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ionian-wanderer · 3 years

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-[ Send m- OKAY I COULDNT ACTUALLY FIGURE OUT HOW TO DO THIS ONE WITHOUT JUST,, RECOLOR OF BLOOD MOON AATROX SO- HAVE A SOFT SHORT STORY [MAYBE STARTER NOT REALLY BUT I GUESS IF U WANNA] INSTEAD,,, [i so so so sorry! ;- ;] ] @aatrcx

-Darkness, the choking, the agony of an untaken breath, how long had he been here? How was he back? What had he- yes, he remembered.. He’d followed the trail of war to the first lands, Ionia? Ionia! He was using the bloodshed of the noxian’s conquest to fuel him form, to drink from noxian and ionian alike as both clashed against his form and then- and then.. what happened then? There had been small blades slicing away at his host.. large cannons from warships firing on his then massive form. Neither did enough to kill him with how much he drank- so what- wait- There was a light, a force, yes! That had been it! It had dragged his host from him like a vortex sucking him back into the cage, back into his prison, back to the darkness. It had felt like a thousand unseen chains under his stolen flesh, burning and ripping until he was back where the mortals liked him.. his personal slice of agony..

Who had moved the blade? Had it even been moved from where he’d fallen? He hadnt been able to sense anything or anyone nearby since being dragged down.. what if- No. No Aatrox, it was a warzone, the dead must be collected, someone would come- someone- but what if they didnt? What if both sides never came to that place again? What if the fear of freeing him kept even the most bloodthirsty of noxians away, and the most faithful of ionians from their dead?

The questions pooled in his mind, with nowhere else to go, no outlet, nothing for them to do but feed the growing fears of being locked away for eons, isolated in some underground or magically hidden Ionian tomb or the immoral bastion, or- what was that?

- Warm lantern light filled the sealed off temple room, against the cold and thundering storm outside, the light in hand steady and strong despite the winds and rain that battered it on the way over- unlike the shaking hand of its owner. ‘ I should not be here ‘ their thoughts told them, ‘ But we NEED to be ‘ their heart assured them. Like an unseen hand guiding him along, the young man’s heart pulled him towards the steady beat of the cursed blade that rest now held in a box of glass. Taking a deep- hesitant breath, he hooked the lantern above the blade on a hook, and set down a bag which he quickly opened and began laying out supplies from. Incense, talismans, a mask, a book, and- ionian.. games?

This is dangerous.

This is your duty.

This could kill me like the people in the battlefield!

It MUST be done..

I will die!

I will protect you.. if you have faith.

Swallowing hard, the young man lifted the mask to his face and lit the incense, letting it burn for a moment as his hands gripped the edges of the glass case and lifted it up and back, off the blade. The Heartbeat was louder now, pounding, and yet- it didnt sound nearly as proud as it had been that bloody day.. it almost sounded- scared?

Blowing out the incense, he gently dropped the talisman onto the beating heart, taking the incense in a covered hand and crushing the burnt parts in hand before standing and dropping them into the lantern with many a prayer and watch as it blew out- bathing the room in darkness.

He stared deeply into the symbol painted on the lantern, muttering soft prayers and trying to fight the urge to break eye contact and glance at the red glow just below his line of sight.. he needed to have faith, he must- or else..

As the ash drifted down and onto the blade, circling the talisman and sinking deep into the crevices, the air in the man’s lungs felt tighter, his limbs sore and stiff as if he had been bed ridden for weeks. He could feel his throat struggling to adjust as his eyes burned and vision began to fade. His heart was pounding- but he mustn't back away- not now.. inhale- exhale.. inhale, exhale-

-The air came fast and desperate, all other feelings overshadowed by the sudden rush of stimulus, though faint. It felt as if something was stuck in his throat, yet air still came.. his vision was foggy, his ability to move both stiff as an old doll yet flowing like fallen silks- how was this-? Something hit the ground, a hard thud, he reached for the blade the bound his new host but- wait- where was it? It wasnt in his hand! He shook his head to clear the fog as his eyes fell, seeing- the blade- and a dark purple mist rising from it in the form of oddly shaped legs and arms, ephemeral and- his. He could move these, though difficult, but he could! ...

This had to be a trap, his eyes quickly looking for the fool trying to ‘banish’ him- instead.. the darkin’s eyes found a young man on the ground, struggling to breathe just as much as him, and shaking from head to toe.

As the boy lifted his head, the two met the other’s eyes, and a silence followed- broken only by the storm beyond the walls and the young man’s struggling. He couldn't lift his blade- yet he felt even if this man wanted to- he couldn't kill him.. nothing could.. so what was he doing to him? “ W- “ The vague start of the word began to form before- “ Hell-o. “ The young man interrupted, now slowly moving to correct his sitting and trying to stretch out the clear stiffness in his body. “ Glad- that worked... “

“ ... ... ... ‘Vurked? “ The word came out quieter then he would like.. but given what he was seeing- he’d take it over forced silence.

