#yordles fanfiction

[tinypurplewizardfan]

Scary Isn't Fun

Summary: Lulu stumbles across Boleham. She decides to give the terribly self-important shadow person there a change of perspective.

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(Written back in 2022 and apparently I never posted it! Here it is. Hope you all enjoy.)

She giggled to herself from her spot up in the tree. It’d been a sapling hours prior but she’d helped it grow to give her the perfect hiding spot. Pix hovered just above her shoulder, the hum of his wings tickling her ear. She readied her staff.

She’d spotted someone in need of a little whimsy during her travels through a town called “Boleham”, a strange name considering the town had neither Boles nor Hams. She’d fixed the latter by turning some of the sheep into pigs, which caused a good laugh amongst the dreary humans. She also turned one of the houses pink just for fun before slipping away into the forest to watch from afar. A few minutes later, a terribly self-important fellow who was about her height marched into town and began yelling at the humans and gesticulating with his staff. He’d then destroyed her wonderful pink house!

This guy needed to lighten up, that was for sure. She couldn’t even see his mouth and she knew it had to be pulled into a tight frown. That wouldn’t do. She decided he needed a change in perspective, just for a little bit! It’d be fun. 

Along with using her magic to grow the sapling which was now her tree, she also sent up a pulse of magic so he’d know to come here. It worked wonderfully, and the rather cross shadow person in purple robes was stalking around the forest now. She could hear the rustling of plants as he pushed them aside with his staff, along with his mutterings. 

She caught sight of the purple. At least he did have a penchant for colors! That meant he wasn’t totally mopey. He just needed a little push. . .

She pointed her staff at the figure and whispered, “pop!”

A jolt of swirling purple-green-blue magic emerged from the wood and snaked its way down to the grump. In an instant, the purple robes and shadows were gone, replaced by a neon blue squirrel. She giggled and danced in her seat. 

Pix, however, tugged sharply on her ear.

“What?” She looked at him.

He pointed back down. The blue squirrel wasn’t there anymore. She tuned into the hum of her own magic, which revealed a streaking trail going deeper into the forest. That was weird. Most people-squirrels just sat there in confusion and remarked at their lack of thumbs, which was funny.

“Aww, no fun.” Lulu kicked her leg against the branch she sat on.

The enchantment would wear off in a bit. She decided to stay in her hiding place and see if the shadow figure would come back all confused-like, which wouldn’t be as funny but it’d still be worth something. One-thousand-one, one-thousand-two. . . poof! Squirrel time was over. 

A big dark blue-purple ball of fire rocketed down from the sky and slammed into the ground just ahead of her tree. The heat of the blast felt like dunking her face in a too-hot hot spring and the shockwave nearly knocked her hat off. Pix was flung backwards but managed to grab hold of her hair.

Two more crashed down to the left and right, before she heard the sound of one above her. Gasping, she jumped from her spot and hit the ground running.

She whimsied herself into a greenish color to blend in. The balls of fire were crashing down all around her now, chasing her as she leapt over roots and bushes and branches. She pointed her staff towards a mangle of leaves behind her and shaped them into a scary-looking figure. 

A blindingly bright flash of light (although it was also sort of darkness?) enveloped the forest behind her. It was not good energy. It was the kind of energy that sent her fur standing on end. The poor leaves! She couldn’t feel their magic anymore. They were gone, all gone, obliterated completely by the frightening energy.

She bit back tears as she made herself run faster than she ever had before in her life. She reached the edge of the forest and, turning herself a more golden color to match with the grass, she threw herself down in the stalks and stayed very, very still.

After a long period of silence, she peaked her eyes above the tips of the grass. Upon catching sight of purple robes she flinched down again. Nothing happened. She peaked up once more. 

The yellow orbs shining from the shadowy face were darting back and forth. He held his staff clutched in both gauntlets ahead of him, pointing it wherever the wind rippled the grass. A bird rustled the leaves of a tree just to his right and he flinched, snapping in the direction and unleashing a hail of fireballs from the tip of his staff. Lulu squeaked. The tree was reduced to ashes and the bird was nowhere to be seen.

After a few more minutes of jumping at shadows (and many more trees dismembered,) the purple wizard did one last scan before disappearing back into the forest. Lulu let out a deep breath and shifted herself back to her normal colors. 

“P-Pix?” She whispered.

She gasped when she heard no response. 

“Pix? Pix! Pix!” She cried, checking her pockets and combing through her hair, but the little fae was nowhere to be found.

Suddenly, his voice came into her mind, just a little peep, “He’s returning to some kind of tower.”

“Where are you?”

“Following him.”

“Pix!” She pouted. “I don’t think he likes us very much. We should go.”

“Aren’t you curious?”

“We’ve never had someone react that way b-before.” She hugged her knees tight. The tears were coming back and she didn’t like it. “I think we scared him.”

“So?”

“We don’t scare people.” She wagged her finger. “That’s a new rule. Scary isn’t fun.”

“Fine.” 

Pix appeared in a flash of ruby beside her. He settled on her shoulder, wings flicking with irritation.

[randofanficrecs]

Fandom: Hextech Mayhem: a League of Legends Story, League of Legends

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Characters: Heimerdinger (League of Legends), Ziggs (League of Legends)

Additional Tags: Strangers to rivals, Yordles (League of Legends), Hijinks & Shenanigans, Mad Science, a centuries long Rivalship, its basically when your crazy college roommate visits and leaves chaos in their wake

Series: Part 2 of Admiral Anarchy Says Farewell Riot Forge

Summary:

Nobody could find flaws in Heimerdinger's inventions like Ziggs, and nobody could improve Ziggs' formulations like Heimerdinger. They were two halves of a mad engineering whole, best friends forged in the fires of explosions and competitive rivalry.

Even moving from Bandle Woods to Piltover wouldn't change that.

..... .... ... .. .

This was written for the 2024 Farewell Riot Forge Zine as a response to the Riot layoffs and shuttering of Riotforge.

[zephyr-rat]

Green Giant (NEW STORY): A Puffcap Collecting Adventure

After a rough encounter with the supposed Whump king, Twitch tries to get ZAC to spy on him, thinking he's planning a conquest on his beloved sewer kingdom. As Zac digs deeper, he finds a group of Bandle Scouts on a quest to get their Puffcap Collection badge.

Timeline:

Hope is in my Hands!

What the Sumps Taught Me (Twitch color story)

Prices and Puffcaps

The Sentient Potion

Puffcap Collecting Adventure

The Monsters Under the Trash Bags

Fresh Sump Blood

[king-sil44]

Alright Arcane fandom. Last three episodes drop tomorrow. Yaaaaaaaayyy…

BUT LETS NOT THINK ABOUT THAT RIGHT NOW!

I posted gay yordle fanfiction!

There it is. I did it! Little Kledinger fanfic for the very small community of people who ship them because the amount of fanfics on AO3 for them is CRIMINALLY low.

Also uh special tag for @antleredoctopus cuz they are not only the one who’s art got me into the ship and spurred me on to write but they also reposted my post about it and seemed excited soooo thank you so much you talented person!🤩😊❤️

[cosmicfelines]

I have a MIGHTY NEED to make some power points about the world of Runeterra for all you Arcane fans who know absolutely nothing about the world in which Arcane takes place.

Like I read some fanfictions and realize most of you know next to nothing. Don't get me wrong, I'm not criticizing you not knowing ALL the lore, I just wish for more people to learn about the world building of Runeterra because it's an amazing universe.

I know it is kind of intimidating and the first thing I hear people say is I don't play League of Legends. But me and every other lore reader can tell you that League of Legends the game doesn't have anything to do with the lore. Heck the other Riot Games like Legends of Runeterra, Ruined King and Hextech Mayhem have more to do with the lore and world than the main game.

