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half the population just waitin’ to see me fail yeah, right, you’re better off tryin’ to freeze hell if you fall pick yourself up off the floor and when your bones can’t take no more just remember what you’re here for cause I know I’mma damn sure
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A9 Ziggs? ovo
ur a wizard ziggs
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His focus was suddenly being broken by incessant chattering buzzing in his ears, but alas, the boy-prodigy couldn’t stop to properly address this situation at the moment.
“Listen, if you want to be roadkill, I’d say be my guest!” It was a rare sort of matter-of-factly, sarcastic annoyance.
“But I’m not stoppin’ to put you down until I give these guys the slip.”
Ekko shifted the bundles in his arms, trying to hold on to both the parcel of Zaun-labeled crystals, an old tool-box, and the now the yordle in his arms that seemed intent on squirming so much that Ekko worried he’d lose his grip, drop the little guy, and trip over him.
He’d come to a fleeting stop, staring down two different pathways in the y-intersection of buildings, and let a ragged noise rumble in his chest and throat. He rolled his shoulder, jostling everything in his arms as he popped his weight to one side suddenly, making the strap jump to hug the crook of his neck again.
“Hey–watch it! You’re gonna make it fall off! Just hold tight and sit still.” For having a smart mouth, at least he seemed to give a damn about the yordle in his custody. Somewhat???? We can assume.
Ziggs poor yordle brain was spinning with information as they came to a halt. The sudden jolt forward seemed to slam all of the pieces of information in their proper place to form the bigger, however vague, picture.
The yordle scrambled upwards, ignoring the human’s plea in favor of getting a glimpse of the alleyway behind them. Sure enough at the distant opening that lead to the proper street were Piltover officers hot on their trail.
“Left!” Ziggs exclaimed urgently, though his tone was anything but frightened. How exciting! Personally he had never run from the police in his new town but this kid talked like he was some kind of pro and Ziggs knew the streets as well as he knew each an every one of his inventions.
Even as a well matched pair, Ziggs knew they would need a decent amount of hustle to make it enough ahead to lose their pursuers. He tugged on the right side of the kid’s shirt to turn him in the right direction while squeezing his hand past the weirdly smooth human arm to try and reach into his belt pouch for something.
“And don’t drop me!”
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“Scramble!”
There were few reasons Ekko would waste his time in Piltover, of all places, but the prodigal engineer needed more supplies, for his Z-Drive had been damaged, as it were. Most of it was superficial–a new case wasn’t immediately necessary, but the large crack could spider out and chip, and an exposed Zero-Core was anything but stable.
Especially considering the core itself had been cracked due to an incident in his last series of rewinds.
His hair was already permanently white. He didn’t want to know what other things magic and physics could do to him if left untended.
So!
Here he was. In Piltover. Stealing a shipment of magically charged crystals right off of a delivery truck. One he knew had come from Zaun, no less–which was just as well. Free money for Zaun as far as Ekko was concerned.
But what’s important to note, here, is that just a few short seconds after a shout of ‘Ay! Get the fuck outta there!’, and some young man’s order to scramble coming out on a laugh, two or three kids–no younger than twelve–raced past the Yordle, shouting and laughing, goods tucked under their arms. They scattered in all directions, with presumably others in the pack going elsewhere unseen.
A second or two later, the head honcho himself came skidding around the same corner, as if sliding into home plate. Now, normally, Ekko was agile enough to bounce off of that wall and right back onto his feet without missing a beat, but there was a yordle in his path.
He sort of didn’t want to smash a yordle between himself and a brick wall.
“Heads up!!”
So, with a choked gasp, a wide-eyed Ekko reacted on a dime. He tucked himself and scooped the yordle up into his arms with the rest of his stolen goods, shoes scraping at the ground as he scrambled back up to his feet, too busy not getting caught by security to be able to stop and properly put the Yordle down.
