#crystal rose seraphine

[aurelion-solar]

Crystal Rose Seraphine, Vayne, Jayce, Gwen & Prestige Gwen - Wild Rift Exclusive Splash Art

[kannsaz]

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I did this illustration to celebrate Seraphine’s third anniversary :) hope tumblr likes it!

[enchantedwolfoon]

Kiss Kiss Fall In Love 🌹💎✨

(Crystal Rose Gwen & Seraphine)

[magical-apple]

• Prestige Crystal Rose Gwen • Crystal Rose Seraphine • Crystal Rose Vayne • Crystal Rose Jayce — Wild Rift Promo Art

[pwoarks]

★ ! seraphine icons · psd by @dewinniepsd and action by @harupsds 'ㅅ' like and reblog if save. don't claim as yours

[aspectofthe-moon]

୨💎ﾉ Crystal Rose Seraphine, Gwen, Lux, Akali, Sona, Janna and Vi

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[thomas-jefferson-miku-binder]

Zeri & Seraphine

(Dragon Lantern/Mythmaker, Crystal Rose, Ocean Song)

you know the drill: if they share three skinlines or more, they’re dating

[samd1o1]

Gwen X Seraphine Canon!

I love Crystal Rose because it comes up with cool champion pairings!

This actually makes me so happy because I had been shipping them for awhile! Two artists who are so kind hearted and empathetic, they match well!

Riot has been doing well lately with representation!

Also both these champs mean a lot to me! Seraphine is who introduced me to League (I loved her music before I knew much about League and that she was a champ). And League has introduced me to so many great friends!

I took a break from League and was pretty uninterested for awhile. Gwen's release brought me back and I've been addicted ever since!

Unfortunate they're locked behind a gacha...

[floral-incantation]

White Crystal Rose

one of Seraphine favorite flowers

[agentcalypso]

poker face alt spoilers

so since @dani-dance pointed out that The Traveler and Wanderlust's cards don't have the same suit i decided to look through poker face alt and list what characters have what number/suit

Captain Crimson (Jump In The Line/Sail) - King of Clubs

Crystal (Euphoria) - Queen of Clubs

Jack Rose - Jack of Hearts (appropriately)

Mihaly - Jack of Diamonds

Brezziana (Epic Avatar) - Queen of Hearts

Lilith (Maneater/DJ Got Us Fallin' In Love) - Jack of Clubs

Scarlet Gold (You Make Me Feel (Mighty Real)) - King of Diamonds

The Traveler - King of Spades

Wanderlust (Epic Avatar) - King of Hearts

Louise Dials (Unreleased Avatar) - Queen of Spades

Seraphine (MORE Seraphine Ver.) - Jack of Spades

anyways if anyone knows suit/number meanings pls tell me bc i'm very intrigued by this map

[aurelion-solar]

Crystal Rose - Wild Rift Loading Screen Borders

[opalblurr]

Commission

Crystal Rose seraphine with teto hair💖

[league-of-skins]

Crystal Rose Seraphine (Legendary), Gwen (+ Prestige), Jayce, and Vayne on Wild Rift

[ssephyr]

Crystal rose gwen and seraphine

[avampyone]

Hemlocke Reines

Thank you for the tag @shroudkeeper and @houserosaire ! <3

Tagging: @ffxivtribehydrae , @ilbers, @amalthea-felsblood, @drowxiv, @corsair-kovacs, @viiioca, @midnightmagicks or anyone who would like to do so!

—𝒃𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒔

Name: Hemlocke Reines (Birth name: Seraphine Desmarais) Nicknames: Hemi or Hems Age: 23-24 (He's lost track in the bustle of life.) Nameday: 13th Sun of the 5th Umbral Moon Race: Vampiric Duskwight Elezen Gender: Cis male Orientation: Pansexual (male lean) Profession: Aide to the Arrzaneth Ossuary, bartender, former scion.

—𝒑𝒉𝒚𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍 𝒂𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒔

Hair: Midnight black hair that began to fade at the ends into a dark red ombre after he was fully turned into a vampire. Eyes: Blood red Skin: Very pale, perfect to an almost unsettling degree. Tattoos/scars: Hemlocke doesn't scar or else he would have many, including a deep one across his right cheek. Tattoo ink would only bleed out of his flesh if he attempted to get one.

—𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒚

Parents: Ange B'londe - Father (paramour to Olivia, alive but undead), Olivia Desmarais - Mother (deceased) Siblings: Jezebel B'londe - Half sister (Not known to Hemlocke, status unknown) Grandparents: Via Ange: Unnamed Gelmorran maiden (deceased), Father unknown (A certain voidsent, status unknown). Via Olivia: The Le Malheur family, Hemlocke was estranged from his mother's side and not allowed to meet under Gloucent's rules. In-laws and Other: Pierre Beaufort (tutor, father figure to Hemlocke, alive), Gloucent Desmarais (Olivia's husband in an arranged marriage, Hemlocke's guardian father, deceased), Eve B'londe (Ange's wife, deceased) Pets: Bruce, his pet bat and Cookie, the ghost of a great dane.

—𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒔

Abilities: Natural affinity for black magic, particularly attuned to fire. The wild magic doesn't always work out in his favor, and he occasionally he casts an entirely different spell than what he intended. Hemlocke can use magic without a staff or soul crystal with no fear of his aether burning away, but it can become easily out of control the more he uses without a focus. He can successfully use the teleportation spell 'Flow', but it takes a lot out of him to do. In perilous moments, Hemlocke's 'shadow' might emerge to assist and amplify his magic. In physical combat, he's best with knives and throwing them at a distance. Hobbies: Hemlocke enjoys reading, dancing, traveling, going out to drink, and gardening. He might sing if he's by himself. He plays piano proficiently, but he's still hesitate to try again with this being tied back to bitter memories.

—𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒔

Most Positive Trait: Kind and protective. Most Negative Trait: Reckless and conflicted with guilt.

—𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒔

Colors: Red, black, silver. Smells: Lavender, rosehip oil, sandalwood, jasmine, and sage.

Textures: Velvet, hearth, layers, midnight, feathers. Drinks: Chamomile or Doman tea, red wine, gin and tonic.

—𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒆𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒔

Smokes: No. Drinks: Often. Hemlocke likes gin the best, but he isn't really too picky. Drugs: In the past in Ishgard, Hemlocke would take a crystalline substance of white powder he brought in secret. It's equivalent to amphetamine, but he doesn't take it anymore. Mount Issuance: Nightingale, Hemlocke's easily spooked chocobo and occasionally Rose, a gentle bird mount that assists him at the behest of the Vath. Been Arrested: No, but he's had a few close calls.

[zofiawithaz]

We Are Such Stuff That Dreams Are Made On || Sofie

Timing: 3 Centuries worth of memories

Parties: Sofie @sofiedupont

Summary: Sofie doesn't dream at night, so she remembers instead

Content warning: Mentions of blood, mentions of murder, mentions of death, mentions of war

Sofie didn’t dream when she slept anymore. 

She hadn’t found herself in the soft haze of a dream in nigh on three centuries. So instead, in the small hours of the morning when the sun peaked up from behind the horizon, she chose to remember. 

She remembered Gdansk, just barely. She remembered the names of her parents, but not their faces. She remembered she had siblings, but she did not know what happened to them or their descendents. Or if they even had descendents to speak of. She hoped they did. She liked to think they all had lovely marriages with beautiful healthy children, and descendents as countless as the stars. She hoped one of them was named after her. 

She remembered the language though. She remembered the things her matka taught her. To cook and clean and sew- the things to do to appease the domovoi and the kikimora, to keep the household spirits happy. She remembered what it was to be Zofia, even if the lines of what that meant had begun to blur with time. 

She remembered the night she died. She remembered how beautiful they all were, her mistress’s friends from France. She remembered the strange tug in her chest. A yearning, perhaps. To be collected by them like her mistress collected friends. She remembered how mad it all sounded. That she would have to die to live forever. But she had heard stories of men who rose from the dead, and promises of eternal life. She had heard the tales of creatures like phoenixes who had to go up in a glorious blaze to begin again. If she had to die in order to become the creature she had always been meant to be, then so be it. She remembered that determination more than anything else. That desperate need to be more than just a ladies maid for the rest of her life. 