“ My name is- Xin’an, “ The man continued. “ I thought- ugh.. breathing.. air .. hard. Uugh, I heard- your cries, my lanturn... UGH- guided me.. to you.. so- hhhh- Hi! I am.. here to- give you, a pal... for- mm,, as long.. as i can, keep this spell- - - - Going.. for. “

.. . . . . What.

“ So! “ The young man strained. “ What.. is- Your name? “

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ionian-wanderer · 3 years

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-[ Fusing xin with a darkin? harder then you’d expect. ]

#( GIVE IT A MOMENT )-| OOC |#| Its either- make blood moon but purple and red- |#| or make aatrox a twink but has xin's optimisum so you get this tiny darkin with a massive sword going- |#| Lets play hide and seek! ^- ^ |#| but then when they find you they take out the blade and stab- |#| I win! =D |

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ionian-wanderer · 3 years

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musesgonnamuse:

Send “👏”and I’ll describe what a fusion between our muses would look and act like.

#( Daily post! )- | Inbox Prompts |#| OW O |#| LEMME DRAW STUFF |

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The Spirit Realm - Legends of Runeterra Promo Art

#( Tunes of Ancestry )- | Visage |

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aurelion-solstice:

The dragon’s eyes narrow as he gazes downward at the small being. His large form wriggling in the sky. Slithering itself between the stars and the clouds that covered the area. As if he were coming out of hiding to get a better look at them. ”Yes I am amazing aren’t I?” he said, voice full of pride as he found a comfortable spot to stare at his visitor.

”Again, why are you here. A bit young to be so far up the mountain aren’t you? Unless.. you’re not alone.”

Oh! OH RIGHT- thats a big talking star dragon, he’s talking TO you, probably should- aaah but where to begin??? Hmm-

“ Well the story goes- Ionia is having a ton of spirit issues right now with the dead coming back as demons, souls not going where they should, spooky demon- spirit- swordsman- guys and Noxus coming back [YAY- not], and the temples didnt know what to do so- “ A momentary pause to inhale as he kept going- words not slowing down, if anything, he was talking Faster “ -I left and I thought, ‘hey that demacia region doesnt like noxis maybe they can help with this! ‘ BUT apparently there was a war or something because- like, the whole place is a rubbled mess and turns out they dont like magic there so i couldnt even play my flute to help the souls that died and had to run! “ Another inhale- “ So then i tried to go to shurima but then i got lost because the place is SO BIG and all the sand just looks the SAME and its HOT so that was a bust so i came here becauseapparentlytargonhasalotofspiritspacestuffandithoughtmaybeicangethelphere! “ . . . Did he say that all too fast?

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-[ Upcoming meta posts ] ( The caretaker and his worship hcs ) ( Xin’ans feelings on other champs ) ( Xin’an Abilities ) ( Xin’an’s relations with the vastyah! )

#( GIVE IT A MOMENT )-| OOC |#| Going to be crossing these off as i get them done! ^- ^ |

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ionian-wanderer · 3 years

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-[ Time for a good old redecoration! =D ]

#( GIVE IT A MOMENT )-| OOC |

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ionian-wanderer · 3 years

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OC X CANON SHIPS ARE VALID AND GOOD LET US S A I L BITCH

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Unrelated to everything but,, um, word of advice, dont respond to someone saying “ Arcana Xerath looks like a trans boy! Like me! It makes me happy! “ by saying- “ UUUGH too bad it ruined the entire character, like come on this is just stupid pandering get creative riot- “ It is,,, not,, nice, and rather hurtfull,

#| Plz? |#| It doesnt feel nice to see a character finally look like your body type only for it to get instantly trashed on and called- |#| many not nice things... |#| tbd probably |

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-< I do not,, wish to comment on the things going on as,, i was not here, so for now i instead thank riot for giving me a new lad to use as a FC for Xin’an! >

#( GIVE IT A MOMENT )-| OOC |#| Magic ionian flute boy mAGIC IONIAN FLUTE BOY- |

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/magic ionian flutes MAGIC IONIAN FLUTES MAGIC IONIAN FLUTES!!/

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ionian-wanderer · 3 years

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-{ Hello everyone! I'm sorry for suddenly vanishing,,, things took a turn IRL but they seem to be somewhat clearing up now so hopefully I can be more active again! I hope you all have a wonderful day and see you soon!! }

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ionian-wanderer · 4 years

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-[ Belated skintober? Yis... ] -[ Day ONE ; Deathsworn/Shadow Isles ]

- Coming to the shadow isles in an attempt to foolishly guide the cursed souls into the care of his patron- Xin’an soon found himself led astray and consomed by the Black mist. Now he wanders from isle to isle, taking any soul he can find and clinging them to his person. In death- unable to let go of his original goal.

