#blood moon yasuo

[faefulli]

Yasahri are one of my favorite bi for bi coupless

anyway have a painty sketch thing of my babies

[darkitsunex]

I have concluded with a fanart consisting Snow Moon Ahri paired with Blood Moon Yasuo under the form of a double-faced portrait with and without glowing aura. I hope you like and enjoy it! :))

[popawritter12]

I am curious can I request this scenario. What if all the darlings in the blood moon au meet.

Author's notes: Don't ask, I explain the reason for so much absence in another publication.

Dreams

The world of dreams; so deep, lost, and even confused in their own essence, they were lost, searching for something specific. Something that should never have been seen in itself.

The clash between claws and flesh along with the terror reflected in the faces of others; Is this ostentatious, at the same time disgusting dream, a simple memory of the group's misery?

—So… he's the new one, right? —The question escaped from the one who arrived second —, it doesn't look very… Good.

—I heard that the one who was chasing him was the same one who brought the demons to this world.

—Poor man. —The second hunter mentioned, observing the first, distant memories of his childhood take him back to the day when his demon condemned him.

—He had the worst fate of all. —-The dancer whispered, taking the porcelain cup between his delicate fingers.

—Who would have thought that he would have to become that demon? — Whispered the second arrived, before taking the plate in his hands.

The inveterate fight, stained by the strong emotion suffered by the first hunter, caused, in part, a great surprise on the part of the first.

—Seriously, you're a damn bastard… —The first one whispered, the edge of the blade barely managing to collide with the demon's skin—, not even Talon was as savage as you in fights.

The demon growled, a mitigating memory crashing into his delicate, corrupt mind.

Talon…that name, that nickname, that demon. Why was the hunter mentioning it?

—It seems you recognize his name, huh? —The hunter pushed the demon with a thrust, finally managing to cut his cheek, causing the demon to recoil—you must know a lot about the cult to recognize it.

The demon screamed something unintelligible, before taking his head; wounded, he remembered the countless books he read, the sleepless nights turning each page and researching with as much passion as that of an expert butcher tracing newly arrived calf meat.

—That… damn motherfucker. —his own demonic voice reminded him of what Pyke did to him, causing a scream to escape his lips.

—He's already remembering what he did to him.

—It must hurts him a lot. —the dancer whispered, sighing.

—Especially when someone he trusted ended up doing that to him. —The second hunter mentioned, his gaze traveling over the detailed outline of the demon's body, a grotesque vision for his eyes and a coarse memory of what today was the perpetrator of it.

Was this a simple punishment for them for their previous life or for the sins they had committed? They are not going to know, Or at least none of them know it and much less will the demon who was still committing with claws and teeth looking for an answer looking for a result to what he foolishly thought will end well to what some once he called a friend, now it turned out to be a super nightmare, it turned out to be the person who condemned him to this horrible life and now even in his dreams, which were the only moments in which he could remember his life as a traveling salesman who was guided by singing, it turned out to be a memory. more than what he now was: a demon, a creature that lost all connection with his human side and desperately searches for some trace to become himself again to find that lost side that was taken from him and cruelly killed by that demon.

—I guess we all make the same mistake, —the second whispered, before sighing with some pain, nostalgic, so to speak.

—Don't make me into your mistakes —the first one shouted, before managing to take the chain in his hands, with subtle preparation, he managed to tie the demon, although receiving a scratch on his left eye —, Talon chased me because he's a selfish bastard, if he decided to trust a Blood Moon demon, then he must have paid the price.

The dancer looked at him, a hint of disgust appeared on his face.

—How great did the price have to be, that took even his humanity with it? —The young man questioned, before lowering his gaze. The loneliness he felt throughout his life was such that it forced him to invoke a demon, to look for some humanity behind the superficial life of the stage. The dancer turned around when he saw the hunter, and only had that brave look that few others had. times in his life — and you know well that none of us thought that a demon could fall in love.

—You dealt with cultists —the first hunter complained, before kicking the body of the bound demon —, both he and I dealt with fucking demons.

—And that's why I thought you had a little more empathy —the third whispered, before continuing to drink the tea —, but I was wrong."

—Brave of you to assume that I will have empathy for a moron. —the hunter responded abruptly.

