#dolls runeterran dollhouse

[witchcraftandburialdirt]

𝔾𝕆𝕆𝔻 𝔸𝔽𝕋𝔼ℝℕ𝕆𝕆ℕ 𝕄𝕐 𝕃𝕆𝕍𝔼𝕃𝕀𝔼𝕊! °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°

It has been a very long time since I've posted some artwork, but below are two commissions requested by @dolls-runeterran-dollhouse for her Jhin! Doll was very easy to work with ( 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘐 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘢𝘺 ♥ ) and her bratty rendition of Jhin was so fun to portray! I recommend you take a peek at Doll's blog because it’s a HUGE undertaking! (ღ˘⌣˘ღ)

I've been working on a few other things in the background too that I hope to soon be posting! I've been very dry with art lately but this piece definitely helped me get past that creative block ( ´ ∀ `)ノ～ ♡ You all have a beautiful day! ♥

#my art uwu #mun speaks #dolls runeterran dollhouse #it feels so nice to make art again wahhhh #I'll be writing some more this week too ♥ #my break really helped me regain muse and helped reestablish the thesaurus in my noggin #♥♥♥ #yes that is zeds blade in Jhins hand #no i will not explain #poor zed #rip #khada jhin #league of legends #league of legends art #digital art

[steel-and-fire]

Con ?

Con: Ferenir can get quite jealous. It is not to the point that it's obsessive or toxic jealousy, but you will see him visibly tense up and get anxious around people his partner might seem overly affectionate with.

#dolls runeterran dollhouse #ic #asks #memes #hey friend cx #headcanons

[blackrosesmatron]

Name one (or a few) people in your life whose death would ruin you.

Who do you think would miss you most if you were gone?

Name one person you’d protect even if it meant sacrificing yourself.

From this meme: accepting

10. Name one (or a few) people in your life whose death would ruin you.

Swain (@dolls-runeterran-dollhouse): My dearest Grand General. I am aware of her mortality, and as age begins to take its toll, our time together grows ever shorter. I do try to prepare my heart for the inevitable moment when she departs this world, but I know, with certainty, that it will shatter irreparably upon her passing.

Morgana (@veiled-lady, Coven verse): My dearest Queen. I doubt that the Gods would subject her to the same fate as mine; she is destined to outlive me by many years. However, if tragedy were to befall her, and I were powerless to prevent her demise, it would utterly devastate my heart and soul. My affection for her rivals even that which I hold for the deities we serve, despite the potential blasphemy inherent in such devotion.

Kayn (@wayfaringstrangxr, both default and modern verse): My most lethal assassin, who may be cocky but is undeniably effective. Losing him would mean losing a vital asset to my plans—or at least, that's what I used to believe. Nowadays, things changed and so did my feelings towards him, and it pains me deeply whenever he returns from a mission wounded, even if the injury is not life-threatening. Despite his mortality and the inevitability of his demise—whether in battle or old age—I fear the day I will ultimately lose him.

My rock star; Gods, I can't believe one would bring me close to my father's band again, but his presence in the Pentakill alone made me forget Mordekaiser is also a member of the band. I value more being around him than avoiding my father, so that alone should speak volume about how much Kayn means to me - which also means how much his death would utimately devastate me. I hope he won't have a crazy fan like John Lennon had!

11. Who do you think would miss you most if you were gone?

I can think of a few names of people with whom I have built real bonds, so I suppose they would be more likely to miss me. They are Veigar, Evelynn, Briar, and Jinx.

Evelynn (drinkthepain) is my long-time friend. In the same way I trust her entirely, I also know she trusts me with all her dark heart. Plus, not too long ago, Fiddlesticks decided to attack us both, and I learned that he used her fear of losing me to cause her pain.

Then there is Veigar, my little duckling. We have been through hell and back together, with me being partially responsible for freeing us both from Mordekaiser. I know he gets nervous when I go too long without sending news, despite his attempts to conceal it.

Briar (restrainedhungr) and Jinx (jynxd) both chose me to be their mother, so I believe this speaks volumes on how much they would miss me if I were to die.

There is one last name, a certain hemomancer, who is a huge maybe in this list. Considering how complicated our relationship is, I cannot tell for sure if he would miss me or celebrate my departure from this world.

I can think of other names as well, but all of them are not certain to miss me much. Perhaps on the first moment, but soon to not be affected anymore.

