剑刃 || 意志 || 肉身

The key to IMMORTALITY? Not dying…

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//Master Yi touches every AU

  You cannot stop him

  He’s generally handsome yet entirely hopeless

  That’s the whole lore

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//Master Yi touches every AU

  You cannot stop him

  He’s generally handsome yet entirely hopeless

  That’s the whole lore

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//Uhhhh how do i draw this man

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//Snap cut to Wukong holding Yi under his arms and shaking him like,

‘My human is broken!’ and Yi mumbling to himself,

‘But I do not need to eat every day I can just meditate...’

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May I ask how do you view Wukong? Is he like a student to you, or more like a son?

"He is my pupil." The Wuju Master spoke plainly, immediately, like anything he learned by rote. It was the 'correct' answer after all; the one that begged no other question about the nature of their relationship. Yet the question had multiple parts, and thankfully metal obscured the crease of his brow and the fall of his gaze.

A son? Perhaps, on some days, the Shimon was like a child. Excitable and spontaneous, he scolded Wukong like any father might, but he was Vastayan all the same. Wise behind a veneer of trickery, older than even Yi knew, and compassionate to a fault - it would be unfair to assess his traveling companion as anything less in standing to himself. Wukong had been there during his darkest day, and had listened in cross-legged silence to his despairs. At the end of it all, atop a lonely, forsaken mountain, Wukong had extended a hand to a fallen man, and taught him more than Yi could ever hope to repay.

So a son? Perhaps not. A brother? He stopped his internal musings when the rhythmic ticking of his lenses caught his ears. The goggles always betrayed him, in moments of hesitation.

"He is my pupil, and I am his Master." He repeated, for however much a simplification it was, "One day he may out-step me. Of this, I am more than sure. It will be a proud day, when we stand beside one another in mastery of our craft..."

And, on that day, he might feel worthy of the title he'd given himself.

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Gently pats his head.

"Yes, I do enjoy, very much, the echo of fingers to my helmet." He scoffed, attempting to make it politely inaudible. He failed, but surely annoyance came with equal parts concern, "Why..? Why you, and this aura, and... why?"

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//Crawls out from under hiatus rock

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//true crime city AU relationship canon

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//Apologies for continued non-attendance to tumblr.com

  My Yi specific report for the month is:

  I have all boys. Probably ill advised to have all boys, but here they are with no pesky lock over them.

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//Happy new year in advance to y’all. I hope everyone is doing well, and continues to do well. Lots of love from mun and your favorite Ionian uncle

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//Also just as I have been thinking about, ‘You bet all your dollars that Debonair Yi rocks up in a damn trailed dress to special occasions, and you can never predict when.’ everyone in Wild Rift is

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//Master ‘I am homeless and my best friends are a monkey and spirits’ Yi being a queen who rarely leaves his penthouse but to stir the pot is just extra enough that I love it

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//just give him the beard back riot i beg

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//Watch me make

  Another Promo

  Then ghost tumblr

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gxmiho said:

"Not to be mean but you look like a fuckboy in that new get-up..."

“... Jealousy is cheap, and ill-fitting.” Says the businessman, casting an eye over the rim of his glasses.