#poro headcanons

[justporo]

Imagine Astarion stays at camp one day for whatever reason. You're out the whole day with the party adventuring.

At first everything is all good, splendid even. Astarion practically makes a show out of how much of a day off he needed. The others staying behind just eye him in that way they do when he's being annoying (which quite frankly is often).

After a while though he notices how his thoughts keep wandering back to you. First it's only brief, he brushes it off as if nothing happened.

But Astarion's thoughts keep circling back to you, until he notices he's been staring at the same page of the book he's reading for half an hour. And it hits him.

Gods above and below, he's actually worried about you. What if something happens to you during the time you're out with the others? Can the others really be trusted with keeping you safe and sound. Probably not. What if everyone else gets wiped and it's you alone and injured somewhere. Unthinkable!

The horror scenarios keep coming and Astarion starts walking circles around camp losing himself in thought spirals of what could happen to you. His anxiety has his hackles raised and he has the skill (issue) to rile everyone else up also with his nervous wandering and mumbling.

Lae’zel is about ready to decapitate him while Gale tries to calm him (thereby only making it worse foe Astarion) as the adventure party returns.

You're startled when the vampire immediately comes over, basically running, and asks about how you're doing while simultaneously conducting a visual inspection of you.

When you answer that you're fine and Astarion hasn't found but a scratch on you he notices that everyone in camp is staring at the two of you. There's a bit of a knowing smile on some of the other's faces while Lae’zel looks like she's about to barf.

"Well," Astarion tries to play over it nonchalantly (and failing) "just making sure my dinner isn't spoiled, darling. I wouldn't want to have to send you back to the chef."

The others turn away while rolling their eyes.

You though feel how warmth floods through you despite the exhaustion of a long day dragging on your limbs.

"We can't have that, can we?" you humour Astarion’s stupid joke with a real smile.

You walk over to where he's standing, arms awkwardly crossed over his chest, and grab one of his hands to squeeze it in thanks.

He squeezes it back, also smiling.

"I'm glad you're okay, darling."

[heredis-sanguinis]

Wizard poro. Clearly, Vlad is training a wizard poro, with the idea that if he can keep one busy it won't turn all his blood into juice and won't also invite hundreds of poros to his estate.

A little floof, given little clothes matching Vlad’s aesthetic and carefully monitored to prevent shenanegans from reaching his own objectives and work.

He finds it amusing if anyone else becomes victim of the little furry wizard and will reward it with snacks when doing so.

[snugglyporos]

The Poro Heresy

Talking about Noxus yesterday and how, in many ways, a poro could be considered the true Noxian ideal of strength, and how poros are therefore a danger to the state by possibly inspiring people to believe there’s a kind of strength beyond military prowess, my mind has now wandered to the idea of poro cults in Noxus. 

Like, consider it. Poros are invulnerable. They are impervious to harm from anyone else. They have no fear of anyone; a tiny rabbit and a giant void worm are equally considered friends to poros, in the minds of poros. You could argue that this is because poros are simpleminded sheep puffs, unable to process the concept of danger. 

Or you could argue that poros are beings of such immense confidence and strength that they consider everyone else the same way a human might consider an ant. That poros, by virtue of their great strength and total confidence, are capable of being kind to everyone, for if you’re truly strong then you have no need to consider anyone else a threat to you. And if no one is a threat, then you have no doubt reached a state of martial enlightenment where you are capable of being kind to everyone, for things like danger do not exist anymore. 

There’s also more practical evidence of poro strength. Demons and void creatures hate and fear them; beings like Fiddlesticks and Reksai consider poros to be terrifying, dangerous foes, even if the poros do not consider them to be anything other than possible friends. Poros are immune to the harrowing; the great power of the Shadow Isles is not enough to change them, and they in turn seem to be able to actually influence the minds of those afflicted, meaning their power is greater than the power of the Ruined King over his subjects. 

A poro then, could be considered a being on par with an Ascended; but whereas there are few Ascended, a poro fluft has almost a hundred poros, and there are lots of poro flufts. In this light, perhaps the only reason poros haven’t conquered the world is because they are so mighty they do not think such a thing is worth doing; they’ve already won in all the ways that matters! 

Keep in mind, all of this would be very confusing to the poros; poros do not think this way, and poros would find such philosophical concepts like ‘strength’ to be a distraction from more important things, like snax and snuggles. This is all meant to be interpreted through the lens of Noxian society, a society that has focused every aspect of its civic life, religion, and culture towards total warfare and domination. 

Okay, back to theories. 

Because of all this, and because poros are fairly good at keeping bad things at bay, one could certainly believe that people might start considering poros to be the true embodiment of Noxian ideals. After all, can Swain or Darius defeat a poro? Can their magic or might kill them? No! 

