#prtector

[tealbeats-archived]

The question he asked to the other was simple, but the answer he received was less the then interesting. A groan leaves him, his cheek meeting his palm as he leans against the wooden table; his free hand gently tapping his fingers idly against it.

“C’mon, there’s gotta be way more to it then that! You’ve got the best hair of anyone I know, man! I want something like that!” His lips purse into a faint pout before he gives off a gentle shrug, snorting softly.

“C’mon, my life isn’t that dangerous—“ Not like his parents lives were, anyway. His felt mundane in comparison, a yawn leaving the smaller as he sat up and leaned back in his seat; teal bangs swaying lightly in his face. He hums slightly in thought, foot anxiously tapping on the floor before he pauses at Taric’s next slew of words, cocking his head to the side.

“Wait—uh, really?” A precious thing—Ezreal couldn’t stop the colour rushing to his cheeks and he brought a hand to scratch the back of his head, gaze flickering to the side—was he flustered? Maybe a little. But for Ezreal, it wasn’t difficult to make him blush.

“Okay, okay—if you put it that way, I GUESS I can be a little careful…”

@prtector | con’t.

#prtector #Taric u made him blush #𝐏𝐎𝐏⭑𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄! — | in character. #𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐀 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑! — | v.main ( heartsteel )

[knightfeared]

𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐍 𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐏𝐒 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐄. A few are checked off, a few aren’t, but he can’t help but nod, passing the occasional peek the others way in some contemplation — it checks out with what he knows of Taric so far. A kind gentleman through & through with honesty to spare in spades.

When he does finish going through the card Jayce clicks his pen, admittedly, an all too merry sound in the quiet space — lining out the Bingo’s with a snort of laughter before he nudges it back over. ❝ Some were so close, but two isn’t bad. ❞

Another laugh & an amused side eye as he straightens again to continue sipping away at his drink. ❝ Honestly? To me I’ll just read it off as more of a checklist. Thanks for humouring me. ❞

*BINGO MEME. 📨 [ ; ] Jayce Ver. ➤  @prtector 

#╰┈➤ ┊❛ interactions. ❜┊ #╰┈➤ ┊❛ answered ic. ❜┊ #muse: [ jayce talis. ] #prtector #Had to write out his reaction 😔

[movedtoferinehuntress]

⌜ ♥ @prtector ⌟ ―― Caitlyn & Taric ► random starter = ❝ Caitlyn is suspicious of the newcomer in Piltover ❞

The warm sunlight crashed down upon Piltover's stone city, making it glisten like a masterpiece painting of gold and white. Rays of light radiated the streets, warming the stones as cars roamed along some of the streets and other horse-drawn carriages. Caitlyn, however, preferred to walk as black boots tapped against the sidewalk, enjoying the way the sun warmed her skin. Vi would love this weather, the way she would stretch out like a cat in the alcove of their home. No doubt she would be roaming the top of the buildings or perhaps tinkering with her gauntlets.

The closer to the docks she got, the more she could smell the salt on the air that had a very light breeze tickling her blue hair. Dinging bells alerted the arrival of a new ship; tourists and returning families from a trip across the waters echoed its arrival as she turned her cerulean eyes toward those climbing off the ship. The light laughter of a couple of children as they ran around with their hands up as if flying, a disgruntled couple that Caitlyn focused on for a brief moment, their body language telling that the relationship might be at an end. Her fingers brush up against her pistol; a little habit of a reminder of her protection in case someone or something popped up to cause trouble.

Eyes flicked along, reading each person when she spotted someone who didn't look Piltovan or Zaunite. His broad shoulders and tall figure reminded her of a warrior though she saw no scars at this distance. A little creaking noise of a metal butterfly flew in front of her as she shifted slightly out of the way, taking a few steps closer toward the ship trying to focus in on the man she felt a hint of suspicion. Eyes focused more and were sure she saw no scars, so despite having the build of a warrior he had no physical indication of fighting. It made a brow raise slightly as she focused on his face for a moment. Light-hearted details, a kind-looking smile, and a comforting pair of eyes. Caitlyn knew how asymmetrical smiles could be and how she could easily tell a liar and a fake just by a smile alone, so despite how he looked kind, she still read into his facial expressions if he reacted to anyone nearby to tell if his actions were genuine or cloaked in lies.

But something seemed… off about him. She didn't know what or why, but something told her to figure him out and if he was a threat or not. She shifted to lean her arm up against the light post near her, her arms crossed for a moment waiting for him to pass by so she could get a better look at him and allow her empathy to touch his own. Standing there, she looked like nothing more than another Piltovan waiting for someone.

