words ticking the box of what she expects; recognition. something she would once before have not cared to have, but now? something she terribly craved. Marceline had been the perfect one to coax. someone who needed a figure in their life whilst also still having a path carved before them. one she could follow as well.

one she could change.

❝ everyone deserves kindness, Marceline. ❞ she tells directly, tone softening as the others name comes from her lips. its gentle, her hand upon the others mid back, leading as they continue their trailing walks through the forests towards what Morgana had taken up as home. tucked away, hidden from those who may wish harm upon her, for she would not settle for those who do follow her to lose a light ( even if tarnished in the slightest ). ❝ the good, the bad, and anything between. ❞

her original goal, to rehabilitate wrong doers who wanted to change, was very much still in place. and something she could happily implement upon the woman beside her. thumb idles in a stroking motion along the others back before her hand is retracted and replaced by the extension of a wing. almost embrace like, still leading and still comforting in motion.

❝ i was not shown such a hand most my life. least, not until i was granted such a position. ❞ and yet, even then, she is often not. ❝ we all have demons. and we can all have a light to expel them. ❞

#&. morgana interactions.#&&. morgana v1. aspect.#altarbled #im luv u

emwrcte

“ No. ” She responds with impatience and indifference in equal measure; but not hatred. No, even now, she did not hate her sister. Resent? Perhaps. Oppose? Most certainly. But hate? Hate she did not summon. Not in her gaze nor her voice, her neck turns so her lips were able to project her voice more clearly towards the other. “ Mother did what was necessary. ”

Suffocated by conviction, she wants to takes a tone like one would deliver to a child in need of scorn. But there are no words to place such a tone with, and the sentiment merely withers into bitterness on her tongue. There is a swelling within her she denies, stamps out as soon as it rises; Kayle's expression showing as much as she averted her gaze. Opting instead for apathy, there is a single breath that leaves her nostrils as the muse for speech came to her again. “ Do you know why you could never expected to understand? ”

A spark of something else, golden radiance flaring as her tone sharpened. She does not allow her sister to speak before she continues. “ Because you consider only your heart; not what is right. ” A smouldering ember of frustration allows itself to show as a gelid stare, like a death rattle of the emotions once expressed themselves freely. “ You take issue with what I have become because you are incapable of ignoring your compassion. Justice is not kind. It is just. You cannot accept that, and so you will always be ignorant of our mother's sacrifice. ” Her sacrifice; her humanity, left to die on the altar of something greater. One angel's humanity is a small sacrifice for a just world for all mankind, the thing she has told herself and lays bare which enables her sister's compassion to reach every living being except for her.

wandrare

they were like night and day, respectively much too akin to that of their mother and father. one a softer graze, the other a punishing fist. she feels her own softness harden as her kin continues, a call out upon her own heart as if that is truly even an issue. but it is to them. but to Morgana, that just wasnt right.

what happened to their father wasnt right.

❝ if what is ‘right’ to you and those similar is a swift blade upon innocence, then how can you call upon such a thing to be just? ❞ there it is, the bitterness. it leaked heavily, much like the way her magic once did from her very veins before she garnered some semblance of control. her gaze narrows, her body rigid with an expected answer she has heard over and over from the mouths of people she was brought up to adore. family. ❝ i do not … look down upon the fact that she gave everything up for us, sister. but she rid herself of everything for a skewed version of justice that has left more people in harms way than anything. ❞ she could very well make an example of such in reflection to that fated day of their battle.

her hands move, gestures small and sharp but enough to present emphasis on her words, a slow pacing of steps as she tries. she tries to understand. ❝ you helped me once before. you saw that there are people who can be rehabilitated, Kayle. ❞ as she speaks, as she glares upon her kin, she can feel her body bristling with unresolved feelings. even then, she held compassion for her sister. ❝ and what of our fathers sacrifice? is he to have died for nothing because of your anger? or, is it that he was too humanly for you to care for such a thing? ❞ he was innocent. a bystander!

#&. morgana interactions.#&&. morgana v2. runeterra.#emwrcte #all i hear in the back of my head is shep going #“yall need to play mageseeker”

X with @emwrcte

we were once sisters, her chest aches, where did that go so wrong?

but that ache is quick to subside as that of ‘Blind Justice’ continues on, words spoken with a certain edge of malice that often laces itself into Morganas own tone when prompted upon her dear kin. it happens, from time to time, that she misses the thought of what such a bond could have been if not snuffed away by the teachings brought upon them, alas, differently.

❝ a memory of who you once were. ❞ before their Aspect mother dug her claws too deep. her own voice does not waiver, it is strong and direct, yet something behind her words cries with that loss. it does not matter. it hasnt for a very long time, this she knew. where Kayle was right, is that Morgana couldnt care for her now. she was the Perfected Image of who was created. Morgana was not.

her chin rises in slight, once similar blue eyes now marred by her decisions a glistering shade different, mirroring that of which is cast from Kayle alike. ❝ even if on my finality, i will see that you learn the truth. ❞ her hand clutches into a fist at her side, an itch to bring forth her own judgement upon the other right then and there. but why can i not?

because some part of Morgana did still care.

bound wings flutter along her back, the only other sound present beyond their spoken words as the bare of feet flex along the healthy world beneath her. its a short moment, quiet between her words, before attention is diverted off to the side and that once confident voice is different.

it is softer.

❝ have you ever thought that what Mother had shown us, taught us, could be wrong, Kayle? ❞

#&. morgana interactions.#&&. morgana v2. runeterra.#emwrcte #:)c #deep dive into them time LETS GOOOOOOO