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i think it's a very interesting aspect of her character that ashe herself doesn't believe fate or that she is avarosa reborn but at the same time she's not above using that belief she knows others have to make herself heard and achieve her goal to unite the freljord. if they need her to be avarosa for them she'll be avarosa for them, even if she doesn't genuinely think she is.

i always think it's also interesting in regards to her relationship with tryndamere considering he believes it — knowing she doesn't, because there's nothing i think she'd hide from him. not that he doesn't love her for who she is or that he doesn't believe her regardless of who she might have been before, but the fact the three sisters are revered as divinities and the idea of being married to someone who is. that.

#» out of character — ⌜ex main sup irl.⌟ #the worship element of it............. #including when it comes to [REDACTED] IJSDFIADJF #but yeah i think ashe's relationship with what she spposedly is is so interesting bc #i think having characters genuinely believe they are The Chosen or refusing to be is how it usually goes #and she embraces it as something to be exploited despite not believing it #one could consider it a flaw even considering she's using that belief to achieve her goal #i just think she's neat

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thinking about ashe........

#» out of character — ⌜ex main sup irl.⌟ #thinking about her in still here.. #have you ever seen a woman

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I want them comfortably married and happy and bickering over their morning beverages and also I want them to fuck nasty on the living room floor because they can't wait another second

#hi mars jokes on you I saw it like half an hour later #jahdjshdisjdnw #nsfw cw #» dynamics — ⌜tryndamere: you're home now.⌟

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rewatched still here. am unwell again

#» out of character — ⌜ex main sup irl.⌟ #biting my arm off i love ashe

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idk it's some spicies

ashe is very patient and controlled. don't play 'let's tease each other and see who gives in first' with her; you'll lose.

she, on the other hand, very much enjoys taking her time. big on edging

she enjoys the teasing and control combo in general. stuff like making her lover watch until she says they can touch or generally deciding what the other can or can't do to her and to themselves

doesn't tend to be submissive. could be, maybe, depending on the partner. but even in canon and with tryndamere who she loves and trusts completely, that's still not a given. she just enjoys it more to be on the dominant side of things

that doesn't mean she's always controling. sometimes (a lot of the time!) it's nice to just. let things happen and see how it goes.

she's very affectionate though... lots of loving touches and kisses during plus cuddling after

#» out of character — ⌜ex main sup irl.⌟ #nsfw cw #idk... random unassorted not proof read spicy hcs #bye

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kinda silly..

#whenever i post stuff i clipped from league the quality is shit but #sad i don't have han's reaction bc the 'mel gaming' was said so excitedly it made me happy #SDIFJAIDSJF #» out of character — ⌜ex main sup irl.⌟ #one day i'll be a good ashe player.. (won't happen)

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i think ashe is the only muse i don't have a music verse for bc i just said ocean song would be her modern verse but. musicverse ashe...

#» out of character — ⌜ex main sup irl.⌟ #tbd.

[warmothered]

utterly   soaked   does   the   defeated   duelist   come   to   her   with   tail   tucked   between   his   legs   ,   gaze   fixed   on   the   foam   helmet   arms   hug   in   front   .   he   stops   before   where   she   reclines   in   now   twice-disturbed   calm   ,   and   after   a   few   empty   seconds   that   he   hopes   she   will   fill   (   she   does   not   )   ,   tryndamere   raises   his   eyes   slowly   .   ❛   wifey   …   ❜ - trynd

❝ Don't even start, ❞ There is no harshness in her voice, but neither is there softness in her demeanor. The look Ashe gives her husband is utterly unimpressed, not with his defeat — which, all things considered, she finds fitting — but with his antics, and the eagerness with which he had sought to duel against Fiora.

❝ I know exactly what you're trying to do. ❞ The attempt at demure behavior is more endearing than she wishes to admit, even knowing it is purposeful. Tryndamere expects it will appease her.

Regretfully, it does, reluctant as Ashe might be to admit it.

