With perfect Tempo
It would seem the Fae Sorceress has entered our mist once again. Do give her a warm welcome.. I’m certain she’ll be happy to entertain a few questions.

It would seem the Fae Sorceress has entered our mist once again. Do give her a warm welcome.. I’m certain she’ll be happy to entertain a few questions.

Her pleasure is far worse worse than her gaze on others backs, or her taste for bitter mocking words.

Most of all amusements is a bitter pity, reserved only for empty moments, served to herself.

…….

((I’ve literally dropped everything I was doing to make shit for this. God damnit riot. Also this is so very late but slightly relevant:

Vi is a horrible wing-lady. And has big meaty metalhands that knock you into punch bowls.))

*Lulu cautiously pokes his head from behind a bush. Curiosity she feels is bigger than any warning of their sense of survival that says "do not go near him" she walks stealthily to Hecarim and she she tries to connect to him an iPad charger* "He is electronic now! this should be possible?"

generaldarius:

ask-whimsical-lulu:

the-haunted-pony:

ask-whimsical-lulu:

the-haunted-pony:

ask-whimsical-lulu:

the-haunted-pony:

A small surge of electricity suddenly surged through him. A foreign object had been connect in his open port.

"I would prefer you did not shove anything there. I am preparing to safely eject your device."

Hecarim then grabbed the charger and incinerated it.

ask-whimsical-lulu

"You are amazing! I just plugged it a second and you have loaded the battery completely! Your power is amaz…! Oh wait …Now I have a file yours in my smartphone…What could it be?"
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" ! " was the only thing that appeared on his visor.

"I’d prefer you did not open tha-"

"Hey! It’s a selfie!”
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the-haunted-pony

The only noise the mechanical horse can make was a distressed whirring noise and the grinding of gears. His visor showed signs of glitches and static.

His shoulders twitched as well as his fingers as he tried to grab the Ipad away from Lulu.

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(smartphone): “archive sent to:”
icathianpredator mavenofmetal  thresh-the-chain-warden

generaldarius imgrowing-legs asksonabuvelle 

hugefy-me letsuseallthecolors

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………

where did you see the sona vu pic? Or was there none?
Anonymous

(( I have no reason to lie about seeing a pic. You can find them (and the wips on surrender @ 20) If you’re talking about a splash? There is none. ))

muzuna:

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Darius - League of Legends

Riven - League of Legends

Draven - League of Legends

Okay, so I kinda cheated by making this one into two pictures, but I had a lot of fun with it. It was also fun designing armor for Riven back when she was still in the Noxian Army. 

Two requests remaining.

((I have zero regrets about asking for this one. but i am sorry about the tags ))

((Quick late birthday gift for summoner-tybresa))

((Quick late birthday gift for summoner-tybresa))

Roleplay with asksonabuvelle

askmadwriterandcrazypen:

Mad Writer and Crazy Pen were walking among the large building that surrounded Summomer’s Rift, having nothing on their schedules for the day. Unsurprisingly, Writer was doing the majority of the talking and Pen was dropping comments here in there. As the two stop, not paying attention to others passing by, Pen pops a blue popsicle between his teeth. As Writer goes to take a step back, she accidentally steps on her robe and falls back into the person behind her.

asksonabuvelle

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The thud of her knees hitting ground rang through the halls. A dissonant screech bursting in mid song. Sona’s fingers clenched around the strings muting the unpleasant noise. Taking a small breath she slowly lifted herself up again. 

Thin fingers jerked away from the instrument, the silvery strings dyed a slight red where Pandora’s box had almost come undone.

Slowly the Maven moved to turn around, shoulders loosening again. Lips twitching into a hesitant smile for a second….A summoner…two summoners. Sona breathing slowed as the soft purple of robes registered in her eyes.. 

The institute had always felt fragile. The stone walls strong yes, but any second the very ground could be whisked away. Cold melting away in a dizzying moment before the worn stones and runes filled one’s vision. It was in a word nerve wracking.

Those nerves had almost spilled out right in a hallway…Sona’s face heated up as she bit back the bile rising in her throat.

She gave an apologetic nod, brushing away dust from her dress. Already she had begun to walk away, gaze flickering back and forth between the summoners and the exit.

((Sona Vu practice. Also before anyone asks… Yes her sleeves have changed to mid elbow. Buuuut I’m ignoring that on account of it looks like a vocaloid.

The screenshots they showed of her are still a wip. (Not that I didn’t freak out at first) Yellow is going to be put back in.
But for all intents and purposes her hair is still 100% natural with the yellow for my blog. She doesn’t dye her hair.))

((Sona Vu practice. Also before anyone asks… Yes her sleeves have changed to mid elbow. Buuuut I’m ignoring that on account of it looks like a vocaloid.

The screenshots they showed of her are still a wip. (Not that I didn’t freak out at first) Yellow is going to be put back in.

But for all intents and purposes her hair is still 100% natural with the yellow for my blog. She doesn’t dye her hair.))