It was a normal, lovely day in Piltover. The clanging of metal contraptions being scienced into submission, the warm sun darting behind fluffy white clouds, the buildings towering above, the yordles and humans both trotting below, strange kids picking Ziggs up, the cool afternoon breeze tickling his fur, the...
“...wait. What?”
Ziggs was not as quick to the draw as this young and agile human seemed to be. He had hardly noticed he was about to be squashed, mind busy with the familiar scenery, weaving thoughts about his latest project, and where did that drill bit get to? Maybe Ziggs had accidentally dropped it into the laundry basket again? Would not be the first time. Either way he had better find it soon because...
“...what?”
Finally back in the present and right on track, Ziggs repeated his vague query whilst staring up at the face of a young human boy. A boy who was holding him. Carrying him. Like a sack of gunpowder!
That wasn’t the only thing he had on him, Ziggs observed by the way he was squished against something that was digging into his side. One rather lively poke from a crystal brought Ziggs out of Phase 1: Shock and straight into Phase 2: Slightly More Functional Shock.
Ziggs’ small hands clasped onto the first thing he could reach in an attempt to steady himself for the impromptu ride. This happened to be a leather strap slung over the kid’s shoulder, holding something on his back that Ziggs could not see from his current vantage. Investigation later. Now for the regularly scheduled Shock Talk.
“You know,” Ziggs began in a drawn out, conversational manner, “it’s actually considered quite rude to pick up a yordle without permission. I know you humans have trouble resisting our adorable, fluffy charm but we are sentient. If you need your fix of cuddly I highly recommend cats! They’re small and they even have tails! Isn’t that fun? But they do have sharp ends...I suggest wearing some good old-fashioned chainmail.”
As Ziggs spoke his expressiveness went through shouty-excited highs to side-comment lows. He could not help but talk with his hands, wild gestures being in his nature, and the throws of his arms sent him into an unsteady, shock-frightened wobble. He held fast to the leather strap quickly each time he felt threatened with a tumble.
that post about homosexuality in Demacia was really well thought out. good work.
Honey that’s not my work. Go thank @askthewolfandthelamb for her insight!I do honestly agree with her. As a bisexual woman, I put a lot of thought into what cultures accept LGBTQ into their cultures.To elaborate (kind of), here’s my own list of what I think. Before I get pissed off asks, please remember this is what I think, not “I want everyone to listen and follow what I say”.
Bandle City: They work on a system of “partnerships” where gender is irrelevant. Yordle’s don’t care what your gender is…they only care about compatibility and what you bring to the dinner table.
Bilgewater: This city of new beginnings is a haven for people who were cast out fo their orientation. There are lots of homosexual relationships here, but more importantly this is a haven for Transgender people (This was touched on by sea-hunter-aatrox forever ago during the bilgewater event and by @scarletgunslinger earlier today.)
Demacia: Like @askthewolfandthelamb said, it’s probably frowned upon to be gay in Demacia. things are one way there. You do things like you’re supposed to, or you get demoted, exiled, or killed. I’ll go far as saying it’s illegal in Demacia, and all homosexual relations are done in secret. Being gay is probably a “disgrace to the family name”….and if history has anything to say…a family would sooner institutionalize someone BEFORE the public found out they were gay.
Freljord: I don’t think being gay is AS common in Freljord, but it’s still there. Again, there’s a monarchy system and producing an heir is important. However, I think Freljordians have a little native american influence…In particular my headcannon is that the Ursine have “two-spirit” people.
Ionia: LGBTQ acceptance is relatively new. It was frowned upon for centuries in past dynasties, but it started to gain acceptance in the past Dynasty and the current Dynasty.
Mount Targon: Considering Mount Targon is very Greek/Roman based, and they were totally fine about homosexual relationships in ancient times, I think it goes to say it’s cool here as well.
