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Queen in the North {Pt. 4}

Originally posted by snows-os

Requested: By some very lovely people, and myself, an actual piece of human garbage

Pairings: Robb Stark x Reader

Previously: {Part 1} {Part 2} {Part 3}

Summary: Y/N was sent to live with The Stark family at a young age, and ever since then, she seemed to fit perfectly, maybe even more than she had ever noticed.

Warnings: Injured!Robb

Word Count: 1,858

A/N: Long time, no see. I don’t know how I let this sit on the backburner for so long, as it is certainly one of my favorite things to write. Now that Robb is absent from my Game of Thrones viewing, I have been coping with this, so I hope that you guys enjoy! Feedback is appreciated, as always!

Somehow, Robb had managed to disappear. You’d made plans yesterday to meet in the library before going out for a ride. Although you didn’t accompany them on hunts anymore, you did love racing through the woods with Robb and Grey Wind. Ever since Ned had brought the direwolves back for the children, you had wanted one of your own.

He had brought them back when they were less like wolves and behaved more like puppies, really. You had smiled and laughed along with your family, happy that such a small creature had brought them such joy. But, try as you might, you couldn’t hide your want from Robb.

“What’s wrong, Y/N?” he asked, tugging lightly on a bit of rope that you had procured for Grey Wind to play with.

“I was just thinking that I would very much like a dog.” You sighed, stroking your hand over Grey Wind’s fur.

“How many times are we going to have this argument?”

“I have absolutely no idea what you are talking about.” You laughed, burying your face into Grey Wind’s side.

You knew exactly what he was talking about. 

When you were younger, you had come to Winterfell convinced that their house sigil was a dog. Robb had taken immediate offense, but to his credit, he bit his tongue for as long as possible. He hid his anger for a long time, but after a few days, he felt that he was going to combust if he didn’t correct you. He danced around the subject for days, before gently sitting you down in the library with the big book of house sigils.

At the tender age of four, you had mistakenly read “Wolf” as “Oelf” and Robb had never let you live it down. He brought it up often enough that you knew that one little mistake as a child was not going away anytime soon.

“Oh, Arya!” you called, spotting her hurriedly making her way around the corner. When she didn’t stop, you quickened your pace, easily catching up with her. “Arya, have you seen Robb?”

Arya took your hand, and resumed her earlier pace, explaining between her shallow breaths. “I have been looking for you all morning!” She paused for a moment, meeting your eyes before casting her glance once again to her shoes, tapping quickly on the stone. “Robb is in the infirmary.”

“I was just in the library, wait- what do you mean that Robb is in the infirmary?” You felt your heart beat quickening in your chest. It was your job to get hurt, and it was his job to baby you until you got better, and then do it all over again.

“I mean that Robb was trying to help Bran with his bow work and something went wrong.” Arya took your hand and tried to lead you to the infirmary again, but you were rooted on the spot. Your mind was a blur, you could barely think straight. “Robb is hurt. Robb is hurt. Robb is hurt” ran through your mind, a rather uncomforting mantra that was only making matters worse. 

“Y/N, he’s asking for you,” Arya’s voice was calm, somehow drawing you back to the situation at hand. Robb was hurt, and he was asking for you. Arya took a tentative step toward the infirmary, wanting to make sure that you were with her. You met her eyes, nodded your head, and tried to get yourself together before you got to the Robb.

Arya threw open the door to the infirmary, and you felt yourself holding back a gasp. Arya had insisted that he was barely even hurt, that it practically a scrape, but Robb looked as if he was close to death.

“This is why it does you good to get hurt every once and awhile.” You took a seat on the bed by his side, twining your pinky with his. It was a simple act, something that the two of you had done since you were children, who didn’t want to be made fun of for holding hands. Now, it was something that felt like second nature, even if people smirked when they saw it. He gave you a look, one that you knew meant explain yourself before I wallop you over the head. “Well, Mr. Perfect never gets hurt and now a knick in the side makes you think that you are dying.”

You held your breath, waiting for a response. Jokes in times of crisis could go either way. Robb’s laughter filled the room, and you felt a weight lift off of your shoulders. It definitely wasn’t as serious as you thought that it was if he was willing to laugh at it.

