#jarro lightfeather

[aurelion-solar]

Legends of Runeterra: Dreamlit Paths - Lux Followers Jarro Lightfeather - Dreamlight Alina - The Light of Demacia - Aberrant Mageseeker - The Petricite Hall - Luminosprite - Rising Light - Incandescence - Smoldering Smirk

#lux #ezreal #lux illuminated #jarro lightfeather #league of legends #legends of runeterra #dreamlit paths #demacia #dreamlight alina #the light of demacia #aberrant mageseek #the petricite hall #luminosprite #rising light #incandescence #smoldering smirk #legends of runeterra card #official

[anothertina]

This guy and his need to be dramatic even in dream form

#ezreal #jarro lightfeather #league of legends #league of legends ezreal #legends of runeterra #sketch #my art

[no-hwei]

ezlux concept: there's a rumour going around in the outskirts of Demacia that there are tunnels underneath the old Crownguard mausoleum in the inner city of Demacia. They say that years and years ago, before magic became so frowned upon, the Crownguards buried a magical staff with a powerful mage family member.

Ezreal figures, what are THEY gonna do with a powerful magical artifact? It'd be much better in his hands, right? And so Jarro Lightfeather makes his triumphant return to Demacian society.

In Demacia, Ezreal scopes the mausoleum out. Well maintained, large, but not exactly hard to get into if you're Ezreal. It only takes a few days of skulking around and sneaky arcane shifts to figure out how he's going to do this thing. He packs his bags with snacks, rope, a few health pots, a few more "health" pots that are really mana pots (a controlled substance in Demacia), and heads on down into the dark spaces in the depths of the seemingly endless mausoleum.

He doesn't expect to meet anyone down there. He certainly doesn't expect to meet Lux, best and brightest of the Crownguard family filthy and lost down there, looking for something unspecified.

It's not exactly the world's smoothest meeting, but after a bit of yelling and Lux almost sticking Ez with a sword, they decide to work together to find the ancient tomb of Lux's ancestor, lost somewhere in the winding tunnels.

#ezlux #ezreal #lux #concept

[tealbeats]

@withinchains sent: quiet does she stand there , phone in hand , glamoured icy shades glaring upon him. knuckles were white around her phone , cheeks flushed with embarrassment and irritation. ❛ did you know , anything and everything you do in your life as someone who is famous , will be posted and found? ❜ her tone holds a certain venom to it , yet it is not directly pointed at him. the phone is tossed onto the counter , plainly painted upon the screen the sheer pale skin of her nude son. ❛ i won't shame you. i won't get onto you. but i will warn you that this could hurt you in the long run. these things follow you everywhere , Ezreal. ❜

He wasn't really doing anything, mostly just scrolling on his phone, flipping through social media, checking out if there were any good places to eat nearby. When Morgana speaks, he notices her, blinking over at her and tilting his head to the side as he sat at the counter, brow raising in confusion at first before her words settled into his mind, and his eyes looked at her phone, then her face, then her white knuckles.

"Oh, fuck—“

Words were barely a whisper, he nearly jumped out of his seat. He should have realized someone he knew might have found it, but still, he didn't expect that it was going to Morgana who would catch him and Sylas' online escapades. But at least they took the proper precautions! That's what mattered, right? ....Right?

"Morg, I dunno what you're talking about!" Of course he did, and he was a terrible, terrible liar. Colour burns his cheeks before he coughs into his hand, completely avoiding eye contact.

“Uh, first of all—“ his gaze flickers down to Morgana’s phone; there’s a slight widening of the eyes from what he sees, but—It’s not like you could see his face! ( you couldn’t, he and Sylas made sure of that ). He squints at it and huffs softly, though still clearly embarrassed.

“That’s not me.” He lied again, shrugging his shoulders. “Different name too!” As if Morgana didn’t know of his Jarro Lightfeather persona—it was the name he used when he didn’t want a lot of attention, and yet…

“Besides, whose saying it was found and uploaded? Whose to say the guy didn’t upload it himself—which uh—he didn’t! I think! Probably!” Way to out yourself.

#𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀 𝐌𝐎𝐌 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄? — | withinchains; Ezreal && Morgana. #𝐏𝐎𝐏⭑𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄! — | in character. #𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐀 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑! — | v.main ( heartsteel ) #withinchains #please this is so funny LMAO

[demacianpuppet]

Is that fucking JARRO LIGHTFEATHER IN LEGENDS OF RUNETERRA-

#lor you did a mistake you shouldn't have given a second version of lux #but should have made Ezreal demacian alter ego persona his second champion form #c'mon #legends of runeterra #joke aside new lux feels far more generic and boring than current one #also the new level up animation is so much worse #lux has one of my favorite animation but I simply like the original ones more than the mini-cinematic ones #faceless mumbling

[seekslight-arch]

how do you perceive lux and ezreal's relationship ? in any verse you'd like to talk about !

headcanons ✨ all verses

i based it all on the universes they officially share together. so, let's dig in.

original  lore: her  voice  lines  state  she  doesn't  know  ezreal  and  they  haven't  even  talked,  like she sees him  for  the  first  time,  but  also  somehow  sylas  knows  and  slightly  despises  jarro  lightfeather,  which  is  ezreal's  demacian  fake  identity.  sylas  was  imprisoned  before  ezreal  could  visit  demacia  with  a  fake  name,  right?  means  luxanna  knows  jarro  and  talked  about  him  to  sylas.  considering  sharing  something  like  this  with  her  love  interest,  luxanna  and  ezreal  have  to  have  some  sort  of  connection  —  something  more  than  meeting  once  or  twice.  sylas'  voice  line  about  ez  sounds  also  like  he's  about  to  murder  the  blonde...  so  we  can  all  assume  there  was  something  more,  perhaps  even  romance,  between  miss  crownguard  and  sir  lightfeather.  further  evidence  to  that  can  be  found  in  base  ezreal  quotes,  in  which  he  suggests  hanging  out,  knows  lux's  name  and  calls  her  honey  (then  wonders  if  it's  too  soon).  he  seems  nervous,  but  the  last  line  makes  me  think  their  relationship  had  a  bit  of  a  romantic  undertone.

battle  academia: this  one's  pretty  obvious  —  ez  and  luxanna  are  close.  it's  obvious  ezreal  has  some  feelings  for  luxanna,  it's  unclear  if  they're  reciprocated  (i  like  to  believe  they  are),  but  they  went  on  at  least  one  date  (or  were  about  to  go!).  he's  a  golden  retriever  boyfriend,  totally.  texts  with  her  a  lot  and  his  mood  is  really  depending  on  hers;  supports  her  and  admires  her  (as  he  should!)  and  even  accidentally  confesses.  in  the  splash  arts,  he  always  waits  for  her,  too  (base  and  prestige).  which  is.  so  sweet.

star  guardian: both  in  the  short  stories,  illustrations  and  voice  lines  it's  clear  ezreal  has  feelings  for  lux,  yet  again  it's  unclear  if  she  has  any  felings  for  him.  i  like  to  believe  she  does.  no  evidence  to  this.  it's  just  me  fangirling  over  ez  complimenting  her  hair  and  uniform  and  saying  “your  eyes  really  do  twinkle  like  starlight”.  i  am  eating  this  shit  up!!!

porcelain: you  didn't  expect  this  did  you!!!  again  it  seems  ezreal  has  feelings  for  lux  and  it's  unclear  if  they're  reciprocated  —  we  know  for  sure  luxanna  seems  annoyed  with  ezreal's  lack  of  skills  when  it  comes  to  using  the  porcelain  gauntlet.  it's  unclear  if  she  saves  him  because  of  her  duties,  but  it  ez  seems  attached  to  her  (because  according  to  these  voice  lines,  she  saved  his  life,  but  also  the  one  about  promising  to  fix  her?  they're  totally  close!!  either  it's  forced  proximity  —  very  likely  —  or  something  else).  skins  description  doesn't  get  much  into  detail,  all  we  know  is  that  she's  taken  care  of  “the  archeologist”  and  let  him  join  the  protectors.  she  probably  had  to  train  him.  but  also  look  at  her  expression  when  ez  puts  the  gauntlet  on???  i  can't   ksdjhafdsfardsf.

in  conclusion: i  like  to  think  of  them  as  if  they're  close  and  i'm  open  to  explore  their  dynamic,  be  it  platonic  or  romantic!!  i  think  they  make  a  great  duo,  their  personalities  compliment  each  other  and  just.  i  don't  know.  ezreal  is  in  love  with  her  by  default  in  almost  every  universe  too  (except  for  pulsefire,  that's  for  sure),  which  is...  idk.  just.  riot  pushes  it  a  lot.

that's  it.  that's  the  drabble.  i  love  them,  your  honor.

