#if Kayne keeps making mistakes like this

[skayafair]

The fact that Kayne critically misjudged John's true feelings and how much their relationship with Arthur have progressed, brings me so much joy.

Not that all-knowing and all-powerful anymore, are we?

It'd do him good to be brought down a peg or two.

#malevolent podcast #malevolent spoilers #john malevolent #john doe malevolent #kayne malevolent #as you can probably notice I'm not a fan of Kayne #the idea of his character is interesting and the delivery is entertaining #but I have no interest in this kind of personality anymore #so his rizz doesn't work on me #to me he's just an annoying villain-y/trickster-y sort of character who pushes the plot forward #and is great in his own place in the narrative #plus all the 4th wall break jokes are really funny #so I like (or rather okay with) him narrative-wise #but personally he makes my teeth ache #figuratively speaking #all in all his appearances are perfectly timed I think 👌 #upd. OH WAIT #if Kayne keeps making mistakes like this #while still thinking he's the know-it-all #he'll actually be interesting for me??? #KEEP IT UP PLEASE

[saey707]

I’m starving for some hearsteel Yone x reader headcanons😭🙏 literally anything you have I will gobble up PLEASE😭😭😭 either that or poly heartsteel x reader🤭

✿ Prompt: Yone and you take care of yourselves ✿

♡ champion focus: yone ♡ tw: none! ♡ Gender-neutral reader

Author’s Note: Here's some fun self-care headcanons with Yone, arcade! (૭ ｡•̀ ᵕ •́｡ )૭ I really love writing dynamics with Yone because he's so old man, and I think he values the little things with you! Enjoy!

Yone was a very busy man, and you knew that very well. While date nights may be far too few during the touring season and recording days in the studio, you didn't mind! You can make a romantic date out of midnight ramen runs and sleepy nights, cuddling up on the studio couch while you both work.

You get a lot of perks dating Yone... Yeah, totally...! For one, you get a smoking hot older boyfriend who lacks sleep and healthy water-drinking habits! Not only that, but you also get an all-access pass to his creative approach and tendencies to lecture his bandmates! I mean, who doesn't want to hear all the stress your boyfriend has trying to keep his friends under control!

Admittedly, most days, it becomes too much, even for you. But you love Yone and wouldn't change a single thing about him. He was hardworking, loyal, giving... Everything and all you could ever ask from a partner. How could you ever think to leave him, especially knowing if you weren't there to balance him out he would drown?

On days when you particularly noticed how stressed Yone is, you were always sure to take extra care of him. Usually, it involves wrapping him up in a blanket, leaving a bowl of fruit at his desk, or even making him a plain-black cold brew. And you most definitely saw no harm in sitting in silence beside him, occasionally raising your fork to his lips so he could have a bite of a hot meal.

But the one thing Yone valued most was when you reassured him with gentle praises and reminders, smothering him with butterfly kisses and hugs.

"I admit, I am... A bit more stressed than usual. I know he's done this before. But... it just hurts. It hurts seeing Kayn being called out because of a stupid mistake." Yone grumbled, pushing his cheek against the side of your head while you cradled him from behind. "I know... But we're in this together. You don't have to deal with all of this yourself, Yone. We can turn things around... Kayn will be just fine, trust me."

"I know that... And I appreciate it. Trust me. When all of this blows over, I'll take you somewhere nice. Somewhere where it's just the two of us." "You don't have to do that, Yone. I'm happy just being here with you." You interjected, shifting to sit beside him, leaning against his shoulder. He shut his eyes, dropping his head atop of yours. "I know I don't, but I want to... We deserve it."

It's trying times like this when Yone begins to value self-care. After spending days neglecting his personal needs? Yeah, he definitely needed some time for himself... And you.

He doesn't do it only for himself, but for you too. He knows sometimes the weight of his job can stress you out, so he's always sure to treat you well during these times.

For him, self-care is a means of relaxation, but at the same time, it also truly reflects his older age. He doesn't like going out often if he doesn't need to. He doesn't enjoy drinking, partying, or trying completely unfamiliar things.

This certainly doesn't stop you from spending all the time you can with him, and you take immense pleasure in participating in relaxation sessions with him! In fact, you think it's good for you.

He's a sucker for using the internet as a means of self-care! He'll watch J-Dramas on his iPad (and fall asleep watching them...).

Definitely, Yone is the type to splurge a bit on his retail therapy, especially if it means he can find a new matching outfit or necklace for the both of you! ...Or even a nice skirt. Would he look good in a patterned print?

But Yone tends to start his mornings digitally detoxing, allotting time for himself to make a smoothie bowl, meditate, and settle into his day.

"You're laughing an awful lot..." He mumbled, startled when he opened his eyes. You were inches away from his face and placed a gentle kiss on his lips.

"Sorry~ You're just so cute with your eyes closed!" "Oh? You flatter me..." His cheeks were flushed pink, only transforming into a steamy red when you dropped yourself into his lap.

You tilted your head up, placing a kiss on his chin. "Are we done yet?" "You're cute... But no. We still have time on the clock." He informed you, snickering when you let out a frustrated groan. "But we've been doing this for 20 minutes!" you whined, catching your boyfriend's wrists as he raked his fingers through your hair.

"Well, if you finish off these last ten minutes with me, I'll let you braid my hair." He wrapped his arms around you, permitting you just enough time to contemplate his offer, "How does that sound~ Hm?" "... Pretty good, actually! Okay!"

He usually doesn't trust anyone touching his hair, but he can make an exception for you! He knows you'll be gentle. Besides, it's kind of relaxing... And it gives him time to figure out where he should order from. Hopefully, you don't mind eating Japanese food for lunch for the fourth time this week!

When it's time to finally eat, Yone is dedicated, engaged in deep conversations with you, and hungry to learn more about you. And sometimes, you'll get lucky enough to catch him subtly flirting with you... Just try not to point it out!

At the end of your long, relaxing day, the both of you apply face masks on each other, your thumbs grazing against his cheeks. You always envied how smooth his face was... How perfect his skin was in general. Hell, some days you felt like everything about Yone was perfect...

And falling asleep in each other's arms only confirmed how perfect your relationship could be despite all the stress the two of you endure.

#saeybaewrites #request #headcanons #heartsteel #heartsteel yone #yone #heartsteel yone x reader #heartsteel x reader #yone lol #x reader #yone lol x reader #yone league of legends #lol x reader #yone league of legends x reader #league of legends x reader

[zileans-big-cl0ck]

✦–Dirty talk with League men (how do they call you and how do they want to be called in bed).✦ NSFW

✦Basically praise kink.

✧ prompt: ✧ I had this laying in my drafts for, like, eternity, so I’m not quite sure how did I come up with this. Prob my voice kink kicked in.

✧ champions: ✧ Zed, the Master of Shadows; Thresh, the Chain Warden; Kayn, the Shadow Reaper; Talon the Blade’s Shadow; Shen, the Eye of Twilight.

✧ reader: ✧ female.

✧ warnings: ✧ obvi NSFW; dirty talk; praise kink; sub!Kayn because I love him being submissive; degradation; bondage; Thresh is a sadistic brat.

✧ author’s note: ✧ ignore any mistakes since I'm too tired to read this for the third time or smth. And please don't eat me alive for Kayn's part, I have like two other drafts with sub!Kayn headcanons for the appreciation of a dom!reader, which we need more‼️

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✦Zed, the Master of Shadows.

Zed can do both: if you enjoy degrading, he will call you a slut or a bitch, but if you prefer soft petnames, something more subtle and fragile, he can call you his little shadow.

He isn’t really talkative, especially in bed. The Master of Shadows usually keeps on his mask of a stoic, ruthless person, silent and deadly. He lets out some heavy grunts of frustration thought.

But your apperance makes him feel different. Complitely different.

He can be a real dirt talker when desired. Whispering in your ear sweet promises of the things he is going to do to you, when you sit obediently on his lap.

You are going to melt in his hands from his voice only anyway.

As for him, he doesn't need you speaking to him during sex. Zed enjoys your cries and moans, there is no need for rushed words.

But he has one weakness, that he would never admit outloudly.