A heavy sigh, as she reclines again after sitting up, disturbed by the commotion caused by his duel. The pleading look in his eyes disarms her completely, though, and Ashe finally gives in to him. ❝ Okay, fine. Come here. ❞ Softened gaze upon him, her lips curl into a subtle half-smile, tinged with the teasing tone of her next words. ❝ But for the record, I think you deserved to lose, my love. ❞

#» in character — ⌜warmother.⌟ #mars here with his sad little men (he is not sad he is trying to appease his wife with puppy eyes but shh).. #» verse — ⌜modern.⌟

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she looks so done

#i forgor ashe is in the bg of pool party fiora #looking like this #DFMSAFMA #» out of character — ⌜ex main sup irl.⌟

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Ashe imagined the sight of the scorched huts again, the screams of her people dying in agony, and her fury ignited. 

and

Eyes welled up with fury, Ashe reached for the axe. She would take Hildhur’s head, as a warning to any who would—

and the fact she gets so angry she just doesn't show it and manages to clear her head/control the anger which in no way means she doesn't feel it because she does and very intensely at that, even if no one would guess because of the way she doesn't express it.

#» out of character — ⌜ex main sup irl.⌟ #i still have ashe on the brain...... #wah i love her

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» — >  ⌜ WHERE DO YOU HOLD YOUR LOVE?⌟ 

in your heart

you hold your love in your heart. love is intrinsic, inevitable, love is the beating core of everything; love is also hard to talk about. your love comes out with more rareness, mostly shows up for the big things in a big way - this doesn't mean it doesn't beat for the small stuff, you feel it all, in fact you feel it more intensely than most which is why it's so hard to get out. you hold your love inside you because it matters, it might be the only thing that does.

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#» out of character — ⌜ex main sup irl.⌟ #dash games tbt. #the whole 'feels everything intensely but has difficulty showing it' is quite fitting imo #although i think it's the opposite in that she'd show it in the small ways not the big ones

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what does a day in ashe's life look like ? is there any routine ? or maybe more vaguely , how does she spend her free time !

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i think it depends on the day but there are some things she probably has to do daily when it comes to her duties and stuff. as warmother she leads her people into battle, but ashe is also their leader and ruler in general. this means she has to make decisions concerning stuff from protecting those of her people who aren't fighters to ensuring there's food for everyone or settling disputes between the different tribes that joined the avarosans.

i imagine daily, or almost every day, ashe would have to set apart some amount of time to basically hold court. tryndamere's short story shows him doing so in her absence, but yeah, basically to listen to any petitioners and decide how to best settle the problems they bring to her. in case she can't do it for whatever reason, that's a daily duty that falls to tryndamere, as the only other person she'd entrust with the power to make decisions in her stead.

hers is a really large tribe, by now; sejuani says at its peak she led thousands in the winter's claw, and the avarosans are in even greater numbers. ashe can't oversee everything personally, but i also think she's the type to be meticulous and want to ensure everything is running smoothly from up close, so i do think she'd make it a habit to meet with those in charge of different areas to hear about any progress or concern. for example, if there's someone in charge of supplies, she'll talk to them frequently to know what's working and what isn't. this way, if there are issues, she can deal with solving them as soon as possible.

so a lot of her time is occupied with leading and all that it entails, mostly the administrative part of things. i think she always wakes up early and starts to work early, and i think there's an established hour she'd open the hall to petitioners and an established time to stop. i also think ashe frequently joins the hunting parties. food is essential to survival, and as warmother she is expected to feed her people. the avarosans also cultivate the land, but hunting would nevertheless be an important source of food — and the one ashe herself is more apt to help with.

when it comes to free time, it varies. it's said vikings enjoyed board games and something akin to chess, and the freljord being so based on them, i like the idea they'd have board games too (also seems. to make sense with having to entertain themselves while staying inside when the weather keeps them inside). additionally, i'd assume oral tradition is pretty strong — most notably with the notai and their music and stories, but to some extent prevalent in other tribes as a way to pass down knowledge and keep stories and traditions alive in a people that was mostly nomadic or semi nomadic and wouldn't be carrying books around; and i say that because i think be it in song or tale, ashe would enjoy listening to storytellers or bards or whatever it is they'd be called.

alternatively, i think she'd also enjoy telling stories. warmother or not i can easily picture her with a bunch of kids from the tribe telling them the stories her tribe used to tell (or even! stories about them! i'm sure people would ask for tales of grena's deeds, but i'm also sure ashe would tell about any significant deeds from anyone she grew up around and keep their memory alive in that way as well). this is just a sidenote but i also just think she'd be good with kids.

when it's possible, she also enjoys being outdoors. sailing down rivers, swimming if the temperatures allow, staying outside to stargaze... not that the telling stories part of things wouldn't also be enjoyed outdoors because i think it would. oh and she'd also enjoy the occasional drink and drinking game. 'tis the way it is.

