#Garen imagines

[goldnhourwrites]

just had a dream i was dating shieda kayn. should i start going to therapy

[hextechmaturgy]

arcane season 2 is only out in like 8 months but i'm already seeing content for it and it just reminds me how nervous i am for what's to come. i know they're butchering my favorites oh i just know it man

[artemlegere]

"One day, William discovers that the tree outside his window has been sculpted into a wise oil. In the following days, more topiaries appear, and each one is more beautiful than the last. Soon, William's gray little town is full of color and life. And although the mysterious night gardener disappears as suddenly as he appeared, William - and his town - are changed forever."

~ The Night Gardener (Simon & Schuster, Spring 2016)

🦉Painting • The Night Gardener • Eric Fan Art

[octahedral-chaos]

(SPOILERS CONTINUED)

Valorant loved a good fight. She loved how the rush of adrenaline made her feel more alive than anything ever since the end of Runeterra and even coming back to the past. How grounded she felt in the pain and ache of a good spar. How she felt so, so real. 

And most of all, she loved how violent she can get away with in battle. 

She was born of blood. Blood that was spilled for war.

 There will always be a calling back to battle in her heart, no matter how content and peaceful she is.

But just as she was violent, people never really came to her for any purposes other than official or professional reasons.

So imagine her surprise when Garen Crownguard of all people approached during her time with a practice dummy.

The poor life sized doll was already missing multiple limbs from the sheer strength of Valorant’s blows. The left arm was torn off, both legs were broken, and the other arm was barely hanging on to the main body. The cloth and wooden body was in tatters, a very concerning hole was in the part where Valorant ripped it out with a brutality only seen in the thickest of battles. A very dented and caved in mageseeker mask was tied on to the head, the mage’s fist still in the crater it made.

���Lady Val.” He greeted her, though his voice was even, she can tell how much of his self control is being tested right now. She sensed the conflict under all the layers of metal and walls he built himself over the years.

Valorant slowly turned her head to the Captain of the Dauntless Vanguard. The glass beads that made up her ‘hair’ clinked softly. Under her dual masks, there was a type of feral madness in her nonexistent eyes of her paper and glass body. The glass hand unfurled from a fist and into a claw, digging into the wooden head, and tearing it off with a sickening crack of wood followed by a shower of splinters.

Underneath all of that armor, she saw him flinch. She also saw everyone that decided to watch flinch as well.

“Sir Crownguard.” She replied indifferently, tossing the head to his feet. Rolling pitifully before it stopped at his toes. The glass hand crushing the mask into useless scraps of silver and gold. “What message do you bring?” She asked, tilting her head. Is this about last night? How she managed to smuggle in a claymore into her own debutante ball? Or is it how she absolutely demolished the wall with her first break in? She fixed it!

“There is no message.”

What?

“I came to…” He seemed reluctant to be here. “Take the Crown Prince’s place as your sparring partner today, as he is busy with matters of the state today.” He finished. 

She sees Luxana in her peripherals. Hard not to. With all her light shining.

Ah. So Father is busy today? Well… let’s see how much she can get away with.

“Alright,” She chirped cheerfully, he recoiled, clearly not expecting her to sound so happy at this prospect. Then her voice gained an edge as she said: “I would like to challenge you in a phantom duel!”

Garen’s eyebrows furrowed. “Excuse me?” What in Runeterra did she mean?

Valorant kicked the dummy out of bounds, walking to the racks filled with the training swords. Taking a sword and a shield with her.

She started to etch runes into the sword, “A phantom duel is a duel where you aim to fatally harm or kill your opponent.”

Before anyone could protest, she continued. Finishing the runes of the first sword, the wood shifting into a thinner and lighter sword that looked more like an enlarged knife. No crossguard attached to it, only the handle connecting to the short end of a diamond shaped blade that was elongated on the other tip. “But the weapons are enchanted to leave no physical harm, only a lesser and phantom pain of the blows made.”

She moved on to her shield, “ Upon the fatal or killing blow, the weapon will shatter.”

She picked both of her chosen equipment up. She turned to Garen again. His hand is on his own sword. Unsurprising.

“Since you obviously don’t trust me in any capacity, I’ll allow you to use your own sword.” Turning her shield over to make sure the correct enchantments are on it. 

Valorant leisurely walked over to her side of the first field, twirling her sword as she turned back. “A bit of warning,” she added, “I will change between weapons and fighting styles, so if you wish to, you can cheat.” 

The Captain looked appalled at her, even suggesting he take an advantage in battle.

“This is a fight to kill, no rules of formal combat apply if you want to stay alive.” She reminds him. “So, if you want to avoid being clobbered, I suggest you take what you can.”

He looked reluctant to follow her into the field, but he did anyway. 

Valorant rolled her shoulders in preparation, twirling her sword on more as Garen drew his own sword from his back.

She teleported to him the moment his sword was in both of his hands. If this were a real battle, she would have teleported earlier.

The clang of wood on metal rang out as he managed to block her first attack. Valorant grinned, knowing the cards she hid up her sleeves.

Garen pushed her back, charging towards her with a strike of his own; she responded with her shield raised to block it, prepping a lighting strike that would have run true if he didn’t parry it with his sword. Taking the opening, she started to push him back with slash after slash. He had no choice but to keep his guard up. She took a gamble and charged up her heavy attack, sweeping her sword in two wide arcs upwards. It collided with his sword, but the blow forced it away, letting her second attack strike true. The pure force of it sent him upwards. She teleported up and continued to take the opening with three successive slashes before she shoved her sword into the grain of the shield, the wood shifting to make a battle ax. In a single devastating arc, she slammed it down on him. Sending the both of them back down. A crater had formed from where she slammed him down. In two more spins, her ax fell with two more blows of blunt force on the Captain. Knowing full well of the phantom pain he is feeling. She jumped away, waiting for him to recover. It took a moment, but soon he was stumbling back on to his feet.

“Your turn~” She trilled in a sing-song voice. A madness coating it.

He spat out a wad of blood, wiping away the residue before charging back at her.

She parried every blow he threw at her. She even stood against his spinning attack! Worlds, she was a bit rusty. She hasn’t executed any perfect parries in a while. But her shield held. And it started to glow. Good, her Guard Impact is charged enough, and she has two techniques stacked. She just needs to switch. 

Wood and metal clanged against each other once more, Val pushing Garen away by surrounding herself with an ice field. As the ground around her feet glowed slightly with frost blooming at each step, she proceeded to shift. Dark glass was revealed as her paper husk folded itself back, vanishing along with her wooden equipment as she ran towards the Crownguard once more. Now a black body of glass instead of pristine white paper.

This time, her dark claws and kicks struck steel. She followed up her attack with a barrage of seals made to sap away at strength. Then her glass whip, each painful strike added to the sapping effect. Soon after Garen struck back, this time, she didn’t even bother to whip out her shield. Opting to block every attack with her bare glass hands. Though, the cracks in her body would fracture even more with each clang. 

Soon her hands were glowing, one orange and bright, the other dim and blue. 

Almost. Just wait a little longer.

Just until…

She sees the magic gathering. She sees it growing.

Finally. 

Drawing her hand of blue back as she watched Garen raise his sword to the sky, calling down Justice.

She scoffed as she watched the magic fall above her in the form of a fiery sword made out of a piece of Kayle’s magic. 

How fucking, pathetic.

Time seemed to slow for her as she waited.

And waited.

There.

It started slow. Like how it always does. She just pushes the magic away, just a little. Then she lets her momentum from her body pass to the sword, letting it turn away from its course to the earth as she spun it around. Again and again.

Until the magic turned blue and healed her willingly, flooding her with so much magic. But she needs more. More and more. It’s never enough. Not like her Runes. She sighed as time seemed to catch up to what she had done. And changed up her counter strike.

As soon as her mind decided to break free of the timelessness, she immediately ricochet the blast of blue and black magic back at Garen–

Only to be blocked by Jarvan. Shattering the shield he picked up.

“Enough Val!”

She yelled at him with a hard edge to her voice, “This is between me and him! Stay out of it!” For how can Jarvan understand? How can he understand that the lies and violence she sows is the only way to make the blinded see?

Lunging at Garen again, ignoring the cries for her to stop, Valorant shoved her sword into the grain of her shield again, swinging her axe down on him. Both Captain and Prince dived out of the way.

“Duel’s not done yet,” She hissed.

“I’m not done yet.”

She launched herself back at them with the movements of an Eldritch Horror, adopting her Demon’s style of battle. Swinging her sword wildly at the both of them as the scream from her throat turned feral. A glass claw shot out to snatch at their weapons as Valorant manifested her paper arms, adding to her already terrifying appearance mimicking Fiddlesticks. 