—What did we say about saying bad words?

—Talon lets me say them.

—We are not demons.

—AND?

As the argument between the first hunter and the dancer intensifies, the second hunter approaches the demon, who, in pain, tr

He tries to push him away by growling, but the second hunter settles down in front of him, ready to speak.

—Don't tell me you're going to try to talk to him.

—Stop being unbearable.

—Only when you stop acting like a mother.

—Shut up —the second hunter complained, before seeing the demon again—, hello, you must be the singer of that religion.

The demon growled, showing its pointed teeth, yellowish and with traces of fresh blood.

—I saw you once, you were known as “the angel of the Andes,” right? —The second hunter asked, his serene voice invading the mind of the corrupted singer —. Truth be told, it seemed like every place you went in Runeterra was unique because of your presence alone.

The second hunter brought back bitter memories for the poor singer, from the first places where people first heard his voice, to the last place he had visited. Bitter smiles on his face countless times, tears from the emotion of each visit, even anger at seeing the state of the people whose leaders were as selfish as that demon, like that son of a bitch who ruined his life.

The more he mentioned it, the more he elaborated or his way of telling what it was like for the hunter to listen to the jugs of pure love for music brings to life the bitter return to the past; knowing that he couldn't come back. And his soul begged to return, to return even for a small second to that place that had brought him so much happiness.

But he only managed to sob; His voice seemed to return slowly, but the clock in the distance announced the time of his farewell; the mental break was over, and now they all had to return to that comic tragedy of life.

And yet, in the distance, a man with a leather backpack on his back and a smile of happiness spread in his eyes as he hummed songs from his childhood, looks at the clock, a rustic shape reminds him of his home, of his city. , but, even more importantly, it reminds him that his search for his destiny was still in the midst of development,

And the farewell began; with a look of some anger, but a certain affection —which the few present there knew how to differentiate—was reflected in that look. They still remember how comforting it was to know that even for a second of their lives, they could rest, they could give their tormented souls a little break from their stressful and painful lives.

While the perpetrators slowly approach their victims again, misnamed "loves", they do not even manage to give words to the poor humans who woke up again.

While the dancer returned to see the burly man with a serene but at the same time always annoyingly calm face, a bitter but resigned grimace spreads across his face full of dark circles. The first hunter wakes up violently because he feels an extra weight on his chest; The demon had jumped like a puppy towards his owner, and when his cursed laughter reached the hunter's ears, he only clicked his tongue, annoyed, but helpless. And the second hunter observed the swordsman, the question of his dream comforts him a little; He knew that of all of them, he had gotten the least invasive of all.

And the last of all, the poor last of all, only woke up to see that, once again, the mysterious demon that had caused him so much pain was almost on top of him, asking again and again how he was doing, or why he was asleep.

It was strange, especially knowing that the dream seemed to revive the human side of him like he had never seen before.

And in a fit of forceful rage, the singer leaped again at the demon, his claws appearing again. And the cooker, the only one who didn't seem to understand the reason for the dream, woke up with a letter next to him; blood stains giving the shape of a heart while a smell of excellent quality perfume adorned with a bouquet of well-cared-for flowers send a chill down your spine.

Who would have put that there?

[sovirana]

Snow and Blood Moon~

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[ionianwanderer]

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His presence is just as unnerving as the demon adjacent to him. Still, unmoving, and calculating to the point it's almost unnatural. Fingers are curled tightly against the hilt of the sword strapped to his side as whispers only he could hear flit between the two. Had it not been for earlier who would have known what was to become of Evelynn. A demon such as herself--her high presence summoned by his very comrades-- should not have suffered in a fate of what would have came for her in that moment. Fickle little things: those who deny and seek to ruin the work the cult does. But Yasuo, with his own insatiably darkness, knew better than to allow anything to befell any of those that they summoned. It was a privilege to work with entities such as she. And as the blade of the blood moon, he was tasked with ensuring nothing unsavory were to happen-- and he was quite good at it too. Gently, he shifts his weight after what felt like hours, having stayed by her side to ensure her safety much to her displeasure. The silence that hung between the two of them suddenly broken by the roughness of his voice. "Let's exchange the experience." There's a moment and he kneels before her, his hand removed from the hilt of his sword. Instead fingers now having found a concealed dagger-- the very same her assailant had tried to harm her with. To which he presented to her to take, a trophy. "Tell me, we both matter, don't we?"

