#frejlord

[sleepingwoolf]

it's Anivia

i love playing anivia COMMISSIONS ARE OPEN (if you don't have KOFI feel free to send me a note here) Follow me here: PILLOWFORT INSTAGRAM FURAFFINITY TOYHOUSE ARTSTATION KOFI ARTFIGHT DEVIANTART TWITTER INKBUNNY INKBLOT ART ITAKU TUMBLR BLUESKY LINKTREE  

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#anivia #anivialol #leagueoflegends #lolchamp #aniviafanart #lolaniviafanart #icebird #icephoenix #frejlord #demigod #demigodanivia

[hopeaterart]

Fey, Lost Archeologist

As far as Piltover’s Adventurer’s League is concerned, Fey, a senior archeologist, died on an expedition in the Frejlord. As far as Lissandra is concerned, Fey is the latest adition to the Frostguard, having begged her to let him help after accidentally stumbling upon the frozen Watchers. He goes around the Frejlord collecting ancient artefacts for Lissandra when out of her citadel, and tells her about tidbits of history she missed when inside.

Passive: The corpses of the enemies stay on the map for him, and finding their corpse shows Fey said enemy’s location on the map. 

Q: Swings his icepick at an enemy.

W: Fey fires a bolt toward an enemy with a low percentage of the damage being True Damage. The percentage augments slightly as he levels up.

E: Ties a rope to his icepick and throws it at an enemy, dealing some damage. He can also use it to climb over walls.

R/Ultimate: Shoot an enchanted arrow that creates a pillar of true ice, stunning the opponents caught in it for a few seconds. Lasts longer as he levels up

#leagueoflegends #League of Legends #oc #my oc #league oc #frejlord #art #my art #fanart

[chemclaw]

well even more reason to pick my man up as a muse:

@noxhand

#yes yes i'm done adding muses for now #3-4 is a fair balance #muse from noxus frejlord & runeterra/bilgewater sounds good alright

[movedtoferinehuntress]

☾ *  ── 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄'𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 .

rules: list the things your muse carries in their pockets or bags in their everyday life. (optional: explain their significance.) repost, don’t reblog.

➤ Tagged by : @shimmerbeasts ➤ Tagging: @ofwaterandfire (Viktor), @decidentia (vi), @realmyths (Vi), @angelicaaster, @knightfeared (Jayce / Grayson), @knightinsourarmor (Mel or Vi), @vulpesse, @goldenfists, @couturiere, @ambrosius-goldenlion, @lashhers, @knifvd (Soraka / Luxanna), @hemomania, @heredis-sanguinis and anyone else who wants to <3

── Caitlyn's most noticeable and known item that is typically always on her person is her rifle, gifted to her by Grayson when she was hitting her teenage years. The Rifle is specialized and one of a kind, able to fold in half for easier carry as well as extending the rifle barrel forward. Caitlyn named the rifle Oathkeeper, as a promise to Grayson that she would always use the rifle to protect people. In later years, Caitlyn gets the rifle a few upgrades, including having Hextech invested in the weapon to allow for greater distance and power behind her shots, but also it allows her to use concussive shots as well as electric bullets for paralyzing takedowns. At the front is a grenade launcher, which allows her to fight electric nets or smoke bombs. She has Jinx to thank for her adaptive process as she learned she could not depend solely on bullets alone but needed to become more unpredictable with her weaponry.

── Her Pistol had been a gift from her parents, sketched with foxes upon it as their connection to Ionia and its roots. Foxes have many meanings but to the Kiramman they are spirits of the dead, keepers of life, and know to bring good omens to those who respect them. Caitlyn didn't wear her pistol all the time until the events in the undercity and her charged struggle with Jinx. Now, she always has her pistol on her hip and she is never without it. While she may or may not have her rifle on her, her pistol is ALWAYS on her side. Unfortunately, she has learned that Piltover is not as safe as it claims to be, so she refuses to ever leave her house without her pistol, which she has called Fox Song.