“Enough of this!” Jarvan bellowed against her screams. Raising Drakebane in retaliation. He threw it at her with all his might. She braced for it. There! When the spear collided with her shield, she knocked the spear into the air with it. Dropping the large buckler as she jumped up and caught the spear by its shaft. Throwing it back at Jarvan. Close enough to give a small cut in his side, but far enough that it did little to no damage to the Prince. She sees him frozen in shock at her counter. Afterall, he was one of the few that can actually use Drakebane. Valorant took this time to lunge at Garen one last time, screaming profanities in all of the languages she can think of. Manifesting her shield back into her hand, she pushed her left shoulder back and called down a crash of lightning on to the Captain. She sees him roll out of the way as she charges up another blast of lightning much to her growing temper. What she didn’t see is Shyvana and Jarvan tackling her from the behind. There was a brief surge of panic before the annoyance settled in. She’s gotten sloppy. A few hundred thousand years would do that to you if you were one of the few that existed in emptiness. With a growl, she briefly disappeared. Materializing back into the world after a moment. Jumping away, she retaliated with her whip, which was almost pulled out of her hands by Shyvana. The Dragon yanking it forcefully, Valorant holding on to it in a tug of war. It would have cut her if she was in her original body. For she never made a handle for her whip of glass and string. But it will never cut her. Not in this body. Valorant snarled as she used the momentum of Shyvana’s pull to close the distance between them, ricocheting to her. Narrowly dodging Garen's strike for her back, only a few glass beads from her ‘hair’ falling harmlessly to the ground. She returned her focus back to Shyvana, clawing at her, tearing a scale from her arm as the half-dragon grunted in pain.

A sudden collision of her face to something relatively flat forced her to back off when Jarvam struck her face with the flat of Drakebane’s blade. The paper mask was already in shreds as her metal one held through the force of the blow.

She stumbled back, absentmindedly bringing a hand to her face, a habit she made to feel human, before realizing that she felt no pain in this body of glass and paper. Dropping it back to her side as she stood back up straight, discarding her sword and shield. 

“Enough of this!” Shyvana yelled, Valorant sees blood dripping as the fire in her hands grew.

“Enough of what, Shyvana?” Valorant whispered. “Of this spar?” She scoffed, “Of this oh so simple misunderstanding?” She spat out, raising her arms to gesture at everything, “Or of this fucking genocide this kingdom is doing? Commending?” “You know full well that isn’t what I’m talking about.” Shyvana snarled back at Valorant as Garen and Jarvan flanked her. Valorant only glanced at them, keeping note of where they were before turning back to Shyvana. “And you know full well that they’re gonna kill us both the moment they see we’re the monsters they think we are.”

Shyvana froze. Jarvan flinched. Valorant only leered behind her mask as she jumped away from the three of them. “What do you see before it’s all over?” She screamed, letting her voice change. The Runes in her chest echoing with the music not yet from this era. As she let an illusion slip. One of her Nightmare Realms. Where the sky was eternally red as everything was simply flooded with blood and charred with burns.

“Blinding flashes getting closer!”

Just as it was seen, it was contained. Hidden away in her memories.

“Sacrificing everything I knew.”

Looking up to the sky, she reached for something so far from this world, but so, so close to her. A Star.

“This could be the day I die for you.”

And the Star fell.

_____)(_____

The transformation was a spectacle, for Val called down a star. The light blinding all those who looked

And in Val’s place, was a dragon. The color of emeralds as she unfurled her wings from her face, a singular point on her skull remained unblinking. As if the star that fell, became her eye in this form. She was… also incomplete as well. The dragon was more like a skeleton held together by an invisible force, her ribcage for all to see, empty of anything worldly. Anything … real. Except for the five Runes beating like a heart in her chest. The same Runes she kept in her chest cavity. Her Heart.

Then she raised a claw, and reached for Jarvan. Black and white specks of shards blacking out everything he saw.

When Jarvan had awoken again, he was holding his own spear to his throat.

AY!

Valorant and her mimicking Worldless abilities... love her.

Also Summum jumpscare /jk

No but genuinely, I love your writing style and EVERYTHING about this.

[sqarletsworldlesswandering]

(SPOILERS FOR DNMSaB AU)

Valorant loved a good fight. She loved how the rush of adrenaline made her feel more alive than anything ever since the end of Runeterra and even coming back to the past. How grounded she felt in the pain and ache of a good spar. How she felt so, so real. 

And most of all, she loved how violent she can get away with in battle. 

She was born of blood. Blood that was spilled for war.

 There will always be a calling back to battle in her heart, no matter how content and peaceful she is.

But just as she was violent, people never really came to her for any purposes other than official or professional reasons.

So imagine her surprise when Garen Crownguard of all people approached during her time with a practice dummy.

The poor life sized doll was already missing multiple limbs from the sheer strength of Valorant’s blows. The left arm was torn off, both legs were broken, and the other arm was barely hanging on to the main body. The cloth and wooden body was in tatters, a very concerning hole was in the part where Valorant ripped it out with a brutality only seen in the thickest of battles. A very dented and caved in mageseeker mask was tied on to the head, the mage’s fist still in the crater it made.

“Lady Val.” He greeted her, though his voice was even, she can tell how much of his self control is being tested right now. She sensed the conflict under all the layers of metal and walls he built himself over the years.

Valorant slowly turned her head to the Captain of the Dauntless Vanguard. The glass beads that made up her ‘hair’ clinked softly. Under her dual masks, there was a type of feral madness in her nonexistent eyes of her paper and glass body. The glass hand unfurled from a fist and into a claw, digging into the wooden head, and tearing it off with a sickening crack of wood followed by a shower of splinters.

Underneath all of that armor, she saw him flinch. She also saw everyone that decided to watch flinch as well.

“Sir Crownguard.” She replied indifferently, tossing the head to his feet. Rolling pitifully before it stopped at his toes. The glass hand crushing the mask into useless scraps of silver and gold. “What message do you bring?” She asked, tilting her head. Is this about last night? How she managed to smuggle in a claymore into her own debutante ball? Or is it how she absolutely demolished the wall with her first break in? She fixed it!

“There is no message.”

What?

“I came to…” He seemed reluctant to be here. “Take the Crown Prince’s place as your sparring partner today, as he is busy with matters of the state today.” He finished. 

She sees Luxana in her peripherals. Hard not to. With all her light shining.

Ah. So Father is busy today? Well… let’s see how much she can get away with.

“Alright,” She chirped cheerfully, he recoiled, clearly not expecting her to sound so happy at this prospect. Then her voice gained an edge as she said: “I would like to challenge you in a phantom duel!”

Garen’s eyebrows furrowed. “Excuse me?” What in Runeterra did she mean?

Valorant kicked the dummy out of bounds, walking to the racks filled with the training swords. Taking a sword and a shield with her.

She started to etch runes into the sword, “A phantom duel is a duel where you aim to fatally harm or kill your opponent.”

Before anyone could protest, she continued. Finishing the runes of the first sword, the wood shifting into a thinner and lighter sword that looked more like an enlarged knife. No crossguard attached to it, only the handle connecting to the short end of a diamond shaped blade that was elongated on the other tip. “But the weapons are enchanted to leave no physical harm, only a lesser and phantom pain of the blows made.”

She moved on to her shield, “ Upon the fatal or killing blow, the weapon will shatter.”

She picked both of her chosen equipment up. She turned to Garen again. His hand is on his own sword. Unsurprising.

“Since you obviously don’t trust me in any capacity, I’ll allow you to use your own sword.” Turning her shield over to make sure the correct enchantments are on it. 

Valorant leisurely walked over to her side of the first field, twirling her sword as she turned back. “A bit of warning,” she added, “I will change between weapons and fighting styles, so if you wish to, you can cheat.” 

The Captain looked appalled at her, even suggesting he take an advantage in battle.

“This is a fight to kill, no rules of formal combat apply if you want to stay alive.” She reminds him. “So, if you want to avoid being clobbered, I suggest you take what you can.”

He looked reluctant to follow her into the field, but he did anyway. 

Valorant rolled her shoulders in preparation, twirling her sword on more as Garen drew his own sword from his back.

She teleported to him the moment his sword was in both of his hands. If this were a real battle, she would have teleported earlier.

The clang of wood on metal rang out as he managed to block her first attack. Valorant grinned, knowing the cards she hid up her sleeves.

Garen pushed her back, charging towards her with a strike of his own; she responded with her shield raised to block it, prepping a lighting strike that would have run true if he didn’t parry it with his sword. Taking the opening, she started to push him back with slash after slash. He had no choice but to keep his guard up. She took a gamble and charged up her heavy attack, sweeping her sword in two wide arcs upwards. It collided with his sword, but the blow forced it away, letting her second attack strike true. The pure force of it sent him upwards. She teleported up and continued to take the opening with three successive slashes before she shoved her sword into the grain of the shield, the wood shifting to make a battle ax. In a single devastating arc, she slammed it down on him. Sending the both of them back down. A crater had formed from where she slammed him down. In two more spins, her ax fell with two more blows of blunt force on the Captain. Knowing full well of the phantom pain he is feeling. She jumped away, waiting for him to recover. It took a moment, but soon he was stumbling back on to his feet.