[agonizedembrace]

[ push ] in the midst of a dangerous situation, the sender pushes the receiver out of harm's way { blood moon,,, or verse of ur choice _(:」∠)_ }

protection was not something she'd ever needed.

it was often that many humans fell for her traps instead; a wanton desire, unable to resist her charms. they would flock to her like bumble bees to a flower, ever so greedy to harvest. it is a path she creates whole heartedly, savoring the taste they always deliver.

she thought this to be no different. an unknowing, itching for a taste human that walks to her embrace. evelynn does not see the weapons beneath their robes, mistaking their violent thirst of sexual desire. that was a first.

she does not ask for assistance, but it is granted to her nonetheless.

perhaps it is that she takes some humans for granted, but this one -- yasuo was it? -- ever hungry for blood arrives. she does not question the whys, only that she intakes a deep breath as his hands find her form. a dark hunger that resides, all but brief before his strength is used to push her aside.

moments before a magically infused blade would have impaled her. the wind gets knocked out of her as she tumbles to the ground, unable to let a growl loose. her gaze is fierce as her once prey becomes predator, feeling a certain anger overcome her. to be the fool is unheard of.

and she will be sure to get her revenge.

and thank yasuo.

[solmxri]

Rules, tag 10 followers  you want to get to know better!

Tagged by: @fanaticist // thanks hun 😘😘😘

Tagging: steal it!

Name: tordo

Star Sign: pieces (sun) , scorpio (moon) , sagittarius (rising) !

Height: 5′7" ( 170 cm )

Middle name: don't got one uwu

Put your itunes/spotify/youtube on shuffle. What are the first 6 songs that popped up?

Peace Sign (Remix) - Dj-Jo ft. Aruvn

Black Sheep - Kailee Morgue

Electric Angel - Yasuo ft. Kagamine Rin & Len

This Afternoon - Nickelback

Hunter - Ken Ashcorp

Carousel - Melanie Martines

Ever had a poem or song written about you:  uhm.... does a hate poem count? if so yes uwu an ex gf of mine got a little too pissy over me breaking up with her and so she sent me a poem signed in her blood. good times.

When was the last time you played air guitar:  this morning when i was rocking out to all hail shadow like the nerd i am

Who is your celebrity crush?: eh... don't got one. if the question was ' what my fictional crush ' i would with no hesitation say that it's Lelouch from code geass.

What’s a sound you hate; sound you love?:  i hate the sound of ripping paper, it just makes my skin crawl >:(

Do you believe in ghosts?:  Ye! Because the one in my house refuses to let me forget his existence.

How about aliens:  Yep! I just think they are scare of us because wtf we are doing to our own planet.

Do you drive?: I fucking wish!

if so have you ever crashed: does walking into a tree count?

Do you like the smell of gasoline:  I like the smell of certain types of gasoline, all of them smell different to me but there's this one gas station where the gasoline just smells like cotton candy and i feel like i could get high off of that.

What was the last movie you saw?: Uhm.... I think was the first john wick movie.

What’s the worst injury you’ve ever had?:  Although i've had both of my arms completed dislocated before, it still compare to when i first got carpal tunnel. that's a whole other degree of pain omfg

Do you have any obsessions right now?:  mechanical keyboards. i like the clicky sounds.

[bikmui]

.and revelations; and revenants | @lronwilled

Another click of the tongue echoes in the silence of the sleeping forest. If he were so inclined, he might have noticed something beautiful in the reflection of the moon upon a disturbed puddle, or perhaps in the swaying leaves; as though welcoming or warning him.

But now, staring as he is at the scattered remnants of a cold fire and the smears of a hastily stamped out fire, the breath both suffocates him in its enormity and in the way it does not inflate his lungs. She was here. She was here. She was here and he had missed her.

A breath. A beat. The familiar weight of a blade between his fingers, the metal sharp enough to sting.

In the silence which follows, he sees her mistakes. Always guided by the invisible hand of something more irrational than her bloodline would suggest - he sees her panic. The clearing would hide a fire well enough from a curious villager, but not a hunter coming the opposite way. She must have heard their voices - must have realised her mistake - but it is panic which breeds mistakes.

