#runplaythings

"I drink tea and cover myself in many heavy blankets. I do not celebrate most holidays."

"If i could have all the pretty stuff without the cold, that’d be great."

Surprise, run-playthings! I'm your Secret Santa (well, from my Vi blog but you know). I didn't get to message you as much I wanted to but I'm glad that your answers to my messages were able to create a mental image for me to work with. I know I'm posting this a day (or two) early but I really wanted to show you in case I wouldn't be around on Christmas Eve/Day.

With your answers I pictured Syndra taking some quiet time up in her domain, watching the snow fall outside her home from a window. She'd be cozy in a thick sweater while enjoying some tea with blankets covering her and an extra few nearby in case she needed it. It would be a kind of meditation or relaxation time for her, a chance to clear her mind and think of everything and nothing at all. In the illustration above I tried to show her idly staring at her mug and the steam from her tea while lost in her own thoughts.

I hope you like this as much as I like you. Happy Holidays!

Send me ‡ for my character’s reaction to yours climbing into bed with mine.

{ run-playthings }

He'd been stuck in that in between state where you weren't fully awake yet still not completely asleep for a while now. It'd seem as though he wouldn't notice as the woman settled beside him, though the extra heat that radiates off the other caused him to stir awake. Groggily muttering something under his breath before opening his eyes completely only to find the dark sovereign.

Send me a (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ with a Champion name after it and I will tell you my headcanons for my muse’s relationship with them.

     Syndra is an enigma to Vladimir, and something of a stranger – rather, an acquaintance to him. He has only seen her work through the League and otherwise knows nothing about her, despite what he’s heard from rumors or the little he’s gotten from their short, not-so-frequent conversations. He finds her very mysterious, and is curious about her; he wishes to find out more about her, as well as her magic.

Send me a ϟ: I will generate a number 1-35 to see what my muse will say to yours.

     Vladimir had a habit of asking what seemed like strange questions, purely out of some sense of curiosity it seemed. This was not different when he found himself alone with this woman, intending to break the silence for the start of a conversation. His gaze fell directly to her eyes, the corner of his lip lifting gently as he conjured something to say.

♚:Head scratches

'Having my ears scratched feels really good but it's weird having Syndra do this.'

Nonsexual acts of Intimacy for my muse to respond to:

♖:Having their hair washed by your muse

{ run-playthings }

The ronin had settled himself in a spring for a moment of peace, leaving his belongings placed together neatly not so far from the banks. Relishing in the feeling of cool water against scarred skin briefly before he pulled the tie from his hair, allowing dark strands to fall amongst his shoulders. He took in a short breath before dipping his head down into the water and was quick to resurface after a few seconds.

Yasuo runs a hand through his hair, mostly to get it out of his face, before leaning back against the bank. A content look happens upon his features up until he feels hands that are surely not his own run through his hair. And he flinches, turning quickly to find the sovereign to be the source.

GREEN: I think you’re cute.TURQUOISE: I would hug you if we metPINK: I love your blog it’s one of my favouritesYELLOW: I wish we were friends in real life.