“Your turn~” She trilled in a sing-song voice. A madness coating it.

He spat out a wad of blood, wiping away the residue before charging back at her.

She parried every blow he threw at her. She even stood against his spinning attack! Worlds, she was a bit rusty. She hasn’t executed any perfect parries in a while. But her shield held. And it started to glow. Good, her Guard Impact is charged enough, and she has two techniques stacked. She just needs to switch. 

Wood and metal clanged against each other once more, Val pushing Garen away by surrounding herself with an ice field. As the ground around her feet glowed slightly with frost blooming at each step, she proceeded to shift. Dark glass was revealed as her paper husk folded itself back, vanishing along with her wooden equipment as she ran towards the Crownguard once more. Now a black body of glass instead of pristine white paper.

This time, her dark claws and kicks struck steel. She followed up her attack with a barrage of seals made to sap away at strength. Then her glass whip, each painful strike added to the sapping effect. Soon after Garen struck back, this time, she didn’t even bother to whip out her shield. Opting to block every attack with her bare glass hands. Though, the cracks in her body would fracture even more with each clang. 

Soon her hands were glowing, one orange and bright, the other dim and blue. 

Almost. Just wait a little longer.

Just until…

She sees the magic gathering. She sees it growing.

Finally. 

Drawing her hand of blue back as she watched Garen raise his sword to the sky, calling down Justice.

She scoffed as she watched the magic fall above her in the form of a fiery sword made out of a piece of Kayle’s magic. 

How fucking, pathetic.

Time seemed to slow for her as she waited.

And waited.

There.

It started slow. Like how it always does. She just pushes the magic away, just a little. Then she lets her momentum from her body pass to the sword, letting it turn away from its course to the earth as she spun it around. Again and again.

Until the magic turned blue and healed her willingly, flooding her with so much magic. But she needs more. More and more. It’s never enough. Not like her Runes. She sighed as time seemed to catch up to what she had done. And changed up her counter strike.

As soon as her mind decided to break free of the timelessness, she immediately ricochet the blast of blue and black magic back at Garen–

Only to be blocked by Jarvan. Shattering the shield he picked up.

“Enough Val!”

She yelled at him with a hard edge to her voice, “This is between me and him! Stay out of it!” For how can Jarvan understand? How can he understand that the lies and violence she sows is the only way to make the blinded see?

Lunging at Garen again, ignoring the cries for her to stop, Valorant shoved her sword into the grain of her shield again, swinging her axe down on him. Both Captain and Prince dived out of the way.

“Duel’s not done yet,” She hissed.

“I’m not done yet.”

She launched herself back at them with the movements of an Eldritch Horror, adopting her Demon’s style of battle. Swinging her sword wildly at the both of them as the scream from her throat turned feral. A glass claw shot out to snatch at their weapons as Valorant manifested her paper arms, adding to her already terrifying appearance mimicking Fiddlesticks. 

“Enough of this!” Jarvan bellowed against her screams. Raising Drakebane in retaliation. He threw it at her with all his might. She braced for it. There! When the spear collided with her shield, she knocked the spear into the air with it. Dropping the large buckler as she jumped up and caught the spear by its shaft. Throwing it back at Jarvan. Close enough to give a small cut in his side, but far enough that it did little to no damage to the Prince. She sees him frozen in shock at her counter. Afterall, he was one of the few that can actually use Drakebane. Valorant took this time to lunge at Garen one last time, screaming profanities in all of the languages she can think of. Manifesting her shield back into her hand, she pushed her left shoulder back and called down a crash of lightning on to the Captain. She sees him roll out of the way as she charges up another blast of lightning much to her growing temper. What she didn’t see is Shyvana and Jarvan tackling her from the behind. There was a brief surge of panic before the annoyance settled in. She’s gotten sloppy. A few hundred thousand years would do that to you if you were one of the few that existed in emptiness. With a growl, she briefly disappeared. Materializing back into the world after a moment. Jumping away, she retaliated with her whip, which was almost pulled out of her hands by Shyvana. The Dragon yanking it forcefully, Valorant holding on to it in a tug of war. It would have cut her if she was in her original body. For she never made a handle for her whip of glass and string. But it will never cut her. Not in this body. Valorant snarled as she used the momentum of Shyvana’s pull to close the distance between them, ricocheting to her. Narrowly dodging Garen's strike for her back, only a few glass beads from her ‘hair’ falling harmlessly to the ground. She returned her focus back to Shyvana, clawing at her, tearing a scale from her arm as the half-dragon grunted in pain.

A sudden collision of her face to something relatively flat forced her to back off when Jarvam struck her face with the flat of Drakebane’s blade. The paper mask was already in shreds as her metal one held through the force of the blow.

She stumbled back, absentmindedly bringing a hand to her face, a habit she made to feel human, before realizing that she felt no pain in this body of glass and paper. Dropping it back to her side as she stood back up straight, discarding her sword and shield. 

“Enough of this!” Shyvana yelled, Valorant sees blood dripping as the fire in her hands grew.

“Enough of what, Shyvana?” Valorant whispered. “Of this spar?” She scoffed, “Of this oh so simple misunderstanding?” She spat out, raising her arms to gesture at everything, “Or of this fucking genocide this kingdom is doing? Commending?” “You know full well that isn’t what I’m talking about.” Shyvana snarled back at Valorant as Garen and Jarvan flanked her. Valorant only glanced at them, keeping note of where they were before turning back to Shyvana. “And you know full well that they’re gonna kill us both the moment they see we’re the monsters they think we are.”

Shyvana froze. Jarvan flinched. Valorant only leered behind her mask as she jumped away from the three of them. “What do you see before it’s all over?” She screamed, letting her voice change. The Runes in her chest echoing with the music not yet from this era. As she let an illusion slip. One of her Nightmare Realms. Where the sky was eternally red as everything was simply flooded with blood and charred with burns.

“Blinding flashes getting closer!”

Just as it was seen, it was contained. Hidden away in her memories.

“Sacrificing everything I knew.”

Looking up to the sky, she reached for something so far from this world, but so, so close to her. A Star.

“This could be the day I die for you.”

And the Star fell.

_____)(_____

The transformation was a spectacle, for Val called down a star. The light blinding all those who looked

And in Val’s place, was a dragon. The color of emeralds as she unfurled her wings from her face, a singular point on her skull remained unblinking. As if the star that fell, became her eye in this form. She was… also incomplete as well. The dragon was more like a skeleton held together by an invisible force, her ribcage for all to see, empty of anything worldly. Anything … real. Except for the five Runes beating like a heart in her chest. The same Runes she kept in her chest cavity. Her Heart.

Then she raised a claw, and reached for Jarvan. Black and white specks of shards blacking out everything he saw.

When Jarvan had awoken again, he was holding his own spear to his throat.

My my, that's.... quite the story. You seem to have some conflict with this Captain Garen fellow that runs farther back than just this duel. May I ask where that stems from? The same for Jarvan and Shyvana....

[bunnywan]

not me taking the free use earring so seriously but like, what happens after that ending?? a huge part of me imagines anakin being a huge bitch about it, storming off, obi wan chasing after him etc. and the other part, well, obi wan still tasting like garen’s piss is only a minor deterrent to him fucking him right there in the corridor

anakin is too much of a prude to do anything in the middle of the hallway, so he stalks back to his quarters with obi-wan in tow. then he stares at obi-wan with the most intense and offputting look known to man as obi-wan brushes his teeth to wash the piss out. and then they fuck.

[league-of-starlight]

Shyvana voice update concept:

First Move:

“A dragon awakens.”

“For Jarvan, and for Demacia!”

“My wings are ready to be spread.”

Long move:

“When I was young, my father would often fret over my outbursts. I wonder how he’d see me now…”

“When my mother found me, she spoke all sorts of things to me. Some of those names linger.”

“Though many look at me with disdain and suspicion, there are some who trust me.”

“Jarvan’s decree about the mageseekers was a wise decision. But I remain cautious about the future.”

“Anger is always in my core, I must simply aim it correctly.”

First encounter:

“In the name of Demacia, you shall perish.”

“Show me your might.”

“Do not tremble, fight!”

(Encountering drakes:)

“Let’s see whose roar is stronger!”

Joke:

“What do you get when a dragon-ACHOO!” *sneezes out some fire* “Apologies.”

Joke response:

“Don’t waste my time.”

Taunt response:

“Will you be so brave with my teeth on your throat?”

Killing:

(General):

“Scorched away!”

*Growling exhale.*

“Whelp.”

Dragon form:

*Roar*

Recall:

“My strength must be restored.”

*Growl* “This isn’t done…”

Death:

“No…”

*Death rattles.*

*Strangled roar.*

Respawn:

“My heart is not easily extinguished.”