Call him Master, as his official title states, from time to time. And watch him tensing from your subtle tease.

Moan Master Zed and he will be yours for a while. Hopeless and lost in your innocent being that admits his supremacy, so alluring.

✦Thresh, the Chain Warden.

This sadistic demon would probably call you something simillar to his own property. It is a well known fact how controlling he is, as he treats the petty souls of those who lost them to him like pathetic objects.

Therefore, a pathetic little soul would work too.

But on the other hand, Thresh doesn’t want you to adress him at all.

He wants you to be all chained up in a convoluted position, with something in your mouth so you can't mutter a single word.

The only sounds he demands are the cries of yours, either of pleasure or from pain that is caused by his tortures.

So no talking back. No calling him. Only painful screams and your chained body under him, fetching and gorgeous, yet moving away from the touch of his cold claws.

His plaything.

✦Kayn, the Shadow Reaper.

Starting with what he would love to hear from you pretty mouth…

Please, call him a good boy.

Call him handsome. Call him yours and yours only.

But call him a good boy. And he will become a hopeless mess under your body.

It makes him feel appreciated and adored by you, the person his soul crawls for. When you take care of him, when you are so gentle…

Oh, it is impossible for him to not call you mommy. If you enjoy it, of course.

He would mutter the sweet name out of his breath, while you ride him.

✦Talon, the Blade’s Shadow.

Some would call him eternal silent, maybe even grumpy. But he is just not used to a genuine company of a caring human being.

Every segment of his body was made for killing, his devotion - the job of an assassin.

But he is capable of love - the fire kind, full of sacred desire that ends his continency that had been made to prevent him from wandering off from the path of a killer. Greedy and possessive, where he wants your body under his own to claim you whole, mark as his, force you to stay by his side.

Under the cover of a private room, he becomes a tease. Talon finds your whimpers adorable whenever he whisper a husky good girl into your ear.

On the other side, you hear him saying ’my name doesn’t matter’ in different situations, official or not, definitely too many times. So you make sure to moan his name in the moments of pleasure, when you bury your face in the pillow of your bed, feeling the sensation building up in your core, hearing the obscene sounds of melting bodies.

And it touches his weak spot. To have his name on your lips, cherished, adored.

✦Shen, the Eye of Twilight.

He is a gentleman, a sweetheart and the most respectful man you know - he would never dare to degrade you in any possible situation.

Therefore Shen is more eager to call you ma’am or love, or with the relationship ongoing - just a simple my gorgeous wife.

When it comes to petnames, he is a simple man - he desires a sweet and adoring confession, like handsome or just his own name. It always sounds heavenly when it comes as a hot whisper of pleasure from your mouth.

#✦demosthenes writes #league of legends #lol #league of legends x reader #league of legends x you #zed #shen #thresh #talon #kayn #league of legends zed #league of legends shen #league of legends thresh #league of legends kayn #league of legends talon #talon x reader #thresh x reader #kayn x reader #zed x reader #shen x reader #zed x you #shen x you #thresh x you #talon x you #kayn x you

[frogizzhc]

Heartsteel Headcanons: Cooking Edition!

Ezreal: He's not the worst at cooking but he just doesn't like doing it. He can make simple meals but just doesn't pay attention to what he's doing and would rather be doing anything but standing above a stove and stirring something.

Phel: He is a great cook, but can only cook breakfast foods. Anything that's more like a lunch or a dinner meal, he is mediocre at. That's why everyone would want him to make breakfast all of the time.

Sett: He's not exactly bad at cooking, it's just he makes a lot of mistakes while cooking anything that he doesn't have basic instructions for. If he's given a cookbook, no worries! But leave him with no instructions and a "good luck", don't be surprised if the kitchen is a mess. It's best to order take out just in case things go south...

K'Sante: He's more of a baker than a cook, but he can whip up something real quick for dinner. Usually for lunch he just eats sandwiches or anything else that doesn't require heat to make.

Yone: He can cook. Doesn't like it though. Everyone wants him to cook though, because whenever he cooks he makes the most amazing, mouth watering dishes. But it's a rare treat and will only be possible if he loses a bet.

Kayn: He is a decent cook but likes to stay away from the stove just incase Rhaast gets involved in any way. The rest of the band agrees with keeping any chance of Rhaast near the stove or oven.

Rhaast: If you want him to start a fire and burn down the house, letting him near the stove would be a wonderful idea.

Alune: She can cook simple meals really well. Anything that has pasta in the recipe with some meat and chopped vegetables, just give her some spices to work with and she'll make something that tastes nice in no time flat.

#heartsteel #heartsteel headcanons #heartsteel fandom #heartsteel ezreal #ezreal heartsteel #ezreal lol #sett lol #sett heartsteel #heartsteel sett #ksante lol #ksante heartsteel #heartsteel ksante #yone lol #yone heartsteel #heartsteel yone #kayn heartsteel #heartsteel kayn #kayn lol #alune heartsteel #heartsteel alune #alune lol #aphelios heartsteel #aphelios lol #heartsteel aphelios #rhaast heartsteel #rhaast lol #heartsteel rhaast

[league-of-blorbos]

This is gonna be a long and weird post from me, and I don't know if it'll even be comprehensible in the end, but I just wanna put my thoughts out there about my feelings for Jhinhwei and why even as everyone else has fallen in love with this ship, I'm struggling to get into the idea of it.

(And to get this out of the way, this is all just my personal interpretation of these characters, I'm not gonna shame anyone for shipping something I don't or reading a character differently than I do. I'm doing this mostly cuz I just wanna voice my thoughts on this pair and maybe hear from people who think differently than I do. Also the other ships I tagged will make sense in a moment I PROMISE!)

It's not that I don't understand the appeal, oh no, this ship feels like it was handmade to appeal to Tumblr's love of darker, tension-filled, inherently toxic, homoerotic romance. It's LoL Hannigram, it's someone who's at least somewhat moral falling obsessively in love with a psychopath, and now they're at a cross roads of if they want to try to remain a decent person but abandon their love, or embrace the darkness within them and allow themselves to be in love with this horrible person. There's so much potential for drama and complex explorations of love and obsession that this ship should absolutely grip me.

But it doesn't, even as it's gripped others who like the same other pairings that I do.

My two other favorite ships (bear with me, I think understanding why I love these two helps rationalize why I don't ship Jhinhwei), the ones that have actually worked their way into every crevasse of my brain and I think about scenarios of them while trying to fall asleep is Kayn/Rhaast (big shock I know /s) and Simon/Betty from Adventure Time. They are also two pairings that delve into obsession and where neither partner is fully good (or in Petrigrof's case, more like good people with unintentionally toxic behavior).

Let's start with Rhaayn cuz I've rambled enough about that ship on here to fill a library (hehe voicelines references). Rhaayn is more of a classic enemies to friends to lovers with the Symbrock dynamic of Rhaast being a parasite that is fighting for control over Kayn's body being thrown in there for spice. The fun with this ship is seeing how their fight forces them to have to share moments of closeness and eventually bond with the other, and how through those moments, Kayn and Rhaast both find a perfect mirror for themselves. They find someone with the same level of bloodthirst and similar war-related trauma, but also someone who balances them as they are opposites and the same in so many ways.

Petrigrof (spoilers for both Adventure Time and Fiona And Cake) is sorta the opposite of Rhaayn in that a lot of Rhaayn focuses on how they fall in love, while Petrigrof's main story starts after already being together. The other way they're different is that while I very much SHIP Rhaayn, I'm kinda lying when I say I SHIP Simon and Betty as my favorite part is that they don't stay together in the end. The Youtuber Sarcastic Chorus has already done an amazing analysis of this ship that matches a lot of my feelings on them, but to sum up, how Petrigrof ended is all due to Betty and Simon's mistakes. They loved each other so much that Betty was willing to throw so much of herself away for Simon, while he was blinded to how much she was doing for him, and even in the moments where he did recognize Betty was doing too much, he let her keep trying as he thought it would undermine their relationship if he didn't. And I love that their story is a lesson in how even well-meaning obsession can be toxic and that you need to know when to walk away and move on, even when it hurts you and the person you love.