── Caitlyn's two blades were crafted by Jayce as a favor. She wanted a pair of weapons that were not enforcer-issued and would be slightly smaller and easier to carry. They fit into her boots, with a sheath that fits on the inside of the boot rather than the outside (she can interchange the sheath to any boot wear she wears or on a belt). These two blades are called Frostbite and Moon's Edge. The iron and steel are imported from Frejlord, known to have the strongest metal ore around. Caitlyn learned hand-to-hand combat from being at the Enforcer's Academy, so while she is far more skilled with her rifle and pistol, she can handle hand-to-hand combat and knows how to use her knives in case she needs to in a means to protect herself. These are always on her person as well, she never leaves the house without them.

── Caitlyn got her spinner rings when she was eighteen, as it helps with her stims and anxiety whenever they pop up. She typically wears them on her left or right thumb or pointer finger (she has several in her room, due to different sizes and environments) but she never fails to have one on her hand. They allow her fingers a distraction to twist and spin the center component that allows her to focus better and keeps her hands busy.

── Caitlyn has a ton of journals! In her room, there is a small dresser that is specifically for her journals. She started to write in them when she was twelve, finding it helped ease her mind to have everything on paper (think of it like a box, and her box was overflowing due to having an eidetic memory and being unable to "forget" details). She always has spare ones on hand, so that if one gets full she just grabs a new one. Each journal is leather bound and has a pen with it. She will never go without a journal, because while she has an eidetic memory, she finds it a lot easier to organize her thoughts and memories into a journal to see them visually (though she can visually map out everything in her head as well).

── Caitlyn's fluorite necklace was given to her by Jayce on her twelve birthday. Jayce and Caitlyn both have a love for rocks and gemstones, so when he found one of purple and blue, he immediately thought of Caitlyn and got it placed on a silver chain and gifted to her. She often wears the necklace daily and only takes it off if she is going to a fancy occasion (and the necklace doesn't fit the outfit she is wearing) or if she needs to remove it. Most of the time, though, she always has it around her neck. She likes to twist it between her fingers, another object she use to deal with her fidgety hands.

#[muse] caitlyn — games.

[melmedarda]

MARCH. O1

The universe in which they had both existed, she had died and in truth, it was no one’s fault but his own. He knows this, but he is also aware of the weight of reality. He cannot live without Mel. There is no era of magic without her, and despite his popularity and power, Jayce finds that life has lost its luster. There is nothing here for him but a horrible, gaping emptiness where love once lived.

Ezreal finds him on the edge of the yawning abyss, and saves him as Viktor once had. Only, this is not Ezreal. This is not the Ezreal he knows, suited up in some strange creation that reminds him too much of Zaun, of shimmer, and dead children. Yet, this Ezreal’s eyes and his manners are the very same. I’m not from this timeline, Ezreal tells him. He explains to Jayce the multiverse, the passage of space, time, and reality, and how in every future, there exists a version of them. “Your sister, Caitlyn, hunts me down timelines, though she can never catch me.” Ezreal laughs as he says it, sitting leisurely beside Jayce at the edge of the building as if he belongs there.

“How can you be here, if you are not the Ezreal I know? How can you talk to me so easily as if you and I are not strangers?” Jayce asks, incredulous at the mention of Caitlyn.

“Because,” Ezreal sighs, looking out at a glittering Piltover despite its scar, “there are people who’s souls we would know anywhere, whom I would be friends with in every timeline. You are one of them.” A Jayce says nothing else as they watch the sun fall on the marble of Piltover, because somewhere in his heart, he understand. Somewhere in the folds of reality, it makes sense to him.

“Show me how,” Jayce entreats Ezreal later, when the two of them are wandering through the Lanes in search of Ekko. Jayce needs to find her, in the past, in the future, in a different universe, if he must. To be without her is to be without air. He is breathless by his own doing.

“There is a possibility,” Ezreal begins, face uncharacteristically somber, “that fate meant for her to die. It is possible that in very timeline, she belongs to the Wolf and the Lamb, and not to you.”

