#Mel Briar

[fallstaticexit]

Siblings are siblings no matter what age they are.

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Mateo: (using sign language) Eat?

Lyric: I know baby, it’s almost done. Good job using sign to let me know, Mateo!

Lyric: *snorts* Uncle Light Skin finally returning my call.

Mel: Don’t yell. I know I’ve been slacking with reaching out.

Lyric: Now I know where your kids get it from. Am I the only one in this family who knows how a phone works?

Mel: It’s just, I’ve been b-

Lyric: And you better not give me the ‘I’ve been busy’ excuse; we’re all busy, Mr. Showtime. Just call your sister. That’s all.

Lyric: So, what’s going on? Looks like you made it back to Sulani. How’s that going? How’s Loren and Maeve?

Mel: *sighs* Long story. We’re leaving a little earlier than planned. Going to see Adie, Ri, and dad.

Lyric: Did something happen?

Mel: I’ll tell you about it later...

Lyric: Are you sure, Mel?

Mel: I’m sure, sis.

Lyric: You know how I used to have visions when we were kids? Mom said they were just hyperactive dreams, but I saw things, and you and Sonny always believed me.

Mel: Yeah, I remember.

Lyric: I was with our grandmothers this time. All of them. They want us all to be together, Mel. I don’t think we’re supposed to be spread out all over the world and apart for so long.

Mel: I think in a perfect world, we could make that happen.

Lyric: Then why don’t we? Hell, Olive lives in the same city as me and I see her maybe every few months?

Mel: Hold on, Sonny’s calling.

Sonny: Mel- *static* can you hear me? *barking* *snarling*

Mel: Bro, what the hell? Are you doing wolf stuff? Just call me back!

Sonny: What? *howling* *more static*

Mel: *laughs* Henford’s service is so ass, Sonny. How did you survive 20 plus years out there?

Sonny: See, that’s the difference between me and you, City Boy. All I need is wide, open country. That’s the secret to not having patchy facial hair, by the way.

Mel: Yeah, alright. Tell your mama that.

Sonny: Come on man...don’t talk about moms...

Mel: Hold on, I’m gonna add Lyr to the call.

Mel: Look who’s here.

Sonny: Sup, big sis!

Lyric: Woooow, hey stranger! Why do you look so mangy?

Sonny: Sun’s settin’. That’s when me and the pack get to work. Caught a bloodsucker on our property, so I got the boys tearin’ it to shreds now.

Lyric: ...ew.

Lyric: Weeeell, since we’re all here, now I can finally ask—which one of yall narrow asses be telling mom my business?

Sonny: I mean...I might of mentioned things. Mama calls everyday- she get’s lonely...

Mel: Sonny!

Lyric: I knew it!

Mel: Come on, man. That’s like sibling code 101!

Sonny: Well, shit! Maybe it’s the wolf in me that gave me this undying loyalty to my own mama...

Lyric: No, it’s the brat in you, mama’s boy.

Mel: *laughs* Lyr, remember when Sonny was like 6 and he would snitch on everything we did unless it included him?

Lyric: Mhm. And he use to cry when we wouldn’t. He still does.

Sonny: Come on, yall…

[egophiliac]

Hi it's just to let you know that the official romanization of Revaan's name is Raverne ! Also they have romanized Baul's name to Baur !

Twst coming back at us again with the least expected romanization! thank you everybody (oh god my inbox) (no it's great, I literally asked for this and the reactions have been INCREDIBLE, thank you all!)

I do like Raverne though, I think it's got a nice fancy sound to it! (I had kinda suspected it was going to be an R instead of an L, so the fact that it's SO close to Laverne except for that is hilarious to me personally.) and Dragoneye Duke is honestly probably the best translation for his title, I wasn't envying the localizers that one. :') Baur instead of Baul I was NOT expecting, but in retrospect I think his name's supposed to be a reference to the Bauru crocodile, so that actually makes way more sense!

someone else also said Meleanor has become Maleanor, which is the REALLY weird one to me, because I was so surprised it was written as Mel instead of Mal in the first place?! oh god no I can't decide which one I like better. 😭 (I wonder if they might change it to Mal...they have made romanization changes before) (like I remember House of Distraction being corrected to House of Destruction in Playful Land) (I did check and she's still Mel for now, but I dunno, they might Mal her up and some point and save me from having to make a decision about which one to use) (HECK I CAN'T DECIDE)

uhhhh thank you for letting me ramble about anime names, let's just say MONOGRAMMED SWEATERS FOR EVERYONE

[pyrearchitect]

moldy fruit themed rotting prophet moodboard!

requests are open!