Thus, the path to true strength lies not through the army but through the emulation of poros, the seeing of the world as being filled with friends rather than enemies, the embracing of love over fear and hatred and wrath. Cloak yourself not in armor, sayeth the Poro Heresy, for the poros have shown us how to cloak ourselves in armor greater than any you could forge. The weapons of Noxus could strike us down, but not in any way that truly matters, for their need and desire to lash out only shows how weak they truly are! To strike down someone who can only see you as a friend out of fear conveys great weakness, not strength, and therefore cannot be considered the true Noxian ideal!

Admittedly, this heresy is not widespread or spoken of openly. It is mostly confined to noble gatherings and whispered among common folk who work the land, making it more akin to a folk religion than a kind of centralized practice. Poros, after all, have little to no concept of religion themselves, and some more esoteric thinkers might then decide that the true demonstration of faith is the total acceptance of all other beliefs, because if you truly believe in something you are not threatened by any outside forces. 

Swain and Darius, obviously, do not like this way of thinking and have moved to try and stamp it out wherever it shows up. This is frustrated by LeBlanc, who finds the heresy very funny, and nurtures it wherever she finds it. More than a few nobles have been converted to this idea through parties with her. 

But more accurately, LeBlanc sees this as an opportunity to perhaps possess greater magical power. Poros, after all, are powerful creatures, even if they don’t consciously realize this. Having power over them and shaping the beliefs of Noxian society both undermines her rivals and empowers her. Beyond that, there is the Lefluft, Leblanc’s personal poro fluft, to consider. Not that they have any real concept of cults or religion; it’s just that Leblanc possesses the ability to win favors from aspiring and needy individuals by allowing them to snuggle and interact with her personal fluft. 

Anyway, that’s my headcanon in regards to Noxus. 

[solmesia]

Sol, I'm so sorry you're in pain and I hope you'll get better very, VERY soon! Much love!

So, here's a headcanon for you:

I really want to believe that after everything is said and done, each one has their happy ending and the companions go they're separate ways... they aren't separated at all!

Like meet up routinely to reunite, spend time together, keep each other posted about their lives and adventures. People like Lae'zel, Astarion and Shadowheart would probably act like they loathe the idea (when in secret they're just as excited to see their friends again).

Maybe Gale hosts in his tower in Waterdeep for a holiday, he cooks for everyone with some help by Tav. Halsin brings individual whittled ducks he made for everyone. Lae'zel finds she's oddly drawn to the wizard's tressym who has jumped into her lap and started purring and doesn't seem to want to leave. Astarion and Wyll discuss Baldurian politics over several bottles of wine (they're screaming at each other by the end of it). Karlach can barely keep it in because she's so happy and keeps hugging everyone. Jaheira und Halsin hang out as cats together with Tara chasing poor Boo while Minsc laughs his ass off. Shadowheart brings everyone to tears with how she made a new life for herself - and then scoffs at everyone for being so sappy.

They talk, they laugh, they cry, eat, drink - make some more memories together after their adventure.

(Also big group hugs despite half of the group insisting they're not into it)

Hope you'll feel better soon, sending hugs!

Poro this is incredible and I love every bit of this headcanon. This found family is amazing, and so heartwarming 🥺🥺🥺🥺 thank you for putting all this sunshine in my inbox….

[settphel-enthusiast]

Headcanons ―

Aphelios

Aphelios is trans, female to male - he's been on testosterone for 2 years and had his top-surgery, he's reluctant about bottom surgery

He collects poro plushies and the plushies of Tactictions from Team Fight Tactics

Aphelios has a hard time remembering to eat, especially when he's hyperfocused on his work, so Ezreal or Alune often give him little reminders by bringing him a snack or a meal.

He's picky about food as well; he usually only eats Alune's or Sett's Mom's cooking, but he's started to try K'sante's cooking.

He lost his voice when trying out for an [UNNAMED] metal band (Not Pentakill), he's never recovered from it, so he signs most of the time

He's aloof and reserved to new people, especially his fans, he's not sure why they like him or stan him so much. There's some things that Ezreal and Sett keep from Aphelios, since he's not very active on social media.

He's really good at making beats and tunes, and also editing sounds, he's really in touch with music making.

His instagram has photos of the band, cats he finds, Alune and his food, he never really liked showing his face, hence the mask.

CEO of Sass and attitude

He enjoys reading BL manga, and slice of life manga.

He's learning how to cook from Alune and Sett's Mom.

He's got a tongue piercing but no tattoos, he'd like to get some over his top surgery scars

Constantly dying his hair, used to be lilac before heartsteel

Enjoys doing his makeup and trying new things

In touch with his skin-care routine

[abunchofnumbers05]

LEAGUE OF LEGENDS HEADCANONS #4

Briar has eaten a lot of things she probably shouldn't. Girl will eat anything, even if it tastes bad, is poisonous, is spoiled or if the rest wants to make sure if it's safe to eat.

