#Baccai

[weremagnus]

Some unfinished stuff from last year. I considering submitting a piece for a Legends of Runeterra art contest with a theme of imagining one of the unit characters as Star Guardians. These were outfit explorations I did for the Chempunk Shredder and Baccai Witherclaw, but never took it any further.

[einthebusinessdeer]

My new League OC

A baccai named Siran, he patrols the desert to warn travelers of the void monsters under the sands. If anyone gets caught, he uses his sand magic to mercy kill them before they get dragged below.

[talesofmetalandmagic]

Azir and the Baccai – Part I

A visitor approaches in the depth of the underground libraries.

Four guards surround him, raising their weapons and setting their magic alight.

A hooded creature with six arms and a long tail. A two-headed jackal beast with a gleaming maw. A bandaged hyena, growling in rage. A slender beaked man with a purple mane of feathers.

The visitor is exceedingly tall, certainly not human, and their traits are concealed by the wide sheath of his cream-white cloak and ample cowl. Only two gleaming blue eyes are visible underneath the shade. He holds a staff in one hand and a traveler's basket in another.

“Identify yourself, scoundrel”, the two-headed jackal speaks. “And face your judgement.”

With a sigh, the stranger drops his staff and unbuckles his cloak. The dim light of the tomb traces the features of a mighty hawk, his beak painted in gold spirals, his brow adorned by a simple coronet of quartz and stone.

Like one man, the four Baccai bow to him.

“I prithee, brothers and sisters, do not bow,” Azir speaks. “Don’t give me more unearned grace. Please… allow me.”

He offers the two-headed jackal his hand, and helps her up like a gentleman. The others follow suit, watching the ascended Hawk in curiosity. No rings on his fingers, no bracelets on his wrist, and one simple medallion dangles on his chest. He wears a simple linen tunic, yet expertly woven, and loose trousers, making so that his entire body bar his face, hands and talons are concealed in fabric.

He doesn’t look like…

“Our Emperor has been most graceful at visiting these tombs”, the fox-tailed woman speaks, a tone more awkward than ceremonial. “What brings His splendid person at a place so forsaken?”

“My desire to make so it no longer is.” He looks around. The libraries are immense, but dusted and dark. Not a wisp of sun. He feels his guts tense.

“Had I not born these features, would you have attacked me on sight?”

The Baccai look at each other, lost for words. They've been doing their duty for so long, some of them have forgotten how to refer to a better.

"We protect those libraries, o Grandest of Emperors. It’s our purpose."

"Just call me Azir, please. I come not as an Emperor, but as a guest. Let us sit together. I've brought you samples we can share"

The silence that follows could freeze the Sundisc itself. He's undoubtedly the Emperor, it's just something one can feel, but he's acting as if they're all the same.

Azir walks forward, stretching a fine feathered hand. “Do please, allow me to offer you a libation. I’ve learned to flavor wine on my own. I've learned a friendly conversation sounds better in front of a fine meal"

Ascended don't need to eat... but that doesn't mean they don't like a sweet once in a while.

So they bring five chairs and sit by his side as he opens his basket and passes plates around. Sweet wine and tea, falafel, tiny eggah, different flavors of hawawshi. The only Baccai not to have a taste is the hyena, who stares at the floor as if this feast was tearing at his mind.

The others try at least to get used to this unusual visit. Azir looks out of place among the plumbeous forms of the Baccai, and their eyes are fixated on the food, not on him.

If he still cared for etiquette, he’d be upset. But it’s too been lost in the past.

“Let us begin properly”, Azir says. “What might your names be?”

The hyena growls. The fennec clenches her many hand. The bird covers his face. Only the bicephalic jackal faces the inquirer.

“We do not have names, o radiant Azir. Our names have been lost to history. They’re of little matter to our purpose anyhow.”

“But everyone has names,” Azir says. “We all do. Names are…”

Yet he knows what this is leading to. He knows what kind of people don’t have names. He knows the rightful grudges they hold towards him, and how painful their wrath is.

Maybe it’s time to move to a more pleasant subject.

"I heard my protector and advisor Nasus has been treating you kindly."

"He has", the other bird says. "Was it not for him, we'd have forgotten kindness a long time ago.”

Typical Nasus. Azir smiles wistfully: his tutor has such a gentleness to him, as many people should experience it as possible.

“He treats our humble selves with compassion, gives us a purpose,” the bird continues. “And he allows us to pay for our immense hybris. Truly, was it not for him, our existence would remain but a sin.”

