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if poppy were the first one to find out about jinx and lux’s relationship, it would probably go like this

this was originally supposed to be a comic but bc of too much potential for action, i decided to make it an animatic instead ^^ i hope you guys enjoyed this silly little video!

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@tancongx you fucking did this

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yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaas

Jinx and Lux: Lightcannon Jinx and Lux NSFW: Flashbang

bonus:

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I'm actually curious, what would jinx and lux's wedding look like? A bunch of fluff I'd hope. I also imagine the rest of the team as well as maybe ahri's team being involved so what would they be doing?

lack of self control

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Back to the present

Chapter 3:

The voices rustled throughout the ballroom like the wind playing with long wild grass.  It held no clamour of a party held by the royals throughout Valoran, every sound was light and precise like a predator stalking its next meal.  

Everyone, including the females wore leather or hide armour over their torso. No dresses or suits were worn here, why the Vastaya would need to wear colour when they exhibited a spectrum to rival the songbirds seen in Bandle City. There are no forged weapons explicitly hanging from their waist or strapped across their backs that the humans relied on.  The feathers of their single wing imbued with their Wild Magic could pierce the thickest of armours like a hot knife through butter.  That knowledge alone would have brought a creeping anxiety to most who encounter the proud humanoid race.  

Lux sauntered through the medley of vibrant colours and hushed chatter towards the bobbing head of a large war hammer.  A female yordle barely past 2 feet tall clad in heavy leather armour is the keeper of this oversized weapon. Poppy is her name, in battle she was steadfast, always rushing into the foray without second thought.

She has long, thick white hair that was roughly thrown into two pigtails that made her appear like a child.  Below her bangs there is a pair of eyes that belong on a doll, not a living creature. A sharp eye would spot flashes of pointed teeth, sharp as daggers, reflecting the light whenever a word was spoken or a smile broken. When in the presence of other magical creatures Poppy could use her full aspect, which normally was hidden by an intricate weave of glamours.  

The use of a Glamour is similar to that of a mask; where the user can manipulate how others perceive them.  The Humans are irrationally scared of what they do not understand and will act rashly with prejudice.  Yordles use Glamour to filter into human culture and towns when adventuring away from Bandle City.

The Vastaya largely ignored Lux, even though the massacre happened long ago the memory of it was branded.  Nothing untoward would ever happen, but sideways glances cut like a razor’s edge; humans do not belong here and are mistrusted even as guests.  

With the Noxian occupation of Ionia travelling under the Demacian flag was growing ever more difficult.  There were few inns that would house them for fear of a visit from Darius, the Hand of Noxus. Darius stands above all else at over 2 metres tall, built like an ox with the resolve of Mount Targon.  He would never be far from his war axe, which is always craving the blood of those that defy the Noxian regime.  They would, without doubt, send no less to deal with a Demacian escort an ocean away from home.

It was safe to remain amongst the Vastaya.  They stayed neutral in respect to the quarrels of humans, and will not become involved within them.  With the magic running through them they possess a much longer lifespan compared to humans.  With a longer lifespan their focus on life is such that they prevent from creating feuds that last for centuries.

Poppy’s gaze was lifted towards the intricate ceiling, pointing out the different species to the other members of the group.  Her voice held the pitch of a child, suiting her stature.  But to mistake her for a child would be impossible, for all the joy she expressed there was no naivety.  

She has lived for many decades trying to find the rightful owner of her mammoth hammer. These trials where fruitless, often ending in tragedy for all those that tried to wield it other than Poppy herself. Lux often argued over the inevitability of death that occurred without fail when handing the weapon on.  Poppy never saw herself as the one who should keep the hammer.  Maybe that’s why the hammer has stayed with her for so long.

The hammer in question dwarfed Poppy.  Lux could barely lift it, and would have no joy in utilising it. The head of it alone stood at the midline of her chest.  End to end it stands twice the height of her, how she manages to use it effectively in conflict is baffling.  

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A closer look at the Vastaya

Chapter 2:

Many eras ago, the Vastaya had two wings and were as seen as far from the shores of Shurima to the base of Mount Targon.  They were the caretakers of the land, overseeing the ecosystem through the seasons using their magic to stimulate plants and animals to thrive and grow in wild ways.  Humans were around, although not as we know them.  We had no hextechnology, no tools, and no drive above that of the beasts.

We were influenced by the magic to develop a number of things, the two key ones being sentience and society.  Being sentient made humans aware that they were at the beck and call of something altogether more powerful and removed from themselves.  If the Vastaya were less secretive or had more foresight they could have prevented the actions which were forthcoming.  

With the development of society the human nomads started to come together at points of interest and use the land available to develop into villages, towns, and cities.  To feed the explosive increase in human populous they worked the land with irrigation and razed the forests that the Vastaya coveted.

It started with children being whisked away during the night, only to be found the following morning shredded to pieces hanging over the scarecrows they used to protect their crops. There were large, iridescent feathers imbedded within the blood encrusted corpses decorating the fatal injuries with an offensively bright green.

Although humans, for the most part, are not magical or overly strong they are known throughout Runeterra to use their wit and cunning to remain on the forefoot.  With a simple underhanded trap the humans caught the Vastaya terrorising their town.  