#» out of character — ⌜ex main sup irl.⌟ #» character study — ⌜i am the bow.⌟ #i hope this isn't............ too vague....... #jnfkjdfnkjfn #me putting all my a song of ice and fire knowledge to use to picture what ruling would look like for her........... DIFASJFJFIF #thought about her telling stories about her dads and them too being remembered bc of that and got a little emotional #wah uashuahs

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beep beep how’s my portrayal ?

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❝ not one person is more important to me than you . ❞ - trynd

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To be a warmother is not a privilege to be enjoyed. It is a duty, and it entails many things, all that can be reduced to one fundamental truth: those sworn to her are her responsibility. They are hers to command and to protect, her choices often meaning life or death to her followers. They follow her knowing she is no coward who would hide and send others to die for her. They fight knowing their warmother will be in the field with them, and give her life for theirs, if need be.

Being an archer meant a greater distance was kept between her and their enemies, but there was no avoiding the thick of battle at times. Often, Ashe would work alongside Tryndamere in a perfectly balanced act of close combat and ranged shooting that made their skills even more formidable than they would be on their own. It became the usual, whenever they are in the field together; and it never fails — except, of course, when it does.

In the heat of battle, she cannot tell how exactly they get separated; only that they do. It is but for a few minutes; enough time to notice it, but not to remedy that before the enemy closes in on her. Ashe has the time to shoot three of them, a fourth hit with the bow, a fifth stabbed with an arrow. The sixth gets to her, however, with a true ice spear that manages to graze the skin by the side of her ribs despite the leather that protects her. Ashe misses his throat amidst the convoluted moving of a fight that is both too close and not enough ( not close enough she can just hit him like the others, the spear giving him some distance advantage; too close for her to be able to aim and shoot properly without being hit ). She manages to pierce a leg and an arm with her crystal arrows; still, it is not enough to avoid the puncture of his weapon on her shoulder, the cold that spreads from it making it difficult to move her arm.

Ashe has the time to parry another attack with her bow, using the opening to hit her adversary's head with it. A slash to her thigh, however, cannot be avoided before her husband gets to him, a display of fiery fury so intense it scatters most of Sejuani's forces or leaves them open long enough for the Avarosans to take the upper hand. His rage is legendary as is, and this is it displayed at its most raw: the inherent anger, made vicious with the instinct to protect and the fury directed at any who had harmed Ashe.

The battle ends soon after. Back in her tent, a healer does their best to tend to her wounds, but even magic cannot heal everything at once.

Ashe doesn't say anything, but she can see it in the worried look that is not subdued until the healer is done, in the guilt that shines behind it, as if to claim this was his fault. He thinks he failed her; she is baffled the man who fought the hardest for her would still feel the mistake had been his.

Why would he of all people, he who defended her in the end, feel he failed her?

It is only when they're alone that he speaks, the answer to the question Ashe had not voiced presented as a simple truth: ❝ Not one person is more important to me than you. ❞

❝ As you are to me, ❞ She replies, lifting the hand in her uninjured side to cup his cheek, thumb caressing his face. Blue eyes gaze upon Tryndamere with a softness that marks her words as true: it is a look that is for him alone. Her strength is for all to see, for her people to rely on, her mercy to be their example; this kind of tenderness is for him alone.

❝ This wasn't your fault, ❞ Said with a finality that allowed no argument, for she refused to hear it. Nothing he could say would convince her otherwise, and Ashe would not have Tryndamere thinking that at all if she could help it. ❝ It wasn't. You were the one who protected me in the end, my love. That's not failing me in any way. ❞

❝ I was barely wounded at all. ❞ Both hands reach for one of his, despite the icy pain that lingers from her wound. Ashe braves it without showing any strain; she had faced worse. The hand she holds is led to her, palm placed above her heart: strong, beating, a song with a single soothing verse — I'm here. You're not going to lose me. ❝ The Wolf will have to fight far harder than that to claim me. They can't take me from your side. ❞

#» in character — ⌜warmother.⌟ #this isn't good but. thinking about them..