Simon is just as madly in love as Betty is and vice versa, and they're both equally responsible for the way they ended up. While with Rhaayn, both crave each other's company because they've found someone who is just as violent and fucked up in all the same ways as they are.

But compared to those two pairs, Jhinhwei feels too unbalanced, and not just due to the power imbalance. To summarize it, my other ships feel like two people who ruin each other (or heal each other, or both!), while Jhinhwei mostly feels like Jhin trying to ruin Hwei and the main draw is Hwei choosing to accept the ruin and his internal struggle about it. The story of them, as I read it, focuses almost solely on Hwei's arc and you could theoretically have him effect Jhin just as much, but first, any attempts for Hwei to "fix" Jhin would just recreate the issue for me in the other direction, where it's now about Jhin's internal struggle with Hwei trying to heal him. Second, I have a hard time reading that as anything other than drastically changing Jhin's character to the point where you might as well make an OC.

That last point is definitely more of a personal problem as I have way more trouble getting into Jhin's headspace than I do with Hwei or Kayn or even Rhaast. But to me, Jhin is almost more of a force of madness than a character I can dive into the complex mind of, and I'm kinda ok with that. A lot of people love trying to figure out how these characters' brains work and why they are who they are, but just like how Riot never wanted to unmask Jhin (until that goddamn concept art came out!), I'm ok with leaving the mask on and letting some things about Jhin remain mysterious, even at the cost of Jhinhwei not meeting a lot of the criteria to be a ship that I really fall in love with.

#and no ive never watched the show h@nnibal so that probably doesnt help #ive just noticed a lot of my mutuals love this ship and this is me trying to get into it but accepting that its probably just not for me #unless one of yall wanna try to sell me on it #league of legends #lol #leagueoflegends #riot games #hwei #jhin #khada jhin #lukai hwei #jhinhwei #golden artists #rhaayn #petrigrof

[kaynsmoon]

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓲𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓪𝓷 𝓯𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓻 - (Rp starter for @zoharsdream ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀)

"I-I'm sorry for all the trouble, really!!" was all that Kayn said, as he quickly but quietly tried to step away. What was he even doing?! It sure wasn't the first time he'd done something like this, and It definetly won't be the last.

"I just need to get a good-ol gem flower, as simple as that !" was what he repeated in his mind, more than thrice, as he approached the local market. He couldn't stay much longer to enjoy the daily performances - Kayn couldn't stay for much longer either way.

Upon the various options in that regular sized stand, a round, polished, cherry-like one had captured his eye.

He was relived. It was easier than Kayn had imagined, thankfully. As he readjusted his glasses, he tried to reach out for the little bag he had decided to bring, to keep his currencies in place. Emphasis on tried.

He made the mistake of giving a quick glance on his right, as just on the side of the stand there was something that looked like a small animal ranch, though It was covered in colorful blankets, with various types of embroidery.

He was so confused but fascinated by them, that Kayn didn't realize he was getting closer and closer. His mind told every inch of his body to go back and just get the gem, yet curiosity might kill the cat, but what about some random florist?

Boy, why did he do that.

Just, why.

As soon as he raised just one of the blankets, he was taken aback by the peacock head that immidiately submerged, making him jump where he stood.

Many other heads came to the surface, their noises all around the relatively calm market. If they weren't so loud, Kayn could almost hear the owner's not-so-nice words he had shouted to the tall man.

To be sure, he tried to give a small apology, though that didn't stop him from backing up away from the havoc and chaos he accidentally caused.

It didn't help that he didn't once look where he was going.

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#💜 #au #alternate universe #rp #roleplay #quequed

[late-to-the-magnus-archives]

I Prefer My Heart To Be Broken, Chapter Eleven: Identity

Identity revealed. Plans explained. Peer pressure applied.

AO3 | Playlist | Masterpost

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CHAPTER ELEVEN: IDENTITY

John sees Kayne, and knows that neither Martin nor Arthur can.

Kayne smiles.

The smile is for John alone, because Arthur can’t see that expression, Arthur doesn’t know that Kayne is angry, that Kayne is livid, that Kayne is just a little bit scared,which makes everything so much worse.

Kayne makes an exaggerated shh motion and approaches.

What? John says. What are you doing?

Arthur doesn’t respond, which means he can’t hear John. That doesn’t help his rising panic.

Kayne hovers his hands in front of Arthur’s face, so close to just poking out his eyes, or snapping his neck, or who knows what.

Arthur is so fucking mortal. So vulnerable.

Stop!

John tries to raise his left hand.

Kayne catches it and forces it back down—and somehow, keeps this from Arthur’s notice completely.

John can’t do anything.

Kayne slides his fingers down, not quite touching, but so close, hovering them above Arthur’s throat as if threatening to rip open the old wound.

He keeps his eyes on John’s the whole time.

John has no idea what to do. What do you want?

“A very good question. Maybe just to spread the anguish a little bit? Oh, but that’s going to happen anyway, isn’t it, when he finds out? Might’ve gone better if you’d told him when you had the chance, but nope! You had to keep it to yourself. Good job. I couldn’t have planned it better.”

Desperation is making him foolish. He doesn’t need to know! I’ll provide a distraction! I’ll do anything! Let him go!

Kayne bares his teeth. “What makes you think I am at all inclined toward kindness to you after what happened today?”

I don’t know what happened today!

“I don’t care.”

Kayne’s voice is not remotely human when he says that, is not a timbre Arthur’s ears could hear even if Kayne were perceivable right now, and deep inside of Arthur, John shudders violently as the breadth of it passes through him.

Kayne taps his chin as if thoughtful. “Are we all on the brink of extinction? Yep! Of never-ending hell? Probably! But let it never be said that I wouldn’t go out petty as fuck,” he says, and they are thrown.

There is the dizzying moment of portal travel, of the rude ripping of reality that Kayne does. Then they’re flying toward disaster.

Arthur can’t see the marble rushing toward them, has no chance to protect himself, so John brings up his left arm, trying desperately to keep Arthur’s head from getting smashed in.

It doesn’t work as well as he hopes.

They crack into the marble and skid, and John doesn’t have to be able to feel things to know that fucking hurt.

Arthur must have gotten his bell rung. He lies still, just breathing hard.

And, oh.

Oh.

They are not alone.

Arthur, run! RUN!

Arthur responds to it, to the terror like torquing metal in John’s voice, and he tries to respond, but his scramble to his feet is awkward and imbalanced, and he crashes back to the floor, panting.

Arthur!

Arthur tries again, a tilting, half-mad, bent-over run, like an animal.

And then, thick, warm, supple things wrap around him like the limbs of a giant octopus, and he is lifted right off the floor.

No! shouts John. No!

And—

“Arthur?” says John, and Arthur knows the difference, could never confuse the two, could never mistake the King for John, not up close like this.

“John?” Arthur says, voice cracking, thoughts scattering like a plate shattered at his feet.

No! John sounds frantic.

And the King (John, it’s John, this is impossible but he knows it’s John) makes a sound that isn’t laughing and isn’t crying and is so vulnerable that it grinds Arthur’s shattered thoughts into even smaller pieces, and Arthur is engulfed.

It’s a mass of limbs, squirming, unjointed, all of them holding him and sliding over him as if to ascertain that he is really there.

“John,” says Arthur, because it is.

“Yes, Arthur. You poor thing—you’re so cold,” says John, and the grip is firm, but gentle, and Arthur can breathe fine, and he can wriggle all he wants, but he cannot get free.

His head throbs. His thoughts are muddled. He has to protect John. Has to— "Put… put me….”

“I won’t touch him, Arthur. John is safe,” says John so warmly, though his voice still cracks.

Let him go! Put him down! How… go away! John cries, his own voice cracking.

Arthur’s head hurts so much.

“There, there,” says John, warm and familiar and comforting. “You’ve concussed yourself. Hardly the first time, is it?”

Arthur! Fight him, Arthur!

Arthur tries. John is afraid. That’s enough for him. He doesn’t need to understand why.

“John,” says the King in Yellow, evenly. “I don’t want to suppress him, but I will if I have to. You know who I am. I won’t hurt him. I’d advise you to work with the situation, not against.”

