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❀ (twins moment)

𝒜 𝒮𝓎𝓂𝒷𝑜𝓁 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓂𝓎 𝑀𝓊𝓈𝑒’𝓈 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 // 𝒜𝒸𝒸𝑒𝓅𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 ❀ - Pulling them into a tight embrace whilst crying.

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{ ⟡ } ———After lifting the velvety veil covering the portal & upon crossing through the Looking Glass, it would had seem as if the finely adorned mirror serving as welcoming door would had been changed places...

This was not the inviting & perfumed Rosarium with the buzzing flutter of thousands of whimsical critter, there wasn’t laughter coming from petite lungs nor crystal bells voices proclaiming greetings to receive her. There was no the chit-chatter of teacups nor the breeze whispering the secrets of birds.

Instead, what reigned there was overwhelming solitude & sadness across intangible trees, despite the sweetened scenery. It was all a melancholic illusion, as phantasmagorical blossoms of lustrous gold would take root everywhere, conquering every old furniture that seemed to be lost to time. The roaming of foxes, squirrels & ravens that weren’t really there across the dancing grass, peppered of wild flowers. The canopies of leaves gently rustling as the branches seemed to touch the skies, filtering sunlight down to the long path…

& suddenly the images of half a dozen of women dressed in delicate silks, dancing & singing in languages so ancient that could never be translated to any current human tongue. All of them wearing crowns of golden roses, with several little trinkets braided among ebony locks. Faeric & iridiscent, wings would flutter on occasion on their backs, if not resting as if those were a fine cape, all in harmonic glee when even more people would join them in their melodies as if a festivity would be held in this dream space… ...& yet the prevalent emotion that could be caught untangling would be tortuous nostalgia, as standing while giving her back to her, would be her Twin, watching them all dance & sing without intervening.

“You may probably call me a fool, & maybe I am.” Her voice betray no emotion, but it was a mere facade. A lie to Herself, knowing full well perhaps the closer they were, the tighter the bond. All that leaked from her were emotions of pure, unadulterated, sadness despite the faux giggle that dared to pass through her simper. “But I love to indulge a little bit… Dreams of the Garden, Memories of the Forest…”

There was familiarity to all of the faces from both the Nymphs whose features indubitably looked related to the Enchantress, as the many mages, druids, & common folk also celebrating. Music was played, with some missteps that the illusions seemed to not care for. “I apologize, I may be Immortal & can remember many old things, but for some symphonies I’m not able to replicate fully. My First Coven loved to add melody to their enchantments, & the Spring Equinox was always deemed sacred by our kind… I wonder if fate would had been kinder, if all would had ever meet, would had been this blissful as Earth would awake, as Roses would bloom once more?”

She would turn around to look at her twin, black tears staining across porcelain cheeks. Oh, her heart ached so terribly, & for a minute she felt concerned. If her ‘Sister’ could feel anything as strongly as she had done during their last conversation, the tale making her soul ache devastatingly & her own eyes to tear up ever so slightly at certain points where loss could not only be shared in the spawn of second, but also with terrible acknowledgment…

It was impossible to Emilia to wonder if her Twin feeling her pain would be crueler after the effrontery she had displayed just a couple of days prior. Suddenly her mask of tranquility, despite the ink falling freely upon her skin, would start to shatter.

“Emilia, I— " An apology caught on her throat as her Twin had come towards her & pulling her into an embrace oh-so tightly it let her breathless out of deep sentiment...

Silence reigned then, as if time had stopped & even the fantasy had loss the continuity out of a conscious mind. Only fake sunlight filtering through the trees, colored with hues of dusk. Only the subtle scent of wildflowers among their feet that weren’t previously there & differently from the blooms of the fantasy, those could be felt gently brushing against silks & skin. Oh, how her heart broke & shattered in a single second, yet it felt aided as she eagerly returned the embrace to her Twin, silently shedding her tears against her shoulder…

Grief was all-consuming, flowing through her veins within the boiling power stolen from the images of people dancing, now stopped in time as it all was a piltovian film. It was all sadness, as the songs would stop, as the laugher would be no more. It was all silent agony as she would allow the dream space to slowly melt. Grass & flowers withered away, critters disappearing with the people as the single mirage they were… all in a couple of blinks was replaced by what could be recognized as place among the catacombs of the Cabal… … All the Secrets of a Garden, ever hidden underground.

Only the dim light of candles would eventually return. Warm & real as the flames decorated the golden holders shaped as flowers. Many steps away, at the end of the stance that seemed to be a vast & secluded library from they truly were, was the Looking Glass, some Pixies sitting near & others resting among the many dark roses at the vases in the room.

