#yone windchaser

[bakudadadan]

...which way do you think he put the stickers on yone

#yone #ezreal #heartsteel #league of legends #yone windchaser #ezreal lymere #my art #sketches #shitpost #ms paint

[pitgritted]

          “ are you ... doin' alright there ? ”

                  “ yes i ... just need a moment . ”

a fun drawing based off my interaction with @windchaser &. this post right here . took quite a bit to do , haha .

full panel .

#windchaser. #𓆰ㅤ ㅤ〝 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗺𝗮’ 𝗰𝘆𝗮’ 𝘁𝗼𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗿𝗼𝘄. 〞 — 𝙾𝚄𝚃 𝙾𝙵 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 : MUN SPEAKS. #my art. #mun. #sett. #yone. #valoran town. #i am actually proud!! TRIED RLLY HARD TO MIMIC THIS STYLE AS MUCH AS I HUMANLY CAN #this took 3-4 days to complete lord help me....

[iedolon]

[ text : aphelios ] - did you draw your discord icon ? why is it like that ?

// yone cannot understand its beauty i'm afraid pls it's time to put him in a retirement home

[ sms : yone ❤️🐓 ] — do you like it i can draw you one too

[ sms : yone ❤️🐓 ] — i showed the rep that song we worked on last week and he said it’s fine for a bside “he guesses”

[ sms : yone ❤️🐓 ] — how much jail time will i get if i

[ sms : yone ❤️🐓 ] — this message has been deleted.

[ sms : yone ❤️🐓 ] — alune said to take it back so i’m just kidding i love our reps very much. they are amazing.

#windchaser #heartsteel tba. #━━ ❛ 𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐒 : inbox. #fjjddhHDBSNDBDJFBDJBDBDBDBDN #yone goes to a retirement home and phel goes to prison 🫶

[spirithunts]

sitting   across   from   her   on   set   ,   yone   looks   between   the   camera   and   ahri   before   looking   back   down   at   the   list   of   questions   that   had   been   given   to   him   .   a   brow   lifts   as   he   scans   the   following   line   ,   laugh   of   disbelief   spilling   forth   from   lips   as   he   raises   both   hand   to   chin   and   eyes   to   hers   :   ❛   how   embarrassing   …   you   probably   didn’t   expect   me   to   be   the   one   asking   you   this   question   ,   but   ——   who   is   your   favourite   heartsteel   member   ?   ❜ 

what   a   load   of   crap   ;   anyone   could   tell   the   question   for   what   it   was   ——   a   prompt   planted   to   stir   up   attention   and   speculation   between   their   respective   fanbases   .   although   he   has   full   faith   in   her   ability   to   deflect   or   answer   without   difficulty   ,   if   there   was   a   way   to   at   least   telepathically   communicate   his   own   unhappiness   and   sympathy   for   the   senior   popstar   ,   he   would   .   there   is   fatigue   in   his   bones   and   fatigue   beneath   the   polite   expression   he   shows   for   the   cameras   .   he   tilts   his   head   ,   hands   folding   neatly   before   him   as he offers good-natured chuckle .   ❛   is   it   right   for   me   to   even   guess   ?   i   think   that   everyone   in   heartsteel   brings   their   unique   merits   and   charms   to   the   table   .   ❜

» — IN CHARACTER ASKS!  

— @windchaser

The subtle smile that plays upon her lips is practiced enough to no longer seem practiced. For one who truly knew her, beyond cameras and stages, it would be noticeable that it does not reach the popstar's eyes sincerely as the camera focuses on them. Only briefly does it shine with honesty (and sympathy), softened as her blue eyes meet Yone's gaze. It wouldn't take being able to sense emotions to know he is deeply unhappy with this poor attempt at stirring rumors and potential drama. 

She knows the feeling well.

But this isn't her first time dealing with pathetic attempts at profiting from rumors — at profiting from people as if they were made to entertain, their true feelings and thoughts irrelevant. Ahri always regrets not being quite as abrasive as Evelynn, in moments like this; her friend would speak her mind and criticize the question unafraid of repercussions, truly. But it isn't the way she is, and at any rate, the popstar can't see her colleague being all too happy with it either. Yone does not seem to want to make it into something bigger than it ought to be, and they are surely in agreement on that.