Arthur’s headache has swung into full vertigo, and he stops struggling because he has to. His breath sounds wet, and his mouth tastes sour.

C… calm down, says John, sounding anything but calm, but Arthur trusts him, John would never—Calm down. Kayne threw you so damn hard.

“Kayne did this?” says John, sounding surprised, wary.

Tendrils slide over Arthur’s face, somehow soothing, and the nausea retreats.

Arthur makes a low sound.

“It is Arthur,” says John, all soft wonder.

Of course it is! John huffs like an angry bull.

“How?” says the King, and growls (and it is so much bigger a sound than John can make). “He told me he couldn’t. He swore to me. That couldn’t have been a lie.”

I don’t know, but if you’re me—fuck, I know you’re me, so you know how I feel—you should give a damn! Let us go!

“But why would he do this?” murmurs the King. “A way to stop me? Well… it is. This solves everything. I no longer need to continue. But how could he have done this?”

You’re not listening! John accuses.

“John?” says Arthur, starting to push a little. “Wait… what is… fuck, my head….”

“Shhh. You’re safe, Arthur. You’re with me.”

John feels something then, a whisper of power not aimed at him, whooshing past like a silent train and just kissing him with breezes.

Arthur goes still.

Arthur goes pliant.

Arthur goes more relaxed than he even does when sleeping, and sighs a happy little sigh. “John.”

“Yes.”

No!

“My Arthur,” whispers the King, and cups his face.

Arthur turns toward that hand and nuzzles it.

Stop! You’re doing something to him!

“To keep him calm, yes. Since you obviously aren’t going to do it.”

John growls (and tells himself it does not sound like a puppy next to the King’s). What did you do?

“One of my many acquired skills: I have suppressed certain of his emotions and memories. He can’t remember any of the bad things that hurt him. He can’t be unhappy, or upset. No fear, no anger, no loss.”

What about Fa…

“Right now, he only remembers Faroe alive.”

Fuck. He won’t thank you for this.

“It’s temporary, John, and he won’t recall it happened. Besides, he’s injured. Would you prefer him fighting through treatment?” The King chuckles. “Because he would.”

He would. But he’s… responding weird.

“No, he’s just responding. It’s not complicated.”

It hits John. He’s worshiping.

“You. Yes.”

Oh.

John isn’t complete, isn’t whole; but if he untenses, relaxes just a little, he can feel what Arthur is doing.

The focus.

The attention and emotion poured out on him like an offering.

That feels good.

Very good

Natural. Fulfilling. Right.

John had forgotten just how right it was, though it used to be his everyday normal. And getting it from Arthur….

“Your shock at this helps me to narrow the date down, but don’t tell me any more. This will be fun.”

What will?

“Let’s see the damage, shall we?” says John, and begins fussing with Arthur’s clothes.

Hey!

Which is ignored.

Arthur is laid on something soft. He can’t think; it feels like half of himself has gone to sleep.

It’s fine. John will never hurt him.

“That’s right, Arthur,” says the King. “I will never hurt you. Let’s see; your ear is damaged, so this is after Larson’s mine. But how long after?”

What are you doing?

“Investigating.” The King chuckles. “Remember when that was our goal?” He lifts the sweater. “These stitches are fresh, and messy; I see the infection hasn’t fully set in yet.”

Infection?

“It requires hospital time. Well. It would have. Now, it won’t.” He runs a limb across Arthur’s stomach.

That hurts. Arthur moans.

“It will all be over soon,” the King soothes. “So you were taken after the mine—but this wound gets reopened and reinfected by a rogue Memory in 1939, so it could be much later.”

I don’t… I can’t be… you.

“Can’t I?” chuckles the King.

If you tell me how you—how I—

“I will. Mostly because I’m not quite sure how to proceed with you. Naturally, I mean no harm to myself, but we can hardly merge.”

… no. We can’t. We’re the same half.

“Arthur.” The King is gently touching him all over, as if checking to make sure everything is there, which is a frightening thing for him to be doing. “Ten toes! Excellent. Definitely before 1937.”

John tries not to let that panic him. Why are you doing this?

“I already told you—but then, I remember being occasionally stupid when faced with his harm, so I forgive you. I’m checking him for injuries, partially to determine when he was taken, partially to see what I need to fix. There’s a lot to fix, John.”

A… a lot?

“The prison pits alone nearly sent him into renal failure.”

John makes a miserable sound. What?

“It’s easy to forget. I know,” says the King, almost gently. “He’s so stubborn, so resourceful, so… much more than his human flesh deserves. But he is just human, John. Fragile. And we got lucky so many times that we… took his life for granted.”

John can’t answer. He feels like there’s a fist around his metaphorical throat.

The King sighs, inspecting. “Yes—his kidneys have clearly been on the verge of failure for some time now. Don’t worry. It’s child’s play to repair at this point. I’ve been practicing.” The King’s tone gentles further as he starts working off Arthur’s trousers. “Hm—you can’t tell how much pain he’s in, can you? That’s another date clue.”

He’s… he’s… in pain? He can’t fix it. He doesn’t have that power, not like this.

He didn’t even know.

“Among other things. By 1940, which is when we lose him, he’s in very bad shape, John. I won’t let that happen again.”

John takes an unsteady breath.

“John?" says Arthur, responding because John is upset, and John can’t be upset, John can’t—

“Shhh. We’re all right. You’re all right. We’re together. What better outcome can there be?”

Arthur agrees, and stills again.

John is melting down. He can’t speak, can barely think.

He’s been on the edge of losing Arthur for months and hadn’t even known.

This is not all right. None of this is all right.

The King studies Arthur’s right thigh. “Look at that! No chunks taken out of it. So this was definitely before 1936.”

Chunks?

“You know our Arthur.” Another low chuckle, pleased, focused. “Always plunging headfirst into the worst possible scenario. Or feet first, in this case.”

Tell me what happened.

Arthur is naked. He’s vaguely aware of being naked. He’s done that in John’s presence for ages. It doesn’t bother him. He turns his face to the King‘s hand again.

The King lets out a happy sigh. “It’s Kayne’s fault, in the end. He could have prevented it. Could have saved…” He stops.

The cut on Arthur’s chest, where he’d mixed his blood with the Archivist’s, is neatly stitched. Martin did a perfect job; chances are, it won’t even scar.

What? What could he have done? Saved him from what?

“This is not a wound I know,” says the King in Yellow, evenly.

It’s fresh. From today. After Kayne snatched us.

But the King is peering closely now, leaning in, tendrils undulating all around as though pulling back layers only he can see. “These burns on his shoulders?”

What? Oh—yes. When we escaped the Dunwich Repository.

“Oh, that. With the flirting.”

Yes, with the flirting. Disgusting behavior.

The King’s amused rumble seems to agree. “However, we were not burned in that fire.”

Fire? We were burned on the way out, by the Dark.

The King recoils. Goes still. “The what?”

The Dark. Damn it, you remember. You need to answer my questions!  What happened? What will happen? How did you… how do I become this?

Instead of answering, the King in Yellow says, “He has been marked by the Lonely.”

Yes. I’m not sure how it grabbed him so deeply, but it did.

The King is silent.

In New York City, he was marked. But you should remember that!

A low, awful moan is building in the King. It isn’t voiced; it isn’t growling. It is a mourn, a howl, a klaxon of rediscovered grief.

What?

“There was no Lonely in my timeline!”

Oh

Oh.

“This isn’t my Arthur.” The King sounds destroyed. Devastated.

John breathes too fast. Don’t hurt him. Don’t hurt him!

“Of course I won’t!” John growls. “It’s Arthur!”

Arthur shifts.

“Shhh.” The King does… whatever suppression is more firmly this time, more thoroughly, and Arthur calms again.

The Fears didn’t exist in your time?

“No. The Dunwich Repository was run by two worshippers of shoggoths. Idiot behavior, but it allowed them to steal other’s bodies to extend their lives.”

They tried to—

“Steal Arthur? Yes. We burned them alive.”

You burned them alive. We just… got away. They were Strangers, in our time.

