#talon/yasuo

[no-shxme]

Hello all, just posted a new Talon fic so I'm obligated to pop in and post about it pfpfpf. I've finally revisited writing Sett/Talon/Yasuo !

"Improvise"

Soul fighter sett/talon/yasuo, ft trans talon.

6.5k words (complete one-shot)

PWP (all smut)

Ao3 Link

if you read it, enjoy!

[aurelion-solar]

Chroma Splash Art from LoL CN

Star Guardian Orianna - Rose Quartz

Star Guardian Sona - Rose Quartz

Faerie Court Lux - Sapphire

Battle Academia Katarina - Formal

Inkshadow Yasuo - Catseye

Inkshadow Yone - Sapphire

Dawnbringer Vayne - Rainbow

Dragonblade Talon - Meteorite

Worlds 2023 Renekton - Destined

Soul Fighter Gwen - Rose Quartz

[icarus-mp3]

[thomas-jefferson-miku-binder]

reblog to reach more people! <3

also feel free to justify your choice in the tags

[zileans-big-cl0ck]

Hii, if ya feel up to it could you write some comforting headcanons for Yasuo and Talon? They need some good hugs but honestly what league champion doesn't

(if you feel like writing for others too go for it, I like to read anything you make)

✦–Comforting them headcanons.✦ (SFW)

✦Hurt/comfort, because they also deserve a hug. A lot of hugs. Every single one of them.

✧ prompt: ✧ hurt/comfort.

✧ champions: ✧ Talon, the Blade’s Shadow; Yasuo, the Unforgiven; Cassiopeia, the Serpent’s Embrace.

✧ reader: ✧ gender neutral.

✧ author’s note: ✧ oh, dear readers and anons, you don’t even know how appreciated I feel whenever you send me some positive energy or compliments, haha! Every time it’s so adorable, I couldn’t feel any better. Thank you for everythig, especially since english is not my first language, so. I basically have no idea what I am doing. Ah, but apart of this anecdote, the reader is really into self care, but I think it shouldn’t be a problem since we are doing a comforting post.

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✦Talon, the Blade’s Shadow.

He left his blade by the door, because he would never want you to see it in the comforting space of your home, begrimed with blood and disgustingly obscure.

He has lost his prey. His target fleed - he failed; he didn’t manage to complete the only merit of his life that he truly named his own, his passion and devotion, the thing he has been created to do.

If he fails in something so elementary, a thing fankled into his soul and his whole being, an aspect pierced into his heart, then what is his worth?

You spotted his inconvenient posture imidiately, sensing an unnatural twist in his mood, so used to his everyday harshness, enriched by a little bit of sweetness towards only your person. But this time he was different - apathetic with stilted aura of dullness around. Talon let himself tiredly slide on your shared bed, ignoring you just because of the guilt that has been oppressing his heart.

And you, instead of letting him perish alone, you offered him your silent comfort - just yourself by his side. You sat there, your head on his shoulder, gentle touch of your hand on his back, maybe even the tip of your fingers making little circles, massaging.

You asked him what happened, though for the most of the following time you remain quiet, relishing the moment, only you two as the centre of the universe.

But he still felt the enveloping sensation of the failed mission, a feeling he had never experienced before; he has dishonoured his sacred mission. Should he be allowed to feel comforted after a mistake so unforgivable? If he could, he would wear the disgrace as a punishment, visible and vociferous, so everyone would see his shamefull attempts to find comfort in someone else, unworthy of it and pathetic.

Talon was always a mysterious person, but you were like a stronghold for him - it wasn’t a long time until you heard these thoughts of his vocalized out loud, honest and brutal. He murmured them into your ear, while you listened silently, cherishing this sacred moment of his true, intimate self, the person behind the blade.

His thoughts seemed like a form of self-flagellation, noxious and malign. Something pitiful that made your eyes wet, little droplets settling on your eyelashes.

You couldn’t listen to him anymore, saying those denigrating and disgusting statements about himself. All it was untrue, made from the years of abandonment and loneliness, and you were positive to cure it.

But how many times more will you hear him saying that his name doesn’t matter? That as an assasin he is not a human being - he is just a blade that cuts efficiently, deeply and terminally.

