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Galerie des Batailles

Versailles, France

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God King Darius & Garen - League of Legends: Wild Rift

#god kings god kings god kings god kings god ki- #god king tag tbt.

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Mount Rainier National Park, WA by Conner Denny

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wolven-boss​:

Sett’s ears only twitched in minor irritation, something easily missed. ‘Earlier’ ‘Expected’ ‘make do’.

For considering themselves a powerful nation, they were far too slow to act, permitting old behaviors to root before being deemed ideal or cursed, healthy or unhealthy. They seemed to enjoy this dance, of being slow despite the necessity for haste…

Demacians were always so… Inefficient.

“Understood,” Captian, simple enough, plain enough, genuine enough that there was not that burning pain that bubbled in his blood. Too long, had he had such degrading terms, such honor to those above and such disgrace to himself, but… That was then, this is now, his mind had long since been rooted in old habits… but in time, those would shatter, and be reformed into something new. “Captain.”

As Garen had spoken to… Merrek, a name Sett tried to devote in his mind, lifting his head just enough to look around, to watch them fuss about, straightening his back… observing. His eyes watched Merrek the entire time he had walked past, eyes narrowing slightly as he observed… And then his head flicked back to look at Garen.

Fitted.

Sett, no longer going to tolerate the ache of sitting on a single knee, stood up, looking down at Garen– he would have looked him more straight-on were it not for his size.

“I need no armor besides my flesh, and no weapon besides my hands. Armor will only weigh me down, and weapons are not as fluid as my own body.”

In short, it was a waste of time.

                A pair of blue eyes stares up at the man before him, features unmoved and unshaken except for the precarious raise of an eyebrow as he listens to the blunt words of his new recruit. Settrigh carried himself strongly and silently, and though he seemed to have learned to be subservient, he was also quite confident in his strength. Such confidence was valuable, but it seemed more than likely to Garen that he needed to learn how to temper such brash strength.

                “Your confidence is admirable,” he spoke as he silently accepted a report that was handed to him, glancing down briefly to skim it before folding the parchment once more and returning his attention to Sett. “But reckless.”

                The report Garen had read briefly joined the other tucked into his belt. Turning his back to Settrigh, he motioned for the man to follow him as he spoke. “You are a soldier of my Vanguard,” he said, he tone stern but not unkind, “You will be fitted for armor, same as all of my soldiers.” It was clear Garen was not to be argued with.

                “I can see that you are not merely a human man, and I assume similar to the stonehorn that you are more durable than us humans— but even the stonehorn of my first shield was fitted with armor.” As he spoke, his tone steadily become gentler, stepping down from the deep baritone of a commander to a tone meant to convey a kinder understanding. “That is because you are my responsibility, you are my soldier. Your life is not my pawn and must be protected as much as all of my soldiers, as all people in Demacia. I will not allow for you to charge into battle without armor.” There was a very, very quiet note of desperation in his voice, an echo of the death he witnessed at the Battle of Nockmirch. The weight of the many shields he carried home sat heavily on his heart still.

                Garen stopped his paces when they arrived at the tall wooden door that was once the quarters for Kriel ( a door that was purposely carved much taller for the sake of the stonehorn’s height ). “This was previously the quarters of Kriel, a stonehorn who served in the Vanguard. I think you will be comfortable here.”

#wolvenboss #sorry again for how long this is :sob: #you dont have to match i just think theres a lot of exposition that needs to be laid out rn

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A deserted 19th century mansion in St. Petersburg, Russia | Photo: Vivid Symphony + Voulezvous

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alright!! happy to announce that the blog has been entirely overhauled with a brand new shiny look!! i am very proud of all the work i put into this new theme. i am looking to also update / rework my pages next!

#outofbattle.

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Lago di Sorapiss, Dolomites, Italy. [3024 x 4032] [OC] - Author: adrielnac on reddit

#he stands as marble statues; his hands rough as the tides ( aesthetics ).

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Knights are just inherently, immensely sexy... it's all about the devotion, the ideals, the cool weapons and armor AND the muscles to wield them...