You caught a glimpse of Abigayle over Robb’s head, rolling a bandage and chuckling to herself. At least she was taking your humor in stride. More than a few people had reprimanded you for your particularly unladylike jokes in times of trouble. But they always made your family laugh, and making them laugh was more important to you than being ladylike anyday.

“But you are okay?” You asked in a hushed voice. As much as it hurt you to admit it, he had scared you.

Robb tried to hold back a reaction, but despite himself his mouth quirked to the side in the annoying almost smile that he had developed when the two of you were younger. But you had been though enough with him to notice when he was holding something back.

You hadn’t missed the look that the nurse maid had given the two of you before pointedly laying down her linens and slipping out of the door, taking Arya with her. Robb tried to sit up, holding back a grimace that if you didn’t know him any better, you wouldn’t have been able to notice.

You reached forward to grab him, to help him sit up. But, before you could, his hands came to cradle your face, bringing your forehead to rest against his. If it was any other time, you would have told him to shove off, but after all of the excitement of the last few days, you needed a moment.

A moment to be alone with him, to just breathe, and accept that everything was going to be okay.

“I’m sorry that I worried you.” Robb said, his voice quiet and timid, afraid to break the silence that had taken over the room.

“You should be, it’s my job to worry you.” You said, attempting to muster a laugh. It didn’t sound like a joke, though. Your voice was shaking just the slightest bit, trying to hide the emotion behind it.

“How could I forget? It is your job to fall off of a horse and then immediately walk directly into a wall. The same wall that has been in the same spot for hundreds of years, might I add.” He laughed, a real laugh this time. A laugh that made him throw his head back and made his stomach hurt just a bit, because he really, truly meant it. And after a few moments, you couldn’t help but join him.

“Well, I don’t want to interupt, but I’ve heard that Bran has maimed my eldest.” Catelyn said, letting herself in. You were about to stand, in order to let her have your place at Robb’s side, but she lazily motioned for you to sit down, taking a spot by the fire instead.

“It was really nothing, mother.” Robb said, looping his pinky with yours again. “Bran’s bow work obviously needs a bit more work, but I am going to be good as new.”

You held in a chuckle. Bran needing more bow work was the biggest understatement that you had heard in your life. He would get there eventually, but you knew that this wouldn’t be the last time that someone ended up in the infirmary before he learned to shoot a target. Maybe Arya could help him. She was wonderful with a bow, and even though she was less patient than the boys. Then again, that might be what Bran needed if he was ever going to hit a target. You made a mental note before returning your focus to the situation at hand.

“I’m sure that you will be, after all, it seems that you have an excellent nursemaid with you.” You didn’t miss her glancing down at your hands resting on the bed. You stuck your tongue out at her.

She didn’t reprimand you, knowing that it would only encourage you further.

“Abigayle is wonderful.” you said, eyes shifting to the door that the gray-haired woman had left through a few minutes ago.

Catelyn’s eyebrows arched the slightest bit, and Robb was chuckling to himself.

“I have a feeling that my mother wasn’t talking about Abigayle.” His pinky tightened around yours, not too tightly, but enough to make you understand what he was trying to say.

They were talking about you.

“Well, I haven’t done anything.” You insisted, unsure what they were trying to say.

“We both know that Arya is going to have to drag you out of this room before you leave his side.” Catelyn laughed, standing up from her chair. “Which is why I know that I can take my leave to help Sansa and the girls with their needlepoint.” Catelyn placed a kiss on the top of Robb’s head, and then yours. “I will see you later, my loves. She said, pausing for just a moment in the doorway, before making her way out of the room.

“I don’t see what the fuss is about.” You said, untangling your pinky from his before moving to get a strip of cloth to change Robb’s bandages. Abigayle had given him fresh ones a few hours ago, but with all of the moving around he was sure to need new ones. “I help everyone when they are hurt.”

The look on Robb’s face said that he wanted to say more, and you felt a wave of relief when it seemed that he was going to hold his tongue, for now at least.

You motioned for him to take off his shirt, allowing you a better look at the wound on his side. It was a shallow wound, but it ran the length of his ribcage, jagged and rough against his pale skin. Thankfully, it looked as if it would heal in a few days. Unfortunately, you were left to coddle Robb like a child until he was good as new.