“I couldn’t wish for a better person in my life than you, love.” You beggined with you voice brittle, like you were telling him a unconfronted secret. “There is nothing that could make me feel even slightly different. I love you the same amount, as you should love yourself.”

Your words were prosaic, menial. But these were honest promises of adoring him countlessly times, endlessly and for eons, until he comprehends the feelings you wanted him to nurse not only for you, but also himself.

And at some point Talon chuckled, though it wasn’t a sign of joy - it was depressing, unnatural. He tried assuring you that it wasn’t a problem big enough to enwrap you, his beloved one, in - but you could sense his poignant sadness running through his body, just like you could feel his pulsing heart or heavy breath.

You promised him to dedicate to him all of your time, just to assure Talon in his human ability to make mistakes, even so meaningful; to help with his low esteem, even if he firmly disagreed to have anything to do with the mythical term of the mentioned ’low esteem’.

You wrapped your hands around him, tigh and lovely, planning on imprisoning him in a cage made of adoration from someone, who could gave him the comfort he deserved.

Talon left his blade by the door as a symbol of rejection - he rejected the person beyond this place, the one who covered his face with a hood, exchanging him for a more relaxed one, the one made from flesh and honest feelings, the real ones, the right ones, and the absolutely normal ones.

✦Yasuo, the Unforgiven.

As we know, Yasuo escaped Ionia after the unfortunate tragedy that led him despair.

He was lost and longing for a company, though he stated out loud that he didn’t want anyone nerby - he was still too fragile, still in shock of the brutal act he allowed himself to do, bewildered, horrified by himself.

He didn’t want to hurt another human being again. He didn’t want to accompany yet another person, only to betray them nor to give up on them. Another loose would be too painful, too demolishing.

For them, of course. He thought he could handle all of this crushing on his mind.

But Yasuo wouldn’t survive seeing his acquaintance being betrayed by him, once again.

He wasn’t eager to befriend new people here, in Bilgewater; he didn’t seek anyone particular. You found him by yourself, and soon became his only comfort in those times, only way to drift his depressing thoughts away.

And even though it was admirable, your acts of desperate tries, as he considered you as the most valued person in his life, you knew he shouldn’t be feeling so much pain. It could broke even the toughest weilder. His nailed heart pulsing right in his chest was aching and trying to free itself every time Yasuo bestowed you with his deep, sad eyes.

He suffered in silence, though he claimed that you were the only cure for this desease that was gutting his body.

You could name this curse - it was guilt in its purest form. And you were determined to free Yasuo from it.

At some point, he must have opened himself before you, render a vivisection of himself, show you his insides and the putridity that has enveloped his heart and soul. Something you should despise, scream and shout at the sight of, bewildered and cheesed.

But instead of pushing him away as he expected, almost desired, instead of feeling overwhelmed by the emotions he had dropped on your shoulders, you hugged him tightly, the words of comfort pouring from your mouth.

”That wasn’t your fault.” ”You regret this, and you are not the same person you were back then.” ”That was an accident.” ”You are always there for me - let me be here for you now.”

So he declaimed the weight of the world like a poem. About his past and his brother, who has lose to his blade in the accident. You cried with him, mixing your own tears with his own, brushing his problems and concerns off.

You couldn’t even imagine how deeply was he hurt. But humans tend to crawl for the concept of empathetic co-suffering; it makes them feel understood and is crutial when it comes to comforting, therefore it was enough for him: getting the heavy burden off his own mind, sharing it to the world, admitting that he had commited something unforgivable.

You forgave him, though he has never hurted you. But any mercy given from a human being was a relief for Yasuo.

✦Cassiopeia, the Serpent’s Embrace.

Cassiopeia didn’t need your comfort. She despised it. It made her look pathetic and weak, even if she already looked miserable as half a serpent.

But she was a proud woman, a lover of many in her halcyon days of glory. Everyone longed for her and everyone needed her like an antidote for a deadly poison. It was a desire not in a lovely, romantic way, but in a frantic, melodramatic and amusing form of begging for sparing a life.

She manipulated the whole nation of pathetic Noxians into her hands, toyed with them on one of her palms, treating those little figures like ants, just simple pawns on the board that she created from her life. She would be considered infantile if anyone knew what a little mouse wanted to adhere to her, hug her scaled waist and tell her that… she deserved love.