Character specific dialogue:

First encounter:

Galio: “We are both born of magic. That makes us very powerful.”

Garen: “Jarvan trusts you, but I require more than words.”

Jarvan: “Do we fight on the same side?”

“Shall we?”

Crystal Rose Jarvan: *sheepish tone* “Jarvan, you know I can’t dance.”

Kayle: “Does the protector accept something like me?”

Lux: *Vaguely flustered* “No, Jarvan has not ridden me into battle.”

“Will Terbisia accept someone like me?”

Quinn: “Your bird shouldn’t fly so high in the air. I get hungry…”

Ruined Shyvana: “You are an illusion, nothing more!”

Smolder: “You call that a roar? Hm, let me show you.”

Sylas: “I remember our fight, Sylas. And I want a second chance.”

Vayne: “Do you still think me a monster, Vayne?”

Viego: “You are no king. Simply a spoiled wretch with a false crown.”

Xin Zhao: “You trained Jarvan? An honour to meet.”

Taunt:

Aurelion Sol: “What dragon has no wings?”

Dragon slayer skins: “This dragon is more than you can imagine.”

Dragon trainer skins: “I am not one to be tamed.”

Lee sin: “This dragon is not something you can control.”

Swain: “Secrets hold no sway over me, fool.”

Vayne: “It takes more than silver bolts to slay a dragon.”

Taunt Response:

Vladimir: “My blood alone would boil you alive, wretch.”

Kill:

Lux: “There is a difference between rainbows and dragon-fire, Crownguard.”

Noxians: “Jarvan will be pleased.”

Smolder: “You have much to learn, hatchling.”

Sona: “Music will not soothe this beast.”

Vayne: “What’s wrong? I thought you specialised in killing monsters.”

Xin Zhao: “How do I tell Jarvan…?”

Moving near Jarvan:

Shyvana: I remember when you were simply Prince Jarvan.

Jarvan: Have I changed much since then?

Shyvana: Mmm, slightly taller.

Joking near Jarvan:

Jarvan: “Bless you.”

Shyvana: *Awkwardly* “Appreciated.”

Bonus:

RUINED SHYVANA:

Jarvan: “Shyvana, this is not you!”

Ruined Shyvana: “How could you understand?!”

Ruined Shyvana: “Your people execute me at the slightest opportunity!”

Jarvan: “They would never get the chance, Shyvana, I swear.”

[dgct2]

From Amanda Schull's IG

25 years ago I was in the right place at the right time. I was in my favorite city, San Francisco, I was about to become an apprentice with one of the world’s best ballet companies, San Francisco Ballet, and I was given the opportunity to audition for and then portray the role of #jodysawyer in the movie #Centerstage. Never in my wildest dreams could I have imagined that this movie would have the impact that it has. It shaped the course of my life. And I learned this past weekend that it has moved more people than I realized. Almost 25 years to the exact last day of filming Center Stage I had the absolute honor to attend San Francisco Dance Festival screening of the film at the Herbst theater in San Francisco co-presented by my former company, San Francisco Ballet.

Everyone in attendance was there to celebrate not just the movie, but also dance and the power of art. The divine Lady Camden whipped the crowd into a state of fervour I was truly not prepared for and I felt a swell of love from the audience that I will never in my life forget. We make art hoping that someone somewhere will see it and feel a stir within themselves that validates the countless hours of anguish in our pursuit. But to still feel the ripples of that affirmation 25 years later is astounding. I will carry the flutters you all gave me on the stage of the Herbst theater in my pocket for the rest of my life. Thank you to the luminous Garen Scribner for creating the most magnificent homecoming for me and the film. Thank you to the San Francisco Dance Film Festival for making the evening possible. Thank you to everyone who attended and said the lines aloud, and sang the songs and tapped the choreography and went on the journey with all of those young dancers.

Thank you to Sony Pictures for taking the risk on an unknown dancer for the role, I owe my path to that gamble. Thank you to patrons of the arts everywhere. (and thank you to those who have actually read this very long-winded message)

[saint-of-grief]

Even more TLT characters playing league of legends

Part 1 is here

I left a lot of characters out in my first post cause I don't think babs would play league for an example, but I'm willing to make an effort and imagine this.

NABERIUS: Ezreal one trick. Never looks at matchups, picks Varus if Ez is picked or banned. Has 2 million mastery points, Ianthe always points it out when he misses a Q. Complains a lot in the chat, but will never be as mean as Ianthe. Plays with the twins cause otherwise he has no one to play with. Is platinum.

JEANEMARY: Vi main. Saw arcane (reason I didn't mention arcane on my last post was bc I think none of the characters there would be that crazy for arcane, they'd play league even before the boom), goes duo with Isaac and they try to emulate the professional calls of the sixth, but are too chaotic to do so. Types in chat to answer people flaming or to say "mb" about bag ganks. Is gold.

ISAAC: Zed and Akali main, Kayn if he's playing jungle. Despite his edgelord champion pool, is not very toxic. Goes duo with Jeanemary, they're about to get out of elohell. Types in the chat to ask for ganks or apologizing for bad plays. Is gold.

ABGAIL: Soraka main, but willing to play ADC if with Magnus. Knows exactly how to build for each game, wards the shit out the map, carries the team on her back, passive aggressive if she thinks someone's trolling. Does not buy skins. Plays 1 game per day and then goes back to work on her research. Types "GG :)" after every win. Is platinum.

MAGNUS: Support main, mostly Leona and Braum, he started playing to spend time with Abgail. Tower dives like it's nothing. Doesn't do runes, builds Solari every game. Once he played with Ianthe in his team, took him 2 weeks to turn chat on again. Types little jokes about the champions in chat, no one likes, except for Gideon. Is silver.

DULCINEA: She's a twitch streamer and all her donations are for hospital bills. People open her stream expecting her to be playing Lilia or other cute champion, she's playing Naafiri. Knows how to play almost every lane, likes to play flex with the sixth and the ninth. Usually chill in the chat, but if you tilt her, you're gonna read some ugly things. Is diamond.

PROTESILAUS: Toplane main. He's that guys who won't come out of the toplane for nothing, not even herald, you'll put your camera on him and he's laning peacefully and farming, it's 20 minutes of game, both botlane towers already fell. Plays Illaoi or Garen, usually appears on Dulcie stream but doesn't say anything. Never types in chat, is diamond.

THE EIGHTH HOUSE: I'll do this two in one take cause who even cares about the eight house. They're that jungle and top duo that won't leave you alone, with champs like Rumble and Zac, if you're bot or mid and they're on your team, prepare to play without a jungler. Sometimes, they'll have a discussion in the middle of the game and nothing will be done. Only type in the chat if not in voice call. Both are emerald.

I'll do the OG Lyctors later.

The first post:

[teeto-peteto]

Institute of war feels like the summoners are like “How many world ending killers can we put in this building before shit goes down.” Like seriously, all the void creatures in the same basement prison, demons are kept in chains, but you still have a nightmare demon who might just infect champions with horrific nightmares. And I’m not even mentioning the politics.

That said, I still love it. Smash mansion type of thing.

Heck yeah and they are having terrible fun you know. They are friendly breaking each others nose <3

Do you think the institute makes roadtrips?? Cause i imagine the human sized champions in a bus or any type of vehicle singing silly stuff like 'Kata and Garen sitting under a tree kissing!' and any of them gets up middle ride and screams 'THATS NOT TRUE' and they all go 'OoOOoOHhHHh' and they make schoolgirl drama.

Imagine bringing them to a petting zoo, and summoners have to speak with a megaphone 'Please we request the void champions to not devour the animals, kids are watching and we can't afford any losses for the Zoo, please behave. Ok now everyone get on a line so we can start weaponery confiscation before getting inside...'

[lobster-tales]

Lux's Adventures in Underland

Rating: Mature Summary: While fleeing an impending engagement, Luxanna Crownguard falls down a tree hollow and into the mysterious world of Underland. At first, the strange place appears to resemble the same Wonderland from her favorite childhood book, but she quickly learns that not everything is as it seems. Secrets lurk in this enchanting world, and Lux discovers that from even the best of dreams, one must always wake up. This work is available here on AO3.

Chapter 1: Down the Hollow

The midnight hour was for dreams. And in Castle Crownguard, all obeyed this silent rule, all except for the eldest child, Garen. Instead of dreaming, he pored over maps and charts, spread out on the ornate rug of the parlor. A boy still, of six and ten, he was too young to understand the finer details but hungry enough to try anyway. His tea cooled on the side table, where not even the fire could keep it warm.

But his study was interrupted by a voice.

"Garen!"

He knew the call well, as he had answered it many times before, and he sighed fondly as he rose. Garen stretched before lighting a candle and letting it guide his way up the stairs and down the call, cutting through the darkness.

"Garen!" she gasped when he opened the door, throwing off the heavy bedspread and running to him. His sister, Luxanna, was only as tall as his stomach, so he leaned down to envelope her in one arm.