“My apologies that you had to see me like this… or fall into one of my self deceptions & fabrications, I tend to fall into loops of remembrance, before I notice it, I’m lost to time…” Her Sisters, Her Coven, The Forest Incarnate… she wouldn’t lie if asked, & perhaps the bond allowed more than she may give it credit for, but their conversation may had opened her own wounds to the horrible truths of Loss, parsimoniously awakening the grasp of never-ending mourning upon the frail organ inside her chest…

She may not say it aloud neither, but the fact the Looking Glass had been brought in this personal space from its spot at the Rosarium, albeit covered from the other end & without any manner of communication, it had been an almost unconscious need of seeking company from someone she had chosen to deem as ‘family’ once more, after so so long.

Her arms tightened around her twin tighter, as more tears would be shed from her closing eyes, allowing herself a moment of weakness, a moment of sheer & genuine solace.

@blackrosesmatron ♥

#Beauty perishes in life but is immortal in art ;; LeBlanc IC #A Rose by Other Name ;; blackrosesmatron #verse ;; canon #// Twin caught Twin in one of her Memory loops; welcome (?) #// hi; i shook my heart writting aiohdaoihda & ended with a long mess ; sorry i placed the song to write and got carried away -- :'''D

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{ tw: bit of body horror }

——Roses were ever beautiful & delicate; unique for their spectators to delight in their ephemeral marvels... & yet, blooms of such sweetened perfume & symbols worth of poetry & affections were still capable of growing thorns amidst the adversity.

Birthed from the Twilight Blossom herself; Wild Magic given blood, bones & flesh She was no more than a Nymph overwhelmed by contradicting emotions, without enough time to process them; lost in the sorrowful pain & consuming sadness;the intense fear & terrible anger, & she was not different from the bloom...

& so power, even if weak, would attempt to leak without being commanded, seeking to protect herself from the perilous & agonizing underworld.

—Through open skin, blood growing thorns,breathless as chocking on petals of gold…

{ I have the little headcanon that, since Emilia was born from a magical flower, even if her body was now of bones & blood, her Magic would still behave instinctively when she was far younger in recognition of imminent danger & torture, growing thorns aimlessly right from her flesh… something that mostly happened during Mordekaiser’s tyranny before she would be able to control it properly & being the main reason why below the glamour magic, several little scars & scratches could be counted… being her very thorns hurting herself.

In her youth, it would have also happened during the destruction of the Night Garden, yet upon bonding with her familiars, those wounds were closed & her former ability to heal enhanced despite her age. Whereas during Mordekaiser’s reign, her power was being corrupted & darkened more & more, eventually losing the capacity to heal others or herself. }

#Persephone was mourning a Sea of Memories ;; LeBlanc Headcanons #// Today in hcs nobody asked for; we have: #// Emilia being a Forest Nymph tied to a Flower is both precious but also painful (?) #// I originally draw this for an alt verse with Cella; with a hc I haven't mentioned in the blog; but i somehow love #// i think the drawing is also pretty and i wanted to use it somewhere aoihdaiohdaiohd ; im delulu #// let me be self indulgent 👁️ #tw body horror #tw blood #tw annie's messy sketches

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Send a symbol for my muse’s reaction to yours...

A mix of SFW and NSFW.

☆ - Knocking on their door at 3AM. ☼ - Waking them up by crawling on top of them. ✂ - Declaring a desire to sever their friendship/relationship/etc. ☞ - Saying “I love you”. ❀ - Pulling them into a tight embrace whilst crying.

✗ - Grabbing them by the throat and pushing them into a wall. ♚ - Pushing them into a wall and kissing them with passion. ∞ - Pinning their hands by their head. ● - Kissing their fingertips. ◕ - Leaving a hickey on their neck (or specify another body part).

#;; memes #remember to specify muse/s pls ♥

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{ Sett's Mom / Sayuri's Tag Dump: }

• Motherhood is the greatest thing and the hardest thing ;; Sayuri IC • Let me love you a little more before you are not little anymore ;; Sayuri Aesthetics • Mother is a verb; It’s something you do; not just who you are ;; Sayuri Headcanons • No matter how much I say I love you I always love you more than that ;; Sayuri Musings

#Motherhood is the greatest thing and the hardest thing ;; Sayuri IC #Let me love you a little more before you are not little anymore ;; Sayuri Aesthetics #Mother is a verb; It’s something you do; not just who you are ;; Sayuri Headcanons #No matter how much I say I love you I always love you more than that ;; Sayuri Musings #tag dump #// writting that little ask made me realize I never did the tag dump for her ... ahhhh--- #// but here we are; also let me be full of feelings due it ;; v ;; ♥ #// the one of loving while is little & and always loving a little more; I can totally imagine it being a quote said to Sett ♥ #// Imagine her as champion; and walks next to her Son; and she just says those words: instant bunch of feelsies ;; v ;;

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Are poros! Have come to see sett's mama again! Are here to give all the snuggles! Have missed!

