#leagueoc

My best friend @libellenpandasayu and me keep drowning ourselves in our AU dreams and rp’s. And sometimes I just need to draw these moments Look at those cuties, loving each other

We love what we do so we keep doing it Everyday we come up with a new idea and put so much effort into it I just enjoy every moment

Name: Infino, The Small Death Faction: Noxus Weapon: his mechanical arm/sword Species: Yordle Visual: a yordle that has a missing arm, his hair is dark blue with grey strikes around his eyes. He uses armor, not full plate, uses high arm-neck armor. His lower body armor has spikes coming out of the sides of his boots Lore: In Noxus there is a distinc assasin that made his name by not being either from there originally, or being human. He has had a long history of successful assassinations, even if his job as an assassin seems weird, with him being a cuddly yordle

//Hello, Just thought I would get around to starting a RP blog around my yordle OC. Still very new to RPing and blogging on tumblr. I will start posting more info on Acid as soon as I get everything squared off. (Art by @virtuoso-musician)

Name: Arta, The Golden Flame Species: Human Weapon: her magic-powered whip Fire Thorne Faction: Semi-Independent Demacia Since young I had this fear. Fear of the dark, of not being able to see. And in all those year I had to see it. The dark mist would come and those things, things that were not supposed to be alive, they came and attacked us. My family and me would always hide in the basement light by the so many candles the smell of flames would be so overwhelming. Through all those years my most vivid memory was of my fear, of the sounds from within the mist and from the flames. Most years weren't that bad, there was only a few days of darkness before and after the mist came, nothing terrible. Until the one year we weren't fast enough. The wraiths and zombies broke into our home, I was already on the basement and all i could hear was their screams their pain and misery. That night the only thing that kept me company was the flames. The next morning after the mist had left was the day I felt the most scared and all i could do was run, run non stop for so very long, days passed in a blur and the only thing on my mind was running from the dark. I wasn't able to continue for that long, I blacked out on the middle of a road. My next memory was of waking up wrapped in a red blanket on the ground, there was an old man sitting near where I woke. He ended up becoming a master of sorts, thought me every sort of thing. From magic, to stealing for survival and even bought my weapon. He took me to Demacia enlisted me up there and disappeared afterwards. My only motivations are this army and my hatred for those dark things, and oh I swear even if I have to do it alone, the Shadow Islands will fall.