The first lore fact I like to hit Arcane fans with is that there are bunch of islands full of ghosts and undead people not that far from Piltover and Zaun on the SouthEast, this are the Shadow Isles. Even closer to the Piltover and Zaun just to the East are a bunch of lawless islands full of actual pirates and giant sea monsters roaming the waters, the Serpent Isles and Bilgewater the port city. Since Bilgewater is closer to the Shadow Isles than P&Z they get invaded by the ghosts that come to harvest their souls at least once a year.

And that's just a small section of the world all of this and more is happening while Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn, Silco and Ekko are doing their own thing in the Twin Cities (modern name for Piltover and Zaun). Which I can assure you are the most normal places in this magical and crazy world.

This is not me saying it's a boring region I just want for people to learn more about the rest of the world because look at Piltover & Zaun

Look at them! They're so tiny you can't even see their territory. Oh you don't see it? Let me put it into perspective

This is all of Runeterra as we know it today, there are two places you can't easily see on this map like Baddle City, which is the place all Yordles come from, and the territories corrupted by The void which is that gray lifeless part under Shurima and Ixtal.

And that's what we know of right know, further to the East is another continent that has what was formerly known as Camavor and the modern nation of Kathkan

(Also don't worry the map is not wrong, there's a lore reason for why the Shadow isles don't appear in this map)

This is an 1000 year old map, the northern continent is called Valoran (that's where the name for Valorant came from), the southern continent is called Shurima (yes there's a nation also called Shurima) and as you can see Piltover was once a Shuriman town called Oshra Va'Zaun.

That's where the name Zaun comes from, there's a whole lot of lore history of why it changed. How Silco came to know about that name is most likely and taken as canon that he just heard the original name of the city by the oral tradition of Zaun.

This is what I was talking about @museofzero

When I said there's so much to discover and still being explored of Runeterra to this day I was not kidding just look at those maps! Do you have any idea the amount of stuff happening all over Runeterra all the time??!!!

Part of me really wants to do those power points and put them here on Tumblr

[calucadu]

Missing - Chapter 2

Missing, a League of Legends Fanfic. Chapter 2.

Summary: When a yordle goes missing, all Hell breaks loose. Or maybe it’s the best thing that could’ve happened to him.

Characters: Rumble, Ziggs, Tristana, Teemo, Poppy, Heimerdinger, Vi, Caitlyn

Rating: Mature

Prologue // Previous chapter // Next chapter

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Ziggs P.O.V.

 I wasn’t happy about my hunch being correct, but at least it was something. I had run to my room and came up with a quick sketch of the Institute and the buildings surrounding it. I tried to make it as simple and realistic as possible and when I had it done, I looked over it quickly, to check if anything was missing. Then I hurried to find Tristana, who was with Teemo. I hadn’t included him in my plans, but another brain on the job was actually a positive thing. I explained briefly what had happened and what we’d found and I showed them my map, explaining roughly where the security cameras were located. They listened intently and even asked a few questions.

“So, you’re saying” Teemo spoke after I’d finished “that if Tristy had left the Institute, she would’ve been spotted by the cameras here or here.”

“Yeah.”

“But you watched the footage and you found nothing.”

“But where is the mech, then? Where’s Rumble? How come they’ve disappeared?” Tristana asked, her brow furrowed as she inspected my drawings.

“I don’t know! That’s what we need to find out!” I nearly yelled, throwing my hands up into the air before they rested against my head.

“And the magic detectors, are they reliable?”

“They told me they were 100% trustworthy. Like, they can’t be wrong, all magic leaves traces and all magic can be detected.”

“Let’s look at it from a different point of view.” Teemo started, frowning. “Why don’t we treat it as if Rumble’s disappearance and Tristy’s disappearance are two different things?”

“But that’s impossible!” I whined, slamming my head against the table.

“Hear me out, Ziggs. Let’s focus on finding Rumble. So there are no security cameras in the living areas. What if he just took off from there?”

“No, I’m with Ziggs. There’s no way Tristy and Rumble’s disappearances are a coincidence. But this doesn’t add up. They didn’t teleport their way out, they didn’t leave using the main gates…”

We discussed it for a few minutes, feeling like it got us nowhere. So, I decided we should take a break. It was getting pretty late, and it had been a long time since I’d had anything to eat. With all the things going on, I’d ignored my grumbling tummy.

“I’m going to get some food. You want anything? We can’t come up with something on an empty stomach.” I said, getting up.

“No, I’m fine. I’ll look over your sketches while you’re gone.” Tristana said, shaking her head.

“I must say, these drawings are impressive, Ziggs.” Teemo whispered, a small smile on his lips. “Didn’t know you had it in you.”

“Yeah, he’s quite the artist.” The female yordle answered, grinning back at him.

“Thanks.” I muttered, my mind elsewhere. “Teemo? You want anything?”

“Eh? No, thanks. We had dinner a while ago.”

On my way to the canteen to see if they had any leftover food, I found Poppy and Heirmendinger talking, probably about Rumble. I asked them to join me and they followed me while she was explaining what had happened earlier.

I offered her some food, which she gladly took. She had skipped dinner with me to watch the footage, and then we’d just forgotten, too wrapped up in the recent events.

The two yordles went back with me and Poppy and I started eating while they went over what we already knew. They were silent before Heimerdinger spoke.

“The only explanation I can come up with” He said, his finger tracing over the drawings “is that Rumble tampered with the security cameras.”

“What?” I asked, incredulous.

“It’s literally the only thing that makes sense. No magic, he just vanishes? It’s scientifically impossible.”

“But he wouldn’t do that!”

“He would if he wants to get away! And to me it seems pretty clear that he does! Rumble’s good with this kind of thing. He could’ve forced the tape to loop or something while he escaped.”

We were all silent, letting that sink in.

“He’s pretty smart, Ziggs.” Poppy whispered, crestfallen. “If he’d wanted to leave, he’d make sure to make it impossible for us to track him down.”

“Did he know about the security cameras?” Teemo asked.

“They are pretty obvious to spot.” Tristana stated, pointing at one in the corner.

“I didn’t know that there were security cameras!” I lashed out at them, my fists hitting the table. “What makes you think he would know?”

“There’s one right there! Anyone could spot them! You’re just not very observant.” Poppy seemed pretty frustrated, but not as much as I was.

“And Rumble is?” I inquired, defensively. I knew him better than any of these yordles, and there they were, pretending that they did.

“He noticed when I got a new haircut.” Tristana whispered, looking down at her intertwined hands. No doubt she thought that Heimerdinger was right.

“That’s because he likes you.” I snapped back at her.

“Ziggs.” Poppy’s face had softened. She placed a hand on my shoulder and gazed into my eyes with what was probably a comforting look. “I know you’re only acting like this because you don’t want the truth to sink in, but I think you need to calm down.”

“You calm down when it’s your best friend that’s missing!” I snarled, getting up and brushing her off. “I’m leaving for Bandle. Where did I put my rucksack?”

I looked around me frantically until Heirmedinger cleared his throat, forcing me to look at him.

“Ziggs, don’t do this. Don’t put your career on the line for him.” He warned, his face stern.

“He’ll be back, Ziggs.” Teemo smiled, probably thinking that would make me calmer. “And with another mech or something. Maybe he just needs some alone time.”

“Just because you’re a loner doesn’t mean he fucking is.” I growled, taking him aback. His face showed surprise and then sadness and I clicked my tongue. “I’m sorry for snapping at you. It’s just… I don’t think this is like when he made Tristy. He warned me then. He was excited about it. He wanted to prove his point. This time he’s just vanished and we’ve got no lead and it’s really upsetting… and…”

I started sniffing and sobbing at that point. I let my body fall limp against the chair and I felt Tristana hold my hand and smile sweetly at me.