"Hey I found this plant, but I'm not sure if it's edible."; *hands it to Briar*; *sniffs* *munching* "Blerg! Bad."

Vladmir is Viego's uncle on his mother side. If Briar is Vlad's "daughter" does it make her heir to the Camavor throne?

BRIAR AND SMOLDER! FUTURE RULERS OF CAMAVOR!!!

Ōllamalīztli is a very popular game in Ixtal. Milio and Qiyana are pretty good at it.

Soraka is trying to implement a new type of therapy in Runeterra: Emotional support poro! Reciving Braum seal of aproval.

What if we set Warwick on a date with Sett's mom? How would Sett feel about having Jinx and Vi as sisters? Especially since he's very likely the little brother...

Kai'sa has those moments where she starts making clicking sounds, like some kind of bug, trying to comunicate somehow, she can control it, thing is if you start hearing it at 3 a.m while trying to get water and it's pitch black...

Diana has a big ass forehead, we all know that. But once she slept so had that Jinx and Kayn played tic-tac-toe on it for 10 minutes. Thankfully they cleaned it before she woke up. She still doesn't know it happened.

Ez tries to play it cool, like an Indiana Jones wannabe, but the boy is a huge history nerd and knows a lot more about other regions culture/history that people give him credit for.

[feverista-11]

young caitlynxreader headcanons

the loml

she probably used to sleep over in jayce’s lab

hid weird stuff she’d borrow from jayce and played with them after bedtime

she didn’t have all that much friends her age, just a few kids from school, but you, god bless you

obviously was an a+ student, in every single subject

while you were kind of… neglecting before your classes but she never failed to keep you tidy and scheduled

and weirdly enough, she only cared to help you, because she wasn't all that organized herself (saw a post abt this once and went with it)

you didn’t struggle, hell, you were one of the smartest in school, but you were quite irresponsible

and she never went a day without reminding you about it

loved shooting ever since she has consciousness

you guys would sneak out in high school

off you’d go to a remote location, a natural garden untouched by humanity, there she’d take a few bottles to shoot at

sure, her parents were some of the richest people in piltover but she never grew up to be spoiled, was always in her right mind

she wasn’t used to listen to your kind of music, since she’d grown up listening to mostly classical music in fancy receptions

casual dinners with her family because they like you

when you grew up a couple years more, hence about 17

that's when she first started suspecting on the butterflies than invaded her stomach when she saw you

although she couldn't quite understand it, she very well knew what it meant

your dynamic managed to...change

it just felt a lot more intimate

a simple walk in the park together turned to conversations laced with slight flirting which never appeared to turn into more (normal lesbian agenda)

it wasn't until 3 years later where both of you already WORKED when she asked you out

but back to younger you, you'd always sneak into the council room and play with heimerdinger's poro

at 14 strolling through piltover and getting sweets from every shop you came across

you convinced her to sneak out but you ended up being caught two steps out of her room

[u-emo-r]

😃 for a happiness-themed headcanon

⸻ Hm. Acho que entendi agora. ⸻ disse Romeu, deslizando a ponta dos dedos suavemente pelas teclas de mármore do piano. Eram geladas, como o clima da estação atual, e na sala aconchegante da residência dos Montéquio, a quentura reconfortante da lareira afastava o beijo rigoroso do inverno. Christine sempre demonstrara aptidão para a música. Como professora, segundo Romeu, o talento dela se destacava ainda mais. ⸻ Sabe uma coisa? Sempre gostei disso. O piano. ⸻ ele inclinou a cabeça para o lado, dedilhando os pedaços que aprendera nesses poucos minutos de aula administrados. Ainda bastante amador, sem sobra de dúvidas. ⸻ Têm um som bonito. Sei lá. É apenas… calmo. Silencioso, se possível. Você compreende, né? O silêncio? ⸻ talvez soasse meio emocionado discorrer tão profundamente sobre o instrumento, mas se você pensasse com clareza, era relativamente comum que Romeu ficasse emocionado e falasse loucamente sobre as coisas mais estranhas. Christine, à sua maneira, parecia alguém que apreciava a companhia de pessoas malucas. Montéquio não diria à ela o quanto gostava disso. Já ficara explícito pela maneira com que encarou-a nos olhos, transbordando admiração dos poros. ⸻ Obrigado por ter arranjado tempo para me ensinar, Tina.