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[abunchofnumbers05]

LoL Incorret Quotes #11

Ambessa: This gross vampire girl is my new friend. Briar: I'm learning many things, like l'm a pet and I'm ugly. Mel: You're not ugly. Mom. Ambessa: What are you talking about? Look at her.

[multi-muse-transect]

Don't mind me, just imagining Mel and Vi trying to cure Hex Caitlyn aka lesbian Dr Doom and we get Mel inside Cait's head trying to purge the Black Rose influence inside her and the hex core infused inside. As in her mind is surrounded by the twisted faces of her mother and father cause they were caught in the blast with Caitlyn underneath it. Then we get a montage similar to how Viktor is trying to cure Warwick but its now Caitlyn slowly being cured being taught by Mel on how to use her powers....

Then LeBlanc decides to go "Haha! No." And makes everything go to shit real fast and now Caitlyn is pure Dr Doom and she goes berserk and kills everyone including LeBlanc, Briar and Vlad then turns at you saying she's gonna save you for last before turning to the rest of RuneTerra.

Caitlyn Kiramman Kills The League Of Legends Universe

(Don't imagine Caitlyn in her house now full of brainwashed legends or dead bodies of legends saying "the end is near")

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IT'S SUMMER BREAK BITCHES

I've got a few projects I want to work on over the summer before grad school takes me again, but first I have to post some of arts I managed to do between assignments. Starting with this loose sketch I did of my favorite gays :3

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devotion not as worship. but as recognition. as "i want to stand with you, and beside you." as learning. as understanding. as "i want to know you." as "i am making the choice to get to know you." as persistence. as care. as "you are knowable." as "you are lovable." devotion not as idolatry. but devotion as mortality. as a reflection. "you and i, together. equals. partners." devotion as accompaniment. devotion as humanity.

[restrainedhungr]

so im gonna lay it out. my cracked up theory to keep briar involved because i swear to fuck im going to be so fucking sad if she's not even hinted at or mentioned at all

LeBlanc stole info from Ambessa, we don't know what or how much she knows

This is by far the most important imo because it can tell LeBlanc a few things. For one I think that like, brair being similar to warwick in that she's unstopable animalistic killing machine is definitely there, but also on the flip side she's also similar to Vander, someone who LeBlanc would have information from via Ambessa (possibly)

If you think for a second, LeBlanc has possibly all the memories or information that Ambessa had, so she knows all about Vander and about the experiments with WarWick, this also means she understands what Vander's greatest strength is; love. Emotion. The beast is powerful and near indestructable but hard to control, but the way to "control" it is to connect to it's humanity

LeBlanc, has Briar. A creature she helped create that turned tobe a mindless killing machine that was nearly impossible to train or teach; but it's not indicated that bonding was part of this. LeBlanc now knows the way to control or harness the physical power of Briar, is to connect to her emotional side like how Powder and Vi did with Vander, and how due to that it caused Ambessa to lose whats his name.

LeBlanc has the information that if she can connect to the person that exists inside the hunger, Brair herself, she can control the immense power that Briar possesses via emotional manipulation and ect. She has the keys now to it

2. They have to be bolder.

LeBlanc states they need to stop playing "safe".

Well im sorry idfk what else is less safe and more bold, than basically releasing a 2nd warwick but one that ACTUALLY CANNOT BE KILLED, into the world.

This is anextremely bold move to release the blood golems not only because it allows LeBlanc to see how far Briar has changed in her time being locked up, but also to see if she's ready to connect to and still holds her power/strength or if the starvation, time away, and not- training has weakened her.

Both of these things can be accomplished by setting a helpless little worker clone who happens to get too close to her precious daughter, and is the perfect little snack for her to eat--- all the while, Briar's Frenzy can see the signs LeBlanc is setting--

3. WHAT IF THE WRITING ISN'T BRIAR'S HUNGER. BUT IT'S LEBLANC TRYING TO HELP CORRAL HER/LEAD HER OR REACH OUT THE SAME WAY MEL IS DOING AT THE GATES-

So at one point I thought that these symbols, writings whatever were the Hunger talking to Briar, but i think it might be something more akin to what Mel and what we see LeBlanc actually do- And I think some of these could have been set up by LeBlanc herself

We see Mel at the gate, which very clearly has a black rose mark on it, be given a vision and more of these patterns that turn into words and noxian script

and we see that

LeBlanc is also writing this same stuff--

Waving her hand the ink manifests into words, images, visions, stories-- there are traces of LeBlanc left by her in these places that Mel is reading and getting visions from by connecting to LeBlanc's magic or the remnants of it, or I assume as such since she gets a reaction by reaching out with her own magic to the symbols carved into it-

so........