He had a tendency to be clingy when he was hurt. You didn’t honestly know if it was because it truly made him feel better, or if he liked having an excuse to be around you, even more often than usual. Your head said that it was the first option, but it was getting harder as of late to ignore what your heart was saying.

Refocusing on the task at hand, you found that you had been right, and the bandages were nearly soaked through. You made quick work of them, not allowing your fingers to linger any more than was absolutely necessary.

You can read Part Five here!

happy birthday (a hector bellerin imagine)

Originally posted by ultragooner89

Summary: he has a new girlfriend, and she’s totally, completely, entirely 100% fine with that, right? 

Seeing him was strange. Arriving at his birthday party and walking through a house that should have been theirs wasn’t just strange, but plain weird.

The kitchen is busy, with people crowded shoulder-to-shoulder around the island and countless empty beer cans and food wrappers littering the table. The atmosphere is light and jovial, with Justin Bieber blasting in the background and the golden fairy lights giving the room a warm glow. She continues to nurse her gin and tonic and every now and then, grabs a salted pretzel from the bowl to her left. She doesn’t want to be such a “debbie-downer” (in her best friend’s words, who keeps on trying, to no avail, to get her to join in with the karaoke in the living room where Crazy in Love is being butchered and the wine is flowing more freely) but she’s just seen him with his arm around her and now any attempts at a smile or a dance would be futile at best.

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everyone-is-trash  asked:

Idk if you are still taking prompts but, could you do #28 or #38? Saphael of course.

#28 –> “Marry me”

5 times Raphael refuses to marry Simon

1. Simon makes a joke

The first time Simon asks Raphael to marry him he says it without thinking.

He’s half way through the last part of the LOTR trilogy and his stomach is growling, but he refuses to press the pause button – to admit weakness. So when Raphael walks in with a glass of blood (topped stylishly with a lemon this time) Simon lets out a whoop of appreciation that nearly startles the other into dropping said glass.

“Dude, I could totally marry you right now!”, Simon explained, taking the glass away without noticing how flustered the other was. He only looked up when he heard the bedroom door slam shut.

“Weird”, Simon muttered to himself, before quickly forgetting about it as his eyes zeroed back in on the screen. Aragorn was like, the original crush.

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Jane Austen’s Hampshire 

- Jane Austens House/Chawton, Crawley, Winchester, East Meon, Wherwell, Over Wallop, Winchester, Chawton House, East Meon, Chawton

Olivia and George Harrison, Ireland, 15 January 2000 (Photo: AP Photo)

(Warning: Some of the quotes contained herein - under a “read more” cut - include graphic descriptions of George and Olivia’s life and death struggle.)

“Around 3am on Thursday, December 30, 1999 an intruder named Michael Abram broke through the supposedly secure perimeter of Friar Park. When George surprised the trespasser, he began chanting ‘Hare Krishna’, a tactic that had the opposite of the desired effect, and the panicked Abram, armed with a kitchen knife, stabbed him. George continued struggling with him until Olivia tried to intervene, at first to no avail. Finally she grabbed a heavy table lamp.

‘I actually felt I may only get once chance so I better not miss,’ remembers Olivia. ‘It’s diabolical, really. George had told me the story about Krishna telling Arjuna, “Don’t aim at the sparrow, aim at the eye of the sparrow,” as your spiritual goal. Honestly, that went through my mind as well. (Laughs darkly) I don’t know how to say this, but don’t aim for his head, aim for the part in his hair. When you’re in a heightened state, you become so focused.’

Olivia, cut on her forehead and hands, hit Abram, disabling him long enough for the police to arrive and arrest him. ‘You should have heard the spooky things he was saying,’ the delusional Abram, who believed himself on a mission from God, would tell the police.