{ ♥ } ——— “Sweetness Gracious! Aren’t you the most lovely sight to behold?” Sayuri’s voice would coo at them, kneeling in the grass of her yard to look at them with care, snuggle as many as she could between her arms, & if possible, rise a hand seeking to scratch between their horns like one would a pet behind their ears. Her own ears would perk in delight at the action as well. Their fur was so soft & nice to touch, like cotton!

“Little Cotton Beans.” She wondered as her thoughts drifted between the possibilities of knitting sweaters with their fur, dying the material in a plethora of colors & place them on the Poros. A giggle would escape her at her daydreaming, before a gasp would leave pass her lips, suddenly remembering the soup she had been preparing!

“You all just arrived on time for lunch!” Gracefully, Sayuri stood up & dusted herself off a bit, before opening the back door of her humble home, right into her kitchen & allowing a delicious smell to escape. “Would you like to accompany me with a veggie broth, Little Cotton-beans? I assure you is rather delicious, one of my Son’s favorite dishes~ ♥”

@snugglyporos ♥

#Motherhood is the greatest thing and the hardest thing ;; Sayuri IC #snugglyporos #// fluffy blessings to leblanc; cotton beans to sayuri ; the cuties of many names ♥ #// thank you for the ask ♥

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" ♫ Dreams of the garden, ——Memories of the forest...

...The pomegranate sings, the apples clap… ——The Soul stripped of all that was hold dear, ...All that remains are the songs of yesteryear ♫"

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{ ⟡ } ———Melodious & enthralling, her voice would be singing with gentleness by the moment her counterpart had crossed. The place actually seemed as if brought out of a picture book in the company of the symphony: Flora & foliage conquering for as far as the land would extend, as Roses would flourish & perfume the air with the scents of incoming spring. The blossoms’ petals of the darkest hues of purple & crimson one could ever witness, mimicking a pure black if not looked too closely to reveal the truth. & just above the bushes of thorns & buds, more of the delicate & ethereal ghostly butterflies would be fluttering from one place to another, seemly playfully busy & dutiful as one may notice a hive of bees to be instead.

Other amount seemed to be choosing to simply cheer at the tea table at the center of the Garden, peeking their sweet gazes upon the new arrival. Relishing in their true forms, the Pixies would wave their hands & raise one teacup, a spoon & some sugar-cubes as if trying to convey their invitation to come closer & closer. All as for the twin-looking Enchantress would sit at the end of the fine & elegant arrangement.

Emilia wouldn’t deny herself the pleasure of a low laugh, drowning & concealing behind a mischievous smile. “Oh, I hope only good things were said from her lips. My dear Fiance is ever the sweetheart to speak, more often than not I concern myself as to how far her gaze of Affection may be able to discern as true or her exaggeration of qualities.” There was genuine trust behind her words, despite the sheer gaiety waltzing on her tone. She knew Caitlyn would never speak ill of her, in the contrary, sometimes she wondered as to how far it could go & as to why such an endearing Mortal could adore her so sincerely. Almost concerned to what extends she would dare to go, but that was a topic for another time.

“Now, Now, Dearest Me… Come & Sit, the Tea is rather flavorful & awaiting.” The ornamented porcelain Teapot was sitting in a nest of rose petals & gemstones, curiously keeping it warm without burning the surroundings. Plates of several different desserts also made themselves present. “Although, if you find yourself hoping for something different as Wine or crave some other food, I don’t mind to accommodate to you, I merely improvised on what I’m used to, but would love to learn the little differences from the source…”

Canting her visage ever-so slightly to a side, she chose to acknowledge her other words. “Only the best nutrients for my dear Night Garden…. Formerly, more than a millennia ago, those lands would be thriving in magic & power, before drying due — certain unfortunate events. I’m merely taking the available materials, & giving the starving veins & roots what they had craved for almost an Eternity.” Carefully, she took the time to serve the fragrant tea in the previously offered teacup for her Guest. “Could be regarded as well as ‘a little attempt to experiment & see what can be done on a large scale within the Empire’, sooner or later.”

She took a little pause. “Do not fret, for now, all the resources had been taken ‘ethically’ & with previous agreement upon both parts for this side of the Garden. Nothing beneath us is going to interrupt this visit, dearest Sister.”

There was as well, an inevitable glee blooming upon her eyes of gold at word... maybe not the same at all, yet it was nice to call someone with such familiarity after so, so long.

A gentle jiggle of crystal bells could be heard as a luminous & ethereal butterfly graced the thin air like a gorgeous ghost, dancing & fluttering until finally stopping in front of the Matron. Diminishing the glow, it would reveal the form of a little lady, bowing in respect before offering her a little shiny treasure: A Golden Key that was almost her size, with a little note attached to its handle:

“If you ever wish to share a cup of tea, open the gate through any looking glass. My Familiars will guide you should you choose to do so. This key will take you to my own Rosarium in no time

~A Rose by Other Name.”

