#league of legends sion

[league-of-skins]

Sion, the Undead Juggernaut

[aurelion-solar]

Noxus - Champion Illustration Summoner Icons

[thomas-jefferson-miku-binder]

i love Noxus as a region because it's one of the most well-done things riot has done with their universe. this is a nation that was born under the command of a ruthless man and so it learned to be just as ruthless to survive. it values strength yes, but also bravery and loyalty. noxus is always hungry because it grew up starving and this reflects so well in the narrative that was built and the characters that live there. take leblanc for example, she is objectively a terrible person—she is willing to do whatever it takes to achieve her goals. why she does it? because she is scared that same ruthless evil man comes back, because she was under his command; because she knows him. so she wears the evil he left behind. take riven, a character that was molded for war and excelled at it, who never thought about why she did things and simply did them because she's never known anything beyond it. yet she repents, she learns, she grieves, and learns her hands can do things beyond killing. from darius to briar, from cassiopeia to talon, there is such a rich story being told about dominance and censorship and betrayal, but also resistance and brotherhood and vulnerability. i really hope arcane (or its next counterpart) tackles this aspect in the future

[ohnoitstbskyen]

Ok this is a very specific question, but I don't play league and really have no intention of (as most I've watched arcane and won't go farther than that) but are there any characters or skins the invoke a gundam-esc aesthetic?

Oh yes, quite a few actually.

There's the Mecha skin line for the obvious pick, albeit that is more explicitly based on Pacific Rim than Gundam. It's all about the champions being rendered as giant robots battling Kaiju in a near-modern sci-fi setting:

And then there's the Lancer skin line, which is now discontinued, which drew from Gundam aesthetics among other things, mixing it in with a nominally medieval tech-level setting where the mechs are seen as protector gods or destroyers of the world:

And finally there's Mecha Kingdoms, which sort of tried to combine the two previous skin lines. Like Mecha, it's centered around heroes using giant robots to fight horrible kaiju monsters and protect the world, and like Lancer it's set in a medieval fantasy setting, except this time it's a Wuxia-based world rather than European medieval:

[avellanaslesbianas]

Noxians! Funny bunch

[phalanxus]

Someone asked for me to add their interaction to this. It fits surprisingly well!

[krishmiisa]

girlie having a treat💞

[league-of-blorbos]

At least to me, the skins we've seen so far this year have mostly looked pretty boring (except you, Forseen Yasuo) so I'm just gonna yell into the void about skin ideas I wanna see and if Riot ever makes one of these I can use them for plagiarism jk lmao

INKSHADOW HWEI cmon we all know the effects would look so cool, just let it happen

CAFE CUTIES SION but the furnace in his stomach is an easy-bake oven

HIGH NOON RELL or just any Rell skin pls it's been so long she's starving

BEE GNAR where the little form is in a bee onesie like the other Yordles but the mega form is a giant swarm of bees in the shape of a monster, think something like the pokemon Wishiwashi

STAR GUARDIAN KAYN AND STAR NEMESIS RHAAST how the fuck has the anime-ripoff champion not been in the anime-ripoff skinline yet?

SPACE GROOVE ZILEAN just turn Groovy Zilean into a Space Groove skin when he gets his asu in the next 40 years, it'd also be a cool way to finally officially reference the dancing Zilean meme!

ODYSSEY YONE AND JARVAN IV cmon Riot they're right there and they would finally be Odyssey skins that connect back to the original batch that everyone got attached to pls just DO IT

FAERIE COURT UDYR where his stances represent the 4 seasons like he's the avatar of this universe, and put this manly man in some pretty pinks for goodness sake!

STREET DEMONS EVELYNN who uses her tendrils as brushes but just paints lewd art on the sides of buildings

SUGAR RUSH BRIAR (or maybe Cafe Cuties) where her pillory is half a donut and when she's frenzied she gets jelly all over the place

THIS ASTRONAUT ILLAOI CONCEPT RIOT MADE specifically speaks to me and all the old sci-fi b movies I watched growing up, would love to see a whole skinline take this cheesy cosmic horror aesthetic

[uranusgallery]

「 League of Legends 」

[ Random Cute Icons :: Sonwooang Edition ]

Se usar, favor, creditar @UranusMang

Fanarts by: @Sonwooang

[strudelknight]

I drew a little Sion (from League of Legends) for a fanart contest

[mmani-e]

Had an idea at work and drew my two mains in league of legend, Velokojnic and Sion

[aurelion-solar]

Champion Unit Art - Battle of the Golden Spatula (CN TFT)

[falloutbart]

This hunger, it gnaws. The quiet, eats at me. What am I?