Of course she did! You should have seen her when she was still human, not an abomination, just a twisted figure of her past self.

”No, I am not thinking like this of myself, little mouse. Do not approach me, we can bargain from a distance-”

She would admire your confidency with honesty, if only you weren’t so… clingy. Your hugged her in a devoted way that spoke without words - that you will always follow her as her dearest worshipper, even if she turned into something more fearsome than a half-snake. Even if she turned into a sculpture, you would attend her every day.

Cassiopeia indeed had to admit to herself, in her own convoluted way of a serpent, that your confession made her feel better. Like she had one person that was truly her admirer, not just another human she led on and wrapped around her claw, ready to allure and use. And that her little mouse was kind of adorable; more like a pet, but at least a faithful one.

It was a change of perspectives for her, a phenomenon that made her smile softly, her hand slidding from the top of your head to your back, where she pushed you closer, admiring and loving.

[mercless]

🗡 riot and their sibling dramas

[necrophiliak]

[bewitchedleague]

Yasuo and Talon receiving comfort.

a/n; These two characters require a great deal of comfort, and I'll be happy to provide it. Requested work.

Yasuo

    There were days when your swordsman would want nothing more than to hide from the world within his room, but you understood exactly why. It was no secret that Yasuo was troubled by his own history. Despite being strong, skilled with a sword, and experienced in battle, he nevertheless carries the human need to be cherished and desired. All he wants from you is a shoulder to cry on and soft touches on his face as you murmur him sweet nothings. Thanking you for being who you are and for not leaving him alone, he embraces you like you're made of glass. Yasuo dislikes being this vulnerable, but when it does, he discovers that he appreciates the comfort and security you give him by simply being there. You don't even need to say anything; he doesn't expect you to be able to solve his problems from the past. All he really wants is a lover who will be there for him through good times and bad, who will listen to him and still love him. He would initially be quite obstinate in the beginning of the relationship and keep you at a distance by insisting that nothing was wrong with him while he was obviously out of it. He felt scared at that particular moment. What if he frightened you off? or worse still? No. He couldn't bear to experience that sorrow once more, and he couldn't afford to lose another loved one in his life. But in the end, he realized he was precisely where he wanted to be and where he needed to be as he lay there in bed with you, his head resting on your chest while you ran your fingers through his unruly hair. A morning to die for.

Talon

    Being a cold-blooded killer required giving up your own inner peacefulness. Talon would frequently experience nightmares about the people he had killed, and the weight of his blood-stained hands followed him wherever he went. He made multiple attempts to deal with it on his own, but he was never successful since he lived his life under the assumption that it was merely a disadvantage of being a member of the Du Couteau family. He had never known love and gentleness before, not even as a child, so when it came from you, he wasn't sure how to react because this was something he had never experienced before. Talon was brought up to believe that feelings like love were weaknesses to take advantage of or were just a distraction from one's main purpose. He just didn't get it. But right now, after experiencing a night terror, he does. His normally stiff muscles begin to relax during the embrace, and he can sense protection, caring, and perhaps even love? He is at a loss for words; his only response is to give you another hug while placing his face in the crook of your neck. His back is covered in wounds from the countless battles he has endured; you can see them all and feel them when you gently hum to calm him. He didn't require words; all he required was this: a drop of love in his sea of hopelessness.

Do not copy or translate my works.

[popawritter12]

I am curious can I request this scenario. What if all the darlings in the blood moon au meet.

Author's notes: Don't ask, I explain the reason for so much absence in another publication.

Dreams

The world of dreams; so deep, lost, and even confused in their own essence, they were lost, searching for something specific. Something that should never have been seen in itself.

The clash between claws and flesh along with the terror reflected in the faces of others; Is this ostentatious, at the same time disgusting dream, a simple memory of the group's misery?

—So… he's the new one, right? —The question escaped from the one who arrived second —, it doesn't look very… Good.

—I heard that the one who was chasing him was the same one who brought the demons to this world.

—Poor man. —The second hunter mentioned, observing the first, distant memories of his childhood take him back to the day when his demon condemned him.