The Pixie on her own would just smile playfully, but it was obvious she had been looking at LeBlanc with quite the interest and fascination, perhaps due to how closely she could resemble her Enchantress, before blowing a kiss with her tiny digits in her direction & fly towards a mirror, disappearing through it as if it was made of mere water.

Since meeting Caitlyn and learning about the other universe, including her own counterpart in that reality, Emilia couldn't help but wonder when fate would bring the two versions of herself together. Fortunately, she wouldn't have to wait long.

"That's a creative way to reach out to yourself, isn't it?" Emilia was amused by the playful tone in the note signed by the other Matron. What intrigued her this time was the messenger. Faeries were not common in her reality, and she only knew of their existence because Veigar had mentioned them in passing, noting their presence in Bundle City.

The pixie received a smile and a slight nod of Emilia's head. "Thank you for the message, and please let my 'sister' know I won't keep her waiting for long." With that, she watched as the tiny messenger disappeared through the mirror.

Emilia studied the golden key, rolling it between her fingers as she attempted to discern the spells woven into it. At the same time, she pondered how to use it to travel to the 'Rosarium' mentioned in the note.

Facing the mirror, LeBlanc attempted to use the key as she would on any ordinary door, watching as it slid effortlessly through the once solid surface of the looking glass, as though transformed into liquid by magic. The scenery of her room shifted to one she didn't recognize but somehow felt familiar.

Roses—of course it would be a garden dedicated to the flower that named their Cabal. While she couldn't confirm if its origins were exactly the same, the rose remained a constant symbol for LeBlanc across universes. "A beautiful place. I wouldn't expect anything less from us," she remarked, her eyes following the invisible trail that led to her other self. "And an intriguing method of providing the necessary nutrients, too." Having experienced death firsthand and traversed the shroud, experiences provided by Mordekaiser twice.

"It's good to finally meet you, 'sister'. I've heard a lot about you from your fiancée."

#Beauty perishes in life but is immortal in art ;; LeBlanc IC #A Rose by Other Name ;; blackrosesmatron #verse ;; canon #// technically canon aiohdaoihda #// They finally interacting makes my heart happy ♥ ♥ ♥ xD... sorry for taking so long on replying back; Lucy !

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Bit of a odd hairstyle/hair experiment today 🌸🍓

#I'll bring you to your home in the Dreaming Tree ;; Lillia Aesthetics

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{ ♪ } ——— Arya’s gaze would soften, as the melodies surrounding her that her ears could peak would dance & carry towards her own heart a considerable reflection of what Camille may be feeling. There was the sound of rain, upon a slow melody that would occasionally ascend & descend at random intervals, one that through her magic she had tried to shape with little amounts of her own melodies, humming a spell she had learned to craft… … One of the many songs she had learned for the other.

“It is not disgraceful, Cam… & there’s no need to hide from me, I don’t mind seeing you in your lowest at all.” Carefully, her fingers would attempt to intertwine with her own when the hand was placed, her head canting to a side & resting against her as keeping the little humming for some more minutes, longer than usual, but attempting to focus on anything she could pick… & anything she could offer to the hex crystal nesting at her chest.

“I think you are impressively graceful regardless if your music turns darker & dull, my ears will always be open to delight on it & allow it to play for as long as it lasts…” Even if she would not look at her, the Songstress would raise her gaze at the other still. “I’m never going to get tired of the song list you have to offer me, & won’t mind to write some lyrics to accompany your melodies.”

What’s it a cheesy manner to speak about her always lending a hand? Yes, but it was carrying all the meaning & sincerity she could gather regardless.

[ COMFORT ] // { Sera to Camille }

THE SHOULDER TOUCH. ( A PROMPT LIST! )

[ COMFORT ]: the sender, noticing a visibly upset receiver, solemnly moves to their side, and places a hand on their shoulder in an effort to comfort them.

The way Camille's Hex-Heart worked was a mistery, even to herself even years later. Some days it seemed to syphon all of Camille's emotions out of her, leaving her little more than a robotic husk, who would focus on her job and nothing else.

Other days, such as these, it'd allow negative emotions, rage, regret, pain, to enter her once more. She suspected there was a psychological aspect to it, but the day she went to one of those con-artists is the day the Ferros clan falls with her.

Still, when she felt the gentle hand on her shoulder, she didn't even turn around, already feeling how the empathic link of her little songbird was trying to fill her with 'good vibes' or whatever the kids say this day.

"...I am sorry you have to see me like this, Arya." She said softly, still not looking at her, but putting a hand on hers, strenghtening the connection. "It is...disgraceful."

