#tales of runeterra

[aurelion-solar]

Tales of Runeterra: Bilgewater Concept Art - Ihor Pasternak

[blood-starved-beast]

hmm Tales of Runeterra, while not Arcane obviously, has a similar enough style that if Riot manages to go to other regions, this would be how the characters look

[sylvalissa]

League of Legends has so many amazing character designs. After rewatching a lot of the Tales of Runeterra videos, I couldn’t stop myself from drawing Diana :D

[sovamurka]

Timebomb thoughts about that one cinematic (Tales of Runeterra: Piltover & Zaun). Did you notice that Ekko and Jinx are basically regarded as the collective genius of Zaun? How they go 'Oh! WHAT IF I DO THAT...' when they see some tech to use? How they're so excited to immediately test their inventions? Just... this cinematic shows exactly why they need to work together! INSANE SCIENCE NERDS TIMEBOMB WHEN-

[kunehokun]

So I haven't played the game proper yet, but this (customizable Yordle) is all I really was hoping for for and I'm glad it delivered. This'll do until the Runeterra MMO, haha.

[kittymama01]

I'm rewatching the Tales of Runeterra videos, and I'm only repeating what so many have undoubtedly talked about already.

But, I'm one of those peeps that just has to talk, don't mind me.

So, it's always been Demacia VS Noxus. And Noxus has always been viewed as the villains while the bright and great Demacia are the heroes.

But, then Silas was released. Which brought a lot of Demacia issues to light. And now the Tales of Runeterra: Noxus video shows the big bad Darius saving a slave from a fuckhead king.

... I mean Noxus is still a problem but, I'm slowly seeing the twist of these two cities 😂 but then again these writers are probably just messing with us.

Right now, all I'm thinking about is how conflicted I will be if they continue to do Arcane and do Demacia, focusing on the city's issues and the situation with Silas. Who is... Going to screw with my head. He's being shown as the villain. But... Is he wrong? I wanna see more of the dark shit going on in Demacia. Let me see its true colors.

[sonsofks]

Cambios en Riot y el Camino a Seguir

Una reestructuración necesaria para forjar un futuro sostenible La noticia que cambiará el rumbo de Riot y lo que viene después Por Dylan & Marc, 22 de enero de 2024 ¡Jugadores! Hace minutos, compartimos con los Rioters que estamos reenfocándonos en proyectos más selectos y de alto impacto para encaminarnos hacia un futuro más sostenible. Ahora, queremos contarles qué significan estos cambios…

[summonedglory]

@potentialgood — starter call — Aziraphale & Fiora

"A true Demacian seeks excellence so when you face death's terrible jaws, you will not falter!" As passionate vent comes to an end, Fiora's eyes drift back towards Aziraphale—Outside of her own head and back to the present. Eyes still glimmer with her own self-motivation and self-confidence, though if Aziraphale were to look closely, he wouldn't see the nearsightedness of youth one might expect. Fiora had lived too much by now for her aplomb to be due to inexperience.

[ohnoitstbskyen]

What's the deal with Renata Glasc?

League of Legends is a game absolutely marinated in fantasy tropes - swordsmen, sorcerors, rogues, wizards, clerics and every fantasy creature under the sun populate the world of Runeterra.

But with now over a hundred and sixty champions and with a full fourteen years in operation, somehow, one archetype has been missing: the old witch. And it is an odd ommission! The old witch with her cauldron, brewing potions and being mysterious - whether in the form of European fairy tale figures or hags like Baba Yaga - is an absolute fantasy staple, it is I would argue a foundational archetype of fantasy. And it is conspicuous in its absence here.

To Riot's credit, though, when they finally did pull the trigger on creating their version of the archetype, they came up with a hell of an interesting spin on it.

So let's talk about one of my favourite champions in recent memory, a champion who is compelling from her story to her design to her animation (especially the animation!). Let's talk about Renata Glasc.