—He had the worst fate of all. —-The dancer whispered, taking the porcelain cup between his delicate fingers.

—Who would have thought that he would have to become that demon? — Whispered the second arrived, before taking the plate in his hands.

The inveterate fight, stained by the strong emotion suffered by the first hunter, caused, in part, a great surprise on the part of the first.

—Seriously, you're a damn bastard… —The first one whispered, the edge of the blade barely managing to collide with the demon's skin—, not even Talon was as savage as you in fights.

The demon growled, a mitigating memory crashing into his delicate, corrupt mind.

Talon…that name, that nickname, that demon. Why was the hunter mentioning it?

—It seems you recognize his name, huh? —The hunter pushed the demon with a thrust, finally managing to cut his cheek, causing the demon to recoil—you must know a lot about the cult to recognize it.

The demon screamed something unintelligible, before taking his head; wounded, he remembered the countless books he read, the sleepless nights turning each page and researching with as much passion as that of an expert butcher tracing newly arrived calf meat.

—That… damn motherfucker. —his own demonic voice reminded him of what Pyke did to him, causing a scream to escape his lips.

—He's already remembering what he did to him.

—It must hurts him a lot. —the dancer whispered, sighing.

—Especially when someone he trusted ended up doing that to him. —The second hunter mentioned, his gaze traveling over the detailed outline of the demon's body, a grotesque vision for his eyes and a coarse memory of what today was the perpetrator of it.

Was this a simple punishment for them for their previous life or for the sins they had committed? They are not going to know, Or at least none of them know it and much less will the demon who was still committing with claws and teeth looking for an answer looking for a result to what he foolishly thought will end well to what some once he called a friend, now it turned out to be a super nightmare, it turned out to be the person who condemned him to this horrible life and now even in his dreams, which were the only moments in which he could remember his life as a traveling salesman who was guided by singing, it turned out to be a memory. more than what he now was: a demon, a creature that lost all connection with his human side and desperately searches for some trace to become himself again to find that lost side that was taken from him and cruelly killed by that demon.

—I guess we all make the same mistake, —the second whispered, before sighing with some pain, nostalgic, so to speak.

—Don't make me into your mistakes —the first one shouted, before managing to take the chain in his hands, with subtle preparation, he managed to tie the demon, although receiving a scratch on his left eye —, Talon chased me because he's a selfish bastard, if he decided to trust a Blood Moon demon, then he must have paid the price.

The dancer looked at him, a hint of disgust appeared on his face.

—How great did the price have to be, that took even his humanity with it? —The young man questioned, before lowering his gaze. The loneliness he felt throughout his life was such that it forced him to invoke a demon, to look for some humanity behind the superficial life of the stage. The dancer turned around when he saw the hunter, and only had that brave look that few others had. times in his life — and you know well that none of us thought that a demon could fall in love.

—You dealt with cultists —the first hunter complained, before kicking the body of the bound demon —, both he and I dealt with fucking demons.

—And that's why I thought you had a little more empathy —the third whispered, before continuing to drink the tea —, but I was wrong."

—Brave of you to assume that I will have empathy for a moron. —the hunter responded abruptly.

—What did we say about saying bad words?

—Talon lets me say them.

—We are not demons.

—AND?

As the argument between the first hunter and the dancer intensifies, the second hunter approaches the demon, who, in pain, tr

He tries to push him away by growling, but the second hunter settles down in front of him, ready to speak.

—Don't tell me you're going to try to talk to him.

—Stop being unbearable.

—Only when you stop acting like a mother.

—Shut up —the second hunter complained, before seeing the demon again—, hello, you must be the singer of that religion.

The demon growled, showing its pointed teeth, yellowish and with traces of fresh blood.

—I saw you once, you were known as “the angel of the Andes,” right? —The second hunter asked, his serene voice invading the mind of the corrupted singer —. Truth be told, it seemed like every place you went in Runeterra was unique because of your presence alone.

The second hunter brought back bitter memories for the poor singer, from the first places where people first heard his voice, to the last place he had visited. Bitter smiles on his face countless times, tears from the emotion of each visit, even anger at seeing the state of the people whose leaders were as selfish as that demon, like that son of a bitch who ruined his life.

