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Yorick the Gravedigger

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summoner-nightcipher:

askyorick replied to your post: Urgot, Sion, Mundo

Urgot and Sion are Noxian

Urgot was a Noxian, but was killed and thenrebuiltinto the twisted form he lives in now by Zaun. Sion, on the other hand, was re-animated with the aid of some Zaunite hextech.

They are ALL mockeries of life, and as such, are ineligible for consideration. MOVING ON!

Sion was a foolish attempt of the Noxian Necromancer to try the art of revival. As you can see on the rotten flesh and his beastly smell, they felt hard. Urgot on the other hand got revived trough technology of Zaun but still is under the flag of Noxus and not Zaun. Summoner, inform yourself better…

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asktheladyofclockwork: He felt her hand crossed behind his back, and her nose touching his and the cold metal, that was her waist, in his hands and yet he didn’t feel the chill which she should emit… And then he voice rang trough the small room in his house and even when there were only the monotone voice of a robot, it was also filled with emotion, which let this being, who is usually far away from humanity, sound like a human with a heart made out of flesh and blood. “My dear, it’s somebody, not something…”  He smiled and gave her a small kiss on her lips. ((sorry, I ate nachos… now there is cheese everywhere)) She grazed her cheek against his once more, the warmness of his skin not registering with her, but still she enjoyed the feeling of him being there, the spongy layer of skin sliding smoothly against her flawless shell. Two totally different beings that has somehow found a way to become one. He spoke and she offered a shy smile in return. He was always telling her she was more than just a robot, no matter what she believed of herself, and that was the hope she had been given by him. He was the one who had given her life more of a meaning because he was adamant that she was always more than what she was made for. He gave her reasons to want to be more.“Yes, my love” she simply replied with a small nod, knowing she would not win this argument. She never did win this one. “See, it isn’t that hard.”  Another smile came over his lips, together with his words. He leaned a little bit forward and pressed his forehead against hers. For a quite long time he stayed like that. What could be more enjoyable than the little heat that was between them, between this ghost, this corpse, and the metallic skin of this machine which became human under humans? Slowly his hand rose and stroke gently trough this pink hair which was left a strange sensation. On the one hand it felt like faked hair, a wig made of thin wires which only had the sense to fool human, who are to blind to see the metallic shine it emitted. On the other hand it was like silk in his hands. Flowing like water and smooth like air. “Have I ever told you how much I love your hair? It’s so beautiful…”
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asktheladyofclockwork:

He felt her hand crossed behind his back, and her nose touching his and the cold metal, that was her waist, in his hands and yet he didn’t feel the chill which she should emit… And then he voice rang trough the small room in his house and even when there were only the monotone voice of a robot, it was also filled with emotion, which let this being, who is usually far away from humanity, sound like a human with a heart made out of flesh and blood.

“My dear, it’s somebody, not something…” 

He smiled and gave her a small kiss on her lips.

((sorry, I ate nachos… now there is cheese everywhere))

She grazed her cheek against his once more, the warmness of his skin not registering with her, but still she enjoyed the feeling of him being there, the spongy layer of skin sliding smoothly against her flawless shell. Two totally different beings that has somehow found a way to become one.

He spoke and she offered a shy smile in return. He was always telling her she was more than just a robot, no matter what she believed of herself, and that was the hope she had been given by him. He was the one who had given her life more of a meaning because he was adamant that she was always more than what she was made for. He gave her reasons to want to be more.
“Yes, my love” she simply replied with a small nod, knowing she would not win this argument. She never did win this one.

“See, it isn’t that hard.” 

Another smile came over his lips, together with his words. He leaned a little bit forward and pressed his forehead against hers. For a quite long time he stayed like that. What could be more enjoyable than the little heat that was between them, between this ghost, this corpse, and the metallic skin of this machine which became human under humans?

Slowly his hand rose and stroke gently trough this pink hair which was left a strange sensation. On the one hand it felt like faked hair, a wig made of thin wires which only had the sense to fool human, who are to blind to see the metallic shine it emitted. On the other hand it was like silk in his hands. Flowing like water and smooth like air.