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#A Honest Voice is Louder than a Crowd ;; Seraphine IC #Cold Heart's Symphony ;; chaotick musings ; Camile & Seraphine #chaotick musings #// i love those two; your honor uwu ♥

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{ ⚝ } ——— Melodious & bubbly giggles found their way up to her lips with sheer sincerity. That particular way on how Kayle could be both incredibly knowledgeable & rightful on certain things yet so innocent & naive in others never failed to make Soraka feel refreshed & full of endearment whenever having the opportunity.

“You surely are, indeed.” Starry-coated fingertips would dare to reach up to caress one of her displayed wings, tracing a feather with utter care. A little hint of melancholy blooming on her nebula-tinted irises, the temptation always pricking to peek into the future lines for the Aspect of Justice, yet ever distancing herself from following the rivers upon rivers of fate towards something she wouldn’t like.

“Just be careful upon any battle regardless… I would miss this particular Dove from taking too long to return to my window.” Her smile would return parsimoniously, as across her cheek a little golden dot would rush beneath her skin as a shooting star.

"The Justice Pigeon?" The Starchild would look up at Kayle with her features tilted ever-so-slightly in mild confusion, but also with her golden irises sparkling in amusement.

"Well, I cannot say I think of you when I see Doves coming at my window." Specially the cute snowy fat ones she had learned to feed & praise so they would fly back to her always, but she kept that little thought for convenience.

"I...actually, yes! Doves are creatures of elegance and refinment, plus they signify an end to war and conflict, as I do as well after I arrive at the battlefield" She opened her wings and proudly displayed them.

Had she missed the fact that the Starchild was still being somewhat playful, or that what she had imagined was different from what Kayle said?

Absolutely.

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#Flowers are the Shadows of Stars ;; Soraka IC #verse ;; canon #A Beloved's Pray to the Stars Above ;; chaotick musings ; kayle #// ladies and gentlemen; them 🥺 #// me here ever loving our fat dove of justice and starry goat shippy ♥

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𝒞𝑜𝓃𝓉. — { @heredis-sanguinis }

{ ⟡ } ——— The endearment in the sweet nickname & how softly he had kissed her lips would deem her entirely silent. It was the tenderness of his hold & concerns, it was the sweetness & care poured upon her broken, powerless, form. The words calling upon her beauty, albeit if at first she had jested to lighten the mood & perhaps bait a compliment or two to feed her ego, had now moved her heart upon the sincerity in his voice. —& with every brush of his thumbs, it would be as if calling forth crimson & life to her otherwise sickly visage… & it wasn’t caused by no magic more than the one bonding their beating hearts together through centuries. The audacity~

“You truly look at me with Cupid’s Arrow painfully piercing through you, don’t you, Mon Amour?” Her tired voice would joke, yet find delight in the comforting & intimate gestures.

She had to consciously refrain herself from following more into his caresses & let go an undignified capricious plea out of her when his hands would move away from her face, yet immediately soothed by the contact remaining across on her arms. Albeit it made her flinch at the wounds & marks, as the poison in her body would reject any attempt to heal the damaged flesh, instead taking & drinking more & more as a greedy creature…

After all, her own nature perhaps would even play against his attempts, making it a little more difficult as an unexpected counter attack, especially when on normal occasions in the past, when petricide wasn’t in the equations, her silhouette would follow through his own instruction & ministrations, guiding it back into health with no single delay…

Perhaps, simply this occasion was trickier: A Mortal Body would form out of flesh by itself first, & blessed with sorcery afterwards; siphoning sorcery out of it would not diminish the body’s capability nor alter its stability…. But, a Nymph was Wild Magic on her own first, given a vessel of flesh by Nature itself afterwards & held together at its own seams by fine threads of golden power. It was less stable to heal on its very own without power flowing freely… & the petricide would make it far harder to resew the lose strings that would never deny him at other times.

Yet Emilia couldn’t help but appreciate her beloved’s attempts, noticing how his eyes would change shades to deep crimson, provoking a little pitiful & ashamed smile. “It's fine…” It wasn’t, but she would whisper regardless, almost melancholic, saccharine & condescending. A hand reaching up to touch his cheek ever-so gently. “… There’s no need for you to force it, Vovachka, I wouldn’t wish you to fall due exhaustion, & have us both bed-ridden.”

In contrast, however, the following mentions made her almost unladylike snort along her low chuckles. “Your sweet puppies are amazing guardians, & their hard-work is ever appreciated.” Fortunately for them, as she was lacking her magic meant no sudden bowties, top hats or waistcoats on the Drakehounds for once. Simply nodding at the expectations of his servitude fluttering around her upon calling was, more disliked in the reminder of her weakness even if it was an act of care. Centuries accustomed to be self-sufficient to be almost bed-ridden was going to need customary adjustment—

Her eyes suddenly opened in genuine wonder, albeit the glow of molten-gold was subdued to a darker hue, there was a hint of ever-vivacious attitude swirling underneath. Humming in contemplation, & her tone becoming a bit playful “You are still awfully assertive lately, that almost sounded as when I wasn’t allowed into the royal gardens’ fully by myself without a chaperon…. & a sweet Prince may offer himself to guide me, even if there would always be someone lurking regardless.” In her mind, the memory was clear & bright as if it had been yesterday, it was went their little attempts of secrecy written upon paper strips had started, or when she had picked upon the oddities of fan language from the aristocrats to convey messages to him too.

