#offsct

[battlcdance]

💋 from the birb !!

send 💋 for a kiss on the lips // *not accepting. ( @offsct )

it was raining. the beautiful sort of rain, one that entailed spring and the new - life that came with it, a cleansing sort of drizzle that meant fresh starts and NEW BEGINNINGS. and as that large, golden wing guards the two of them from the downing precipitation of this warm season day he closes his eyes, enjoying the warmth of this presence next to him, of that hand entwined with his own, of that wonderful feeling of being LOVED.

the golden - being opens those eyes to a shift beside him, and he glances to his heart - light as he lifts her fingers with his own, putting them upon his lips as he begins to speak, a caressing sort of inflection that echoes his comfort, his care. perhaps it is the rain that makes him speak out of impulse, of instinctual want as he looks back to the hushed forest that sang with the weather.

     “ how about you run away with me, Xayah ? we could run far far away and never look back, and i’d kiss you awake every morning as you complain about how i cling too much during my sleep, and our children will clamor around us for their own morning kiss from their mother and we could be happy. ”

she opens those lips to speak, but he hushes her as he places a soft, warm kiss upon her cheek before putting them upon her lips, a soft smile upon his face as he shakes his head, a look of understanding brimming his bittersweet gaze, his wishes for her safety, for the lifting of her responsibilities and burden going unsaid in the pit of his stomach.

     “ but i’m already happy being here with you, miela, i am already happy. i just want you to be safe. ”

[shxdowborne]

if ur bored in class anyways — give us a full description of crux’s appearance

Crux is a pale skinned man, standing 6′2″ ( 1.97m ) tall. Neck length hair has been tied into a short wolf tail with one bang drooping over one eye; both scarlet red. A tattoo pans the entire left side of his face, inked in black: the Noxian Brand of Exile. Usually, Noxus gives said brand to those lower than the weak; those not even deemed worthy for the execution– disgraces upon the country. He had it etched after becoming one of Zed’s first disciples.

On terms of physicality, years of rigorous martial arts training has honed the man’s body to near peak capability with multiple scars. Upon his deltoids, and spanning across his shoulder blades are shadowy tattoos etched into his skin; a practice all of the students in the Order of Shadow take part in.

His armor? Similar to his master’s, save he does not wear the full mask. Instead he dons an iron look-alike only covering his nose and mouth. A dark red scarf wraps around his shoulders and serves as a cowl. 

He dons thin armor, arming himself with kunai knives (one he has attached to a chain for special purposes) along his belt, as well as his signature curved short-sword and one large serrated shuriken mantled upon his upper back. He leaves his left shoulder exposed, save a black sleeve covering up part of his tattoo.

I took days to write this so uhhh I tried?

[foxfircd]

@tnkts the rogue assassin, for once, shamelessly leans closer to the vastayan, pressing her lips against the other's left cheek in a brief kiss. ❛ put your attention here, stupid fox. ❜

@offsct  ❛ hey. give me attention. ❜ the rapper approached the kumiho , tip - toeing slightly to give the half - fox a shy peck on her rosy cheek.

       EARS PERK UP, twitching curiously as she’s approached by not one but two differing akalis -- they look similar enough yet confusion sweeps over the vastayan’s face as she all but stops functioning for a moment, kisses placed on either side of her face.

      ❝ one of you did not call me stupid, so i can assume that this is not my akali. i would question this -- though i am aware the magic of runeterra works in vastly strange ways... ❞

      the fox places a finger to her lips in thought for a moment before her hands come up to rest on either of the other women’s cheeks with a smirk.

       ❝ now, i suppose the question is: who shall i give my attention to. ❞

[eciled-moved]

@offsct​ has an audience with the Exile ( closed starter / plotted. )

The First Lands.

Riven has been in Ionia for years, now, and even though she could never forget the jagged & jutting terrain that was her Motherland, it was dulling memories compared to the sweeping canvas of forests & ocean she’s grown used to. In a way  — she calls this home.

Yet.

 Despite how her heart has learned to love Ionia, she never dared herself to be this close to the Placidium. Her reasoning was rooted in weariness; if she tread on the very grounds Noxus so coveted, was she defiling something sacred? And if she had went and soldiers recognized her, what would she do? 

The answer is elusive. Even now, with Karma’s blessing, even with the cover of nightfall and a private route...Riven hesitates on the doorstep, her hand hovering over the wood as if a single knock would break the whole door in. 

