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[bigboisett]

So you can throw me to the wolves

tomorrow I will come back, leader of the whole pack

beat me black and blue

Everyone wound will shape me, every scar will build my THRONE

//So I’ve been listening to this song on repeat for like the past 2 weeks cause I fuckin love it, then later realized it suits muh boi so weeeellll!!

#ooc and IC? #aesthetics #lyrics for muse #dunno if this is still done? #like c'mon this is like perfect for him xD #bitch would love a throne too lmao #usually i find songs for my muses/ocs

[bigboisett]

Again, the swordsman stood silent, watching the healer take his hand in hers. He could hear her mumbling something under her breath, but didn’t get a chance to question it as strands of a bright light emanated out of thin air. To say he wasn’t surprised would’ve been an understatement. He was familiar with the history of magic here in Ionia, but he hardly ever saw it. And to see it was that of a gift. Rare moments in his life that he would never forget. 

The rays of light weaved itself around his hand, a comforting warmth rising from it as if the sun on a warm day decided to embrace him. 

He flexed his hand, pulling it back once the light vanished taking with it the gash that had been there earlier. He turned it over, flexing it a few more times before nodding, satisfied with the results he’s seen. 

In a swift move, the blade that had cut him had returned to its sheath, and he began walking off.

“Stay.” he ordered before going through another pair of doors on the opposite end. 

Somewhere deep within the underground ring another type of brawl was taking place. One with no spectators, no cheering, and no rules. 

The room was cold and empty, save for the three people standing within it. It was dimly lit with only two torches aflame on either side. Their light danced off the walls and floor, bringing a new shine to the crimson that stained the dirt at the foot of a chair.

A figure sat there bloodied and bruised with their limbs tied down to their seat. They groaned in pain as their head bobbed back and forth trying to keep themselves from going unconscious. 

“Hey hey, c’mon now. You just woke up from yer nap.” 

They winced as a light slap snapped them back to reality, much to their dismay. Through their one unswollen eye, they glared up at their abuser. A tall vastayan with knuckles almost as red as his hair. The owner of this place. The one who was the Boss around here, and the one who saw right through his facade as soon as he made the mistake of approaching him…

A large grin sat on Sett’s face as he noticed his captive’s attention finally on him. He cracked his knuckles, preparing himself for another round of pummeling this guy's face in.

“That’s better. Keep that one good eye on me.” 

Another more slim figure stood behind watching closely. 

Idra.

Her arms crossed over her chest with a blank expression as she watched her Boss getting closer and closer to breaking the man. 

“Now, you gonna tell me where the rest of your gang is?” 

The man hesitated, but shook his head in the end. That was all Sett needed to see. In a blurr his fist came down, smashing onto the side of his face; feeling bone crunch and break beneath his fist. 

“How ‘bout now? Change your mind yet?” 

The man coughed this time, gagging up and spitting out a thick blob of blood. He was beginning to lose all senses with just that one punch. 

“N..no...no...please.” he choked, the stacking pain beginning to become too much. 

He was starting to break. Sett clasped his hands around the chair’s arms, leaning in close to the man, following his dazed stare, “You can stop this, ya know. All it takes is one little bit of info, and you can go.” 

The sound of a door opening caught Idra’s attention, but her Boss didn’t budge. She watched as Yomai made his way over to their Boss, leaning down himself to whisper into one of the beast’s ears. She raised a brow, curious as she noticed the furry appendages twitch as he listened to the swordsman’s words. 

“Really now?” she heard Sett say out loud, straightening his posture. Now Idra was definitely curious. Even more so as she watched Sett leaving behind his work. 

“Finish up for me, will ya? I have to go approve of a new member.” he smiled, giving her shoulder a pat before leaving the room, Yomai in tow. 

A new member?

She’d get answers soon enough, but for now- she turned on her heels, the glint of a dagger flickering with the torches’ flames as it slowly slid across her thigh from its holster. 

“ ‘nother healer, ey?”

Yomai nodded, following Sett through the hallway, “Must be a good one if you came to fetch me. Well, let’s see how long this one lasts.” 

Healers hardly ever did. They usually got tired from the job since they weren’t actually certified. Those ones were difficult to find since most didn’t want to waste their skills on mindless violence which -let's face it- was the definition of his job. But maybe this one was different. They had Yomai’s approval which around here was a rare thing. 

