My best ARAM-Kata game/stats so far, I’m so proud of myself ;u; <33
Test doodle. The frame timer thing is different on photoshop than what I’m used to, so the gif is a bit too fast :”< ANW WOW ERYNIAS U SHINY PINEAPPLE PRINCE. In his free time he sits on a rock and splits the leaves on his head so it’d look more like human hair. pssshhshameonyousalad
Anonymous asked: After a long match with Teemo, Graves realizes that there is something different... something fascinating about the yordle
There’s something about Teemo that makes Graves nervous. It’s a swirling, tingly feeling—intoxicating and new.
He doesn’t understand why he feels this way, and he knows it’s terribly wrong, but, for the life of him, the grizzly gunman just can’t help it. Because suddenly, hell, every time Teemo shoots him a glance in lane, every time he blows a blinding dart Graves’ way (damn, those lips), all he can think about is slamming the yordel, feet dangling, against the wall and kissing that cocky grin off his face.
Graves doesn’t know what to do.
It’s less than thirty minutes past minion spawning when Graves’ team experiences their depressing defeat. His creep score is less than fantastic, he knows, and Leona is giving him a look that tells him exactly what she thinks of that. Nevertheless, Graves takes his loss with as much pride as he has left, nodding his congratulations to the opposing team.
Teemo is chatting with Jinx (they seem to be on friendly terms, Graves notes, and consequently wonders why he cares) when Graves realizes that he’s never before appreciated the fact that Teemo never wears a shirt. The yordel is kind of furry, of course, but Graves has to admit it just adds to his charm. His hands, too, are rather cute. They’re small, but strong (and Graves knows there are better places they could be than around that little wooden blowpipe).
And then Grave’s heart stops, because Teemo is looking at him. They lock gazes—or at least Graves thinks they do, he can never really tell with Teemo—and the man feels his knees grow weak.
Leona give a shout when he hits the ground. And Teemo, meanwhile, reconsiders the changes he made to his magical mushrooms’ chemical make-up.
liptonsteatime asked: For the 102nd time, Cass dreams about becoming the beauty she used to be again and the things she and Lux will be able to do now that Cass is "normal".
Lux hangs on her arm as they walk through the grove. Petals swirl their way through the air. A few land on Lux’s head, and Cassiopeia brushes them away with a laugh.
"I think," Cass says, "that the flowers are jealous of me."
Lux bats her on the shoulder, then kisses her cheek. “You’re such a flatterer. Flowers don’t have feelings, Cass. I mean they’re cognizant but the debate about the extent of their consciousness has been raging for centuries now. They can’t be—”
Now, Cassiopeia kisses her. Lux smiles against her lips. They find their way to a tree and stand beneath it. Cassiopeia can smell it all: the faint scent of flowers; the bright citrus of Lux’s perfume. She can see all the colors of every petal. She can name all the shades of blue in Lux’s eyes. She can feel the wind brushing through her hair, she can go out even though it’s chilly, she can walk.
She kisses Lux harder than she’s ever kissed her before. She wraps her arms around the mage, sways them back and forth. When they break, Cassiopeia bites her lip.
She hates dreaming like this.
"Let’s dance," she says.
"Dance in the middle of a grove? We don’t even have any music, Cass…"
"I’ll sing," she says. And she begins to sing, wordlessly, the tune to a Demacian court dance.
They join hands and sway. Cassiopeia’s steps are perfectly in time. One, two, three, one two three, she is dancing with her lover; one two three, one two three, they are at the Officer’s Ball and everyone is commenting on Cassiopeia’s dress; one two three, they are dancing, dancing…
Cassiopeia wakes up. Lux is safely tucked within her coils, whistling softly in her sleep.
The naga squeezes her and tries not to cry.