The King is quiet, but he is breathing hard.

John exhales. So that’s why he needed us. It’s a fixed point, isn’t it? Whatever happened to Arthur. That’s why Kayne couldn’t go back in time and bring you your Arthur.

The King in Yellow might be crying. “Yes. What happened when he died—what I did in response—altered the fabric of the universe, changed the balance, and could not be undone. Kayne couldn’t go back beyond it, and so couldn’t attend to his mistake.” Reverently, he runs his limbs over Arthur’s form, as if to memorize it, then begins to dress him again. “But why would he do this? Just to hurt me? Oh, he has done that, and he will pay. Making me lose him twice…” He pauses.

Arthur’s right hand is gripping one of his tentacles. Just a familiar touch, as natural as holding his left hand in his right.

The King makes that noise again.

John is trying to think. You said 1940. It’s 1934 for us. That means I have a chance at preventing what happened to you, alternate timeline or not. There’s a chance I could save Arthur.

“Your Arthur. Yes, there is. Oh, Arthur.” He gathers the man up again in his mass of limbs, holding, secure, still.

Arthur falls asleep.

Out like a light, completely at rest.

What…

“He has known no peace for so long.” The King is holding him so tenderly. “You should know that already—though, no, I’m being unfair. I didn’t learn that trick until 1936. Perhaps it would do you good to learn it early.”

Trick?

“You’re inside him, John. As I was. Do you truly think any of his thoughts, any of his feelings, are hidden from you?”

I can’t even hear him unless he’s talking out loud, for fuck’s sake.

“That is by choice.” He’s not putting Arthur down.

Bullshit.

“It is the same choice that prevents you from expanding to yourself. You know you can. You feel it. You’ve regrown enough that you could, easily, overwhelming what there is in this body.”

He’d die!

Which is not a denial, and John realizes that after he’s already spoken. He does know.

“Yes. So you won’t. Don’t worry. You don’t kill him.”

It’s John’s turn to make a sound—not the same as that yawl, that clamor, but it is anticipating grief, and it is a ragged keen. What does?

“Stay on topic. You can sense magic, see spirits. You can interpret runes, manipulate cursed objects, read all the languages of the damned. All your powers are intact, and you are inside Arthur. The only reason you aren’t seeing his thoughts is you haven’t tried to look.”

And that feels absolutely illicit, and John isn’t sure why. I don’t—

“You can wait until there is an emergency, as I did—until he is bound and mute, until he is being controlled by a monster beyond your imagination. Wait until he’s being molested, eaten, to tap into this, to reach into his mind. Or you can do it now, and possibly avoid that situation altogether.”

John is stunned. Silent.

The King makes no move to put Arthur down. “Go on, John. It won’t hurt him. He won’t even know you’re doing it.”

He… should know, says John, because that’s part of why it feels wrong. I shouldn’t do that without his knowledge.

“You literally help him clean the filthiest parts of his body. It’s fine. Besides—you want to. You’ve wanted to know what he was thinking from the beginning.” A soft chuckle. “Some days more than others.”

John does want to.

And surely, Arthur would say yes. Wouldn’t he?

And this is an emergency, of sorts. Isn’t it?

Even though Arthur isn’t in danger now (John is fairly sure), there is all this future mess, and Kayne to deal with, and that Archivist. How do I…

“You already know. It’s like pulling back a curtain.”

But I don’t—oh!

“There you go. Now, that wasn’t so difficult, was it?”

No. It wasn’t.

It was frighteningly easy.

John feels like he opened a closet door and discovered a universe. Oh, Arthur!

“He’s dreaming. Do you see?”

He’s dreaming his daughter—that’s what she looked like?

“Wasn’t she lovely? And happy.”

Both are quiet in the wake of that.

“This alone will prevent so much trouble,” murmurs the King.

John feels guilty and isn’t sure why, but it’s done. So. I see everything.

“Yes.”

John laughs; he can’t help himself. Everything!

“Of course. He’s yours.”

Mine.

Arthur is.

Arthur is.

“Ah. I see.” The King sighs. “This is Kayne’s cheat. So that was the point of this. Fine. I don’t care.”

What?

“You’re a distraction. Fine. Let them have their tryst. The Archivist will serve me better with a little hope in his system, anyway.”

Right. Archivist. We need to talk about that shit right now.

“In a moment. You don’t know how to calm him yet. This view of his mind will be the clearest you know for quite some time. Enjoy it, John.”

John wants to. Wants to just sit here, exploring, discovering, learning. Lifting up all Arthur’s quirks like rocks to see what lies beneath. But other things are more important. What happens in 1940?

“Don’t return to Carcosa.”

Carcosa?

“We were lured. A trap, of course. The King was waiting for us.”

The King killed him? John whispers. But that would kill us.

“It would have.” And without so much as a warning, he gives the memory to John.

#

Fucking cold up here, some kind of winter in the Dreamlands, and—

Kayne nearby (always nearby and always laughing), letting it all play out, and—

The King, insane, genuinely insane, some source he’d gone to in search of answers having exacted too terrible a price, and—

The King, forgetting or no longer caring that killing Arthur would kill John, and—

Arthur, screaming, screaming so much he tore his throat, and—

Arthur, screaming so hard he blew out his optic receptors and John couldn’t see, and—

How long? Too long, and John had promised not to leave, but Arthur’s breath went muddy and shallow and uneven, and the King would not stop, and—

John chooses, decides, takes the path to what he’d known he could do for the better part of a year, explodes forth with determination to defend his human, to fight the King, to do something, anything, even though without a body he’s destined for the Dark World, and—

And discovers that Arthur is already all but dead, because John had acted too late, because John had kept his promise too long, because Kayne had done nothing but watch, and—

And the King, turning to him, all joyfully as though he’d won a game, no recrimination, reaching as if they could possibly ever fit back together, and—

Arthur dies.

John feels it like a switch flipping in his head, some electric fence designed to keep things safe completely burning out.

Arthur dies.

Then nothing matters.

Not anymore.

Not ever again.

John isn’t sure exactly what he does next.

He knows he goes into the King in Yellow, and now, half to half, there is an imbalance:

The King doesn’t want to die, but John doesn’t give a fuck.

John is tearing him, weeping as he tortures part of himself, devouring enough of his own flesh to regrow his form.

And Kayne laughs and throws popcorn as if this were a cheap circus show. Kayne, who could have done something, could have helped, could have kept Arthur alive, even by a thread.

And John takes the shivering shreds and shards of his former half and gives them to Kayne to eat.

Because it will hurt the King, of course. What other reason could there be? (Madness, it is madness, it is absolute madness to try this, but John is beyond reason).

The incantation he invents on the fly binds Kayne with every greedy, slavering bite, and Kayne is so focused he does not notice it happening.

Of course he doesn’t, because fresh god flesh, torn apart in hatred and fear? Nothing could taste better to the Crawling Chaos, to the Stalker among the Stars, to the Faceless God.

It still shouldn’t have worked.

None of it should have worked.

It all works, and shakes reality to its core.

It is the greatest gamble John has ever pulled off, even before being split from the King in Yellow. His other half is dead; Kayne is bound, however imperfectly, raging and forever stuck.

But Arthur is dead, too, so what does it matter?

It doesn’t.

Nothing matters at all.

#

John comes to, gasping raggedly.

Arthur is still held in those many arms, cradled, wrapped just tightly enough to provide a comforting compression.

I… ate him.

“Yes.”

And Kayne ate me. I fed myself to that fucker.

“Yes.”

Arthur… John chokes. Because now, John knows what it feels like for Arthur to die.

He has to avoid it. The cost does not matter.

You took his place. The King in Yellow.

“I always was the King in Yellow. You are the King in Yellow now, whether or not you care to use the name.”

John knows that, too. He falls silent.

Arthur’s dreams have shifted to a hotel room. He can see in his dream, and he’s reading some kind of salacious spy novel to John—who, in this dream, hovers over his shoulder, a yellow and black blob with oversized eyes and a tiny yellow cloak.

John makes a small sound.

“I can’t find him.”

What?