‘ your idea, Karma  —  it is risky. ‘

‘ yes. ‘

‘ very risky. ‘

‘ yes. ‘

‘ then why do you bid me to go? she may not respond favorably to me. ‘

‘ perhaps, but you may also deny yourself an ally for the rest of your life if you let your past keep holding you back. ‘

Riven’s brow furrows. She knocks on the door, ignoring her wild, thumping heart. 

[bladesurgence]

five times kissed - akali ( or whoever you want !! )

i.

Irelia reaches for one of her blades, wiping it along the dew-stained grass. “You fought well today.”

Beside her, sitting with legs crossed, Akali turns. “That’s all you got today? No moral commentary? No lecture of justice?”

“To do so would take away the value of your efforts.” Irelia shakes her head, letting a smile glide across her lips. “Teachers can learn, too. And I’ve learned to be a little more grateful.”

Akali looks like she’s trying her best to resist rolling her eyes. “You’re impossible.”

Tilting her head, Irelia inches a little closer, her smile growing wider. “You want to repeat that?”

She lowers her face mask. “Impossible. I don’t know what to do with you.”

For a moment Irelia finds herself drawn to the curve of Akali’s lips, a lovely shape that she sees far less than she would like. “Maybe work together with me, again.” She pauses, waiting for Akali’s reaction. She doesn’t seem to reject it. “That way, you’ll have more time to figure out.”

“For all the times you scold me, you don’t want to let me go.”

Irelia hesitates, her playfulness vanishing from her face. “I...”

Akali leans forward, tilting Irelia’s chin up, and kisses her. “I’ll consider it.”

ii.

Jumping backwards to dodge an enemy’s strike, Irelia meets their blade with her own, launching her other blades forward to send them flying. She continues to pace back until she feels a familiar presence - Akali. Their attackers, a strange masked group all dressed in white, begin to close in on them at every angle, but it’s an empty victory. Irelia feels like she could hold these floundering fighters off for hours.

“We’ll have to break through eventually,” Akali notes, whirling her kamas.

Irelia nods. “Meet at the front portico in ten?”

“Make it five if you don’t want to be left behind.”

She should not be so captivating in the middle of a battlefield. Irelia leans back, tugging at Akali’s arm. “A kiss then, for good luck?”

Maybe it’s that Kinkou training, Irelia thinks, as she feels Akali next to her one second, and across the room the next, that lets her do that.

iii.

So that’s what the full tattoo looks like.

Akali stretches her arms out, letting her shirt fall to the floor. From Irelia’s place on the bed she can see how the ink flows across the curvature of her back, how the muscles of her shoulders run down her body like mountain ridges.

When Akali turns around, Irelia figures the front is an equally impressive view.

Her breath catches in her throat when Akali pounces onto the bed, sidling up to her like a lioness corners her prey. Akali’s hands graze over her stomach, along her chest, grasping at her neck, and then...

Oh, she thinks, as Akali’s lips mark her jaw. That’s good.

iv.

It’s not the first time Akali has said goodbye to her on the balcony outside her bedroom.

“You know you can’t keep me leashed here forever, right?”

Irelia sighs, hands clasped behind her back. She isn’t appealing to one of the councilors, but she can’t help but hold on to that formality when she doesn’t know what to do. She joins Akali in looking over the Placidium, the road out of the capital lit by dozen of lanterns. One winter day, a couple of years ago, she’d let Akali in along that road.

Now, she’ll leave on that same path.

“I’d never try to restrain you.” It’s exactly that free spirit that draws Irelia to her. Hoping to pin it down would be like trying to give a shape to the wind. But Irelia can’t help but feel that she would like that spirit closer to her. Closer to her heart.

“My travels brought me here,” Akali explains, throwing her legs to hang over the balcony’s ledge. “And they’ll bring me all over Ionia. If things work out, they’ll bring me here again.”

Instead of a response, Irelia comes up from behind Akali, throwing her arms around her waist. She still stiffens at her touch - even after all this time - but quickly learns to relax, leaning her head against Irelia’s.

“I’ll be waiting.”

“The last thing I need is sentimentality from you, Captain.” Akali swivels around, and Irelia knows what she’s looking for. So she leans forward, standing on her toes to reach her, and takes Akali’s face in her hands. Their kiss is fervent against the night air, fire and ice, a crossing of loyalties. It’s a peculiar balance, but Irelia embraces it all the same.