 Safe as her reply might be, it would only be deemed boring if Ahri didn't deliver it right. With enough charm, it is but what the public would expect from her: not hesitant and appeasing, but earnest, perhaps even sweet. Sincere, too. She doesn't have a favorite; she knows them all too superficially for it. She does, however, appreciate their creativity and the unique talent each of them adds to the group. It reminds her of K/DA, in a way, and it's enough to make her somewhat fond of the so-called boyband.

"This is definitely a question that is harder to answer when posed by one of Heartsteel's members," The lightness of her voice is accompanied by a smile, an airy giggle following the commentary. It flows easily into the next part of her reply, casual as she shifts in her seat and tosses blonde-pink hair over her shoulders. "But you guessed right. I think each of you is uniquely talented, and the combination of your strengths is what leads Heartsteel's work to be so special. I truly couldn't answer differently when that's also how I see K/DA. When I sought the girls to form the group, I knew our different personalities and tastes would make us better, and that is also the case for Heartsteel, from what we could see of your work so far."

"Between your organization and guidance, Sett's powerful presence, Kayn's attitude, Aphelios' creative genius, K'Sante's charm, and Ezreal's brilliance you have a team full of great talents, bold and ready to show all you got. It would be impossible to pick one — I'm really just excited to see what else you guys will create together in the future." The dazzling smile that follows conceals uneasiness; she hates the implication of pressure for more work, newer content, the way everyone always expects more and more and more, even when these expectations are born of love. To repeat it to another leaves her bitter, no matter how careful in her wording she is to avoid suggesting that; it feels like just playing a part, once again, as they all have to do, to some extent, as she always despises doing, even when complying. Not anything anyone would notice — especially not with how she decided to close her answer. "Really, how could I pick only one when I hope we can gather everyone in Heartsteel and K/DA for a collab one day?"

#ahri vc: that's how you keep the public entertained while dying inside and avoiding drama #:salute: #SDIFJISADJFSIJDF #» in character — ⌜spirit huntress.⌟ #this also made me think of like #ahri and yone together on those 'celebrities answer to the most googled questions about them' or just #fan questions etc #they're just. we hate it here solidarity 🤝 #» verse — ⌜kda.⌟ #windchaser #hi mars i adore you #mwah

[ionianwanderer]

h . hey . imagine yone visiting sg yasuo in the form of a nightmare tho ... whether to taunt him or to trigger guilt

I’ve been having these weird dreams lately….

                                                                              Is any of this…. For real? 

                                     ---Or not?

He never could outrun what happened. The guilt was intrinsically a part of him, just like the First Star, just like the darkness and corruption-- all of it made him who he was. In his dreams… or rather in his nightmares, he’s thrust back into the moments he lost everything. 

And it swallows him.

Never ending darkness breaking apart and taking the form of the night sky. Specks of light, the stars coming into view all around him as colorful comets streak across inky black, chased by remnants of corruption. To snuff out light. To end this foolishness. Yasuo feels his throat tighten, as it had that day. And he panics. For what was to come-- His eyes squeeze shut, silence deafening him until he hears him.

‘Yasuo--’ Far off into the ether, nowhere to be seen. 

             ‘Yasuo!!’ Everywhere all at once, above, below, within.

'Yasuo take my hand! Please!'

His eyes widen, face to face with Yone. Desperately he reaches out only to be yanked further into the darkness-- the scene set before him falling further away. Forced to watch as his brother, with equal amounts of desperation, tries to reach back to him as the cosmic horror their team had been tasked to take down claws its way through the stars towards him. And Yasuo tries to scream, he always does-- stop stop sTOP STOP!

It happens in slow motion as tears stream down tanned cheeks. The way Yone’s expression shifts with the realization of what was to come-- both his swords manifesting into his hands with a flick of his wrists. Teeth bared as he turns to face the cosmic beast tearing through the sky. The war cry that followed froze Yasuo to the core-- guttural in a way that matches the monster oncoming for the assault.

