#finalsparke

@ezplure​ faltered:     hi u know i would absolutely DIE for ur darius, he could crush me nd i'd thank him! ok but like.... ur writing is always so fluid, always so gorgeous, like everything from the way u describe his actions or his thoughts and his dialogue!!!! rly makes darius come to life, like i can Hear his voice in ur dialogue (nd i always get flashbacks 2 the runeterra clips). ITS JUST GOOD OP

@finalsparke​ faltered:     cain ur portrayal is so sexy and ur meat is massive

@danceblades​ faltered:     CAIN .....   YOUR GRASP ON MUSE IS ALWAYS A+++ seriously im always heart eyes at your writing

@envolatile​ faltered:     pls tumblr stop cucking me from sending love mail omfg... anyways like i told lia i lowkey stalked the league rpc for so fuckin long anD ORIGINALLY I KNEW U FROM UR SYLAS BLOG and ur url is v sexy i must say.. aNYWAYS your writing has always been a thrill to see and im just a wee bab w/ hardly any confidence to approach you on non-league blogs but let me tell you rn: ur writing is so artful in execution and the way you make the dialogue flow between narrative and thats a TALENT that a lot of people struggle to have! but you? ur great amazin fantastic. you put so much depth and effort into every muse you write and im an avid admirer . also im about to punch the ceo of tumblr for nOT LETTING ME SEND THESE

                    how well do i portray darius ?

yall see this ?   this is the face of a man who is one second away from bursting into tears and ruining his tough guy persona.   no but all of this means the absolute world to me bc i always question if i write a muse correctly so it’s so nice to not only get told that im good at writing darius,   but my writing in general is good ?   makes a man wanna sob

i love yall ur all beautiful

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I’VE BEEN THINKING ABT IT.... i feel like swain would definately do it to see how far darius is willing to go for noxus / how much he’s willing to trust swain. darius would follow swain’s word, so it would be possible to sway darius into doing something like that.

i def think swain would be able to probably find at least one of the demons, especially due to his own connection to the demonic, leaving darius with the choice of which one to seek after.

the most likely one would probably be nocturne, darius would take a form much more akin to smoke, his armor no longer necessary due to having a pact with nocturne has practically made him be able to shift the matter of his body at will. if swain and darius work together to trick nocturne, there would be little to no setbacks. however, if darius were to mess up and pact normally, he would be plagued with horrible, horrible nightmares that slowly chip him away.

fiddlesticks is also possible, although darius probably thinks fiddlesticks is a bit too much, even for him. if he went through with it, he would start to wield a scythe, his eyes showing emptiness instead of the serious face he’s always held --- crows gather near him, sometimes real, sometimes fire and smoke. sometimes fiddle speaks through him, sometimes it speaks through the crows, but darius becomes a literal terror on the battlefield after the pact. if he were to trick fiddle, he would change --- but he would effectively remain himself. but if he pacted normally, he would now prefer the nickname fiddlesticks.

              lux,     optimist at heart that sought peace    &    serenity through each battle     —     her desire to grow as a team remains admirable,     it is one of the defining features that sets her apart from the rest     (   a true leader is fit to help herself    &    those around her   ).     alas,     that,     too,     may be her drastic downfall,     what inhibits her from truly blooming into the beauteous flower she holds potential to be.     one may clamor over how pivotal it is to cooperate,     the integrity of teamwork,     but cooperation is a myth.     leaders don an amicable guise to deceive others into doing selfish work,     for leaders are meant to abandon others they don't see fit     ——     leaders will allow others to fall in their stead.

every noble? ):

     ‘ i’m worried about you. ’

      “ 𝑫𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒃𝒆. ”        He answers, almost immediately, hand moving swiftly as he works to polish the blade of the Darkin scythe. Kayn’s expression is near - blank, unimpressed by the turn of events; certainly, things had been more difficult lately. Rhaast had been particularly bothersome, particularly hungry—it’s showing in Kayn’s own attitude. He is BLOODTHIRSTY : he is aggressive. There are times when he doesn’t know where he begins & where RHAAST ENDS. It scares him, but he would be impossibly hard - pressed to admit that to anyone ( HE DID THIS TO HIMSELF ). His eyes flicker upwards towards Lux, appreciative of her concern but also wishing that she would say nothing at all.        “ 𝑰𝒕’𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒆. ”

bold of you to say

               𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝,  𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 the shell of her lungs,  its cage of ivory bones that grow brittle and rattle beneath the weight of layering frost.  her gaze is deep,  just as cold as it is warm,  empty in its endless,  abyssal void yet full in its churning galaxies and pulsing,  burning stars that scream for the grace of absolution that might never descend upon them and never brush away the heavy burdens resting upon stony shoulders.  there is a hollow part of her that pities them,  their wretched existences lost to the depths of the unknown,  to the stellar nothingness of the cosmos.  madness runs deep within their veins,  rooted into every minuscule venule,  every crack and crevice,  and into their souls,  their very existences.

this world of theirs,  it is beautiful.  it is a vast and endless sea,  all  -  encompassing,  forever expanding.  the birth of a star is something special,  precious and treasured.  scattered atoms fuse into a single being,  a glowing entity of shattering warmth and hissing heat.  no longer are they formless clouds of dust and gas  —  they have meaning,  purpose.  the death of a star is even rarer than its birth.  massive supernovas displace their interstellar world and create a vacuum of cosmic disarray,  and in its chaos,  there reigns destruction.  hiding in the debris are the universe’s greatest predators,  its corrupted demons that wish to overturn the cosmic court.

it is in their very name,  they,  the star guardians.  it is all precious,  their cherished home of planets they have come to love,  stars they admire from up close or afar.  perilous as it could be,  ahri would never choose any other life to live,  than to roam freely across the universe and protect every entity that calls it home.  across every galaxy,  every planet,  and every star.

her lips press together before they unfurl,  spring blossoms awakening to the light of the sun that shines so brightly upon them that it seems all too shocking that one day,  it,  too,  would die.  one of the greatest stars in the universe,  one that has offered so much life,  would some day see to its own demise in a colossal collapse of explosive gases,  and with it,  surely,  its planets would fade,  too.  the sigh that passes from her lips in a heave of her chest is heavy.  if only she had an easy answer.

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