“I can’t find him. I can’t gain access to the Dark World, and nothing I’ve commandeered to look has found him there. I can’t find him, John.”

John inhales. What would you do if you could?

“Bring him back, of course.”

Is that the reason you’re fucking around with those Fears? John accuses.

The King in Yellow laughs.

This isn’t funny!

“Do you really think you’re going to suddenly be stupid enough to mess with those things? I’d be inserting cancer directly into my world!”

John has no mouth, but if he did, it would be gaping. Then what is all this?

“One of the many, many things I accomplished in my search for a way to bring Arthur back is a keen understanding of humans,” says the King. “I chose my conduit carefully. Jonathan Sims is never going to give me those gods, and I don’t want him to.”

Then what is the point?

“Were you here earlier?” the King asks casually. “When we returned from our… unfortunate trip.”

With the ichor. What the hell happened, anyway?

“I took him to an underling I knew would respond badly to him. His nature is the recording and organizing of information—and creatures of chaos really don’t like that. Well, it attacked him—and he unwove it.”

Unwove?

“Like taking a story and seeing it with such precision and power that it is reduced to disconnected syllables. Something he did in his previous world, too—a unique and dangerous skill.”

Madness. Why would you let him do that?

The King sighs. “To increase his confidence. It’s quite shattered, and he needs it to fulfill my purpose for him. You heard his question before he retreated, yes?”

John has to think. It’s been a fairly hectic half hour. Asking what it is you truly want.

“I’m rather proud of my acting there,” says the King. “Yes. He will assume, of course, that it’s his idea. Like with our little discussion of consent.”

Consent?

The King shares that memory, too.

Ruined Carcosa, concepts of choice, pleasure versus permission.

Wild.

Also brilliant.

John’s getting a clearer image of what Martin’s lover is like. Kind of interesting, in a soaking-wet cat kind of way.

Consent is tricky, and John isn’t sure he didn’t just violate Arthur’s, but it’s done. So. That was masterful.

“You see? He thinks he’s teaching me things, able to influence a god for the better, for the good of all.” The chuckle is dark and uncompromising, a terrible utterance.

But what is it you’re trying to get him to do?

“To realize what I want is my heart back. My heart, who is dead—who was taken from me, as his was from him, though his is still alive. Jon will realize that he could do it. He could see it. He could provide a thing no other being currently alive could—a way into the Dark World—and with his unique dual nature, could find my Arthur and return.”

Dual nature?

“His deification was one of the most twisted rituals I’ve ever seen. It shouldn’t have worked at all. He’s a mess—but that will only aid me now.”

John swallows. This sounds unstable. Maybe he could do it, but he’d be risking so much. Not only his own entrapment, but the release of such horrible things.

“Yes. He likely would have refused if I’d just asked—the danger for him and the world will be high, and he can be obstinate if he thinks he’s saving people, or protecting them. But don’t you see? Once he realizes how he’s influenced me, sees how I can grow and change, decides he can actually talk me down from this mad plan of mine into something more reasonable….”

He’ll do it. He’ll get you your way to the Dark World, no matter the cost to himself. Fuck me.

“And he’ll be grateful that I let him.” The King strokes Arthur’s hair. “I will find my Arthur. I will have him back. And to him, I will give a perfect world. One in which he can never be hurt again by criminals, or chewed on by monsters. He can never be lied to again, or robbed, or beaten. He will never again be stabbed or molested or poisoned. I’m almost there.”

John swallows. Again, he has the niggling feeling that this isn’t okay, and isn’t sure why—but then, it won’t be his problem to navigate. So. And Kayne?

Another dark chuckle. “A bonus. We all watched these two strange invaders when they arrived, of course—which was very lucky for everyone, as they could have landed anywhere. When I realized he was exactly what I’d been looking for and chose to act, Kayne demanded to know why. He likes to bother me, sometimes—unable to move against me, unable to harm me or that which I have claimed as my own, but he acquired a taste for my flesh, and it occasionally makes him… demanding.”

You gave him that taste.

“Yes, I’m responsible for that. Well, I told him the nonsense—about the Fears, and my determination to wield their power to find Arthur. He thought it ridiculous.”

Because it is.

“Yes. But we, you and I, are a very good liar.”

There was no denying that.

“But something about the way he laughed when I told him this lie… so dismissive, condescending toward my pain… I decided I wanted more. I wanted to hurt him for letting Arthur die. So, I proposed a wager. A bet. An all-or-nothing scenario. He could never resist that.”

John can already guess. The wording?

“Mostly basic. Oaths and bindings; completely foolproof, of course. Certain levels of interference allowed, but nothing beyond—and certainly no actions against our chosen pawns. Consequences for what little cheating we can do. This is about convincing our game pieces, after all, not forcing them. So: Jon must obey me, and Blackwood must obey him. It’s not exclusionary, of course—Blackwood could refuse him, and I could still win.”

This sounds dangerous. What happens if you lose?

“If I lose, I will free Kayne from his binding—and allow him to finish his meal.”

John shudders.

“If he loses, Kayne will surrender those parts of him that are still his own. He will be mine, fully, as everything is here.”

But you lied about the premise. How can you win this bet? You couldn’t have specified bringing in the Fears.

“I did not—I focused on Arthur’s recovery. Kayne assumed in context.”

John has a bad feeling about this. I can’t say that wasn’t brilliant. But it’s all unstable. Can you contain him if he loses, even in submission? He’s so much older than you. Bigger. Even bound, he’s more powerful.

“I don’t care. What mattered was he made a foil. I could already see he wanted Blackwood.”

Why?

“An unusual talent for complex deceit. He’ll make that man an agent, given time, sowing trouble on mission for the rest of his life. So I let Kayne propose that desire to me—he got Blackwood, I got Jon. And by playing them off each other, I take no blame for Jon being separated from his little anchor. I take no blame for the danger Blackwood is in. I, in fact, am innocent! Merely acting according to my nature, which, it seems, can be influenced by one compassionate human, all because I’ve known love. What a beautiful story.” And that laugh is eager, dark, and bitter.

We can be influenced by one compassionate human.

“He’s no Arthur—though I suppose, in different circumstances, I would enjoy the repartee. As it is, no. He’s a tool. I haven’t even decided yet if I’ll keep him once it’s done. I suppose it depends on whether I want to bother with Blackwood.”

You won’t keep them separated?

The King slides one hand over Arthur’s hair. “No. One way or another, they’ll be together.”

Maybe Jon was more than a tool, in that case. And if Kayne keeps Blackwood?

“If I let him, he can have Jon, too. It’s not like Kayne has any interest in the Fears, and I would have control of Kayne. Jon will choose to be with Blackwood, anyway, no matter the cost. It should be safe enough.”

If Kayne were truly bound.

If not, Kayne would never let Jon stop screaming.

It’s not illogical, though.

Finally, the King puts Arthur down.

But he can’t pull away. Arthur still holds one of his arms. The King hovers over him, letting him cling.

Was it wise to tell me all of this? says John. I could tell them. Ruin your plan. Kayne could take it from my mind.

“Kayne can’t read your mind, bound as he is. And no, you won’t tell those humans. Of course you won’t. This is about Arthur.”

True enough.

What do I do instead?

“Focus on your Arthur. Find ways to protect him. He’s so damn fragile.”

John has a pretty clear idea what the next step needs to be. Kayne promised a body if we distracted you. You’re sure he’s not hearing this?

“Interesting. He is capable of that, though I’d suggest caution with your wording. And yes, I’m sure he’s not hearing this. He can’t come near if I don’t permit him. A body….”

Yes.

“So you will leave him.”

Never. But I know what you mean, and… yes.

“That Lonely mark will never be removed. At least, I know of no way to do it.”

I know.

“Tread carefully, John.”

I will.

“Arthur,” the King breathes. “I will find you.” He finally extricates himself from Arthur’s grip. “I’ve healed his injuries for you, since it will be some time before you can do that on your own. Best of luck, John.”

And the King withdraws.

John sits in silence in his wake, churning with transitive trauma.

He will not make the same mistakes.

#

Arthur wakes on something soft.

Really soft.