#other : keep believing { headcanons } #other : pushing my limits { character study }

[essence-flux-primed]

do you ever think about how ezreal is obsessed with being a hero, how he makes this narrative about jarro lightfeather, and how jarro is a national hero adored in demacia, and how jarro looks up to and learns from him, ezreal, and how he rewrites all his stories so he's liberating priceless artefacts and killing bad guys, because he wants to be a hero, and how in his crystal rose skin he says "love is something I want to be worthy of", like all of his braggart nature and grandiose displays of 'heroism' is all a desperate cry of please, won't anyone love me? anyone at all? .. or is it just me?

#screams inside my head rn #I've been playing him a lot more bc I figured out some really mean runes on him and HIS VOICE LINES #this man is not coping well

[prideraiised]

@jinxe asked: Of all sudden popping behind Ezreal, a very smiley Loose Cannon pokes his shoulder, before waving and retreating.  Though what, in fact, happened, was that he now had a Chomper attached to him.  (could be or could not be a deadly one)

Was that... ? No, no it couldn't be could it? The fabled loose canon herself? That didn't seem right at all. He knew she made regular excursions to Piltover in order to cause trouble but this still seemed pretty brazen-

Now usually, he was more than happy to show off all his boundless charisma. After all, he was Ezreal! The Dashing Rogue! The Prodigal Explorer! The guy some people in Demacia REALLY didn't like! there was no lunatic he couldn't parley with! (He learned that in Bilgewater)

Yet she throws him for a loop. First of all, WAY cuter in person. The wanted posters made her look feral. She wasn't feral! Or at least, she was feral in that cute way more so than the "Oh god get away from me" way. So that was a fun surprise!

The second thing that caught him off guard was that she seemed downright friendly! A cute little wave and off she went. Of course! It all made sense now! Obviously, she had been smitten by his good looks! He really couldn't blame her, all the ladies wanted a piece of Jarro Lightfeather after all! He wasn't one for helping out Piltover, but maybe just this once he could use his powers for good and befrie-

KA-BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!

Ah. He saw what just happened. He had exploded.

"gah...why you--" He groans, face down ass up on the ground, covered in soot before pulling himself slowly off the ground.

"You little- GET BACK HERE!!" He shouts after her.

And he's on the move, dashing in the direction she had ran off in, vaulting food stalls, arcane shifting through walls. The works. It was personal now, she had ruined his perfectly quaffed hair!

#⪼ ic || ezreal⪻ #⪼ answered ⪻ #⪼ V || LEAGUE OF LEGENDS⪻ #|| This was a fun little thought experiment DGHBS #|| And also this is the most pleased I've been with an Ezreal thing in a while so! thats fun!

[felixiecit]

@nithhaiahh liked for a voice line starter!

"Jarro Lightfeather never gives up. He learned that from me."

#ᴛʀᴜᴇ ᴇxᴘʟᴏʀᴇʀꜱ ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀꜱꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ. ( starter call ) #ɪ’ᴍ ᴀᴛ ᴍʏ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅꜱ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʀɪɴᴋ ᴏꜰ ᴀɴɴɪʜɪʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ. ( ic ) #nithhaiahh

[deathhotel]

deathhotel.ㅤㅤanㅤ18+ multimuseㅤfeaturing an indie, headcanon + canon divergent based ezreal 'jarro' lightfeather & aki hayakawaㅤfollows back from here.ㅤㅤ♡

#league of legends rp #tensura rp #anime rp #chainsaw man rp #video game rp #fandomless rp

[shimmerbeasts]

You would have been someone great.

Sometimes, the most salacious prey could be found in the most desperate ones. Insecurity found its way into the human body in many forms. Some withdrew into themselves, stayed in the shadows and became timid and shy. The permanent wallflowers, desperately hoping not to be noticed. Others masqueraded their crippling insecurity and loneliness by surrounding themselves with yes men and projecting an air of vapid confidence and loud, clueless boasting, hoping that if they were just noisy and obnoxious enough, people wouldn't notice the bleeding heart beneath or the emptiness in their skulls.

Ezreal was that second type of insecurity, hiding behind a cocky smirk and a smug glint in sapphire eyes. He was mostly skirting by on his good looks, from that charming Adonis complexion to those lush, dark golden locks. However, if you were to ask Ezreal to actually flirt with a woman without revealing how insecure he truly was, after the first few lines, you immediately had an impossible blushing mess on your hands.

It was this very same boy, which Ahri had set her sights on when she had returned to Piltover after a prolonged absence. And while Ezreal was an adult, his mental immaturity made him effectively a child. It made him a rare case of a meal, which extended in his memories far beyond the normal age of adulthood. Ahri would be a fool to let such a chance to fill her belly slip her by. Not that she would ever hunger in the City of Progress - it harboured far too many children, who had never learned to say No to strangers and were far too easily placated.