[alain-the-noxian]

BROKEN CHAINS | CHAPTER 1 | PART 2

— Noxus... — Sion repeated, as if testing the word in his mouth. — I... don’t remember. — His gaze drifted to the soul furnace in his abdomen, and Sion seemed to lose himself in thought.

— Noxus, sir, don’t you... remember? —

The human pulled back his hood to reveal the Noxian emblem reflecting the reddish light, showing its silhouette resembling a wolf's skull. One that Sion must have seen on hundreds of flags throughout his battles, where he only remembers the action, the combat, that which makes him feel alive.

Sion looked at the Noxian emblem on Alan's hood, and for a moment, his expression froze. The reddish light from the soul furnace reflected on the symbol, making it appear as if it were burning. Sion seemed hypnotized by the image, his gaze fixed on the wolf skull.

Suddenly, Sion stood up, his chains and shackles clinking loudly. He approached Alan, his face close to the young man, and his voice was a low growl.

— Noxtorrah — Sion whispered, as if memories were passing through his mind. His gaze shifted back to the emblem and then to Alan. For a moment, it seemed like Sion was about to remember something, but then his expression faded, returning to the same empty look.

Sion stopped, as if he were waiting for something. His chest rose and fell with a steady rhythm, and his gaze remained fixed on Alan. He seemed to be waiting for the young man to say something more, to help him remember.

The human looked at the poor man with a hint of pity, who did not remember his story at all. Quickly, with the tip of his finger, he began to draw the map of the continent they lived on in a pile of ash and bones. From there, he traced the borders of Noxus.

Sion looked at the map drawn on the ground, his gaze following the borders of Noxus. He seemed to be studying the image, trying to remember something. His expression was one of concentration, as if he were trying to unearth a deeply buried memory.

— It is our empire where we were born; it has thousands of years of history. It has expanded through many battles, giving opportunities to those who have the chance to show their mighty, vision, or audacity. Many of those battles were thanks to you. —

Sion stopped, his gaze fixed on a point on the map. His face contorted into an expression of confusion and frustration, as if he were trying to remember something that eluded him.

He leaned closer to the map, his finger tracing the outline of Noxus. Suddenly, he paused at a specific point, and his gaze became intense. It seemed he was recalling something, but he wasn't sure.

— Battles... — Sion murmured, his voice low and raspy. — I remember... the battle. The noise, the fire, the blood... — He stopped, his gaze lost in the void. — But I don't remember... why. —

The young man, whose heart he had sworn to give to Noxus, felt a pang of sorrow in his chest upon seeing the colossus unable to recall anything about why he was still kept alive. But he didn’t want to be condescending, knowing who he was dealing with.

— The why... depends on each person. My mother and I were slaves in a small kingdom before it was conquered by Noxus. When we united, we were given our freedom. Being able to live with my mother, knowing she would be okay, is what makes me fight for Noxus. Although... I haven’t been in as many battles as I’d like. I apologize if that’s not a clear answer. —

Sion listened intently to the young man, his gaze fixed on him. He seemed to absorb every word, trying to understand the reason behind Alan's loyalty to Noxus. When the young man mentioned his mother and their freedom, Sion paused, his expression softening slightly.

The mention of freedom seemed to resonate with Sion, and for a moment, his gaze shifted to the soul furnace in his abdomen. He appeared to be remembering something, but he wasn’t sure.

— No... it’s not a confusing answer — Sion said slowly, his voice a bit softer. — I understand... freedom. The battle... is for something. But... why did I fight? — Sion stopped, his gaze returning to Alan, his brow furrowing with anger. — Why do they keep me alive? —

— There was one night when the king of Demacia and his army cornered an entire battalion inside a fortress. —

As the young man spoke, he began to draw in the dirt to better tell his story.

— They sought to resist for as long as they could, but you wanted to attack before it was too late. You fought against the squad leader, decimated him, and gave the order to attack. They all charged into battle, and thanks to that, even though no one from the battalion stood afterward, you ended the life of the King of Demacia, our empire’s greatest enemy. That was an act of bravery but also one that came with great sacrifice... Why would you have done it? —

Sion stared at the drawings in the dirt, his gaze following the story Alan was telling. The mention of the battle and the king of Demacia seemed to awaken something within him, and his expression grew more intense.

When Alan mentioned the act of bravery and the great sacrifice, Sion stopped, his gaze fixed on the drawing of the fallen king of Demacia. For a moment, it seemed that Sion was remembering something, but he wasn't sure.