[kynimdraws]

Top vs Jungle diff standoff Okay I got too much brainworms on this Runeterra-verse K'sante/Yone that I made a continuation from this post LOL

Enjoy my funni story under the cut

After their fateful meeting, K'sante and Yone started to travel together. Yone would silently continue to his azakana hunt regardless of the locals asking for such help, and K'sante visited the various temples of Ionia to expand his knowledge. K'sante enjoyed having company, even if said travel companion…was a little strange.

Whenever K'sante would come into any spot of civilization, Yone would remain a fair distance away, once commenting he would not be welcome given his frightening visage. Even when the two would just be camping out in the wild, Yone would help gather food and fuel…but never join for a meal. K'sante had offered, but Yone would just shake his head.

"Ah, eating. How I miss it…"

Yone joked about this once, and K'sante asked what he had meant. Initially Yone would simply go away and re-appear the next day, but eventually the man would tell snippets of his past. How he was not exactly alive or dead, and how he ended up in this state. And how his crimson mask had appeared and became a permanent fixture of his face.

Between these stories, Yone did not forget his promise about teaching K'sante the way to sense azakana. While Yone did rely on this mask's "vision" to see them, his old training to be spiritually aware of all beings was still a fundamental part of why he was so adept at hunting them. It was hard work, but K'sante took to the lessons wholeheartedly.

It also helped that the two would visit the temples/monasteries that reinforced Yone's teachings in various ways (Yone himself still refused to go in them, maybe out of shame or something else). While these places still were recovering from the Noxian invasions, the community around them were still strong and resilient. K'sante would often remark on this and how such strength was similar to Nazumah. Yone eventually did get curious, and was content to hear K'sante tell tales and history about his home. It was admirable that a man would travel so far to learn, all for the sake of protecting others.

While Yone was enjoying this travel, a small part of him was sad that soon…this will have to end. K'sante did say he will be going back home after visiting all the places that Sett and others had recommended, and that list was finite. Before all this, Yone was fine being alone given his fate. Now, he felt a bit of dread.

Even worse, the azakana of his mask seemed to be much more restless. Shifting…eating away at him. Giving him horrible headaches and eye pain. Was it the fear and other negative emotions that was feeding the azakana? Yone was unsure, and tried to suppress his feelings. K'sante would start to notice too (a downside of Yone teaching the man about how to be spiritually attuned…he was getting too good at noticing Yone withdrawing/disassociating spiritually). K'sante tried to offer ways that he could help, but Yone would always reject them, claiming it is his own burden to bear.

This problem reaches a breaking point during a particularly difficult hunt for a rogue azakana-nearly-demon. After the hunt was done, Yone collapses while grimacing in pain. The wounds during the battle was already hurting, but now the mask now felt like it was about to eat him alive. K'sante rushes over and asks if Yone is okay.

"I'm…fine….this will…pass….on its own…" Yone barely manages to reply.

He feels his body being lifted up by K'sante's strong arms. Yone expects a talking-to the other man but instead feels K'sante freeze in place. Yone looks up to see what is going on despite the pain, and sees why K'sante was standing still.

Kindred was standing in front of them.

"Ina…and Ani?" K'sante stared at the spectral beings of death in fascination (see "A Good Death"). Nazumah had tales about them, but seeing them was a completely different experience. Yone meanwhile, feels a sense of sadness and relief. To him, it seemed that his borrowed time in the living world was finally coming to an end.

"I…have fallen outside your cycle, Lamb and Wolf. Are…you here to…usher me back?"

Kindred does not answer. Instead, Wolf comes over to the two, and bares his fangs.

"Yone-thing could be ripe for picking, little Lamb. Can I please?"

"Dear Wolf, you know we are here for just one of them."

"Fine."

Yone stares in confusion, but also realizes that his mask seemed to be gripping Yone's skull like a vise, trembling slightly. Was it…fearful?

"…Gong'pojun."** The Lamb called out.

An earth-shattering shriek explodes as the azakana of Yone's mask bursts forth. The name revealed, the azakana tries to escape its fate…but Wolf chases after it, howling with glee. As their noises fade away, K'sante looks and sees Yone has fainted. The impression the cursed mask had made on Yone's face was bloody, but the man was still whole....and freed from the mask.

"W...what have you done, Ani?" K'sante asks Lamb.