12. Name one person you’d protect even if it meant sacrificing yourself.

The same names as before. I do not love often, but when I do, it is in the most intense way possible. I would kill and die for Evelynn, Veigar, Briar, Jinx, and that awfully annoying blood diva.

#“would i lie?” (answered) #V: “I am everywhere. I am everyone!” (Default verse) #steel and fire #thanks for the ask! #“Watch closely.” (headcanon) #V: “History forgets; but the Black Rose remembers” (Eclipse) #V: “Places to go. people to be.” (Modern Verse) #drinkthepain #jynxd #restrainedhungr #dolls runeterran dollhouse #wayfaringstrangxr #veiled lady

[aphellos]

Sometimes i just wanna die (wish that I could tell you why).

Blue flames eventually lower in heat, joining the burning staffs still touched by wicked orange even as their wielders lay still. Leaving Aphelios the last thing standing in the burning field. He cannot smell the ashen air, cannot feel the singes on his leathers. And soon, the moonstone weapon in his grasp is dissipating. Try as he might to hold Infernum close, it fades from the physical realm all the same. Alune's final words to him are an impossible distance away, until he can no longer sense her at all. Aphelios is left alone in the burning field. He doesn't dare look at the ground, where the Solari scouting party now lay scattered about. Disdain and pain seared into their features. The air stings his eyes as he makes to leave, and Aphelios can only think of the lives cast aside tonight, hate guiding them to their deaths. By his hand. He cries well into the night, even when he has left the field to burn itself out.

When the poison's effect has completely ebbed, Aphelios swears all he had sustained while pain was dulled comes to light all at once. Harsh rays of the sun warms the hidden, lonely temple he sought refuge in until he is sweating and gasping for fresh air. But he cannot move from his bedding, exhaustion making the thought of rising again impossible. Waves of heat make his points of pain all the more noticeable. From crown to heel, there was something that hurt all the way down. Rolling from back to side, an agonised scream has no chord to be heard from. He sobs as his reddened eyes are squeezed tight. There are no tears left for him to cry.

Aphelios often wonders what will happen to him, when the Lunari are no longer hunted, no longer branded heretics. His journeys across Targon seldom have interruptions to these thoughts. One day he will pray for his sister's powers one final time. When they no longer need protection, there will be no need for weapons. His duties fulfilled. His purpose, completed. A loose rock underfoot threatens to send him clambering over the edge, but a quick hand grabs hold of a branch to keep him on the narrow mountain path. It's thorns dig into his palm, but he pulls himself up regardless. Looking down in the valley below, he can see the effects of the previous night's fight in its entirety. Half the hillside scorched to the dirt, the other alight in the falling sun's light. The fight for the Lunari would be a long, grueling one. And despite how it would end, he prayed for it's finality every moment.

Even deep within the sanctums of Targon, they were not safe to celebrate with all of their hearts. The world was awake in the day, and at night, celebrations would be seen or heard far further. Music reverbed in the caves, singing was whispered and dancing slow. All performed in the darkness without Her light. But still the Lunari celebrated; life, each other, and every night gifted to bask in the Moon's beautiful light. When Aphelios had entered, the crowd grew silent. Greeted with only bows of respect and words of gratitude for his sacrifice. The protection he and his sister gave them imperative for their survival. A hoarse voice replies faint as a whisper, when needed. Conversations peter out once they ask him all he knows of where he has been, if they will need to move soon, and what should be done next. Most was for the Moon to answer. None wish to speak of their ordinary days with him even when he has the chance to ask, fussing over repairs to his sacred garb or when he had last eaten. If he had been using the noctum gardens newly cultivated in nearby sanctuaries for him. Broth is forced down a throat still raw from the flower's poison before the Weapon excuses himself. As he nears the cave mouth, the festivities slowly begin again. He decides to guard the entrance for the rest of the night.