[cestlaviehqs]

⸻  𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎 𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐀𝐃𝐎:   ¡ agradecemos tu interés, sofi ! estamos felices de tenerte por aquí y esperamos que disfrutes de la magia parisina tanto como el resto de sus habitantes. tienes 48 horas para enviar la cuenta de galilee dankworth. si necesitas más tiempo, no dudes en avisarnos.

información ooc.

nombre / seudónimo: sofi

pronombres: femeninos

edad: 24

país / zona horaria: argentina / gmt-3

triggers: abuso sexual, maltrato animal.

user de discord: removido por la administración.

en caso de unfollow, ¿dejarías que se continúe utilizando tu personaje como no jugable?:  claro k si

espacio adicional: tqm<3

información ic.

nombre completo: galilee dankworth

pronombres: femeninos

faceclaim: kristine froseth

edad y fecha de cumpleaños: 27 años, 18 de septiembre de 1995

clase social: alta.

ocupación: encargada en una editorial.

descripción psicológica:

solidaria, resiliente, paciente, generosa.

desconfiada, controladora, insegura, catastrófica.

headcanons sobre el personaje:

(  tw: asesinatos, mención enfermedades mentales, bullying, abuso fisíco, abuso psicológico  )

¡la familia perfecta! adorados por la ciudad. los más humildes pero también los que más ayudaban con lo que tenían, una belleza que se impregnaba en cada poro. ángelicales, tan perfectos para ser reales. eran un poco la envidia de cada habitante allí. un mal movimiento, una ficha que se salió de la jugada, fue suficiente para que la policía los descubra y la historia de terror salga a la luz. no eran más que monstruos. los únicos inocentes eran los niños, pero el apellido ya estaba manchado y el rencor cargó contra el mismo.

la presencia de sus padres es una fábula de terror, una que se extendía a sus espaldas en susurros prejuiciosos y una soledad arrasadora. malas miradas en cada pequeña interacción, como si fuera su culpa el haber sido fruto de dos seres catastróficamente andantes. letales, sin alma alguna. y es que aquel par, que estaban tras las rejas desde que ella era pequeña, había cargado con varios asesinatos a sus espaldas. su padre un asesino serial que empezó a cumplir su condena cuando ella tenía alrededor de seis años, y su madre en un hospital psiquiátrico tras varias pruebas que derivaron en múltiples enfermedades mentales. lo único que sabía de ella es que luego de cumplir con su hospitalización, fue a prisión.

siendo cuatro hermanos, quedaron a cargo del mayor que ya tenía la mayoría de edad cumplida. el ambiente a crecer no fue el mejor, aunque theo se esforzaba en llevar comida día a día, los motivos no eran los más limpios y pulcros. varias veces tuvieron que esconderse en el primer lugar de la casa, teniendo que suprimir sollozos y también siendo la encargada de curar a su hermano cuando la sangre salpicaba su rostro. o la que lo arrastraba dentro cuando se desplomaba inconsciente afuera de su casa.

galilee se convirtió en una figura materna sin llegar a una edad de dos números. aprendió a cambiar pañales, se las ingenió para aprender a cocinar y limpiar. su hermano pasaba la mayor parte fuera, por lo que alguien debía hacerse cargo y esa fue ella. su infancia no fue más que responsabilidades y una madurez temprana.

el odio con el que se alimentaban los más críos contra su apellido derivó en episodios de bullying a diario. desde abuso físico hasta psicológico . de algún modo, todos pagando injustamente las atrocidades de sus padres gracias a los comentarios de los más adultos. el peor episodio se lo llevó un día de primavera. galilee no perdía de vista a ninguno de sus hermanos, yendo al frente siempre que un episodio nuevo estaba por desencadenarse. prefería sufrir ella los riesgos. todo escapó de la manos cuando el trauma que le dejaron fue tal que nunca pudo explicar lo que había pasado. galilee había dejado de hablar gracias a una disfonía psicógena.

su voz no rozó su garganta ni cuando fue víctima del asesinato de su hermano gracias a un ajuste de cuentas. sin ningún otro familiar que se hiciera cargo, los tres hermanos fueron repartidos en distintos orfanatos y un pedazo de corazón se fue con cada ellos. no hay día en que no se pregunte dónde están, si están bien. hace años que busca información intentando dar con sus paraderos, pero aún no logra conseguir pista alguna.

la adopción de benjamín salvó su vida. tras múltiples terapias pudo recuperarse del post trauma, recuperando su voz luego de tres años de vivir en la familia dankworth.

encontrar una identidad que no sea la de una madre de sus hermanos fue difícil, sin hallarle algún sentido a su vida. poco a poco fue encontrando algunos intereses, como que le apasiona leer y le gusta escribir poesía. también aprender cosas nuevas, poder estudiar sin dramas familiares conllevó a que todas sus notas sean perfectas.

ayuda en varios orfanatos y casas de acogida. no solo económicamente, siendo participe en lecturas de libros y ayudando a cocinar casi a diario. los niños la adoran y los adolescentes encuentran en ella una consejera.

en la actualidad aún sigue con pesadillas y noches de insomnio.