“It’s hard for us, too, Ziggs, but we’re here for you. Trust us. And trust him. He’s coming back. Please don’t leave.”

“What would you have me do?” I yelled, tears rolling down my cheeks, wetting my fur. I shut my eyes tightly, maybe to stop myself from crying any more.

“I’ll talk to the Tribunal.” Poppy whispered, sounding dead serious. “They’ll conduct an investigation if you’re that worried. But don’t risk your career. You’ll regret it if it really isn’t something important.”

Poppy came back with Vi and Caitlyn tailing behind. There had been the ones put on the case and had even came to hear us out, which was impressive, considering how late it was. I went over everything, while the others contributed by pointing out the stuff I’d accidentally left out.

“OMG, it’s so cute!” Vi squealed, a teasing smirk on her face. “Yordles conducting an investigation! Cupcake, I say we let them continue on their own, it’s just too adorable for us to interfere.”

Her partner shot her a look before she cleared her throat. “Just ignore her. We’ll do everything we can to solve this case.”

“Thank you very much, officers.” Poppy said, offering them a seat.

“I’m sorry, this might be a bit upsetting but I have to ask you some questions. Please answer truthfully and keep in mind that anything you omit will just hinder the investigation.”

“Of course.” The female yordle answered, eyeing me suspiciously.

“First of all, was Rumble acting strange before his disappearance?” Caitlyn asked, cocking her head to the left as she prepared to write down anything we might say.

“Yes!” Tristana hurried to answer. “He was very secretive! I mean, he’s always been a bit reserved but he was acting strange. He would hardly be with us, and when he did, he looked scruffy, wearing the clothes he’d worn the previous day and stuff like that.”

“He wasn’t eating properly.” Heirmendinger spoke carefully. I turned to look at him, surprised he’d picked up on that. I mean, I had, but because he was my best friend. Was whatever that had happened to him that obvious for everyone except for me? Was something wrong with Rumble that I hadn’t picked up on?

“Care to elaborate?” Caitlyn asked.

“He would hardly go to the canteen, and when he did, I barely saw him eat anything. I mean, I don’t know what it was like at his apartment, but…”

“He’s right, he wasn’t feeding himself properly.” I said. “Not even at his place. I didn’t notice, I…”

I stopped myself from sobbing when I saw the sad look the officers gave me, obviously struck by how much I cared for him.

“I’m sorry…” I sniffed, wiping my face with my paw.

“Don’t worry. We understand. Did anything happen to him for him to act this way?”

There was a silence I decided to break, thinking about what she’d said before.

“He’d been rejected.”

“What do you mean? Had some of his work been rejected or…?”

“I rejected his affections for me.” Tristana whispered, a lump in her throat. “I didn’t do it bluntly, and it was a long time ago, but Ziggs and I both think it had probably sunk in.”

“The last time I spoke to him it was about this. He’d realised she didn’t like him in the same way.”

“Anything else that was off about him?”

“He was never in his home when we went to see him.” Tristana stated.

“He claimed to be working on Tristy in his lab all the time. That’s pretty much all I can think of.” I whispered.

“I’m sorry, Ziggs.” Heirmedinger got up. “I really think Rumble’s run away. I’m not going to be of much help and it’s really late. If you need me to answer any questions, I’ll do so gladly, but that won’t change my opinion on what’s happened. Good luck on your investigation and I hope Rumble comes back soon, but I’m leaving.”

He nodded curtly at us before toddling off.

“It does seem like he wasn’t happy with his life.” Vi yawned, stretching. “I think he run away, too. Hey, Cupcake, mind if I hit the sack too?”

Caitlyn turned to her partner, a mixture of confusion and suspicion on her face.

“O…kay?”

“Night, yordles!” Vi had already turned around and was walking away as she said those words, waving back at us.

Caitlyn looked startled as she tried to get her head back on the current investigation.

“When did you last see him?”

While everyone there except me told her about the time he went to the canteen for breakfast and then not have anything to eat, I spoke about the time I’d gone to see him.

“I even invited him to come do something with me… but I was too stupid to realise something was up…”

“Ziggs.” Tristana put a paw on my shoulder, and I turned my head to look at her. “Don’t beat yourself up about this. None of us noticed.”

“Ziggs, I think you need to rest.” Poppy sighed, her face full of worry.

“It is late.” Caitlyn cocked her head and stared at me. “We will continue tomorrow. I have no more questions to ask.”

I wanted to whine, to complain about it, but they had all done more than enough so I just settled with burying my face in my paws and quieting an incoming sob.

“He’s taken it harder than I thought.” I heard Teemo whisper to the other yordles.

“You go on, I’ll take Ziggs to bed.” Tristana placed an arm over my shoulder and closed the gap between us, leaning in. One of her paws reached out to remove my hands from my face, and she looked into my eyes when I finally uncovered it. “Ziggs…”

“We will find Rumble.” Caitlyn spoke, and when I gazed at her, I found her standing up, a determined look on her face. “We will bring him home safe and sound. No, actually, you will. I am certain of it.”

“Yeah, Ziggs. Just you wait, he’ll be back.” Teemo smiled sweetly at me.

“Thanks everyone… for… for everything you’re doing for him… and for me.” I tried to smile but it was forced and hard, so I ended up giving up. “Good night.”

“Sleep well.” Poppy muttered as she walked away, looking back at me with worry.

Caitlyn bowed before heading out and Teemo snuck off before I noticed. Tristana and I were the only ones left in the room and I couldn’t hold in the tears anymore.

“Hey, hey, don’t cry!” She whispered, wiping the droplets away with her thumb.

“I can’t help it, I miss him so damn much!”

“Aw, Ziggs, everything will be okay.” She muttered, grabbing my head and rocking it gently against her chest, maybe to pacify my loud sobs. “We really should go to bed, though.”

“Yeah…” I sniffed, forcing myself away from her grip. I avoided her gaze as I got up and started walking out of the room. She followed close behind, not daring to break the silence and before I knew it, we had reached my apartment.

“Don’t cry.” She managed a smile. “It doesn’t suit you.”

“I know.” I croaked in between sobs.

We were eating our breakfast at the canteen when Caitlyn waved at me.

“Good morning, yordles.” She said when she was within earshot. “I’ve had specialists inspect the tapes and the footage. The security cameras haven’t been tampered with and the footage hasn’t been forced to loop or anything.”

“Okay…?” Teemo muttered, unsure of what to say. Tristana turned to me, a worried look on her face.

“What does this mean?” Poppy frowned, swallowing her cereal and lowering the spoon.

“What are you talking about?” Kennen asked, intrigued.

“Wait, wait.” I stammered. “So, we’re back to square one?”

“Seems like it.” Caitlyn whispered, a sympathetic look on her face as she stared at me.

“But then… what other option do we have…?” I mumbled, looking back down at my now soggy cereal that I didn’t really want to finish.

“Good morning.” Heimerdinger spoke as he put down the tray with his breakfast on the table. He watched the human and then cocked his head to look at me. “What’s going on?”

“The cameras haven’t been tampered with.” I sighed, pushing my food away and lowering my head.

“Oh.”

“So, ahm… what are we going to do now?” Tristana grabbed my hand as she spoke gently, looking into my eyes.

“Really, what’s going on? I don’t understand anything.” Kennen snapped, irritated after being ignored for so long. Poppy sighed and quickly informed the other of what had happened.

“Hmmm. What if he climbed out of a window or something?” He muttered after a small silence.