His purpose called, tonight. Agony awaited him in the prepared bowl Aphelios stared down in. His gaunt, tired features catch in the reflection, dark eyes pleading for rest staring back. But it was not just suffering he and all he faced this eve would be brought. The only connection to his sister was brought to painted lips as he drank. Even as he convulses, Aphelios could hear her. Alune reaching him again, until she is by his side. She understood better than many the weight of their responsibility, but even so there is joy in having him close, again. He can feel her questioning worry for him, wondering what has happened since they had last found one another. Alune, in her isolation, depended on him to see the physical realm. Aphelios was her link, and her hand. As much as he needed her, she to him. And they could not waste precious time with sharing burden. Especially when one of them felt it tenfold. He would not ask her, in her sanctuary, to mourn for his isolation. With noctum settling into his system, the Weapon readies himself for duty, his hand finding Alune's choice from the arsenal tonight.

i prevail; paranoid ⁺₊⋆ ☾

#○ ic #○ ask #dolls runeterran dollhouse #thanks for the prompt! i didnt have enough SAD in my sad moon boi recently 💕🩵 #long post / #death / #ask to tag /

[mercless]

🌌- Who is Talon dating?

together we've established most verses have Talon and Jhin as an item at this point, though with how I run multiverses I usually keep interactions separate unless it's brought up, talked about or connections are made, progress threads etc. 🤔

Canon & Headcanon are a weird mix since we went by the latter for years, canon of course staying that they're dating but maybe we can use the other to explore their relations together again idk tossing out ideas. Dreadnova, Zombie Slayer, Esport, and modern have them all dating too. Rift Quest depends on how we're playing it; as players they're definitely dating. But I can't recall what we decided on with their PCs.

SG verse last I remember we had them as evil team partners with secret crushes on one another? PROJECT we haven't discussed, neither CE but that's also my weird hybrid child. And of course Gothic High Noon, Talon is an alone and sad half angel half demon thing. Who could ever lend a shoulder of sympathy to such an abomination?

compared across the verses

#‡ ooc #‡ ask meme #dolls runeterran dollhouse #yeah yeah ill allow this indulgent ask #but yeah going back to the first part im always open to other ships w tal as multiverses! #it just involves a lot of setting up and kicking and screaming on talons part and this ship took SO LONG to set up... #me setting down all the rats on the table: you can choose one but theyll bite

[piltover-sharpshooter]

-> from Seraphine;

Only the most hardcore of Seraphine's fans knew that you could get to talk to her and get an autograph if you camped by the stage door for long enough. Stage dooring was more commonly a thing for theaters and actors, but Seraphine always loved talking with some of her more dedicated fans and without having to put a price tag on it, like a VIP pass or nonsense like that. It defeated the core of her songs. So sure enough, a few hours after the show had officially wrapped up, there she was. Popping outside in some more casual clothing, though her make-up and hair were still immaculate. "Hiii everyone!" She was genuinely happy to see her fans. And while security was still nearby it was a lot less formal than some of her fan meets. And of course, the faces were familiar. As she went through the group before ending up with: "Caitlyn!" Sera chirped happily, waving excitedly at the woman with both hands. "I'm so happy to see you again!! Thank you so so much for coming to support me as always! How has your week been?"

It had not been the first time Caitlyn had gone to a Seraphine concert, and if she could ask for one thing from whatever gods above were listening, she hoped it wouldn't be the last. Regardless, on this occasion she couldn't pay much attention to the music as she looked around trying to find something...or someone.

When the music was over she practically dashed to the back, being a bit more rude than she'd like and trying to get Seraphine's attention. She had to admit, even with everything that was happening, the singer's excitment always put a smile in her face.

"Hey Seraphine, pleasure to see you!" Her smile went away and she looked around. "Uh, not to sound like a creepy fan, but I think we should talk?"

"...in private?" Her tone and face left no doubt that she thought the situation might be dire.

#ic #dolls runeterran dollhouse

[bandlecitypride-blog]

➜ from Tristana;

"Hey Soldier!" Tristana smiled excitedly, pulling a short sprint to meet up with Rumble. Though, when she made a sudden stop, boomer knocked her a few more steps forward as she offered a quick salute. "I'm here on the behest of our Mayor!" Tristana smiled brightly, arms crossed. "We're helping make sure all Yordles who are fit and able-bodied are in good shape in case they are called upon to help defend Bandle City."

Reaching into her backpack, she pulled out a clipboard and pencil which she proudly brought up, staring Rumble down. "Now, not including your Mech, how much weight can you lift? What's your stamina average like? Can you do fifty squats followed by fifty push-ups without taking a break?"

Rumble knew that voice all too well. It was the siren’s call he heard in the sweetest of dreams, and the only yordle that could easily tear away his crude exterior, whether she knew it or not. The blue-furred runt stared wide-eyed with scarlet cheeks as his number one crush stood only a couple of feet away.

