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mcchipy · 3 months
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Finally finished making the Model of my Darkin OC, Raana the Darkin Lute!
More detailed shots can be viewed in my Artstation post.
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maniachybrid · 6 months
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As promised
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thunder-jolt · 2 years
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My League Of Legends OCs and their premises... (because why not?)
Aonani, the Succubus of the Sands: she is a desert Succubus from Shurima based on the sun.
Mahina, the Dreamcatcher of the Cosmos: she is Aonani’s galactic clone based on the moon.
Ailette, the Child of the Darkin Shadow: she is an orphan from Shurima who is the host/adopted daughter of Aaturos, the Darkin Shadow of The King...
Aaturos, the Darkin Shadow of The King: he is a complicated Darkin nobody knew existed, he is a Darkin that can create wars without a weapon, and is the father-figure/possessor to Ailette...
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harrhellix · 2 months
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Darkin fan design for my own lol character
A weird instance of me colouring anything too
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leaffiii · 7 months
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uh. league oc
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blakerstreet · 5 months
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Been working on this for about a week. Did a redesign of this Darkin/Legends of Runeterra Corrupted design for my OC. Really tried to go all in on adding more detail and such. Including the old design from last year.
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squishyslimeyart · 11 months
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Aatrox's Tactician in the Darkin insurgence to usurp power.
Daalru didn't have a weapon to hold in his hands; instead, his weapon was what many call the strongest of all: the mind.
His imprisonment lead to his original body getting evaporated from tangibility.
His remaining existence is the concept, mythos, rumors, idea of Daalru. It’s only a timid suggestion, a thing of vague intrigue, but if a person starts to dig deeper and look harder for him, they'll find him. He'll infect the most dedicated body to be his new host and continue his interrupted work.
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mangaka-neko-chan · 9 months
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Birthday art I drew for my lovely friend @mcchipyart, her Darkin and Aatrox celebrating~
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chlorophyllclaws · 2 months
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i know i shouldnt but my goodness the darkin/sweetical dynamic is INSANELY fun to think up. like it just fits???
I've drawn Aatrox and Nami just for memes but honestly it's oddly fun to think about it lore wise:
- Aatrox would be absolutely bewildered by the mere concept of sugar people, let alone the similarity between baking ceremonies and their own imprisonment
- Sweeticals probably wouldn't be able to become vessels for a darkin, as they're entirely food-based
"What are you even made of?!"
- both Nami and Aatrox are scarred by war and thousands of years old, yet unlike the darkin Nami is full of Joyous Whimsy™ which really annoys Aatrox
- that, and the fact Nami wields a comically large spoon as opposed to a sword, especially since knife-swords are valid sweeticalware
(i thought of changing it before but didn't. and i'm glad i didn't bc it's way more fun this way lmao)
- Nami would most likely compare Ascension and the darkin's imprisonment to "baking ceremonies, but with humans instead of sweets"
- which would inevitably lead to wondering if that's a viable way to free a darkin
"Maybe we could turn you into a sweetical! And give you a knife-sword! And cute chocolate armour! Ooh, and red skin!!"
i'm sorry i shouldnt be overthinking this but its hilariously cute and i love it
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jomadis · 1 year
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Next up in the antagonist-turned-ally trio, Blythe!! Blythe is one of the Runeborn that popped up a year prior to the events of the campaign; found by Noxus, he was trained under Darius. At some point, he found a Darkin weapon, and is somehow not controlled by it. Our running theory is that he's just too stupid to be mind controlled (affectionately). Although he's a terrifying force to be reckoned with, Blythe is a golden retriever of a man-- and he was more than happy to ally with his former enemies.
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msommers · 7 months
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every time i discover new lore bc of a card in legends of runeterra it simply feels like
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mcchipy · 1 year
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Darkins holding hands 😊💕
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maniachybrid · 6 months
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More of my oc Fun fact: Jaaziel used to be a small human
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sample-text · 2 years
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A little Fourth of July-inspired story that features @mcchipy and a mention of @maniachybrid.