What if those words, those patterns in the walls were left for Briar, who like Mel can see the patterns in the wall that others can't.

The Prison was Briar's whatever the fuck it's called that Mel was put in when she was "tested", only because of the Pillory, Briar can't access her magic the same way Mel can, she needs the help to activate her frenzy, thet blood, before she can escape and follow the messages and signs around her that LeBlanc put in place-

That's why the next move is "bold".

Because it's LeBlanc using Briar, seeing the ways she can be taught and controlled and how extremely vital and powerful she can be, if she can learn to control herself and the magic.

and who knows, maybe LeBlanc wants Mel to follow as well, because maybe Mel can help curb that hunger in Briar and the "empathy" allows Mel to also harness Briar's hunger without losing control entirely to it, or could allow briar to use it without worry.

[yaksha-lover]

Thus Always to Tyrants

Summary: Lilia has always been an enigma to you; slipping through your fingers at every attempt to get close - follows fae!reader’s relationship with lilia from childhood to the war to present day in briar valley

Lilia Vanrouge x Fae!Reader, small background Meleanor x reader hehe

wc: 3.8k

cw: i’m too into medieval fantasy so i created unnecessary lore (clown noises), also i haven’t read book 7 so prob butchered canon, (but spoilers), angst, grief, unrequited (?) love, pining, mild description of war events/tragedy

Even then, he hadn’t seen you. Before the wars and before the bloodshed, when there’d only been long grass to tickle your ankles and azure skies allowing you to guess at clouds, Lilia had never seen you.

There’d always been something, someone, to distract him.

At least, that’s what you tell yourself. It’s easier this way, to imagine that there’s something other than disinterest and disgust keeping you apart.

The forests of Briar Valley are filled with pine trees, their scent so potent you wished you could bottle the air and take it home.

That was where you and Meleanor had met Lilia. You’d grown up in the royal castle, the two of you spending afternoons giggling about the latest court gossip and eating all the sweets you could before the queen could scold her daughter.

That day is one of your fondest memories, and not entirely because of him. The trunk of the giant oak tree was hard against your back, but you hadn’t been able to think about anything but the feel of your princess’ head in your lap. She’d simply closed her eyes and demanded you read to her, dark hair spilling around your legs.

“As you wish, Mel,” you’d agreed, gathering up one of her favourite books.

She’d only popped an eye open to tease you. “Mel, is it? Not princess? Perhaps I should have you punished for such transgressions~” She giggled.

“If I am to be placed in the dungeon, then who will feed you ice cream and read to you, dear princess?” you countered, ruffling her hair.

“Hmm, I suppose your insubordination will have to forgiven…but only if you allow me to remain on your lap for an adequate amount of time. Any sooner, and I’ll have to punish you myself~”

She was temperamental yet whimsical, delighting you as much as she terrified you. Mostly, Meleanor was your best friend. Your only friend, truly. There weren’t many children your age around the castle; you were only there because your father sat on the high council as the master of coin.

After you’d been reading aloud to her for some time, a sudden rustle in the trees caught the both of you off guard. The princess had jumped up quickly, all the combat lessons she’d taken with the head of the Queen’s guard finally paying off.

Out from the vegetation, a short, dark-haired fae who looked to be around your age emerged. He was fitted in what could only be described as rags; torn and stained all over. Despite his disheveled look, you thought he had a certain charm about him.

Meleanor, who’d grown taller than you ages ago, towered over him. It was almost a pitiful sight.

The princess had narrowed her eyes and asked: “Where have you come from?”

“Nowhere,” he’d answered simply, looking down at his feet. “I’m no one.”

That was the meekest you’d ever seen him, no indication of his true vibrant personality.

From that day in the forest, Lilia had been with you. Meleanor had begged the queen to let him stay in the castle, to grow up with you and her as another companion. The princess’ tears worked especially well on her mother, so of course she’d gotten her way.

As she grew up, the princess only became more and more beautiful. You weren’t the only one who noticed, either. The three of you were still young at the time, but Lilia seemed fond and more than fond of Meleanor. The princess returned his affections, but perhaps not with the same intent; she almost smote him when he’d jokingly proposed to her with a ring of grass. It made you angry, for a while. She was your friend first, and now Lilia had come to hog all her time and attention.

It was hard to see your only friend pulled in a new direction, especially one that seemed so far away from you. That was back when you were small; things settled quickly after that, with the three of you falling easily into friendship. There would still be times, occasionally, when you were envious of the friendship shared by Meleanor and Lilia, but it was on both ends. You simply wished to be included, not to have the princess or Lilia all to yourself. That was never a possibility, after all.