“But do not fret, dearest Dragon, I won’t stray too far from your Castle’s tower—,… I doubt for now I would be able to give a couple of steps even if I wanted to, before August or Carmine would alert you on something being wrong, or your dedicated servitude noticing the stumbling Matron on the halls... or you feeling it by yourself in that regard.” Her fingers would carefully move inside the collar of her silk dress to take out & look upon a heart-shaped pendant. Crimson blood flowing through clear crystal, silver wrapping around it as veins, one could almost swear it was about to beat ever-so softly—...

" —Is that how you knew I was hurt & needed help? Your Gifts?" She wondered as sinking a little more into the comforting pillows, trying to deny the way her body was aching. Tensed muscle, tired bones, heavy as a doll without strings. It was ridiculous, yet she stubbornly attempted to not show too much of it & pretend it wasn’t noticeable if keeping a caring eye. Despite being a deceiver & illusionist to many, a master of masking her true reactions & intentions to others, Vladimir had always come to be the one she didn’t feel the need to pretend or hide… … defeated, she had come to that conclusion long ago: he would know either way what lay beneath, wouldn’t he?

#Beauty perishes in life but is immortal in art ;; LeBlanc IC #Verse ;; Canon #crowns of gold & roses ;; heredis sanguinis #// I made a little cont. because it was giving me problems to reblog and edit ioahdaoidh hope you don't mind #// OMG THIS THREAD ♥ ; I love it so much after 3 years--- #// reviving this beauty just before killing me soon in whatever way this woman is planning; THE AUDACITY of both mun and muse >:V #// ty ty ; deary ♥ UwU always a pleasure to bring back those #// butalsoEVIL-- #long post

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A black and red bird, with a long thin beak, landed on a neearby windowsill. The peculiar animal had a third eye, above the others, in the middle of it’s head. To Emilia Leblanc, this animal was not unfamiliar to her. In fact, she had several of them as her own already, by gift of the Crimson Reaper, Vladimir.

Around its neck, a crimson ribbon with a rolled up paper was fastened.

The paper would read:

“Nb wvzivhg Nrwmrtsg Ilhv, dlfow blf rmwfotv nb dsrnhrxzo hrwv zmw qlrm nv zg lfi hvxivg olxzov rm gsv xirnhlm tziwvmh, rm gdl wzbh?

Gsv yriw rh z trug gl blf, zh zodzbh.

E”

{ ⟡ } — Aureate gaze glows in delight & joy as, with a swirl of one hand, ethereal golden letters would appear around her, as if ghosts waking up & rising upon calling from the delicate paper. It was inevitable not to paint an ever-amused smile upon nightshade-coated lips, as a playful & low chuckle would escape her. “Now, now… the ‘E’ is ever my clue, isn’t it? … How shall I call you, my not-so secret lover?” She questioned as rising her hand to caress the phantom letter, tracing it almost lovingly, making the vapors of magic & fantasy swirl along the notes of the classical melody around her. An antique Camavorian Waltz was playing at the gramophone, two of her pixie familiars dancing near it in a very familiar way …

“Enchanting? Everlasting? Eternal?” Her voice hummed with the tune, contemplative of every word. “Eloquent? Endearing? Entrancing?”

Finally, she felt a little blush crawl upon her ivory features, product of both the situation & probably his expression if he found himself with a plethora of new endearing nicknames provoked by this familiar manner of writing to each other. “& I’m only speaking in ‘common tongue’. Imagine only if I start thinking on other present & forgotten languages..”

Emilia could hear her pixies laughing, all fluttering curiously around the message writing itself in the air as the Enchantress decoded it patiently, ever starting by his Initial to a V.

“Now, Now!… To see me in two days on our favorite garden? —What are you even planning this time, Mon Lion? Hiding a secret from me as a shiny little treasure, what sort of surprises are you keeping in store for me, hmm? Attacking my most curious side, how daring, leaving me with no way to refuse~~ ♫” It was merely a faux sense of theatrics & drama, obvious on how her face was covered by unmasked joy & how her heart was oh-so pleasantly beating in anticipation.

With a last gesture of her fingers, the ghostly letters disappeared in smoke & dust of colorful hues, before the Matron would sit upon the windowsill of her office’s window, enjoying the touch of the delicate nightly wind as offering the awaiting bird her hand to perch & receive its rightful amount of pampering, dainty caresses upon the wondrous plumages of crimson and ebony would ever be the payment to such extraordinary emissaries of affection.