"Steady on, Lux," he chuckled. "What's the matter? The dream again?"

"Yes!" She clung to him, so much so that he was barely able to set down the candle before lifting her onto his hip. "The Queen of Hearts, she wanted to chop my head off!"

"Well that's curious. What on earth would she want with your puny head?" He flinched against the tiny hand swatting his shoulder.

"She wanted to play croquet with it," Lux sobbed.

"And get your long hair all tangled in the wickets?" He tutted, perching on the thick duvet. "Hardly a sportsman, is she?"

Lux swatted him again, hiding a laugh behind a choked sob. "It was really scary!"

"I'm sure it was," he conceded. Garen reached for the softly bound book on the side table: "Alice's Adventures in Wonderland" by Lewis Carroll. He flipped through the pages, pausing on an illustration of the titular character mid-growth after eating an enchanted cake, her neck stretched unnaturally tall. The image disturbed Garen, who grimaced and closed the book. "Perhaps you should read something else, Lux."

"No!" she gasped, taking the book from him and squeezing it to her chest. "No, this is my favorite book!"

"But it's giving you nightmares. And you already have such a wild imagination."

"I'll- I'll get braver," she insisted, straightening her shoulders as she did so. "I promise, I won't call for you anymore."

Garen smiled softly at her. "You can always call for me, Lux." He reached for the book, and she loosened her grip, if not reluctantly. Garen returned the book to it's place on the bedside table.

"Next time," said Lux. "I'll stand up to her. I won't let her chop my head off, I promise. I'll- I'll fight if I must!"

"Our Lux in shining armor," he chuckled while tickling her side, earning a giggle from her. He nodded to the pillow and she crawled beneath the duvet, allowing herself to be tucked in. Garen considered her for a moment. "You know... sometimes, when you're faced with a nightmare, the best thing you can do is wake up and just come home." He tousled her hair. "Don't get lost out there in Wonderland."

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Lux woke with a soft laugh, humor that faded as reality took it's place. The morning light was crisp and cool, the light of late spring. The book was no longer on the bedside table, replaced by a hairbrush, various essays and other literature scattered beneath a blown out candle. Her mother's footsteps approached in the hallway, and Lux allowed herself one plaintive groan beneath the duvet, before sitting upright and pretending that she had been awake for hours, a demure smile masking her exhaustion.

Lady Crownguard was flanked by three handmaids, whose fingers all poked and pricked at Lux throughout the morning. Her hair was combed, tamed, and pinned into place atop her head. She was cinched into a corset, stockings concealing her legs, the chemise and drawers likewise concealed by a light blue petticoat. Today's bodice was stark white with lace creeping up her throat ("Lace is all the rage in London this season," advised Lady Crownguard), a blue ribbon tied at her throat. Lux grimaced under the sensation: she had never been fond of things tight around her neck.

As the torture took place, Lady Crownguard briefed her on the day's events: most significantly, the tea party at Lymere House. Her mother droned on about the various guests in attendance, but Lux truly only cared for one. Ezreal Lymere, the nephew of Professor Lymere. He had just returned from his latest adventure, an expedition to Egypt. Lux had been reading up on the subject and was bursting with questions, hoping to bombard him at the soonest opportunity. She and Ezreal had become good friends, especially after her brother Garen had gone overseas to seek a trade deal in the Americas. Lux, feeling rather left behind, could take solace in Ezreal's adventures... and, more importantly, plan out her own.

The carriage ride was stuffy, as always. Her mother continued prattling about the latest gossip, but Lux had no interest in engagements and babies. Her attention was outside the carriage, watching the woods roll by. A white owl glided through the trees. She imagined herself following the bird, draped in loose-fitting cloth and riding a unicorn through the dappled sunlight.

"Luxanna," her mother's sharp voice. "Are you listening?"

"Yes," Lux lied. "Of course, mother."

Lady Crownguard paused, spreading her handkerchief in her lap thoughtfully. "Darling," she said, and Lux knew to pay attention. 'Darling' was reserved for two things: genuine praise, or serious news. Lux sincerely doubted it was the former. "I um... well, you are a woman now."

She certainly didn't feel like it, even though she knew she ought to, fresh from her teenage years. "Right."

"I was married by the time I was your age," Lady Crownguard said, her tone wistful. "Pregnant, in fact, before my twenty-first birthday."

Lux studied her.

Lady Crownguard reached for Lux's hand, the fabric of their gloves rubbing together. It was the closest to physical contact they ever approached these days. "I only wish the same bliss for you."

A claw of fear itched at Lux's heart. Marriage was inevitable, the doom that befell all young, reasonably well off women. But motherhood, Lux had been hoping to delay. It was just a matter of finding the right partner, which Lux was fairly certain she had secured.

Surely someone like Ezreal, with his hunger for life, would understand her, offer some relief when it came to marital responsibilities. Lux had been putting off the conversation with him, hoping to savor his friendship before they were burdened by marriage and all it's pitfalls, but her mother's meaning was clear: her time had run out.

In the woods, she watched the white owl disappear into the leaves.

Lux composed herself, masking her fear with a smile. "So do I, mother."

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As soon as she arrived, Ezreal asked her to dance. He looked much more put together than normal, his wild hair subdued, his shirt buttoned to his neck, his waistcoat pressed and clean. She terrorized him for it under her breath, earning some smirks and returned comments.

Lux asked about Egypt and he was happy to oblige, his eyes lighting up as he told her of Cairo and the pyramids, sailing on the Nile. At one point, he became too engrossed in his story and they missed a crucial step of the dance, having to rush to catch up and ceasing further conversation. Annoyed by the interruption, Lux pulled him away once the song ended, promenading instead through the garden (always within eyesight, of course. It would be improper to expect any kind of privacy with the man she would spend the rest of her life with anyway).

Ezreal went on and on about ancient cities and pharaohs, legends and myths, and Lux drank in every word like a sweet wine. He spoke of the people he met, the food he ate, the means of transportation and what it was like to ride a camel, a creature which Lux had only ever read about.

"That sounds incredible," Lux sighed.

Someone cleared their throat far behind them: Lady Crownguard, watching from over the rim of her teacup. Ezreal, remembering himself, paused at the rose garden. "Ah, here you are," he said, plucking a white rose. "A pure rose for a pure lady."

"Thank you." Lux accepted the rose, pretending to be charmed. "You know, though, I actually prefer lavender roses."

"Lavender?" he chuckled. "What a queer color for a rose."

She smiled, a soft, fading smile. Lux glanced over her shoulder, though her mother appeared to be satisfied for the moment. "I see we're under the same scrutiny today."

Ezreal stiffened. "W-whatever do you mean?"

"Come off it," Lux said, bumping his shoulder playfully. "I'm not a dunce." She stroked the white petals. "Though I will say," she said shyly. "I'm rather glad it's you."

His eyes sparkled. "You are?"

"Of course," she giggled. "I never thought... well, you know how it is, our world. I never even dreamed that I'd have the opportunity to be with someone who I could explore with, have adventures, sail the high seas." She beamed at him. "And I'm just so entirely grateful."

Ezreal had gone quiet. He guided her to an iron-wrought bench and sat beside her, taking her gloved hands in his. "Lux... I want that, too, I really do. But... well, I'm sorry if I've given off the wrong impression, but... you know that can never happen, right?"

Lux blinked at him. Her heart, feeling as porcelain as a teacup, chipped a little at his words. "What?"

"You see, my uncle won't be around forever, and you won't be very well able to travel if you're with child or taking care of the children." Ezreal seemed more embarrassed than anything, as if he had simply told her that he used to wet the bed. "I thought... you had pieced that together."

More cracks in her teacup heart. Lux took a deep breath, forcing her mask into place. It, too, was cracking. "Right. Of course. Silly of me."

Concerned, Ezreal asked, "Are you alright?"

"I just need some air," she said too quickly, and rose in the same fashion. "I'll... I'll be right back."

There was a hedge near them, and beyond that, forest. Lux managed to keep her steps even as she walked, though she moved too fast. She could only pray that her mother had taken no notice, and as soon as she was behind the cover of the hedge, she bolted. Lux ran, her heels digging into the kept grass and then the unkempt earth of the forest. She found a large tree and threw herself against it, gasping for breath and clawing the ribbon around her throat.

Lux keeled over, wishing desperately to rip the corset off and free her burning lungs. She fought back tears, focusing on her breathing. One, two, three, four. She matched it to the ticking of the clock, one, two, three- wait, clock? Lux whipped around to face the source of the ticking.

A young man stood there. He was leaned back casually against a tree, one hand toying with a pocket-watch, the other deep in the pocket of a long jacket with various colorful designs painted along the hem. She was sure that she had not seen him at the party, as his bright blond locs would have been impossible to miss, matching the color of the concave hourglass symbol painted on his face. He glanced at her and smirked, and she felt like perhaps she had wandered by accident into the presence of some sort of trickster god.