As you grew, it wasn’t long before Meleanor fell in love with Levan. You’d been…annoyed, at first, at how fast your friend had seemed to leave you behind yet again.

“You promised to take me flying today, dear princess,” you’d said, trying and failing to keep the gloom out of your voice. “Don’t you remember?”

Meleanor looked up from brushing her hair, making eye contact with you through the mirror. “Forgive me, I cannot turn away Levan…my heart will not let me.”

“But it will let you turn me away?”

She turned now, facing you directly, some of her signature anger evident in her expression. Her violent temper only seemed her grow with her adolescence. “Stop this foolishness! You are my friend, but Levan is my beloved. If you find issue with that, you will leave my castle at once.”

As though you couldn’t feel more humiliated, she’d moved, stopping in front of you and tilting your chin to meet her gaze. “Do you understand?”

“Yes,” you’d whispered, wondering when things had changed.

And then she’d pulled you into her arms, and suddenly she’d felt all too familiar again, hugging you and telling you she loved you, asking you to always stay by her side. As her dearest friend.

Being cold to Levan only pushed you further from Meleanor, so you were forced to accept his presence. Once the initial hostility dissipated, you found that Levan was quite pleasant.

If Meleanor was always destined to be with another, then you were happy it was someone as great as Levan, at the very least. With your princess’ time now being taken up by her lover, you and Lilia spent much more time alone together than before.

The first time you had the courage to broach the subject of marriages and pairings had done nothing but splash the cold water of Lilia’s indirect rejection on to you. With how cold and empty you felt, it was as though the shivers went bone deep.

Your father had insisted on looking for a match for you. A political marriage to improve your family’s standing, surely. You had protested and held it off as long as you could, but now his asks were becoming unavoidable.

You’d thought - hoped - that Lilia might be interested. He wouldn’t be your father’s number one choice, but he would still accept it; Lilia may not have been of noble birth, but his status as a respected general amongst the court bought him points. Marrying him would certainly be better than any stuffy old fae you’d be forced to settle down with.

It wasn’t just avoiding others, either. You wanted Lilia, as loathe as you were to admit. He was your friend, a close companion, and perhaps you’d even desired more.

It was difficult to voice to yourself that your affections went beyond platonic when you were not so delusional as to imagine that he felt the same in any way.

No, you felt like an afterthought to Lilia. As though you were merely Meleanor’s friend, and not his own. He wasn’t so kind to you as he was the princess, and the affection he held for her, although now platonic, went beyond anything you could imagine receiving from him. Even Levan seemed to bond with him easier than you had after knowing him for years. It was like he tolerated you more than anything; when Meleanor was off with Levan, you were the only option left.

It shouldn’t have hurt so much when he said he didn’t wish to marry. The ‘you’ part seemed unspoken, even though he claimed reasons of freedom and lifestyle instead of saying anything about you.

Regardless, he’d made the decision for you. Your father would ship you away from the castle, to be married to a stranger, leaving behind your beloved…friends.

At least he would have, had the war not begun so suddenly.

-

If you believed Lilia had hardened his heart to you before, then becoming a war general had hardened his heart to the world. Although it was the last thing on anyone’s minds, had you tried to bridge the gap between the two of you, not only would you have failed, but you might’ve gained a nice scar along with it.

To the untrained eye, Lilia seemed to thrive on the battlefield; swift with strength that went unmatched by any. But you knew better. There was a sense in which Lilia lost himself in action, where he seemed so distant from the boy you’d grown up with; perhaps it was his own way of coping with the horrors he’d been forced to experience, fae he fought alongside being slaughtered. In the end, it hadn’t mattered who they were before the battlefield; nobles and common folk alike fought and fell.

It was torturous to wait out the war in the castle. Every letter that came made your heart race, fear taking ahold as you read through the list of your fallen companions. It almost seemed inevitable that one day Lilia or Levan might appear on the list and send you into despair. Your only saving grace was Meleanor, the two of you keeping quiet company during this time, both not allowed to join the conflict and feeling useless for it.

You begged your father to let you join Lilia; you weren’t the most skilled fighter, but your healing magic excelled beyond any other, and you could hold your own for the most part. He’d denied you until so many had been lost that the queen asked for your service. None of you had known just how close tragedy was, how your departure for Lilia’s camp would mean leaving behind your beloved princess to die.

-

“Go back,” Lilia had growled at you. It was the very first thing he’d said since you’d come to his camp.

“I’m here to help, instead of rotting away in the castle while my people suffer!” You’d followed after him as he strutted between tents, giving orders to the other soldiers.

He’d shook his head, glaring at you. “You’re a spoiled little noble, you know nothing of the battlefield. Go back home. It’s not safe here.”

