Camavor/Shadow isles:
Viego,The Ruined king
League of legends/Riot gamesAll credits to:Chengwei Pan. Gem 'Lonewingy' Lim
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Twisted Obsession:
What would you do for love? Would you go to the ends of the world? Would you give up everything you have? Would you go to the brink of life and death? The fallen King
Ruined King: A League of Legends Story
Viego concepts
Credits to: Hicham Habchi"It hurts, my heart. It hurts so much."
"You are not the hero of this tale. You are not anything." The Fallen King
Soul Fighter Viego, the host of the arena of soulsSpecial collaboration with Legends of runeterra/Wild riftCredits to: Steve Zheng, Rudy Siswanto, Envar Studio, Rachel 'Tart' Cross, Luca Xu, Goodname Studio, NargesArt, ouyang _YKFanart: Shavit Azarzar
´´The gracious—if needlessly reclusive—host of the Tournament of Souls welcomes all to his arena! Look at him now, eyeing the competition from his throne room high above the ring! Doesn't his solitude just make ya sad, folks? Here's hoping he hops down from that tower and turns that sorrow into UNBRIDLED RAGE! Viiiiieeeeeeegoooooo!``-Announcer
´´an unexpected opponent enters the tournament``...
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Una historia de aventuras y llamas en el reino caído de Camavor
En las místicas tierras de Camavor, la búsqueda incansable de los amos de bestias de Noxus finalmente rindió frutos. En una expedición llena de desafíos y peligros, lograron robar una cría de dragón imperial. La historia comienza con un caos ardiente: la madre del dragón sacrificó la nave para proteger a su descendencia, pero en…
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Hi! Welcome to Tumblr! Can I make a request? Viego x Ice Queen!Reader? Thank you very much and keep up the good work!
Aaaah I hope you don't mind the extra "reader being a badass and kicking Viego's ass" spice I put there!
Viego x Ice Queen!Reader
You had envisioned the perfect, effortless trap.
It was during an ambush that you discovered that your icy powers could actually stop them: watching in wonder while the ghoulish creatures exploded within their ice domes, shards flying everywhere, leaving no trace of their existence.
You had collected everything you knew about the Black Mist and that Viego prince. Making notes about the routes he made and the way he acted; it was common knowledge he was looting after some kind of special artifacts not even him knew for sure whatever it was, and as a consequence, he would come to confront whoever was the authority around about it. Maybe his eagerness and impulsiveness would get the best of him, after all.
Sitting alone at the mighty throne disposed in the middle of the decorated hall, you gazed down at the giant oak doors, the marble walls colder as you ever imagined they could get. You had ordered one week before that the city should be evacuated as fast as possible, so Viego and his green, screeching shadow ghouls would be met with a silent, cold and unviting Kingdom.
With the imminence of the Mist slowly engulfing the carpeted floor you preened yourself, hands resting on each arms of the throne, chin up, with a cold, determined stare watching down with disdaim as a tall figure dramatically shaped itself between the mist.
“King Viego. I’m afraid you have come here for nothing. I don’t have what you seek”, you remained unfazed with his abrupt approach, having the audacity to pull your necklace closer to him, the emerald-painted fire on his eyes burning with a cold fury.
“Do not dare to deny me what I seek, lowly witch. You are nothing but a unworthy pebble on my holy odyssey to bring the love of my life back.”
No matter how much the man before you tried to mock you, pull you down. You were no showcase queen; you were a fierce leader, responsible for the rising of that piece of land back to the maps of merchandise, bringing back the hope for a stable and fertile economy. You had great pland for that small Kingdom, and going down in history as just another land overtakem by the Black Mist monstrosities was definitely not one of them.
You were about to confront him, when you noticed the small Crystal that adorned your family crest necklace shimmering in a soft blue light, answering to Viego’s touch. Well, that sure was concerning; feeling your heart race from the revelation, you took advantage at Viego’s awestruck moment to send a gust of ice against his chest, shards building about his torso up his neck and down his arms. Taken aback from your sudden retalation, Viego let his sides open for long enough for you to react and kick him away from you.
You watched as Viego contorted between the insistent ice, drawing crystal blue veins over his armor and pale skin, slowly joining like a starry sky, the shards stopping inches away from overtaking Viego’s face – the fury of one hundred gods plastered all over his lines and eyes, enough to make you believe he would eventually melt himself from the ice dome. Still, the contrast between the resplendense of the ice and the torment of a spoiled prince was a true work of art, beauty unparelled to any sculpture or frame you have erver laid your eyes upon.
You caught yourself walking down to the tormented, half-frozen sculpture with wonder, too focused on the way the small snowflakes melted on his cheeks, leaving small, brief sparkles on the pale skin to even notice the curses and profanities Viego was shouting at you.
Never have you ever thought your magic would be capable of creating something so wonderful.
“Not so tough now without the aid of your creeplings, it seems...”, you coo at him in a mocking tone, a finger gently brushing against one of his frozen hair strands, earning a growl from him.
You knew your magic wouldn’t be enough to restrain him for too long, however, it would be enough for now. In the end, you could Always use some fun on those cold halls to brighten up your future.
The small crystal on your necklace was the assurance that Viego was wrapped around your finger.
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