— The king... of Demacia, I killed him… — Sion murmured, his voice low and raspy. A macabre smile appeared behind the spikes of his crown, but suddenly, it faded away. — Why? — Sion stopped, his gaze returning to Alan. — For freedom? For Noxus? — He seemed to be searching for answers, trying to understand his own past.

Suddenly, Sion stood up, his gaze fixed on the soul furnace in his abdomen. — The fire... the pain... the battle — he murmured, his voice slowly beginning to ignite. — Yes... I remember. I did it for... the thrill of battle. For the feeling of being alive. — Sion paused, his gaze returning to Alan, like a weak flame, slowly extinguishing. — But... at what cost? —

— I think living... is very expensive… — Alan grabbed his shoulder, looking down to the side. Sion nodded slowly, as if he were beginning to understand something.

 — Every day that passes, no matter how much, the images of the pain my mother and I went through resurface. Even in my moments of greatest joy, the pain can arise. Staying alive is difficult; it’s a constant struggle where one only seeks to chase those traces of emotion. Perhaps that sorrow isn't there when you fight… —

Sion listened attentively to Alan, his gaze fixed on him. He seemed to absorb every word, trying to understand the weight of human emotions.

— The pain... the struggle — Sion murmured, his voice low and raspy. — Yes... I understand. The battle... is a way to escape. To forget. — Sion paused, his gaze returning to Alan. — But... what comes after the battle? What happens when the pain returns? —

Sion sat down again, his gaze fixed on the ground. He seemed to be reflecting on his own emotions, trying to understand the cost of his own existence. The flame of the soul furnace in his abdomen seemed to dance with greater intensity, as if reflecting the emotional storm Sion was experiencing.

The human stood up and decided to sit next to Sion, to accompany him in his questioning.

— Perhaps what remains is the outcome. The feeling that every moment counts, even if it escapes our memory; the result of that battle that will allow others to be free, like my mother. Even if one day I can no longer see the aftermath. —

Sion looked at Alan, his expression softening slightly upon seeing the young man sit beside him. The proximity seemed to make Sion feel more comfortable, more connected to the human.

— The outcome... of my fight — Sion repeated, his voice a bit clearer. — Yes... that’s true. The freedom... of others — Sion looked at the soul furnace in his abdomen, and for a moment, it seemed that the flame stabilized, as if reflecting a sense of peace.

Sion turned to Alan, his gaze fixed on him. — You’ve made me remember... that my struggle... was not in vain. —

Sion paused, his gaze lost in the void. For a moment, it seemed he was recalling something, something that gave him a sense of purpose. Then, his gaze returned to Alan, and Sion nodded slowly.

— Yes... I will continue fighting. For the freedom... of others. —

The human thought in silence for a moment, but then looked back at him.

— But I feel... that it’s not fair. It’s not fair... that you have to give your life so many times, that you are condemned to carry this weight so that others remember a past victory. —

Sion looked at Alan, his expression softening even more. The compassion in the young man's voice seemed to touch something deep within him.

— No... it’s not fair — Sion repeated, his voice filled with emotion. — It’s not fair... that I have to carry this weight. — Sion paused, his gaze fixed on the soul furnace in his abdomen. For a moment, it seemed he was struggling against something, against the fate that had been imposed on him. Sion turned to Alan, his gaze intense. — But... what else can I do? I am a warrior... an instrument of war. I don’t know how to do anything else. — Sion paused, his voice breaking slightly. — I don’t know who I am... without the battle. —

The flame of the soul furnace seemed to dance with greater intensity, as if reflecting Sion's internal struggle. His gaze shifted to Alan, searching for something, anything that could help him find a purpose beyond the battle.

— I would give my heart for Noxus; I truly love our empire. But the main reason why is that it gives me the freedom to choose, to be, to feel... The self outside of combat is what fuels the self within battles, not just my love for my mother or my people. Being trapped like this will never help you complete yourself... That’s what I believe... Even if they say you’re dangerous. —

Sion listened attentively to Alan, his gaze fixed on him. The young man's words seemed to resonate deeply within him, as if awakening something that had been asleep for a long time.

— The freedom... to choose, to be, to feel — Sion repeated, his voice filled with longing, his breath quickening. — No... I don’t remember it. Only in battle, only in forgetfulness. — Sion paused, his gaze fixed on the ground. For a moment, it seemed he was struggling against the chains that held him prisoner, not just the physical ones. — Complete... — Sion murmured, his voice barely audible. — I want to know... I want to feel something more than battle, if it... exists. —

The flame of the soul furnace seemed to diminish in intensity, as if reflecting Sion's uncertainty. His gaze turned to Alan, seeking guidance, seeking hope.