"Merely hunting our prey. We have come to you, but not for you."

As Lamb finishes her reply, Wolf returned with crimson-stained jaws and a smile.

"That was a fun hunt! Let us go again, little Lamb!"

"Of course, my dear Wolf."

The two turn to leave, but not without the Wolf's final word to the two:

"We look forward to meeting you again, little hunters."

**The mask azakana name I 100% made up based on 공포증 = KR word for "phobia"

[impostores0o]

Noxus pt1:

Swain, the Noxian Grand General League of legends/Riot gamesAll credits to: • Victor Maury •, Vlad BăcescuSwain Production Art

´´I tried to scream then, to confess it all. To somehow beg for forgiveness. But there is nothing now, save for the soft murmur of whispers. I spill my secrets, this tale, into your ears. Fading like the rustling of wings, as the raven cries its carrion caw..." Raum The Demon of Secrets

Credits to: Larry "The Bravo" Ray Swain development

"I have learned enough to detest all men. Only nations may be revered." — Swain

League of legends/Riot games Swain development Swain promo art

"A power beyond mortal understanding gave me the vision to see what most cannot. I peer through the darkness others fear." The Noxian Grand General

Legends of Runeterra Set 2 - Rising Tides Swain character All credits to: SIXMOREVODKA STUDIO Fanart from: @ovsosito

"If they already call me a villain, what will they call me when I succeed?" The Grand General Swain

[aurelion-solar]

Tales of Runeterra: Ionia Concept Art - Ihor Pasternak

[lightning-bringer]

Hi! How are you? Can I make a request? Viego x Ice Queen!Reader. Reader was once a Fire Queen, but because of the tragedy (you can come up with it yourself) she became angry, cold and cruel. Thank you very much!

Hi! I’m sorry this took so long, but I loved writing this, hope you like it too! (also just wanna say your requests are so creative it’s amazing)

Viego and Ice Queen!Reader imagine

Word count: 3.127

Tags: angst (nothing too dramatic but Viego is still madly in love with Isolde), melancholy,  SFW, canon-compliant, implied sex, 

Rate: Teen and Up

A/N: Though I didn’t write the sex scene because the request didn’t say anything about a SFW or NSFW preference, I would gladly write it and post separetly if anyone is interested because I did have some ideas lol. Also though I did write a very open end, I don’t plan for it to be a series or anything, unless someone requests something about it specifically

When the mist came, you weren't afraid.

You had heard of the Ruined King, and his powers were not enough to scare you. Your ice kingdom would stand, as it had through much worse catastrophes than a spoiled King without land or subjects.  

The few servants and subjects you had left were ready to fight. They were also not afraid, for just like you, they had seen worse, and their hearts had been frozen alongside your land and power. When the messanger came with news of the Ruined King's approach, you knew there was nothing in your kingdom Viego could corrupt. You weren't sure there was anything left.

Your surprise was enourmos when the mist came... but the King was alone. The spectres were no match for your magic, the cold of your people's hurts a natural protection against the man's corruption. You didn't know if it was upon realizing that, that the mist drew back, reveling the Ruined King to you, in the middle of a white waste, no sign of cold upon the brutal wind, sword nowhere to be seen and arms raised.

Viego - was his name, he said - seemed surprised, but there was a small smile playing on his lips.

"Are you the ruler of this island?" He asked. Despite the unforgiving wind, his hair was still gorgeous, moving wildly without getting on his face, his green eyes shining unnaturaly with an otherworldly confidence. The hole on his chest was only mildly unsettling to you.

"I am the Queen of this land, and I don't take kindly to invasors." Your voice boomed around the land, shaking the ground. Your teeth were bared in a snarl, and the sight alone could terrify any mortal man.

Viego though, bowed, a deep one where his head lowered to the point his eyes didn't meet yours. He was clever, you could see, had the etiquette of someone who once was a King, but his posture was still of a spoiled man.

"I ask for your forgiveness, my Queen." You scoffed. Such petty use of a noble way to refer to you. You were not his Queen for he didn't belong in your lands. "I was wrong to believe I could simply pass through your kingdom like a barbarian, destroying everything on my way. I didn't expect to find such strong adversary."