[justporo]

Imagine leaving more and more stuff in Astarion’s tent as your relationship with him develops.

It starts small, maybe you just forget that shirt you usually wear at night. Astarion just picks it up and carries it with him in his pack, slightly irritated by your forgetfulness. It smells so pleasantly of you though. And the smile you give him when he hands it back to you gives him that weird warm feeling in his chest. You keep *forgetting* it on his bedroll in the mornings. But Astarion has stopped questioning it. Just takes in your lingering scent and then packs it time and again with a small smile on his lips.

Then suddenly you also keep forgetting your comb. Another time it's the book you've been reading recently. Adventure doing a thing to your focus, huh? The vampire just packs them up along with his stuff.

Implicitly, you both know that you're doing it on purpose, at least you do. But there's something about putting your finger on truths right under your nose. And you don't mention it to him.

Astarion still doesn't fully get why you're doing it. But he surely doesn't mind you having to come and *retrieve* your stuff all the time. Until it's your wholeass pillow and blanket and he can't keep quiet about it anymore.

Is he supposed to carry *your* pillow around now? What kind of weird thing you are trying to pull on him? But when you pout at him and argue that you have to drag it over to his tent every night anyway because you haven't used your own tent in weeks, it finally clicks for him.

Those things you leave with him just go to show what neither of you can't put fully into words yet: that there's a desperate desire in both of you to be close to each other, always.

[heredis-sanguinis]

Headcanon that Vlad and the other hemomancers absolutely do not like poros to be around them. Mostly because the poros end up turning all the stored blood into koolaid or something similar. Poros thus must be boxed up and mailed to the Black Rose if they're detected before they cause magical mayhem.

Surprisingly enough, this is pretty accurate~

The inability to be tormented by the magic annoyed Vladimir greatly and he started shipping off the critters to whomever he deemed to experience the same floofy annoyances. The Black Rose has definitely been the victim of several dozen shipments over the years, and continue to do so.

HOWEVER

He actually started to grow an interest in the longevity of them. Heck, even quite like the presence of one or two specific poros? None know for sure, because he'll deny it at any given moment. However, some people could swear to hear a low squeaky sound coming from his private study from time to time? Or are they just imagining things? No one knows for sure and none dare to ask their master if he's secretly hiding poros.

[snugglyporos]

So this is overdue. Here’s a big post on how I think poros interact with various regions in Runeterra, based on my own understanding of lore, and some headcanons. 

Poroland/Freljord: Poros obviously exist in the Freljord, it’s where poros originated after all! There are many flufts here! Many poros! And of course, it’s where the Poro King resides. Poros are rather easy to find in the cold wasteland, strangely enough, and many of them wander about or live among the various tribes that make the Freljord their home. In fact, the one thing that unites many of the tribes, despite their power struggles, is that they like poros; even Ashe and Sejuanni can agree on that! Many tribes make various clothes, armors, blankets, and more out of poro wool, which poros are happy to share!

Demacia: The first place that poros ended up once they began venturing outside of the Freljord was Demacia, since it’s literally on the border. Most Demacians see the poros as harmless, even positive forces in the country; poros after all are clearly virtuous, clearly good natured, and repeal most dark magical things. The problem of course, is that poros themselves are magical, and Demacians rather hate magic. A fluft of poros are capable of animating Galio; and this has led to some grumbling that poros are actually bad, and that poros should be expelled from Demacia entirely! However, no one says this very loudly; Jarvan IV is rumored to have told a particularly ornery councilor that if he wanted to expel the poros, then he could tell both the poros and the common people himself that he wanted to do it. The councilor quickly dropped his objections.

Poros of course, do not particularly understand most Demacian customs or ideas, but they do resonate with the idea of knights, in the same way children might. Poros do not understand soldiers, but playing knight and wandering about in helmets is something poros have done since discovering helmets. And of course, this helps morale. Poros also do not understand how a country that hates magic employs a giant stone statue and a dragon, but poros do not really concern themselves with politics. A number of flufts simply exist within Demacia, which the kingdom allows, because again, bad things are usually averse to spending any time around poros. 

Noxus: Officially, there are no poros in Noxus. The Noxian government is very insistent on this point. After all, poros are clearly the exact opposite of Noxian ideals; they’re soft, snuggly, friendly, and squishy. Noxian citizens are encouraged to report any poro sightings to their local Noxian military office, so that they can be deported to the Freljord. 