George was rushed to the hospital and, while in dire condition, he eventually stabilised. ‘I sent him a fax that morning at the hospital that said, “Aren’t you glad you married a Mexican?”’ recounts Tom Petty. ‘I meant it in the best possible way.’ Badly cut and his right lung partially collapsed, Harrison nonetheless recovered quickly.” - Mojo, November 2011

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“The attacker wasn’t a burglar and he certainly wasn’t auditioning for The Traveling Wilburys!” - George Harrison, 1999

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Katie Couric: “You took that lamp and walloped him over the head with it.”
Olivia Harrison: “Oh yes, I had to. George was coaching me, I have to say. And George was very brave and people don’t know that. Because he had already been injured and he had to jump up and bring him [the assailant] down to stop him from attacking me. You know, he saved my life, too.”
KC: “You saved each other’s lives.”
OH: “Yes, we did. And that was an interesting experience. Because, you know, not a lot of people get tested like that, thank God.” - Katie Couric interviews Olivia Harrison, aired 26 November 2002

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Clematis vitalba - old man’s beard

I visited my brother in Hampshire at the weekend and as we passed from the clay soils of the Midlands onto the chalk of the Wessex Downs, the hedges were covered with the fluffy seed heads of old man’s beard, glowing white in the low winter sunshine. Old man’s beard is the only native British clematis and grows profusely in hedgerows, often covering entire trees or tumbling over the thatched roofs of cottages. The seed heads are wind borne and spread like wild fire so my brother will have to be careful of these growing in the field opposite his house if he doesn’t want his garden smothered.


It’s no secret that this winter has been what I would charitably call “a b*tch”.  All across North America (and maybe where you live too?) it has been colder than ever and snowier than ever.  

The latest affront came on Wednesday.  After the warmest day all year on Tuesday (+12 degrees C - I was f*cking ecstatic!) we got walloped with over 1 foot of snow and temperatures well below zero again!

Well…I have pretty much had my fill of winter.  So I pulled out all of of my “warmest” looking guitars and took some photos.  Anything with a yellow or orange finish has been included.  All the “sunbursts”  all the “fiestas”, and even the blondes and TV yellows.  Anything in the collection with a “warm” colour.  If it’s not going to be warm outside…then I’ll make it at least look warm in here!   

I threw in some shots of outside (including a couple of the guy that was plowing my street!) so you can get a feel for what I am complaining about!

Oh, and I’ll say it AGAIN:  F*CK YOU WINTER!

I know there’s been debate in this fandom on the issue, but my personal headcanon is that Killian Jones absolutely craves a family, and that includes children (even if they’re not his own!). This is all personal opinion, but I’m totally down to have a discussion with anyone who disagrees, so don’t worry about “hijacking” this so long as you’re respectful :).

We saw how badly he was damaged by being abandoned by his father and the death of his brother. We saw that he was willing to take on Baelfire even after Milah died. He’s good in dealing with pre-teens and young teenagers (Bae, Henry, Ursula). And now we just saw he’s instinctively good with toddlers even when he thinks he’s clueless.

For full disclosure, I personally don’t want kids. I’m perfectly happy to be an aunt to my adorable niece and then hand her back to her parents. I don’t really swoon over babies. I’m almost happy that I might need to have a hysterectomy just so I have an instant shut-down for people who try to persuade me into wanting children. 

But I’m also a shallow person, and a hot guy who’s good with kids? I melt every single time. So I selfishly want to see it because I’d die, but also because I think it’s something Killian (and, given her reaction in this episode, Emma) wants, or at least would consider. There’s plenty of backstory to support the idea, and this episode practically walloped us over the heads with it. 

And they haven’t gone into it, but I think it might be reasonable for Emma, who missed out on raising Henry only to be given all those memories and then have them snatched away when she learned they weren’t real, to want to have the full “parental experience.” Snow, who was in the same position, admitted as much at the Echo Caves. And also because she loves Killian and may possibly want that experience with him. Basically, I’m on board with it.

Swan Queen really is endgame, isn’t it?

It sort of walloped me over the head just now. It’s really gonna happen. This romance- the one that has been building since the pilot- it isn’t in our heads. All of the parallels- the ones between Regina and Emma, the ones between Swan Queen and Snowing, between Stable Queen and Swan Thief- they’ve been building for two and a half seasons, and now there’s just too much evidence to ignore it.

Swan Queen really, truly is endgame.

I don’t know what to do with this feeling.