"Is that how you've been passing Runeterra? Destroying everything in your way?"

"Yes."

There was no hesitancy, no backtracking. Viego stared at you, deep into your eyes, and there was such confidence and fire in them, like you hadn't seen in so long, that it took you by surprise.

"You see, my Queen, I have a goal. There's someone I need to find... there's nothing that'll stop me and I won't rest until I have her."

Upon seeing Viego's certainty and strength, you were interested. The winds subsided and your people stood back, as Viego was invited to your castle. There, as you had dinner in a cold, empty hall, Viego told you his story. Told the tale of his dead queen, of his desperate search for a cure for death, and his awakening to a very different world. As he spoke, you could see the fire in his eyes, the passion and anger burning through every single one of his words.

He said he wouldn't rest until he had Isolde back, and you believed him.

"Your powers." He said, later that night, as he was invited for tea with you. Viego was an interesting man, an interesting presence. It had been so longo, so long since you had been in the presence of anyone still warm inside. Anyone who still had a glow in their eyes and passion in their speech.

So you let Viego stay the night and rest, as he said he needed - though you absolutely doubted he needed it. You knew he could read nothing on your expression or answers, couldn't possibly know your interest to him, for it had been a while since your expressions got less and less prominent, and you looked directly at him as he spoke.

"Your powers are magnificent." He repeated. "And they could be the key for the sentinels to defeat me."

He had told you about the sentinels, "foolish ones trying to stop me and keep me away from Isolde", Viego had said during dinner. You raised a brow at his words.

"Is that a threat?" You asked, raising your tone, still not sure what to think of him.

"Or," He continued, swirling his tea, not having touched it during the night "they could be the key for me to win. To take them out of my way and find her."

Right then, a servant walked in. A young maiden, carrying a silver tray with a few tiny cakes in it. Her skin was translucent, her eyes purely white with no pupils or irises. She was as quiet as a mouse, steps making no sound on the marble floor, breath that didn't fan when out in the cold of the palace. Her movements were stiff and wrong.

But she was beautiful, beautiful as a child's doll, and Viego was staring at her in fascination as she took your tea-cup away.

"If you could make more people like that-"

"No." You cut him, the slight amount of anger you could still manage to feel bubbling inside of you. You looked away from Viego's insanely beautiful face, his green eyes boring into yours, eager. "I- I'm not capable of doing that anymore, and the issues of Runeterra don't interest me. My people have suffered enough."

He looked at you, and you feelt a little marveled at how his face was expressive. You had thought, during dinner, that only a man with too much emotions inside him could be driven to do the things he did. Only love and obsession in amounts unimaginable could gather the strength in a man to come back from the land of the dead.  

Right then, you could see perfectly in the furrow of his brows the way his head was wroking, thinking, wondering. When he actually asked, the only thing that surprised you was how capable Viego was of sounding like the King he once had been, and not a nearly insane man driven by grief.

"I told you my story, Y/N" He had started to alternate between using your name and your title now, feeling some kind of intimacy with you "and although you have no obligation to tell me yours, I would like to know."

He leaned forward, just slightly, and you weren't even sure if  he was aware he did it. You averted his eyes once again, taking a deep breath. You couldn't remember ever telling anyone about it. The people who you could tell, the people who would know...

"My people are old." You started, running your fingertips against the wood of your chair "Very old. The royal family comes from a long line of mages who control fire, and our power is drawn from within us and from others. From our deepest emotions, and it's strongest when we are kids. It takes years for us to get as strong as we were when we were only children."

You stopped then, looking up to see Viego staring intently at you. He was paying attention to every little word, drawing it in. You hold back a smile. It had been a while since you had someone who would willingly listen.

"The legends said we had godly blood in our veins, but we turned our back to Them. When a plague came over, we all started to believe it." You paused, only to take a deep breath "My people fell like fleas, Viego. They would die in one or two days, with horrible symptoms, horrible deaths. Then, came the natural disasters and the hunger. There was no more rain, crops couldn't grow, earthquakes happened... the adults were dying faster and in bigger numbers than the children, and their sorrow was out of control. Their emotions, their fire was everywhere. I thought I knew magic old and strong enough to stop it, to control it, to at least console them."

