#demacianbrawn

[essencefluxed]

@demacianbrawn sent: "Just get some rest. You need it."

“Y’know, big guy—when people invite someone to their house, they usually take them out to dinner first.”

His tone was light; teasing as he spoke, hand waving around as he spoke, his lap nestled within blankets in the plush mattress—much more comfortable then the dirt and cobblestone floors of the temples he had been raiding before he had gotten to Demacia. Lithe arms stretched over his head, a loud yawn leaving the blonde as he arched his back, feeling it crack in three different places as he did so.

“And here I thought flirting with your sister all the time woulda put a bad taste in your mouth when it comes to me! Buuuut, I’m kind of a big deal, so I totally get it.” Playfully, his tongue stuck out of his mouth, his body suddenly cringing and a soft sound of pain leaving him as he brought his hand to the bandaged wound on his chest. That’s why he was here—because he got hurt. Wrong place, wrong time—if Garen didn’t show up, he swore he would have been in worse condition. Maybe even dead! No, he had been through worse, but, he was appreciative all the same.

“Weeeell, you don’t gotta worry about me too much. I’ll be up and outta here by the morning—if I don’t get distracted. But uh…Thanks for the help.”

[pitgritted]

" hey, look at me. i don't care. are you okay ? " :)

𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓  grunted  at  him  unintelligibly  .  he  kept  his  glowing  eyes  descended  ;  realizing  he’d  accidentally  torn  a  corner  clean  of  the  wool  cloth  draping  garen’s  thigh  .  it  was  hard  to  detach  his  claws  from  the  man’s  flesh  ,  digging  harder  the  firmer  garen  tried  to  gouge  any  signs  of  consciousness  within  the  half  -  beast  .  the  predator  ,  salivating  with  hooked  teeth  protruding  in  threads  of  hostility  —  &  the  prey  ;  a  very  sturdy  one  ;  kept  planted  before  the  predator’s  jaws  .  slowly  did  the  crimson  beast  meet  garen’s  eyes.

❝  stop  —  garen  —  ❞  𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓  growled  ,  obviously  failing  the  attempt  of  passable  facsimile  of  normalcy  .  he  didn’t  want  to  bring  attention  to  the  tenuous  grasp  on  himself  .  disturbingly  intense  ,  the  adrenaline  still  buzzing  in  his  fingers  .  it  was  deeply  unsettling  to  know  he  could  be  overwhelmed  by  panic  to  the  point  of  barely  recognizing  where  he  was  .  ❝  i  will  fucking  …  hurt  you  .  ❞

he’s  forced  to  stare  at  him  when  the  demacian  kept  a  firm  grasp  on  his  face  ,  not  allowing  him  to  leave  .  even  if  𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓  threatened  with  bared  teeth  &  clenching  hands  surrounding  the  width  of  the  man’s  wrists  ,  tendrils  digging  into  ivory  flesh  .

he  was  still  heaving  raggedly  &  slowly  gripping  harder  .  trying  to  reclaim  his  mental  faculties  as  he  maintained  his  state  upon  garen’s  hardened  face  .  evidently  laced  with  concern  .  he  groveled  under  his  breath  ,  nodding  slowly  as  he  was  carefully  swayed  to  calmness  .  his  scarred  chest  still  churning  with  quickened  breaths  ,  but  the  magic  suffusing  his  eyes  bled  into  a  more  dull  orange  .  ❝  f  …  fineph…  let  go  of  m’  face  …  ❞  he  tried  to  speak  through  sharpened  teeth  .

he  slowly  retracted  his  claws  ,  using  the  remaining  strength  in  his  hands  to  pry  the  captain’s  hands  off  his  head  ,  his  brows  digging  downwards  .  ❝  don’t  —  do  that  .  ❞  he  breathed  .

[claggrot]

@demacianbrawn sent: look at me . how many fingers am i holding up ?

making demands (always accepting)

'Er...I don't..." Claggor grunted out, his voice coming out rather hesitant and yet his voice was filled with discomfort too as well. He clutched his head in agony, shaking his head. "I don't know how many fingers you're holding up, my head hurts and I can't see as much right now."