“Rumble? Climbing out of a window?” Heimerdinger nearly chocked on his breakfast. “Are you daft?”

“Or escaped through the roof?” Kennen was trying hard to come up with ideas, so I really couldn’t be angry with him.

“He couldn’t have done it with Tristy.” I mumbled, feeling a little disappointed.

“But she’s here… Oh, wait, never mind, you were talking about his mech.”

Caitlyn cleared her throat, maybe to make us focus back on her.

“I could ask them to look again, just to be sure.” She offered, but it was clear she thought it was hopeless.

I was about to reject her politely when the doors of the canteen opened with a bang and Vi came running in, a smirk on her face.

“Ziggs! Cupcake!” She screamed as she pushed her way to our table. She was panting by the time she got there but the smile was still on her features. “I’ve got a lead!”

[metalichotchoco]

The new chapter is out :] Yippee! I should maybe change the tags to include hurt- comfort at this rate lol

[tamak0]

Guys this is serious.

Please support my friend that made a story about my darling Darcy. This is her backstory if you’re interested. He’s so talented and has a lot of beautiful fanfics about your favorites yordles.

After this he says he won’t write anymore, and it may be in part my fault because I wasn’t a good friend. I’m sorry dude, it feels like we can’t be both in the same page at the same time.

[sphelon8565]

Greetings Folks!

05/25/2020

This will be the first time I’ll be posting individual sketches for the sake of big activity here on tumblr...been missing alot of time lately so here goes...

also for those who missed my character sketch activities here in the previous months here’s a link list to catch up on the things I do:

Battle Rehime 001

Battle Rehime 002

Battle Rehime 003

Battle Rehime 004

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Here’s another Important NPC I had to include in the early drafts of the BR series I’m making, oh why it’s the famous character who died in FFVII. Aerith!

So whats her new role here in Battle Rehime? The original plan I have on her and the rest of the FFVII cast was that these guys were recruited and rescued by the heroes of the lore...in this particular case: Bright Noa and his crew remaining crew*after Amuro Ray was dispatch from the war, Captain America, Wonder Woman and a few members of the Justice League of America and S.H.I.E.L.D. after the famous escape from the Shinra HQ incident and President Shinra’s death.

   In order for these guys to get themselves into safety from the Shinra Corps for now after getting chased by them from the Shinra HQ incident, they were drafted into the A.E.U.G. and oh good news** Biggs, Wedge and Jessie manage to survived the Sector 7 incident thanks to some additional shunigan rescue by some unknown party members**to be expanded soon

 Cloud Strife and Tifa were drafted into the S.H.I.E.L.D as part of Captain America and Wonder Woman’s team,**though Tifa works with Tony Stark after in the moment after 3 or 4 short missions. Barret, Aerith and Red 13 were recruited under Captain Tresdin (DOTA 2) and Captain Eiphar Synapse in order to perform missions in the nearby regions of Illyria (Guilty Gear Continent which is also known as Europe!!**we’ll expand what’s going on soon)

Now back to Aerith’s role in the fanfiction story, here she’s helping out Lulu  (a playable League of Legends character here in chapter 11,) and her family of Yordles and Smallkeens alike, assisting her journeys alongside with an injured Jessie and fighting enemies from the likes of  Annie, Tidehunter (Dota 2), some released BIO Weapon Tyrants from the Resident Evil Franchise, and a few important bestiaries **(to be expand soon) and reason why she’s on this kind of mission was to restore any natural habitats that were damaged/destroyed from any atrocities dealt by most antagonists in the lore*like BIO Weapons antagonist Albert Wesker, The Noxian Empire and a few enemies from the Guilty Gear fanchise.

Other than that, she’ll soon befriends the Alchemist, to whom and which are Lulu’s friends in the village around along side: Tristanna, Kardle, Clockwerk and Teemo.

QUOTES:

“OH~Don’t fight here! You’re ruining the flowers I made for them!!” said when fighting against the Tide Hunder.

The rest of the story shall be expanded soon folks....!

now onto the next character

[tinypurplewizardfan]

A Favor

Summary: Lord Veigar struggles with a conjuration that should be simple. Minion Number Forty-three tries his best to help.

Minion Number Forty-three was finishing applying his makeup for the day when suddenly the Mirror Mage appeared in the mirror he was using, causing him to smudge his eyeliner up in an unintended wing. He quickly scrubbed off the offending black liquid before facing to attention.

“Sorry, darling, but our illustrious lord requests your presence in his workshop at once!” She cackled, her apology more mocking than anything.

She disappeared as quickly as she came, revealing Forty-three’s face in the mirror again. His brown fur was smeared with black pretty much all over, even trailing up towards his ear. He whispered all the curses that they would never have let him say in Bandle before splashing his face with water and removing the makeup entirely.

He threw his hood up over his face and left the bathroom. He made his way through the busy tower, weaving his way around the tinkerers and spell-weavers and the impromptu cape-swooshing lesson that had been set up in the main hall. He sighed in jealousy as one of the new recruits, a Demacian by the looks of it, was already swooshing her cape as if she’d been born with it. Forty-three’s own cape-swooshing technique desperately needed some work, and his heart ached to join, but if Lord Veigar called for him personally, then it was essential he did not disappoint!

He climbed the many, many, many stairs up the tower until he reached the floor below the very tip of the spire. Lord Veigar’s personal quarters were a floor up, but right here was the master’s own personal workshop. Forty-three had never been in here before, but he’d seen the fire that rained from the windows of this floor often enough to be aware of its location.

There was a floor-length mirror placed outside at an awkward angle. He took a moment to smooth his robes before knocking on the door.

The door cracked. “Number Forty-three?

“Yes, my lord.”

“Come in.”

Forty-three held his breath as he crossed the threshold. He waited for magical energy to shock his senses, waited for fog to roll across the floor and lightning to crackle in the air, but none of that seemed to occur. Inside the room, rather, was an enormous window, dominated by an even bigger magnifying glass that distorted the blue morning sky. The walls were lined with shelves of books, not unlike the library a floor down. Everything else in the room had been pushed against said shelves, leaving an empty space, in the center of which stood Lord Veigar himself.

Forty-three finally got it into him to bow. “My lord!”

There was no response, and at this, Forty-three looked up. One of Lord Veigar’s eyes seemed to be. . . twitching. That couldn’t be a good sign. Further inspection of his Lordship revealed shaking hands and a quiet, breathy wheeze that filled the silence.

“My lord?”

Lord Veigar turned away, towards the window, before gesturing behind. “Stand, stand.”

“Is everything alright, my lor-”

“YES! Everything is FINE!” Veigar whirled around again, his eyes flaring like two embers that had just received a gust of wind.

Then, once more, his Lordship returned to face the window. It seemed as if he couldn’t decide which direction to face. Forty-three elected to remain still until he made up his mind.

“Shut the door,” he ordered.

Forty-three went and shut the door. Then he returned to position, standing as straight as an arrow.

“Do you have anything to do with Bandle City, Number Forty-three?”

“I have a sister, my lord.”

“Visit often?”

“W-well, um. . . her birthday was last month, and I, uh, requested time off for that?”

“Yes, I know, I cleared that. Quit babbling! You haven’t done anything wrong yet!”

“Yes, my lord, thank you, my lord.”

Finally, Lord Veigar turned around with a mighty flourish of his robes and clenching his enlarged gauntlet into a tight fist. “Open a portal to Bandle!”

“Right now? To my sister, my lord?”

“I don’t care where! Open a portal!”

Forty-three folded his hands together and nodded. He closed his eyes and envisioned a golden thread. This golden thread ducked and weaved around him, swirling in different bunches around the workshop until he was finally able to find the gleaming needle that led the pattern, which had ended up behind him. He felt a tug of warmth against his chest. He opened his eyes. Turning around was the portal, a golden, swirling mass, not unlike the bunches of string he had been taught to picture to conjure the thing.