“Brother. Please”, the hyena chimes in. But the bird speaks more. “Truth be told, a visit from the Emperor is a grace we could hardly fathom. I wish we had more to offer, I truly do. Our existence is a punishment.”

Alright: this is getting uncomfortable once more. “Please, friend. Speak no more of this”, Azir says. “You know not of hybris, if you haven’t felt mine. I pray to keep it at bay once we begin repurposing this place. This isn’t merely a pleasurable visit. We must get to work for better days, for us all.”

“These tombs hold ancient knowledge”, the Sandspinner speaks. “I intend not to oppose the Emperor’s desires, but I feel as if I don’t understand His purposes.”

“Knowledge is worthy”, Azir speaks softly. “But nobody is worth more than souls. And your souls could use some new comfort and decency.”

“We’re Baccai, splendid Emperor”, the Jackal woman chimes in, touching the trembling bird’s shoulder. “Leaving us alive is grace. There must be worthier matters for you to attend.”

“Worthier matters would request worthier people.” Azir averts his gaze, and the Baccai’s follows. “I’ve tasted the humiliation of the scorned ones, and the lifestyle of the innocents me and my ancestors have deprived of their freedom and selves. As long as I have any power, I will fight to make so my citizens’ lives are as far removed from that as possible.”

He draws a circle in the stone by his side. It was a pastime back when he was imprisoned.

“I wish to know you. As you. Fix the damage done by the old blood, and the imperial house whose last name I bear.”

The reaper bird holds the jackal woman’s hand, the fox-tailed one clenches her own hands in pairs. As for the Hyena, his eyes are fixed on Azir, burning like amber, empty of love.

“If you four would allow me to stay, we could take the time to figure it out.”

The Conservator raises herself.

“We’d be glad.”

[luucypevensie]

*Slides over my JATP OC and runs away to hide*

Meet Reyna Baccay (originally Elena Baccay; fc Olivia Rodrigo)

Some facts about her

Rey was Julie, Carrie and Flynn’s other best friend growing up

But then, not too long before Julie’s mom dies, Rey gets murdered on her way home from Julie’s house

Losing both her best friend and mom around the same time nearly destroyed Julie

Until one day, after bringing back a cute ghost band from beyond the grave, she also somehow managed to bring Rey back when she, Luke, Alex, and Reggie find her singing at Rose’s piano

It was a very emotional reunion

Rey was apart of the music program with Julie and Flynn, and she was the front woman of her own band called Las Mariposas (The Butterflies)

She’s a very chaotic bi (grew up having a huge crush on Flynn while later having a star-crossed love affair with a girl she met at a music camp and had a scummy ex bf)

Reggie endgame because my bi king of a bassist deserves all good things

#1 shipper of Julie and Luke, as well as Alex and Willie (my crazy girl made LISTS as to why those four are the OTPs)

Loves the color purple, astronomy, and kitties

She has a wide eclectic musical taste ranging from No Doubt to Avril Lavigne

Her Pinterest board: https://pin.it/5JdG0R2sR

Her Spotify playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4GOXLRoV5ZwW4YFZGa4GLa?si=v7u3pE9_RjCnP-QS-gb_Yw&pi=u-yE_RnI4eRr2v

Tagging the moots: @dancingsunflowers-ocs (who encouraged me to do this), @daughter-of-melpomene, @ginger-grimm, @nikosasaki, @thetenthdoctorscompanion, @aliverse, @ginevrastilinski-ocs

[league-of-blorbos]

Friendly reminder that Rhaast actually used to have a bitter ex husband best friend

[loyyvie]

FORGOT TO share these two. Isca's husband will be done in a few days I thinks.

Then I will start attacking people. Very violently.

[cleverclove]

If you were to look at the yearbooks of HarHarlem’s P.S. 24, Oliver Peck Middle School, you’ll see a Ms. Jeanette Baccay between the years of 1956 to 1973.

Colleagues would describe her as “a damn good art teacher,” but had an odd habit of disappearing and asking for substitute teachers on short notice. It was a miracle she wasn’t let go, but art teachers were in high demand, so it was better to have a flaky one than none at all. Ms. Baccay, known affectionately as “Ms. Nettie,” remained a beloved member of the Peck Middle School community and was praised by former students as “a kind teacher who never gave up on a student.”

In early 1973, budget cuts were announced to HarHarlem’s school districts, as well as the total omission of the art program. Ms. Baccay was subsequently let go.

[lovefvcked-a]

@fxcdboys gets a starter from reyna baccay !!

"i don’t care how complicated this gets." reyna spoke as she looked at the man, "you and i will work. even if i have to sacrifice everything for you." she told him with a small smile. she truly loved him and wanted to work this out with him.