[essencefluxed]

The words that left the explorers mouth weren’t supposed to be heard at all—Thoughts mistakingly spoken out loud as he sat with Garen in his home; a moment of panic—of weakness. He had to leave Demacia soon—within the week, at least to pursue a new expedition and hopefully find more answers towards finding his missing parents. But the thoughts that he kept hidden away carefully behind his well crafted mask, causing the cracks to show every now and again; and as smart as Ezreal was, he didn’t realize that slowly, Garen was starting to see past his boisterous explorer persona. His walls were being chipped away at slowly, right under his nose; and the realization of having to leave Demacia for a short while, where he made some good friends and solid relationships, made him fumble and express his worst fear imaginable.

Abandonment.

He never expected to make a friend out of Garen— Lux was way easier to get along with ( despite her forgetting who he was the first couple of times before he finically stuck to her brain ), but Garen had always seemed a bit more stoic, in Ezreal’s eyes. Stern. No nonsense, a typical soldier. But getting to know him ( he felt like he had to, if he wanted to get a long with Lux ), Garen didn’t turn out to be half bad. They got along better then Ezreal had anticipated, which in his opinion, was much better then them hating eachother ( which he expected ).

Gauntlet clad hand moves to rub the back of his neck, lips parting to speak—apologize for how out of pocket his words must have come off; or maybe crack some sort of joke to loosen up the mood. But Garen’s words stopped him from doing so, the young mage pausing to bring his gaze up to the taller. The only reasons he was so afraid was because of the situation with his parents, and Ezreal’s inability to accept that they had met their fates with death. Believing they were still out there had triggered something in the back of his mind to make him think of the possibility of them abandoning him to the care of his uncle—and that had spread into every other relationship he had.

He was afraid they would leave, eventually.

But Garen’s words made him blink. It made him pause for a moment to garner a coherent, normal thought. It was not an answer that he expected…And most of all—Ezreal believed him. He believed that Garen would drop him like a hat; that he wouldn’t toss him to the wolves and never see him again. No, the explorer, despite his foggy thought did doubt, trusted Garen enough to tell him the truth.

The squeeze on his shoulder snapped him back to reality quickly, pink dusting at his cheeks. Garen fumbled his words, and on a normal day during a normal conversation, he would have pointed it out and made some snide comment asking if the bigger man was flirting with him. But instead, it felt like his body was being controlled by some invisible force, the blonde’s eyes widening as he thrusted himself forwards; arms hooking around Garen’s neck in a swift motion and plush lips pressing softly—yet firmly— against the soldier’s laps; blue eyes fluttering closed and a sigh leaving his nostrils before he was once again brought back to reality, eyes snapping open and widening before Ezreal pulled back; freckled cheeks flushed a deep shade of red before he let go and pushed himself off of Garen, standing to his feet and coughing into his hand.

“Oh, wow, WOOOOOOW! SORRY, MAN.” Nervous laughter erupts from him as he takes a few steps back and turns around quickly so his back faces the other, the colour in his cheeks not disappearing whatsoever. “Uhhh, y’know what? GREAT talk! I think I should go, make sure everything’s in order before I head out of Demacia in a few days!”

send memes ( always accepting ) @essencefluxed: promise me that you won’t abandon me?

Garen was a soldier, a knight, a defensive wall and a warrior, he prided himself on his ability to read people on the battlefield, he could tell where a blade was moving, where an enemy was side stepping and when he was victorious just by looking into the eyes of another.

That was completely different than reading people when adrenaline wasn't pumping blood into his ears or sweat was dripping down his back. Ezreal's mask was so carefully crafted, a carefree smile, a cocky demeanor, a few well placed jokes, he was the perfect example of some suave boy and yet the more time Garen spent with him he had found that mask's cracks, peering at it with newfound eyes every time it slipped. There was more to Ezreal than the adventurer persona he loved wielding.

It was embarrassing how long it took for him to notice, but it wasn't a surprise. How had Garen gone years without seeing the hurt on Lux's face? It was easy to ignore certain things in one's expression when you didn't want to see them. He wanted to be better, a different person ever since the mage rebellion, and part of that was spending a great deal of time just watching Ezreal during their moments together.