Feels like the best bed he’s ever slept in, and, come to think of it, he feels a lot better than he has in… huh.

A while?

The persistent pain in his mid-back, on either side of his spine, seems to be gone. The headache that has plagued him since the prison pits, reaching from the back of his neck over the top of his head like some kind of hood, is gone. The constant burning in his stomach, where John kept him alive with jury-rigged stitches, is gone.

Lots of aches and pains are gone.

This has to be a dream.

Arthur wriggles under the blanket, against the pillow, and tries to remember going to bed in something so luxurious.

Arthur?

“Mm,” says Arthur.

Come to think of it, he doesn’t recognize this scent. It’s pleasant; herbal, vaguely lemony, but unfamiliar. Strange.

Arthur. Are you all right? You’ve been out for a while.

Wait.

Arthur remembers being thrown.

He sits up, fast. “Where? Fuck, where—”

Calm down. We’re alone.

“We….” Arthur squeezes the sheets, marveling at their softness. “John. Where are we?”

In the King’s bedroom, on a bed the size of a swimming pool, but John won’t tell him that. He can feel panic licking at the edges of Arthur’s thoughts, feel that simmering fear that’s always there, that made Arthur so unstable in their first few moments together, and he wonders how he missed that it never really left.

The King’s palace. We’re safe.

“Safe!”

He realized we’re not from his timeline, so he’s letting us go. It looks like that was Kayne’s fucking ripcord.

Arthur doesn’t buy that at all. “But he’s not the King in Yellow. Why would the timeline make any difference?”

He is. He’s changed. Not a lie.

And the fear that surges for John—that John could have been taken away—briefly eclipses everything in Arthur’s head. It’s like an explosion, going off, scattering thoughts.

Yow.

It’s okay, Arthur. I’m here. I’m still here.

It takes him a moment. “Changed?” Arthur finally says. “That wasn’t changed, that was practically a different… he changed?”

John wishes he could touch him. Hold him, like his other self could. Yes.

“Did he hurt you? Did he do anything to you?”

John sighs. No. It was a tiring conversation. He realized can’t do anything with me, and so there’s no reason to do anything with you.

That was a lie. The original King had very much wanted to do things to Arthur by the end. Had John not practically prostrated himself, pleading for mercy, that Hastur would have made good on his “pet” threat. Arthur would still be screaming, breaking, burning, peeling. Never permitted to die.

This King, however, would never hurt Arthur.

“Maybe I don’t matter to him, but you still would,” says Arthur. “You can’t convince me he just let us go.” Arthur’s concern is now that something was done to John.

Touching. Also inconvenient. Arthur, we should at least… move. Let’s not stay where he put us down after Kayne knocked you out.

Oh, but there’s that stubbornness, manifesting now as the desire to help people—which John admires, but wishes was a little less prominent. “We’re really free to go?”

Yes.

“Then I want to find Martin and his Jon.”

Of course he does. Arthur, that would be unwise.

“Wait—where’s the knife?”

Kayne took it.

“Fuck! How are we getting out of here?”

Portals, maybe. I don’t know about getting back to our time, but I also don’t want to hang around here until the King changes his mind.

Which wouldn’t happen.

John gets it. He would never harm any random Arthur in the multiverse, but that didn’t mean he wanted any except his own.

“We need that knife, for them if not for us.”

Arthur, our paths crossed for a while, but we’re done. We have to focus on us, now.

And there goes that stubbornness tipping into nonsense, because Arthur is well aware he has no valid reason to say no, but he does it anyway. “No.”

Push him in one direction, and he’s guaranteed to go in another. So ridiculous, like a willful kitten. Some days, that was endearing.

Today, John dearly wishes he had a button to turn that off. Arthur, you’re not thinking.

“Portals,” says Arthur. “We can help them reach those portals.”

And what’s to stop the King from chasing right after them?

“Is he crazy enough to? What if they go somewhere he shouldn’t be?”

He built the portals, Arthur. I assure you, he knows where they go.

Arthur is standing, moving; and now, John can feel how gingerly he moves, feel him expecting pain from his joints, from his back, from everything.

How had he not noticed? How?

What else had he missed, mistaking Arthur’s mental resilience for physical recovery?

Arthur rolls his shoulders and frowns. “John, something did happen. I don’t feel the same.”

It’s time for a decision: let Arthur know he can read it all, or don’t.

John doesn’t want him to know yet. Soon, sure—but not yet. What? Different how?

“I feel… better.”

You slept for a while.

“No. No, I—wait a minute.” He pulls his sweater up and feels his stomach. “John! What happened? The stitches are gone!”

He… he healed you. John sounds amazed. He healed you!

“The King in Yellow healed me?” blurts Arthur, reasonably flabbergasted.

He said he was giving us a gift for old time’s sake. I thought he was being facetious.

Arthur feels all around himself, and he’s afraid again—but he hides it so well that John would never have known. “He cast some spell on us?”

John sighs. There are no spells. It was an incantation drawing on the inherent power of—

“He did more than that, John, I know he did. We need to find out what else happened. Am I poisoned? Being tracked? Did he plant some kind of spying bug on us? I have a lot of trouble believing for even one damned second that he did us a favor.”

The thought briefly crosses John’s mind that Kayne could have done that to Arthur when he’d had him at his mercy in New York, in which case, he had been listening in.

But, no. The King would have thought of that, surely.

At any rate, Arthur’s concerns would make sense if this were the other King in Yellow—but he’s not.

Maybe this half-truth is backfiring, but John’s dug a hole now, and can’t climb out. I’m telling you, he’s changed.

Arthur is considering the way the King talked to other-Jon, the apparent patience. “But that… but he….”

Arthur, he’s had a different past than the one we know. He lets himself sound regretful. If this had been my other half, we could have… worked something out. But he’s not. Not quite a lie.

Arthur swallows. “Worked what out, John?”

Something that didn’t involve anyone dying or being forced. I’m sure of it.

Arthur is absolutely stunned. “The King in Yellow, finding mercy?” But then he starts connecting dots—and John feels the hope, the choice of it, the same foolish and beautiful faith offered to him. “He can learn humanity. Like you.”

Apparently, he can. But only with the right stimuli. I wouldn’t hold your breath for the one we know, Arthur. It isn’t happening.

“You would’ve said that about yourself if you’d met yourself when you first came into my life, too,” says Arthur.

This is not a safe line of thinking. Maybe.

Arthur’s excited now. It’s vague, not based on anything real, but there. “Right. All right. I still want to find them, but after that, we can find a way to get home.”

John is regretting his half-truth about the King’s identity. Not that he was wrong to do it, but that it’s too easily unwoven. He’ll have to backtrack that, somehow. I hope you know what you’re doing. Door’s straight ahead. Just walk forward, and we’ll be out of this room.

“Sure. John, I don’t remember anything. Why did he put us on a bed?”

Fuck if I know.

And that’s a bold-faced lie.

(part twelve)

NOTES

Has any of this okay? How does one define "okay" among inhuman gods? One thing it is for certain: a mess.

P. S. This is the John in Arthur's head, and no one can tell me otherwise.

[crazyblondelife]

Your Favorite Basics...Styled 5 Ways

I have a confession to make…I purchased a pair of Gucci loafers and I have not loved them!

I can be very spontaneous at times and have been worried that I made an expensive mistake.

Yesterday was a cold and kind of grey day here and I decided to style a few outfits… determined to wear (and like) those dang loafers! I started out styling them as before…with trousers or straight leg pants and they just didn’t look right. It’s not a style that works on me. Finally, I decided to style my loafers with my favorite Moussy Vintage jeans and OMG, it was a match that made me smile. I like how the clunky lug sole looks with the jeans and so I styled five outfits around the jeans, loafers, a white blouse and a long strand of pearls. I think most everyone has some version of these pieces in their closet and if not, it’s time for a closet update!

I’m very happy with these looks and will be wearing them often this spring! I hope you like them too!

In the first look , I styled the 4 basic pieces…skinny jeans, white blouse, black loafers and pearls, with a Cabi leather jacket from last season and my Chloe tote! This is such an easy outfit to recreate, just be sure to add a colorful bag. It could be any color because what doesn’t go with black and white?