#prtector #[muse] caitlyn — interactions. #[post canon verse] — its time for change. #[panda speaks] — tracker. #thread: determining the lines of truth

[skydarkin]

what a ridiculous question. the protector knew why he was here. it had to know.

a better question would have been why aatrox bothered to speak to the apect, why he was met with inquisition and not violence. the darkin wasn't absolutely sure of this himself ; logically, he should have struck the mortal vessel down before he even knew he was there. that was the wise thing to do, kill the god before he could be aware of the blade, spoke a voice in the back of aatrox's mind -- before he had the chance to retaliate, to seal us away again.

but this was the voice of a coward. this was fear, the cries of a panicked mind subjected to an eternity of torture. nothing terrified aatrox more than the thought of even a moment more of that suffocating nothingness, the crushing weight of a soul too powerful to be killed reduced to immaterial abstraction.

aatrox was a warrior, and he would face all of his enemies head on, even when fear wracked him to his very imprisoned soul. more than that, though, he needed to speak the words ; to ask, even if it fell upon deaf ears, what sense there was to his great suffering. perhaps he hoped that the protector would tell him that there was no reason, that the infaliable aspects of mount targon had made a mistake -- perhaps he needed to hear this, that his great and terrible sorrow would cease in the face of some catharsis, even if for a moment.

what a great and foolish hope.

aatrox inhales the cold air around him. he feels the shock as the icey breath fills his stolen lungs, and revels in the sensation of heat leaving his nostrils. it was a stolen, mockery of life, but a reminder nonetheless. he would let nothing take this from him again.

aatrox raises his great blade, the material reflection of his soul. though it carried the great weight of both iron and the terrible metaphor of its existence, the proud warrior bore it in a single hand, pointing the god-killing edge towards the protector's mortal vessel. when aatrox was sealed away, the aspect he had proudly represented ceased to be, becoming an unknowable, infathomable concept even to mortals who once worshipped him. by this blade, he would do the same to all of the gods of targon, until their great and proud lineage was nothing but ash to be worshipped by an extinct spieces.

how aatrox had missed war, mighty pantheon who faced him twice on the steppe of targon. that aspect cared little for his vessels, using them as mere puppets to focus his wrath. in this vessel, aatrox could see the sickening glow of humanity present behind its eyes. he could see judgement in those eyes, and he could see pity.

he would gouge them out before the vessel died, he decided.

" You know why I'm here, Protector -- " his voice was mighty, but in some subtle way it trembled, shaken by the depth of sorrow in aatrox's thought. " -- and you know that you will die, along with the rest of the world. Be grateful ; Though I will kill the world you love so much, you won't live to see it die. " @prtector

#prtector

[umbra-domini]

♦ !

"♦" first word my muse thinks of when your muse is mentioned | Accepting

" ... Ethereal. "

#IC tag tbd #lowkey... like super lowkey i think zed thinks taric is pretty #shhh dont tell him i said that though #prtector

[ionianwanderer]

☆ Put this star into the inbox of your favorite blogs. It's time to spread positivity! ( hold on I’m not done … ☆ x100)

im pelting you back with a thousand stars actually jojo wtf im gonna cry??

#asks; #prtector #ooc; #{ biting u affectionately }

[deathdxnces]

♢ What's your opinion on different interpretations of your muse?

the mun's interpretation

— @prtector

as with any character i think there's always room for different readings! some aspects of her character certainly stand out more to me than they will for other people and so on and so forth, and that's fine. i'm not a fan of saying 'this is the only valid take' and honestly i'd never ever say that about my portrayals of any character i write. they're right for me. they're not the only way to look at them, they're my way of looking at them.

that doesn't mean i'm not critical of some interpretations. i don't like when people downplay the impact not only the war but her position of leadership at such a young age impacted who she is now; i just feel it takes away from what makes her compelling, that she went through so much and it shaped who she is for better or worse. in the same vein, i'm a big fan of making irelia flawed, so when she is... excessively kind and forgiving it doesn't feel right to me. i do think she can be so very kind and gentle and soft, but that has to coexist with her flaws, you know? i don't mind interpretations that make her softer than my own, but i don't like when she is. just soft, because i don't feel that's accurate to her as a character.

but yeah i guess i'd say my biggest pet peeve is about her not being portrayed as flawed and her inner struggles being downplayed. the dichotomy between what she is as a symbol and who she is as a person, the struggle in regards to what she feels she has to be and what she feels she has to do, the fact she is a heroic figure and how deeply broken that left her, the prejudices and negative aspects and flaws, those are the things that make irelia most compelling to me. still, like i said, that's just... my personal preference and i'd never try to impose that on other people. different interpretations are valid and good and something not being my cup of tea just means i'll stay away from it!