So many layers, so many parts of him working in complete harmony, and the Demacian couldn't lie that watching the blonde sometimes made him feel like he lacked substance. Garen always figured that people saw what they got with him, that there wasn't anything deeper to find and that usually worked for him. Underestimation, especially on the battlefield was important, but did it transcend beyond the thrill of the battle? Was he really as dull and unremarkable as some enemies said?

Not that it mattered, he didn't care what others thought of him, and rather than lose himself in the insecurities that did bubble beneath his skin, he chooses to lay a hand on Ezreal's shoulder. If there was one thing he could do, was be honest and forthcoming to someone he had grown to care about. As reserved and plain as he might come off, one couldn't deny that he cared deeply, and he'd never allow Ezreal to feel anything but kindness and acceptance when it came to whatever relationship they had.

His fingers squeeze, his face serious, he cocks his head to the side to readily observe Ezreal's expression. " I'm not leaving you. I know you won't be in Demacia forever, but whenever you return here, my home is your home, as am I. " Cobalt gaze widening, he immediately sputters a bit, cheeks flushing a deep scarlet. " I mean, I'm your friend. You don't ever have to worry about that. I don't abandon my friends. " Embarrassment laces his tone, and yet he keeps his grip on Ezreal firm, there would be no mixed signals here.

The people who claimed Garen lacked substance had clearly never had an actual conversation with him.

[umbane]

❝ You probably bartered your way out of the womb. ❞

crooked kingdom starters

"Talk, talk." Kayn's reclined on a low bough of a tree, his thick braid hanging down as he indulges in a honeyfruit he found. With one leg crossed over the other, he's the perfect picture of relaxation. Utterly unbothered by the man on the ground beneath him. He rips at the fruit with his teeth, discarding the stem and seeds just by extending an arm and letting them slip between his fingers.

Then, once he's finished, he rolls onto his stomach with a panther's grace, crossing his arms and resting his cheek upon them to gaze down at the source of the voice. It would look like Kayn was settling down for a nap, were it not for his sharp eyes and the cheshire, toothy grin that he offers in response. "Is this the might of Demacia? Petty quips and jests? What a shame. I'd hoped for something interesting."

[essencefluxed]

@demacianbrawn sent: are your legs still numb? :(

There was a sound of sputtering that left the blonde as he nearly choked on the water he had been drinking, nestled in the blankets of the bigger man’s bed; one hand covering his mouth as to not get water everywhere, and the other moving the glass to the night stand. The question caught him off guard; cheeks suddenly flushed a deep crimson as blue gaze flickered over to Garen who had been sitting next to him—Why did he look so sad when he asked?

“Yeeeah, a little. This is… what, day two? You really did a number on me, Garen!” Mock whining left him; a way to tease the bigger man before the smaller gave a slight, nonchalant shrug. “Worth it, though.”

“I can probably walk now, buuuut, I was kinda getting used to you carrying me everywhere.” Ezreal snorts softly, leaning his shoulder against him. “Maybe I should get up and give it a shot, but I’m just so comfortable, man.”

[essencefluxed]

[ trail ] a trail of kisses along the partner's jawline or collarbone

“G—Garen—“

Lithe fingers gently made their way to nestle into short, dark locks; chipped nails gently digging into Garen’s scalp as lips had pressed themselves down into his neck; the blonde shivering slightly, and even more so as those kisses slowly started to descend downwards. Soft breathes had left the smaller; chest still heaving from kisses stolen from lips they had now slightly swollen from teeth and pressure; head tilting to give her other more access to flesh as Ezreal remained straddling his lap. His skin was flushed differently shades of red; like watercolour on paper—the colour making the freckles that danced upon the bridge of his nose and is shoulders and down his arms more noticeable; like an artist who used their thumb against a brush’s bristle to gently splatter paint to their canvas. The blue runes on his cheeks buzzing to life with a slight glow before simmering down; briefly shining only because Ezreal’s concentration wasn’t focused on withholding small slivers of magic to light up his face.