“Goodbye, my silverfang.”

v.

Even the trailblazers of rap need time to cool down.

Irelia may go days without seeing Akali, but it only makes their meetings more memorable. Tonight, when she hears a knock on the door of her hotel room, it’s an exhausted Akali, every ounce of effort spent energizing K/DA’s fans. She almost collapses into Irelia’s arms before she can even close the door, and Irelia makes a prompt relocation to the sofa in front of the TV.

“You were wonderful, Akali.”

Akali tugs at her jacket, and Irelia helps pulls it off. She finds Akali’s arms thrown around her, taking in her warmth, and she opens herself to her, hands stroking Akali’s hair.

“Every concert, I always think about how lucky we are.” Akali lets out a contented sigh as she rests her head against Irelia’s shoulder. “Our backgrounds, so different... and yet we still can come together and inspire people like that.”

“You put in all the hard work,” Irelia points out. “I can’t think of anyone who deserves it more than you girls.”

Akali raises her head up high enough to place a kiss on Irelia’s cheek. “Oh, I can think of one person.”

[fxlgurkinesis]

offsct replied to your post: i’ve had a lot of sad musings today – so here’s...

quinn && lux !!! having a picnic at like a really good spot quinn knows !!!!! demacian pureness aaaaaaa

!!!!! i’m so soft for this mental image omg 😭 it’s so pure my heart -- lux brings a bunch of sandwhiches and just follows along. she even makes sure to pack something for valor to eat because they’re just as important a picnic guest

[essence-flux-primed]

+ !! ( while im working on that ezlux draft hahah )

free kisses!

✧— It’s always a struggle, being around her. Whether they’re in battle together or just crossing path somewhere in the universe, it’s always been difficult to hold himself back from reaching out to touch her hair or the soft curve of her cheek. So that’s why, after sitting together after all this time, listening to her talk and admitting to things he’d never tell his sisters (why is he here? he’s no good as a star guardian), it’s hard to think of consequence, or tomorrow, or anything but her. 

     “……!” A sharp intake of breath as he realises she’s looking at him, asking what’s on his mind, why he went quiet all of a sudden. “I … it’s nothing. Just…” His gaze shifts to hers, searching her face with questions all over his. After a moment, they all smooth over and Ezreal’s lips tug upwards in a lopsided grin. In the light of the moon, apart from (almost) all of his connections to his team, his voice drops an octave. He sounds sombre now. Mature. “Your eyes really do shine like starlight.”

     A pause, a blink, and a parting of his lips before Ezreal leans in a little closer, as if in a dream. He can’t be the only one who feels this way, right? Who feels this connection? Everyone else feels like they belong, like they’re enough, but him and Lux…

     “I knew it. The moment I saw you. That’s why I…” A trembling breath. They’re so close now, and as his palm covers hers, Ezreal searches for signs of resistance. Finding none, he continues. “That’s why I gave you that nickname.” His lips brush hers as he says it; “Starlight.”

      And his mouth is on hers, so soft and hopeful, and his free hand cups her cheek, and his breath hitches like he’s about to cry, but even when he breaks the kiss he keeps them close, nose next to hers and foreheads together, eyes gazing into hers. He doesn’t speak, but his expression is full of everything he can’t bring himself to say.

[lightshielded]

lux! (champ ratings)

prompt / champion ratings

answered here !

[wars-shadow]

👁‍🗨 - irelia.

First Impressions || Accepting

Beauty

Beauty in its truest form. Harsh, true, precise, bloodthirsty. This woman was a vision of war. A goddess of war. And her blades, ahh how they dance, how they sing as they rend and tear through venerable flesh.

Vision of war may your beauty never cease, may your fire never splutter or fade through weariness or fright.  Let your blades always strike firmly, mercilessly, and true.

For even when surrounded by these invaders of the wrenched lands you shall never know defeat nor fear. For wherever your blades fly this Spector of War is sure to follow.

Forever at your aid to decimate the enemy’s ranks.

[lncaendia]

five times kissed ( idk how but irelia? )

»send me “five times kissed” to have me write a drabble about five times our muses kissed. (all separate asks are au of each other, of course.)