“We all come to Kindred one day,” Jayce tells him, clenching his fists at his side. “I just need more time.” He needs an eternity with Mel.

“She may not love you, in these other universes, Jayce. Or perhaps she may love that timeline’s version of you, or even worse, she may love someone else completely. And if you see her, won’t your heartbreak worsen? Knowing that she isn’t yours?” The air smells of charred dreams and vivid spices as Jayce inhales, and he knows the possibilities but hope refuses to give up, and so Jayce does not give up. “No matter what, I must see her alive. Only then can I continue to live.”

He jumps from timeline to timeline to see her. The suit Ekko and Ezreal help him craft tears through the fabric of of time, the very essence of worlds with little thought. It is exhilarating in a way Jayce has never experienced, and he finds himself in different Piltover’s, different Frejlord’s, different Ionia’s, some of them savage, all of them beautiful. He sees Caitlyn too, and sometimes, there are versions of her that are suited, just as he is, but armed with a plasma gun. He does not allow her to see his face as she calls him fugitive across the years.

Time passes strangely in the suit and the strangeness of it is reflected across other timelines. Or perhaps he is the anomaly; he has not consulted Ezreal on the matter. The first time Jayce sees Mel, he watches her grow up and meet another version of himself. They do fall in love, and Jayce leaves that strand of time, knowing that at least they are happy. In some strands, the two of them do not meet at all. More often than not, they are on opposing sides, and it feels like the timeline Jayce came from is a one off, a fluke of fate that allowed them to be together for the moments they were. It makes him bitter.

He jumps from timeline to timeline to save her. In other strands of time, she is already gone, or he is already gone, and in those strands, he spends his time keeping her in his line of sight, making sure that she lives. He makes it a point never to interact with her. Part of him feels that she may not love him again; the other part is sure the two of them will fall in love with the other once more, and when fate sees it, she will be taken away from him once again. He cannot survive a separation such as this.

Thus, he watches her live her many lifetimes, none of her the same Mel he first loved, and yet she remains unchanged. In one she is a warlord, wreaking havoc across the continent at her mother’s side. In another, she is a queen, in yet another, she a dancer, a painter, a wife, a killer. And Jayce, he finds that he longs for her still, even when she is bloody, even when she is in the arms of another man.

He loves her across timelines, in his dreams where their souls touch, and in his waking hours, when he feels the phantom of her memory moving beneath his skin. He loves her until the Kindred comes for him.

#meljay #luminare writes #drabble: march series #in the future i may come back to this #pulsefire au #mel medarda #jayce talis

[blood-starved-beast]

- “I don’t think answering this first question would actually benefit you, so I’m not gonna do it.” WHAT DOES THIS MEAN

Also  does this mean Noxus - Ionia conflict??? Frejlord also good (especially Sejuani as protagonist let’s go)

EDIT: Also

Gradual transitioning to other regions confirmed??

#arcane #Arcane reddit Q/A

[knifvd]

@arcanescion asked : when was the last time someone held you? - Luxanna

                                  𝙍𝘼𝙉𝘿𝙊𝙈 𝘿𝙄𝘼𝙇𝙊𝙂𝙐𝙀. 𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙚𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜!