A sudden piercing pain shoots through his stomach, from behind he hears a tongue click. Hesitant hands trace along his abdomen to find the same blades having torn through him as his gaze shifts to look down in disbelief. The most pathetic sob escapes as he breathes hard trying to make sense of anything.

“We all know it should have been you,” Yone’s voice breaks through to him, distorted-- unlike him. “Had you just listened, we wouldn't be in this mess now would we?” It’s posed with a twist of both blades, shocking Yasuo further as he helplessly tries to call out to Kaiyo to try and defend himself. But Kaiyo never comes.

“I’m afraid it’s just you and I, brother.” Yone yanks both weapons free of his kin before they dissipate, leaving him to cradle Yasuo and force his head up to watch the scene play out once more-- the same outcome as it always happened. 

The Yone he remembered-- facing the beast alone and mustering up all the power he could to do so. Burning so bright-- blinding. Like a dying star as the fight goes on, he begins to collapse. As he strikes down the entity he’s losing himself as well-- each strike another part of him burning away. Until there is nothing left of both the enemy and himself. And in his final moments, his body drops sharply back down-- gravity bringing him back and his light fading as it does so.

“I hate that part--” the distorted words float to Yasuo’s ears as he’s let go as well, following the same path as Yone. He sinks down like an anchor instantly, grief tearing further into his chest and making its home there. 

“͇͇̫̮͔ͅI̖͠t̫̜̖̮͓ ͕̠̬̰͓̝̳s̲̭̰̦͜h̰̘͇̼̩̺o̵͉̳͙͉̼u̷l̡͚d̦͘ ̷h̷͓̜̙̜̟a̠̩̲̘̹̱v̪̘͜e̳͓̲̙̬ ̝̰̮̙̖̜̜b̞̰̻͚̪͍e͞e̸̗͕̙̩n̻ ̫̫̳̩͝y̧̟o̤̳̦͍̞ú̱̭̺̭̲̠!̷̖̹̙̺͖̠̗!͈̪!̖͙̱̙͠”̙͈̭̩

The drop suddenly shakes him awake as he gasps for air, startling Kaiyo as well. He quickly chitters and searches Yasuo for the problem-- meanwhile Yasuo frantically pats at his abdomen, trying to find the injury to no avail. Everything crashes onto him at once. A sob wracks through him as he hides his face, the skull splitting headache that followed only made it worse. He holds himself, curling his knees to his chest as he cries.

It should have been him.

#asks; #drabble; #A supernova held together by regret; #windchaser #{ mars im gonna GET YOU FUCKER } #{ im so . UNWELL BRO } #{ star nemesis yone is a fucker thank you } #{ i hope this shit makes sENSE I FEEL CRAZY BC I WROTE THIS LIKE A MENACE }

[minzapinza]

League Yone is such an upgrade to Runeterra Yone...

I'm sorry but its true

#league #i'm sorry #league of legends #specifically talking about windchaser yone

[witchcraftandburialdirt]

' get in . we're going somewhere you can cool your head off . ' the radio will be turned on and there will be no words necessary between them . the radio will be turned on and on the road they will pass versions of themselves and be reminded that everything is manmade and nothing matters . the radio will be turned on and those disembodied voices will feel like the last voices on earth . the radio is on . // blegh , hands u this with me tremblin hands

═══ UNPROMPTED INTERACTIONS ═══ MODERN VERSE Song: The Night We Met - Lord Huron

'What do you mean how did I "find this number"? You're my SON, Robin! Do you have any idea how worried your mother is? Did you even think to bother giving us a phonecall?'