#» out of character — ⌜main sup irl.⌟ #» character study — ⌜both the tranquil sea and the tempest.⌟ #prtector #i really don't think there is like.... a 'right' way to interpret a character especially if we're talking rp #and i'm all for people going wild and ignoring everything they dislike and focusing on the things they like more #even if my particular way of going about characters is keeping close to canon and expanding on how i see them in that context #but like i said that's! just me! and if i dislike how someone writes irelia in fanfiction or whatever i'll simply not read it askdfnakdjfn

[yanlei-a]

“ from a man to another , i admire your patience with kayn . truly , you’re a figure that is both revered &. impactful on that boy’s life . shine on , you diamond . “

*taric positivity amongst simps*

— @prtector

He finds himself momentarily disarmed by the aspect's words, rare occurrence that it is to have another acknowledge his regard for the boy goes well beyond any perceived usefulness (Zed has never called him son; he knows well the damage fathers can cause, and he would never impose that upon his favored student). The wording changes little, nevertheless; he had taken him in and raised him the best he could, ever striving to be a better father than the ones he had.

The yánléi would not claim he succeeded, that he was good at it at all; but he does hope the other man is right, even if only in part: that he managed to have some positive impact on Kayn, if nothing else. "Patience and respect are what any child deserves," he replies, as if it is always so simple (as if he himself had not suffered with the lack of it). "Would that he listened more when it comes to his own well-being."

#» in character — ⌜the master of shadows.⌟ #prtector #picture zed slightly disconcerted bc how does one handle positivity and compliments really #aksdjnsakjdnf #i love taric sm though wah

[witchcraftandburialdirt]

you’re welcome to stay, if you want.

from Taric! modern verse?

&. 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. ═══ MODERN VERSE ═══ ❛ you’re welcome to stay, if you want. ❜

Robin jolted violently when the voice interrupted his day dream, visions of fluffy clouds and such being blasted back into stark reality as he float on a tube within the pool Taric was watching over. He hadn't noticed how late it had gotten and that Taric had begun cleaning up the area - a wave of embarrassment swalllowing him. Had he not heard the initial few whistles or loud speaker? Was he really that out of it? And so, his wobbly voice asked,

"W-What--?"

"You're welcome to stay, if you want. While I clean?"

"...O-Oh, if...if you're sure.. Thank you"

He offered a small smile as he observed Taric return to his duties, his gaze keen on watching him for just a few moments longer before he settled back down in his tube. He decided, however, this time to stay present incase Taric called for him...plus the gentle melody the lifeguard was humming brought a serene smile to Robin's face. The voice was deep and rich, but smooth - not husky like a certain someone he knew.

Perhaps he would stop by more often, or bring the man a coffee for his kindness.

#ic #rp #verse: modern #prtector #WAHHH #JOJO THIS IS SO CUTE #IM #FGINGJKHG #HOLDING THEM #HOLDING YOU

[mettlemight]

soft and sweet ( @prtector: ❛ relationships are built on trust, and i trust you. ❜ )

How many times had he given a similar speech to his own men? Countless worried soldiers fearful for their lives, their first battles or even their fifth. Garen told them that all one needed was trust to get through the sweat, grime and carnage of a battle. Morale was an interesting fuel, and it always filled him with a sense of pride whenever a soldier fought on, his words uplifting them to a higher stature. Garen was a hypocrite though, and here he was stood before Taric, the man offering him the same words of encouragement and yet all he could do was see that serene smile and buckle under the pressure, heart hammering away beneath the fabric of his tunic, sweat beading down his temple. Part of him felt as if he didn't deserve such trust, that any words of wisdom and inspiration that he once had would wither anyone away. And Taric... his friend, was offering a branch out despite everything.

Despite the doubts their eyes were locked however, and the breeze was filling the quiet air, blowing through his hair and igniting the light back to his eyes as they settled down on Taric's outstretched hand. A branch. A relationship he had thought lost offered to him despite his desire to forget. Taric was here after everything.