But I can’t wait to see how Snow takes the news.

Gnar, The Missing Link

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Time marches on for most, but not Gnar. A yordle born millennia ago, Gnar was captured and trapped in true ice, frozen - quite literally - in time. Civilizations formed and fell as the prehistoric yordle vacantly stared on, but nothing – not even true ice – could confine Gnar forever. After breaking free, he wandered Runeterra until he found himself taken in by his yordle descendants. But, as they would soon discover, there’s a beast behind the boy.

Base Stats

  • Damage: 48 (+3 per level)
  • Health: 495 (+65 per level)
  • Tantrum: 100
  • Attack Speed: 0.625 (+1% per level)
  • Movement Speed: 325
  • Armor: 21.5 (+2.5 per level)
  • Magic Resist: 30
  • Health Per 5 Sec: 2.5
  • Range: 150

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 Passive: Rage Gene

Gnar builds up rage in combat. Once he fills his rage bar, Gnar’s next ability transforms him into Mega Gnar, giving him bonus armor, magic resist, health and attack damage at the expense of movement speed, attack speed and attack range. If Mini Gnar doesn’t use an ability, he transforms into Mega Gnar after a few seconds anyway. While in Mega Gnar form, his rage slowly runs down, and once it’s exhausted, he turns back into Mini Gnar. After transforming back, Mini Gnar briefly becomes tired and can’t gain rage for a few seconds.

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 [Q] - Boomerang Throw / Boulder Toss

Gnar chucks his boomerang in a target direction, dealing damage to the first enemy struck while applying a slow. After striking an enemy, the boomerang slows before returning to Gnar, dealing reduced damage to all enemies in its path. If Gnar catches it, he reduces Boomerang Throw’s cooldown significantly.

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 Mega Gnar - Boulder Toss

Gnar launches a huge boulder in a target direction, damaging and slowing the first target in the boulder’s path along with all nearby enemies. Once it’s landed, Gnar can pick the boulder up to reduce Boulder Toss’ cooldown.

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 [W] - Hyper / Wallop

Every third attack or ability against a target deals percent max health as magic damage. Whenever Hyper triggers, or when Mega Gnar transforms back into Mini Gnar, he gains a moderate movement speed boost that decays over time.

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 Mega Gnar – Wallop

Gnar stands on his back legs before slamming his fists into the ground, damaging and briefly stunning all enemies in front of him.

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 [E] - Hop / Crunch

Gnar jumps in a target direction and gains a moderate attack speed boost. If Gnar lands on a unit, he bounces, hopping again in the same direction. If Gnar hops onto an enemy unit, he also damages and slows them.

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 Mega Gnar – Crunch

Gnar launches himself in a target direction, damaging and slowing all enemies he lands directly on.

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 [R] - GNAR!

Gnar throws a tantrum, tossing all enemies around him in a target direction. All enemies thrown are slowed and damaged, while enemies thrown into walls, including turrets and base structures, suffer extra damage and are stunned.

Top Lane

Gnar’s rage meter fills slowest at the start of the game, so mastering his Mini form is key to a successful early game. Fortunately, Mini Gnar has plenty of tricks up his furry sleeves to keep his more fragile form safe from enemy aggression. Boomerang Throw deals decent damage to his lane opponent, and its slow helps Gnar maintain distance and avoid retaliation. Once unlocked, Hyper applies further damage, helping Gnar gain lane dominance with timely basic attacks and repeated Boomerang Throws. Mini Gnar is best off saving Hop as an escape: it’s a solid disengage ability that he can use on lane opponents or junglers as they come in to take him out.