'No! I don't want to hear any excuses on this, do you even care? You've ignored our calls for weeks! This has really showed me how much you actually think about us, thank the lord for that information. Did you forget about Wren's graduation too-'

The melodic plucking of guitar strings seemed to wrap around Robin like a warm embrace, a familiar song that he had heard while situated in Danny's arms on their patio during a sweltering summer afternoon. He could almost hear his soft, scratchy voice singing along with the lyrics as their fingers interlocked and Danny brought the pad of his thumb over Robin's knuckles and serenaded him with a smile on his face. A smile Robin would kill to see right now- but he couldn't. Sure, Danny had only said thousands of times that if he needed him, he could always just give a phonecall. But...Robin had just fixed his collar and kissed his mouth to send him off to his office, thermos full of hot espresso, so he could go finish his story. The phonecall hadn't come until after during dinner, the voice on the other end spewing poison harsh enough to make the assistant wish he'd never touched food at all...that simmering away into nothing would be better.

He supposed that his trembling silence, highlighted by hitched breaths and sniffles, had alerted Yone that something was wrong when he had called only 30 minutes after in order to cement some chords for the next song. Robin's lie stating that his "allergies were just so bad today!" was enough to seemingly teleport the DJ to his apartment and coax him into his car. A practiced activity that they'd done too many times in life, a silent statement about how miserable life could be but... sometimes sharing misery was one of the simplest joys of life. To have someone hold you in their heart enough to swim down into the blackest pits of your soul, to sit beside you in that sadness... Perhaps this drive to nowhere was less a statement of pain and more of a statement of love. Of gentle weeping, crying over and over again "I am here. You are not alone."

I had all and then most of you Some and now none of you Take me back to the night we met I don't know what I'm supposed to do Haunted by the ghost of you Oh, take me back to the night we met....

He did not notice the warm tears dripping down his face, not until their twinkle sung of starlight when illuminated by a passing street lamp. Only did they exist within the reflection staring back at him as his hair bunched on the window he leaned on. Robin lifted his gaze slowly towards the dark sky before it settled on the painted golds and purples of twilight, which shyly peeked over the horizon as dusk quickly approached. His lids were heavy, slipping lower and lower, ready to give into rest - or perhap escape? - and relax. A caress like a ghost's kiss brought his wet eyes to open wide and shift down to the finger hooked into his. To his open phone he hadn't heard buzz with a simple "2 more hours dear, I love you." text that only made his heart want to burst with affection...how he hoped to drown in it.

I am here.

When the night was full of terrors And your eyes were filled with tears When you had not touched me yet.. Oh, take me back to the night we met.

He found enough strength, perhaps drawing it from Yone, to pick up his phone and type back that he loved him too. How excited he was to see him again, he left out that he wishes he was with him, he could cry to him later, he didn't need to scare Danny while he was at work. When he finally set his device down the world had fallen into darkness and he was quick to bring the hand opposite of Yone up to his eyes to wipe away his emotions. Minutes past as the last parts of the song fell away to leave them in a moment of silence, one that almost prompted Robin to speak and stain the quiet with his voice. He kept his mouth shut, no need to speak of anything...not when he wasn't ready to yet...

Not when the radio was on.

#ic #rp #verse: modern #windchaser #ngl this #this shit shattered my heart into pieces #god this made me so emotional #sorry i cant write anything without refering or bringing up danny LOL #yone and robinn have such a sweet friendship #the radio was on... #im in pain #god god

[deathdxnces]

[ text : irelia ] - i don't drink , but i am suddenly wishing i did .

» — TEXT MESSAGES.

— @windchaser

→ [ yone ]: that bad huh?

→ [ yone ]: do you need an excuse to get out? i can always help with that

→ [ yone ]: or just with emotional support so you don't lose your mind

#windchaser #» in character — ⌜the blade dancer.⌟ #» verse — ⌜riot records.⌟ #ksjdnfaksjdnf #irelia to yone just like 🫡

[agonizedembrace]

' i heard you were getting married . ' or maybe that had just been a rumour ? it seems like a bunch of people are getting married lately , huh . he holds off on congratulating her just in case .

she's getting married?

well... yes, she certainly wants to. she's vocalized that plenty to just about all of her inner circle now and her girlfriend's parent. even so, there's no ring to match for said desire. which then causes her to be left... confused.