Lord Veigar grabbed his arm with his smaller gauntlet, but instead of shoving Forty-three out of the way, he simply held his touch. Forty-three froze. Lord Veigar’s glance alternated between him and the portal. Then he let go and tranced around it. He dipped a finger of his gauntlet against the edges but recoiled before he could submerge it any farther. Then he disappeared behind its glimmer.

“My lord, it probably isn’t good to hold it open this long.” Forty-three suggested meekly.

“Close it.”

Forty-three loosened his concentration and the golden gleam winked out of existence. Lord Veigar had his hand presumably on his chin, as the arm of his cloak disappeared into the shadow that enveloped his form, creating quite an odd effect.

Lord Veigar then went over to a table that had been pushed aside and grabbed a pen and notebook. “Do it again.”

“Yes, my lord?”

Forty-three once again focused on the thread to find the needle, and another portal opened, this time in front of him and to the left. He took care to ensure this one led to a different place in Bandle, too- a safety precaution, hopefully. He held it open as his Lordship furiously scribbled notes.

“Close it, close it.” Lord Veigar waved dispassionately.

Forty-three closed the portal as he continued to write, or perhaps sketch. A period of two or three minutes passed and Forty-three shifted his weight from side to side.

“I-is that all, my lord?” He asked.

“No! Describe what it felt like.”

“To. . . conjure the portal?”

“Are you questioning me?” Lord Veigar’s gaze snapped up from the paper, causing him to shiver.

“Of course not!” Forty-three gave a swift half-bow. “To answer: conjuring the portal feels like a needle and thread.”

He gave an abridged version of the visualization technique he was taught in school. It was a fairly popular technique, only rivaled by the “water” technique some of the elder yordles preferred, although he didn’t go into that too in-depth.

“I take it you’re a water-type, my lord?” He finished.

“A what?” Lord Veigar narrowed his eyes.

“A water-type visualizer. To conjure the portal.”

His Lordship’s gaze drifted to the back wall. Forty-three turned around to find nothing but the same bookshelves. He turned back around and Lord Veigar hadn’t moved.

“Yes.” The overlord finally replied. “I wasn’t aware there was another technique.”

Something was deeply wrong with his voice that Forty-three couldn’t quite put his finger on.

“Walk me through it.” Lord Veigar commanded.

“Okay.” Forty-three came up to his side. “First, you’ll want to close your eyes.”

The fiery orbs disappeared from the blanket of shadow.

“Then you’re going to want to picture the thread around you.”

Lord Veigar opened his eyes briefly to toss the pen and paper off to the side. Then he shut them again and slowly raised his hands.

“Trace it in your mind’s eye, my lord.” Forty-three mentioned in response.

He did not lower his hands. “Continue.”

“Find the thread, see where it bunches. Don’t spend too long on the tangles, just follow them through. At the end there should be a needle-”

His Lordship exhaled and a tremble passed through his frame.

“Then you should feel that familiar tug of warmth in your chest.”

Suddenly, golden cracks sprouted in the air around them. From those rained a few shimmery sparks. Lord Veigar’s arms were shaking as if they were holding an intensive spell, and his yellow orbs were only narrow slits. Forty-three took a step back.

There was an audible snap and the golden cracks weaving their way through the air fizzled from existence. A wave of energy hit both of them, causing Lord Veigar to stumble back. His shoulders drooped, his larger gauntlet scraping against the floor. The gust hadn’t done much to Forty-three other than knock his hood down, something that was quickly remedied.

With his smaller hand, Lord Veigar clutched his chest, which was now heaving up and down.

“. . . are you alright, my lord?”

The workshop exploded, at least metaphorically, with movement and rage. Books were knocked off shelves. Tools were thrown about in a whirlwind of purple robes. Lord Veigar then shoved aside the enormous magnifying glass, opened the window, and the sound of stars getting torn from their orbits and slamming violently into the countryside rang out for all to hear. And Forty-three stayed very, very, very still.

Eventually the room joined him in stillness, but any semblance of peace was broken by Lord Veigar’s huffs. He gripped the windowsill, the back of his hat outlined against the bright blue sky.

“Number Forty-three,” his Lordship finally said, “do you find this funny?”

“No, of course not, my lord!”

Another long pause. “If you tell anyone what has transpired today, I will personally burn your fur from your flesh.”

“Understood, my lord.”

Forty-three turned and swiftly made for the door, but his hand hesitated on the handle. An idea had crossed his mind, an old bit of lore from school. Lord Veigar hadn’t technically dismissed him yet. But he also wasn’t the most experienced of his Lordship’s minions, and certainly not the most adept at any kind of magic or anything respectable.

“M-my lord, there is another way, perhaps?”

“What?”

It wasn’t an immediate ‘no’, so Forty-three continued. He still clutched the door handle though. “Multiple yordles make stronger portals. Their powers can combine, so to speak. Perhaps we could try that?”

There was no immediate response. Forty-three dared a glance over his shoulder to see Lord Veigar staring him down. He immediately looked away again and focused on the grooves in the door handle.

“Come back here, Forty-three.”

He let go of the handle and ventured back to the center of the room.

“Open a portal. If your hypothesis is correct, I should be able to attune to it, right?” Lord Veigar asked.

“Yes. And then strengthen it with your own.”

“Yes, strengthen it.” He echoed. “Begin.”

The thread was harder to visualize. The golden cracks that had appeared earlier sullied the thread’s trail in his mind’s eye, but Forty-three was able to trace it back to the needle, this time directly to his left.

“I’ve got it, my lord. See if you can connect with it?”

The needle stayed strong, and if he kept his mind’s eye on it he shouldn’t lose it. This unfortunately meant that he couldn’t open his actual eyes during the process, and as a result, he was caught completely by surprise when some sort of dark energy tried to rip the needle away from him. He grunted and refocused. Something in his very essence began to burn, as if a shard of runic iron had been implanted directly into his soul. The tug of warmth as the portal opened was more like a brand of hot fire stamping into his chest, knocking the wind right out of him.

He opened his eyes and coughed. To his left, a portal did indeed swirl, but its edges were jagged, and a faint wind swirled from it, blowing Lord Veigar’s cloak in the breeze as he sauntered around it, head held high.

“YES!” He cackled. “Oh, if only he could see me now, that insolent fool!”

The temptation to ask who this “he” was was almost unbearable, but the last thing Forty-three wished to do was spoil his Lordship’s newfound good mood. Instead, he simply chimed, “Yes, indeed, my lord!”

Lord Veigar danced around the portal. Approaching its face, he held his enormous gauntlet out. After a brief second he shoved it through. Another laugh escaped him and he waved the submerged gauntlet around, before withdrawing it and closing it with the point of his finger. At that, the burning feeling left Forty-three’s chest.

“Excellent work, my otherwise mediocre lackey! You are now free to go now. I have no further use of you at the moment.”

“Goodbye and good day, my lord.” Forty-three bowed. “I’m grateful to have been of service.”

He stood and trotted to the door.

“Forty-three!”

“Yes?”

“Still don’t tell anyone. This will be our little secret, understand?”

“Of course, my lord. Wouldn’t dream of it.” He gave another bow in his Lordship’s direction before slipping away from the workshop.

Minion Number Forty-three returned to the main floor of the tower to find that the cape-swooshing lesson had ended a little while ago. A little disheartened, he journeyed back to his quarters to get ready for his intended shift today. He stopped briefly by the bathroom and realized he’d left his makeup supplies all over one of the vanities. It didn’t seem to have been disturbed, thankfully. He gathered his things, but before he could turn around, the mirror flashed.