[itsdl]

"The baccai all fled or were spared following their failed Ascension, and none have seen them since. Who knows how long they have hidden in those dark tombs, bearing the mark of their shame?" - Scribe Kah'nir, History of the Ascended Host

[einthebusinessdeer]

Siran having a normal one after being attacked by a void monster

[asundering]

Ren Shadowblade: A loyal student to the Yanléi, Ren has taken well to the teachings of shadow magic. Skillied in summoning sets of shadow arms and learning to summon fiends of shadow, he is a fearful many-limbed assassin. In recent times, he has grown fascinated and enamoured with the power Kayn has found in the Darkin weapon they now wield. Together, they lead the search and study of the ancient, cursed weapons in the hopes of finding more, and using them to the Order's advantage. It is an open secret that he wishes to claim the next Darkin weapon found, but he is not foolish enough to question what Kayn decides when it is inevitably found.

Royce, The Butcher: A different path walked, but a similar beginning. Royce has been caught up in the Noxian military ever since he can remember. Once a child soldier thrown to the Ionian frontline, he was one of the very few survivors, and was dragged back to Noxus by the forces who found him. Begrudgingly, he served as a soldier since then, his hatred for the empire festering all that time without anyone to confide in. The mission that broke the camel's back was being sent after the stolen Darkin weapon that lead him back to Ionia, wherein he finally cast off his duties, and joined the very Order he had been sent to attack or die to. He and Kayn have found a connection through their similar pasts, and their love of spilling the blood of Noxians, becoming fast brothers in arms.

Ysdra, Keeper of the Box: In a long-held tradition once disconnected from the Yanléi, Ysdra was chosen to be the Guardian of the Shadow Isle's artefact known as the Box. The legend goes that it holds a creature connected to the shadows, and paranoia so powerful it predicts the future. Tasked to be the willing host so that it would not attempt to escape to find one, it has been decades since the priestess took up her mantle. Although hesitant to leave her eternally crumbling temple at first, the Shadow Reaper has persuaded her that the powers of the Box would serve a greater purpose in tandem with the Order.

the Forsaken Baccai: After centuries of brooding in resentment and avoiding the light of the world in the ancient ruins buried throughout Shurima, the baccai has only the memory of Rhaast and his gift before their ascensions left to hold on to. When the same powerful soul he had once stood by finally surfaced, there was suddenly a course of action. In a frantic search, the baccai encountered the wielder of his once close ally, now cursed and trapped. Although communication is a skill he has a loosened grasp on, the Shadow Order has welcomed the baccai as a powerful ally, and has provided a place in the world for him, close to his once old friend again.

Ranger-knight Defector: Self-inflicted petricite poisoning to subdue her magical abilities left the scout filled with inner turmoil. Her rage-fueled violence led to her eventual defection from the Demacian Rangers. Scarred and lost, the former ranger-knight found the Shadow Order and with it, not only a way to hone her violent streak, but a system that did not ask her to conceal her true potential. Although the petricite potions she once consumed have ravaged her throat and vocal chords, many members of the order have learned to communicate with her, and she is studying the healing properties of shadow magic.

[luucypevensie]

🏳️‍🌈 + Reyna? <3

AHHHHH YAY MY NEW BB GIRL! Thank you Fae my love! Tagging the moots: @dancingsunflowers-ocs, @ginger-grimm, @nikosasaki, @thetenthdoctorscompanion, @aliverse, @gabbysdawsons and @ginevrastilinski-ocs

reyna - bisexual

julie - bisexual

flynn - genderfluid lesbian (she/they pronouns)

luke - pansexual

alex - gay

reggie - bisexual

bobby/trevor wilson - biromantic demisexual

carrie - closeted lesbian

nick - token straight on thin ice

willie - genderfluid gay (he/they pronouns)

reyna’s band members who don’t have names yet - one’s bi, one’s a lesbian (bonus they’re dating), and one’s a straight ally

[thereikoproject]

Omni, Hiraya, Lethia

[SSIRM] Character Infos

[luucypevensie]

Thanks for the tag @daughter-of-melpomene! I’m going to go with a new OC: name’s Reyna Baccay (she’s a Julie and the Phantoms OC), and her fc is Olivia Rodrigo

Reyna is obsessed with astrology: she loves the night sky filled with stars (even though it’s ruined by the smog from California), and she incorporates that love by putting stars anywhere in her outfits

Her favorite color is purple

Reyna’s music taste ranges all over the place from No Doubt and Alanis Morissette to Avril Lavigne and Taylor Swift

Tagging @dancingsunflowers-ocs, @ginger-grimm, and @nikosasaki

Reblog this post with 3 facts about one of your OCs and then tag 3 creators who you'd like to post facts about one of their OCs!