“& you, my new little darling… what shall I call you? —Perhaps a name starting with “E” may suit you~ ♥?”

@heredis-sanguinis ♥

#Beauty perishes in life but is immortal in art ;; LeBlanc IC #Verse ;; Canon #crowns of gold & roses ;; heredis sanguinis #// *AIHDAIOHDOIHDAIDOHOA* #// -me in the bg with the chancla cause cella what is u doiiiing- #// also loved to decode ♥ it is ever fun to do #// Emilia there just as curious as me xD

[angelicxlly]

#boop #feel free to ♥ ♥ ♥

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" Local Witch turns into a Cat in order to boop everyone on sight. Reports say she has been seen everywhere at the same time! "

" Witnesses had reported an odd green cat with a chamaleon tail running around. Friendly to some, but vicious to boop!"

" Tiny little boops from a local deer end in accidental comatose, please approach with care"

#// >:3c *boops all into oblivion* #the angel speaks ;; ooc

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        RP blog for Multiple League of Legends Muses.          Canon Divergent,Independent, Selective, Multiverse. 

𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝖒𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖔𝖘 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖙𝖔 𝖌𝖎𝖛𝖊 𝖇𝖎𝖗𝖙𝖍 𝖙𝖔 𝖆 𝖉𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗.

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{ ✿ } // Hi, Cuties ♥ ♥ ♥ Just letting you all know that I'm not dead yet hiahdoiahda ; IRL right now has just been very complicated and has kept me away for a long while ♥ May try to come more often tho, I have missed you all a lot ♥ I hope you are all having a lovely day!! Love you all tons ♥

#the angel speaks ;; ooc

[angelicxlly]

"The Small Details"- A Caitlyn/Leblanc Valentine Drabble

Caitlyn walked confidently through the streets of High Piltover, it’s passageways and stalls filled with people celebrating the date with their loved ones, and the former sheriff was on her way to do the same. The prospect of seeing her fiancé again was always enough to put a spring in her step.

On some occasions that meant official Black Rose business and a few favors being asked of her (That she’d always accept on the spot), but this time Leblanc assured her lover that the invitation was purely a social one. A Black Letter with the group’s symbol, written with gold ink and punctuated with her lovely matron’s lipstick invited her to one of the most expensive hotels in the city, and the heir of the Kiramman family had dropped everything she was doing or planned to do to meet her there.

Before coming in, she spotted a vendor selling a bouquets of Roses, which she  promptly bought and overpaid for, and the moment she stepped in with flowers in hand one of the staff approached her to let her know she had been expected, promptly guiding her to the hotel’s suite where ‘Her Excellency’ was staying.

The name she had been told to ask for was one of Leblanc’s favorite faux identities, a minor noble from a distant continent across the seas, too far away to confirm in any meaningful way if she was telling the truth, but with enough clear power and riches to make sure all doubts were dashed. Though Emilia had assured her that such subterfuge was necessary when one was so powerful and had so many enemies, Caitlyn suspected that her fiancé simply enjoyed the play-acting.

The woman who opened the door was one of the Black Matron’s many maids, who gave a courteous bow, a welcoming smile and moved aside, allowing her to enter. The detective noted that she was dressed in casual ware, most likely ready to go out with the other maids as their mistress gave them the day off so the two of them could spend some time alone. Even then, when the maid informed her that ‘Her Mistress’ was still in the shower, she saw a dagger hidden on the woman’s cape, no proper servant of the Matron would find herself unarmed. As if coordinated, the moment the young lady left after explaining the food was on the way, the detective heard a surprised gasp from behind her, turning to see her lover emerge from the bathroom swayed in a towel, which looked distinctively like an angel coming down from heaven in her lover’s eyes.

“Roses! You shouldn’t have” Which meant she should have, of course. Something Caitlyn had learnt about gunfights, which applied equally well to romance, was that it was the Small Details which mattered the most. For example, whether landing a shot above an enemy’s cover to shower them with debris, or buying a lady her favorite flowers, weak points were always great targets.

“Well I know how fond you are of them” The sniper replied handing the flowers with a confident grin, earning herself a smile back, which boded well for the rest of the evening. Before they could embrace and enjoy a kiss, a loud knock came from the door, causing the Fae to raise an eyebrow.

“Impatient waiter…I better put something on, you know how the help often like to gossip.” She’d sigh and walk back to the bathroom with the flowers in hand,  to the dismay of the former sheriff who almost had the love of her life in her arms, and was ready to discharge her disappointment at the man who had just knocked on the door loudly a second time…that was odd, she thought, that was too much of an uncouth behavior for such a refined establishment, where politeness and making one seem invisible to the guests were favored.