The first time she kisses you, it is chaste. It is hard to say if it even is affectionate. It is her expression of gratitude, as she has also knelt before you and touched the dirt before your feet. With an excited fervor, the Duchess thanks you for the immense courage and love for your country that you have shown. She kisses both of your cheeks, and seals it with a light peck to your lips. She smiles to you, and asks if you would consider keeping in touch. 

The second time she kisses you, she’s learned of your dancing, before the war happened. You shared your style with her, as she shared hers with you. So different are you in your steps, but the flow of your form - it is nearly the same. You are both marveled and entranced at each other’s movements. When you find yourself dancing alongside her, she spins gracefully into you, and pecks your lips again, stopping your dance short. Backwards, she walks away, a coy smile spreading on her lips. She thinks she’s charmed you.

The third time she kisses you, it is after a long talk about the future. You find that your stance on unifying the powers and turning Ionia’s strength into a force to be reckoned with falls in line with her own stances. Though the Grand Duchess keeps her ambitions shrouded in smoke, she has suggested to you a directive. At the slightest sign of you finding her suggestions valuable, she grabs your face and pulls you in to an excited kiss. You know not why, but you do know that you’ve pleased her beyond measure.

The fourth time she kisses you, you’ve been invited for an evening’s drink. While the wine she serves is far different from the kind you are used to, you find it to be strong and well flavoured. She thanks you for your time, with eyes lidded in admiration for you. Leaning forward, her fingers curl and run down a lock of your hair, which she finds rather pretty. Your eyes meet, and your lips follow. 

The fifth time she kisses you, she means it. There is no mistake in the way she pulls you inward to an embrace, no forgetting the way her hand directs you to her by the chin. With this one, she has laid claim on you, as your conqueror. 

[hitenstyled]

“ spreading the word to all irelias: akali’s a bottom. ”

   “ A bottom she is, indeed. “

[shxdowborne]

offsct replied to your post: ... fuck yes - u kno who dis is

KEEP IT IN UR PANTS

LISTEN--- I am a SANE, PURE being

[battlcdance]

!!!!!! irelia + rakan

IF THEY HAD A KID … // *closed. ( @offsct / @dancisto )

LAI, the METALBENDER, reared by Rakan, born by Irelia.

NAME.

      XAN LAI, surname from his mother, his given name derived from the vietnamese word ‘ kim loại ‘ or ‘ metal, ‘ thought of by Irelia in the hopes that he grows to be a strong child that is as determined and earthbound as the metal that her blades are made with. now that the child has grown, however, perhaps he is a bit more timid than what his parents would have originally thought. 

GENDER.

     MALE, a son of Irelia and, hopefully, one that can help revive her family line.

APPEARANCE.

     a boy with strikingly BLUE eyes and even stranger light-blue hair, his peachy skin is constantly flushed with emotion, his large, down-turned eyes are constantly wide and watery, red-rimmed with tears that are constantly on the edge of being shed. his thick, well-defined brows are constantly furrowed, and his flat nose is petite. his lips are round and chafed from the constant worrying of his teeth, lining a small mouth. his ears are gently curved and folded at the ends, but are overall quite human-like, pierced through with a small bit of silver. his hair is silk-like, reaching his shoulders when put down but is often tied by by another bit of silver in the shape of a ring. he looks quite constantly tired, if the subtle bags under his eyes or the dryness of his lips are any hints to go by.

the child is petite in stature as well, barely standing to Rakan’s shoulder. his back is constantly hunched over from his timid posture, and his fingers are lined with rugged fingernails from his habit of biting them. his limbs are constantly fidgeting, a side-effect of his NERVOUS nature, his hands dancing along his arms, or perhaps his legs shaking in a jitter when he is seated. his attire is mainly from Irelia’s wardrobe, dressed with the traditional Xan red robes, his armor ( limited mainly due to his lack in physical strength ) to a simple silver chest plate and elaborate shoulder plating that twists in delicate patterns.