“Hello darling, how’d it go up there?” The Mirror Mage said.

“What do you mean?”

“It’s very rare for one of you lower lackeys to be personally called upon by his Lordship.” The Mirror Mage twirled a bit of her cheek fur in her fingers. “Just exactly what did he have you do?”

Forty-three decided that he liked his own fur just as it was. “Nothing much.”

“Is that so?”

The Maven of Mirrors stared him down. Dutifully, Forty-three said no more.

“Mmm, suppose that’s fair.” She shrugged. “Old secrets like that have no business in the light.”

The Mirror Mage disappeared before Forty-three could ask what she meant.

[doomtrainandtonberries]

Fanfiction - League Of Legends

Fanfiction – League Of Legends

The yordle bombardier met an odd pairing in the eye of the void, Vel’koz. One was doing it for just a laugh on the other champs while the other was charting notes for supposed mental profiles. It didn’t take long for the full roster of champions to see the two together and wonder what was coming. From getting Vladimir drunk with Gragas’s donated brew to watching Lux’s and Miss Fortune’s clothes…

[coton-tulipe]

ff+ Tynen :^)

Send me "ff+" and a character name and my character will react to finding and reading a graphic and sex-filled fanfiction of themselves and that character.

Well, this was certainly... Something. Tulip was reading with a beat red expression.

“Very... Descriptive. I can’t see myself acting like this or, let’s say, ‘submit’ like that. Or be that forward in the first place... I don’t even know this Yordle, why would someone write something like this about us?”

// You can stop reading now //

“Just five more minutes~?“

[king-sil44]

Ended up finally watching Arcane.

Ow 😀

Now I’m coping until Saturday by shipping gay little yordles.

I blame @antleredoctopus on here who makes lovely fanart of a crack ship.

Ship that ain’t canon so good I’m writing fanfiction for it👍

[sandsandsorrows]

a-rat-and-a-blob submitted:                        

Eh…. Why not? I guess. Sorry if this becomes too long.

To put it bluntly, I feel like the world of runeterra and the characters are simply more dynamic and identifiable.

In terms of character, you learn more details about them that at least makes them stand out from the typical character tropes that they obviously represent. (Every character is a trope in some way or form) Many people seem to forget that the old lore severely lacked detail and was super vague, making them seem like they’re just the stereotypical trope and nothing else. While sometimes this vagueness works well to the advantage of some champions (Viktor & Amumu are the best example of this), a lot of champions did suffer from this vagueness. In Twitch’s lore, outside of the fact that he was being used as a tool and he was prideful in being a plague rat in the old lore, you don’t really have an idea of what he’s like as a character outside of that or what he’s been through. Janna’s lore raises a lot of questions on how a half-naked air elemental could even exist in an urban setting such as Piltover or Zaun. Even ZAC’s old lore, as much as I loved it, doesn’t really establish an interesting character to look into after his story is done. All you know is that he likes to save people and give funny lines and… that’s it?

With the writers adding more details, connections, and development to their characters, it’s should be interesting on how these characters differ from the trope. Do all the details always match? No. Not by a long shot. (Azir being a rapist is not what I have in mind..) But I still really like some of these details and the connections between characters. The fact that Renekton would teach Azir. I like the fact that Rammus apparently has a cult around him yet he ignores all of it. I like ZAC’s hobby of fixing infrastructure. Additionally, I also like the fact that these characters have the ability to change. In the old lore, I felt like the institute was severely handicapping them in terms of development and change, which are both crucial factors that affect characters. You just can’t settle conflicts like ordinary people with that crutch. (Every story would be a sports rivalry if that’s the case)

I also like the fact that the world of runeterra is growing more grey and interesting, albeit inconsistent. In the old lore, all of the cities seemed to be based off of stereotypes. Good Scientist City Piltover. Bad Scientist city Zaun. Hero Demacia. Villain Noxus. Pirate Bilgewater. In the New Lore, while they still somewhat have these stereotypes, it’s becoming more interesting. It’s no longer one note rivalries between cities or a place where all of this stereotypes hang out. And as evidenced by the Bilgewater event, these environments can also be subject to change. 

To me, the new lore is more dynamic and ever changing. The characters and the world are becoming less of simple 1 dimensional tropes and growing more in their own stories. Do I agree with everything? No. The yordle update was stupid. Amumu’s lore was insultingly bad. And anyone who follows me knows what I feel about ZAC as of now. They don’t always hit bullseye. But does that take away from the new stories that I do like and my interest in the champions and the new world. No. Absolutely not.

Before we start to harp on how the old lore lacked detail and yadda yadda, let’s not forget that in those times they had a lot less people and resources to deal with only the lore.

It was like the current short lores: just the basic idea that could later be expanded upon. Yes, they were tropes, but if you read the short lores and only the short lores, they still are. The new lore has the advantage that now there are resources for flavour stories, a whole lore team to work on this sort of thing.

On the other hand when the old lore had the resources to match the new one in details, it was much higher quality. It’s a precious few champions who got Judgements and/or participated in the JoJ articles, I know, but it’s a glimpse into what could have been if the new lore decided to build upon what already was there instead of discarding the base of their world.

Because that’s what is missing: the coherent world underneath the various unconnected stories, the base of the narrative. As silly and simple as the old lore was, it was one organic whole, it made sense within the narrative.

The new writers looked at the old lore and said. “What is missing? This is a skeleton, we need to flesh it out with details.“

And what did they do? They threw the skeleton away and started piling details on each other without anything to hold them up. No wonder when you look past the fact that this or that details is cool, it makes no sense and just sort of... flops. One of my friends compared it to fanfiction without having a base world first and I wholeheartedly agree with that description.

Make no mistake, some of the ideas they have come up with are cool, but it doesn’t lessen that as a whole, the only dynamic thing the new lore does is some pathetic wobbling if you poke it. No amount of good ideas will make a story good if they are just all thrown into a pot and presented together with no regards to coherency and no solid, logical base to build upon. Not only do they not add up, at certain points they outright contradict each other. You don’t even need to look outside of the individual stories: they in general seem to have a tendency to tell you one thing and then show something entirely different.

Not to mention how often they get stuff wrong - so wrong it’s immersion breaking. It takes one look at the new map where Piltover is sitting in the middle of Noxian territory, happily independent for me to say that it’s nonsense, that’s impossible. The whole mess with Azir knocking up slaves and the fact that apparently nobody on the lore team opened a history book to check what a harem was.

I have an ever growing urge to jump off a bridge every time they talk of anything science related in the new update because that’s not how you science. And not how universities work and ffs is everyone stupid in this city? If they had an ounce of common sense they would have left Zaun a long time ago - don’t tell me Noxus or Demacia wouldn’t be happy to have them. Labourers (probably trained labourers even) for the cheap price of a not-deadly living space and food. As far as we know, Piltover doesn’t forbid them from leaving, so why are they still there when they are starving, poisoned on a daily basis and Piltover can decide any day that they will wipe the rest of them off the face of the planet? Not because of Zaunite pride, because if they had a choice, they would rather be Pilties instead.

“The Institute is too hard to write around”. Okay, then change. Gradually. So you can keep your foundations and build towards a different conclusion without shooting yourself in the foot and crippling your whole universe. As people who follow Cataclysm timelines show, it is very simple to gradually remove the IoW without retconing everything and it opens up multiple possibilities depending on how each nation and champion reacts to the change. 