Unofficially though, there are many poros in Noxus. Poro flufts migrate south ended up in Noxus because they share an even bigger border than Demacia does, and some of them even stay. This has created a lot of unique interactions among the top brass of Noxus. 

First, Noxus sees poros as a natural counterweight to various unpleasant and unruly forces; demons, void creatures, and other such things roam Noxus, and all of them dislike poros. Poros then, keep these things in check. The fewer soldiers need to be quartered in a town to protect the town from demons and the like, the better, since those soldiers can be sent to various battlefields. Furthermore, various Noxian nobles consider poros to be expensive pets, and many poros don’t see a problem with this, because snax and snuggles are good. 

However, the pretense for why the official line of Noxus is that there are no poros there is that Swain and Darius fear what poros might do to undermine Noxian ideals. Poros might be squishy and cuddly, but poros are also invulnerable creatures who are completely without fear in the face of dangerous foes. A poro barely understands that foes exist, which means that they regard demons and void creatures the same way they consider every other creature, and that means that in some ways, poros exhibit an ideal of Noxian strength that makes Swain and Darius uncomfortable. One might even say that poros represent the seeds of a heresy; that ‘strength’ is more than just military might made manifest. 

LeBlanc loves rubbing this in their faces. One can imagine her bursting into the room holding a poro, exclaiming ‘Behold! The Noxian Ideal of Strength!’ She also likes that it’s a natural counter to Swain and his demon; it’s fun to rub his face in it. Of the three, LeBlanc genuinely likes poros the most, considering them a fun and useful addition to her magical collection. The Lefluft, as they consider themselves, reside in her personal residence, and act as a natural counterweight to some of the less... savory things that exist there. Nothing keeps dark magic at bay more than a poro. 

Piltover: There are a number of poros and a fluft or two in Piltover, though not too many. Most of the things in Piltover are too confusing and strange to poros, and while there are lots of things poros find interesting, most poros do not really mesh with the society that exists here. Individual poros are pets to some, becoming part of families and there’s at least one Poro Cafe, but by and large poros do not remain here long. Obviously, the academy has the Porofessor, Heimerdinger’s poro companion who is clearly very smart and wise. Various members of the Academy have taken to studying poros, both as a ‘society’ and as magical beings; poros don’t mind this, as there are many snax and snuggles to be had!

Zaun: Poros do not belong in Zaun, and Zaunites do not like poros. Most of the chem barons see poros as being entirely out of step with their world, and poros mostly view Zaun as a scary place that is not for poros. That’s not to say there aren’t poros here; some poros are very brave and make their home here, and even some of the forces here find poros to be useful pets and friends. But you’d be hard pressed to find a place that poros are less interested in than Zaun, which seems like it was tailor made to be the opposite of what a poro vibes as. 

Ixtal: The jungles of Ixtal are not home to many poros, but that’s only because most poros do not realize there are things to explore here. The proto-poro makes the jungles its home, and it’s made friends with many of it’s northern kin as they move through here, but poros do not seem to grasp that the jungle is a place for poros to live. That however, has changed a little in recent days, as poros have learned that humans explore the jungles, and if humans explore them, then perhaps there is reason for poros to see what is there too! 

Shurima: According to Azir, there were no poros in Shurima when he was alive originally. If that was true then, it’s no longer. Poros have long since nestled in Shurima, becoming a fixture of the trade routes and cities that dot the desert. The poros have been here so long that the poros have developed their own subspecies: sand poros! These poros are tan in color, to blend in with the sand, and radiate cold rather than heat like their northern cousins. Beyond that, they are exactly the same, because they are poros.

Caravans have found that travelling with poros negates one of the biggest threats to them: void creatures. Reksai’s brood prowl the deserts, and despite their large size and ferocity, the void creatures fear and hate poros. A poro fluft in a caravan, or even just a few poros, is usually enough to scare them off. Beyond that, poros are also very good at finding oasis; many a lost traveler has survived upon being discovered by a poro in the desert. 

Shurima’s emperor also has their own poro, the Exalted Poro who is basically just a normal poro, but who has decided to take on the mannerisms of Azir. Azir finds this very adorable, as does Sivir. But Azir also realizes that poros are a potent weapon against the void, and also a great way to show how cultured Shurima is. He might think them to be simple creatures, but simple creatures have their own nobility. 

Nasus tries not to think about poros. Poros get into trouble and make his life difficult. Poros of course, love him, but he’s constantly having to shoo them out of the libraries, because poros get way too curious. 

Targon: The various beings that live on the mountains regard poros as harmless creatures, and a few flufts live on the slopes, finding it agreeable to them as many are cold like the Freljord. Some of the residents think the poros are good counterweights to the void, and others find them to be a strange calming presence to ward off the more violent individuals who reside here. 