One look in the sunlight brought judgement.  The feathers were the same green as the ones buried within their loved ones.  An eye for eye, a tooth for a tooth the humans sought their retribution with the death of the green Vastaya.  But they did not stop there, actively hunting them.  This was well beyond justice, butchering them as if they were cattle.

Vastayans were forced to adapt from gentle caretakers to merciless killers, with flight on their side they were no match in small skirmishes, however on the battle field the scales were tipped.  When fighting on a larger scale, the humans used war machines to sow death, painted the grass and ran the rivers red with Vastayan blood.

A long time passed with the Vastayans losing steadily, it was never a landslide victory, as written in history.  It was the slow crush of a glacier carving its route down a valley.  It ended with the deaths of more people that could ever be visualised, and even more of a loss to nature that the Vastaya could no longer preserve.

A treaty was formed; it was not a treaty of pen and paper.  Magic was wrought to bind and share the powers that the Vastaya possessed. Magic is a force of nature that cannot be tamed and does produce unwarranted products even in this age.   It became apparent soon after, that it was only partially successful.  The Humans received a possibility to learn the various magics that the Vastaya could manipulate without difficulty.  The Vastaya lost one wing effectively removing their freedom to roam throughout Runeterra.

Since they were now unbalanced it altered the Vastayans from a solitary species, to actively look for a partner.  Alone a Vastaya is formidable, as a pair they are unstoppable.  They work with idiosyncratic tendencies to do as they please, as one of the older creatures to walk Runeterra.  

It is easy to think that we are similar as humans share a small semblance to the Vastaya, but both are fundamentally different.  Alcohol can be clear like water.  But alcohol burns.

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An attempt at writing fiction.

Chapter one:

A dark silhouette alone on the balcony, eyes closed feeling the breeze from the end of a long summer day.  Rolling hills immaculately kept with bushes trimmed into a multitude of creatures, throwing distorted shadows across the gravel pathways throughout the estate. Placed within the grounds was a house so vast it could be a palace housing the royal families of Valoran.    Either side of the balcony there were windows befitting to that of a church, with coloured glass capturing murals of landscapes.  

Isolated within the vastness of nature the estate was still not out of place.  Cities such as Noxus were created through desecrating the environment, paying no heed to what was there beforehand.  The estate was formed with the land and has the stature of an ancient tree.  

From the open doors a light, uplifting melody was playing intertwined with the soft soprano vocals of a woman.  What the song was about does not matter, as it is spoken in a dialect that few understand, the runic letters of power.  To those few the words from the song can be used to manipulate the energies all around into wonderful and dangerous tools.  

Framing the face of the figure is long white hair, cascading down to the small of her back. Her hair flowed with the wind much akin to willow branches, swaying but not erratically.  The dipping sun set the sky aflame with warm reds and desert oranges creating an illusion of gold.  A smile graced the lips of the figure, removing the hard lines on her brow. These lines are far too mature for one too young.  

A deep breath in followed by an even longer one out, she despised the social charades.  As an ambassador of Demacia these events were compulsory, especially when you had exhibited the old powers.  Well in reflection it is not all bad; if she was anyone else’s daughter other than royalty she would have been cleansed.  

She opened her blue eyes, drinking in the peaceful serenity of the Inonian plains.  Her eyes were a cold icy blue; similar to that of the tundra, sparkling with a Yordle’s mischief.  Throughout the blue there were hues of the rainbow, as if sunlight was being split in the spectrum.  Another exasperated sigh escaped from her lips.  Too much time had been spent away from the party.  

Turning her back to the idyllic scene she begrudgingly entered the vast ballroom.  The ballroom could have housed a small village within it and had space for growing fields.  With ornate redwood arches reaching across the ceilings which were carved with all manner of birds.  It was too clever and precise work for human hands, much more delicately constructed in comparison to the exports of Zaun and Piltover.  At a glance the birds appeared to be roosting within the beams. She turned her nose up at the way that the Vastayah used their power for trivial aesthetics.

Spreads throughout the floor were hundreds of the Vastayah, with a handful of humans and even less of the elusive yordles.  At just over 2 feet tall they were hard to spot in the melee.  A colossal head of a war-scarred hammer was bobbing through the crowd comically out of place.  That was all she needed as she delved into the crowd.

She wrinkled her nose again. The Vastayans have an animalistic musk, whereas the civilised human cultures cover themselves in sweet flowery scents.  This is one of the many subtle differences between the humanoids and herself.  At a glance they all looked like a normal human, albeit a very beautiful human.  Upon closer inspection there were long pointed ears nestling on either side of their head, much like wildcats.  They were covered in fur that matched the hair on their head which ranged through the brightest colours.  All of them, without exception, had the body of a trained fighter and had overwhelming strength.  The most noticeable feature was their feet with long paw like feet, emulating that of a hare.

Strangely the Vastayans also had one wing asymmetrically positioned on their body. In males the wing comes from the right side, whereas this is the opposite in females.  There is an old folk’s tale as to why there is not a single Vastaya with two wings.  But it is not a happy tale which almost ended with the mass genocide of these strange humanoids.

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