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aurelion-solstice:

@ionian-wanderer followed.

“You’ve wandered far enough. The mountain is not a playground for a child. Turn back before I send you back myself. I do not care for human whelps to meander their way to the peak so aimlessly.”

-Targon was much farther away from Ionia then any other place Xin had managed to wander to- however if what he heard was true it seemed like a good place to seek help on the spiritual side of things- or at least get their imput on the whole mess. The young man had climbed for what felt like weeks- now stopping to rest in a field with a lot of.. guardians? No these ones had horns and didnt look so cat like. Nonetheless they were very cute- and their pressence helpped him relax a bit as he gazed up only to be caught off guard by the sheer glory of the night sky.

Ionia had always had a lovely night sky, though recently sometimes clouded with the smoke of noxian ships- but up here? It was as if he could reach out and be lost in a sea of them. The wonders didn't stop there. When the deep, imposing voice of the starforger rang out Xin’an leapt to his feet with momentary fright before beholding the great dragon with eyes alight with awe and wonder. The dragon’s words seemed to slip though one ear and out the other as the young man simply stared with eyes darting around as if trying to see every part of his star sparkled form.

-” Amazing.... “ He gasped, taking a few steps back and blinking. He couldn't find any other word to say in such a situation, how could he? Dragons? He knew of those. Giant talking STAR DRAGON? Consider him star struck.

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ionian-wanderer · 4 years

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-{ How are you Ruined? }

tagged Stolen from : @charmerquilled

Ruined by Loneliness

You are so lonely. you are miserable in your solitude. you hate that you cannot bring yourself to reach out, to ask for help. you will be forgotten by all who never knew you. your biggest fear is that you will die alone, and you know this fear will be seen to fruition. you refuse to extend yourself beyond the box that others put you in. and it is a box that no one dare come near. you are lonely because you are afraid of yourself.

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charmerquilled:

@ionian-wanderer ( liked for a starter with normal Rakan! )

“Oh that?!” What a reminder, and the shock of the memory being brought back was evident in his exclamation. Oh crap, when was the last time he threw a performance for humans? Eh, who cares actually. That doesn’t matter now. “Yeaaaaaah, I dropped that gig. The humans didn’t listen to me after I gave them a chance to do so. It’s their loss that they couldn’t find it in their hearts to appreciate magic and hear its sweet song.”

But no. They turned him into a show for drunkards. He was just mere entertainment. A performer for those that wished to turn off their minds and mindlessly absorb his fantastic dances rather than pay attention to what he TRULY wanted to say. Attention is awesome, but he also liked being understood as well. He was MORE than just looks, though he does look amazing.

“So I now FIGHT for magic and my people. And might I just add, being a freedom fighter makes my cape look so badass when I go head to head against enemies.”

- Xin’an had never been able to frequent the areas where the golden clad man had once preformed, to his memory he only recalled one time he actually saw him preform in person- and that was years ago as a young child. The memory stirred like warm amber as a warm, sunny smile spread across the young man’s face.

-” I cannot say I blame you! My mother, Liu, she took me to see one of your performances when I was really really young. I didnt really understand it at the time but she did. She said- ‘ Magic is special, different for everything both living and gone. Each special form, a special note- but; you only know that if you listen for it.’ “ Letting out a soft giggle he brought his flute up and played a single string of notes, his eyes gently drifting down to a wilting flower as magic was slowly guided back to the petals and gently coaxed the flower back into bloom.

-” You cannot make everyone listen.. but.. things would be easier if you could... “ He confessed as his smile dipped ever so slightly.

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ionian-wanderer · 4 years

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vvu-kong:

A NEW CHALLENGER APPEARS: @ionian-wanderer

“Are you lost, or something?” Wukong shouted out without much warning. He was perched in branches above, his large tail wrapped about another nearby tree limb. He seemed quite amused, head resting in his hand, “I haven’t seen anyone around here for… a while. Actually, maybe I haven’t seen anyone today? Huh…”

He started mumbling for a moment, motioning with a hand as if to trace marks on a map. After his internal deliberation, he shook his head with a toothy grin, “Nah, I bet you’re lost. I could never be lost. Where are you going?”

Most would be tense around the sudden tree bound vastyah, most would be apprehensive when speaking to him, Xin was not nearly that distrusting! Blinking at the monkey like man, a smile that rivaled his own toothy smirk spread across Xin’s face as the young man ran to the tree besides the one Wukong had perched on and climbed until the two were roughly eye level.

-” I’m just wandering myself! I have less of a destination and more of a goal- you know? “ He chimed before leaning back on the trunk of the tree. “ Besides, my family has a saying that- ‘ You are only truly lost if you are not happy where you are ‘ and- seeing as I’m getting to meet someone new- what’s not to like? Oh! Right, I’m Xin’an! Mind if i ask your name? “

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