Mistakes, like a sooty footprint preserved from the elements.

He tilts his head.

An assassin keen on remaining undiscovered would continue deeper still into the forest. Yet her steps would have taken her parallel to the path...

Talon sighs. Perhaps he will have use of the drunken fool yet.

It is darker still by the time he returns to the village, and grateful for the cool wind as he is, he pulls the cloak close to himself too, the chill finding its way all the same. He'd ommitted to ask Yasuo for directions to the inn, yet it is simple matter to find all the same. Simpler still is it to find the room - room singular - that Yasuo had found for them.

A fool indeed.

Talon ducks behind the inn - barely avoiding the wholly pleasant puddle of sick - and, in the light of the moon, tends to his blades.

Theirs are a familiar weight in his hands; their familiarity a welcome reprieve; a welcome sting across his fingers as he tests their sharpness and remembers their keenness. He watches as beads of blood melt into the water and disappear in smoke and promises; watches as silver and cold welcome him home.

Above, an owl takes flight, disturbed by the whetstone. Silently, Talon agrees. But a dull blade is a fate worse than death, and that, he cannot abide.

Temporary is familiarity, as he drags himself through a window, sidestepping the drunkard within and finding himself a corner of the room. From here, he can watch the window, watch the door, and watch the drunk - never trust a drunk, the General's lessons whisper to him. Unpredictable and always wanting his next tipple.

He is yet to sleep - and Talon's eyes remain upon him in turn. He watches Yasuo's dark outline; watches the figure he cuts against the warm flame and each breath he takes. He watches as the branches outside sway; watches the shadows of things yet unnamed dancing across the wall.

There had been a time he'd wanted to kill Katarina, perhaps more so than even now.

Flames had been the same warm then as now, but his blades were duller. His senses too, though not his pride. She'd gloated; the victor's spoils, his pride spilt across the floor in a shock of blood. And keen was the General's gaze as he'd grit his teeth and there was his first lesson, in the snapped blade and the breath lost.

In her laugh and the General's glare.

Fury was the weapon of barbarians; of the uninitiated. The patient had cooler nerves than that, and the perfect would run colder than the Frejlord dark. To whet was to grind against stone; to shave metal to perfection, and in that night, he'd finally realised its meaning.

@bikmui ⸺ talon &&. yasuo.

Yasuo was, simply, a functional fool. He pops the cork on one of his bamboo bottles, swishing the pungent alcohol around in his mouth before eagerly swallowing. He was, more specifically, a functional alcoholic. He at least has the foresight to not offer any to Talon.

The way Talon watches him doesn't go unnoticed, but it does go unspoken, unannounced. Just like Talon, Yasuo enjoyed quiet observation— less to assess threat and more to simply assess for assessment’s sake. To know. He doesn't pay any mind to the way Talon prefers quiet, that he replies with actions far more than he does words. There's something peaceful about it, in a strange sense.

By the time they're in the village proper, one of Yasuo's bottles is ran dry, and he has half a mind to drink another due to the urges scratching in his brain, but it wouldn't make for a good look when he had a job to do right now. The rummaging of Talon's pockets and the subsequent acquisition of coin pressed into the ronin's palm make Yasuo reconsider his choice, however.

Yasuo raises a brow to Talon, but its silent question goes unnoticed when the noxian doesn't afford him a single glance. It doesn't bother Yasuo, of course. "Okay," he confirms, "there is only one inn here. You will find me there, when you come back." He briefly considered pointing the way, but quickly knew that would be pointless.

He silently questions the worth of his next sentence, but ultimately shrugs mentally. "Stay safe."

Talon is gone shortly thereafter, and Yasuo can't help but be curious as to what he's up to. Ultimately none of his business, though. He's not being paid to care.

So he makes his way to the inn, provides a false name for two rooms, and grimaces in disapproval at the single room provided. At least there's two beds, and the inn itself is very well maintained. Yasuo settles his belongings under one of the beds, locks any windows, and locks the door before making his way out again.