           LIGHT  FREEZES  at  the  other's  question  ,   blood  running  cold  .   so  innocent   :   a  question  to  be  so  easily  asked  ,  and  yet  ,  luxanna  freezes  ,  like  shot  with  something  imbued  straight  from  frejlord  .  the  darkness  of  NIGHTTIME  seems  to  envelope  the  two  in  dark  haired  woman's  BED  ,  and  even  with  her  breath  most  nearly  on  top  of  her  own  ;  demacian  is  still  frozen  in  time  .    (     such  a  stupid  thing  for  you  to  INDULGE  in   ;  you  know  it  in  your  blood  .   your  mother's  eyes  may  not  burn  holes  into  you  now  ,  because  you've  been  sharing  beds  with  CAITLYN  since  you  were  children  ,  but  you  know  it  ,  you  know  it  ,  your  mother  would  despise  every  inch  of  you  if  she  KNEW   .  if  she  knew  the  laughter  went  a  little  bit  more  than  just  shallow  giggles   :  stolen  glances  from  across  the  room  while  studying  more  like  studying  her  features  to  memorize  it  for  a  sketchbook  you'll  hide  under  your  pillow  ,  you  know  it  ,  she'd  hate  you  as  much  as  she  would  for  the  LIGHT  that  comes  within  you  .  you're  an  abomination  of  a  CHILD  ,  and  everytime  you  lie  next  to  the  one  you'd  trust  with  your  life  ,  you're  reminded  why  you  shouldn't  .   have  you  been  held  before  ?

             it  should've  been  with  the  one  in  front  of  you  .     )

           she  shifts  under  the  covers  with  a  SINKING  feeling  in  her  stomach  ,  pulls  them  up  to  her  chin  ,   and  shiver  runs  down  her  spine  .  tries  not  to  focus  on  the  thought  of  the  hands  she's  felt  on  her  BEFORE  ,   but  fails  miserably  .  WANTS  NOTHING  more  than  to  sidle  closer  to  the  other   ,  brave  pinky  to  reach  out  to  the  other's  open  hand  ,   but  as  if  ,  lit  on  FIRE  ,  zips  away  back  to  the  safety  of  her  own  nightgown  .   

           SHE'S  COLDER  than  lux  expected  .

           (     ❛       you're  quite  warm  ,  LUXANNA   ,      ❜     sylas  remarks  ,  and  you  feel  yourself  run  even  hotter  ,  as  you  try  to  ignore  THE  CUFFS  he  adorns  ;  but  you  fail .   even  with  his  cold  skin  against  yours  ,  the  radiating  heat  from  the  chains  and  handcuffs  seems  to  make  you  more  DROWSY  by  the  minute  ,  even  when  wrapped  in  embrace  with  the  OTHER  ,   petricite  laughing  at  the  two  of  you  struggling  to  stay  awake  .  stay  alive  .   

                ❛     it's  probably  'cause  of  ...  the  books  ...  help  ...  light   ...      ❜     THE  WORDS  make  sense  in  your  brain  ,   but  as  you  drift�� off  against  his  shoulders  ,  you  can  hear  him  LAUGH  ,   and  tease  at  the  way  you  struggle  to  make  words  :  even  if  he  sounds  just  as  tired  as  you  do  .   he  pulls  you  closer  ,  and  chuckles  once  more  ,  and  you  think  you'd  do  anything  to  hear  him  do  that  for  the  rest  of  your  life  .   

                ❛     never  change  ,   little  light  .  never  change  .      ❜      )

            oh  ,   tragedy  girl  she  is  :   to  only  have  been  held  by  the  one  who  had  nothing  but  KNIFE  to  her  back  .  blue  eyes  to  trace  the  dark  outline  of  the  other's  countenance  ,  if  only  illuminated  by  the  moonlight  that  shines  in  through  one  of  the  windows  in  her  bedroom  .   luxanna  memorizes  caitlyn's  face ,   as  if  she  is  the  only  reason  that  she  even  comes  to  these  "diplomatic"  trips  anymore  .  she  looks  ,  she  memorizes  ,  she  loves  .

          it  should've  been  caitlyn  .  even  if  her  mother  hated  her  for  the  rest  of  her  life  .  even  if  she  looked  at  her  like  she  were  no  more  than  the  scum  on  the  bottom  of  her  shoe  for  the  jester  to  scrape  up  after  every  outing  .  even  if  her  mother  hated  her  twice  over  because  of  it  .  it  should've  been  caitlyn  .  it  should've  been  caitlyn  .

          she  looks  ,  she  memorizes  ,  she  loves  .   she  remembers  .  she  remembers  the  petricite  cuffs  ,  his  LAUGHTER  ,  and  she's  not  sure  where  his  laughter  ends  and  where  the  cries  and  screams  for  mercy  and  help  from  her  people  begin  .   she  looks  ,  she  memorizes  ,  she  loves  .  it  should've  been caitlyn  .

         she  looks  ,  she  memorizes  ,  she  loves  &  she  grieves  . 