I would argue with the world turning greyer and it being a good thing by default, but I already wrote a wall, I’ll leave that for another day.

tl;dl.: Because they are focusing too much on adding special flavouring to each individual champion, I think the world the new lore presents is standing on much too shaky legs to hold up its overall narrative. The details are all these bells and whistles they tack on their already unsteady base that might look nice or even cool on their own, but they do not fit together and present a chaotic, outright bizarre picture when you look at more than one at a time.

I don’t know if you’ve ever been to a house where every piece of furniture and every piece of decoration is from a different style and period, but the overall effect if disorienting and plain ugly. That’s how I feel about the new lore.

[msartheartoie]

Ain't no Moon to Gaze Alone [Diana x Leona] (Capítulo 1)

X-Posted at: Spirit Fanfiction, Nyah ,  AO3, FF.NET

Titulo: Ain't no Moon to Gaze Alone /  [no translation to english yet]

Categoria: Games »  League of Legends

Idioma: Português, Classificação: M

Gênero: Romace / Comédia/ Angst / Dor-conforto

Casal: Diana x Leona

Sinopse/ Nota do Autor:

[Diana x Leona centric] [um pouco de Caitlyn x Vi, Zyra x Elise e Ahri x Leblanc] Diana está na liga e Leona não sabe se está preparada para enfrentar seu calcanhar de aquiles. Será que ela terá coragem de resolver anos de desentendimento e sentimentos reprimidos sem precisar derramar uma gota de sangue? *YURI / FEMMESLASH* AVISO: Contém ORANGE yay!! (depois de muito angst claro)

Recomendo ouvir a musica Ain't No Sunshine, de Bill Withers durante a leitura dessa fic.

Enjoy!~ [Ain't no sunshine when she's gone / Only darkness every day / Ain't no sunshine when she's gone/ And this house just ain't no home /Anytime she goes away]

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O instituto da Guerra lentamente amanhecia com nuvens cinzentas e leves brisas frias. Hoje seria um dia incomum, não fosse o fato de não haver tempo ruim para partidas. Já cedo os campeões se preparavam apropriadamente e daqui a poucas horas se poderá ouvir o burburinho pelos corredores. Leona sentia que hoje seria um dia neutro, ela fazia sua caminhada matinal antes dos primeiros raios de sol serem vistos -mesmo cainda estando escondidos entre as nuvens-. A Escolhida do Sol sempre percorria o mesmo caminho curto e próximo a entrada principal do Instituto, mas hoje ela sentia que queria fazer algo diferente, sentia uma estranha vontade de se libertar da rotina, do mesmo jeito que o dia se libertou.

Ela apenas queria quebrar suas regras.

Virou-se então para o sentido oposto e caminhou para o jardim que estava distante da extravagante morada dos campeões. Más línguas dizem que no Instituto da Guerra existe um jardim de ares sombrios, totalmente diferente do jardim principal, e que este serve apenas como lugar de encontros secretos devido à dificuldade de acertar os caminhos sinuosos -exatamente como é em Twisted Treeline-. Não que Leona acreditasse em boatos, mas esse... Não. Ela não podia acreditar tão cegamente nisso. Não como quando era criança e ouvia sempre o que seus amigos diziam, espacialmente uma menina de olhos cinzentos que dizia coisa com coisa sobre a lua e o sol chamada Di--

- Diana..? Leona se perdeu de seus pensamentos quando avistou uma silhueta pálida em uma posição bem conhecida por ela. A silhueta em questão estava ajoelhada na grama molhada, aparentemente meditando. A ruiva esfregou os olhos para ter certeza se era mesmo sua ex-melhor amiga e não apenas coisas da sua cabeça, mas Diana continuava ali firme como pedra sem nem ao menos notar a sua presença.

- Então era verdade... Leona hesitou por um momento. Sendo ela uma campeã popular e bem social, sempre acaba sabendo de um boato ou outro. Andou ouvindo por aí sobre a inscrição de uma nova campeã para a Liga vinda de Monte Targon, mas ela nunca imaginaria que seria Diana. Suspeitam que o principal motivo de Diana estar ali é assassinar a Campeã do Sol e fazer da noite o único ciclo eterno do dia, e os mais informados dizem que seu objetivo é revelar a verdade por trás das ações dos Solari sobre toda Valoran e retomar sua antiga seita Lunari. Quisera Leona acreditar que tudo isso não passasse de mentiras, mas ela mesma ouviu do seu mais confiável ancião as atrocidades que Diana cometeu durante sua ausência de Monte Targon.

Será que sua antiga amiga de infância finalmente enlouqueceu? Se há alguma chance de descobrir a verdade, a hora é agora... Mas Leona não podia. Seu forte e cego senso de dever não permitia. Sua única permissão era seguir conforme a cultura Solari: Fazer o herege pagar por sua heresia, seja ele amigo, parente, bicho de estimação ou cônjuge. Sem exceções. Tudo que ela podia fazer era aguardar o inevitável dia em que tiver de enfrentar Diana.

Mal sabia Leona que este dia estava mais próximo do que podia imaginar...

Com as nuvens iluminadas em tom alaranjado, o primeiro sinal mágico anunciando o inicio das partidas tocava. Tão cedo e a primeira partida já estava marcada para daqui a duas horas e meia,  tempo suficiente para Leona se preparar e seguir para o saguão de escolha dos campeões. E foi o que fez antes de olhar uma última vez para trás e notar que Diana já não está mais no jardim.

=~.~.~.~.~==~.~.~.~.~==~.~.~.~.~==~.~.~.~.~==~.~.~.~.~=

A Lunari também mantinha velhos hábitos noturnos. Passar noites em claro observando o céu era um deles, até mesmo na companhia das nuvens e do frio. Certamente uma atitude fora do comum para os que vivem no Instituto, que até então só fizeram lançar olhares tortuosos para Diana. Sua aura fria e sombria os intimidava e a marca da heresia Lunari em seu rosto apenas comprova o passado manchado que carrega. Não que ela desejasse fazer amigos ali, ela apenas ansiava enfrentar sua inimiga mortal: Campeã do Sol Leona, O Alvorecer Radiante.

Com um pouco de sorte o grande dia não demoraria a chegar.

Antes mesmo de ouvir o anúncio da primeira partida Diana já se andava para dentro do instituto para começar seu tedioso momento de socialização forcada. Não faltava muito para o começo da primeira seleção de campeões, todos os lutadores aguardavam no enorme salão. Burburinhos eram ouvidos de canto a canto. Algumas palavras amistosas e outras nem tanto, mas nada que necessite ser resolvido fora dos Campos da Justiça. Os primeiros campeões iam sendo escolhidos por seus invocadores. Diana estreitou o olhar ao ouvir seu nome ser proclamado e deu um passo à frente, recitando sua frase de batalha. Ela era a última escolha de seu time. Sua rota seria Mid. De certa forma esperava ouvir o nome de Leona ser chamado pelo time inimigo, entretanto suas esperanças diminuíam a cada campeão que subia na plataforma mágica. Por fim Diana teria o Yordle Teemo como seu principal oponente.

Leona decidiu assistir a partida. Notou como Diana estava diferente, muito longe de parecer aquela menina tímida com quem dividia a espada e os livros. Observava o modo da Lunari atacar o pequeno Teemo, parecia estar determinada em tirar sua vida a todo custo, e não demorou para o pequeno escoteiro ser o primeiro abate da partida.

Fiora, que sentava a seu lado, pareceu não gostar nem um pouco.

- Pobrezinho... Ele é fofinho demais para morrer desse jeito!

A Demaciana limpava suas lágrimas com o lenço ornamentado enquanto maldizia Diana com todo o seu sotaque carregado. Leona apenas concordou com um aceno sem nem mesmo tirar os olhos da partida.

- Qualé! Esse nanico dos infernos merece mesmo uma lição!

