Ask/roleplay blog for Shyvana the Half-Dragon from League of Legends.
M!A: Open.
Singleship, OC friendly.
I take it you never let anyone ride Bristle, but can I ride you?

icameinlikeawreckingboar:

"I have, in exceptional circumstances, allowed others to ride my steed. But if you are looking to give me a ride, I might recommend going about it in a better way than a crude sex joke."

askironscaleshyvana

If she could have stopped again, she would have. Most of her came to a stop anyway, as she began to picture things in her head. Nice things. And surprisingly, she didn’t seem to hate it. If the other could have seen her face, it was a sight worth seeing, watching a puzzled warlord blushing whilst overthinking things. “I… That actually sounds quite nice, thank you. I would love to go do something together. I guess. If you promise to stop drawing unneeded attention, we can continue. So stay quite and no fire please?”

She didn’t really wait for the other to respond as she slowly began to walk again, although she would await a confirmation before picking up speed again. She knew she could carry the other jogging, but what about a run? How fast could she go. I mean she might need to know this stuff in case of some kind of emergency in battle right? Or Shyvana might have more fun and then do nice things for her…

askironscaleshyvana

"Wellp." Shyvana hopped down, pushing herself up off of Sejuani’s shoulders and just falling back as the other woman walked. "Better to jump down than get thrown down, my mom always used to say." Brushing herself off, she let out a girlish giggle. "Besides, I got what I came here for anyway." Looking at the still walking figure, she was beaming. 

"I’ll pick you up one of these days." She meant that literally. "Preferably a day we both have off. Though that begs the question, what are we going to do?" 

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Jarvan approached Shyvana with a wide smile on his face. "Lady Shyvana, a pleasure to see you today. How have you fared? Well I hope."

glorytodemacia:

askironscaleshyvana:

askironscaleshyvana:

It was way too early for Shyvana to be in this mood. It wasn’t even her turn on the free week rotation, so why was she feeling so miserable? While she was contemplating this with her mug of tea, she was startled by her prince’s voice. “Oh, hi. Um…” Her mood had brightened considerably, but still she would have to refrain from saying the first thing that came to mind lest she upset her superior officer. “Yes, I’m faring well. What of yourself?” 


"Oh, you have?" That surprised Shyvana. "I figured you preferred those to actual battles that resulted in deaths and damages to property." Shyvana took another sip of her tea. Crap, he’d noticed. "I’m not tense." She lied, rather obviously. But she was not going to explain why she was upset, not to Jarvan, not here. "What are you doing with the time you’ve got to spare now?" 

Jarvan leaned back in his seat, he rose a hand to his chin to think as his eyes trailed from the ceiling and back down to the half dragon before him. He did not speak more of the obvious lie Shyvana told him, prying on his comrades personal life was not a thing he did.

"For starters, I believe I require a companion." He said with a smirk, he chuckled lightly. "There is a gypsy carnival coming to Demacia next week. I had word from my father he have just approved of their entry into the city."

The prince shrugged and leaned back against the table, eyes directly set on the half dragon. “Come with me Shyvana, join me in these strange festivities these gypsies have to offer.”

"A companion you say?" There was a decently sized list of people he could have gone to for that. But she supposed he had his reasons to come to her. "Alright, that doesn’t sound too bad." She made sure to mentally remind herself not to get excited, this was strictly business. 

"I suppose we’re going to make sure that all the festivities are appropriate? No drugs, no criminal involvement and above all no spies." It didn’t sound like a very hard job, and maybe she’d be able to have a bit of  fun while there. 

I take it you never let anyone ride Bristle, but can I ride you?

icameinlikeawreckingboar:

"I have, in exceptional circumstances, allowed others to ride my steed. But if you are looking to give me a ride, I might recommend going about it in a better way than a crude sex joke."

askironscaleshyvana

She sighed. She sighed even louder. But after about 30 seconds the ridiculous display did not stop, so she did. She came to a dead stop, making sure the other didn’t fall off, but she certainly would have had one hell of a jolt. “You can apologize and stop your stupidness, or this is over. You are endangering us both with your silly waving and fire breath. I requested you drop the issue of fun and you have not. Do you want the real reason? Fine. I have no one to do fun things with. There. I would love to go have a nice walk in the park holding a friends hand and then have a picnic. I might enjoy going out to see a show or to a nice restaurant. But the only people interested in me are ones who want my money and my fame. They want the Winters Wrath, not Sejuani. And perhaps that is why I am no fun. Because nobody wants me to be fun.”

askironscaleshyvana

Shyvana was very startled at the sudden stop, she hadn’t heard the sighs over the racket she was making. Instead of being upset about Sejuani’s completely justified anger, Shyvana addressed her concerns. “Well, you’d might as well just toss me off now. Because I’m not going to stop. It’s way too much fun." The last word of the sentence bore a bit of teasing, and a bit of childish mischief. But after hearing why the warlord was such a stick in the mud, she felt a tinge of sadness. 

"You either, huh?" She was  significantly calmer now, one might think that she’d actually chosen to comply with Sejuani’s ultimatum. But really, she was just remembering how it felt being alone even when surrounded by people. "Alright, tell you what. Why don’t we go to the beach one of these days? You’ll get ice cream, I’ll make sand castles, we’ll go on a long platonic walk." 