[kynimdraws]

Is it gay to camp with ur bf and ur ex?

To see the story drabbles the prev part is here (all entries tagged under "#Hunter and the Mask Verse Story") Yone design ref for this verse can be seen in detail here

Let's find out under the cut lmao

Over a week had passed since they started their long trek through the desert to reach Nazumah. There had been some encounters with stray Bacci and dune hounds, which were taken care of relatively quickly. It was also fascinating for Yone to see K'sante in action: in the dense forests of Ionia he was far more careful about his swings with the ntofos. But in the vast dunes of Shurima, he seemed more in his element. The power and grace of his moves just seemed to belong here. Of course Yone's soul-sword techniques were sufficient to dispatch foes as well.

During one of the nights (K'sante figured that it would take another day or two to reach the outskirts around Nazumah), they suddenly find a relatively large party pass by. K'sante and Yone tense, since it was initially unknown whether this traveling group was friend or foe until…

"Tope!" K'sante calls after recognizing his former lover.

The two embrace and laugh, and the tension disappears immediately from everyone. The two parties set up camp.

"Traveling by night too? So not a hunt, I presume? Where are you headed?"

"No hunt. And I was about to go to Nazumah to warn the council there about…suspicious activity at the Sun Disc."

Tope informs that through Taliyah, there has been some unrest between Xerath's Magus cult and Azir's newly built Empire following. While the independent Shurima nations were aware of this building conflict due to the increased activity of soldiers, cultists, and Baccai…there never have been full on war.

"While I would just let those two fight until both no longer walk this earth, their violence might bleed into innocent tribes and nations that want nothing to do with them. And there are tales of Azir's descendant that may be able to sway the crazy emperor, and I wanted to recruit able-bodied people for the cause."

K'sante nods. His mother, who was one of the Nazumah councilwomen that ran the city-state, would surely agree with Tope's plan. But instead of assuming it was much better for them to get an audience with the netire council.

"Then I will help, and I will be guessing Nazumah will also support. With me and you, and others at our side…we will be unstoppable!"

Then the two men chatter about trivial things, mostly catch up with one another. Throughout this Yone quietly listens in, somehow finding himself sitting between them. He would have been content just being an observer, but Tope was not the type to let that pass.

"So, who is your travel companion K'sante? He isn't Shuriman that is for sure."

"Ah, about that…"

Tope holds up his hand, a signal for stop K'sante from talking.

"I know you are a great storyteller, but I want the stranger to answer."

Yone chuckles at that, and concedes. With SOME interjections from K'sante, Yone retells how the two had met and now are traveling back. Tope in the meanwhile that brought out some palm wine that was shared between the three.

"I see," Tope finally remarks after the storytime ends. "I am glad you found good company with K'sante. By the way did you know…"

Before K'sante would stop him, Tope started talking about some of his adventures with the man. Yone is very amused by much of them, especially whenever K'sante would awkwardly say how much of a reckless idiot he used to be in those earlier times.

As they finally settle to rest for the day, K'sante claims he needed to sleep early and steps out from the campfire. Seeing that Yone was not quite ready to join K'sante, Tope comes closer to talk to the man in private.

"So…how do you like him?"

Yone starts.

"What do you mean?"

"A man does not merely follow another man to his homeland just for saving him. You could have just stayed back in Ionia. To remain as good friends. But it seems there is something more than that."

Tope smiled warmly. Yone meanwhile felt a bit awkward, especially given how Tope was…K'sante's former lover. He just looks away and stays silent.

"For the record, I was not making fun of you," Tope starts up the conversation again. "I think you are good for him. He is not perfect, but I can see that he cares and is a better man especially towards you."

He laughs a little.

"If anything, it is quite funny seeing him tiptoe around you like you are a frightened dune gazelle, because he is usually much more direct about his feelings. I was surprised he introduced you as just a 'friend' after hearing all you went through."

"Oh?" Yone finally responds.

"K'sante is like a desert storm sometimes, he will just charge and say his piece. But with you…he is being gentle. As if he wants you to say something first. I think even if you reject him, he'll respect your decision."

Tope chuckles again, pouring the last of the palm wine for both.

"A toast, to whatever path you take in your life. Regardless of how you go with K'sante, knowing what you know now."

Yone nods and toasts to Tope's health in return. Finally the two eventually turn in for sleep.

[cleverclove]

Based solely off her character design, what are some headcanons you have of this person? :)