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askkarthus:

An addition to this
BUFFNIVIA 

((….There is fanart of this. Goodbye friends I am gone. am dead. Done.))

askkarthus:

An addition to this

BUFFNIVIA 

((….There is fanart of this. Goodbye friends I am gone. am dead. Done.))

((I’d like to apologize not only to god but to Jesus.

The entirety of this is all Riven’s delusional fever nightmares. This is everything you need to know about what happens when I stream.

Hopefully the nightmare fuel will tide you over with horror until I am ready to post a special (not totally) surprise. -Lin))

It would appear fate would have it that the fallen angel and I would cross paths outside the arena once more. The wonders such dark magic has created no?
((A little ooc but will be returning to asks in a little bit after another short stupid break thing. So until then enjoy a little gift for my museum buddy. ))

It would appear fate would have it that the fallen angel and I would cross paths outside the arena once more. The wonders such dark magic has created no?

((A little ooc but will be returning to asks in a little bit after another short stupid break thing. So until then enjoy a little gift for my museum buddy. ))

Sonder, Caitlyn, Sona? - chaoticsonder

summoner-tybresa:

"I would go hunting with Caitlyn. It has been far too long since I have used a crossbow properly …"

"I would … spank … Sona, I suppose. I would not want to subject the Maven to the other option, really …"

"… and that leaves watching risque films with Sonder. Oh, how far I have fallen.”

First own and now this? Hm? Your responses are getting increasingly..bold summoner.

whereshadowsthrive:

//A look into how I think Rumble went about building Tristy. And also a look into how severe the beating in his lore that prompted him to build her was. 

Time restraints and all…she’s a work of art.

Honestly? This new battle ground mode may have us near full capacity on our abilities however…

It’s more along the lines of who is louder than anyone else. There’s really no finesse. Quite painful to be forced to preform endlessly without any erring permitted. Possible. But unpleasant to act as a pure puppet rather than combatant.

Needless to say, I’m probably not the only one a little less than pleased with this….fight. 

But. Thank you for the concern dear summoners. I’ll recover.

((This sounded like a lot better an idea at 4 am. Redraw of this old ditty. 

Going to be doing stupid “beach week” shit while I get sorted to answer other ask thing. While using this as a way to break from regular stuff. 

So enjoy the stupid comic shits for a little while. -<3 Lin

[edit] Ps. Since people need clarifying again  the woman with black hair is this lady.))

ask-singed-themadchemist:

asksonabuvelle:

"You’ve…certainly acquired a flowery tongue today. I suppose it has been awhile since I’ve been in Zaun….Very well. Though what sort of muse you would require is a curious thing. I’ll acquiesce for respect to your work as a colleague.

The acid rains of Zaun indeed are like no other as you say after all..

"Well. It’s true that my words can be as caustic as my poisons. It doesn’t mean that I will be like this with everyone. Some peoples are good… Interesting enough for me to behave in a good way."

Was it a compliment, with a voice as cold ? It was kind of twisted, but what could you expected from someone labelled as mad by the whole world…At the mention of the acid rains, Singed turn his face to the sky. For him, he didn’t even feel it now. For others, it was some kind of warm rain. It wasn’t strong enough to burn you, but you can feel it. It could change a bit the colour of your hair, or even your skin, if you stayed too long. Hence, the particular colours of Zaunite. Red, pink, violet, green… The chemist looked back at Sona and her long blue hairs…

"Wait a second."

He walked a bit aside and took a rusty iron bar from a side road. A vial jumped in his hand and he popped the wax-sealed corks with a flick of his thumb, putting the head on the bar extremity. A gas came out, solidifying in a black membrane as Singed was turning the iron bar. Thirty second later, he was back to the musician with an home-made umbrella… He raised it in order to protect her.

"Science. As I said, you already give me new inspirations. Should we go ?"

What a strange duo. The tall mad chemist and the maven of the string, walking under the same umbrella. The Zaunite was pointing everywhere with his free hand, explaining some fumes, giving explanations for the eclectic architecture. Here was a famous drug maker, here some kind of musician who thrive to power up his sounds. This colour was made by a curious alchemy between two Zaunite birds. Some kind of weird mix between a raven and a robin.

But sometimes, as song is better than a description.

And this is the sound of Zaun in my opinion.

There wasn’t much that could surprise Sona anymore than the situation had. Here walked a protege of a Zaunite war criminal, whose creation now shielded an Ionian from toxins of Zaun’s making as it rained down. It was almost hilarious.

Almost.

And there they were still weaving through the architecture of Zaun The dark shapes leaned over them. Archways like mechanical ribs jutting out, and the rain creeping through each crack. It wasn’t all dark, the iridescent shine of the puddles brought a host of colors. This warm smothering feeling was somehow a little comforting, but broken by recollections of how many environmental safety laws the rainwater alone breaks. 

Even now Sona could still feel the slight sensation of the rain, slowly drying away in veined trails across the skin. The practicality of his throwing away the ability to feel was beginning to seem reasonable even out of battle.

Still the gravely voice that droned on served to accompany of fingers absentmindedly playing in thought. Sociopaths and madmen…Funny the company a tune attracts. To varying degree of homicidal of course. 

As a girl, monsters took shapes of man in a torn Ionia.  Yet once taken in Demacia she had replaced beasts with humans. Distance had brought wider views and less emotion, despite her heart remaining in the homeland.

Regardless of any personal preconceptions, in the name of professional courtesy she’d listen. Furtive glances at the chemist punctuated a curious welling of ideas in her head. Another ulterior motive perhaps? People had a habit of shoving her benefit of the doubt towards humanity off careening into the void. 

Despite this consideration her face remained placid as usual, just as time and time before had proven to be best.

Does this look like the face of regret to you?……Ok maybe.

Lin: I should just call my blog
Lin: "sona plus..GOD DAMNIT ANNIE"