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romantic tropes i adore

sun and moon

princess and knight

death and the maiden

two royals in a political marriage both invested in the good of their kingdom that develop feelings for each other

one showing kindness and the other choosing to become kinder as well, as redemption

two damaged, vulnerable people swearing to protect each other no matter what

reincarnation, always

as much angst as possible with a happy ending, non-negotiable.

ancient morally neutral one swayed into love by young mortal upstart

going on a fairytale quest to save the other

turning into twin stars/flowers/hugging statues/etc even after dying

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It’s an open secret among her fellow orphans that she has and can use magic.

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Unless plotted ahead of time, all threads will be pre-flight (prior to the events of her short story). Further, I will still be taking cues of her desire to unite the realm against the threat of the void. Headcanons are being mentally adjusted but she’s still a major mom friend. She’s a bit less zealot-y with her goals, and has a bit more merchant tact in her, so this isn’t as strictly canon as it was before.

But, as always, this blog remains as soft and aesthetically uwu as possible. Baby girl vibes will always take hold here.

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Happy birthday to my precious baby, love of my life, the adult woman herself, Sona.

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It is wildly inappropriate to crush on my sister’s student, isn’t it...

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Sona Buvelle in Tellstones.

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Threads are now highly selective (not private because this is a sideblog ), asks are still open / semi-selective.

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heard my girl has new voicelines

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Very important.

Sona openly dances during rhythm mini games in Mario Party.

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𝒮𝓉𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝓂𝑜𝓋𝑒 

                            𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓅𝑒𝑜𝓅𝓁𝑒 𝒹𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓈.

ɪɴᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅᴇɴᴛ / ᴘʀɪᴠᴀᴛᴇ / ꜱᴇʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ꜱᴏɴᴀ ʙᴜᴠᴇʟʟᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʟᴇᴀɢᴜᴇ ᴏꜰ ʟᴇɢᴇɴᴅꜱ.

Ｗｒｉｔｔｅｎ　ｂｙ　Ｐ．Ｈ．

[ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴏ ʙʏ ᴠɪꜱʜᴋᴀ ]

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“No man is an island, entire of itself. Every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main; 

If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as any manner of thy friends or of thine own were; 

Any man’s death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind. And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; It tolls for thee." 

    - John Donne, 17th century.

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And so ask me not what my purpose is nor the reason that I am dauntless, valorous. Ask not of my steps tempered by dignity, ask not of my emboldened, hallowed refrain.

Ask me not from where my virtue comes from. Ask not where my eyes wander nor for whom my heart beats.

                     It is always for you.

                                        It has always been for you.

                                                                                                               ( All of you. )

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Sona ( “With No Last Name” ) Buvelle of League of Legends  | About. | 

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( Promo image commissioned from the lovely @demacianmage​ . ) Reblogs highly appreciated.

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My friend, Akali:

from the depths of her usually - cold demeanour a smile is plucked: being surrounded by such genuine warmth makes it difficult for her not to melt a little. her shoulders fall into a relaxed state as she stands before the instructor  –  or would she consider the woman a friend now? she was not accustomed to being invited over to another’s place simply to enjoy their company. usually those that offered one hand out for friendship would just as readily take from her with the other. this however… seemed different. sona was simply too positive to use someone else for her own gain  –  akali would never be convinced otherwise.

“  I can’t believe you really live like this,  ”  she hums, unable to stop herself from gazing at the decorations around her. never had she been in a place that elicited such positive emotions from her; was this what it felt like to have found herself inside a home?  “  it’s real nice, like some kinda fairytale cottage.  ”  fingertips tap at the tops of her thighs as thumbs rest on empty belt loops  –  conversation has never been her strong point, but she can’t help but try to distract herself from the anxiety of being in a new place alone. how long had it been since she’d had the chance to go places without a full entourage scurrying along behind her?

it was a surprise in itself that she had agreed to join the other for such an occasion  –  for once it wasn’t the promise of free food that had led her to make her decision. there was something about sona that simply drew her in; an endless stream of positive vibes that she didn’t want to pull away from. perhaps it was selfish of her to want to ride another’s wave of happiness rather than seek out her own. the gentle hum of music echoed around her head as she thought, calming her.  “  is that one of your pieces?  ”  her head raises in curiosity as she listens to the soft sounds. they resonate with her for some reason. despite all outward appearances, there was a piece of akali that wished to be at peace. to be free.

The smile Akali shows her emboldens Sona’s own as she leans in, half-lidded eyes brimming with warmth. She tilts her head, cheeks a little red from the praise, and distracts herself briefly by flipping a few pieces of meat on the metal plate. In the sometimes too dreary city, she had hoped to create a place that she was happy to come back to, even when empty. Most days, this was enough, and that it has warmed the heart of her companion and offered her the briefest respite is a pleasure.

“Can come over again - if you want.” The fragment of a sentence is drawn across the chalkboard, short out of necessity for speed and adorned with a small smiley face and a small heart. “I enjoy cooking.” She writes a little more, then draws an arrow from that phrase and scrawls out, “For others too,” circling and underlining that section so as to make it clear it is no imposition. Akali is more than welcome to come again, as long as there is advance notice.