You didn't realize how much faster you began to talk. Your hands had the slightest tremble to them, and you squeezed them tight. Without saying a word, the Ruined King reached forward and grasped one of your hand.  

Viego's skin was cold, nearly as cold as yours, but it was the act of touching you that surprised you, not the temperature of his flesh. His eyes were still bright and his face was still deep in thought, but he looked at you with confidence and fire, making you ache inside. The longer you stared at Viego's beautiful eyes, the more you saw the flame in him. The flame you once had. The flame you let burn out and turn into the cold of your empty heart.

"I didn't." You whispered "I didn't help them. That magic, that power was too much. There is not enough warmth in someone's heart to save an entire nation. Like a dying star I exploded, wiping so many of my people out... and the deathly cold spread from me afterwards."

You bit your tongue, and Viego squeezed your hand. He looked at you in wonder again, and it bares on unsettling to hold his gaze, so you looked at his white hair reflecting the bright fire lights, at the exposed skin of his flesh and the mist and shadows forever dancing around the hole in his chest.

That's a man you thought that knows what it means to put all your hope into something just to see it fall apart right before your eyes.

"Thank you for telling me, my Queen."

A wild thought crossed your head. His Queen was the dead queen, Isolde. You were not and would never be his Queen, and staring at his thin lips, you felt what could be sadness deep in your chest.

After that night, Viego didn't leave right away, and you didn't question him. You didn't realize how much you had missed company, company that wasn't frozen and puppets of ice. You showed Viego your current and mutated magic, something you have not been proud since it happened, but that you couldn't possibly not enjoy when he smiled as you showcase your strength. And Viego showed you how he controls the mist, and the spectres in them, and told you about people he knew, whose names are fleeting thoughts you soon forget. There was a Kalista, a Vladimir, someone called Thresh.

And he talked about Isolde sometimes, but it became rarer and rarer for him to say her name. It wasn't like his love and obsession were over, you knew, but you wanted to believe he found your company as enjoyable as the thought of his lover - or, though you didn't want to believe, he saw through your cold dead face exactly how much you enjoyed to have him around.

Which was strange per se, to enjoy something again. To wake up in the mornings and look forward to something, to have something swirling in your chest that wasn't anger or pure emptiness. Though that was dangerous, you knew; the thought of a possible second interest from Viego's part always in the back of your head, assuring your tone with him would never soften too much, your anger would never truly lay low. You didn't forget his comment on how your powerful could be decisive in his upcoming battle.

It was during a night not much different from the one you met, only several weeks apart, that the Ruined King opened up his hollow chest.

"You look so lovely tonight, my Queen." He smiled as you met for yet another evening of desserts and useless conversation. He stood in the balcony, clothes just a little bit more familiar to your land but not more modest.

You nodded, acknowledging the compliment but not giving him a reply, and Viego laughed. He had come to find amusement in your lack of reactions.

"May I ask" you said slowly "if there is a special occasion tonight that I'm not aware of?"

Viego smiled. He had asked you to meet him for tea at the balcony on his room (the room you allowed him to use, you reminded yourself) instead of the hall the tea was usually served. He was wearing nice clothes, and asked for you to do the same.

Despite not liking being told what to do, you were wearing your best dress.

"I think the time for me to leave has come."

Somehow, you knew that was it. You had a feeling deep in your gut, as you read books alongside him and exchanged tales and stories. And you always knew. You always knew Viego was going to leave, there was no reason for him to stay, no reason for him to abandon his mission, his journey, his Queen.

Even though you knew, you got angry. The frost started to spill from your fingertips to the tea-cup and railing they touched, quickly approaching Viegos hand, resting close to yours. He was still smiling, and with absolutely no fear, reached to grab your cold and currently freezing hand.

The frost stopped spreading and realizing that made you even angry.

