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                          ❝ LOOK TO YOUR KINGDOMS —

                                                                                                              i am coming for them all.❞

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❛        continued from here // @stained-with-scarlet​

       her gaze moves from around the room to settle on vladimir’s features after her words, a hum resonating from her throat. ❝ i am certain we will be one of the last to mold. ❞ a scoff billows from her lips.  ❝ magic users have always held some sort of ethereal quality within them. ❞

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flirt-suke:

-“You’re going to save them and for what? They don’t appreciate you!”

-“You spill your blood for this city/village and for what? So they can never know the name of the man/woman who saved their miserable lives?”

-“How many times are you going to bleed for them?”

-“Aren’t you tired yet? Haven’t you had enough?”

-“Despair, misery, and chaos. It’s like air to me. But to watch them suffer is much more entertaining.”

-“Look at their miserable lives and tell me what you see. They’re just begging for you to end them.”

-“You’re conflicted I can see it. You don’t want to be the hero but you’re not evil enough to be the villain. So what are you?”

-“You can’t be nothing because you have to be something.”

-“You can’t be nobody you have to be somebody. They need you. Help them.”

-“You’ve shed enough blood. It’s time to stop. You’ve avenged their deaths enough.”

-“You’ve fought until your face was bloody, your ribs cracked, and your soul broken. How much more can you give to them!”

-“You won’t be satisfied until your dead.”

-“This city/village has torn you apart. They don’t deserve anymore saving.”

-“You’d give your soul to them? They won’t ever be satisfied until you’re dead.”

-“You give and you give and give when is it your turn to take?”

-“You’ll burn this city/village to the ground. Murder its people. And then will you be satisfied?”

-“I can’t watch you tear yourself apart anymore for these people.”

-“You’re cruel.”

-“You’ve been caught. There’s nothing more you can do so why are you still fighting?”

-“It’s over. It was a long war filled with countless bodies and bloodshed. So stop…it’s over.”

-“I know you. You aren’t this terrible person people see you as and made you become. There’s still some light within you. I see it…”

-“What has the world done to you to make you feel this broken that you feel the need to hurt other people?”

-“You hurt others because they hurt you.”

-“I can see the torment within you. I can especially tell by the way you mangle the bodies of your enemies.”

-“You don’t owe people anything else.”

-“You’re like the sun and moon. You can either be the light that guides peoples lives to a better world. Or you can be the moon and darken their world. Or- you can be an eclipse and be a little bit of both good and evil.”

-“What do YOU want to become?”

-“You’re the only one who can give others hope.”

-“If it wasn’t for you we’d all be dead.”

-“The histories will never know who really saved us because he/she didn’t want to be known as a hero.”

-“Don’t die for our selfish selves.”

-“You brought this upon yourself.”

-“You can either save lives or take them. So which is it? Who will you become?”

-“You say you’d burn the city/village to the ground. But what happens when you’re standing on a pile of ash and smoke with no subjects to rule?”

-“Your mentor molded you to be a monster.”

-“Your mentor molded you to be a beckon of hope for others.”

-“They will never bow to you.”

-“You’re nothing but a usurper from a foreign place to us. We will never call you King/Queen.”

-“You hide behind a mask all the time and I don’t mean the one upon your face.”

-“Of all the things to have happened to you are you still capable of love?”

-“You were born a villain but you will die a hero.”

-“You were born a hero but will die a villain.”

-“You’ve changed since we first met. You’re becoming something I don’t recognize anymore.”

-“You’re no longer a man. You’re a beast.”

-“Greatness was thrust upon you but you decided not to take it. Why?”

-“We don’t choose these roles they just happen.”

-“I won’t watch you die.”

-“What are you fighting for?”

-“Fates can be changed there’s still time.”

-“Your fate isn’t set in stone.”

-“There’s pain in my chest every time I see you in anguish.”

-“You never meant anything to them. So you turned into the thing they feared the most to leave an impression upon them.”

-“I wish you could see your worth.”

-“Your life is not worth the weight of gold they will pay you for helping them.”

-“I won’t watch you become someone I don’t recognize.”

-“I can’t even say who are you becoming because I don’t even know what you are anymore.

-“When they write of your history they will say it began on this day.”

