#hateshade

“ aww, did you not want to see me? ”

slim claws coalesce over akali’s shoulders – evelynn wisps into being with her body pressed flush against akali’s and lashers that coil about them both, drawing the priestess into an embrace that threatens to crush bone like paper.

one hand moves to cup akali’s chin, talons carelessly scraping her skin.

“ that’s too bad. ”

❛ That is not what I said, ❜ the priestess replies.

A rigidness spreads across Akali’s body, from her jaws clenching tightly to her legs sticking firmly to the ground - how silly of her, there’s no point in standing down your opponent when that enemy happens to be a demon.

she can deal with terrible women ;)

i love this fucking infomercial pitch post

Send me your URL and I’ll tell you    /    still accepting !

@hateshade​ sent : heard abt that hateshade bitch... hate her

My Opinion on;

Character in general: I LOVE EVELYNN i wish i was better at her OTL . i def like the idea of the her / them being evil corrupted by war and just like ripping into humans bc they suck like fucking bet ur valid , i’ll b ur gf just dont kill me and ill let u kill whoever u want ! bet  How they play them: we stan nb demon and think u should stop punishing them for breaking their toys and like just give her new ones until it works out fam The Mun: naomi and i have the same energy and yet we don’t know each other that well but we literally vibe on the same wavelength tbh .

Do I:

RP with them: atm no :C Want to RP with them: yeah , probs smth like nadia being tormented by eve for the long haul or we can do smth with my goddess au .

What is my;

Overall Opinion: even tho i got the prestige evelynn skin ill never be good enough to play her and naomi will always be the better league player than me and i cry ;; also you’ll never be as cute as a baby harbor seal like me uwu

“Is that supposed to be a warning, demon?”

Pride was a double-edged sword. It became the cornerstone for the Order - for those who refused to content themselves with peace. For those who could not accept the teachings of turning the other cheek. He and his disciples pulled themselves up by their bootstraps, persevering through trials and tribulations. That faith in himself pushed him through every year of the war, every sunrise where he woke up wondering if that day would be their last.

Pride pushed him to the edge. He walked a dangerous, unyielding path. It would not let him compromise, nor let him room to breathe. Those who might have been friends or allies one day would become enemies the next.

Had someone like her been watching him, reading his story the whole time?