         LUXANNA  blinks  ,  and  offers  a  small  sigh  .         ❛      i  dunno  .   maybe  when  mama  first  held  me  after  i  was  born  ,      ❜     but  even  to  herself  ,  voice  sounds  hollow  .  so  instead  ,  she  does  it  one  more  time   (   she  looks  ,  she  memorizes  ,  she  loves  ,  and  she  grieves  )  ,   before  rolling  over  ,  letting  her  back  face  the  other  . 

         the  sooner  she  falls  asleep  ,  the  better  .  maybe  that'll  get  rid  of  the  tight  pain  in  her  chest  .          ❛     night  ,   cait  .      ❜      

#arcanescion #luxanna ‚ ic. #homophobia / #blood / #toxic relationship / #manipulation / #ask to tag !! #i'll do a tag for them tmrrw bc i dont have google docs on my ipad so im just copy pasting the character tag from the browser <3 #anyways enjoy the angst

[letterstojori]

7.16

Dear Jori,

Oof. I was playing League with my friend Kevin Nguyen. Yes, I have a friend named Kevin Nguyen. Two friends actually. Anyway, he invited me to play an ARAM which honestly I haven’t played in months. And I was just playing whatever it gave me until game 3 I was playing Blitz and then the recommended item Heartsteel came up and it was like a small sad punch in the gut. I know I said usually the memories are happy but it caught me so off guard. Cause I was like what mythic do I build? Wait Hearsteel why is that so familiar and then I remembered. That’s what we were playing around so much with league. And then I thought what if we never play league together again and that just made me a little sad.

Watched Frejlord cup and spent the last two days recovering from BTSM. Where have you been? It’s been 3 weeks since your last stream. And you don’t game anymore :(

Hope ur okay.

-bearbear

[suteiishiii]

TFT Targon Frejlord

Tft set 9

Patch 13.13

#teamfight tactics #strategy games #music #league of legends #tft mobile

[arcanescionmoved]

⌜ ♥ @independentzaun ⌟ ―― Caitlyn Headcanons ► “DAMN.” Questions = ❝ GOD. -Does your muse believe in a god? If so, describe it. ❞

What a curious little question. Caitlyn glanced over to Melis, as they walked along the park walkway, some birds chirping in the trees as she reached up to brush some of her blue hair behind her ear. "I do not believe in a god, per se. See, my family comes from a long tradition of honoring and respecting our ancestors and praying to them for protection from our guardian animal spirits," Caitlyn explained as she spotted a dog playing ball with its owner, happily dodging left to right as if not wanting to let go of their toy just yet.

"We have two guardian spirits I often might ask for guidance from. My father has told me of the spirits that our family often sought guidance from. The foxes are spiritual keepers of the family, often providing guidance through dreams and leading down safe paths. They ward off danger and demons and give peace to a soul. If I have questions about actions or if I need help in awareness or surroundings, I might give a small prayer to the fox spirit to help me see what might be unseen," Caitlyn said as she moved to sit down on the bench and patted at it for Melis to join her.

"The second spirit we worship is a spirit of Windfarers. My father said our family once worked alongside Windfarers, powerful creatures of compassion yet fierce valor. The spirit often provides comfort in understanding the process of death and rebirth, the purpose of aggression and power, and not fear of the darkness. If I'm struggling when I feel alone or if fear creeps up into the crevice of my mind, I can pray to our spirit guardian, Valoria, to help focus on reclaiming my strength and power," Caitlyn crossed her legs as her hands folded around her knee and glanced up at the sky.