"where'd you hear that from?" her voice, miraculously, doesn't crack. phone already in hand, she's desperately checking social media to see what could have possibly been posted now. if she had to guess, it is simply some fans who are... beyond daft for believing what the interviewer had asked her the other night.

and yet, she knows yone is smart enough to not believe those rumors. unless.... that friend of his told him, who he's so much more inclined to believe?

yes, someone did post in their own idiocy. another thing she'll have to clear later, to which she addresses with a sigh before placing her phone on the table. "... she hasn't asked yet," is what she says instead, chewing at the inside of her cheek. it is not that she's upset, because she wouldn't force this upon her girlfriend, but due to an inkling of guessing there's already a ring. "time hasn't been right, i suppose."

#» WHO DOES A GIRL HAVE TO KILL TO START ANOTHER RUNE WAR? ( ASK ) #windchaser #» HATE AND LOVE ARE JUST TWO WORDS FOR PASSION ( IC ) #» V. { KDA } #eve vc: dont torment me like this yone #is that 'friend' lillia? #yes #yes it is

[noxianwilled]

slides into here hELLO mel ... blows you a kiss , we haven't been following each other for very long and i aM so honoured that a blog like yours would not only be interested in my content but also stick around even through my constant bs???? it always makes me super happy when people interact with my posts and seeing you in my notifications is a huge dose of serotonin shot directly into my brain ... it makes me happy to see fellow blogs be as Normal And Well about their muses as i am about yone hehehe

— @windchaser

MARS WHAT ARE YOU SAYING??? YOUR CONTENT IS TOP TIER??? i love love love to read your thoughts about yone and your art is so good. the best yone content!! the best lilione content too!!!

you with yone 🤝 me with kata and i love that for us i love seeing sb sooo into their muse and examining every little tidbit and losing their minds at new content and what to do with my dash was already great but it still got 200% better following you 🥰

#» out of character — ⌜main sup irl.⌟ #windchaser #your yone sparks joy your love for yone sparks joy your love for lilia sparks joy i'm so glad to see you in the dash always 💖💖💖

[bakudadadan]

the reason why yone and aphelios are the only ones allowed to handle lyrics

#heartsteel #league of legends #yone #aphelios #sett #ezreal #kayn #k'sante #my art #video #shitpost #ezreal lymere #shieda kayn #yone windchaser #settrigh

[pitgritted]

he hates this moment : time’s theft of the morning after , sat amid breakfast’s trace as their casual back-and-forth stills to naught but the drone of the fridge . the silence stifles even him in his reticence — refuge sought in the taste of his now too-cold coffee before he lowers his cup back to the table . again and again : he languidly ( or as languidly as he can manage ) curls and re-curls his fingers around the handle . again and again : sett will be leaving soon and this frigid fact grips his ribs tight against his heart . instinctively does he reach for that familiar coldness of himself , the off-switch to his feelings . push through the moment : look up when you hear sett start to shift and say that it’s about time he head out . nod and stand up , leave the cup behind — leave the cup behind . walk him to the door . say your goodbyes . stick your hands in your pockets as you watch him unlock the door and — and —

he half-slams into sett’s back .

arms wrap around him and even in this moment of insanity and selfishness does he feel himself relax against the warmth of sett’s body . this warmth — this heat and this certainty of the person he holds in his arms — he wholly submerges himself , unsure and unprocessing of anything sett has to say about any of this ... unsure and unprocessing of himself and how he feels in this moment except for a faint mumble against the other’s shoulder , ❛ sett … ❜ and then even quieter , ❛ ... i’m cold . ❜

           this month’s merit full of activities &. indolent acts of attempted facial depilation could be seen from a distance that he was indeed in desperate need of a morning shave . his sideburns had become as dark as the roots of his dyed hair &. created thick patches along his jaw , hairs not omitting around his chin either . he stands before the kitchen sink , regularly threading fingers over his freshly shaven chin , almost subconsciously enamored by the fact the hairs there are now gone . there was a makeshift bandage over a nick on his cheek . sett doesn’t mind the silence ; accustomed to the early morning lack of energy . his left ear throughly &. visibly picking up on the endless hum of the fridge fitted in between the grooves of the countertops . presumably stemming from the freezer .