She is in the midst of gesturing for Akali to grab some meat and cook it as well - the point is to grill together after all! - when Akali questions the music. Sona’s eyes widen a bit as she blinks, then grins owlishly, concealing a laugh with the back of her hand. That would be awfully narcissistic of her, wouldn’t it? It would be akin to erecting a statue of oneself in one’s foyer or creating a display case of one’s ‘best hits’ right in view of the entranceway. Though she is confident in her work, she has no need to aggrandize herself, nor does she need to satiate her ego. Such things were better left for private collections, and it would grow awfully dull hearing her own creations endlessly - akin to living in a crystalline cage constructed around oneself.

What she desired was color, color she could only get by experiencing and enriching herself in the lives of others. So she cools down her wistful, bemused smile and shakes her head. “I don’t play my own music at home. Sometimes at the studio.” They were songs, however, picked to maintain a sense of calm, whimsy, and comfort. “Neighbors would not like my collection of heavy metal.” She sticks her tongue out the slightest bit, then returns her attention to the grill, pushing a few small pieces onto Akali’s plate for her to try. “Eat! It’s good. ♡ ”

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She fundamentally shares a similar goal to Bard.

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In light of the new VO, I am proud to say... no changes are necessary.

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Tentative notes on Modern. ( Thank you to @shikaal for helping with this. )

Disillusioned with the state of social services, which she aspired to do good within post her upbringing in the system.

( Lestara’s position within this setting is not solidified. )

Mid 20′s ( tentatively 24 )

Strong capacity for management and accounting, as a parallel to her skill as a merchant. Disillusioned by the roadblocks to change and the culture of “mutually using each other” / “scratching each other’s back”, left the system entirely.

She is one of those people who believes that if some jobs ought to be done by only those who have a passion for it. If you do not care about children, do not work in child services. That ‘obvious’ feeling was proven wrong and left her seriously jaded.

Music is part of her life. Tentatively, she does cooking / music livestreaming. Music is probably what put her through college, but its full impact in her life is as of yet unknown. She’s a little too modest about her skills, but not so humble. She won’t bring it up, but she will honestly state that she’s good at what she does.

After leaving large business and non-profit, she decided to decrease her scale. Rather than the system, just improving the local situation was plenty.

Now does two jobs. She feels slightly guilty for quitting and ‘abandoning people who needed her’ / ‘not having as much of an impact’, but she is just one woman. And she still thinks of community welfare.

Paints murals in the city. Her specialty is bringing a sense of vibrancy and wonder forward, contradicting the greys of urban planning to try and bring refreshing views. Also coordinates with officials ( using her knowledge from city services days ) to organize and procure mural spaces for community use.

Teaches yoga / meditation / self-care in a studio she rents out for classes.  Tentatively functions like this:

She typically gets the aid of someone to help call out any important information and will guide and correct posture as necessary.

After the mandatory yoga / meditation that is part of the class comes ‘pull out the super soft cushions’ time, where people can lie down and just listen and relax for some time. Destressing is important. There’s also time after for talking about problems people are having if they want.

I described this as  "24 year old ex musician & social welfare worker turned painter/yoga instructor"

The biggest, warmest smile that beams upon you when she sees you.

Will cut you out of her life in an instant if you attempt to take advantage of her. She refuses to be used or be anyone’s tool.

Extras / Parallels from mainverse

Her hobby of painting and the murals she painted in her home in mainverse are reflected with painted walls in her apartment as well.

Her skill as a merchant from mainverse is reflected in her work in accounting and management in this verse.

Continues to be someone who believes strongly in “not using others and not being used” and that “being kind is just the right thing to do.”

Lacking the zealotry and ambition to defend Runeterra from the Void, her convictions and relentlessly high standards are lessened.

Her skill as a cook remains. Due to her upbringing and her belief that food brings people together, she knows dishes from a variety of cultures, similar to mainverse.

Still often uses a chalkboard or tablet to communicate with writing instead of using TTS.

Is still the type to invite people over on a whim for a friendly dinner.

Suspiciously perfect. No one’s that well-adjusted, are they...?

Can still make you feel like you’re the most important person in the world.

Her apartment is furnished in such a way as to give her a feeling of liveliness, comfort, and refreshment. I’ll put a quote as I’d described it below the read more. Please give it a read.

From [this thread with shikaal’s Akali]

She laughs the same way the chimes that hang from her curtains do, softly, fading, easily forgotten and almost inaudible. [...] Fairy lights are strung across the walls and ceiling, illuminating the kitchen and living room in a glow as warm as her gaze. Murals cover her walls, depicting the oceans and the furthest forests - even the door to her room is styled as a doorway between two joined trees, a pathway to somewhere magical.

Even the large windows by the far end of the apartment are decorated with hanging pieces of colored glass, filling the floor with shimmering twists and turns of color and light. The music that always plays in her home continues even now, mixing sounds of waves and chimes that seem to melt into something else ethereal and iridescent - perhaps more so than the stained glass. Sona swears it is only because the house gets so silent otherwise, and perhaps for the same reason, her expression blooms. [...]

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                                 i summon forth the wounded night                                   and cast a single little magic spell                                      and just like that, we can fly !

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               At low tide we spotted a mermaid with distant eyes upon the jagged rocks. Take a deep breath and a few go down in blue cold waters I will swim past you. What enchanted me as our tall ships crashed through THE WAVES are the sea green eyes of the mermaid sea. For she is the first one of her tribe to dare WALK by the dry lands with a human form that was given to her—- in order to complete her quest to safe her people from the deep and see them again ONE DAY. Protecting her own kind and those she cares about, FROM THE NASCENT UNTIL HER DEATH.

               Nami, the Tidecaller from league of legends—- featuring a human form and many other verses, loved by Ariel.