It's that time of year again, the Lunar Festival in full swing. Lanterns are hung, food and game stalls are put up, and fireworks are in full bloom within the sky. Hundreds upon thousands of souls celebrating in their way, or were for some. 
Bards are normally more inclined to travel to densely populated areas in hopes of more coin. This bard was no different, but she wasn't here for coins. Short ruby red hair with emerald eyes, pale skin, and decked in clothes of an unknown origin, Chippy marches into an unsuspecting town with only her lute. Sampling some food on her way, Chippy makes her way to the center of town. Making herself comfortable for the time, she began strumming her lute, the haunting melody enrapturing towns folk's attention. Satisfied with the audience, Chippy sang, weaving tales with a beautiful melody.
Telling stories of bloodthirsty monsters, distant lands, and incredible hidden power. Onlookers making faces of excitement or trepidation, adventurers growing curious at the possibility of hidden treasure. Finishing her tale, Chippy glances at the crowd and decides that she's done enough for the day, making her way out of town.
For two days the town continues with the festivities, the strange bard's tales only causing some unease. The next day there were no fireworks from the town, no one wandered the street looking to play a game or purchase food, and no one left to fix the fallen decorations. The only ones to roam the blood-ridden streets are Chippy and four inhuman individuals, each wielding a different weapon. Basking in their success on another slaughter, they look in the distance at the booming of more fireworks, only just now noticing a missing sixth figure.
Chippy walks back to what is considered camp, leaving the other four to search for survivors. The camp consists of various-sized bones, chunks of meat, upturned sections of Earth, and a shivering mass hidden under a blanket of twigs and leaves.
"Claw?"
A lithe hand with sharpened talons peeks out from the leaves to give a tentative wave. Chippy crawls under the leaves and into the giant arms that form a barrier around her, the tremoring going through Claw becoming increasingly obvious. 
"Claaaw, what are you staying in here for? You missed out on all the food!"
"...The colors in the sky are loud."
"Colors in the sky? Oh, you mean the fireworks... Wait, why are you scared of the fireworks?"
"Sounds like a cave-in... I don't like cave-ins."
Chippy maneuvers herself to face the giant Darkin, the glow of Claw's eyes working as a guide to her face. Chippy reaches up to pet Claw, barely able to pat Claw's forehead. Fireworks continue to go off, louder variants causing Claw to growl and pull Chippy closer.
Cruel and cold like winds on the seas
Will you ever return to me
Hear my voice sing with the tide
My love will never die
Chippy leans her back up against the giant as Claw gently pets Chippy's hair.
Over waves and deep in the blue
I will give up my heart for you
Ten long years I'll wait to go by
My love will never die
Chippy smirks up at Claw who gives a soft glare in return.
Come my love be one with the sea
Rule with me for eternity
Drown all dreams so mercilessly
And leave their souls to me
Play the song you sang long ago
And wherever the storm may blow
You will find the key to my heart
We'll never be apart
Wild and strong you can't be contained
Never bound nor ever chained
Wounds you caused will never mend
And you will never end
Cruel and cold like winds on the seas
Will you ever return to me
Hear my voice sing with the tide
Our love will never die
Four figures walk into the makeshift camp, each one carrying a heaping of food (some of those are just bodies). The fireworks continue to shoot off, but the ground rumbles from the purring snores of a Darkin, pulling off the leaf pile to see her cuddling a sleeping bard.
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thunder-jolt · 2 years
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He misses his wife, Aatrox...
*after a hardcore and brutal battle*
Aatrox, the Darkin Blade: *panting* Anything else to say, before I crush you, ruined king?!
Viego, the Ruined King: *sigh* I miss my wife, Aatrox.
Bionaca & Aaturos, in the background: *laughing maniacally*
Viego, the Ruined King: I miss her a lot. I'll be back. *disappears into the Black Mist*
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leaffiii · 7 months
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mmmmmm saator... he was originally the sword sinclaair now uses
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