Noxus: Noxus values strength over everything else. Like Demacia, if you’re a noble you’re expected to marry to make your family ties stronger, and you make children for more soldiers. I don’t think it’s AS frowned on as it is in Demacia, but it IS still frowned upon though. You may get some judgemental looks, but it’s not illegal. There’s most likely circles of nobles who share it as a “secret”…but Noxus won’t ruin their lives if they’re found out.
Piltover: Piltover is the City of Progress. I assume that (much like Bilgewater and Zaun), this is a haven for people who are thrown out because of orientation. Piltover was the first to have specifically made wedding certificates for LGBTQ people.
Shadow Isles: Everyone’s dead and lives forever as spirits. I don’t think gender matters. Only death and torturing the living.
Shurima: I just covered this here.
Zaun: You’re fine to be Gay here. I headcannon that Zaunites attempted the first sex change surgery, but it was considered “too dangerous” by the Piltovian populace (up until Piltover stole it and perfected it).
Kumungu Jungle: Considering this is all Plant People and Animal People, and homosexuality is observed EVERYWHERE in nature, I assume no one cares about what you fuck in the Jungle.
the Void: Nobody cares about love or affection in the Void, only destruction. Though, I headcannon that certain Voidbeasts can change their gender at will (kind of like frogs) for mating purposes.
//Zaun and Pilover are fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuull of gays.
*glares at @actualloosecannonjinx lovingly*
THIS
Ahhhhhhh culture diversity. I love! Fleshing out the League of Legends lore. I love! Also to add upon the Freljord lore “Stick your dick in whatever as long as it keeps it warm.” - @goldenmovement
//Wonder how much I gotta pay Rito to make Sol canon..
//I think a request of that high a level of importance should be directed to Riot Support. Follow the easy, step-by-step instructions below.
Step 1: Prepare a quiet space for the ritual to summon Riot Support.
Step 2: Empty your stash of store bought Riot Point cards and place them, end to end, until you have a circle large enough to comfortably contain Riot Support. Feel free to allow Riot Support a little wiggle room in your summoning circle. You know. For the tentacles.
Step 3: Retrieve the bottle of tears you’ve collected in your last ranked match and place them in between where you will be seated and the summoning circle. This is the offering of the highest power. Note: They must be your tears. Riot Support knows the difference.
Step 4: Now you must assure Riot Support you are one of the children of its parent god, Rito. Retrieve all the salt you have stored in your home and possibly your neighbor’s home. There is no such thing as too much salt when it comes to the gods. Pour the salt over your body and take your seat on the other side of the bottle of tears.
Step 5: Pray to the celestial champion of your choice and they will relay your message to Riot Support. If you pray to Kindred make sure you also pray to Lord Zhonya if you want to survive through the ritual.
Hope you find this helpful. :)
After what felt like an hour, but was likely closer to only twenty or so minutes, they approached a tree that was massive compared to it’s neighboring counterparts. The trunk had to be at least twenty feet wide at the base, and it’s top extended into the canopy. Veigar ushered the other yordle towards a thick door. “Welcome to one of my several bases Ziggs.”
He opened the door to show a significantly larger space on the inside, leading into an entryway and from there into a sitting room.
Ziggs’ eyes were wide with curiosity behind his goggles. The space was roomy and enchanting, like something out of a storybook.
“Blinding light, Veigar. Now I know why I hardly see you I would have trouble leaving home if this was where I lived too.”
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“Perhaps? That wasn’t a yes.~” He smirked and rolled his eyes.
Sol would let out a sigh and walk over to his clothes on the ground, quickly slipping on his shorts. Too late in the day to spend another ten minutes putting everything else on. He liked his rather unique outfit, but damn was it a hassle to put on.
“Well, I’d say we still have an hour or so of sunlight before nightfall. What do you think we should do until then?”
“You should tell me about magic.” Ziggs did not hesitate coming up with an answer. He was always interested in magic and though Veigar had told him much on the subject Ziggs never shied away from another perspective.
“From shurima?” Momo smirked wide as he pulled out a big golden disk that he held a bit out in front of him. “I have a communication disk.” He said as it started to float upright in his hands seemingly starting to gather energy.