PERSONALITY.

     a shaky and nervous individual, constantly in WORRY and in a flurry of his own emotions. a SENSITIVE child that is terribly introverted. he is shy and timid, a soft boy who enjoys the slower moments of life. a boy who has, on more than one occasion, has brought his mother by the hand to patches of blue flowers that he thought reminded him of her and refused to pick for he has no want to see the flowers in pain. he is incredibly attune with other’s emotions, and one can often find the child sympathizing to the point of pain with another person. the child has a certain degree of paranoia as well, constantly looking out for his surroundings and sensitive to certain things such as smell and sound.

despite his incredibly shy personality and the almost social repose that his introverted behavior has caused, the child is incredibly LOYAL to those he loves. he, on multiple occasions, has claimed that he would die for his loved ones ( although the effect was lessened from a runny nose and the rolling of ears upon those ruddy cheeks ). he can even stand through some of his fears ( some of which include the dark, deep water, and squirrels ) to stand up for his mother, although she often just hushes him with a smile and brings him back inside.

SPECIAL TALENTS.

     Lai’s talent was made apparent when his mother would find that her blades would vibrate strangely whenever she brought them near her child, and the child’s ability only became more prominent through the constant strange behavior of metallic objects in the house. they would move on their own, gliding across the air as if possessed by some living spirit. at some point, Irelia let the child touch one of her own family blades, and the blade began to hum intensely, causing her son to hiccup in fear. it was found that Lai not only had the ability to control the blades, but could also control any object that held metal in its being, a form of METAL-BENDING. Lai thus wears metallic accessories for the usage of combat, including the piercing in his ear, the ring in his hair, and the very armor he wears. he can use them in their original forms, but he can also bring the metal down to a liquid for better manipulation of the shape. he is very powerful in his metallokinesis, and has gone as far as to lift the very foundation of his family home before ( to which Irelia had scolded him briefly for before she stopped when he began to tear ).

the boy outside of combat is a prodigy of DANCE, enchanting many of his viewers with his near WILD movements and ANIMAL-LIKE grace ( a blessing of his father ). the child also has a sweet hand with animals, although they may sometimes shy away from him should he be carrying the scent of either iron or blood.

WHO THEY LIKE BETTER.

     Lai is very close to his mother, being almost DEPENDENT on her. his crippling timidness has caused him to be closest to Irelia, who has largely raised him on her own. while he has heard stories of his mythical father through his mother, he has yet to see his father in person. his mother tells him it is because he is fighting a war for his kind, but Lai holds a small well of resentment in his heart … did his father not want to see him ?

WHO THEY TAKE AFTER MORE.

     Lai is very shy and socially awkward, nothing like his charismatic father or his strong mother. however, his sensitive personality could be the inner reflection of both his parents, who both carry a degree of sensitivity that they cannot bear to show on the surface. for now, however, Lai cannot be said to be like any of his parents.

PERSONAL HC.

     Lai has a companion that sometimes bring alongside him, a pet DOVE named Trang, that remains in his room. at one point of time, the dove had flown out through his open window and had gone missing for several nights, but returned proving the two’s inseparable relationship. Lai’s fear of squirrels actually began when Trang had been run at by a small group of squirrels, causing him to run in and rescue the bird ( who was still flightless at the time ).

FACECLAIM. ( albeit older. )

[kqei-blog1]

Ghosts don’t tire. Or sleep. But they do get bored, especially of wandering the same damn plains for fucking days now. Kaei thinks he’s probably gone in circles, but he doesn’t have a map or a compass or really anything to guide his way. Just fucking grass and trees and rocks.

Just when he’s about to pluck his own eyes out, he spots a purple cape on the horizon. In his excitement in finding another soul, he ghosts in a hastily sprint along the plain and nearly knocks into the other when he materializes again. His words spill out as hastily as his entrance.

❛ You ! Purple bird bitch ! Where am I and how do I get to the fun ? ❜ // @offsct

[foxyleader-blog]

@offsct replied to your post: ☠️

( im: SAD )

Why? D:

[fcrtunae]

“ i’m cold ” — quinn o v o

two word starters // *accepting. { @offsct }

his head lifts at the statement, looking back to the woman with a crease in his brow, a CONCERNED tightness to his lips. the weather had been cooler, recently, a phenomena that is rare in the warmer climate of Bilgewater. with that, he moves swiftly, easily swinging off that leather coat & draping it upon the other’s shoulders, the coat large upon her smaller frame. he then removes that beloved hat, placing it upon the other’s head with a crooked grin, a deep chuckle leaving his throat as he straightens his own shirt sleeves with a fluid movement, ignoring whatever looks he may be receiving from Quinn’s feathered companion from up above.

&&. “ it may be an old wive’s tale, but i’ve heard that you lose heat through th’ head. better safe than sorry. ”