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There's curiosity in her gaze as she watches the young one, lost in thought, and awaits his reply. Alone does not describe accurately how he is, not with Willump by his side; yet no tribe was made of only two, and formidable though they might be (as she knows they are, having seen them in action), concern tinges her feelings as well.

She knows what it's like to be alone, and she wouldn't wish it upon anyone.

❝ I'm glad you're both fine, then. ❞ A rare smile crosses her lips; underestimating the pair of heroes would be a grave mistake. The Freljord was a hard land, and it bred resilient people; their young ones were no exception to that.

Curious gaze falls upon the yeti, then, rarest sight that he is. Ashe cannot help but be intrigued by the easy understanding between the two, though it takes no special bond to discern the impatience in Willump's grumble.

❝ I'm Ashe of the Avarosan, ❞ An introduction she didn't often have to make; most heard of her before they sought her people. Most sought her only to make their judgment on whether or not the rumors were true: Avarosa reborn wielding the same weapon as ages ago with the ease of one who was the bow, more than just one who wielded it. ❝ It's a pleasure to meet you, Nunu — and you, Willump. I hope there's something we can offer to make you more comfortable as well...? ❞

Gesturing for them to follow, she leads the way back to her people's camp, temporary settlement to protect those who were not warriors themselves in the journey south. Winter approached, harsher than ever before; their best option for survival was to be away from the far north. Together, most of all; life in the Freljord was one of community. They relied on each other for sustenance, protection, warmth. ❝ Where is the rest of your tribe, Nunu? ❞ A glance, soft as her voice as she speaks. ❝ Even heroes ought to have one, mhm? ❞

only as a last resort do the pair resort to violence ( coppery iron, thick in the air ... heavy is its weight upon little shoulders ) in spite of tundra - born origin: the notai, peaceful embouchure for gods forgotten, the yeti of a whimsy corrupted in feral remnants of his kin. still, in defense have they fought alongside avarosa herself — @warmothered ( cont. ) must be, a woman deified, the guardian mother.

this is not their first encounter with any number of frostguard ... lissandra once his mentor, answers sought of his mother's heartsong. but this is certainly the first in which their presence was accompanied by that of the land's numen. thought consumes him, body frozen in winter.

willump croons. nunu blinks now once, twice, and she is no longer the ancient drawing upon a wall, but simply a warrior. how odd ... " uh huh ! " comes eager affirmation, an edge of tentative curiosity coloring tone. a bow of true ice at her side, legend solidified. an iceborn, siblings by warrior's blood, but certainly not the soundless ... " um, i'm feeling okay. how about you, willump ? " beast huffs its response, maw parting in quiet groan. " he's okay too. we're heroes: it'll take a lot more than that to take us down ! " still, yeti's grumble indicates he has little patience for play, not now.

" alright, alright, sheesh. i'm nunu, and this is my best friend willump. and we'd be honored to join your tribe for food, warmother, 'cause we're pretty hungry. well, i am, willump doesn't really eat people food ... oh yeah, what tribe are you from ? "

#of course! it's totally ok <3 #oh wow you got me thinking about what that'd be like for willump.. having fought alongside avarosa and all #c': #also #they'll end up being invited to be part of the 'not permanently with the avarosans but always welcome there' club alongside braum and graga #ksjdnsadkjnf #welcome to stay! or just to come back from time to time if they so wish.. it's definitely how i feel this would go #» in character — ⌜warmother.⌟

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His words should not stick with her after so long, knowing what he was and who he served, knowing what he did. Yet just as they echoed within her mind the very first time Ashe had picked up the bow, they do so now, as her grip around it tightens, feeling the witch's gaze more than anything. The ice is not pain, it is surrender. Her words, if Ashe would have to guess; but words that ring true, nonetheless, as the chill of True Ice sharpens her focus with its intensity.

When she looks upon the much taller form of the other, ice shifting constantly around her, Ashe wonders if the woman had always been like this; bitter and cruel and too committed to her secrets to care for how her actions affected others. It is all she can see when gazing upon Lissandra; all that she is allowed to, perhaps. One thing she knows for certain: this isn't a kindness. There is no concern behind those words. The witch cares for no one but herself.