The more he mentioned it, the more he elaborated or his way of telling what it was like for the hunter to listen to the jugs of pure love for music brings to life the bitter return to the past; knowing that he couldn't come back. And his soul begged to return, to return even for a small second to that place that had brought him so much happiness.

But he only managed to sob; His voice seemed to return slowly, but the clock in the distance announced the time of his farewell; the mental break was over, and now they all had to return to that comic tragedy of life.

And yet, in the distance, a man with a leather backpack on his back and a smile of happiness spread in his eyes as he hummed songs from his childhood, looks at the clock, a rustic shape reminds him of his home, of his city. , but, even more importantly, it reminds him that his search for his destiny was still in the midst of development,

And the farewell began; with a look of some anger, but a certain affection —which the few present there knew how to differentiate—was reflected in that look. They still remember how comforting it was to know that even for a second of their lives, they could rest, they could give their tormented souls a little break from their stressful and painful lives.

While the perpetrators slowly approach their victims again, misnamed "loves", they do not even manage to give words to the poor humans who woke up again.

While the dancer returned to see the burly man with a serene but at the same time always annoyingly calm face, a bitter but resigned grimace spreads across his face full of dark circles. The first hunter wakes up violently because he feels an extra weight on his chest; The demon had jumped like a puppy towards his owner, and when his cursed laughter reached the hunter's ears, he only clicked his tongue, annoyed, but helpless. And the second hunter observed the swordsman, the question of his dream comforts him a little; He knew that of all of them, he had gotten the least invasive of all.

And the last of all, the poor last of all, only woke up to see that, once again, the mysterious demon that had caused him so much pain was almost on top of him, asking again and again how he was doing, or why he was asleep.

It was strange, especially knowing that the dream seemed to revive the human side of him like he had never seen before.

And in a fit of forceful rage, the singer leaped again at the demon, his claws appearing again. And the cooker, the only one who didn't seem to understand the reason for the dream, woke up with a letter next to him; blood stains giving the shape of a heart while a smell of excellent quality perfume adorned with a bouquet of well-cared-for flowers send a chill down your spine.

Who would have put that there?

[luvlyycy]

braiding yasuo's hair actually

[twinktosterone]

List of League Champions that are Trans

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Akali

Akshan

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[umbane]

Whew, and with that, I think our FINAL EPISODE of 𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐑 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐑 is drawing to a close! Before we get into the judgements, I think we should give our contestants, our crew, and of course our beloved emperor a big round of applause for putting on such an incredible production. But we couldn't have done it without our unwilling viewers at home, so give yourself a round of applause yourself for tuning in and making this show such a hit! Thank you everyone for such an incredible time!

And of course, it wouldn't be an emperor-sponsored event without a party! I've just been informed that the next two days are booked off for one of Kayn's Glorious Celebratory Raves! All contestants and crew are invited, as well as some of the biggest names from across the galaxy! How ... exciting!

But, without further ado, let's get to the scoreboard and tally out our winner, shall we?

AHRI +10 (115), EZREAL +10 (107), EVELYNN +10 (114), MORGANA +10 (78), YASUO +10 (85), IRELIA +8 (95), ZED +10 (112), TALON +9 (80)

Well, there you have it, folks! The battle was neck and neck, but of course there can be only one winner! Though, with a party just on the horizon, aren't we all the winners? Hahaha, just kidding, there's only one, and it's ... miss AHRI! Why don't you step up and await your emperor? Everyone give her a round of applause! And I think there's someone here to see you...

A spotlight turns on, revealing none other than the emperor himself, dressed in glistening gold to match his augments. He strides forward, reaching out his hands for Ahri's to take, then kisses the backs of her hands, regal and proper. Then, in front of everyone, Kayn grabs Ahri's face and kisses her on the mouth, to thunderous applause. Where did the audience come from ... ?

Awww, how sweet! Congratulations once again, and THANK YOU to everyone who came out, and we'll see you next time on 𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐑 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐑! Now, on to the party!

[definitelynotscott]

belated but. wrt that post with the much $ younger lux supporting a scrungly out of a soulcrushing job. who would it be. talon? sylas? darius somehow? another?