#& he made himself a vessel— of strength; courage; & unity ( about ). #garen diagnosed sexy

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“Aren’t nets really big? Yuumi’s really little… Maybe Yuumi isn’t meant to be a fishercat…” At least that means she can just sleep on Garen’s lap without much concern as to what she should be doing.

Well, didn’t matter. She still reached for his shoulder, and scrambled up until she could seat herself comfortable on his shoulder.

“Too cute?” Yuumi looked at him oddly, “Yuumi’s not cute! She’s ferocious! A hunter! Listen, listen, listen! I can roar!”

She dramatically inhales…!

“… Mrew!”

                “A small net can be made,” Garen reassured her, reaching a and up to scratch a finger under Yuumi’s chin. He would not doubt that there were smaller nets, likely for river fishing as well as for the sake of allowing for young children to begin the craft. 

                He turned his head as well as he could in order to face her as she inhaled, her little chest swelling before releasing perhaps the most endearing meow Garen had ever heard. It took a great deal of his self restraint to not laugh in good humor, but his smile did crack his features nonetheless. “Quite ferocious indeed,” he agreed with a chuckle as he gathered his fish rod and string. 

                It was a short walk to the river where Garen had intentionally camped close to, his feline companion balanced carefully on his shoulder while his fishing pole rest against the opposite. Stopping several feet from the bank, Garen extended his elbow and held his other arm before him to make a mock set of steps for Yuumi. “Let’s settle here to fish for the morning.”

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He reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you’ve discovered something you don’t even have a name for.

Richard Siken, from Crush (via sagmoonn)

#slaps this in my ship tags #which i have to go copy paste LOL

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A thousand documents to sign, Documents in a language Sett could only just barely read, a thousand measurements, women who seemed skittish of him, but he didn’t have any intention of harming them, who held odd, flat strings to try and discover what they’d need to make for him… Armor, they said.

Armor he didn’t need. Still in his Mageseeker attire, a long coat that reached past the backs of his knees, a dark grey adorned with pale golds and yellows.

And that was enough. He was told where he was going, and he did not want to wait, instead immediately headed to the camp, only hours behind the courier. It was better he found himself there instead of sitting in a city that stared at him, with walls that burned. There was no excuse, no reason not to leave immediately. So, he did.

This lead to shock and suspicion when he had arrived. Weapons pointed at them, but there was not an ounce of fear.

“I was sent here under the order of Jarvan Lightshield the Fourth.”

And he was told to wait. Wait, wait, wait, there was always waiting. It never made sense, as much as he hated the Mageseekers, they would only get him when it was time to act- they did not make him wait…

… Perhaps, perhaps being in that cell was little more than an eternal waiting game. That didn’t matter now, at least.

Finally, a soldier came to him, ushering him forth, to meet the one he would be serving, a Sire Garen Crownguard… He learned enough of this land’s customs that he had a reasonable idea of how to behave- Obey, and do not question, and things went fine.

He walked lightly into the tent, always minding to keep everything in view, so he did not accidentally bump into something or someone, ducking as to not hit his head on anything…

For a moment, he hesitated, trying to remember ‘etiquiette’, a thing he was not exactly skilled at, and shifted to stand on a single knee.

“Sire Crownguard,” he said, softly, his head low, even his ears flopped limply, not even controlling how they twisted or moved, a complete show of… submission.

Demacians did love it when another submitted, and he was not about to risk his luck with being far too aggressive, as the Mageseekers often called him.

“I am Settirgh, a former Mageseeker. I’m here to assist in whatever you need of me.”

             It was not common for Garen to look up to people. He was not a man of small stature by any means either, but when he was brought face to face with the man before him, Garen found himself having to crane his head back to meet the sullen gold of his eyes nonetheless. His sheer stature was enough to leave him speechless for a passing moment, lost in his own surprise before he introduced himself.

              Was this not the man that Jarvan had wrote to him about? Perplexed, Garen withdrew the letter he had read less than an hour ago from his belt and unfolded it, skimming the contents of it once more.