"Oh, I'm-" she righted herself, having regained her breath. "I'm terribly sorry, is this your... glade?"

He was silent for a moment, assessing her, toying with the watch. "Luxanna Crownguard?" American accent.

She eyed him warily. "Yes? And who might you be?"

"Caitlyn sent me."

Lux combed her memory. "Caitlyn? Caitlyn... Kiramman?" She cocked her head to the side. "But... Caitlyn's been missing for months. She was abducted or something, by some woman she met in America."

"Is that what they told you?"

Lux felt suddenly like she was being left out of some joke, and despised the sensation. "You still haven't answered my question. Who are you?"

"... My name is Ekko. If you want to see your friend, you should come with me."

"What?" Lux looked back over her shoulder, but all that was visible at the edge of the forest was the hedge. She was surprised how little progress she'd made while running, after what felt like a marathon. "N-no, I... I shouldn't. I should be getting back." She paused. "Perhaps you ought to call Scotland Yard. I'm sure they'd be happy to assist you with..."

His smirk had faded. He blinked at her, slowly. He sighed, and with a decisive flick of his wrist, shoved the watch back into his pocket. "If you change your mind, follow the white owl."

Lux stared after him as he returned to the forest. "Pleasure meeting you," she offered half-heartedly, before composing herself and returning to the party.

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The next hour or so was a haze. Lux, who had not been given the proper time to grieve the loss of her dreams, drifted about, let herself be shown where to sit and when to speak. She avoided Ezreal as much as she was able, hiding in swaths of the other young ladies. When her mother asked what she was doing, she said simply, "Letting him pursue me," which seemed to satisfy Lady Crownguard immensely.

During one riveting conversation about finger sandwiches, Lux noticed a woman at the edge of the social circles. She had been outcast, it seemed, invited still but not quite part of the crowd. Lux caught her sharp discerning eyes, and excused herself to meet the woman halfway, taking her stiff arm. "Lady Kiramman," Lux said, trying hard to sound warm.

Lady Kiramman seemed on edge, but accepted her greeting well enough. "Luxanna. It appears while I wasn't looking, you blossomed into a beautiful young woman."

"Thank you." She stuck to casual talk first, about the weather and Mr. Kiramman and finger sandwiches. When there was a lull, Lux murmured, "I... was wondering if you've heard from Caitlyn at all."

Lady Kiramman's eyes narrowed, as if assured that her suspicions were correct. "I know nothing more than the gossip column."

"I'm not trying to gossip," Lux said, unsure how to convince her of her earnest. "I'm just worried about her. How long has it been now?"

"... Seven months."

Lux winced, feeling a stab of guilt. How could so much time have passed without her realizing it? "That's dreadful. I'm so sorry."

Lady Kiramman shrugged it off, but Lux noticed her teacup shaking ever so slightly as she raised it to her lips. "I warned her, you know. The Americas are no place for a young woman of her fine breeding."

"Then why did she go?"

"Our ward, Jayce, invited her." Lady Kiramman sighed. "They had always been good friends, you see, and he had done well for himself at university. He even had a promising business arrangement with one of his classmates. Of course, that all fell apart when they both disappeared as well."

Lux's breath caught. "What?"

Lady Kiramman studied her, trying to discern her intentions. "Yes, haven't you read the papers? That's part of the whole scandal. Caitlyn, Jayce, and a few others all disappeared in a matter of weeks, including some prizefighter woman that Caitlyn had... befriended." She said the word through gritted teeth, which gave Lux the impression that it was not the most apt description of the relationship, just perhaps the most polite. "You really haven't heard any of this?"

Lux looked down at her folded hands, embarrassed. "No, I'm afraid... I suppose I heard something, but I'm not one for gossip."

"... An admirable quality." Lady Kiramman sipped her tea again, lost in thought. "There's nothing to be done about it, unfortunately. Neither the American nor British detectives I've hired were able to find anything." She paused, her face betraying her grief for only a moment. "I just hope that, wherever they ran off to... they're safe."

Before Lux could ask any more questions, a bell twinkled at the gazebo. She was ushered forward at the head of the crowd, up the gazebo's steps and all but into Ezreal's arms. Once everyone was in place, their shining faces all watching, Ezreal began his speech.

Lux found it impossible to concentrate on his words, however. Her gaze kept wandering to the crowd, all those waiting eyes. Her mother and Professor Lymere were front and center, though while the former seemed to be waiting with bated breath, he looked as if he wanted this to be done with so he could get back to his study and plan the next great adventure.

The thought drew her back to Ezreal. For so long, he had been her ship in the storm. She could bear all the drudgeries of society if it meant that she had someone, anyone, who could help her achieve her own desires. She had thought Ezreal was that person, but now, she saw him clearly. His adventures had never been hers to share: they were his prizes, something for him to bring home and simply permit her to awe. Their children would be blond and bright-eyed, their sons racing off to the next adventure while her daughters stood at the window, imaginations only taking them as far as the edge of the forest.

The forest. She could almost feel it's presence beyond the hedge. She wondered if Ekko was there, watching her through the branches. Was that where Caitlyn and company were being kept? Somewhere in some hollow tree, starved and tortured and begging for help? Perhaps it was the timekeeper himself who trapped them, and she was being lured, too.

Ezreal knelt. Had he already asked the question? He had stopped speaking, his cheeks flushed with nerves. He must have asked then, though she hadn't heard it.

After a long moment of silence he cleared his throat and asked again.

Someone spoke, and Lux realized it was her own voice. "I..."

Lux looked up once more, meeting the rigid gaze of Lady Kiramman.

"I..."

She was trapped anyway, wasn't she?

"I..."

White feathers glided above the crowd, eliciting screams from the younger ladies and 'Dear lord!'s from the older. The owl disappeared beyond the hedge, and without another thought, Lux took off after it.

As she ran, she tore the ribbon from her throat, discarding it at the white rose bush. The gloves followed, crumpling like small white corpses at the hedge line.

The owl led her deep into the woods, far deeper than she would have ever dared to go on her own. Lux's heart pounded in time with her running feet. She had never felt so alive.

In a distant glade, a large tree loomed, a massive hollow gaping in the center of the trunk. The owl dove into it. Lux caught herself on the edge of the bark, peering into the hollow. The darkness stretched away into oblivion.

A voice called to her from far behind. Lux steeled herself, hoisted her skirts over the edge, and fell.

[prtector]

[   HESITATE   ]   :         startled   by   a   sudden   hug   from   the   receiver   ,   the   sender   pauses   for   a   moment   ,   before   hesitantly   returning   the   embrace   . ( @mettlemight )

      taric   gingerly   cupped   handfuls   of   water   over   his   face   ,   pushing   wet   strands   away   from   his   eyes   as   he   scrubbed   .   targon   felt   so   empty   ,   now   that   he   had   company   to   remind   him   of   this   phenomenon   .    company   in   question   being   garen’s   presence   ,   in   which   he   had   only   ventured   to   the   ends   of   the   world   just   to   confirm   his   ascent   had   been   true   .   targon   was   almost   as   empty   as   the   desert   that   shared   its   border   —   like   shurima   —   civilization   lived   in   seclusion   .   zealots   &   solari   navigated   the   outcrops   with   ease   ,   &   roosted   in   the   evenings   when   bolar   had   been   hunted   .   no   sound   but   the   quiet   crackle   of   the   fireplace   &   the   whisper   of   water   running   before   him   in   a   drawn   bucket   . 

      targon   was   ,   in   short   ,   a   borderline   sterile   lump   of   rock   .   magic   flowing   snow   coated   the   peaks   of   each   summit   ,   &   rarely   did   the   sun   peak   through   .   the   last   few   days   allowed   him   to   trek   the   land   &   appreciate   the   beauty   .   lead   garen   to   an   inn   to   give   him   an   opportune   resting   place   ,   better   than   sleeping   on   a   damp   rock   floor   by   the   stalagmites   of   a   hollowed   cave   .   while   taric   ,   personally   could   climb   rocks   &   passage   its   terrain   ,   he   didn’t   want   his   armored   friend   to   become   too   sore   or   exhausted   .

      the   unceremonious   awkward   scuffling   behind   the   door   allowed   taric   to   notice   the   shadow   cut   through   the   fire   light   ,   illuminating   garen’s   form   just   beyond   it   .   he   had   been   pacing   ,   he   would   assume   .   the   exiled   soldier   grasps   a   dried   rag   &   begins   pampering  ��his   jaw   to   rid   of   water   residue   .