“Mmn..” a soft grunt left him; one hand untangling itself from the other man’s hair and slowly trailing down the back of his neck before moving to meet his shoulder, gently squeezing it to urge the other that he didn’t have to stop. Ezreal’s body felt hot from the attention; his goggles, shirt, jacket and gauntlet tossed to the floor forever ago; the blonde half bare in the soldier’s lap and trying to keep himself from going crazy from every little kiss or touch that Garen had blessed him with. Lips parted ever so slightly; soft breaths of air leaving him as he gently shifted against Garen’s lap. A snort left him, amused. “Really going at it, huh, lover boy?”

A grin crept onto his features—familiar. Cocky, but this time it seemed much softer than usual—as if he was being less full of himself. Regardless, arousal burned within him, gasping softly as he felt teeth brush against his collar bone and strong, calloused hands squeezing his smaller waist, causing Ezreal’s hips to press downwards.

Many questions flooded his mind—How they got here, why Garen would have any interest in him whatsoever—but they were pushed away for now; Ezreal tilting his head down to press his own lips softly against the top of Garen’s head, voice teasing as he spoke. “That all you got, big guy?”

[essencefluxed]

@demacianbrawn sent: [ trail ] a trail of kisses BUT it's actually on his tummy and going SOUTH

He’s sensitive—it shows by the way his skin seems to twitch from every kiss pressed against it; Garen’s lips trailing down slowly; agonizingly so. Ezreal can feel calloused thumbs rub against his flesh as strong hands hold him firmly by his hips; Ezreal’s fingertips toying with dark strands of hair as his other arm kept him slightly propped up so he could carefully watch the other. A soft, relaxed sigh leaves through his nostrils; a shaky breath escaping his lips as Garen proceeded to move lower, and lower; down, down, down Ezreal’s bare form.

“Man, you’re either taking your time, or torturing me here, Garen!” he teases him, hand dropping down next to him, Ezreal shifting his body slightly to get his arm in the same position as the other to prop himself up a bit better. Blue gaze locks into Garen’s equally blue eyes; and Ezreal could feel himself swallow thickly the hotter his body started to burn. His heartbeat felt like it was starting to point, the blonde shifting in his spot; seeing the glint in the other man’s eyes and the colour in the adventurer’s cheeks deepened feeling his length twitch as lips pressed against it; and once again he had swallowed the lump in his throat.

“D—don’t go too easy on me! I can take whatever you’re thinking in that head of yours!”

[essencefluxed]

@demacianbrawn con’t.

His head tilts over to the side ever so lightly; blonde bangs falling into his face which proceeds to have him flick some of his hair out of his eyes; blue gaze not leaving the taller whatsoever—No, instead it seemed like they were scanning him, almost, until blue met blue once more and a shrug was given. “Yeah, and? Maybe I wanna get to know you a little better, big guy! Nothing wrong with that, right?” He pulled his hand from the wall, opting to lean his shoulder against it instead with his arms crossed over his chest.

“Uuuugh, how many times do I gotta say it? I hate that word! I liberate! Ooor procure! Don’t those have a much better ring to it? Besides! I don’t need you helping me take anything! I got that all under control myself.” A snort leaves him; head tilting in the other direction as his goggles slide down his face and around his neck, causing Ezreal to quickly put them back on his head and fix his hair. He don’t expect much from this interaction with Garen, knowing that maybe the bigger man was still wary of him, but, he had to give it a shot, right?

“How do I get this through your thick skull? You’re a good looking guy, I’m a good looking guy—You can look past the magic, right? I won’t use it! I don’t get to really wander much of Demarcus since I’m always just…mostly passing through, Y’know? Here for a couple days and I’m outta here! But I thought, why not have Demacia’s finest show me around, huh? Lux is busy, anyway—“ he brought up a hand to pat the others arm, ignoring the fact that Ezreal was now avoiding eye contact and that his cheeks were slightly flushed. Man, he thought he was better at this…

“we can do whatever you want? I just—uh…” tripping over his words now, he moved his hand to his mouth to cough into it. “Anyway! Are you free to hang out with me, or not? ‘Cause I can just leave Demacia early, I guess—“

[pitgritted]

𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓  had  been  watching  from  the  threshold  of  the  training  hall  —  somewhat  holding  that  familiar  noxian  flavor  ;  the  barracks  .  of  course  with  the  minor  adjustments  meant  to  look  it  was  sculpted  thoroughly  by  ionian  hands  &  influence  .  he  was  balancing  &  maneuvering  a  long  flavored  toothpick  between  the  ridges  of  sharp  teeth  &  thick  damp  muscle  of  his  tongue  .  the  buds  upon  the  sharpened  muscle  juggling  the  thinly  cut  wood  carefully  as  he  captured  it  beneath  a  fanged  molar  ,  pushing  himself  off  the  white  wooden  frame  .

red  petals  continued  to  dwindle  among  the  air  ,  some  stomped  to  splinters  by  wandering  contenders  .  some  opting  to  train  themselves  or  prepare  techniques  for  a  soon  approaching  fight  .  likewise  —  the  boss’  struts  forward  ,  his  bravado  ever  present  as  he  carries  his  powerful  body  towards  the  soldier  .  his  massive  purple  mane  flaunting  &  adjusting  atop  his  shoulders  ,  caressing  his  skin  as  he  began  to  tut  ,  teeth  clicking  together  .

❝  you  promised  me  you’d  stop  doing  that  .  ❞  𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓  inserted  fluidly  .

his  ears  pinned  back  in  a  wince  as  he  saw  the  oncoming  strike  from  the  wooden  dummy  strapped  with  meager  cushioning  &  fraying  rope  .  its  wooden  appendages  spinning  &  groaning  as  it  slowly  went  back  idle  .  ❝  oooh  …  i  felt  that  one  .  ❞  𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓  continued  ,  coming  to  an  appropriate  halt  from  garen’s  bunched  up  form  .  still  appreciatively  in  a  fighting  stance  .

❝  it  is  like  they  say  though  …  ‘yer  a  fucking  tank  .  almost  makes  me  a  lil’  envious  .  ❞  his  ears  flick  forward  again  ,  rummaging  a  hand  through  his  fur  coat  briefly  .  he  managed  to  find  a  pocketed  roll  of  bandages  ,  tossing  it  towards  garen’s  way  .  ❝  it  ain’t  broken  .  they’re  specifically  meant  t’be  hammered  ‘n’  ransacked  …  don’t  get  me  started  on  how  many  times  i  punched  one  off  it’s  pended  leg  .  ❞

the  half  -  beast  cocks  his  head  to  the  side  ,  a  settled  smirk  on  his  face  .  ❝  don’t  get  blood  on  my  equipment  though  …  hate  to  have  ‘ya  on  ‘yer  knees  &  scrubbin’  .  ❞  he  joked  ,  moving  towards  a  seat  &  slouching  upon  it  .  he  made  a  face  at  the  constant  use  of  polite  mannerisms  ,  more  accustomed  to  the  rugged  obscenity  that  usually  came  with  talking  to  men  as  burly  as  a  crownguard  .  ❝  ughh  …  ‘nough  of  the  formalities  ,  y’  hear  ?  i  just  came  by  to  check  on  you  .  keep  trainin’  till’  your  bones  give  out  …  i  don’t  got  anywhere  to  send  you  to  .  don’t  let  my  bein’  ‘ere  stop  you  .  ❞  

memes / accepting / @pitgritted: you promised me you'd stop doing that.

The sweat dripping down his back and the burning in his arms anchored him as his fists collided with the dummy over and over. Sett's invitation to use the training ground while he was here had been a welcome one, a solo act of physical hardship was sometimes better than the training he did with his soldiers back home. Here he could get lost in his mind, letting just his body take over, gone was the armor, the burdens on his shoulders. In here he was a just a man, raw flesh and muscle with the only sounds being his grunts and the slamming of fists against relatively cushioned targets.

His knuckles were bruised, he knew that, and Garen was even aware he needed to slow down and yet by the time the dummy thwacked back into him after an impressive blow, all he could do was smile once the blood trickled down his own nose from just how hard the dummy had smacked him. Of course that smile immediately disappeared once Sett's voice rang out behind him. Garen turns, stone faced and breaths ragged so his shoulders rose and fall as he wipes at his nose.