Reaching forward, he hesitates, drawing his hand back for only a moment before blue eyes rise up to meet Taric's expression once more, gauging it for any sign of trickery. There was none.

There was only affection.

Breathing through his nose he moves again, grasping Taric's hand in his own, a move he could remember the two of them doing as boys. Reliving a memory so to speak only as men. "...Okay. I trust you too."

#prtector #you: something lighter #me: garen is mess

[nameaprice]

stop — from Taric

Gentle actions / @prtector

It was relitavely easy travelling to Targon if you did not need to cross The Great Sai.

Sivir and her small group of travelling companions, three others, had left Nerimazeth at sundown. It was less troublesome to go do business there at night, when the Solari scouts were few in numbers. The Rakkor hunters were more reasonable. Probably because they were not religious zealots.

Safety is not something one would come by easily for a mercenary. To Sivir, it was more than just that. She learnt the world was unsafe as a child and since then her guard would always be up. Hence her suspicious gaze when the wind seemed to come to a halt.

The attack was sudden and the enemy was in a larger number, double their own. Those creatures were something she had only heard about so far. Monsters unlike any seen in Shurima. Someone had told her they were called Void Creatures.

They held their own until another group swarmed at them. Would it be an endless fight? Were the creatures hoping to win through exhaustion? Two of her traveling companions had already fallen to the ground, wounded. One died just as Sivir was charging to help him.

A flash of light suddenly frightened the creatures and drew Sivir and the other's attention. A tall man, with long hair and shiny armour, holding a mace… a knight perhaps? She didn't think too much on it, he was helping afterall, and continued fighting.

"Get to high gro--!" a cry of terror sounded behind Sivir as another of her friends was attacked. The creatures that remained alive seemed to be running off but at the same time dragging her somewhere. Immediately she thought to run after her, but the stranger moved to stand in her way, blocking the view as the woman continued shouting as her limbs were torn off. Sivir struggled in his firm but gentle hold, and stopped as soon as the screaming died out. When he let her go she shoved him back, the shock of what happened still leaving her body "Who the fuck are you?!"

#prtector #|| inbox replies #thanks for the ask!

[knightfeared]

*Send 💕 and my muse will use The Love Calculator to see how compatible they are. 📨 ➤  @prtector  [ ; ]  💕 i'm curious what result the site would give you versus mine , honestly.

⦗ 𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠… ⦘ ■■□□□□□□□□ 24%

𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐀 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄, 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒𝐍𝐓 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐒 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘, 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐒 𝐕𝐎𝐋𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐒. Looking down, he hums, golden gaze thinning, before it lifts again with a sheepishly offered look. ❝ Well, not very compatible . . . But on the bright side? I’m 90% sure it’s not all that accurate, so hey, who knows, maybe there’s a chance we could get along. ❞

Who really knew. For now, he’d choose to be optimistic. Though he didn’t know all that much about the other save for what he’s been told directly, Taric was nothing but kind & honest so far. Nothing’d given him a good enough reason to doubt him or his intentions. So until something did come up?

Flashing the other a more confident, more sure grin, Jayce’s attention turns back down to the results, fingers fidgeting with the corner of the page before he starts to fold it up in some nonchalant dismissal.

❝ Guess only time’ll tell though, right? ❞

#╰┈➤ ┊❛ ANSWERED IC. ❜┊ #╰┈➤ ┊❛ INTERACTIONS. ❜┊ #prtector #MUSE: [ JAYCE TALIS. ] #Late as hell but pfffff

[stellaelillac]

𝗦𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗧𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗰 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗮𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘀 ; her ears went down ever so slightly and lifted again with emotion. @prtector has been a dear friend to Soraka — in moments where she has lost faith in the mortal realm of Runeterra, his words of wisdom would remember there is always something worth fighting for.

“ But why me ? ” She asks ; the doubts still haunts her heart. “ They could have picked anyone else— you could have picked anyone else. And yet, i have been chosen but why ? Why do you all think i am worth of such task ? ”

#hello i need them to interact more 🥺 #prtector #‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ asks / messages from the stars. #‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ ic / soraka. #‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ ooc / queue.

[movedtoferinehuntress]

⌜ ♥ @prtector ⌟ ―― Panda ► Send me a ♚ if you like my writing = ❝ ♚ your writing is truly, truly, truly outrageous <33 seriously i love it &. the interactions we have so far have been really fun and interesting, and thank you for indulging my arcane brainrot!! ❞

The moment you commented about my writing and how you wanted to write with me made my whole day, and then when we started talking and plotting and just pretty much squealing back and forth I was hands down so excited!!! I love how much you like my take on Caitlyn and how I try to utilize her more perceptive views and reading into her mindset.