              “You are here earlier than I expected,” the Captain finally said after he looked back up from the parchment, eyeing over his new recruit once more. “No matter, we can make do.” 

                Settrigh, as he called himself, a name that was foreign to the Demacian tongue no doubt, was much more... demure than he was expecting. It was almost off-putting how keenly submissive Settrigh presented himself as. There was little doubt in Garen’s mind that such behavior had been beaten into by the brutual hands of the Mageseekers, but he would need to learn quickly that in order to survive as a soldier of the Dauntless Vanguard— under Garen’s Vanguard in particular— he would need to develop a stronger character. Regardless, Jarvan vouched for the man, and so Garen would give him a place among his ranks.

                “You need only address me as Captain,” he began as he returned the folded letter to his belt and held his gloved hand out to the new soldier. “Captain Crownguard will do if you so desire, but such formality is not needed here.”

                Turning briefly away from Settrigh, Garen called Merrek to his side. “Merrek, do we still have Kriel’s old sleeping quarters?” he asked, speaking of the Stonehorn that had been apart of the Vanguard some months ago. It might be large for the Vastayan, but that was certainly better than a bed too small and clothes ill-fitting.

                “Yes, Captain, believe we do.” 

                “Perfect. Would you and Cithria arrange a room for him in the mean time?” 

                “Guess these old bones of mine can get to it,” Merrek huffed, getting up from the wooden table and chairs where he had been playing tell stones ( and losing ) with Aly Morns.

                Garen bid them both his thanks as they left to arrange a bed and quarters for the new soldier. After waving them off, he turned his attention back to the taller man.

                “Now, Settrigh, next would be to get you fitted, though that might take some time to find the necessary tailor and armorer. In the mean time, what is your weapon of choice? We can see to getting you armed for now.”

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My Friend, 

                I am writing to implore you to consider the man I will be sending to join your ranks among the Vanguard. He was previously held by the Mageseekers under inhumane conditions, and though there are some oddities about him, I am sure he will make a strong and capable addition to the ranks. I think your kindness will be best for him. Please, show him what being a Demacian truly means.

               Sincerely,                Prince Jarvan IV

                It was exceptionally rare that soldiers were sent to the ranks of the Vanguard under direct order of the prince— so rare was it, that it had not happened before, at least under Garen’s leadership of the Vanguard. He read over the brief letter again, pondering it for a time. He had no intentions of turning away the new recruit, of course, but he wasn’t prepared in the slightest. He had to inform the others of the first shield, of course, and then there would be the matter of getting the man fitted for armor, finding his weapon of choice, arranging quarters for him. 

                With a sigh, Garen folds the letter closed and rubs his brow with a gloved hand, combing his thoughts for an efficient plan. At the very least, the first thing was to arrange quarters for the new member of the Vanguard, and so that became Garen’s intent when he left his Captain’s Quarters. As soon as he left the room however, he was greeted by a waiting soldier ready with an early morning report. 

                “Sir,” the soldier spoke, “There is someone outside the gates to see you.” 

                “This early?” he asked, his surprise leading his tongue before his inhibition could catch it. The soldier merely blinked at him, seemingly taken aback by his Captain’s response. 

                “Very well, bring them inside,” Garen quickly added, brushing aside his earlier sentiment in order to attend to the duties the day greeted him with. He’ll have to address his concerns for the new recruit at a later point in the day it seemed.

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“Who would even make that? That’s a very niche market.” As soon as she said that, she probably forgot those words… oops. “Hm… Maybe I could use my teeth or something… But what if I broke a tooth! Maybe I should learn to swim better. Maybe I could just dive like some doggies do, and catch it with my paws! Wait, do they use teeth?”

Contemplative kitten.

“Huh? Oh, shoulder? Yes!” She ran out ahead of him, just outside and right in front of the man, standing on her back feet as she reached up to him with her paws, making grabbing motions, “Up! Up! Pick Yuumi up!”