“I know I’m sheltered, but I’d like to try and help where I can! I don’t care what happens to me.”

Lilia stopped in his tracks, not facing you as he spoke.

“You don’t care? You’re selfish, you know that? What would Meleanor do without you? What would I-” He shook his head. “I don’t have time for this. Go back. Don’t make me make you.”

“Perhaps I am selfish, but what about me, Lilia? Shouldn’t it matter that I can’t possibly imagine a life where we’re not together, fighting side by side?” Your voice goes quiet. “I had a dream, an awful dream. One where you were dead…I’m afraid. I don’t want that dream to become real.”

You’d thought, for a moment, that his hardened gaze had wavered, but the next second, he’d ordered one of his subordinates to take you back to the castle. Perhaps the softness you believed you saw within him was only a trick of the light.

-

You’d been a fool. A fool in grief and despair, but a fool nonetheless.

Meleanor’s death had pulled you away from yourself, made you into some automaton which possessed none of your good qualities, for which you had to wonder if there were any to begin with. She’d been your friend, your only family. You should’ve been with her; you should’ve died with her. You should’ve done anything you could, and you’d failed.

It was only by a day that you’d left the castle and missed the fight that occurred.

Meleanor fought bravely, a knight had told you. And Meleanor died.

You waited for Lilia to come back. To come home to you. Your heart sang, a brief reprieve from all the aching when you found out he was alive; he was all you had left.

He never came, at least not to see you.

You fled the castle. There’d been no goodbyes to your father and no concern for Meleanor’s child.

If she’d been around, she surely would have killed you for your selfishness, but your head swam with grief and so you left everything behind.

-

It had been…surprising, to hear from Malleus. You’d heard amidst your travels that your father still sat on the small council, so perhaps he’d heard of you from him, considering they were together in Briar Valley. Who else would have known about you and your relationship with his mother?

There was General Vanrouge, but he…why would he even mention you at this point?

You’d taken to calling him that in your mind, if only to distance yourself a little more from your past. You heard he’d returned to Briar Valley years after you’d departed, but other than acting as a guardian for the prince and a curious human boy, you had no idea what he was up to.

It was a wonder the world was as big as it was, meaning you’d never run into the general during your travels.

And here, on the desk of your hostel, sat a letter from the crown prince. Your Meleanor’s son. The one you’d left behind.

With the distance of time, a new feeling stirs in your chest. One of unease and shame, yet another failure to the Draconia’s. You hoped the boy was doing well. Would it even be possible to accept if he wasn’t?

Well, he was asking, along with Meleanor’s mother, that you pay them a visit once again. The Queen…you’d abandoned her too, in a way. You dared not hope that she thought of you as another one of her children, but in a way, you’d loved her as a mother.

Heat burned at your cheeks. With your focus on Meleanor, Lilia, and Levan, you’d forgotten there were more people you considered your family. More people that you’d left behind in Briar Valley.

After all this time, you owed them an explanation, no, an apology. You owed them your return home.

-

Malleus greets you at the gates.

You’re stunned, for a moment. Dark locks of long hair sprawled elegantly across his shoulders, two curved horns peaking out from his head. Piercing green eyes that look into your soul.

He’s the spitting imagine of your best friend.

You try to move forward, but a green-haired fae stops you in your tracks, moving between you and Malleus.

“Keep your distance! Have some respect for your Prince!”

Malleus is quick to shake his head. “Leave them be, Sebek. This is Lord Tyrell’s child. My mother’s childhood friend.”

Sebek is quick to step-aside, bowing before you in apology, allowing you to step forward and hug Malleus. He’s motionless for a moment, and you’re worried you’ve crossed his boundaries, before he slowly slides his arms around your back, returning the hug.

“The resemblance between you and your mother…it is truly incredible. Pardon me for getting emotional, but I wasn’t expecting you to look so grown up…last I saw, you were merely an egg.”

He looks at you, smiling gently. “It’s nice to meet a friend of my mother’s. I feel I hardly know anything about her. Even Lilia refuses to speak of her.”

Your heart stirs at the mention of your former friend’s name. “I hope I can provide some memories of her.” You look away from him. “I only wish I could’ve done so sooner…I apologize, Malleus. I should have been here for you, just as Lilia was. I should have taken care of you, not left you behind when you were only a child…”

He shakes his head once again. “You are here now. That is all that matters.”

“Thank you, I hardly deserve your kindness.”

He returns your smile. “It is what my mother would have wished for, is it not?”

-

He leads you through the halls of the castle, but you wouldn’t have needed his help to get around. Every wall in the castle is burned into your brain, engrained with a variety of memories.