Alan leaned slightly against a wall to stand, slowly passing his hand over Sion's scarred shoulder. He hoped the boldness wouldn’t upset him, attentive to his expression.

Sion tensed slightly at the feeling of Alan's hand on his shoulder but did not move. His gaze shifted to the hand, and then to Alan, trying to understand the gesture.

Sion's expression softened, and he seemed to accept the touch. He even appeared to find a bit of comfort in it.

— People want to remember you as the face of a statue, frozen in time; they want to pretend that the you of now, which they themselves built, doesn’t exist unless it’s needed it in battle. I don’t understand... how Noxus can betray their own principles like this. —

— Noxus... has changed — Sion murmured, his voice filled with sadness. — It’s no longer the kingdom I knew. It’s no longer the kingdom I fought to fight for. — Sion paused, his gaze fixed on the ground. — They have given me a life I did not ask for, turned me into a tool, into a weapon. I am nothing more than a memory, a symbol of a bygone era. —

The flame of the soul furnace seemed to diminish even more, as if reflecting Sion's resignation. His gaze turned to Alan, searching for something, anything that could help him find a purpose beyond the battle, beyond the manipulation.

— You are not a memory... You are here with me. Regardless of how they want to categorize you, as long as you can think, you still exist... even if it hurts and is confusing. — Alan looked into Sion's glowing eyes. — Something drew me to come here, knowing that this statue was not your true self, that to find it I had to descend. — Alan sighed, as his love for his people, his disappointment, and anger intertwined. — I wish I could do something more... to make you feel better... —

Sion looked into Alan's eyes, and for a moment, it seemed he was seeing something beyond the darkness surrounding him. Alan's gaze seemed to penetrate his soul, and Sion felt seen, truly seen, for the first time in a long time.

— To exist... hurts — Sion murmured, his voice barely audible. — To think, to remember... it hurts, in a way that no scar has ever made me feel. — Sion paused, his gaze fixed on Alan's eyes. — But... it’s better than feeling nothing. — Sion slowly stood up, his gaze never leaving Alan. — It’s nice to know that you believe there is something more in me. —

The flame of the soul furnace seemed to increase in intensity, as if reflecting the hope Sion felt. His gaze turned to Alan, and Sion extended his hand, as if asking for help, as if asking to be pulled from the darkness.

Alan reached out his hand next to Sion's, standing face to face. The pink glow illuminated Alan's green eyes, which admired the person not only for who he was but for who Sion is today, bearing the burden of a tragic life.

— It’s nice to know that one is not alone in suffering. At least, we don’t have to do it alone anymore. —

Sion looked at Alan's hand, then at his face, and for a moment, it seemed he was seeing someone who truly understood him. Alan's gaze seemed to fill the void that Sion felt inside with warmth.

— No... I am not alone — Sion murmured, almost inaudible.

The flame of the soul furnace seemed to stabilize, as if reflecting the sense of peace Sion felt at that moment. His gaze turned to Alan, and Sion smiled slightly, a weak but genuine smile.

— I am grateful for this encounter — he whispered weakly.

— You don’t have to thank me; I... I think I am the one who had the honor of meeting you in person. —

Alan noticed a drop falling from the ceiling of the dungeon that he hadn’t noticed before. When he turned his gaze, he saw a large grate in the floor.

— If you want me to leave, I could go through there; it must be unusual to see someone talking down here... —

Sion looked at the drop of water falling from the ceiling and then at the grate in the floor, and his gaze turned back to Alan.

— No, don’t go — Sion said, his voice imperative, trying to hide his urgency.

Sion approached the grate and stared at it, as if considering something. — I can go with you — Sion said, his voice filled with determination. — I can get out of here... with you. —

The flame of the soul furnace seemed to increase in intensity, as if reflecting Sion's hope and determination. His gaze turned to Alan, and Sion extended his palm. Alan placed his hands over Sion's, hearing the possibility of leaving together. He directed his gaze toward him with a slight smile, along with a long sigh, finding a glimmer of hope that perhaps they could escape from there alive.

— Do you know a way we could get out together? —

Sion looked at Alan's hands over his own and smiled slightly, a weak but hopeful smile.