“Hubwuh, habah, muh…” He’d momentarily stumble over his words at being asked so much, so soon, by someone that ordinarily would cause him to short circuit. However, with a quick cough he’d try and recompose himself. “H-Heh, well, I like to think I could lift maybe, MAYBE a few hundred pounds with ease.” He nonchalantly flexed those barely visible muscles, trying to show off. “I’ve got some killer stamina too. Like, I run five miles every morning, y’know? Oh, and squats and push-ups? Why not throw some sit-ups in there too? I’d handle that with ease!”

Rumble flashes her a confident grin, hoping that he’d done his job right to impress her.

#ask #Tristana #dolls runeterran dollhouse #Rumble #RP

[warmothered]

➜ from Gragas;

Gragas' arrival in the capital was heralded by loud laughter and even louder drinking songs. Though, he ceased his singing when the Avarosans arrived to help unload the wagon of all the liquor he had brought. Without waiting, the giant drunkard hopped off the cart and simply waddled off without saying a word to any of the people nearby. Instead, he marched right on through, anyone who even considered getting in his way was nudged aside by his bulging belly. "Please! You really shouldn't! Sir! PLEA-" Ashe's space was rudely entered as Gragas threw the door open, a big grin on his blushing face. A defeated assistant in the background who could not halt the jolly giant. "ASHE! HOW'S ABOUT A DRINK, YEAH? I BROUGHT SOME OF THA' GOOD STUFF!" He didn't wait for her to start drinking, though, already uncorking the keg and downing some of the purple brew.

» — >  ⌜ PROMPTS & IC ASKS⌟ , always accepting

— @dolls-runeterran-dollhouse

Alone in a room not unlike the one she had seen her mother pour over maps countless times, Ashe did the same — though hers were no trail to follow a myth, but the maps of Avarosan land. With winter's approach, her people had some further south — but a few had been too slow to make the journey, becoming easy prey for the Winter's Claw to raid. There was nothing to do about it immediately, warriors already dispatched to protect these last few; but she is ever prone to worrying, the matter still on her mind despite action already being taken.

The noise from outside intrigues more than worries, clearing her mind from previous concerns as gaze is lifted to the door as she listens to the distant protests of known voices. It doesn't take long for the door to open, a familiar face meeting her with a grin. Ashe chuckles lightly at the entrance, especially when seeing a poor battlemaiden's face, white as snow, as she joins the defeated assistant — certainly concerned about not being effective enough in protecting her warmother.

❝ Edrik, Aggra — it's fine. Gragas is a guest. You may return to your tasks. ❞ Then, turning to the focus of all the commotion, a subtle smile plays upon her lips. As the wary duo departs, the warmother stands and walks over to the newly arrived brewmaster; a presence welcomed and enjoyed that keeps her from her earlier bout of overthinking. ❝ It's good to see you again, friend. ❞

❝ I would love to hear about how your pursuit has been going — and to share a drink if you save enough for me, ❞ Mirth flickers in her blue eyes with the teasing words, offered when her companion downed his drink without delay. ❝ What have you brought us this time? Gods know I could use something strong. ❞

#» in character — ⌜warmother.⌟ #dolls runeterran dollhouse #i hold him gently.. #thanks for enabling my brainrot further... #kfnakjfn

[inkmagics]

@dolls-runeterran-dollhouse's Jhin, from here .ೃ࿔

Here she was. Selling in this humble market. Cheerful, sweet, and courteous. The person who had uprooted everything in Hwei's life. Everything had changed in a single night, because of her.

A burst of green fills Hwei's eyes as their hand is grabbed, jumping in their skin at the touch. The same hands that had crafted their homes' complete destruction. The same hands that had held them once before… There is no attempt by the artist of pulling away from her touch, his other hand only taking a moment to reach out and cover hers in turn. "It is good to see too, that you were not gravely harmed that day." Hwei is able to stammer out, attempting to keep his voice steady, but unable to match her smile. He begins to continue, before Khada cuts to a different subject. Her words, a practised act, while their own were all genuine, it was almost painful to compare them. But there was a reasoning for it, Hwei knew; had pieced together. It wasn't Khada who was behind the destruction of Koyehn, or other terrible misfortunes like the destruction of Nanthee port, or havoc at the Placidium of Navori. Even word from across the ocean of a disturbance in the City of Progress had reached the searching artist. The Golden Demon had been hard at work, bringing terror and horrifying sights into the world. While his fellow artisan must have been in the village, right?