"I like knowing that when I leave, you'll miss me." There was humor in his tone, and his fingers ran through the back of your hand. His eyes were shining particularly bright.

"My heart is incapable of such thing." You mumbled, staring right back at him. You wondered what Viego saw when he looked at your face. What with the way your eyes shone could possibly tell him when the only things you've been able to express for years were sorrow and anger.

He laughed, steeping forward. He was broader and taller than you, but you held your head high. You knew he was not trying to intimidate you, hadn't since he arrived and wouldn't start then, but the reflex was stronger than you. The instinct to fight and defend and respond was always at the back of your head, even if tended to be dormant around the Ruined King.

Viego was smiling when he lifted a finger to caress your chill cheek.  

To feel your heart drumming against your chest once again was a wonder.

"That's not true, is it my Queen?" Viego's voice was silk, coming out in a whisper that smelled of camomile and honey. His finger traced your cheekbone, ran down to your cupids brow and lower lip and the intake of breath you took was louder than necessary.

You were sure your cheeks were reddening, but you would have liked to tell yourself it was out of anger rather than bashfulness. Viego slouched his hand gingerly against your entire cheek when he gave one last step forward, getting his body as close to yours as possible without directly touching you.

You felt angry. You wanted his touch. You didn't want him near you. You were suspicious still. You were infatuated. You were delighted your heart was hammering again and not out of rage. You were so sad.

"My heart has no flame left, Viego." You whispered numbly, reaching up to hold his shirt where hip met waist. Your fingers clenched and frost climbed upon Viego's clothes, possibly freezing his skin.

He didn't seen to care. He kept looking at you, smile fading slowly until his stare was curious, strong, trusting. He kept looking at you for what felt like an eternity and you looked back, gaze jumping from different points on his face, trying to understand, trying to see.

"That's not true, Y/N." He repeated, emphatically, and leaned forward until his lips were touching yours delicately. You sighed, your cold breath forming mist in the air as frost touched his lips, but he didn't care.

Viego pulled you close until your bodies touched and he sighed against your mouth, like there was nothing more delightful to him than the freezing of his skin done from you. You took a deep breath form your nose, feeling the way your heart beat and your body heated up. There was no warmth inside of you that could light you ablaze anymore, but Viego was right. It wasn't true that there was no flame in your heart.

The goosebumps every time his skin brushed against your proved that.

He kissed you passionate, the frost eventually retreating back into yourself like a rewind of time. Viego held your cheek, carefully but confidently, and his mouth was the warmest thing you felt in years. His hands, then roaming down to your waist, were not far behind.

"I don't think" you whispered, when you parted to breath, though doubting Viego needed the breath "I am the only one being untrue. I am not your Queen, Viego." You tried not to sound bitter, tried to hold onto the good things trying to come alight again in your chest, but it was stronger than you. It was your nature.

The Ruined King seemed only partially irritated at your comment, but soon his furrowed brows gave place to a smile. Slowly, maybe wondering if you would accept the gesture, Viego kissed your cheek. Then the corner of your lips. Your eyelid, when you closed your eyes, and your nose.

"Let me show you, Y/N." His voice was low, and there was a smile to it. His hands were caressing your waist, waiting, but with just a tinge of impatient to it. "I'll show that you are my Queen. Let me worship you like the royalty you are." You opened your eyes, meeting Viego's fiery green ones. "Let me show you everything you deserve."

You had no reason to say no.

The next morning, Viego left without much ceremony from either part. His spectral mist followed him, and he disappeared in the clouds of darkness, looking behind only once, but still leaving you to your cold island and colder subjects.  

You felt less irritated or sad than you thought, and less numb than you imagined you would. Still, you kept your back straight, and your eyes looking ahead for much longer after he disappeared. You shed no tear, for even if was still so easy for you to cry, you wouldn't be the abandoned maiden, crying her despair alone in an ice castle.  

The wind picked up with your determination, snowflakes falling from the sky and frost spreading from the places you touched. Viego would come back to you, with or without his rightful queen. He would be back eventually, and the good thing about the cold is that it was unrelenting and patient.