“Have I ever told you how much I love your hair? It’s so beautiful…”

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From ghouls to minions (@askbmm)

The layers of the world shifted. They bowed and stretched themself, opening a hole for those who want to pass trough the mysterium which is called space and time. The  gap in the shadows opened wider and a hooded guy followed by wicked looking creatures stepped out of this hole.

Yorick scuffeled out in the bright day, the shine of the sun blinding his not seeing eyes. His ghouls followed him without making a sound. A ball of light danced next to Yorick’s head.

“Yorick, you can stop I think we are here. Blue is surely waiting for us” The voice came from the orb that flew around the gravedigger. The ghouls only nodded. The humpbacked man only turned around and walked into the portal again.

“Just be back at home in time.” then the man disappeared. So the ghouls stood in front of blues house and waited.

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mssarahfortune:

askyorick:

mssarahfortune:

[I’d just like to take a second to point out this amazing website. Gorgeous looking drinks modeled after League champs? Yes please! Even if you’re not a drinker you have to admit these look very pretty…]

((didn’t they come from drunken moogle?))

[I don’t believe so, one was crossposted on TDM but gave credit to AlcoLoL :) ]

((good sorry, my mistake))

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mssarahfortune:

[I’d just like to take a second to point out this amazing website. Gorgeous looking drinks modeled after League champs? Yes please! Even if you’re not a drinker you have to admit these look very pretty…]

((didn’t they come from drunken moogle?))

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petentheundeadsummoner: Hohoho, i see why thank you my good sir, also i must say that that is quite a hat you have there, i love hats they have the power to define a man, i once knew this man who sold hats he was quite a funny guy he always knew what to say, he had a son too who wanted to get into the hat-making business, infact he was the lad who made me my hat and it has served me ever since. ((Another very IC guy or a somebody who is as tired as me ^^ here a little bit promotion for this guy… my friend, there was an OOC in front of the ask :P and well done))
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petentheundeadsummoner:

Hohoho, i see why thank you my good sir, also i must say that that is quite a hat you have there, i love hats they have the power to define a man, i once knew this man who sold hats he was quite a funny guy he always knew what to say, he had a son too who wanted to get into the hat-making business, infact he was the lad who made me my hat and it has served me ever since.

((Another very IC guy or a somebody who is as tired as me ^^ here a little bit promotion for this guy… my friend, there was an OOC in front of the ask :P and well done))

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Ashe’s Lore and my take on it

ask-skarner:

themightoffrejlord:

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((From what I read in the journal of justice, way back when, Tryn and Ashe got married for largely political reasons. I may very well be wrong about that though.))

((and also that Ashe and Trynda maybe married out of love… there are those possibilities ^^))

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My time of silence on the matter is over

lollicon:

docdrex:

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((Sigh… yep, true to the last point))

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I’m Sorry If Shen and I are blowing up your dashboards

peachsticks:

askyorick:

ask-surgeonshen:

asknurseakali:

were bored and hungry as fuck

//sounds about right//

//lmao I scroll down all I see is me and Akali//

((I don’t want to bitch around, but Skype or something like that would be great at the moment))

it doesn’t much bug me. i’m hungry too so i understand the PAIN

((Hmmm, but in comparison: first this your personal blog and second you reblog food then so that everybody gets hungry and everybody is away and making food while you starve… or reblog them cause hungry))

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I’m Sorry If Shen and I are blowing up your dashboards

ask-surgeonshen:

asknurseakali:

were bored and hungry as fuck

//sounds about right//

//lmao I scroll down all I see is me and Akali//

((I don’t want to bitch around, but Skype or something like that would be great at the moment))

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kirika-thecatgirlsummoner:

askthecopperfurnace:

OF COURSE I HAVE CANDY….

LOOK!

IT’S OVER THERE ON THAT SUSPECTING PLACE WITH A BOX AND A STICK WITH A WIRE……..

NOTHING MIGHT HAPPEN AT ALL!