The halls are vastly the same as you remember; the same silver trim, the velveteen carpets, and the Draconia sigil hung on banners.

Only one thing stands out as different to you: there’s one more portrait than before.

Normally the Draconia family portraits were done about every century, so it made sense that one had been added semi-recently. This one is just of Malleus and Maleficia, occupying a rather empty-looking frame. Even if you didn’t know about Meleanor and Levan, you would know something was missing from it.

Your train of thought is interrupted by the appearance of a Silver-haired boy. He pauses to stare at you for a moment before smiling.

“You must be MC. Father has told me so much about you.” He bows lightly.

“You’re Silver? Lilia’s boy?” You take his hands in yours. “It’s very nice to meet you.”

“And you as well. We’ve promised to help some of the younger knights with their training, so Sebek and I won’t be able to stay for dinner, but I hope you’ll stick around. It would be nice to hear about you from more than the stories my father shares.”

“I’ve been gone so long, I certainly intend to stay for a while. Maybe I’ll be able to tell you some stories of your father when he was younger.”

With a nod, Silver is off.

Malleus leads you into the dining room and you catch your first glimpse of Lilia Vanrouge in over a century.

-

He’s different and the same, all at once. He’s maintained his youthful looks, but his hair has radically changed; cropped and pink, where it once flowed in its red glory.

You turn to greet Maleficia first, bowing in front of her. “It is an honour to dine with you, your grace.”

“Stop that nonsense. Come to me, my dear. It’s been ages since I’ve seen you.”

The queen embraces you gently in her frail frame.

“I am truly sorry,” you whisper.

“It’s already forgotten,” she whispers back. “The past is the past, and we are here now. Please, take a seat, so we may dine together once again.”

Maleficia and Malleus sit at the head of the table on each side, so you take your place across from Lilia.

“It’s nice to see you again,” you offer.

“You as well,” Lilia replies, seemingly at a loss.

The dinner proceeds, Maleficia and Malleus asking questions about your travels. Lilia chimes in occasionally, but he’s uncharacteristically silent. Or perhaps characteristically? You hardly know him anymore, after all.

Once the final course comes and goes, Maleficia stands from the table. “Malleus, let us take our tea in the garden today. I believe these two have a lifetime of catching up to do.”

With that, the two of them are off.

-

“I missed you.” You don’t intend the words to come, but they spill out of your heart anyway.

“As did I.”

You fidget with the cutlery in front of you. “You’re still so formal with me after all this time. Have we truly become strangers?”

“You could never be a stranger to me. Not a day has gone by without you being in my thoughts.”

“And yet you never went looking for me. You returned to the castle only after I left, starting a family, raising Silver and Malleus…”

“They needed me. You know that.”

“You left me. You were all I had left after…I would have done anything, followed you anywhere. I would have helped you take care of Silver, Malleus. But you left without saying a thing.”

“I never knew…”

“Of course you did. Everyone did.”

“Nothing good would have come from us being together.”

“At least you’re finally being honest about your feelings. If you hated me as I feared, you should have sent me away the moment I came.”

“Hate? No, it was never like that. The distance between us…it seemed quite impossible to traverse.”

“Distance? We grew up in the same castle for hundreds of years…”

“That’s not what I was referring to.”

“Then to what?”

“You know how they all thought of me. The senate, your father, all believed I never deserved to be so close to you and Mel-” Lilia takes a moment to breathe. “To you and the princess.”

The mention of her name has you squeezing your eyes closed. Even after hundreds of years, it hurts to remember your beloved friend, her sweet memory tainted with the despair of her death. “Why does it matter what they thought?”

“They never would have allowed it. You know that.”

“No, that’s not true. My father said…”

“He lied. He was the first to send me away after her death.”

“He what? I- I was told you left, torn apart by grief.”

“I was in pain, but I always planned to return home…return to you. But the senate, they declared that there was no place at court for me anymore. That I failed- I failed at protecting Meleanor.”

A short silence rings between you. It’s perhaps the first time either of you have heard her name said aloud in centuries.

“I’m sorry,” you say. “I never knew.”

“I never wanted you to. I’d rather you hate me than your family.”

“I understand. But you were my family, too. Perhaps the only one who truly had my best interests in mind and not some political scheming or such. And now look at you: Silver, Sebek, Malleus. Against all odds, you’ve found yourself a new family.” While I’ve ended up alone, you don’t say.

“You know I’ve always said, families are better the bigger they are. Perhaps it’s far too late, but-”

“Later’s better than never.”

A moment of understanding passes between you two, perhaps for the first time.

“Your hair…you look quite different from when I last saw you.”