" Apologies. I got a little into it . . . again. " He grumbles, his expression still neutral, though his gaze does soften an inch. " If it's broken I can pay for a new one. " Glancing back at the dummy, inspects it with his eyes before turning back to his host, grabbing for a nearby rag and wiping the sweat from his face. " Thank you again for letting me use this place. I find that I don't get a lot of training done whenever I visit anywhere that isn't home, it's a nice change of pace to be somewhere where the people love physical labors as much as I do. " It no doubt was the most honest and open he'd been with Sett since meeting the man, a fact that made the Demacian feel a little guilty.

Sett had been welcoming and forthright and yet Garen had a constant wall, a barrier set firmly in place between most people he met. He had often told himself that it was because of his life dedicated to duty and Demacia, but now? He wondered if there was just something wrong with him that he didn't allow himself to just relax fully and accept people at face value.

" Did you want the room? I can get out of your way. "

[demacianbrawn]

#DEMACIANBRAWN / an independent low activity & selective portrayal of GAREN CROWNGUARD of LEAGUE OF LEGENDS.

Written by DJ ( they/them ) / 28 ( blog is under HEAVY construction. )

a study in choosing family over duty, the burdens of said duty, the morality of the man beneath the armor, overcoming one's hypocrisy and biases, a brother's love, star-crossed romance, hiding emotions behind real and metaphorical armor, and toxic family trauma.

[essencefluxed]

where should you be kissed ?

cheek.

you are made of light. your cheeks hurt from grinning, sun-kissed and lifting in a bubbling laugh. you should be kissed there. and often. a reminder that you are a joy to be around, and that your smiling face is a gift.

Tagged by: I can’t remember it was a while ago

Tagging: @anomallis @prtector @fearsgod @demacianbrawn @venstm @witchcraftandburialdirt

[essencefluxed]

RULES: bold what applies - italicize sometimes. Repost, don’t reblog!

SUN • egotistical • melted wax wings and fingers • stretching sunburnt skin • the most generous soul • blood in the fruit • halos • anger on fire • high vitality • thunderous laughter • is pride really a sin? • halogenic aura

MERCURY • expansion of the mind • silver-tongued • an everlasting wanderer • polyglot • high dexterity • handwritten letters • innately critical • en vogue • eyes in the trees • hidden libraries • there’s always room for improvement

VENUS • in love with strangers • iridescent waters • love potions for your mirror • selfless devotion • shattering crystal • seafoam upon sand • the golden ratio • drowning in your own passion • material value & high principles • luring • plush lips

EARTH • fresh springs • tree hugger • we can start again tomorrow • a blazing rainforest • respects survival of the fittest • nature’s adversity • lazy bones • constantly evolving • flowers sprouting from wounds • a granite altar • fossilized remains

MOON • illusory • silver shimmer off the ocean • secrets and gossip • cycles of reincarnation • a crybaby • physically ethereal • shared glances with a stranger • cat eyes • mistrusting their intuition • fear is a prison • ornate magic wands

MARS • healthy competition • attraction and repulsion • magma and rubies • a blade being forged • wrath wrath wrath • malefic • intense eye contact • cannon fodder & fireworks • blood floods • copper taste on your tongue

JUPITER • red robes and a suit of armor • beacon of stability • leader by birth • thunderbolts and lightning • guilty but can’t stop • secret rich kid • golden touch golden tears • innate optimist • failure isn’t an option • constantly reaching for more • unfinished symphonies

SATURN • traditional • overbearing energy • a sculptor of reality • this existence is a karmic one • has a heart it’s just… way down deep • law, order & justice • avoid all necessary risk • the sound of shackles clanging • sisyphus’ struggle • grappling with the reality of time • self-governing

URANUS • psychedelic funk music • overflowing cups • a rebellion with skin • looking good in photo id • oblivious but caring • middle fingers in the air • double rainbows • icy diamond exterior • holographic • afraid of their own mediocrity • pearlescent smoke

NEPTUNE • an elegy for the lost • dissolving boundaries • white horses • the burden of mystical conditions • deceptive • escapism is their reality • a polarizing entity • artists soul • paranoia • searching for the unseen • a siren’s swan song

