#theblindboxer

Next one for ya’ll is @prodigal-ezreal.

This asshole has been a thorn in Sivir’s side since I MET him, and he’s been a constant source of entertainment for me for years.

He doesn’t take his muse too goddamn seriously like some Ezreal’s do, but on the flip side he’s developed a lot of his character’s feelings and motivations. He’s equal parts meme and quality, and that’s the best kind of person to be.

He doesn’t draw often, but i like when he does because he has a very distinctive way of drawing the little tomb thief that I find refreshing compared to the overly twink-y way people tend to draw him.

//To understand what Varus did, you must know how deeply he loved and cared for his family.  The postion of Warden was one he took because he believed it was the best way to protect them from what was within Pallas.  It broke him when they died, for it was the only time he chose something over this family and he lost them for it. 

[{ We stick with Kiwi till this ragged ship sinks }]

Drabble Time | Accepting

Leave a “Join Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character giving your character an offer [be it a proposal for an alliance, asking them to join them in an activity (you can get dirty if you want), feel free to specify.]

“‘cause you’re th’ finest lookin’ lass here, and that’s th’ truth!” came the answer to Sona’s question on why Brad would want to dance with her. And at first it was a nice, acceptable, even flattering answer... until she remembered, once again, that he was blind. And he knew it, too. The boxer was grinning from ear to ear, hand out in offering, and waiting to dodge the incoming pap Sona was about to deliver on his arm.

It’s why she kept forgetting he was blind in the first place. His reflexes were good. It made him what he was, she supposed, but the teasing was just too much. He was incorrigible.

But that had its own kind of charm, too. After taking her pap to the bicep he took the hand she did eventually offer and pulled her up to him so they could get to dancin’.

she warned him, her Common still somewhat stiff as she was learning it. Sona had learned by observing, listening, and reading what she could - a difficult task given some of the thick and specific ways of speaking people on Saint Street had. Even Brandon - who she still referred to as ‘Lee’ despite how others addressed him - had his own colorful and loose way he’d talk. Thankfully he also still understood some general Ionian. So there was always room for gentle correction and assurance when needed.

He didn’t seem to care if she could dance or not though. The song was swingin’ and people were clappin’, and all he wanted to do was get to tappin’! Some even cheered when they saw their local champ with such a pretty lady in tow; that woman who played the big string zither sometimes for cash. Not your typical busker, but one you didn’t forget even after a brief encounter. No one could quite place why she was so captivating other than she was an exotic sort of beauty. They didn’t make them like her around here.

And maybe that wasn’t totally lost on the boxer despite his impairment, but it certainly didn’t make him as nervous as it had just about every other guy there that evening. He happily twirled her around and swayed to the rhythm the band hammered out - while Sona did her best to try and keep up. The music was distracting. The horn player was running out of breath, and one of the drums in the kit needed replacing. She could just tell.

Though her private thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the feeling of being lifted up. The other merry-makers hollered and hooted at Brandon’s grand display and Sona’s long hair twirling about them like long, caramel ribbons. Despite herself her legs had started kicking behind her.

“Ya gotta pay attention, lass!” he laughed, trying to imagine her shocked expression coupled with the feel of her body’s shakes as she kicked. For that, a karate chop right on top of his hat.

Hunting is primary and a daily necessity for the Winter's Claw. Sejuani herself usually takes part in them both for the sake of the tribe and also personal enjoyment. There are quite an array of creatures particularly in the harsher areas of the Freljord. 

Please tell me your favorite things about my portrayal/muse?

Anon is acceptable.

//Oh woah haha thats a very specific thing to bring up and I’m happy you did! I hope its not a surprise but I base his face off his classic splash art. I think its the most fitting one (because we all know Riot has issues with artistic consistency). I try to stay away from anime because its a cleaner style and I think its imperative for a character such as Yasuo to look rugged/rough/malnourished. He survives out there alone, has sleep issues and all the good stuff so I am pretty sure someone like him shouldn’t look overly clean as I’ve seen in plenty of fanart. He is a physically appealing man and Im not trying to take it away, but I dont want to erase this part of his character - or any other, for that matter.