Listen, if you can ignore me being belated, I can ignore you being belated. We good?

My usual picks are Darius and Talon, and this situation would be no exception. Probably leaning more toward Darius just because he's older than Talon and if we go with Draven as the younger sibling he was trying to support that could slot into the "single dad" vibe.

I could probably also work with Yasuo or Xin Zhao (in the sense that I'm not actually doing any work here besides rotating characters in my brain).

[bikmui]

chest + REVERSE @fcrgiven teehee

.loud & deafening silence | @fcrgiven | accepting

❛   chest .   place  your  head  on  my  muse’s  chest .   

Golden were the predator's eyes.

And though his prey did watch in turn, he was not the one backed; defiance held together with bark and the old growth of sturdy trunk.

He had wondered (errant little things, thoughts) how that stubbled jaw would feel beneath his fingers. For he was familiar - perhaps all too so - with worn leather and cold steel; with cooling blood and spilt flesh. But Yasuo's blood remained safely within his veins, and his skin remained knitted across his face.

Rough, he decided, but not unpleasantly so.

Still, those eyes watched him. Though he did not shrink from his gaze; would not back down from the challenge; something inside him fluttered too in response. Squirmed, as though his gaze could reach into him and touch that thing yet unnamed.

As though he could be seen and known, soft in the head as Yasuo had proven himself to be.

And that sweet hand of his, scarred with the memories of blades and perfection, fell lower still, following his neck to rest at the hollow of his neck. Loosely, it lay there, though the promise remained. And those predator eyes dared him too - to challenge him; give him a reason to choke the life from him and leave him for dead amidst the purple-leafed trees and the shade of whispering ghosts.

Instead, he laughed; the fond, deep chuckle that brought colour to his cheeks and something akin to frustration deep within him. Yes, frustration indeed! That he would dare look at him, as though he could with eyes alone cut away shadow and steel and ghosts and memories and find him, raw and bleeding.

"Tch." He clicked his tongue and looked away as his hand fell lower still.

Aflame did those predator eyes burn, when his gaze turned back; hand over his beating chest as still that promise coiled. For though he was a blade, so too was his hand and so too was his self and so too was the blade beside him. And beneath his hand lay the infuriating, maddening heart through which this infuriating, maddening man's blood flowed.

And oh, how simple it would be, to carve it out. Would he laugh the way he does, then? Would he eyes stay maddeningly; infuriatingly kind, as though he was taking Talon apart instead?

Would he curse him; call him a Noxian dog and haunt him for ever?

Gods, those eyes could take him apart.

And so, his palm left the infuriating, maddening, beat of his heart to instead cover his eyes; save him from the scrutiny of being seen.

Perhaps it was the boldness; the bravery of no longer being seen; that spurred him on. For it was but a breath between then and now.

Now, as the beating of Yasuo's heart echoed in his skull; ear pressed against bare chest and something that was akin to frustration once more colouring his cheeks. For the man was a mystery and though Talon knew many and had seen through many more, he somehow could not know Yasuo.

Not as the gentle knowing and the kind hands taking him apart; bloody and bleeding and raw and exposed; eluded him.

But here. Here beneath his ear lay the heart of a man who could be killed. Who would die if Talon's blade, angled just so, sliced through skin and sinew and viscera. And who would know, if the shades would not mourn him? If Talon, too, would not mourn the foolish swordsman who once stopped to aid a Noxian stranger?

And instead, there was a hand upon his head, and worn fingers carding through unkempt hair.

And golden were those predator eyes, though they closed.

And Talon was still.

[zileans-big-cl0ck]

✦–Masterlist.✦

✦Demosthenes’ works from the League of Legends & Valorant fandoms. Enjoy, stay hydrated and remember - you are gorgeous <3.