And then there’s Mega Gnar. A brutal beast with significant crowd control and surprising burst, Mega Gnar brings a completely different playstyle to bear complete with inherent strengths and weaknesses. He’s a juggernaut: slow, strong and resilient, and while he delivers a punishing burst of damage, he has little to follow up with. While Mini Gnar is nimble enough to dart around the edges of combat, Mega Gnar thrives in the heart of the fight. After Crunching in to face his enemy top laner, quick casts of Boulder Toss and Wallop should see all but the most defensive of enemies pummeled effectively. He has considerable vulnerabilities, though, particular when being ganked. Mega Gnar has no effective means of escape, and has to rely on raw health and resistances to keep him alive as he lumbers back to the safety of his tower. Things change meaningfully once Gnar hits six and gains access to GNAR! While it hits hard enough, the utility is strong enough to save Gnar’s life - and end his enemy’s - particularly when they’ve strayed close to walls. Bait your opponent into the brush as Mini Gnar, then transform and use GNAR! to smash them into the wall, stunning them as you burst them down with the rest of your abilities. If your enemy’s particularly confident and tower dives, use the ability to stun them against your turret. When trying to survive a gank, simply throwing them away should give you the time you need to escape.


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Gnar has three distinct phases during teamfights, each oriented around timing his forms. First, he needs to avoid engaging for a while as Mini Gnar builds up rage, kiting with basic attacks, Boomerang Throw and Hyper’s passive to put a dent in the enemy frontline. Once Gnar’s about to pop, he’s best suited Bouncing in towards the enemy team. Whenever Mini Gnar’s activates an ability with full Rage, he transforms into Mega Gnar while using it, so while the gathered targets might see a small ball of fluff leaping towards them, something very different will land in their midst.

Once Mega Gnar’s landed, his role is to disrupt as much as possible, using Boulder Toss and Wallop to damage and crowd control all nearby enemies. Gnar works best as his team’s tank here, blocking skillshots with his considerable frame and forcing the enemy damage dealers to focus on him. Knowing when to use GNAR! is critical: smart timing can interrupt several enemy abilities simultaneously, while smart positioning can send the entire enemy team crashing into a structure, stunning them all and giving his allies the chance to secure kills.


As Mega Gnar’s Rage meter starts to fade, Mini Gnar’s strengths become an amazing asset in clean-up. He’s fast, he can close gaps with Hop and his basic attacks, which, when numerous enough, trigger Hyper and give Mini Gnar a huge movement speed boost. Add in Boomerang Throw, and Gnar has all the tools he needs to catch and finish off his targets.


Playing as him

  • Managing your Fury is very important. Try to time out your transformations so you can get maximum benefit from both forms.
  • Position yourself next to walls to bait your enemies into getting stunned by your ultimate.
  • Know your strengths! Little Gnar is fast, squishy, and has high sustained damage. Big Gnar is slow, tough, and has high burst.

Playing against him

  • Gnar can’t gain rage for 10 seconds after he turns from big to little. Use this chance to engage on his team.
  • Gnar’s animations and resource bar change as he gets closer to transforming.
  • Gnar’s ultimate stuns if he hits you into a wall. Be careful when fighting him near one.

Champion Insights

Gnar, designed by gypsylord

Let’s talk transform!

Transform champions have historically been some of the hardest to balance in League of Legends because they frequently end up with a dominant form: pre-4.10 Nidalee worked best in human form unless she needed to execute or run away, and Jayce happily sits in cannon form for the bulk of his games. Giving both forms unique strengths and weaknesses is meaningless when they can just transform at will to lose the weaknesses they had. Let’s look again at Jayce: How’s a melee champion supposed to fight him in a one-on-one scenario if Jayce can duel just as well up close and has the option to transform into an effective ranged champion?

Here’s the central question we posed ourselves: how can we create a new transform champion that feelsfundamentally good to play as and against? Our answer was to make a champion with identifiable strengths and weaknesses in both forms, then limit the player’s ability to control which form they play in. After months of testing, we ended up with the (sometimes) adorable ball of fluff known as Gnar.

So how’s he different? Well, Mini Gnar’s one of the most mobile champions in the game. He boasts good sustained damage and kites incredibly well, but when he does get caught, he dies fast. 

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On the other hand, Mega Gnar is a colossus. He’s tanky and surprisingly bursty, with strong area of effect and crowd control to boot. But he’s slow, meaning his enemies can pretty much get away simply by walking in the opposite direction. Removing control of the transform from Gnar means that he has to anticipate when he’s about to pop (or er… unpop?), and position and prepare to play in a completely different way, adding extra complexity and depth to his gameplay. This also means that – for the first time – learning how to play during the transitions between Gnar’s forms is just as important as mastering the play styles of his two forms.

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