The door to the room swung open as the duo entered, and one thing was for certain, this healer was in fact different. Sett paused for a second studying the woman before him from top to bottom. She was tall, her hooves amplifying her height and accentuating her slim curves. Her skin resembled the petals of a lilac, while the intricate designs painted on top reminded him of a river’s current. Her silver hair was held back in ties, revealing her soft face and warm honey colored eyes that somehow managed to glisten even in the dimly lit room. 

She was gorgeous….and he was staring.

He quickly cleared his throat, feeling his face flush, “So, you’re the healer I was told about?”

Soraka stood still, allowing the silent man to study her. This wasn’t the first time someone was skeptical with her. There was no need to worry though, her true skills would show.

The sound of metal made her ears perk up, her head turn to face the sound. Her eyes watched as the man took the blade to slice his own skin. The Starchild blinked several times, her hand instinctively reaching out to him. She would have asked why he would do such a thing, but then realized it was to test her.

Nodding, praying to the stars to heed her call. The room was lit with the light from the stars, the light moved to wrap around the wound. Dancing around the hand and closed the cut. There would be no more bleeding as well as no bruising and soreness. 

She let out a sigh, brushing a strand of silver hair out of her eyes. Looking back up at the silent man.

“Please refrain from doing that again.”

#IC #vicis #Yomai takes no chances xD #sorry it long #needed to think of plot for Setty bby #also he lovestruck nao

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Though his eyes were hidden beneath a straw hat, Yomai silently studied the woman as she walked in. From what she looked like, to how she carried herself. 

She certainly did look different, but he couldn’t pinpoint her ethnicity exactly. The only thing he could assume from her animalistic features was that she may be Vastayan. Hm. Perhaps the Boss would be lenient with her if that were the case. Perhaps.

Next was how she spoke. She sounded well mannered. Most likely well-educated as well. Exactly how a good healer should be. He took a few steps towards her, circling her once, his eyes paying special attention to the staff she carried before stepping back to his spot. 

Time passed slowly while in his head. The woman was checking all the boxes thus far. He just needed one more thing done to hush the questions in his head. 

The sound of metal being dragged sliced through the silence as the man unsheathed one of his swords at his hip, the blade glinting from the light of the lanterns that hung around them until it was snuffed out by his other hand wrapping around it. 

Slowly, he slid the blade down his skin feeling a hot sting before drops of crimson trickled through his fist, staining the blade. 

Yomai raised his bloodied fist towards the woman, uncurling his fingers to reveal a deep gash in his hand from where the blade cut through. 

“Heal.”

The wait made her somewhat nervous. Being in a place that was so foreign to her sometimes made her wanna turn and leave. This shouldn’t be different though, there were so many places she visited. Letting herself breath to calm her nerves so that her mind and body relaxed.

Her head tilted up as the doors opened, the guard beckoned her to enter. Not wasting time, she quickly walked in. Nodding thanks to the guards as she entered. Soraka had stopped in the room, looking around. She expected to see more persons within but there was only one. Amber eyes studied him carefully, walking closer but staying a few feet away.

“I’ve come to lend aid.”

Soraka bowed slightly, hands gripping her staff.

#IC #vicis #don't mind Yomai #he just doing guard duty shit xD #also congrats #you got a word out of him

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The pits within Navori always held high tension within them, everyone knew this. It came with the whole underground-brawling business, however, today it was unusually high. 

The air felt tense. So much that even a blade could slice clean through it. 

Sett, or rather the Boss, felt uneasy. The fur on his body stood high, and something in the pit of his stomach tightened. Maybe he was being paranoid, or maybe it was his dormant vastayan instincts kickin in. Either or, he always trusted his gut, and so sent orders out to his security to be extra vigilant today. 

His two followers, Idra and Yomai, didn’t question him either, trusting his word and also taking it upon themselves to be alert and at the ready in case anything were to happen. Their Boss hadn’t been wrong this far, and he wasn’t about to be now. 

Guards stood alert at their posts around the pits, two of which stood outside the Boss’s ‘office’. It wasn’t very common for the Boss to have visitors, even less so today, so when the two noticed a woman approaching them they instantly tensed. 

Unlike the assassin and swordsman that had a gift for sensing danger in a character, the guards here could only tell so much from who stood in front of them. For them it was a mix of being weary with each stranger to; not really caring who entered as long as they had coin.