✦Aatrox, the Darkin Blade:

✧Aftercare headcanons (NSFW)

✦Camille, the Steel Shadow:

✧General headcanons (SFW & NSFW)

✦Cassiopeia, the Serpent’s Embrace:

✧Comforting them headcanons (SFW)

✦Jhin, the Virtuoso:

✧Random headcanons (SFW & NSFW)

✧Dark Star Jhin x reader short story/headcanons (SFW)

✦Kayn, the Shadow Reaper:

✧How do they show that they trust you (SFW)

✧Dirty talk (NSFW)

✧Aftercare headcanons (NSFW)

✦Mordekaiser, the Iron Revenant:

✧NSFW Alphabet: B+I (NSFW)

✦Nasus, the Curator of the Sands:

✧NSFW Alphabet: N+A+S+U (NSFW)

✦Pyke, the Bloodharbor Ripper:

✧How do they show that they trust you (SFW)

✧General headcanons (SFW & NSFW)

✦Sett, the Boss:

✧Sett with a younger brother who has healing powers (SFW)

✦Shen, the Eye of Twilight:

✧How do they show that they trust you (SFW)

✧Dirty talk (NSFW)

✦Swain, the Noxian Grand General:

✧SFW Alphabet: S+W+A+I+N (SFW)

✦Talon, the Blade’s Shdadow:

✧Dirty talk (NSFW)

✧Comforting them headcanons (SFW)

✦Thresh, the Chain Warden:

✧How do they show that they trust you (SFW)

✧Dirty talk (NSFW)

✧Aftercare headcanons (NSFW)

✦Vex, the Gloomist:

✧Vex with a partner who genuinely loves her (SFW)

✦Yasuo, the Unforgiven:

✧Comforting them headcanons (SFW)

✦Zed, Master of Shadows:

✧How do they show that they trust you (SFW)

✧Dirty talk (NSFW)

✧Aftercare headcanons (NSFW)

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— SHIPPING INFO

answer the following for your muse so people know how shipping works on your blog.

WHAT IS YOUR OTP FOR YOUR CHARACTER?

i don't think i have one (1) otp but also. kayn/irelia my beloved (hi cyn 😘).

HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE?

i don't really have a problem with big age gaps as long as the two characters are adults and met as adults. but honestly i'm not a fan of shipping irelia with much older characters because i feel there'd be a big maturity gap and that's an issue for me

HOW FAR DO STEAMY MOMENTS HAVE TO GO BEFORE THEY ARE CONSIDERED NSFW?

hmmm it really depends on the content? honestly i just prefer to be on the safe side and tag things as nsfw even when it's mostly suggestive?

ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING?

more or less. i need to feel comfortable with the other writer and there's gotta be chemistry/make sense for my muse. but i'm also very open to plotting romantic relationships rather than just going with the flow, especially if we're friends, so like? not that selective? i'll be very honest i think romance is SO much fun to explore in writing, i love shipping idc i'm cringe but i'm free

WHO ARE OTHER CHARACTERS YOU SHIP YOUR CHARACTER WITH?

sett. but also i think talon and riven could both be interesting, depending on how it's done. also akali!!! i think irelia and akali could be really good actually. could mayhaps see yone or yasuo or sona or ahri. i don't know i think there's a lot that could work with her and i'm really always open to different ships if they happen when writing and ultimately it depends a lot on how those characters are written and how well i think they'd match with how i write irelia like conceptually i think those have potential but i'm also really. kinda picky? with it actually working for me or not, it's not just bc someone is writing one of those muses that it'd work is what i mean, i guess

DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU?

not necessarily, although openly suggesting you're interested in shipping is actually nice for me because even when i can see it i'm often like oh i don't wanna come across as pushing for that even if it makes sense for how this interaction is going so like. asking is not necessary, it can happen naturally, but i am 100% fine with someone asking as long as they're also fine with the possibility i'll say no, and talking about it actually makes me far less anxious

WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE SHIP IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM?

to make the answer different, on top of the ones i mentioned in zed's blog... tf/graves. lb/swain/vlad. akalynn (that's han's influence tbh). j4/shyvana my beloved i could go on about it for DAYS i love them sm... senna/lucian. kalista/ledros. nidalee/neeko. there's honestly so many league ships i like

FINALLY, HOW DOES ONE SHIP WITH YOU?

dm me nicely to talk about the dynamics you can see. or send me memes that indicate that interest when i rb those prompts about wanted dynamics. knock on my door and yell HI MEL DO YOU SEE THIS SORT OF RELATIONSHIP BC I KINDA DO! or grab me by the throat and say you wanna ship with me, that also works.

tagged by: @seekslight ty 💕