"I know there are gods out there, beings of higher power. Jayce had told me of some from Frejlord, but I don't believe that praying to a god means my prayers or hopes will be answered; we have to take action into our own hands and not inaction through prayer. Praying to our spirit guides does not grant us power either. For us, it's a form of honoring our connections and seeking power for ourselves. Our ancestors guardians are ways of finding our inner purpose, our strength within ourselves. They teach us that our strength and power are within our souls, guided by our ancestors and our spirit guides who become a part of us by being one with our family," Caitlyn spoke quietly and then looked over to Melis with a smile.

"I do hope I explained it well enough to understand,"

#independentzaun #[muse] caitlyn — interactions. #[muse] caitlyn — answers.

[homietaur]

Frejlord demigods>>>>>

#anivia qnd ornn my beloved #volie is there i supposes...

[mthmilk]

porcelain lissandra <3

cr. Lunar Revel Cinematic

League of Legends

#lissandra #ice queen #frejlord #lunar revel #ezreal #lux #luxanna crownguard #amumu #porcelain #porcelain skins #porcelain ezreal

[hopeaterart]

Straal, the Darkin Child

One of the Ancient Darkins, Straal was a powerful mage who stayed by Aatrox’s side. Sealed inside of their spear at the end of the Darkin War, their weapon would eventually find itself in the Frejlord, where it would come into contact with True Ice. Taking a hold of the ancient, endless magic contained within it, Straal was able to use it to fashion themself a body approximating their original form and fly back to Shurima. Unable to maintain their preferred adult form for long, Straal most often than not stays in a ‘compressed’ form ressembling a toddler, which has a fortunate side-effect of keeping the nightmares in their head at bay. Currently working with Xerath.

Passive: Absorbs ambient magic, gifting them an auto-heal

Q: Jabs their spear in a certain direction. If it hits an enemy, it does some pushback

W: Flies in short bursts, giving them some speed and allowing them to bypass some hard terrains and walls

E: Throws a small fireball that inflicts continuous damage that lasts longer depending on the level

R/Ultimate: Grows to adulthood and full strength, gaining a massive bonus stat on everything. This comes at the price of their endurance. Killing enemies and leveling up causes it to last longer.

#leagueoflegends #League of Legends #oc #my OC #league oc #shurima #darkin #art #my art #fanart

[summonersofruneterra]

10 Years of Runeterra - Zeyu Ren

#league of legends #lol #league #sofr #piltover #ixtal #noxus #frejlord #ionia #bandle city #shadow isles #bilgewater #shurima #targon

[movedtoferinehuntress]

[ Headcanon ] WEAPON NAMES .

Caitlyn's weapons all have personal names to them based on when and how she got them.

OATHKEEPER: As her rifle comes from Grayson, much of her lessons come from the pseudo-mother figure. Grayson taught her the importance of protecting people and using the weapon as an extension of that. So Caitlyn named her Rifle Oathkeeper, a promise to Grayson to keep her promise to protect people with it.

FOX SONG: Her Pistol was gifted by her parents, though much of its appearance is inspired by her Ionian roots. Due to the kitsune on the side of the barrel and the stories of her father about foxes and their connection to the afterlife, Caitlyn has named her pistol Fox Song. Foxes for the Kiramman's are protections and guardians, and it is what Caitlyn wants to be, but they are also the keepers of the afterlife.

FROSTBITE & MOON'S EDGE: Two Damascus blades, crafted in the aspect of the moon, are named because of their connection to the moon and the cold iron imported from Frejlord. Both knives are crafted for protecting Caitlyn specifically and are known for their bite and sharp edge. In some ways, the knives also reflect Caitlyn's own "bite" and affinity to the moon.

#[muse] caitlyn — headcanons.

[grrnele]

"...Ik langer tapt, de fjellmedn, Ornn"

#ornn #fire below the mountain #mountainsmith #ram #sheep #horns #frejlord #league of legends #fire #molten #smith #smithing #fluffy #foofy #toplaner #tank