(SIGNAL BOOSTING MAH OTHUH BLAWG before I answer all of Poppy’s questions:
(Just giving y’all a heads up:
I haven’t retired this blog. I have, however, taken a small step back from it to deal with getting ~*~*~*~degrees~*~*~*~* and focusing on a career and such in the real life. I WILL BE RUNNING POPPY AGAIN…and ALSOOOO…
Q:WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN ;-; Never before have I been so confused by a woman's actions, IS THIS WHAT A RELATIONSHIP IS LIKE?
Q:HONEEEY, I'M HOOOOOME~ (OH GOD NOT THE FACE)
Poppy bowled Jolan over.
A sweep of her enormous hammer sent the gargantuan summoner tumbling over like a fawn trying to get used to its awkward legs and the surprising weight of her miniature body bowled him over and kept him down. Heavy hammer resting on a sturdy shoulder, she peered down at him imperiously, her brow furrowing into a familiar scowl as she met his gaze through the thin slot of his helm.
What a racket! The spacious halls of the League of Legends echoed with the bellowing of his voice, a few passing students peering curiously at the two of them before fleeing at the look on her face. The League was, of course, one of the favorite haunts of the Iron Ambassador and she had gotten quite a reputation for her foul-tempered interactions with the summoner known as ‘Jolan’ - and for good reason! The yordle tucked a strand of hair behind her pointed ear and raised her hammer, pointing its blunted edge right down into Jolan’s face.
“I know it was you who cast the spell. You are the one who had been aiding anonymous summoners in their tricks against the champions of the League of Legends, Summoner Jolan,” Her tone dripped with annoyance. “Not only did you humiliate me by attaching me to that mongrel, Warwick, but I was forced into cleaning every single one of his various hideouts, gutting and skinning his prey and disposing of it once he was done…eviscerating it, for lack of a better term. This would not have been so bad if I had any control over my actions or my wardrobe…”
Poppy glared stonily down at the summoner. She could tell he was trying not to laugh.
“It’s people like you, you who takes advantage of your given powers and knowledge, who break the bonds between champions and summoners. You bring disgrace to your own art by toying with it in mocking and humiliating ways when it’s something that should be used to promote peace. You disappointed me.”
Poppy said one word but it clearly meant another. Her blue eyes narrowed upon him in distrust, and she hopped down from his chest. Slipping her hammer comfortably back between her shoulderblades, the yordle actually loses her composure for a moment and turns with a huff.
“Don’t expect me to be letting YOU into my head any time soon!”
Just crawled into bed after A-Kon dinner with my lovelies. I had a super amazing weekend in Dallas thank you so much to everyone who came by and said hello or bought something ; w ; !!! I was super nervous about this weekend but everyone made me feel so at home~~
Here’s some commissions I took during the weekend. Also. While I was writing this entry fireworks literally came from the lawn of our hotel. This is fucking the best hotel ever.
(TONS OF ASKS for the ‘Honey I’m Home’ prompt! If you don’t see yours up here right away, don’t fret - I’m trying to give everyone the same quality answer. :) )
Q:Hello there Poppy. You mind joining me and the others to a girls night out? This isn't my idea, it seems Sir Jarvan is making me do this. In any case, I had to come ask you first. So Here I am.
“Girl’s Night Out…?”
Poppy takes all of about two minutes to consider Shyvana’s question. She taps a finger to her lips and studies the half-dragon female, wondering what could have driven her to come all the way here and ask her, of all people. She figured that she would have asked Lux…she seemed like that sort.
Still, the Iron Ambassador couldn’t say no to a dragon. Bitches love dragons.
“Of course, lady Shyvana. Let me know what is planned and I would be glad to accompany you.”