Darkness seeps into Hwei's irises, hurt from Khada's performance, but what point was there in breaking character and causing a different kind of scene? How important was this second life and role to her, he wondered, and added it to the ever-expanding list of things to learn about her. "… I would like that, yes. Thank you Khada." Hwei confeses, relieved at least that there was still a chance of discussion. "Please, lead the way."

#🖌 rp #🖌 to burn brightly and leave only ashes ▴ ♡ #dolls runeterran dollhouse; jhin

[draklorn]

| @dolls-runeterran-dollhouse's lissandra, from here ₊˚｡❆

Their name from Her tongue was a chilling blessing, and they follow her command instantly. Even blessed as one of Her most faithful, there was no feeling of routine to Her presence. Every moment of her attention, an unsurmountable gift. A final dip of their head in thanks to Her would begin Devan's report, each word strong and clear despite their awe of her majesty. "My time waiting allowed me to settle back into the Citadel, my Lady. It was, missed on my questing." Missing the company of their fellow Frostguard, Devan would have admitted, held the most reason for their homesickness. But while they settled, even the citadel's towering walls and cavernous hallways felt reassuring to walk amongst again. "But return I have, and with the news of the southern world, as well as the wilds of our own."

Adjusting their posture with the creaks of metal, Devan rests both hands in the small of their back, beneath their long cape. "Firstly, the tribal apostates are growing bold. I was ambushed on my returning journey to the Citadel. I made certain of no survivors - blessed by my faith with the strength to do so - but this attack was still planned. To be so ready to stike at those who keep the peace of their very home, should be met with harsh discipline. Not only that, but the spirit walker heretics dare openly tread upon your blessed land." the name is spat out with vitriol, "Their banishment has been cast aside with the false belief there will be no damnation for their insolence."

Collecting themselves after a deep breath, the Draklorn continued. "The southern lands, have their own worries. Demacia's ruler has recently changed; a young king now takes to the throne as his kingdom dissolves into archaic fearmongering. But it is not the only land tumbling into war, my Queen. False Gods are rising out of the Shuriman dunes, believing their long-dead dreams of world domination are still possible while the vial Darkness unleashed on their lands continues to steadily consumes. The Noxian Empire burns every resource it has as it prepares to expand again. Even the accursed Shadow Isles reawakens from it's ocean tomb, ready to terrorise the world with it's undead army and it's King of Ruin."

There is a moment's pause for Devan to regain their breath. Dissapointment of the world weighs their tone down. "Forgive my crass words, my Lady, but the southern lands will eat themselves alive before the Watchers ever get a chance. No unity can be found between them, nor true power from their weak leaders."

#❚ rp #dolls runeterran dollhouse; lissandra #devan vc: shits fucked ma'am

[weavertali]

Continued. Taliyah and Kai'Sa ( @dolls-runeterran-dollhouse ) camp for the night.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐤𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐯𝐚𝐬𝐭, just as it had upon the sand-buried pastures and the emptied creeks of her former homeland. It was a sky of broken constellations, and she their lingering, wandering cinder. Time had not yet mended that wound, and its ever present ache echoed freely in the looming darkness.

She caught herself after her words had already flown free, wondering which wind had carried them, carried her; fear, desperation, friendship, remembrance?

As she entered her friend's tent, the slithering sounds of the Void carapace's retraction sent her heart sprinting, even though she'd learnt to anticipate them, yearned to show her friend acceptance. The eerie glow of the carapace's etches and sinews, pronounced by the tent's dimness, struck her limbs nevertheless with a terror like icy needles. The frosty sensation came with the sudden desire to run, to call out to Kai'Sa even though she was right there, but she reminded herself that she was safe, that Kai'Sa was in control. Slowly but surely then, she moved in further, doing her utmost to hide her inner struggle behind a polite, downcast mask.

As she settled down to sit beside her friend, embarrassment washed over her. How awful it was that Kai'Sa might see her jolt and cower, when she claimed to be her faithful friend. If Kai'Sa ever left her, thinking she revolted her, thinking she was better off alone-- it would crack the stone mage's heart open.

" Sorry, " she said sheepishly, reluctant to explain what for. " I'm-- glad you let me in. "

She smiled then, to wipe away her shyness, and smiled only wider as she felt the press of Kai'Sa's uncovered palm on her shoulder and heard the kindness in her question.