— Yes... I know a way — Sion said, his voice filled with determination. — The grate... leads to a tunnel. A tunnel that goes outside the city. — Sion paused, his gaze fixed on Alan. — I warn you, it’s dangerous. There are guards, traps... if something happens, I don’t know if I can control my... condition. — Sion stopped, his gaze drifting to the soul furnace in his abdomen. — Are you willing to take the risk...? — Sion said, biting his tongue, as if he had said that incomplete sentence.

— Of course I am. But we’ll need to open the duct so you can pass to the wider part; maybe with a few hits from you, we could create a little more space, although that could make a lot of noise. —

Sion nodded, his gaze fixed on the grate.

— Yes, I can do it — he said, his voice filled with determination. — I can’t guarantee that the guards won’t hear it. — Sion approached the grate and examined it, looking for the weakest point. Then, with a swift and precise movement, he struck the grate with his fist, causing the metal closing the grate to shatter. 

— See? I can do it — Sion said, smiling slightly. Sion paused, his gaze drifting back to Alan. — You’d better get ready — he expressed, his voice filled with emotion.

Alan nodded, lifting the grate with his arms, unlocking a trigger with his hands where Sion couldn reach by his own. Sion finished moving the grate aside: now he had to break through the solid walls leading to the larger duct.

— Ready Sion, whenever you want... —

Sion looked at Alan, then at the cleared hole. He took a deep breath, and with a shout of effort, he struck the rock and steel reinforcing it with his fist, causing it to deform even more and open a little wider.

The sound of the blow resonated in the dungeon, and Sion stopped, listening intently to see if he had alerted the guards. But nothing was heard.

Sion turned to Alan and nodded.

— One more hit — he said, his voice filled with determination. — And we should be able to pass. —

Sion prepared to strike again, his fist ready to deliver the final blow. The flame of the soul furnace in his abdomen seemed to dance with excitement, as if eager to escape the dungeon.

Alan moved to stand behind Sion, giving space for the opening he needed.

— It’s our chance... — he whispered.

Sion nodded, his gaze fixed on the hole. He took a deep breath, and with a shout of effort, he struck the rock floor and some metal with his fist, causing it to open completely.

The sound of the blow resonated in the dungeon, and Sion paused, listening intently. But only silence was heard.

Sion turned to Alan and smiled slightly.

— Let’s go — he said, his voice filled with emotion. — It’s time to get out of this hole. —

Sion crouched and entered the hole, his large body barely fitting in the space. But with effort, he managed to pass through and found himself in a narrow, dark tunnel.

Sion stopped, waiting for Alan.

— Come... — he said, his voice filled with urgency. — We need to get out of here now. —

Alan took a piece of the rusty iron grate that was loose and strapped it to his back like an improvised sword.

— Catch me, Sion, here I go — he whispered, letting the echo reach Sion’s ears.

Alan descended the tunnel with his arms open, expecting to land in Sion’s hands to stop his fall.

Sion extended his arms and caught Alan, halting his descent. He held him tightly, feeling the weight of his body in his arms.

Sion looked toward the dark opening of the tunnel and listened carefully. Silence was only interrupted by the flow of the black waters that inhabited that hideout. Sion turned to Alan and smiled slightly. — Let’s go — he said, his voice filled with determination.

Sion began to move through the tunnel, with Alan in his arms. The tunnel was narrow and dark, but Sion knew the way. He had been there before, in his dreams.

The flame of the soul furnace in his abdomen seemed to dance with excitement, as if guiding them toward freedom.

Alan tried to cover the blush he felt being in Sion’s arms with the collar of his tunic, but it wasn’t the time to get distracted. He looked around; bones peeked through the fetid waters, and some rats swam by. It was understandable that Sion knew the tunnels; he probably had trapped in his furnace the souls of some people floating there, who had been less fortunate than Alan. Suddenly, his skin went from flushed to pale just thinking about it. Luckily, the reddish color of the necromancy smoke made him blend in quite well.

— Did you say there are traps here? —

Sion nodded, his gaze fixed on the path ahead. — Yes, there are traps — he said, his voice low and serious. — And not just traps. There are... things that live in the dark. Soulless creatures... But I shouldn’t fight now. —

— Why not? — Alan asked, only to be interrupted quickly.

— Shh, listen... — Sion halted his large steps, looking into the darkness ahead. A sound of dripping water and the movement of rats could be heard in the distance, but also something else. A sound of footsteps, light and cautious, as if someone or something was approaching. Sion looked at Alan, his expression serious. — We need to keep going — he said. — And fast. We don’t want to get caught down here. —

NEXT CHAPTER NEXT WEEK!

[greenyyx]

the beauty and the beast (you guys decide who is who)

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[phalanxus]

Hi there!