And so Ahri had strategically sought out Ezreal's company. A few swoons over a drink here, a charmed sigh as she looked after him there, the carefully dropped compliments in between, the fox Vastaya had done everything in her power to make the boy see her as a potential admirer and him as the brave, gallant adventurer, he liked to present himself as. At the same time, Ahri had carefully made sure that outside of seeing her as an admirer, the boy also got just enough hints of her own radiant beauty to wrap him all the tighter around her pinkie finger.

The hard work had paid off.

Ahri's palms were softly digging into Ezreal's shoulder blades. The boy lay underneath her on a beautiful couch with satin pillows and satin-decorated duvets. Only in Piltover could you find people living like kings while claiming the opposite. Yet there was no denying it: The merchant clans were the kings of the City of Progress. They traded with the most elusive goods ... and what was Ezreal but a trader of goods himself? Oh, sure, the famed 'Jarro Lightfeather' might have kept some of the goods for himself, but he still sold the most priceless artefacts to the highest bidder.

Part of Ahri wondered during the massage, she gave the boy, what he would ever do if he chose to expand his trading career into that of monsters and beasts. Ahri had had her fair share of run-ins with monster hunters, and while most had wanted her dead, there had been some, who had hoped they could sell one of her tails for some magical potion. And not just her tails. Ahri had met people, who had been after her liver or spleen and of course, her heart. Living as a Vastaya was a dangerous business - especially outside of Ionia.

The fox Vastaya had nothing to fear from Ezreal. Even as she massaged his back and whispered sweet nothings into his ear, a rumbling whisper, forming words in his mind, he wanted to hear, her eyes glowed a radiant pink, a dark rose as her charm enveloped the young traveller, falling upon him as harmlessly as glitter dust. Yet the lure dug into Ezreal's brain like knives, drenched in honey, the sweetness of the flavour barely masking the horror of what was happening to the boy.

He had gone almost entirely limp in her grasp. Ahri could flip him over like a fox might a dead bird. And much like a fox could chew up a chick whole with little effort, Ahri looked down at those glassy eyes and that blissful smile, plastered across that youthful face, with a gaze of primordial hunger and beastial malice. She smiled as she cupped Ezreal's cheeks and leaned over him. Her tails had unfurled, a mess of snow-white, whipping extremities, flitting this way and that way in a flurry of excitement and anticipation.

Her jaw split open, tendrils of spit connecting with sharpened fangs. Ahri's eyes went from the rose of her lure to a dangerous cyan blue, which filled out her entire iris. A similar glow shimmered in the depths of her throat. A vacuum-like sensation tugged at Ezreal's hair as like mist a fair blue substance poured out of his eyes and mouth. It connected into a thick strand, which transformed itself into a faint glowing orb, that settled quite comfortably on her tongue.

A little boy with blond curls was sitting on another woman's knee. Her hair was as golden as his and her hand stroked his back. Warmth, safety and comfort emitted from the boy like in waves - that woman must be Ezreal's mother. Looking at him with a soft, empathetic expression she spoke: "One day, you will be something great, my son. I know it." And that surge of excitement and joy, of utter trust... Ezreal believed every word.

Ahri rolled the precarious memory around on her tongue, savouring and drinking in every flavour and crumb of emotion it had to offer. Knowing how deeply that boy had hoped to be something great, to make his mother's words a reality... No wonder, he preferred being Jarro Lightfeather over that miserable, little loner, whom society had forgotten. It would be far too easy to break such a fragile mind. The thought made Ahri smirk. She thrust her head back and swallowed. The memory was so small, so insignificant in the grand scheme of things, it did not even leave a bulge in her throat. Yet for Ezreal, it had been everything.

Looking back down at the lethargic boy, Ahri dropped down beside him like a lover might have and caressed his side as she once more planted a kiss upon his temple. Her tails merged back into one thick tail, which brushed over Ezreal's thigh. Ahri kept a watchful gaze on those glassy eyes and as they started to clear, she spoke: "You dozed off during my massage. How are you feeling, Ezreal?"

@compasswithin gets a symbol-specific starter: Send 💭 to have Ahri feed off your muse's memories. Bonus: Specify the memory Ahri takes.