She remembered the first time she saw where they lived. She remembered the radiant smile on Seraphine’s face- her sire- the first time she saw it in all its splendor. She remembered what it was like to have to invent this curious new creature, Sofie DuPont. She remembered having to learn a new language. The new sounds were clunky and foreign on her tongue at first. Her accent bled through, and it took a long time for her to step fully into her new life. 

She remembered that first party. The gorgeous gown Seraphine had commissioned for her. The jewels that dripped from her neck and ears, the tiara they’d settled in her hair. She remembered the feel of the crystal glass against her lips, the sweet taste of the blood that sustained her now. She remembered the fizz of her first glass of champagne as the bubbles hit her nose. She remembered the swell of the music, the rise and fall of the violin. She remembered the feel of the silk of her skirts as she danced and danced, Henri twirling her around the floor. She remembered thinking I am the princess in the fairy tale I dreamed of. 

She remembered the passing of time. She remembered how days turned to weeks turned to months turned to years and before she knew it, a century had passed. The music had changed. The art had changed. The fashion had changed. And there was always more. More, more, more. More parties, more ideas, more friends, more family, more music, more dancing. An endless rush of excess accompanied the passage of time, and Sofie loved that most of all. 

She remembered the world was at war. She didn’t know what to make of that. But it was safe with the Fleur de Sang. It was safe with Seraphine and Adrien and Henri. Her little family. Nothing bad ever happened to them, so why should she worry? It would be the four of them forever.

She remembered the first time Henri mentioned America. The war had just ended and everything was coming back from the dead, just like she had. New art forms were popping up, new dance styles, new music, new plays, new literature. And America seemed as good a place as any. Why would they stay in one place forever, when they had a whole world to explore!

And it began again. The endless flow from the vein of more that Sofie drank from almost as much as she drank her salvation from the crystal glasses her family always drank from. 

She remembered noticing the letters from home grew fewer and further between. She remembered that she hadn’t heard from some of her friends in over a decade. She remembered thinking it odd one night when Seraphine, Adrien, and Henri had gone to the opera without her. It was a Wagner work, and she had always loathed that particular style of singing. Too forceful. She remembered telling Seraphine, long before that night.

She remembered Henri running into her room a wreck. A bloody, tear stained wreck. 

She remembered the breaking feeling in her chest as they hurried to pack. She remembered the tears that wracked her body as they stole away in the night.

She remembered the songs on the car radio as she waited for Henri to come back. Gladys Knight faded into Jim Croce faded into Diana Ross faded into Elton John until the noise faded into the background when she realized it had been hours, and the sun was only an hour away from rising.

She remembered turning off the radio when she realized Henri was not coming back.

She remembered how hard it was, the first time she was well and truly starving. The smell of the people around her, the blood in their veins making her rabid. 

She remembered the shocked expression on the man’s face when she sank her teeth into his neck. She remembered the fear that gripped her when he no longer drew breath. She remembered not knowing what to do and running for her life, praying no one saw. 

She remembered realizing that she was no thing of beauty. No devine everlasting being.

She remembered realizing she had become a monster. 

She remembered finding ways around the hunger. She remembered raiding hospitals in the dead of night, taking what she could of their supplies. She remembered being tucked away in a small abandoned house she’d found, drinking from the donations of good hearted citizens. 

She remembered the fear that gripped her every time she went back home to get her belongings. She knew that it wasn’t safe, but what did she have other than the memories attached to those items? She remembered thinking this must be what rock bottom feels like.

She remembered realizing that this wasn’t living. That this wasn’t what she had been made for. 

She remembered how much value old things had.

She remembered making the plan to start anew.

No, Sofie didn’t dream when she slept anymore. What need did she have for dreams? She had lived her dreams, and her nightmares too. Her remembrances were all she had now. The reminders of how to live, how to survive. How to build her own dreams. How to die and come back from the dead. 

She’d done it once, and she’d do it once again. And heaven and hell help whatever waking nightmares stood in her way.