-“Your scars are a reminder of who you were. So never forget who bled for this village/city. Who it was that saved the damned and the good. Who it was that almost died for them. Who it was that became a legend in their eyes. A legend to be remembered a thousand years from now.”

Villain or Hero Edition:

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       ❝ i can imagine. seeing some of noxus’ inhabitants try to figure out a simple puzzle is excruciatingly painful. i could not imagine the people on some other parts of runeterra. ❞ 

Smokescreen

“This is much true, illusionist. I have always found the humans’ lack of perspicacity oddly annoying. Watching over them is a painful experience, even more so when you can see what they are missing to solve the puzzle.”

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       one thing she did not expect to come from the grandiose dragon before her is the mention of cupcakes. evaine’s brows raise in surprise. ❝ you are correct. though ... i must ask, what exactly serves the use of cupcakes for you? i was not aware that the great star forger has a weakness for pastries. ❞ 

Parlor Tricks

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“Ah, hello noxian, Leblanc? You look like a leblanc. Either way my question is can your mustache twirler’s club fund Morgana’s cupcake business to deliver to Mount Targon?”

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       lips broaden into a grin, a laugh billowing past lips in reaction to her words. a hand reaches up to pull the cloth hood further over tanned features, before the archer speaks up once more:

       ❝ people say that a lot, though i gotta’ admit - there was something awfully peculiar about you, stranger. ❞ a brow perks, another gulp from the concoction in the glass to dry chapped lips - one regret about her guise. 

      ❝ it almost seems as if i’ve seen ya’ ‘round here before. ❞ 

      NOXUS, JUST OUTSIDE her gothic borders, one can find our traveler       perched up in some washed-out tavern with a shot of vodka in her       hand. She was, after all, here for a good time, and though dangers       creep close due to the kind of status she has, she was willing to       make a gamble if it meant she got to at least be ( somewhat ) close       to the motherland again.

      At least, it will work until time to herself is disrupted by some stranger       with thick accent and leering smirk.

      “And you look like you have a lot of nerve to approach me, stranger.”

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❛        starter for @bladesurgesymphony

       a guise of wonder: worn cloak, long hood thrown over features, boots colored with dirt; the archer stepped into ionia and was met with welcomes. her figure stands strong, though tanned skin and darkened hair run rampant rather than noxian features. travels under the illusion of an archer were simple in the vast land, yet she is met before a prominent figure in the land - one that she almost fears would see right through her. 

                              ( though, this is evaine; ever confident in her missions. )

       ❝ ‘cuse me. ❞ strong accent accentuates words, blue eyes meeting the woman’s.   ❝ would ya’ mind showin’ me the way somewhere? someone told me ya’ were perfect. ❞

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❛        starter for @wolfanswers

       the stench of death rings through the elderwood, the breeze carrying it in its path. insects and animals flock to the aroma’s path, stirring the wood into a frenzy. the spirit before her is one unlike she’s seen, though evaine still stares in distrust. 

       ❝ you bring a darkness to the forest that is foreign. ❞ pause, scan.                                                                   ❝ what is it you seek, wolf?  ❞

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❛        starter for @harikcen

       within the elderwood, the wind whispered hymns to the wood’s inhabitants: ones of great tales and glory, showering its outsiders with praise. the leaves were only obstacles to the wind’s path, weaving around trees as it swept through the forest.

       the woods could sense a newcomer. the energy shifted, wind jutting in a few different directions as the insects stirred with excitement. through the lushness of the vegetation, evaine steps out - staff planting into the ground where she stood. 

        ❝ is it you who disturbs the winds? ❞ blackened eyes carefully scan.                         ❝ is it you who is the hero of these tales the winds tell?  ❞

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Elderwood LeBlanc by joacoful

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❛        hello everyone!! i’m excited to insert ( classic/elderwood ) leblanc into all of your muses’ lives! i would love to plot with a few of you, if you’d like to! please message / im me if you’d like to come up with something together!! otherwise, like this post for a short starter!  ps. if you see anything wrong with my theme, please don’t hesitate to tell me! i was doing it at like 1 am last night