Esbravejava uma "alegre" Vi com sua lata de cerveja na mão. Caitlyn estava ao seu lado e reprovava a atitude irresponsável de Vi beber em plena manhã. Percebendo a cara zangada da Xerife, Vi a abraçou com mão que estava livre e apoiada no sofá. - Não concorda comigo, Cupcake?

- Se você se atrever a descer essa mão eu vou te prender por Atentado ao Pudor.

Vi apenas sorriu largamente e se virou completamente para beijar o canto dos labios de Caitlyn.

- Por mais que cê me tente com essa  ideia de ser punida por você Cait, eu também sou da lei e não vou cair fácil nessa tua bait de querer usar tuas algemas de pelúcia em mim.  Hoje não, bebê!

E Vi voltou sua atenção para a partida com seu maior sorriso triunfante, ignorando o rosto vermelho de raiva e vergonha da Xerife por ter sido ludibriada por sua subordinada. Leona não sabia o que pensar ao presenciar a cena. Ela sabia que as Melhores de Piltover tinham esse tipo de relacionamento e que elas faziam questão de não o esconder. De certa forma se lembrou de como ela era totalmente diferente de Diana e ainda assim sempre tinham o que conversar. Riu timidamente e voltou a assistir à partida que parecia favorável para o time de Diana. Pouco mais de trinta minutos depois a partida acaba com a sua vitória.

O coração da Rakkor acelerou ao ver Diana pisando fora da plataforma mágica de teleporte. Sua roupa azulada tinha pequenos rasgos na área dos ombros, braços e pernas. Seus olhos se encontraram brevemente e Leona não reconheceu nenhum sentimento no olhar de Diana. Era um olhar inexpressivo, tão diferente do seu olhar vívido e brilhante. Instintivamente deu alguns passos em direção a Lunari, ver as marcas desta batalha em sua amiga apertava seu coração bondoso. Diana percebeu a aproximação de Leona e internamente sentiu o ódio ferver seu sangue, mas tendo ela assinado os Termos de Boa Conduta E Não Agressão Fora Dos Campos Da Justiça, apenas a olhou com o máximo de indiferença que pôde.

Leona por sua vez queria tocá-la, chegou até a levantar seus braços para tocar o braço injuriado de Diana, mas rapidamente recuou o gesto e suspirou pesadamente. Queria ela não ser tão disciplinada. Queria apenas ser livre em suas escolhas. Nunca desejou enfrentar Diana nos Campos da Justiça, não ela como uma executora e sua ex-melhor amiga uma criminosa. Suspirou mais uma vez e mais dolorosamente, se virando e caminhando para a direção oposta.

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O restante do dia foi uma tediosa rotina entre aguardar a escolha dos invocadores e treinar nas poucas horas vagas, e isso foi se repetindo ao longo das semanas e meses. Novos campeões entraram para a Liga nesse meio tempo, e Diana mantinha o comportamento recluso e de pouca intimidade apesar de já não mais receber os olhares tortos das pessoas. Pode-se dizer que a Lunari já até se acostumou com o ambiente multicultural do Instituto, e sem dúvidas seu tempo na liga favoreceu e muito suas pesquisas. Diana continuava a sair na calada da noite para observar o céu e fazer pequenas preces para sua lua salvadora. Pedia sempre a mesma coisa: Ter o sangue de Leona em sua espada e toda a glória dos Lunari de volta. Dormia e acordava com esse objetivo. Seu rancor era maior do que o sentimento que ainda tinha por Leona.

Sim, Diana amava Leona.

Mas não conseguia perdoá-la por ter sido abandonada em Monte Targon logo em um tempo tão amargo e difícil. Leona tinha feito sua escolha. Tinha abdicado do amor quando resolveu se compromissar com os deveres Solari na Liga das Lendas. Diana já a tinha perdoado antes pelo breve afastamento por conta das necessidades dos Solari e a atitude indiferente para com suas pesquisas, porém... Ver Leona concordar em servir um pedido sem propósito foi demais para a descendente Lunari.

Diana levantou de sua posição meditativa quando sentiu os primeiro raios febris do Sol lhe esmurrar a face. Essa esfera acalorada tão cruelmente a expulsava com sua luz alaranjada. Diana tocou a própria face sensível. Certamente não pertencia ao dia. Decidiu se entregar a derrota e seguiu Instituto adentro. Hoje iria dormir as poucas horas que lhe restava antes do início das partidas.

A Lunari tinha dormido um pouco além do esperado, e acabou perdendo a hora do café da manhã. Não se importava muito, ate preferia pular o desejum para não ter de ver ou ouvir conversa fiada. Infelizmente, durante a escolha de campeões ela não teve o mesmo prazer. Chegando ao salão pôde ouvir o mesmo burburinho de sempre. Por mais que se afastasse, ela ainda ouviria o barulho das conversas. Alguns campeões residentes da Ilha das Sombras faziam uma silenciosa companhia a Diana e ela sem dúvidas ignorava a presença deles ali. Pouco ela se importava com o que pensassem, contanto que não insultem sua benevolente Lua.

Caminhou a passos lentos e cautelosos quando ouviu seu nome. Desta vez ela foi a primeira a ser escolhida. Estava até que bem popular entre os invocadores, apesar de normalmente não obedecer nenhum comando que recebe. Depois dela convocaram a Rainha Aranha Elise, a Raposa de Nove Caudas Ahri e a melhor dupla de Piltover: Caitlyn e Vi.

Diana observava o time inimigo ser montado. Curiosamente alguns campeões tinham alguma ligação uns com os outros, como as Demacianas Fiora e Quinn. Já de Leblanc e Zyra ela não sabia muita coisa, apenas observava indiferente as duas caminharem para a plataforma de teleporte. Mas ainda faltava alguém... De certa forma a Lunari não criava mais expectativas de enfrentar Leona nos Campos da Justiça, não depois de saber que os invocadores tinham sido instruídos pelo Alto Concelho e pelo Grande Ancião Solari a evitar confronto entre elas. Ela amaldiçoava profundamente o velhote entre um rangido de dentes e uma pisada propositalmente audível na plataforma, quando...

- Você pagará por sua heresia, Diana!

Leona esbravejou um novo grito de guerra em um tom desafiador. Diana não conteve a surpresa. Olhou fixamente nos olhos da Solari antes de sorrir seu sorriso mais perverso para a Aurora Radiante.

Finalmente o impasse entre os Solari e os Lunari, O Escárnio da Lua e a Alvorada Radiante será resolvido.

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A/N:

Olá, pessoas! Eu estava com a idéia de escrever como elas se reencontrariam depois de tanto tempo afastadas, e deu nisso que vocês acabaram de ler!

Eu me diverti bastante escrevendo sobre essas duas e esse é só o começo, ainda tenho muitas idéias pela frente e outros ships para explorar, por isso comentem seu mais perversos shipps! (Ando shippando mais casais yuri/yaoi que ht's nesse lolzinho de deolz, mas... Se o ship for convincente, to dentro!) :P

07-03-2016 EDIT:

Ainda planejo escrever sobre os outros shipps -já detalhados no meu profile-, mas o único que ta completo é o DianaxLeona [nem mesmo cait x Vi estão prontas ops]. Na verdade minha idéia original era explorar o relacionamento de todas nesta partida. Casa shipp vai ter seu conflito pré–durante-pós partida. A única coisa que falta mesmo é terminar de escrever hehe... Sinceramente nem o título da série principal eu tenho direito , e muuuuuuita coisa mudou no lol desde os primeiros feels sobre meus shipps. Mas quem sabe eu não me anime? Talvez até ocorra alguns spin-offs, usando outros mapas como base, até mesmo o extinto dominion...

Enfim.

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