He's very polite and respectful to the o-ma tending to the inn. He is less-so with the older gentleman who runs the local distillery. Still, Yasuo walks away from the place noticeably wasted and with several new bottles of alcohol in tow. With as much grace as a drunken fool can muster, he stumbles his way back to the inn, all smiles and hiccups.

He takes a moment to scramble to the side of the inn upon arrival, and immediately vomits on the ground. The taste of bile is washed down with more of his drink with a displeased groan.

Yasuo musters enough strength to get into the inn proper once he's gathered himself up, offering o-ma a friendly, if rather lopsided, smile before retiring to his room. He has the foresight to unlock the window, briefly admiring the crisp air the night brings, and only then does he realize how dark it's gotten. With only a small amount of struggle, he gets a crackling fire going in the small hearth, before lounging on the floor in front of its heat.

Quite a fun night.

[mizii]

Wallpapers Yasuo

[darkitsunex]

Zodiac Signs as Yasuo skins from League of Legends

Aries- Blood Moon Taurus- Project, Inkshadow Gemini- Sea Dog Cancer- Foreseen Leo- High Noon Virgo- Odyssey Libra- Spirit Blossom Scorpio- Nightbringer Sagittarius- Prestige True Damage, Truth Dragon Capricorn- Prestige Inkshadow Aquarius- Battle Boss, Dream Dragon Pisces- True Damage

[popawritter12]

Hi it's the anon who sent the asks for yandere zed. Can I ask for headcanons for yandere blood moon yasuo.

Author's Notes: Anon, i don't understand why two anons ask me for blood moon universe but i support it, i 100% support yandere demons <3

Even with all my energy against me, I finished the headcanons, I hope you like it even if it's a little short :C

Yandere! Blood Moon! Yasuo headcanons

Chances of your loved ones being killed

We are talking about the executioner of the blood moon, one whose main task is to eliminate other people.

He is one of the few that I say is a 100% chance.

And I say this because, unlike Talon —who prefers to stay by your side and do the killing later— he has to kill them, and there won't be any more people bothering him when he wants to take his beloved, so it's a win- win for him.

First impressions

The darling in question belonged to an organization that was responsible for being against the blood moon cultists, and especially their demons. She had been specially raised to hate demons, since they had taken her family away from her.

For the beloved it was a couple of every day trying to kill a cultist or a demon; She was known for her aggressiveness and stubbornness, being that, when the darling encountered a cultist, or worse, a demon, they would not stop until he was dead.

The beloved was bloodthirsty, cruel, and cynical when them came into contact with any member of the blood moon. And that's why they sent the executioner to kill them.

However, something bad must have happened, some mistake must have been made, something must have happened…

Because he was never able to fulfill his commission.

Fall in love

Before he was a cultist, he knew them, he knew his beloved as one of the few people who genuinely was there for him in his worst moments.

They was the beloved who always smiled at him, invited him to go for a walk or included him in a group so that he was accompanied.

And when he saw their look of disappointment, he felt as if that human part, that small human part was about to kill itself, was on the verge of mentally breaking down and apologizing to his beloved, for not being able to tell them what he felt, for not being able to tell them the truth, to be able to tell with his words how he felt that life return to his body every time their eyes met, and now… it was too late.

He tried to apologize, he tried to say that he was not going to hurt them, but in response his beloved attacked him. The beloved attacked with anger, with hatred, and mainly, with the desire to see him die.

It hurt him a lot to know that he had lost one of the best people in his life, and that now he was fighting the one he considered his beloved, the love of his life, but he couldn't do it. nothing.

Against everything, he did not attack, he even deigned to defend himself, leaving only his beloved to attack him as many times as he wanted. But his beloved let him live.

He knew then that, even with everything that had happened, his darling was still in love with him, she still longed to kiss and touch that human part of him, and that even with all the numbers against him, them still loved him like the first day they accepted feelings.

Beginning of Yanderism

He lied, he lied to his cult that he had killed that person, but he knew it was a lie, and that there were great consequences when they found out the truth. And he told to his beloved that them would have to change their identity, wishing only that his darling would get away from that life.

But within a few days, several cultists were found dead, some dismembered, others with marks from fights so deadly that their lives were taken away, and only he knew who was the author of those bloody works.