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dravendoesitall

It had been a very odd past few months. Draven had been tasked back and forth by his coordinator, Swain to do tedious missions, countless retrieval missions and among others. Until a certain day had come about. Draven walked into Swains office after bringing him some packages he was tasked to pick up. “Ah Draven, my boy. I have a special job for you..” he spoke with a raspy yet strong voice. He handed him a small parcel containing documents to change over his protective detail. His eyes grew wide as he read the parcel, Swain lightly nodding. “Evaine.. Leblanc? What happened for me to have to watch over her?” Draven thought to himself, bag slung over his shoulder as he walked towards the mansion of her home. He wasn’t too sure what to expect other than them not getting along very well. He knew of her, and he knew what she was capable of. He gulped down air before he moved his hand towards the door, briefly knocking. @dcceiver

       when swain mentioned the prospect of getting her protection, evaine predicted it to be the hand of noxus, perhaps even a plain soldier. the revelation of it being the hand of noxus’s younger brother was one she had not expected, and the news only brought a small scowl across her features. the glorious executioner - someone with a large egotism that she was surprised his head had not ballooned in his ‘glory’. 

       the knock at her door is met with sigh as she stands from her chair, tossing her book onto the seat as she glides towards the door. the sight showed red lines and a golden crown - which belonged to only one person.

      ❝ you must be my protector. ❞ her voice fills the silent tension that befalls betwixt them when the door swings open. ❝ i am as thrilled about this as you are, my dear. ❞ she steps out of the way to allow him access to her manor. ❝ your ego must cover for some of your credence, but do you have the confidence to work with me?  ❞ 

The right decision. (Closed RP with dcceiver)

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pantheon-god-of-war:

A cold, merciless laugh resonates out from behind celestial steel as ardent eyes narrowed dangerously. “heathen?” he repeated his dark voice dripped into sarcasm. “You gaze upon the god of war, very poor choice of words. Perhaps it is you who is in need of wit.”  Pantheon growled at her as he regarded the woman before him. His muscles steeled slightly as if he were preparing to lunge at her, but he stays his hand the time is not right. 

       a roll of her eyes is the only thing she gives him, waving her hand dismissively at his words. ❝ oh, how frightened i am. a fight against you is hardly worth my time; your title is just as real as your worship of the sun and moon. your strength is laughworthy against the holds of magic, and the boasting of your title is far from intelligent. it only makes you appear much more like a brute.❞

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enlightenedcaretaker

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“Well, well, well. The Black Rose lady is at it again. Too bad I can see right through you.”

       ❝ and only you can, dear bard. 'tis why i have always admired you - everyone else is too blind to see even the most obvious of hints. ❞ ·

Smokescreen

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pantheon-god-of-war

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“It is amusing to see someone as spineless and cowardly as you leave the shadows you hide in. I warn you, you will not be the first serpent who’s head I have severed.”

      ❝ cowardly and spineless is hiding behind brutish strength. ❞  a sneer creeps onto her features. ❝ i do not hide in the shadows, heathen. i am everywhere. the peasant that arrives into your village, the solari soldier who delivers a message from your so-faithful chosen one. perhaps you should garner some wit rather than simply charging into battle, dear. ❞

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❛        starter for @eciled​

       an archer concealed in hood and cloak - that is her form today, as she slowly sips at the drink before her.  a concoction of ale, the buzz in her system is prevalent; at first, the wisps of snow-colored hair quickly fades from her attention. 

       but it does garner a second glance: one that lingers, examining its owner with intrigue. perhaps her disguise will do well - standing, she saunters over to the stranger, lips curved in somewhat of a crooked smirk as an accented voice rings forth.

       ❝ ya’ look like a ghost, stranger. ❞

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❛        starter for @elegant-equilibrium

       within the elderwood, leaves fluttered merrily with the breeze, littering the ground with various colors that were seemingly unimaginable in other greenwoods - prepossessing pinks, glaring greens; upon entering, the shift of a magical energy was apparent - 

                                              ( but was it virtuous,                                                              or odious? )        a snap of a branch victimized by a footfall fills the forest, stirring its inhabitants awake and causing the air to fill with a harmonious symphony of voices. a bush stirs, a figure emerging from the depths of the vegetation as blackened optics scan over the intruder. her head tilts, a vaguely amiable smile spreading over soft features as red tresses fall over a shoulder.        ❝ just what brings you here, dear trespasser? ❞