Some even say that if poros had been here earlier, the whole Lunari/Solari split wouldn’t have happened at all! Such is the power of poros. 

But mostly, the residents like that poros oppose the void and repel them entirely. Some even whisper that there could be some kind of snuggle exalted out there, or something like that. 

Bilgewater: Some poros have made the pirate haven their home, though there’s only one fluft here. Most poros that end up here are individuals, brought on ships and made part of crews; poros, it turns out, are good at warding off sea beasts and the like. 

The most famous poro here is the Plunder Poro (who I personally call Captain Snugglebeard). He is fearsome and terrifying and all who oppose him will pay the snuggly price! Your snuggles or your snax! 

In truth, he’s just mimicking the humans around him, who find the poro adorable and humor him at every opportunity. He even has a bounty posted, drawn by the local children. Some say his ‘crew’ is made up entirely of retired sailors and captains, who find the poro to be a good example of the pirate ideal. 

Ionia: Ironically, there are not many poros in Ionia. Despite being a place that thrives on magic, the fact that they’re islands makes it hard for poros to get there on their own. Poros who do, however, find the place very agreeable, filled with wonderful adventures and new friends. Most monasteries have at least one poro, as the various monks debate whether the poros are a good example of being at peace with the world, or a representative of the ideal of balance, or an example of true enlightenment. Some monks have even left Ionia to seek out the legendary Poro Herder in the Freljord, curious if such a person can give them deeper insight into enlightenment. 

The poros of course, have absolutely no idea what the monks actually do; meditation is nap time for them. Though they do love making the lines in the sand! Is fun! 

One thing that has been talked about among the various Vastaya is actively encouraging and importing poros into Ionia. They need magic to sustain themselves, and poros are very magical; furthermore they don’t seem to ever run out of magic, and never seem to weaken even in places where magic doesn’t exist. As such, some wonder if having more poros in Ionia would save it from running out of magic, simply because the poros wouldn’t allow it to happen...

Shadow Isles: Poros are not allowed on the Shadow Isles, so sayeth the Ruined King. 

The reason is that poros are naturally immune to ruination, and actively repulse it; of all the places that the Harrowing could go, it finds it cannot make inroads in the Freljord, because poros are so numerous there and counteract it. It’s a real problem. Beyond that, their ability to make anyone into friends, to the point that even Thresh can’t resist loving them, is terrifying to beings who are so determined to control and enslave others. Poros cannot be enslaved or bent to anyone else’s will; that alone makes them terrifying. 

That’s not to say that poros don’t exist on the islands. In fact, there are numerous flufts here, of a sort. The ghost poros, purple and slightly translucent, are the poros attempting to adapt to being like the residents of these cursed lands. They float and snuggle, and they’re perhaps the only harmless thing on these islands. The ghost poros seem to reverse the harrowing less than normal poros, perhaps because poros like to coexist, so everyone agrees not to try and change anything, lest they change again into something worse for the Ruined King. 

Some people whisper that people like Hecarim are actually terrified of poros, because poros are not terrified of him, and that Thresh loves poros but secretly fears them as well, because they alone have managed to free souls from his lantern and are entirely immune to his fearsome visage. Beyond that, if Thresh cannot bring himself to torment the poros, and finds them cute, then the magic of poros must be powerful indeed, and powerful magic like that is best avoided. 

There is one normal poro of note on the isles: The ‘Sinister Poro.’ This poro wears a sheet and attempt so scare various individuals it meets, trying it’s best to mimic the ghosts it finds. No one really finds it scary, but ghosts are known to try and help without the poro noticing, and of course, everyone plays along with the poro, lest it be sad. Sad poros are even worse than happy poros, after all... 

[yunalai]

Is the empress familiar with poros?

— It is my personal headcanon that she has never seen a poro, as poros have been shown about everywhere except Ixtal! Until Riot shows us a poro in the jungle, I will assume one has never crossed Qiyana.

[clvhq]

se ha visto a galilee dankworth desfilando por las calles y boulevares de parís, pero no hemos llegado a ver si es de pronto buena o mala fortuna la que le persigue. ¿tu sí? ¡anímate a descubrir cuál es!

sofi, ¡bienvenide a cestlaviehq! nos encanta que seas parte de nuestro proyecto y esperamos que el buen juicio sea parte de tu camino dentro del mismo y si no… bueno, ¡así es la vida! recuerda que tienes 24 hs para hacernos saber cuál será la cuenta de tu personaje y que, en caso de necesitarlo, puedes pedir más tiempo.

out of character.

nombre / pseudónimo: sofi

pronombres: femeninos

edad: veintitrés pirulos

país / zona horaria: arjintina

triggers: -

user de discord:

en caso de unfollow, ¿dejarías que se continúe utilizando tu personaje como no jugable? yes yes