A beam of concentrated energy shot high into the air piercing the clouds and shoving away all the grey clouds. Quickly Nue threw a rag over the disk and the beam stopped. “What do you say?”
“Well, mana be damned.” Ziggs looked up at the beam as it pierced the sky. A rather primitive form of communication but that did not make it any less interesting. His ears perked. “Where the heck do you find this stuff?”
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“Really? That’s rather surprising. I figured the whole family would be a bunch of questionably sane yordles. Then again, the same could be said about my own, but I don’t even know them. Anyways, “gran” simply seems to get more and more interesting with every word spoken of her.”
The sun had finally start to set behind the tress, an alluring orange glow falling over the land as the say’s cycle began to come to a close. “What a nice change of pace.” He thought to himself.
Before long Sol had filled himself up for the night, topping off his final bite with a satisfied sigh. He would stretch his arms over his head and finally get up form his spot on the ground.
“Ah, that was great.” He’d pause for a moment before looking down at himself.
“Perhaps it’s time I put my clothes back on, huh?”
Ziggs chuckled, packing the leftovers back in the box and slid it into his satchel along with the wine skin.
“Perhaps. I got used to naked yordles, humans, and other years ago. Though, despite the sunny day we’ve had, when the moon rises it tends to get chilly this deep in the forest.”
I’ve noticed there’s a lot more LoL RPers that I’ve found that I haven’t seen in any of the tags, so I figured I’d make it easier for everyone and make a masterlist blog!
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Sol would tear himself off a small portion of the bread and pop it into his mouth after tossing it into the air. He’d take a moment to chew before taking a small slice of the meat for himself. It was even better than he had expected.
“Ah, I’ve always had a soft spot in my belly for bread. Just too many things you can do with it. Too many ways to make it tasty. You’re going to have invite me over to me “gran” sometime. I can’t imagine what her normal cooking must be like.”
Ziggs chewed on the request, quite literally. His mind was sketching scenarios and connecting dots all before he could even put a thinking face on. Not that he wanted to give away that it was even a thing to be thought about.
“Gran’s always itching to dote on visitors. She can be a tad overwhelming at times, if you really get her talking. But she’s a right old bottle of ale, that one.”
Ziggs grinned as he thought about his grandmother. It was not that there was any harm in Sol meeting his family. Not directly, anyway. But Sol did work for Veigar and, while he enjoyed both yordles’ company, it was a sticky situation at best. Not that Gran couldn’t take care of herself, but it was a possible future best left untraveled.
He took a swig of mead to wash down the bread and cheese. Ziggs figured he would have to cross that road when the time came to do so. For now there was no harm in entertaining the idea for both their sakes.
“The rest of Ziggphilus of Bandle’s family tree, however, is not nearly as interesting. Gran and I are about the only two members of the family worth mentioning.”
‘’ I’m Immy ‘’ he pulls out the hand, well , more like , Raises the hand actually.
‘’ Alchemist of Bandle city’’ the yordle clearly feel the happiness of the other so he just ask ‘’ Why you look so happy? well… is none of my business actually…j-just asking..’
“Well, its a nice day out. I have several projects to look forward too and I get to eat out today. I’d say this is sizing up to be an eventful day!”
“How did you guess?” Veigar asked in a dead serious tone. “Is it really that obvious?” he questioned as they began the long walk to his home. Veigar kept a watchful eye out for the large tree his home was built in. He sighed. “It doesn’t look very grand on the outside, more like a shack actually, but on the inside it is far larger and grandiose than it’s outward appearance would suggest.” Veigar hastily explained, almost embarrassed of his home’s shabby appearance
“What?!” “Really?!” “That’s so textbook mage; I love it!”
Ziggs remained excited, even as Veigar attempted to downplay the coolness of living in a tree. Despite the rain he was now practically skipping alongside Veigar, keeping an eye out for any suspicious trees.