“Hmm, Red was going out of style, I suppose. Although I’m sure you wish I hadn’t changed it. You always did prefer red.”

You shake your head softly. “Perhaps in the past, but we’ve both changed, haven’t we? No, I was going to say that it becomes you.”

The silence that settles between you is filled by an exchange of gentle smiles and a skimming of one hand over the other, until the two finally link together.

[luxthestrange]

Fae Royal Guard X Family MASTERLIST

This is just a master list of The Vanrouge Family thru the stages of You arriving in the early stages of Lilia adopting Silver in briar valley...

Royal Guard Lilia:

Fluff

Call Me Daddy(AKA Silver's Origins)

Outing(Lilia's Internal Vow)

Whipped(Lilia's Cold Turkey)

Humans(Llia:I CANT JUST MOVE YOU TWAT-)

Twilight But Better(Kid! Malleus is here!)

Consequences(LOOK HERE COME THE CONSEQUENCE-)

I LOVE YOU!(Sebek's puppy love-)

Last straw(Lilia's Banned)

SNOW!(Family Trip!)

Dilf Lilia(Romance finally being confirmed-)

The Bet(Confessions)

Anniversary(First Year in twst~)

Daddy Bat(Four Needy Boys)

MxVanrouge(NO LILIA-)

Flirting(Baul hates you two-)

Simps(Tsundere fae dilfs)

Smutty

Me either(Kid free night~)

Not Infront of the babies(Baul is cockblocker)

Sister in law(Malenoa teasin')

WARRIOR(the only death he will accept-)

Turns(Mel heard things...)

No more ceiling-(Tbh...the house on several occasions had to be redone-)

Angst-

His Curse,His Fairytale His Sweetheart(Lilia the musician)

Present Time Lilia:

Fluff

He Loves you(He got yo flower-)

Movie Night(NOT THE POPCORN!?)

Someone STOP them(Solomon-Obey me)

Matchmaker(Silver's plotting)

BatxShrimp(SHUT UP LILS)

Valentine's(Baul's denial)

Plz Marry him-(We know they weird just give em a chance-)

The Day He Lost You(...BUT YOU CAME BACK!!!)

Heavy Metal Fam(DISRESPECT YOUR SURROUNDINGS!-)

Smutty

Yuu Likes Dilfs(Silver tells us-)

Purble(Slushies)

Lil' Freak(*Eyebrow wiggle*)

[egophiliac]

starting off with an amuse-bouche of some of my initial favorite bits! y'all, this update was WILD.

[soraka-in-warhammer40k]

Hi, so, I'm not a LoL fans (played Dota 2 instead) and while I watched Arcane, I wouldn't call myself a fan of it.

However, I need Leblanc's hair care routine because WHAT THE SHIT?? That's the smoothest and straightest bob I've seen in my entire life. I want it. I want her hair.

(Also her old design is like... objectively mid. Not bad, just mid. Not even because of her clothes, it's her fucking "blue hair and pronouns" hairstyle)

But, overall, her and Mel are lowkey making me interested in LoL. What I'm trying to say is, is there anything else you could tell me about Leblanc other than "she is scary" and "she is everywhere"? Some kind of fun out-of-context trivia perhaps? Really, anything, she caught my attention, lmao.

The "L" in LeBlanc means just that. She just LOVES gathering Ls and pretends it is all within parameters and her plans are totally not derailed by whatever setback she has produced once again. A year ago or so an artist (u/kimjdav) put it all into one thing:

LeBlanc and the Black Rose have, going from top to bottom in this image:

accidentially set off a chain of events that led to the ressurection of Azir and Shurima, the largest geopolitical rival to Noxus

created Briar (gone rogue)

tried to weaponize Annie (gone rogue)

tried to weaponize Rell (gone rogue WITH A VENGEANCE)

tried to have Swain killed (failed - he proceeded to take power in Noxus with the agenda of wiping out the Black Rose)

Gave an experimental super-weapon to a gifted young soldier (Riven) who then, guess what, WENT ROGUE

Mel (Not depicted, Relationship Status: complicated)

LeBlanc alone is responsible for 90% of all of the internal threats to Noxus that can be linked to powerful individuals.

She is one ancient (~1400 years) girl-failure who just stumbles from one rake she just stepped on to the next and who's only answer to this is to double down and raise the stakes by introducing yet another highly dangerous and volatile element to her plans because THIS TIME IT WILL DEFINETLY WORK!

She is so desperate and just everything goes wrong and she just keeps making it all even worse because that is just how much Mordekaiser potentially returning scares her.