❝ You didn't seem very concerned with sparing me the pain or my people their lives when you sent your Draklorn to kill us all. ❞ Despite the cold in her voice and neutrality in her expression, within her rage is difficult to contain. The Avarosans are many, now, the largest tribe in numbers — but Ashe recalls vividly how it had been when she was the only one. The betrayal happened years ago, but it didn't matter; she would not forget. Not now, not ever.

And she would not forgive, either.

❝ If I'm just a lost little girl, why is your guard up? ❞ A dangerous game to be playing, she knows well; though turning her back at Lissandra's behest feels too much like bitter failure for her to simply agree with it. There is more to it, too, concealed behind warnings and veiled threats; there has to be. The witch never graces anyone with straight answers, but perhaps, if pressed right, she would say just enough for something to be gleaned from her reply. ❝ Are you afraid of what I might find? ❞

The blue-grey of her eyes shines with an edge as sharp as shards of ice. ❝ Were you also afraid we would find the bow? Was that something else that you did not want to see brought to light? ❞

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Lissandra's lip pulls up into a sneer as she shook her head ever so slowly.

Questions. Always questions. She hated questions.

She had answers, many of them in fact. But they would never satisfy people like Ashe. They would not understand, even if she tried to explain. Even her beloved Draklorn knew only so much. A fraction of what Lissandra knew. Such burdens were hers to carry. But she did not see herself as a savior, a hero. Those stories were not written about women like her.

She laughs. Curt, and direct. Her head shook once more as she pulls up her shoulders in a sign of defeat. "You are correct: these are not my lands. And I suppose you are no little girl any longer."

"But that doesn't change the truth of the matter at hand. You are lost. Venturing into an area no longer remembered by the people of this age. Though I suppose that hasn't stopped you before." Even with Lissandra's non-functioning eyes, there was this piercing gaze fixated on the bow in the smaller woman's hands.

Blue painted lips pursed into a sneer.

"I do not regret any of my actions. Past, present, future. But hear me when I say that you do not wish to head down this path. Not the path that you are treading as leader, but in the literal sense."

Lissandra slowly turned around, pointing somewhere in the distant. "You will find only suffering and pain in that direction. Turn around now. Tell your people to fall back, or lose them..."

"I won't even have to raise a finger for it either. You will find no forgotten weaponry, no secret to answers you might have. You will only bring light on something that should remain slumbering."

"So back off, little girl. You're asking for trouble."

#rip to liss but she's determined to be annoying #kjsndfkjnfkn #lissandra just. gets to her #» in character — ⌜warmother.⌟ #wah i feel this is so. lackluster doll i'm sorry #ksnfksjan #i swear i tried.. for days.. #😔😭

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hc + what if? (ashe wasn't destined to become warmother and was a commoner)

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that's hard to answer because nothing ashe got happened easily or because she was at the right place at the right time. it might be destiny, but it could just as easily be strength and resilience and determination.

if you look at her journey, yes, her mother was the avarosan's warmother and everyone expected her to be next — but ashe lost that. she was left with nothing and no one; she had no people to lead. when she starts what we currently see as the avarosan tribe, she's essentially nothing but an iceborn willing to defend the hearthbound and try the impossible with helping them survive the ice sea. the girl had a bow and a dream and that was it aksdnfajksfn

ashe became warmother because she made that path for herself — not even because of ambition but because she was so set on doing what she thought was right. it would have been easier to follow sejuani, and she wouldn't have been unhappy to do so in different circumstances. but the way it was, she saw innocent people sentenced to death and decided she had to protect them. she chose to take action. you can see that as destiny or not, but it's definitely not just that she was meant to be warmother. she wouldn't if not by her choices to take action.

to try and give an answer to that is still hard in that it depends on how things happen? if it's about her not becoming warmother, does she still leave sej but fails in her attempt to survive the ice sea with her new tribe? then i think she'd stay surviving alone until eventually dying. does she stay with sejuani's tribe? then she'd likely become her battlesister, maybe something close to a second in command. but if it's like 'what if she wasn't born as grena's daughter and was never meant to be warmother' then... that's an entirely different character. it's so vastly different i wouldn't even know where to start, because it wouldn't be this ashe anymore.

idsufhaiduhf sorry if it isn't a satisfactory answer, it was the best i could do

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