[sovamurka]

Timebomb nation, once again I'm here to tell you about russian localisation's ekkojinx moments. When translating Tales of Runeterra's character lines our translators accidentally made a genius mistake and now Ekko has a nickname for Jinx. Try to guess which one. It's Bomb. Of course it's Bomb 💣

[sasoxichomoshi]

Headcanons i have for Nilah

~~ will be updated / edited ~~

No particular order, just vibes

1. her earrings were once owned by her mother

2. "The Cycle of Ashlesh" tale is not directly talking about water, it is about the cicle of death and life

3. nilah didnt defeat ashlesh alone, she had the help of a third entity

4. her hair is always at a semi humid condition (she deals with water after all)

5. she has a yellow bag with red details on it;

she uses it to carry her books and other interesting things she finds along the way

6. tears = water = ashlesh's domain

nilah cannot shed tears; she wont tear after a burst of laugh, she cant cry in pain

7. nilah boycotts soft drinks DRINK WATER STAY HYDRATED

8. nilah doesnt sleep

she closes her eyes, she rests, but she doesn't enter that deep state of relaxation that we know, she never truly turns off

9. that said, her preferred position is to lay down on her back

10. she doesn't like sushi

11. nilah and akshan are primos

12. nilah is 1,84

SG nilah is 1,82

13. nilah is 26 years old, she was 16 when she "disappeared"

Star guardian nilah was 17 when she took the oath

14.

15. SG AU nilah is genuinely oblivious to flirting (guess all that time alone in space didn't help)

16. nilah was *literally* a mother

17. nilah eye color should be purple in every universe

it is purple in base runeterra and star guardian

if not purple then green can be a second option (i like to think SF nilah has a mixture of both purple and green in both eyes) (please no blue)

18. SG AU nilah likes to paint her nails

she uses it as a distraction of her guardian duties since she spends a lot of time alone in space, it helps with concentration too :3

19. SF AU nilah is not blind

she gives the impression that she doesn't see a thing with that cloth on her face, just to whip the enemy ass the next moment

the thing is, nilah hides her face so she doesn't scare the traveling champions that get to the Lands Beyond; the price paid by nilah in this au upon making an agreement with the one eyed god probably modified her body, and this is something she will only show to those who deserve, or to those that are close enough to her...

20. nilah is the kind of person that starts a joke and never finishes it...

cause she will burst out laughing before getting to the end XD ok ok she will finish most jokes, but she definitely laughs at her own puns

[girlfox]

can we talk about how one of ahri's canon epithets is ❛ 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄, ❜ alongside being known as the soul devourer. it really speaks volumes towards the hardship and painful experiences she's gone through, and how she emerged from the gnarled roots of her shame & guilt like a spring blossom, open - hearted. ━━━ that is not to say she is completely absolved of these consuming feelings, but that ahri has learned how to become a conduit for this pain and alchemize it into healing others.

post - ruined king, ahri spent the following two months combing over the skeletal remains of her people's vault. an inkling of her hoped that their memories and knowledge weren't truly gone, somewhere in the back of her mind . . . but she had not committed her heart to laying these inquiries to rest in favor of saving the rest of runeterra simply to sulk in the shadows of ancient memories, scattered like dust to the breeze.

and so, ahri set out to the lands of runeterra she'd only heard of from traveler's tales and in picture books. for hundreds of years, she'd been content to reside within her forest and her forest alone ━━━ and truly, the fox still is, often taking heavily prolonged rests from her travels back in the familiarity of her abode. but there were new memories to create; she'd vowed it.

over the course of her journeys, ahri has bared herself against the numbing chill of the freljord, lighting tall fires for those caught in the snowfall and using her blessings to lull the sick into a pleasant dream before guiding their soul into the next realm. she would pull remnants of magic from the pine wood and elderberry shrubs, thanking them for sparing what little they had, to direct their life energy into the deep set wound of a warrior for hire. a life to protect a life.

the echoes of the monster fox have made a home in a dark corner of her mind, and it is a title she struggles with still as animal instinct rules her wholly. 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄, 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑; it is something she revels in, but something she refuses to allow to control her any longer. not when it really matters.