lowering his hand now from his chin , he grasps a small glass from the cupboard , his pinky flicking up the faucet’s handle to turn it on . he was dressed in a thick cream colored hood , barely augmenting his musculature body asides from the folds that squeezed in between his armpits &. thick biceps . a pair of loose shorts &. bandages bondage his arms up to his palms . boxing gloves lie in idle atop the table whereas yone sat opposite of it with his coffee in hand . once the glass had been comfortably filled , he drinks the water — tasting the dull coolness of it with a slight metallic taste his tongue could deduce . he swallows it down with one swig , cut up fingers peeling over the sink’s rim . a soft gravelly exhale leaves him , wrinkles slightly mounting between thick brows at the slight sting from the nick on his cheek .

there was a jolted grunt out of him then by the sudden impact to his back &. weight presses against him . his knees almost buckled in against the cabinets beneath the sink . he quickly braces his weight when his palms made a tighter grip against the sink . “ … d’uh ??? yone ? you ah … doin’ alright there ? ” his attention now fixates on the man . the soft modulated voice that caresses his ears , a sound only yone would make , would make him almost still . he doesn’t attempt movement or try to look back at them . he tries to feign several more seconds of this moment . his name is uttered shortly after .

his jaw threatens to lock in on itself as he hears this . almost tempted to keep quiet to hear them whisper more . almost as if yone was confiding in him with an important secret . sett carefully placed his glass aside , water dribbling off the complex angles of the glass &. welling into the rivulets of water that shaped the circular bottom . “ you’re … cold . maybe get a blanket ? or … ” he feels arms tighten around his torso . “ oh —- this sum’ kinda trick to keep me ‘ere , yone ? ”

#windchaser #𓆰ㅤ ㅤ〝 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝘀𝘀? 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘀. 〞 — 𝙸𝙽𝙱𝙾𝚇 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂 : MESSAGE TO THE BOSS. #𓆰 ㅤ ㅤ〝 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝘀𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲. 𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲... 〞 — 𝙸𝙽 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 : SETT THE BOSS. #answered. #sett ic. #modern verse. #Yone being clingy is such a mood

[iedolon]

@windchaser sent a letter : ❛   aphelios   ,   ❜   comes   utterance   of   other's   name   ,   weighted   in even just those four syllables .   the   doorway   ,   empty   only   a   few   seconds   ago   ,   now   frames   yone's   looming   figure   ,   appearing   as   if   summoned   from   thin   air ——   this   harbinger   of   sure   misfortune   (   though   whose   exactly   ,   was   yet   to   be   disclosed   )   .   he   steps   into   the   room   ,   extending   closed   fist   palm-up   towards   aphelios   .   the   hand   opens   ,   revealing   the   six   tiny   plastic   toy   chicks   that   he's   found   strewn   about   the   house   over   the   past   two   hours   .   ❛   ——   why   .   ❜   the   question   ,   like   the   answer   ,   is   likely   only   the   tip   of   the   iceberg  

" hm? " ━━━ innocence settles easily on his face: the way that his eyes turn up and he tilts his head, a sound pitched in seemingly genuine confusion. it's second nature, aphelios finds, the way that he so expertly evades situations just by playing ignorant. among the heartsteel members, kayn rivals the songwriter in causing just as much trouble but never successfully evades blame by making his escapes too obvious, too loud. AMATEUR. he barely looks up from his notebook where he scribbles absentminded lyrics and drawings, simply a means to appear distracted and busy. the tone of yone's voice tells all and he sees the flash of yellow in his hands, the way the plastic clinks when he extends it to him.

