#deathdevotion

Ivern rents out his guest room to Jhin, and they keep a very cute home together. Filled with plants and art and handmade furniture. 

Ivern’s instagram posts are updates on his garden, recipes, WIP pictures of his furniture building, etc. He replies to every comment and calls his followers his honorary grandchildren. 

Leona  unclasps  her  shield  from  its  place  on  her  back  &  holds  it  before  her  body.  Only  with  her  blade  in  hand  would  she  ever  dream  of  approaching  such  an  abomination,  &  approach  her  she  does.  Golden  eyes  remain  trained  on  the  other,  barely  blinking  as  she  steps  slowly.

❛   Wherefore  hast  thee  cometh  here,  defiler?   ❜

there is absolutely no reason for tianna to care about some barely-related crownguard dude but riot rly went Okay. Our Collective Brains And Meat Are Huge. Look At This: L O R E

i bet you she picked one of the strongest swordsmen just so there won’t a sentence that has ‘ defeat ‘ and ‘ crownguard’ together in it. she could care less for the rest. she is a giant douche when it comes for the “ name “, that i have already figured out. she doesn’t remotely care about the guy who had his ‘ heart broken ‘ rather than for having the name denied.

     It’s less of a threat, and more of a promise, when it comes from Camille Ferros’ lips.

     Irelia has never given an outright no to the prospect of danger. It’s like a glint of gold just out of reach, the edge of a cliff just a little too far to jump to. It’s the spice placed on a five course meal that life likes to serve up from time to time, to keep it from being stale. For years Irelia has built her career, her reputation, on her skill at confronting danger and coming out the winner.

     But maybe this time she’s in over her head, caught in the middle of her escape route, with her extraction team just a couple of minutes away. Part of Irelia figures that if Lady Ferros really wanted her, she wouldn’t need to bring up these sorts of ultimatums.

      So, despite the circumstances, a small smile begins to creep up on Irelia’s lips.

      “Do you want a race then, Lady Ferros?”

     She looks to the end of the alleyway, the exit bathed in shadow. Who knows what the master of the house might have waiting for her?

“ Please tell me you have special items to prevent your.. ‘legs’, from destroying wooden floors. “ Camille was. . much much taller than stories of her told, though that being said, not much cared to describe the stature of the woman in front of her, and any gods that dared listen to her prayers to have Camille be in a good mood. 

“ Fiora, Laurent. “ Her hand stuck out like a sore thumb, uncharacteristic of the duelist famed for her composure in high profile meetings. Maybe it was the setting. Large rooms painted to look like a lair made for a king wasn’t her choice of first meets, but here she was. 

                The lights of the street lamps overhead were too bright to be able to see the stars that were beginning to dot the evening sky, but that was not what Orianna had come to see. Perhaps it was foolish to dwell on the memories of her life before she had become a marvel of clockwork, but she could not help but feel a draw to them nonetheless, like some invisible tether she could not truly understand was pulling her back. Could it have been the faint ghost of sentimentality that she could remember but not feel herself anymore? Possibly. It was strange to exist as she did, with her memories haunting her and the desire to simply feel some kind of peace with herself. She had been and a part of her remains to be Orianna Reveck, but she was not the human woman of her past. 

                Still, she would linger in places that been important to Oianna Reveck, to herself. Her mechanical body ticks with sharp turns as she tilts her head back to look up at the old theater house where she had enjoyed watching ballet performances. She recalls feeling a deep fondness for the place, the memory warm in her mind as she tried to turn it about within her own conscious to understand it. Orianna feels as if she has become an observer of her own life, like she was looking in on memories that she knew were hers but felt so distant now, like they didn’t truly belong to her. The memories of this theater would not leave her as of late, so here she was.

uhhhh ur writing god tier tho :/ :\ :/ :

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Okay, first one obviously has to be Vi/Caitlyn.

For me personally, it’s as good as canon. It’s the most trusting, loving and balanced ship I could think of for Caitlyn at this point. Not only because of the years they’ve known each other, but especially because for a workaholic like the sheriff, the quickest way to into her heart is to work with her as well.

They work together like a clockwork, despite their different approaches in literally everything. And that bleeds through to their relationship in general.