PLUTO • angel statues over graves • power • the cycle of necrosis • transformative • unfathomable depths • an ivory tower toppling over • screaming at the sky • violets and irises • eclipsed darkness • speaks with their shadow • sex, death, rebirth

tagged by: @anomallis Tagging: @prtector, @demacianbrawn, @cupcait, @taliswho

[essencefluxed]

( bold what applies. italicize what sometimes applies. repost, don’t reblog. )

DRACULA.－ cold to the touch. flickering light. cold breath upon your neck. billowing white gowns. midnight strolls. pearl trimmed bands. the fall from grace. indulging in your deepest desires. the fear of outsiders. dark imaginations. bloodstained sheets. something lurking in the shadows. the urge to run away. glowing eyes in the darkness. the scent of garlic. preying on the weak. the power to both bring and take life.

THE PICTURE OF DORIAN GREY. ー old bookshelves. kisses on the hand. a drug-induced stupor. the pursuit of pleasure. devotion to the finer things in life. prizing youth and beauty above all. paying the ultimate price. blood red errors painted over in white snow. breaking the heart of the one you love. losing what’s left of your humanity.

FRANKESTEIN. ー frantic sketches. the stench of something rotten. a scream from the woods. unorthodox beliefs. candles burning out. the crunch of leaves. dangerous knowledge. contemplating existence. the chill of winter in your bones. dark ambitions. prometheus reborn. the contrast between life and death.

THE COUNT OF MONTE CRISTO. ー false accusations. taking justice into your own hands. justice. elaborate schemes. playing upon others’ weaknesses. the solitude of the ocean. an ever-changing identity. an alienation from humanity. dissatisfaction in your life. escaping from prison.

Tagged by: @anomallis mwah mwah

Tagging: @windchaser @demacianbrawn @noxianvisions @witchcraftandburialdirt ( Abel ) @venstm ( Kayn )

[demacianbrawn]

#DEMACIANBRAWN / an independent low activity & selective portrayal of GAREN CROWNGUARD of LEAGUE OF LEGENDS.

Written by DJ ( they/them ) / 29 ( blog is under HEAVY construction. )

a study in choosing family over duty, the burdens of said duty, the morality of the man beneath the armor, overcoming one's hypocrisy and biases, a brother's love, star-crossed romance, hiding emotions behind real and metaphorical armor, and toxic family trauma.

First and foremost, the mun is named DJ, I use they/them pronouns and I’m 28 years old. I have been roleplaying on this website for over a decade now and I have seen pretty much every drama known to man on here. I will NOT be getting involved in whatever drama is unfolding in the RPC these days. I’m here to write my muse and enjoy myself. Because of this you will never see me reblog a call out. I don’t want to see them, though I will block if the person in question is truly dreadful / a predator, but I will not involve myself. In turn, I will also unfollow if you continuously spread call outs, I personally am not here to get involved in petty drama.

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I cannot stress this enough. Garen is not that great of a person even if he thinks he is. He has made mistakes, he is very bigoted towards mages, and while it is part of his character arc to move past and grow from this thanks to Lux, I will not sugarcoat how much of a hypocrite he is. If you're a puritan who can't handle nuanced characters and character growth or need every character to not be PROBLEMATIC!!!! Then do not follow me, this blog is not for you.

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I have tried to write Garen once before on my multi, but I have admittedly not given him much attention, thus making him a low activity solo blog.

When it comes to formatting I have grown past the need for fancy formatting, small text with a few bold and italic words here and there and maybe an icon, but that's it. You can format all you want, but I won't go all out and make anything crazily fancy.

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As I am very much over the age of eighteen, I will not be following blogs that are written by anyone below the age of 20. It’s just a personal preference and I apologize in advance for it. That being said, this blog may be NS//FW at times whether it be more adult themes or plain smut.

I love shipping, I love writing romance, I'm willing to write romantic relationships for Garen, but this will take some plotting as the ships will need to make sense within the lore of Runeterra.

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I’ll be the first to admit that I’m not the best at plotting. I have ideas here and there, but I’m actually way more better at continuing prompts or winging it. Please keep this in mind when you ask to plot.

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My discord is open for plotting and chatting but I will not write on there.