As she opens the door she notices that the uniform barely fits the man, a bit too big in some places, and a bit too small in others, not to mention the noticeable small reddish stain on his shoulder and the trolley of food he was carrying was in disarray instead of being properly set up for a guest, all making alarm bells ring on Caitlyn’s head, doubly so when the man seemed to stare at her for an impolite number of seconds. “Is there a problem?”

“Oh! Your pardon, madam. Your face seemed familiar!” He said recovering his wits at once, his voice doing its best to fake a piltovian accent and failing, and of course if her were truly from the City of Progress, he’d know who she was in a heartbeat, her face had appeared in newspapers and posters more than a few times in the last couple of yours. It was the last mistake which sealed the deal, his intent to try and play off the situation. “Have I served you before?”

“I doubt that…” She’d move a hand to her back, taking out the baton she kept hidden there. “You’ve only been a waiter for the last 10 minutes.”

He reacted as she had expected, shoving the food trolley forward to trample her, which she moved away from with practiced perfection before landing a solid smash to his jaw, knocking him out in a second. As more thugs dressed in zaunite gear came in through the door, it crossed her mind to draw her handgun too, but she’d rather avoid making a mess of her lover’s room, after all decorating a lady’s suite with viscera and grey matter was one of those small details guaranteed to annoy them.

The first thug approached with her arms open, hoping to catch her and wrestle her down to the ground with her superior augmented muscles, to which she was rewarded with a baton  smashing down on the woman’s solar plexus and shattering her ribcage, resulting in her falling to the floor to clutch her chest, trying to scream in pain and finding only shrills escaping her mouth. The second had a chem-blade aiming for her neck, she dodged her attacker’s swing and landed a strike on his groin, and when he fell to the ground to clutch his broken jewels, she hit the back of the neck, with a satisfying CRACK of the spine.

That left a single man, the leader most likely, aiming his chemblaster directly at her, and before either could react ,the man found himself with two sets of chains tightening around his body, one gold, one purple. A dripping fuming Leblanc at the end of the chains yanked hard, causing his body to twist in an unnatural way, and as he dropped to the floor lifeless, Caitlyn reflecting that at least his last sight had been a memorable one. If it was one of fear or adoration at this devil-looking woman ending his life, the sniper didn’t care for, since in hers only the second one had place in her eyes, even in the moments of Leblanc’s brutality.

“Were they after you or me?” The matron asked, rearranging the towel that had fallen to the floor as she rushed to the lover’s aid around her body once more, to said lover’s vague disappointment.

“Your cover, from the look of it…” Caitlyn responded, after having searched the pockets of the supposed leader, finding a ransom note written to her family clearly meant to be left behind after she had been kidnapped, which she handed to the witch. "Seems they've been trailing you for a while, so most likely an outsider bandit group"

“Could be real…” She shrugged, which Cait noted did interesting things to the towel’s stability. “Or it might have been a blind and my cover is blown. Shame, I liked high Magistrate Carmilla, she was a wonderful character and a raging bitch. Oh well, we’ll find out more after I ‘interrogate’ them.”

Leblanc wondered off to fetch her staff, which she could use to contact her servants to come clean the room of the corpses and soon to be corpses, and arrange for the survivors to be taken away and have the information tortured out of them. Caitlyn, for her part, started to lay out the dinner that the would-be-assassins had provided on a nearby table, humming along as if nothing of importance had just happened. After all, whenever her love was done, she would be hungry indeed, and the food would be ready for her when she came back.

Small Details. They matter the most.

(Drabble featuring @angelicxlly 's wonderful Leblanc)

#I LOVED THIS SO MUCH OMG; THANK YOU PRECIOUS CHAOTICK CHONCC ♥ ♥ ♥ #THIS IS ABSOLUTELY PERFECT ♥ ♥ ♥ #AND MY HEART IS VERY HAPPY ♥ ♥ ♥ #Tick right there doing Universe's job to bring glee in the middle of my stress and put smiles on my face with a snap of fingers ♥ #I LOVE THIS LITTLE SNAP OF THEIR DAILY LIFE ♥ #Cait being so careful with the Details #Emilia whole character ♥ ; and even this choncc right here making me love my muse and this ship even more #bless you UwU ♥ thank you sweetheart #;; Saved #Rose Flavored Tea ;; Caitlyn x LeBlanc

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—{ Statistical Character Test }—

Beth March (Little Women): 92%

Hilda Spellman (Chilling Adventures of Sabrina): 92%

Luna Lovegood (Harry Potter): 89%

Georgiana Darcy (Pride and Prejudice): 89%

Chien-Po (Mulan): 89%

Charles Boyle (Brooklyn Nine-Nine): 88%

Jess Day (New Girl): 88%

Amélie Poulain (Amélie): 88%

Dobby (Harry Potter): 87%

Mamá Coco (Coco): 87%

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