¿algo que agregar? *besitos*

in character.

nombre completo: galilee dankworth

pronombres: femeninos

faceclaim: kristine froseth

fecha de cumpleaños: 18 de septiembre de 1995

edad: 27 años.

ocupación: jefa en una editorial.

descripción psicológica:

solidaria, resiliente, paciente, generosa.

desconfiada, controladora, insegura, catastrófica.

headcanons sobre el personaje:

(  tw: asesinatos, mención enfermedades mentales, bullying, abuso fisíco, abuso psicológico  )

¡la familia perfecta! adorados por la ciudad. los más humildes pero también los que más ayudaban con lo que tenían, una belleza que se impregnaba en cada poro. ángelicales, tan perfectos para ser reales. eran un poco la envidia de cada habitante allí. un mal movimiento, una ficha que se salió de la jugada, fue suficiente para que la policía los descubra y la historia de terror salga a la luz. no eran más que monstruos. los únicos inocentes eran los niños, pero el apellido ya estaba manchado y el rencor cargó contra el mismo.

la presencia de sus padres es una fábula de terror, una que se extendía a sus espaldas en susurros prejuiciosos y una soledad arrasadora. malas miradas en cada pequeña interacción, como si fuera su culpa el haber sido fruto de dos seres catastróficamente andantes. letales, sin alma alguna. y es que aquel par, que estaban tras las rejas desde que ella era pequeña, había cargado con varios asesinatos a sus espaldas. su padre un asesino serial que empezó a cumplir su condena cuando ella tenía alrededor de seis años, y su madre en un hospital psiquiátrico tras varias pruebas que derivaron en múltiples enfermedades mentales. lo único que sabía de ella es que luego de cumplir con su hospitalización, fue a prisión.

siendo cuatro hermanos, quedaron a cargo del mayor que ya tenía la mayoría de edad cumplida. el ambiente a crecer no fue el mejor, aunque theo se esforzaba en llevar comida día a día, los motivos no eran los más limpios y pulcros. varias veces tuvieron que esconderse en el primer lugar de la casa, teniendo que suprimir sollozos y también siendo la encargada de curar a su hermano cuando la sangre salpicaba su rostro. o la que lo arrastraba dentro cuando se desplomaba inconsciente afuera de su casa.

galilee se convirtió en una figura materna sin llegar a una edad de dos números. aprendió a cambiar pañales, se las ingenió para aprender a cocinar y limpiar. su hermano pasaba la mayor parte fuera, por lo que alguien debía hacerse cargo y esa fue ella. su infancia no fue más que responsabilidades y una madurez temprana.

el odio con el que se alimentaban los más críos contra su apellido derivó en episodios de bullying a diario. desde abuso físico hasta psicológico . de algún modo, todos pagando injustamente las atrocidades de sus padres gracias a los comentarios de los más adultos. el peor episodio se lo llevó un día de primavera. galilee no perdía de vista a ninguno de sus hermanos, yendo al frente siempre que un episodio nuevo estaba por desencadenarse. prefería sufrir ella los riesgos. todo escapó de la manos cuando el trauma que le dejaron fue tal que nunca pudo explicar lo que había pasado. galilee había dejado de hablar gracias a una disfonía psicógena.

su voz no rozó su garganta ni cuando fue víctima del asesinato de su hermano gracias a un ajuste de cuentas. sin ningún otro familiar que se hiciera cargo, los tres hermanos fueron repartidos en distintos orfanatos y un pedazo de corazón se fue con cada ellos. no hay día en que no se pregunte dónde están, si están bien. hace años que busca información intentando dar con sus paraderos, pero aún no logra conseguir pista alguna.

la adopción de benjamín salvó su vida. tras múltiples terapias pudo recuperarse del post trauma, recuperando su voz luego de tres años de vivir en la familia dankworth.

encontrar una identidad que no sea la de una madre de sus hermanos fue difícil, sin hallarle algún sentido a su vida. poco a poco fue encontrando algunos intereses, como que le apasiona leer y le gusta escribir poesía. también aprender cosas nuevas, poder estudiar sin dramas familiares conllevó a que todas sus notas sean perfectas.

ayuda en varios orfanatos y casas de acogida. no solo económicamente, siendo participe en lecturas de libros y ayudando a cocinar casi a diario. los niños la adoran y los adolescentes encuentran en ella una consejera.

en la actualidad aún sigue con pesadillas y noches de insomnio.

[confusedamphibian]

So it’s already been established that poro loved delkira in a very much non platonic way and he said that he thought Sullivan would feel the same way about Delkira as him so I wonder if Sullivan had non platonic feelings for Delkira.

[fierrum]

darius takes very good care of his poros