#compasswithin #rp: you would have been someone great #ill have them chasing their tails: ahri interaction #Default Verse[Ahri] #mind control cw #manipulation cw #horror cw #dubious consent cw #things changed since you left: queue

[anothertina]

The one & only Jarro Lightfeather (Totally not Ezreal)

#ezko #ezreal #ekko #league of legends #league of legends ekko #league of legends ezreal #legends of runeterra #my art

[prodigal-ezreal]

Can I, Can I, Can I be your Gentleman?

#Ezreal #Lux league of legends #League of legends #Lux crownguard #My shitty art #Jarro Lightfeather

[elfreallightfeather]

Dreamer

“You will do as I say, Ezreal.” His father stood before him, arms crossed with a frown upon his face. A large textbook lay on the ground between them, a few of the pages crushed under the weight of the spine.

“But-“

“Enough! Go back to your room and focus on your studies.”

The young elf possessed a similar expression, one of frustration and anger. He snatched up the book with a swift motion of his hand and spun on his heel, making the trek back to his room on the upper floor. He fumed, each step he took only fed the fire within him further.

The nerve of his parents to enroll him into such a pompous private academy and then force him to study the sciences. Those subjects bored him- what he wanted was to enrich his mind with the knowledge of the humanities. He aspired to learn about the world itself, not read about mathematical equations and economic theories. Why wouldn’t his parents let him learn about what they did for a living? Both his mother and father were renowned and successful within their field, so why couldn’t Ezreal follow in their footsteps?

Upon reaching his bedroom he slammed the door shut, earning a stern call from his mother just down the hall. He ignored her scolding and tossed his book in the general direction of his desk, not caring if it made it or not to its intended destination. The blonde looked around his space: Multiple bookshelves lined the right wall, all filled (and starting to overfill) with textbooks and scholarly novels. Among them was his desk, cluttered with papers and research documents. The left side of his room, however, was quite bare in comparison. It contained nothing but a small dresser and his bed.

With a sigh he walked to it, climbing up onto his mattress. His frown turned to a pout and before he knew it his tears spilled forth onto his cheeks. He knew his father wanted him to have a good life. All the high paying jobs in their city were based around the sciences, and while Ezreal was an excellent student, he felt no passion toward his studies. He was always revered as a prodigy- so why couldn’t he be a prodigy within the historical field? No matter how many ways he looked at it, he could never find an answer for his parents actions.

With his eyes blurred he crawled to the head of his bed and dug around under his pillow before dragging out a book. It was a hardcover novel made of treated leather and adorned with golden lettering. Symbolism and its Relations to Shuriman Architecture: Archeological Findings Under The Deserts Sun. He smiled after reading the title, as he always did. This was Ezreals favorite book as it delved into the culture of the long forgotten ancient civilization of Shurima. It detailed the construction of the Sun Discs and their connection to the heavens, as well as other structures within the empire. It was a truly fascinating read, one he never got tired of.

He spent the rest of the evening enjoying his book, analyzing every word and began to formulate even more theories and arguments to his already lengthy list. Shutting the book with a satisfying ‘thud,’ Ezreal glanced out his window into the starry sky. He dreamed of a day when he could leave this place and explore the world for himself. He dreamed of the day when he could make his own mark in history. He dreamed of an adventure. He dreamed.

And soon enough he had drifted off; the book clutched against his chest, the tears left drying upon his face. It was then that the stars twinkled ever so slightly, and a face formed among the sky lights. It stared down to the young boy with a gentle smile and whispered a few words before reverting the stars back to their original positions.

He dreamed. But he knew not that in time, his dream would become a reality.

#ic #drabble #writing #headcannon #lore #ezreal #jarro lightfeather #yes this was before his name was jarro

[ofironloyalty]

diplomatic-steel replied to your post “❝ that physique could belong to no one else but a demacian. noxians...”

Disappointed frown. Guess he's not gonna go to the pool party without a shirt on.

❝ . . just start working out, perhaps. ❞  

#diplomatic-steel #you will end up like jarro lightfeather otherwise. #— ║ ♛ ║ ; halcyon days. ( crack )

[essence-flux-primed]

❣ !!

Ezreal’s Attract-O-Meter

✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧ | Sexual Attraction✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧ | Romantic Attraction✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧ | Crushing✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧ | Squishing✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧ | Sensual Attraction✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧ | Aesthetic Attraction

Low ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ High

#would jarro lightfeather bed the crown prince of demacia just to say that he did? no. but ezreal would. #on the other hand he'd like to build a healthy diplomatic relationship #that would allow him to rob demacian tombs in peace #................. #lightshielded #answered