" I have nightmares, sometimes, " she answered. " Some nights I just wish I didn't need to sleep. And then, I go bother my camp-mates. "

A twinkle of mirth crossed her eyes, and her hand lifted to gingerly lay atop that of Kai'Sa's on her shoulder, squeezing it gently, thankfully.

" Do you ever have dreams, or nightmares? "

#weaving stone --- ic. #how you are all but a monster --- kai'sa ; dolls-runeterran-dollhouse #dollsruneterrandollhouse

[piranhasbreath]

@dolls-runeterran-dollhouse

The vastaya allowed a smirk to appear on her lips as she noticed the figure behind her. They had gone through so much in the past few... weeks? Months? Honestly she didn't really keep track. She had found in Yasuo a rare companion, one that she could rely on even if not completely. She was almost not afraid of spending so much time around the Ionian, but regardless, there was still that lingering fear.

This time, she was out to do some hunting, gathering a snack or possible snacks for the journey she would have ahead so to not put any innocent lives in danger. One of her ears turned to the side, towards Yasuo and she turned her head ever so slightly to see the swordwoman behind her.

"I thought we were past you needing to protect me, no? Or did you come to say goodbye Yasuo?" Ahri asked in a sweet tone. She was targeting the human she had been interacting with, but would not mind delaying her hunt to speak with an old friend. Not when she still needed to find a crew to take her to the Shadow Isles anyway, so she had time.

#m: nine tailed fox #dolls-runeterran-dollhouse #dollsruneterrandollhouse

[steel-and-fire]

ღ for Jhin

attraction meme

Inbox me a ‘ღ’ and I’ll rate you with the following:

Romantic attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme

Sexual attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme

Aesthetic attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme

Sensual attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme

"You're really stylish, and cute, but we havent had the best starting footing...yet, at least."

#dolls runeterran dollhouse #ic #Jhin #memes

[blackrosesmatron]

@dolls-runeterran-dollhouse from here

Her voice was finally accompanied by her body as LeBlanc surged from the shadows of Swain's study room. She sauntered her way until the Grand General's desk, sitting on the edge of it and crossing her legs.

"I'm glad to hear I haven't lost my touch~ It would be a terrible thing for my Empire if you were to ever let your guard down." She knew their ultimate goal was the same, yet, the Matron decided it was not worth sharing this with her beloved 'rival'. Swain was mortal, and eventually her body would crumble with age and her spirit would leave the realm of the living.

"How are the borders? And your current campaigns?" The smile on her dark lips never weaved or left her. She knew those informations already, just asking to see if Swain was or not willing to share them with her.

#dolls runeterran dollhouse #dolls runeterran dollhouse [swain] #V: “I am everywhere. I am everyone!” (Default verse)

[aphellos]

ezreal requests: "Phel... I ah..." Bashfully, she scratches her neck, looking around hesitantly. She'd rather not be asking anyone other than Yone, K'Sante or Alune for this. But they're not here, and she really REALLY wants to do it now, or her anxiety would just eat her alive. "Are you okay with needles? Cause... I really need help." The tears in the corner of her eyes and the white-knuckle-grip on the hem of her My Melody hoodie probably gave away how she was feeling right now. (@dolls-runeterran-dollhouse)

Sprawled out notes, scribbles and his open book gives away that Aphelios was busy with work. Or well, was at one point. He's diligently scrolling now - but it's a hard earned break, promise! Eyes flicker in a double take up to his approaching bandmate. Stress is radiating off of Ezreal, he's getting worked up just looking at her. He sits up and puts his phone down as calmly as possible with his chest tightening. A definite nod is given to her before Aphelios stands and walks around the messy coffee table. His mind went directly to something medical. Alune had something similar, but she had never asked for Aphelios' help. His hands raise and move clearly for Ezreal, determination keeping his expression focused. He hated seeing her so worried.

"I'm with you." A part of him is happy... or relieved? That he's trusted enough to help. But it's not the priority right now. And there isn't any joking around either. "Show me what to do." He finished by extending a hand out for Ezreal to take if she wanted.

#○ ic #○ ask #○ 🙏💀🤘⭐ - a 🩵 | HEARTSTEEL #dolls runeterran dollhouse; ezreal #ask to tag / #needles /

[mercless]

immediately had to make this for them <3 this is their ship template filled in of course w the help of @dolls-runeterran-dollhouse

template can be found here: [x]

#‡ ooc #‡ I'm no good with flowers | ♡ #dolls runeterran dollhouse; jhin #pov youre in a problematic t4t relationship <3