I will absolutely indulge and throw everything Arcane at you! I'm honestly, highly amused at how Taric and Caitlyn are both suspicious about each other, when these two are probably the nicest people in teh world XDD Its just so ironic and highly amusing. Yoru writing is just as engaging too, though! I love how detailed you are, and how I can see Taric in his mannerisms and actions and the details <3 I'm so excited to write with you more <3

#prtector #[panda speaks] — ooc post. #[panda speaks] — positivity.

[agonizedembrace]

you’re only making this worse for yourself.

from Taric !!

dire situations prompts | currently accepting

there is a twitch to evelynn's features, the refusal of acceptance.

"there's no reason to why i should accept your assistance," on the contrary, there certainly is. it is not often -- or in fact, ever -- that she traverses these lands. an argument could be made, that this place is against the very of her nature. but that's why she's even in a weakened state now, isn't it?

so what if she's a little limp though? she's not going to accept help from someone with such..... beautiful hair? maybe she's going delirious.

"... fine. how could you possibly make this easier for me?"

#» WHO DOES A GIRL HAVE TO KILL TO START ANOTHER RUNE WAR? ( ASK ) #prtector #» HATE AND LOVE ARE JUST TWO WORDS FOR PASSION ( IC ) #» V. { AGONY }

[umbra-domini]

| @prtector plotted a starter!

The one thing that Zed had dedicated himself to in his new found life was protecting his Nation. It was the one thing he had left. He had thrown away everything else in his old life; people he was close to , his old order , his honor and reputation. Every last thing had been tossed to the wind in order to gain the power that was necessary to keep Ionia safe. Some choices were harder to make than others , and while he wished it could have ended differently - that he could have preserved those things rather than set them ablaze… he did not regret his actions. To him the greatest deed he could do with his life, with the chance he had been given to train among the Kinkou and eventually be blessed by Shadow Magic's touch, was to put good use to his sacrifices. To help preserve his nation , prevent tragedy from striking it once more.

Whether that tragedy be another invasion by the blood thirsty brutes that inhabited Noxus, or another killer rising to power and tormenting those who inhabited the countryside. He had made a vow to himself to prevent such things as much as he could. It was all he had left. Without his duty, he had nothing. And he would go to whatever measures he must take in order to follow through with his duty. To keep the people and his lands safe.

That also meant that whenever he heard of people who did manage to avoid threats, it piqued his interested.

The Rakkor…

A group of people living in the harsh conditions of Mount Targon; A tribal faction which some would question their very existence. A fable, a whisper amongst the believers - a long shot. But … there was no reward in not taking risks, and if it was as it seemed, an ancient people who had managed to avoid not only threats from other nations, but been able to traverse and live in such an environment. And if these legends were true then well … the risk was worth it. The potential of what he could learn to better his own people's survival was exponential. Methods that may not be known by others, ways that remain shrouded in secrecy.

After all, he had always found himself drawn to the more unconventional method of doing things. The ways in which others wouldn't dare to try, or would not believe would work. There was risk, yes, that his journey would be for nothing. That these people didn't exist - or that he would not learn a single thing from them. That their methods would be things he had tried before. As these risks came with many a thing, Zed could only hope that the reward was well worth it.

So he had set off to journey from his little island nation, into the main land. Venturing far into Shurima, across the dunes of sand - the ruins of civilizations past. As he found himself nearing the Mountain though, he was stunned by the sheer vastness of it. It was unlike anything he had seen before - the way the peaks practically reached the heavens. It was rather beautiful, how nature could produce such a thing.

But as he grew nearer, he knew now that the real challenge would come. Finding the fabled tribes that he had heard of. Pathways were carved delicately into the mountainsides, leading up into the unknown. Ones that, at a first glance seemed to be parts of the mountain terrain itself, and as much as he was amazed at how grand this mountain was, he also knew that nature couldn't possibly produce anything of the sort. It had to have been man made, just how old though, he was uncertain. That would be his first step he would take in this search.

Zed moved to follow along the paths of the mountainside, hoping that eventually it would have to lead him to someone or something. Even just a hint of a civilization that once was would be more than he was expecting to find.

#IC tag tbd #prtector #let me know if you need anything changed! #left it kinda open w/ zed wandering through the mountains #i am .. very excited for this <3