                Another quiet laugh rose in Garen’s chest as he listened to her list the many possibilities. Instead, he offered a much more humble answer. “How about a net. Have you ever tried to use one before? I can teach you. It is fairly simple.” 

                Unfortunately he did not have a fishing net for this particular morning, but he did make a note to get one from the market in the next few days. 

                His smile widened as she pleaded to be picked up, far enough to form creases at the corners of his eyes. The happiness that Yuumi brought to him was a gift all its own. Happily, Garen bent down to wrap his large palms around her, gently lifting her into his arms and supporting her so that she could climb onto his shoulder. “You are much too cute sometimes, you know.” 

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Aharbal, Kashmir {OC} {3024×4032} - Author: koshur_mukhbir on reddit

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“Well, maybe I like to help!” She huffed, loudly… but, well, little kitties could only do so much. But she could try!

Instead of pester him, she opted to just sit down a little out of the way so she wouldn’t risk tripping him, and intently watched, waiting for him to talk. Maybe he’d go back to sleep? She wasn’t against that, curling up next to him and dozing off again. He was always so busy, naps with him were hard to get!

“Oooh… That sounds nice!” She chirped, “And I can nap on your lap, too… And fishies… Do you think Yuumi would be able to use a fishing rod?”

She looked down at her paws.

“Maybe not… fishing rods were made for people with thumbs.” And kitties do not have thumbs, much to her dismay.

                He couldn’t help the chuckle that rose warmly in his chest when Yuumi looked at her paws, endeared by her enthusiasm more than anything. “Unfortunately that is the case,” he answered, “But perhaps we can find one made for cats someday.” 

                Garen lingered only long enough to pull his boots on, and now dressed, he had roused enough to finally shake the drowsiness he had felt when first waking. His belt followed shortly after, a hunting knife strapped to the back and other small tools that would be handy joined his person and Garen deemed himself well enough prepared. 

                “Do you want to ride on my shoulder while we walk?” he asked as he pulled back the flap to his tent, standing in the opening with the early morning sun behind him, waiting for Yuumi to join him. 

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Yuumi jumped back a little– well, that was generous, she almost hovered backwards, landing gently on him still as he snorted himself awake.

“Yay! Because you uh… I think you said you wanted to be up by now. Yuumi checked!” She nodded, as though trying to insist her right-doing.

“Uhm…” Yuumi  put her paw just under her chin, thoughtfully contemplating, “Ssseven hours or so? Yuumi isn’t good with counting.” She jumped off of his pillow, onto the floor, following him closely, “Is there something Yuumi can do to help? You still look sleepy.”

                A hum rumbled in Garen’s throat as Yuumi answered him, followed shortly by a nod of acknowledgement. Seven hours was a rather well rounded night of sleep, so he was content for the time being even if the thought of curling up under warm blankets against was still tempting. 

                “I am still a little sleepy, yes,” he answered with a yawn, “I have not slept so peacefully in quite a long time, but you need not do anything little one.” 

                Garen fastened his leather chest piece under his arms as he dressed for the day, donning the light armor he often wore when not attending to his duties as a soldier. “I was thinking perhaps we could go fishing for some breakfast this morning. How does that sound to you?” Garen asked as he turned to look down at his feline companion, a smile stretched over his lips as he spoke.

#awildyuumiappeared #just a big man and his little cat daughter #i wub them

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She presses her paw onto Garen's cheek.

"Are you awake yet?"

                Rather indigently, the Might of Demacia snorted away from the deep sleep he rarely found himself in. He awoke to a small paw pressed against his face, an occurrence that was not at all unusual to him anymore. 

                “I am now,” he answered, yawning shortly after before bringing his hand up to attempt and rub the sleep from his eyes. His other hand rested against Yuumi’s back, his thumb idly stroking her soft fur before he sighed and forced himself to rise from his bedroll. 

                “How long was I asleep?” he asked as he gently picked her up and placed her on his pillows so that he could gather himself for the day. 

#yuumi and garen are friends because i said so (i love them) #the higher order ( messages ). #awildyuumiappeared