   〝   the   tavern’s   closed   for   the   night   so   we   can’t   sit   downstairs   ,   unfortunately   .   i’ve   been   sure   to   ask   for   a   tub   to   accommodate   your   needs   ,   my   friend   .   to   help   eliminate   your   fatigue   .   〞

      he   leaves   the   little   wash   -   room   ,   shouldering   the   door   open   to   see   a   de-armored   garen   crownguard   .   as   he   predicted   ,   strides   around   the   room   with   an   intently   focused   gaze   guarded   elsewhere   .   the   targonian   aspect   felt   air   fall   from   his   nostrils   ,   if   he   was   disappointed   ,   he   didn’t   show   it   .   taric   braced   his   fingers   on   the   rim   of   his   boot   ,   taking   a   moment   for   his   limbs   to   be   spurned   into   movement   ,   loosening   the   heel   to   take   off   &   remove   its   pair   .   he   adjusts   the   boots   into   a   neat   array   by   the   bedside   . 

      once   he   stood   straight   again   ,   hands   cradling   his   arms   as   they   cross   .   he   was   watching   garen   with   unguarded   interest   ,   before   a   pleased   sound   leaves   sealed   lips   ,   approaching   the   other   .   he   uncrossed   them   for   a   moment   ,   leveraging   a   hand   to   palm   garen’s   shoulder   .   〝   if   you’re   not   going   to   soak   ,   you   should   try   to   rest   .   i’d   imagine   holding   that   puzzled   look   any   longer   would   cause   quite   a   bit   of   pain   …   〞 

      he   parts   his   dark   streak   of   hair   against   his   back   before   returning   another   hand   to   rest   against   them   .   〝   getting   back   to   demacia   won’t   be   easy   &   as   expected   of   a   seasoned   commander   ,   i   won’t   doubt   in   your   abilities   .   i   appreciate   you   coming   to   seek   me   out   ,   but   i   cannot   return   .   getting   you   back   safe   ,   is   my   duty   as   the   protector   .   〞   he   takes   an   appropriate   step   closer   &   enclose   garen   in   an   embrace   . 

      〝   i’d   imagine   we   would   see   each   other   again   .   &   i’m   grateful   that   i   did   .   〞he   could   feel   the   plates   of   garen’s   back   shift   &   lose   guard   gradually   . 

[zombiegab6]

☾ Age: 23✨

☾ I draw. I write

☾ He/They/Ey pronouns 🫂 Trans Gay Guy 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️✨

☾ I do imagines/prompts ONLY with he or they pronouns. Mostly about League 🌹

☾ My League ships: JhinPyke, JhinThresh, JhinZed...

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gay!Jhin

topSett&bottomPhel

sometimes NSFW (❗)

☾ DNI: pro-ship, etc.

☾ I don't write 4kalynn, JhinNam1, YoneLilli4, ZedShen, Nami, Sona, Garen, non-gay Jhin...

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[octahedral-chaos]

Valorant loved a good fight. She loved how the rush of adrenaline made her feel more alive than anything ever since the end of Runeterra and even coming back to the past. How grounded she felt in the pain and ache of a good spar. How she felt so, so real. 

And most of all, she loved how violent she can get away with in battle. 

She was born of blood. Blood that was spilled for war.

 There will always be a calling back to battle in her heart, no matter how content and peaceful she is.

But just as she was violent, people never really came to her for any purposes other than official or professional reasons.

So imagine her surprise when Garen Crownguard of all people approached during her time with a practice dummy.

The poor life sized doll was already missing multiple limbs from the sheer strength of Valorant’s blows. The left arm was torn off, both legs were broken, and the other arm was barely hanging on to the main body. The cloth and wooden body was in tatters, a very concerning hole was in the part where Valorant ripped it out with a brutality only seen in the thickest of battles. A very dented and caved in mageseeker mask was tied on to the head, the mage’s fist still in the crater it made.

“Lady Val.” He greeted her, though his voice was even, she can tell how much of his self control is being tested right now. She sensed the conflict under all the layers of metal and walls he built himself over the years.

Valorant slowly turned her head to the Captain of the Dauntless Vanguard. The glass beads that made up her ‘hair’ clinked softly. Under her dual masks, there was a type of feral madness in her nonexistent eyes of her paper and glass body. The glass hand unfurled from a fist and into a claw, digging into the wooden head, and tearing it off with a sickening crack of wood followed by a shower of splinters.

Underneath all of that armor, she saw him flinch. She also saw everyone that decided to watch flinch as well.

“Sir Crownguard.” She replied indifferently, tossing the head to his feet. Rolling pitifully before it stopped at his toes. The glass hand crushing the mask into useless scraps of silver and gold. “What message do you bring?” She asked, tilting her head. Is this about last night? How she managed to smuggle in a claymore into her own debutante ball? Or is it how she absolutely demolished the wall with her first break in? She fixed it!

“There is no message.”

What?

“I came to…” He seemed reluctant to be here. “Take the Crown Prince’s place as your sparring partner today, as he is busy with matters of the state today.” He finished. 

She sees Luxana in her peripherals. Hard not to. With all her light shining.

Ah. So Father is busy today? Well… let’s see how much she can get away with.

“Alright,” She chirped cheerfully, he recoiled, clearly not expecting her to sound so happy at this prospect. Then her voice gained an edge as she said: “I would like to challenge you in a phantom duel!”

Garen’s eyebrows furrowed. “Excuse me?” What in Runeterra did she mean?

Valorant kicked the dummy out of bounds, walking to the racks filled with the training swords. Taking a sword and a shield with her.

She started to etch runes into the sword, “A phantom duel is a duel where you aim to fatally harm or kill your opponent.”

Before anyone could protest, she continued. Finishing the runes of the first sword, the wood shifting into a thinner and lighter sword that looked more like an enlarged knife. No crossguard attached to it, only the handle connecting to the short end of a diamond shaped blade that was elongated on the other tip. “But the weapons are enchanted to leave no physical harm, only a lesser and phantom pain of the blows made.”

She moved on to her shield, “ Upon the fatal or killing blow, the weapon will shatter.”

She picked both of her chosen equipment up. She turned to Garen again. His hand is on his own sword. Unsurprising.

“Since you obviously don’t trust me in any capacity, I’ll allow you to use your own sword.” Turning her shield over to make sure the correct enchantments are on it. 

Valorant leisurely walked over to her side of the first field, twirling her sword as she turned back. “A bit of warning,” she added, “I will change between weapons and fighting styles, so if you wish to, you can cheat.” 

The Captain looked appalled at her, even suggesting he take an advantage in battle.

“This is a fight to kill, no rules of formal combat apply if you want to stay alive.” She reminds him. “So, if you want to avoid being clobbered, I suggest you take what you can.”

He looked reluctant to follow her into the field, but he did anyway. 

Valorant rolled her shoulders in preparation, twirling her sword on more as Garen drew his own sword from his back.

She teleported to him the moment his sword was in both of his hands. If this were a real battle, she would have teleported earlier.

The clang of wood on metal rang out as he managed to block her first attack. Valorant grinned, knowing the cards she hid up her sleeves.

Garen pushed her back, charging towards her with a strike of his own; she responded with her shield raised to block it, prepping a lighting strike that would have run true if he didn’t parry it with his sword. Taking the opening, she started to push him back with slash after slash. He had no choice but to keep his guard up. She took a gamble and charged up her heavy attack, sweeping her sword in two wide arcs upwards. It collided with his sword, but the blow forced it away, letting her second attack strike true. The pure force of it sent him upwards. She teleported up and continued to take the opening with three successive slashes before she shoved her sword into the grain of the shield, the wood shifting to make a battle ax. In a single devastating arc, she slammed it down on him. Sending the both of them back down. A crater had formed from where she slammed him down. In two more spins, her ax fell with two more blows of blunt force on the Captain. Knowing full well of the phantom pain he is feeling. She jumped away, waiting for him to recover. It took a moment, but soon he was stumbling back on to his feet.

“Your turn~” She trilled in a sing-song voice. A madness coating it.

He spat out a wad of blood, wiping away the residue before charging back at her.

She parried every blow he threw at her. She even stood against his spinning attack! Worlds, she was a bit rusty. She hasn’t executed any perfect parries in a while. But her shield held. And it started to glow. Good, her Guard Impact is charged enough, and she has two techniques stacked. She just needs to switch. 

Wood and metal clanged against each other once more, Val pushing Garen away by surrounding herself with an ice field. As the ground around her feet glowed slightly with frost blooming at each step, she proceeded to shift. Dark glass was revealed as her paper husk folded itself back, vanishing along with her wooden equipment as she ran towards the Crownguard once more. Now a black body of glass instead of pristine white paper.

This time, her dark claws and kicks struck steel. She followed up her attack with a barrage of seals made to sap away at strength. Then her glass whip, each painful strike added to the sapping effect. Soon after Garen struck back, this time, she didn’t even bother to whip out her shield. Opting to block every attack with her bare glass hands. Though, the cracks in her body would fracture even more with each clang. 

Soon her hands were glowing, one orange and bright, the other dim and blue. 

Almost. Just wait a little longer.

Just until…

She sees the magic gathering. She sees it growing.

Finally. 

Drawing her hand of blue back as she watched Garen raise his sword to the sky, calling down Justice.