Oh but Mr. Tuna can that candies in a box with a stick! I may be small by Gravey taught me better then that! Bad Mr. Tuna can!

children… they grow up so fast… *wiping a sarcastic tear out of the corner of his eyes))

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askthemightofdemacia:

askyorick:

askthemightofdemacia:

askyorick:

askthemightofdemacia:

Yorick was indeed puzzling, why a ghost would search for love? why wen’t left in the darkness, he sitll looked for company, a family?, when does he stopped been just a ghost and… found his soul?

Riddles on the dark…

“I can easily answer this question. I just never show to everybody that I am a simple human from the base to the top. Not even the summoners with their mind reading ability see me as the man who just lives but the ghost whose call wakes up the dead one”

He scratched the back of his head a little bit. Nothing was really itching him but somehow he had this urge to do so. 

“My family was always important to me… did you know I was even married once? The unfortunate fact that it ended up without children is one of those things I regret highly… but fate isn’t always nice. And we divorced so in this way there won’t anything happen again…”

Garen laughed, even tough, it was not making fun of Yorick, the day has been so strange now So, I’m in love of my “nemesis” and I find out you are almost human, my relative, and even likable His gaze changed its focus, now looking at the streets below Now the next thing I will see is Jarvan drinking with Jericho

He looked, almost expecting to see the pair, but it didn’t happened, of course that was too much We maybe aren’t that diferent old man, after all

“If you want that to happen I’m sure I could bring Jericho to do so… he still owe me something cause of the lost Chess match. Why not torturing him a little bit?”

He chuckled again as he imagined his friend sitting in front of Jarvan with an stern face while holding a glass of wine. He nearly burst out in laughter as he imagined the murder in Swain’s eyes which he would try to control cause of his debt… Maybe he should really consider it.

“What did you expect? You are exactly like me cousin when he was as old as you… only that you don’t hunt after every girl’s underwear…”

Garen couldn’t avoid laughing from the last comment and from the overall idea of Jarvan drinking with Jericho I guess thats a very good diference, I only hunt for one ladies underwear he said, following the joke

Even tough she doesn’t wear it often he tough, then turned to Yorick, his hand reached for the shoulder of the Gravedigger Perharps in time Yorick, things will change he said to Yorick, his voice softer What I do know now is that I look to you with diferent eyes

He turned and walked back to the room, he stopped at entrance Perharps someday, yes why not? he concluded now, returning to the room where Katarina was, probably sleeping by now

Yes, why not….

Yorick received all this gestures only with a smile on his lips… he didn’t need more than that so why making a speech? As Garen made his way into the room he made his steps toward a dark corner of the door’s shadow. Like he walked trough a portal he disappeared without any sign of his appearance…

(Source: thesinisterblade)

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Is it me..?

ask-themaven:

Or does it seem this ask blog community is falling apart..

As far as I can see people are leaving, getting frustrated, fighting, etc.

Which..come on guys..We all started rping because we love the game and we all LOVED each other (some in different ways then others) But as far as I can tell everything has fallen apart..People look to us to be entertained and we look to each other for friendship and role playing..Not to HATE one another every five seconds..So can we please go back to how they were?

I mean I know I am new..And probably alot of people find me creepy being a guy and role playing females but still I don’t look at any of you and judge or give such hatred such MALICE to where a huge thing breaks out..

Just please consider my proposal..Please.

Stephen~

((If it calms you down… it was like that after the first 2 weeks after I started… and since I am quite at the beginning…))