[pupsmailbox]

Soda/orange/fanta/kidcore/drink/sweetvoice themed names?? Sorry if this is a weird suggestion, we've been looking for more names for me!! My current ones are in am attachment below :]]

Tommy︰ ali. alice. alvin. amy. ari. ava. benji. billy. bobby. chad. charlotte. dani. demi. ella. emma. emmie. emmy. ernie. ethan. frankie. henry. hollie.���isabella. jack. jaime. james. jamie. joey. justin. krystal. leo. liam. lily. louie. lucas. malik. mason. mikaela. molly. noah. oliver. ollie. perry. poppy. raleigh. reggie. rocky. ronnie. shawn. sonny. tahan. taimo. taj. tama. tamma. tammy. tana. tanya. tatum. tawny. teddi. teenie. teman. temi. terry. thameena. thanh. theo. theodore. theone. thian. thomas. tiimu. tim. timea. tina. tiyenna. toby. tom. tomai. tomo. tomoya. tomoyo. tonia. tony. tuan. tunu. tyme. william.

Bill︰ abel. abiel. able. aidan. amelia. arthur. bahula. bail. bailey. bala. bayle. baylee. beale. beau. beil. beile. bel. bela. belah. belay. bell. bella. belle. bello. ben. benjamin. bernon. bernot. bertek. beulah. beyla. bilal. billie. billy. blu. blue. bly. boyle. brinleigh. brinley. bull. cain. caleb. cleveland. dahlia. daisy. ed. elesio. ethan. frank. georgie. glasgow. greene. greg. guss. henry. hillel. jack. jericko. killiean. kylar. lacrosse. liam. luke. marys. matthaeus. miami. miller. mills. mozes. narcisse. stella. summer. suse. will. william. wyatt. zoe.

Ollie︰ albie. alfie. ali. alia. allie. amelia. ari. arlo. armani. augie. avi. briar. cali. charlie. charlotte. corentin. darby. dorcas. eli. elis. ella. ellie. emmett. evoni. finley. finn. freddie. harleigh. harris. henry. hollis. holly. ike. jack. joey. kali. karlie. kinsleigh. kinzley. leen. leo. leone. liam. lon. louie. malia. maraca. marlee. marleigh. marley. mcpherson. mel. milo. mollie. molly. myrtis. neera. neeva. nicolina. noah. nonya. ohela. ola. olai. olalla. ole. oleh. oliver. olivia. olya. oscar. owen. owl. oyewole. ozie. ozzie. pixie. raleigh. ruby. sahari. sunya. theo. theodore. tylda. violet. westyn. + more + more

[springcourthighlady]

Intro made by @positivelyruined

Welcome!

This is an independent roleplay (written & visual narration) blog of Briar, High Lady of the Spring Court, and Tamlin's mate (AU) from the ACOTAR series. | This character was created by Sarah J. Maas for A Court of Wings and Ruin, and I took her to the next level. The writing will be a mix of canon and non-canon compliant. All original writing here is penned by Mel. My main blog is @booksnwriting

I am a pro-Tamlin writer. I will not tolerate character bashing. As most pro-Tamlin fans are, I am anti-feysand.

My accepted romance ships include: Brilin

My accepted friendships include: Lucien & Elain, Bron, Hart, Eris, Nuan, and any possible canon or second gen AU character of the canon characters (except for Rhysand...Feyre will be a frenemy I keep at bay).

The Fae Code & Roleplay Guidelines | Please respect my boundaries

• Character abuse will lead to a swift block. As will anonymous threats, or bullying.

• I can write smut. However, I will only write it with someone 18+ with someone who can prove they are 18+. This is a firm boundary for legal reasons.

• Replies will range from very short to very long. Depends on the mood and the plot.

• I can rp in DMs if you are more comfortable that way, but the same rules apply.

• Please be patient. Being a good writer takes time.

• Please don’t repost my writing — it’s incredibly precious to me. Reblogs and likes are more than welcome!

• Be original in your own writing. Don’t plagiarize off myself or others.

• Don’t godmod. In roleplay, write only your chosen character’s perspective and dialogue. I will contribute all that Briar has to offer.

• Take your time.

• Ask questions if you need help.

• Send, but don’t spam.

If you have read and acknowledged this, please comment with a Spring Themed emoji below.

[aspiringwarriorlibrarian]

Hey we were right there was something special about Mel! No idea yet what that is or why the black rose is interested in it but we got something right!

Oh the Black Rose is big into making human superweapons, at least three champions (Briar, Rell, and Sion) were experimented on by the Black Rose or created by them, of which only Sion remains under their control. Doesn't matter how powerful her magic is, they'd want it back because they see it and whoever it's attached to as their property.