She scoffed as she watched the magic fall above her in the form of a fiery sword made out of a piece of Kayle’s magic. 

How pathetic.

Time seemed to slow for her as she waited.

And waited.

There.

It started slow. Like how it always does. She just pushes the magic away, just a little. Then she lets her momentum from her body pass to the sword, letting it turn away from its course to the earth as she spun it around. Again and again.

Until the magic turned blue and healed her willingly, flooding her with so much magic. But she needs more. More and more. It’s never enough. Not like her Runes. She sighed as time seemed to catch up to what she had done. And changed up her counter strike.

As soon as her mind decided to break free of the timelessness, she immediately ricochet the blast of blue and black magic back at Garen…

Only to be blocked by Jarvan. Shattering the shield he picked up.

“Enough Val!”

She yelled at him with a hard edge to her voice, “This is between me and him! Stay out of it!” 

Lunging at Garen again, ignoring the cries for her to stop, Valorant shoved her sword into the grain of her shield again, swinging her axe down on him. Both Captain and Prince dived out of the way.

“Duel’s not done yet.” 

“I’m not done yet.”

OH MY STARS?!

I love this so much! Also noticed Val's fighting style seems pretty similar to the Duo! Love seeing the nod to them.

Also Val's absolutely brutal and I love her for that-

[shieldkeeper]

Writing Prompt: A Fish Out of Water Word Count: 867

Far beneath the waves did two souls swim within in depths. Unaffected by the pressure no matter how down below they traveled, nor ever in need of fresh air. Blessed by the Kojin as they were, nothing stopped them from venturing the waters as much as they pleased.

There did they explore their surroundings, played around with the wayward sea life of all kinds, laughing and having a good old time! This was but a brief respite as the rest of the crew waited just above the surface. Anchored somewhere nearby no doubt. They were on a rather long days worths of travel before they would reached their destination. And occasionally, the two sea dwellers as they were, checked out their surroundings on the occasion.

Just to make sure of course! But mostly to have a little fun here and there for sport.

Typically, nothing of import would happen. They might find a shiny doo-dad or another, a particular species they had yet seen, some rocks and sand bars they might need to be wary of when passing through—if they were lucky, they would come across underwater caverns which made for all sorts of wonder! But this was no such day mind you.

As they were finishing up business beneath the waves and were right ready to rejoin the rest of the crew, Garen spotted something strange off in the distance. A little aways, a giant school of fish all bunching in on one another and panic swimming in one particular direction. Kojin was floating nearby, having only taken notice when Garen pointed it out.

“Wonder what’s going on over there…” Garen murmured as bubbles floated round.

Kojin merely blinked and shrugged. “Is it worth finding out…? More likely than not, it’s probably a big ol’ predator hunting them—and we probably don’t want to get caught up in that.”

“Still… their movement is just so strange. A quick peek and I’ll swim away if I sense danger.”

Without wait, Garen swam straight in that direction. And… well! Not one to leave a friend hanging, Kojin couldn’t simply let Garen go alone now could he? Besides, what would he tell the others if something did happen?

So onward the two swam, cautious as they approached the ever-speeding pools upon pools of mindless fish. Most of them muttering the same nonsense amongst another in garbled voices, all tinged with fear. The one word that rung out the most being “Hurry! Hurry!”

The pair shared a glance of concern.

“Mayhaps it better we hurry back after all—”

It was then that Garen realized that something hulking and loud was nearby. A massive boat roaring closer in fact! Hidden by the murky waters and the loud chatterings of the speeding fish, he hadn’t realized the boat had been keeping up right behind them—and with it, a net.

“Oh no no no no nO—”

In a flash, Garen was swept up in the current with the rest of the school. Too slow to move out the way, the net had captured him within its grasps and with it a large score of fish indeed. In one fell swoop, lifted out of the waters in one hulking mass and into the bright air above.

A fish out of water.

Vision blurred and limbs hanging out feebly between the netting, Garen soon found himself staring face to face with a number of fishermen and sailors. All out here simply doing their jobs of course. But also absolutely gawking at their catch. And the fact that this lalafellin creature was alive!

“Mermaid?” They echoed to one another in confusion. “Sea god? No mortal simply lives in the waters…”

When Garen looked below him, he saw Kojin barely poking his head above the water and giving a rather worried look. He mouthed the words ‘Need help?’ All eyes were too transfixed on Garen, so they took no notice of his friend.

With a meek nod (If one could call it as much! His face was currently plastered against the netting), he shifted his arm around his waist and wiggled out a dagger. One he kept on him on the off chance they did cross some wayward sea predator, though he hardly he imagined he’d need it for a situation like this!

The men on the boat caught side of the dagger and eyes grew wide as they shuffled hurriedly to try and drop the net on the boat. But it took Garen but a simple few flicks of the wrist before a couple ropes were cut and he dropped back into the water! Though with that little movement, a lot of fish was also tumbling right on back in.

Too bad. A shame it had to happen. The sailors had at least managed to save a little over half of the captured net that hadn’t fallen right back into the water with some quick thinking, but Garen and Kojin had already slipped away with the rest. Garen groaning all the while for what he would face once they returned.

A hefty shower from the fish smell was in order. And maybe a massage after being half crushed in a tin pack with the rest of ‘em!

[blade-liger-4ever]

League of Legends Incorrect Quotes

I haven't played the game, but I like the characters, so I hope y'all enjoy this!

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Darius: Why isn't the statue smirking at me?

Annie: It isn't smirking at anyone, they're all just imagining it.

Darius: Three of us saw it, Annie. How do you explain that?

Annie: points at Jarvan IV Sleep deprivation. points at Rell Paranoia. points at Draven Delusional personality disorder.

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Darius: You kidnapped Annie? That's illegal!

Rell: But Darius, what's more illegal? Briefly inconveniencing Annie, or destroying our dreams?

Darius: Kidnapping Annie, Rell!

Jarvan IV: Darius, listen, whatever I may think of you right now - these guys are counting on you to inspire them!

Darius: What, to kidnap people?!

Jarvan IV: To work together!

Darius: TO KIDNAP PEOPLE?!

Draven: Darius, we all agreed a celebrity is not a people.

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Darius: What's something you guys are better than Annie at?

Rell: Mario Kart.

Draven: Yeah, video games.

Jarvan IV: Emotional vulnerability.

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Darius: We've been conducting an ongoing study to see what Rell will and will not eat.

Annie: Grass? Yes!

Darius: Moss? Yes.

Annie: Leaves? Oh yes!

Darius: Shoelaces? Strange, but true.

Annie: Worms? Sometimes!

Darius: Rocks? Usually no.

Annie: Twigs? Usually!

Darius: Draven's cooking? Inconclusive.

Jarvan IV: How did you...test this?

Darius: You just hand her stuff and say "eat this", and if she eats it, she eats it.

Jarvan IV: ...I don't how to feel about this.

Draven: IS THAT WHERE ALL MY SPARE SHOELACES WENT?!

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Darius: Are we really going to let Annie keep Rell?

Jarvan IV: We kept Draven.

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Darius: Nothing in life is free.

Annie: Love is free!

Rell: Adventure is free.

Jarvan IV: Knowledge is free.

Draven: Everything is free if you take it without paying.

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Garen: We need a distraction.

Quinn: Is anyone here good at jumping up and down and making weird noises?

Taric, whispering: My time has come.

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Garen: Fitness tip: never stop pushing yourself. Some say 8 hours of sleep is enough. Why not keep going? Why not 9? Why not 10? Strive for greatness.

Quinn: Next time you're working out, do 15 push-ups instead of 10. Run 3 miles instead of 2. Eat a whole cake instead of just a slice. Burn your ex's house down. You can do it. I believe in you.

Taric: There were so many mixed messages in that, I can't -

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Garen: Taric, can I talk to you for a second?

Taric: Yeah, what's up? Lemme guess. You and Quinn are having problems, and you want me to teach you how to kiss?

Garen: What? No, stop that. I know how to kiss. I've read books.

(To the Katarina x Garen fans out there, I'm sorry, but I ship Garen x Quinn. Just my personal preference.)

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The group is getting into the car

Garen: I'm driving.

Quinn, out of sight: Shotgun!

Taric, turning to face Quinn: Aww, but you had it on the way here -

Everyone except Quinn: WOAH -

Quinn, holding a shotgun: No, I found a shotgun! And I want the front seat. pumps gun

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Garen: Quinn and I were crossing the street, and this dude drove by and honked at us.

Taric, sighing: What did Quinn do?

Garen: She chased him to the next red light, then reached into his window and -

Quinn: Who wants a steering wheel?

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And that's all for now. I'm planning on a separate one for Vi and Jayce, who are an OTP of mine. A small ship, I know, but there are plenty of other blogs that have a Leaguer's preferred significant other for Vi, so if you're not interested in my future Incorrect Quotes, feel free to pass me over for others, okay?

Bye everyone, and take care!