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asktheladyofclockwork: askyorick: asktheladyofclockwork: The haunt of ghouls wooed around Yorick as he entered the house, the noise drowning out his own words before Orianna shooed them off and they scattered from the house.“Welcome home, honey. Go and rest, i’m sure it’s been a hard day for you” she says, taking his shovel from him and resting it against the wall. She smiled back at him and dusted the dirt from his shoulder before wrapping her mechanical arms around his thick neck and flicking bits of leaves and muck from the back of his hair, jumping slightly as a frog appears from it and springs onto the carpet. She pulls back from him to look him in the face after the appearance of the amphibian and shrugs.“I can’t say I’m surprised” “But indeed I am…” His gaze also followed the frog which jumped around on the carpet… How does such a thing even fit into his hair without him noticing? His look came back to the robot in front of him. He smiled slightly…  “Anyways, not so important, how are you, my dear?” He laid his hands on her waist, watching not to get into the gap between her abdomen and her torso… it happened once and he was quite happy back there that his current form didn’t allowed any serve wounds… “I hope your day was as pleasant as my days are now…” Orianna watched as the frog sat still for a moment, glaring back at them as if they had disturbed the frog in his home, until he got bored of the staring contest and croaked, jumping out of the open door. Orianna turned back to Yorick and returned his smile with her own. Her arms found their way around his neck as his found her waist and she brushed her nose against his gently. “Well, a frog certainly isn’t the worst thing you’ve ever brought home. Remember that Cadaver you had to dig up and we had to store it here for two weeks until you could find a new burial site? I’m just glad I don’t have a sense of smell…” she replied, ending her sentence with a small outburst of electric laughter. Her eyes closed in delirium as he announced his days were happy now, and she fell silent, euphoria overwhelming her that she had finally found another new meaning to her existence; love.“Who would of thought somebody like you would of ever fallen in love with something like me.” He felt her hand crossed behind his back, and her nose touching his and the cold metal, that was her waist, in his hands and yet he didn’t feel the chill which she should emit… And then he voice rang trough the small room in his house and even when there were only the monotone voice of a robot, it was also filled with emotion, which let this being, who is usually far away from humanity, sound like a human with a heart made out of flesh and blood. “My dear, it’s somebody, not something…”  He smiled and gave her a small kiss on her lips. ((sorry, I ate nachos… now there is cheese everywhere))
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asktheladyofclockwork:

askyorick:

asktheladyofclockwork:

The haunt of ghouls wooed around Yorick as he entered the house, the noise drowning out his own words before Orianna shooed them off and they scattered from the house.
“Welcome home, honey. Go and rest, i’m sure it’s been a hard day for you” she says, taking his shovel from him and resting it against the wall.

She smiled back at him and dusted the dirt from his shoulder before wrapping her mechanical arms around his thick neck and flicking bits of leaves and muck from the back of his hair, jumping slightly as a frog appears from it and springs onto the carpet. She pulls back from him to look him in the face after the appearance of the amphibian and shrugs.
“I can’t say I’m surprised”

“But indeed I am…”

His gaze also followed the frog which jumped around on the carpet… How does such a thing even fit into his hair without him noticing? His look came back to the robot in front of him. He smiled slightly… 

“Anyways, not so important, how are you, my dear?”

He laid his hands on her waist, watching not to get into the gap between her abdomen and her torso… it happened once and he was quite happy back there that his current form didn’t allowed any serve wounds…

“I hope your day was as pleasant as my days are now…”

Orianna watched as the frog sat still for a moment, glaring back at them as if they had disturbed the frog in his home, until he got bored of the staring contest and croaked, jumping out of the open door. Orianna turned back to Yorick and returned his smile with her own. Her arms found their way around his neck as his found her waist and she brushed her nose against his gently.

“Well, a frog certainly isn’t the worst thing you’ve ever brought home. Remember that Cadaver you had to dig up and we had to store it here for two weeks until you could find a new burial site? I’m just glad I don’t have a sense of smell…” she replied, ending her sentence with a small outburst of electric laughter.

Her eyes closed in delirium as he announced his days were happy now, and she fell silent, euphoria overwhelming her that she had finally found another new meaning to her existence; love.
“Who would of thought somebody like you would of ever fallen in love with something like me.”

He felt her hand crossed behind his back, and her nose touching his and the cold metal, that was her waist, in his hands and yet he didn’t feel the chill which she should emit… And then he voice rang trough the small room in his house and even when there were only the monotone voice of a robot, it was also filled with emotion, which let this being, who is usually far away from humanity, sound like a human with a heart made out of flesh and blood.

“My dear, it’s somebody, not something…” 

He smiled and gave her a small kiss on her lips.

((sorry, I ate nachos… now there is cheese everywhere))

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ask-ashe:

askthewilloftheblades:

ask-ashe replied to your post: Ashe said I’m the biggest lesbian in the League. …
Yes it is.

Irelia frowns.

Oh.

Please also note the hint of sarcasm in my voice.

because it’s so easy to read in voice…

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