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Jarvan approached Shyvana with a wide smile on his face. "Lady Shyvana, a pleasure to see you today. How have you fared? Well I hope."

glorytodemacia:

askironscaleshyvana:

It was way too early for Shyvana to be in this mood. It wasn’t even her turn on the free week rotation, so why was she feeling so miserable? While she was contemplating this with her mug of tea, she was startled by her prince’s voice. “Oh, hi. Um…” Her mood had brightened considerably, but still she would have to refrain from saying the first thing that came to mind lest she upset her superior officer. “Yes, I’m faring well. What of yourself?” 

"Being a prince is not always sunshine and bunnies." Jarvan laughed and took his seat opposite to Shyvana, his heavy plate rustled as he moved. "But I am faring well, the Rift keeps me busy, but for now I have removed myself from the roster. I care little for the trivial mock battles between summoners." He rested his arms on the table and had a steady stare at the half dragon.

"However, I noticed you’re very tense. Are you hiding something from me Shyvana? You know you can speak to me about anything, my lips are sealed after all."

"Oh, you have?" That surprised Shyvana. "I figured you preferred those to actual battles that resulted in deaths and damages to property." Shyvana took another sip of her tea. Crap, he’d noticed. "I’m not tense." She lied, rather obviously. But she was not going to explain why she was upset, not to Jarvan, not here. "What are you doing with the time you’ve got to spare now?" 

Jarvan approached Shyvana with a wide smile on his face. "Lady Shyvana, a pleasure to see you today. How have you fared? Well I hope."

It was way too early for Shyvana to be in this mood. It wasn’t even her turn on the free week rotation, so why was she feeling so miserable? While she was contemplating this with her mug of tea, she was startled by her prince’s voice. “Oh, hi. Um…” Her mood had brightened considerably, but still she would have to refrain from saying the first thing that came to mind lest she upset her superior officer. “Yes, I’m faring well. What of yourself?” 

I take it you never let anyone ride Bristle, but can I ride you?

icameinlikeawreckingboar:

"I have, in exceptional circumstances, allowed others to ride my steed. But if you are looking to give me a ride, I might recommend going about it in a better way than a crude sex joke."

askironscaleshyvana

"You wouldn’t know fun if it bit you on the butt. Know what? Fine. I won’t compare you to my father." Shyvana folder arms in annoyance and let out a hmph. "You are literally the anti-fun police, you know that? I accept your terms though." Shyvana snickered to herself, she was still going to make the airplane sounds and wave her arms around. Okay, that was weird phrasing, but whatever. Shyvana made sure to be careful to avoid the helmet horns when she sat on Sejuani’s shoulders. This was going to be fun. 

She sighed heavily, then stood up. “I am going to continue the route I take for my morning exercise. Try not to slow me down.” And with that, she began to walk. But that was no challenge. She had extra weight, might as well build things up. And soon she was moving at a mediumly paced jog, easily triple her walking speed. “I also recommend not telling me I am no fun. I am in fact so very unfun I will get hurt emotionally and then lash out physically. And we don’t want that.”

@askironscaleshyvana

"Well, it’s the truth. You spend all of your time working and training. You have to take some you time every once in a while." As soon as Sejuani had started jogging, Shyvana broke every one of the rules she’d still remembered. The arm waving, the shouting, she even made sure to breathe a rather conspicuous pillar of fire. All with the intention of drawing attention to the boar rider. 

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So like...what kind of bra does one wear under that kind of iron?

fuckyouimazir:

askironscaleshyvana:

"I don’t wear a bra. Or underwear in general for that matter. Why do you ask?"

Modern courtship, the flirting, the comunication, the mutual respect, it was all foreign to Azir. For the emperor, being kind was a different language, but one he would need to learn. So he gave his best (but honestly kind of shitty) shot at it.

"If you uhm…if you lived during my era you would find a great living wrestling boadas you have the arms of a strong man. Heh…uhm I mean you are hot! Eh, your FIRE is hot, yes. But you are too, almost as much as I. Uh…"

Stammering, the emperor tried to regain composure. This was difficult as the demacian breasts sitting in front of him seemed to steal words from his tongue.

"…yes uhm. Well I am tired I think I need to breast. REST. I MEANT REST. Uh…did you notice I’m an emperor?"

It was a sad attempt but it was all he had. In shuriman times that was all he needed to drive women mad with passion. It seemed to have no effect though. Standing tall, Azir thanked the gods that his helmet hid his blushing face.

"Uh huh… Just boas though? Personally I prefer wrestling gators, shame Demacia doesn’t have any." Was this some strange type of flattery? Or was he mocking her? "Well, yes. I’m a dragon, that’s kind of in my job description." She replied sarcastically. 

At the mention of the word breast, she’d realized he was trying to flirt. He was failing miserably, of course, though one couldn’t be sure of why. Maybe it was the fact that the dragoness just wasn’t interested in romance, maybe it was the fact that he was severely out of practice. “I have a King. What kind of loyal soldier would I be if I just jumped at the opportunity to trade allegiances? Besides which, would you want me if my loyalty faltered so easily?” Even if she knew he was trying to flirt, she’d pretend to be oblivious to it, maybe that’d get him to just come out and say it.