First murder or Yandere act

He himself had to kill cultists who were learning the truth, and he also took care of “some” close friends of his who were never intelligent enough to keep a secret as big as his safety or life in general. It didn't matter how many there were or how well he got along with them; If they knew the whereabouts of his darling, they were already dead.

At the same time he tried to communicate with his beloved, but he always threatened him or outright physically hurt him; Even if there was regret afterwards, however, a part of the beloved believed that it was best for them to stay away from him, since their mind always confused him because of the games she played with their own feelings.

Relationship or kidnapping

His beloved continued killing cultists and demons, but under an entity of unknown name; She wore a mask and dark-tinted clothing, seeking not to generate suspicion about her existence.

However, as always, lies have short legs —like me— and the little secret of the existence of the executioner's beloved was discovered. And an ambush was planned for the beloved. And that's where he is forced to kidnap them.

Even with his darling kicking, screaming and complaining, he still kidnapped his beloved. It was a moment between torturous and happy for him.

Since, let's agree that since he saw his beloved again, he wanted to keep them safe “in his own way”. He already loved his beloved before he became a demon, and he was the only “lighthouse” that illuminated what little humanity he had left. But a lighthouse can't stay lit forever.

Coexistence

Unlike Talon, he is much kinder to her; It's not that he speaks to her with much love or call them “honey” or “heart,” but he is quite friendly with his beloved, and gives them more freedoms than anybody might expect.

He is one of the yanderes with whom it is easiest to get along, since his way of loving, although selfish, also sought to generate a beautiful relationship with his beloved, to generate the same relationship that had come so naturally before… well, these events.

Marriage and family

As for marriage, no, I mean, I don't think that a cult that is fully dedicated to paying homage to the Blood Moon by murdering people would be very interested in marriage.

Now, if by chance certain relatives of the darling are still alive, then it is best to carefully distance themselves from the darling one in question for a simple reason; No one could know they location, no matter who the person is.

If possible, children?

Nah, I don't see any possibility in that.

Bad ending

Several months passed of absolute tranquility for both the darling and Yasuo, being that being away from all danger was… good in a way. However, there comes a point when the beloved just wants to leave; the darling decides to plan an escape, and upon achieving it, darling meets the terrible fate that demons and cultists find out about they existence; Now, knowing that the executioner had decided to lie, they ended up attacking the home that he had forged with so much effort for the two of them.

When Yasuo managed to capture his lover, he thought that he would finally be able to keep his darling safe, however, there was a problem; The demons attacked the home where he was guarding his beloved.

From here there are two possibilities

1:The cultists/demons decide that you must die, and end up taking the life of the executioner's beloved, and he, in response, had to attack.

To no one's surprise, there were many casualties that day, but the “traitor” and the traitor's darling were exterminated. However, now they were together, wherever they souls went, he was going to follow his darling, he was going to pursue her beloved even after his own death.

2- The darling is forced to join the cult of the Blood Moon, seeking to use you as a fellow member. So, even if you claimed that your family would rather publicly execute her than be part of that cult, however, consent was something that was not necessary in a cult that had already had many casualties because of a single person.

In this case, Yasuo will not be able to stop them, and they convince him that he would be the only one who could approach to his darling, and that they could both spend as much time as they wanted together, without anyone from the cult being forced to separate them.

Reasons to be a Yandere

-We are told that he used to be a human, one with a difficult life, if the beloved is unlucky enough to meet him before, then she was doomed to have an almost unhealthy affection for her.

-There is a good chance that his past is very varied; Anything could have happened to him, and it's not until he meets someone to support him through a difficult time that he clings like a limpet.

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-Of the entire cult, he is one of the kindest towards his darling in question, however, it was somewhat strange to know that he fell in love with someone.

-He would never forbid his darling to take off his mask; He would allow it at any time, and he would love for his darling to touch his face.

-He sometimes he thinks about his life, and after everything that happened, he only thought about the life he could have had with his darling if he had never joined that cult.

-If his darling fight against him, he doesn't enjoy it, he hates that the love of his life hate him, even if the darling is afraid of him or anything else, he can't support it, and he gives his best to be able to get along with his darling.

[aurelion-solar]

Blood Moon Yasuo - League of Legends: Wild Rift

[s-tardust-edits]

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[johnnysmith]

sacrifical rites

[shepardingg]

by the blood moon.