As the woman approached, the guards eyed her over once before she spoke, never having seen a woman of her kind.

A healer? 

The two exchanged looks, wondering whether or not to let her through. 

“Wait right here.” one said before disappearing through the door behind them. 

The room was empty, except for the silent swordsman who stood at the side of a desk, arms crossed while patiently waiting for any news. He tipped his head up at the sound of a door opening. Interest peaked within him when the guard stepped through.

“There’s a woman. She claims to be a healer interested in a position here.” 

Another tilt of his head showed as he thought for a second. The guard growing increasingly uncomfortable as time passed. He never did like how quiet this guy was. At the motion of a hand coming up, he jumped, nodding immediately once he saw Yomai waving his hand to let her in. 

Not wanting to make him wait further, he quickly opened one of the double doors, holding it there for the woman to come in. 

His friend on the other side, nodding his head over at the door beckoning the woman to go through quickly. 

( tentative starter for @bigboisett )

The light slowly faded, silver hair fell gently against her face. Falling over her eyes that opened, revealing amber eyes. One filled with hope and affection as she looked down upon the now healed woman. She had sprained her ankle and limped as far as she could back home. The wide eyed woman looked down at her ankle, no pain was felt as she cautiously moved to touch it.

“That’s…Thank you. Thank you so much!”

The woman stood, testing to see if her ankle was truly taken care of. She beamed at the lilac skinned woman, taking her hands with hers. Thanking her even more. The starchild smiled softly at her.

“There is no need to thank me, I only want to help.”

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#IC #vicis #dont rush she says #as she posts as my fuckin waifu #IMADOITANYWAY #i dun make you write long DAS YOU #and yes #we have so many threads going on #god halp

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// -grabs a very confused Sett and drags him off- 

Let’s try this again, big boi.

#OOC #HELLOOOO #BEEN A FAT MINUTE HASNT IT #coming back to try again xD #kicking myself to just post

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Indulging myself some more with vlad and sett. 

#ooc #notmyart #mwhehehehehe #NSFW

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I finally finished drawing that angsty and fluffy dream I had like a month ago with this ship. Oh boi.. vlad just getting insecure since they’re getting way too close than he likes.

#ooc #notmyart #angstshipsangstshipsangstships

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Rakan: Sett, you still alive? Haven't seen ya in the pit for awhile. Was gettin' worried.

@multi-muse-hub

Sett nearly jerked awake. His long nap disturbed by a loud, yet comforting familiar voice. He let out a long yawn and stretched a bit before settling back in his spot with his arms behind his head, finding comfort on the hard training ground beneath him. Before he knew it, his eyes had shut once again, searching for that sleep they’d been denied for so long. With a tired chuckle he answered, “Don’t worry ‘bout me. Just takin’ a five minute break is all.” 

#IC #goldenbattledancer #Haaaiii :D #He's alive and kicking!

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Artist;  bebseo

‘THE BOSS’

“Bein’ the boss… is a lot better than not bein’ the boss.”

~ Sett

#ooc #notmyart #alskdjfal;sk

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I think he’s definitely not hurt…

#actually IC #notmyart #this ship is my weakness #Sett needs a waifu to spoil

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One of my favorite lines of his

#ooc #notmyart #ugh i love his dumbass

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Muh boi can be like that xD

Yeah. my friend said he’s a masochist soooo….

#OOC #notmyart #Teeeeheeeee #yeah he likes pain >w>;;

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The crack stuff we come up with. @bigboisett your man in a a a….corsett. pbbttthehehehe

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Yes i have to draw them doing a dance practice. More for Sett since my friend had the idea he can’t dance. uwu a wonderful idea.

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More dance practice with Sett and Vladimir.   Σ>―(〃°ω°〃)♡→

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A funny scene I shared with my friend and I had to draw it. 

Love when I can just throw random shit at them and we just die laughing.

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She looks upon you with curious eyes, hand upon her chin. "Is this some sort of fighting ring I've wondered into?" | the-essence-thief

@theessencethief

The wolverine turned around at the new voice, his ears mimicking the surprise within him as they twitched at the sight of another vastaya similar to his own. My my my, who was this little fox? 

“Why yes it is. Welcome to the pit. I own this place.” he grinned. 

#IC #ello :3