" me? i saw k'sante and kayn holding those. i meant to tell you. " ━━━ there's the ghost of a smile on his lips when he fails to meet yone's eyes again; it proves difficult to keep his knowing look from rising too quickly, a simmer that threatens to boil in a bout of silent laughter. so he turns his head, places his chin in his palm to brush his thumb over his lips to cover the way the corner of his mouth twitches. in favor of a response, aphelios merely hums a quiet tune to forgo a proper reply as his fingers run over the notes in his book, flipping through the dog eared pages.

his fingers are quick when he produces a sketch before sliding it to face yone. it's rough, but the image is clear: 12 chicks frozen in each cube of an ice tray. underneath are a few messy words circled with a smiley face. i saw some here, too. in case you haven't found them. i think there are 200 around the house. :)

#windchaser #━━ ❛ 𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐒 : inbox. #heartsteel tba. #he's a menace........... a goblin....... #yone will find chicks around the house and in his pockets and hidden crevices for years to come

[yunalai]

' yasuo's not here — ' wait a second . ' ... how did you get inside the house . '

Somehow, the petite diva has made herself at home.

Literally. She has a bag of chips from the pantry, found one of the weighted blankets, and is watching a movie on the TV. From the looks of it, it is likely a B-horror movie she is looking to make fun of. Without taking her eyes off the screen, she lifts one hand. A pair of keys are dangling from her delicate fingers.

"'suo gave me spares. Chips?" She offers the bowl, as though she owns the place.

#windchaser #pretty sure i don't like you (roleplay); #(( i'm so sorry yone she's awful )) #⍙ — [ true damage ]

[ionianwanderer]

' why are you not asleep ? ' filled with hypocrisy is he who is , also , still up at this ungodly hour . he hopes that yasuo's presumably sleep-addled brain won't realize this and turn the question back on him but god , who is he kidding ? - he's already preparing his response . he was definitely not up late texting lillia .

Truth be told-- he barely even heard his brother open his door. Yasuo's focus was elsewhere as it usually was, half-lidded eyes glued to the screen on his lap. How long he'd been fiddling with this project? Well he'd rather not admit that or even admit how many times he's scrapped and restarted the damned thing. It takes Yone calling his name not once, but four times before his younger sibling acknowledges his presence. To which his prize is a side eye thrown his way, a tired grimace pulling at the corners of his lips. With all his brainpower sapped by the LEDs practically blinding him at this point it's no wonder he barely even took into account Yone had been standing nearby. Eventually though he does give his brother the grace of his full attention. The spell the blue light had put him under losing its hold as he slowly shut the laptop. "I suppose I should be asking you the same thing," the words come forth quietly, strained; his blinking slow as he fends of a yawn with the back of his hand. There's a brief moment taken to stretch his arms and legs, both cracking and popping and the most embarrassing noise following after. To which he ends up slumped down in the same spot-- the couch beginning to look more and more like it'd be his bed tonight.

If he was planning on mouthing off further to Yone, that time never came. Without the blue light to keep him vaguely awake and engaged sleep had crept in quickly, resulting in only a few more nonsense words uttered under his breath (Yone swears he heard him mention the world 'girlfriend') before he was completely out.

#asks; #windchaser #ic; #TRUE DAMAGE; #mod art; #{ peeks... hi mars this took 3 years } #{ sat on this for so long bc i wanted to doodle for it and couldnt get a good enough pose w/ both of them in the image } #{ anyways... he is very eepy he is retired and needs to slep. just a little sleejing time as a treat. neebs to slek for } #{ i wish i could fit that whole copypasta in the tags lmao } #{ i should do a study of yone me thinks... to include him a lil more when u send asks i think itd be fun } #{ yasuo vc: do not throw stones... in a glass bowl... or something im eepy fuck this }

[yanlei]

[ text - usan ] : your son keeps asking for a motorcycle ...

» — ⌜ TEXT MESSAGES⌟  ,

— @windchaser

→ [ Yone ]: So he does.

→ [ Yone ]: I'm not sure he can have one without endangering himself and others. Kayn is a brilliant boy but too audacious for his own good sometimes.

→ [ Yone ]: I don't know. He has been living with you for some time, now. How is he behaving? Do you think he could handle it? I don't want to be too strict, and he is an adult, albeit a young one. But I know how well it went in the past, trusting him with more than he could handle.

#(band) mom and (actual) dad are talking about their son... #AIDFJADIJFJ #windchaser #zed writes with capitalization and punctuation and long messages #the way he and ekko text couldn't be more different.. #» in character — ⌜the master of shadows.⌟