Here, I switched things up a bit with a black trench from H&M, from last season. The one I linked below is also from H&M, very similar and priced at just $74! I love this coat in the spring and the fall…it’s lightweight but adds a layer of warmth and looks so stylish with everything! My scarf is old from Cabi (who knows when I got that one) and I absolutely love the red tote bag as an addition.

I so wish that Veronica Beard would make this fabulous trench coat again this season, but there is no sign of it on the website! It’s my hands down favorite piece for early spring! I love the snaps on the side, the pockets…everything! I did link a couple of sleeveless trench coats, one is short and only comes in red but it’s very affordable. I think the others could be altered for a similar look. I tucked my blouse in only on one side to give this look a less conservative feel and added the red tote again.

This look feels like a throwback to high school with my Jenni Kayne sweater thrown around my shoulders. I see sweaters styled like this all over Instagram and I’m loving the look (again). The color block bag from BOYY is one that I’ve had for several years. I’ve linked an almost identical one in all black.

Another item that I’ve had for many years and will always keep is my leopard tote. This tote came from Henri Bendel a long time ago and I haven’t seen one as good. A quality leopard piece adds a sophistication to any look, in my opinion! The sweater vest was purchased on a recent trip to New York and has been such a good layering piece. I would throw on the leather jacket with this if it was cold out.

These pictures were taken in a bedroom in our home that I just repainted for the purpose of making videos and pictures. It was blue before (don’t know what I was thinking) and I wanted to have a neutral background. I’m still working on the book shelves but it’s been a fun project. Being able to leave a tripod set up is so nice and makes pictures and videos much easier to do on my own!

I had fun styling these looks and as a result, I’m planning to do a “5 way” series with basic items for spring.! These styling sessions are so helpful for me because they force me to get in my closet and be creative with pieces I already own and I really hope they help you as well.

I’m so happy that I’ve figured out these loafers and I’m sure you’ll be seeing them more…they also come in fun colors for spring so you just never know!

#One piece 5 ways #spring fashion #White blouse #Gucci loafers

[shurelyasreverie]

Ezreal, Kayn, Yone Reverse AU Headcanons (100 Followers Special)

The title was the easiest way I could put it, but it's headcanons for an AU where Ezreal/Kayn/Yone are league players and the reader is a playable champion in the game. Thank you so much everyone for a hundred followers! I hope you'll accept this post as a small gift of thanks. I also find Reverse AUs a super fun concept so lemme know if you want more posts like this

Ezreal

(I just had to do him, there's no content for him and his voice actor is literally a host on League Proguides asldkfjad)

Ezreal's been playing League since the earlier seasons and ever since he was allowed to get his hands on a computer. He essentially knows the ins and outs of the game and is a die hard fan

Despite having good knowledge and skill with all champs, there was something about you and your abilities that Ezreal loved. After one game he already had a perfect feel of your champion and managed to get a triple (maybe even quadra) kill. He knew you were the next one to main

Give it a week, two max and he had Mastery 7 on you with minimum mastery points. Give it a month and you'll be the champion that he's played the most out of all time

He loves playing you but if you're ever banned, he'll accept that he'll have to play another champ. But if the enemy team has you, he feels unhealthily guilty every time he sends you respawning back at the fountain

Ezreal also loves to geek out on the lore. He's read up on everything about you, your biography, your short stories and he's watched all the cinematics you're included in. He's searched for your fanart and has probably set you as his wallpaper on his computer. In his settings, the voice line volume is maxed out, he loves hearing your monologues or interactions with other champions

A shameless simp. He's ended up crushing on you and he's going to embrace it. He's read all the self insert content for you and has probably written his own. He also gets pouty about any other champ that canonically gets to interact with you in the lore

He is a shameless but also a broke simp. He hasn't bought your skins but he's managed to gain a couple through Hextech chests and many, many rerolls

If you're selected for a music project like K/DA or True Damage, someone save Ezreal's heart because he's not going to be able to handle it. He’s bought the album, he’s learnt the lyrics and he’s learning the dances

Kayn

Kayn is a pretty tryhard player. He was previously dedicated to another game and only played League casually, but when you were released as a new champion, Kayn made the switch to focus on League. Your abilities just worked so well with his playstyle, give it enough time for him to perfect his skills and he could tell that he would be able to 1v5 the entire enemy team with you

After many months, Kayn's now known as a dedicated (Y/N) one-trick pony. If he streams or has a YouTube channel he's probably going to hold the title for the best (Y/N)-player in the region. Every kill and outplay he's flexing his Level 7 mastery and eternals

If you get banned, Kayn is straight up dodging, he doesn't care how long the wait time for the next game will be. Does he get autofilled into a role you're not made for? No problem, change the runes and itemisation and he's all good to play you

The only times he’s not playing you is if it’s a special game mode (like ARAM or One for All) or if he’s playing with friends and trying dumb strategies. But even then you can bet he’ll be thinking how much easier his game would be if he just selected you

If the enemy team has you in their composition, he’ll be a complete savage and tear the enemy apart on their lack of technique with you. He can see all the mistakes and errors, only solidifying how he’s the best (Y/N) player

Kayn never really took much interest in the lore of League but once you were released, he checked it out. He thinks the entire lore is too convoluted to follow as a whole but he’s keeping tabs on anything you’re involved in. He'll never admit it but he isn't particularly happy if you have a significant other in lore

He has bought all your skins and chromas. Even the legacy and hextech skins he's spent his money to get his hands on one way or another. Despite this, he actually likes playing with your default skin sometimes. It expresses your lore and personality best and it also makes him feel nostalgic

Kayn couldn't care less if people flame him personally but if anyone flames you as a “dumb” or “brainless champ” then to Kayn they've pretty much asked for death. He can be extremely savage and toxic if he wants to be, it's almost like he's another person. If his account gets banned, he doesn't care. He'll just start a new one. He’s defended you and that’s what matters

Yone

Yone is like an old man with technology. He would only play League casually but he's quite passionate about all the theory and techniques involved in the game. He knows all the concepts and what all the champions can do but he just can't seem to connect his mind and fingers so he ends up as a rather average League player

That all changed when he tried to play you, however. Even though you weren't the easiest champion to play, you were the easiest to understand to him. Whenever he played you, he was able to display just how much knowledge he had of the game and his win rate soared. It took some time but you were the first – and only – champion he has a Mastery 7 on

Yone appreciates all the content relating to you as it was clear how much time and effort was put into your design, gameplay and lore. Your biography in Runeterra is extremely entertaining, your splash art is phenomenal with lots of hidden symbolism and foreshadowing to your lore and your voice lines in-game compliment your personality perfectly. He also goes out of his way to listen to your cinematic theme song, it's absolutely beautiful to him

You are by far Yone's favourite champ to listen to. While all the other champions trash talk and roast their enemies, you were respectful but confident when up against the enemy team, but could be savage if you witnessed any injustice, much like Yone's attitude when he plays League

When you were a part of the Spirit Blossom event (or if you have a skin with a similar aesthetic to it), Yone’s heart raced when he first laid his eyes on your splash heart. He had a complete internal panic, he’s never felt this way for a game character before, was this normal? If you were also part of Spirit Blossom’s dating sim or something similar, Yone would act as though he is completely unphased by the event, playing your route with a straight face (but his cheeks burning red)

The instant he heard of Yone's fondness of you, Yasuo gifted him with an official figurine of you. It was rather embarrassing and Yone keeps it away from prying eyes, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't like it

Your characterisation is so expertly done, it makes you so realistic and Yone can't help but let his mind wander sometimes and imagine what life would be like if you were real. You'd undoubtedly be good friends, perhaps even more, he’ll never truly know

#fanfic #fanfiction #imagine #headcanon #hc #lol #league of legends #league of legends imagine #league of legends x reader #lol x reader #ezreal #ezreal league of legends #ezreal x reader #kayn #shieda kayn #kayn league of legends #kayn x reader #yone #league of legends yone #yone x reader #self insert #y/n #fluff #shurelyasreverie

[nihimniscrossing]

//nihimni would like to take his hand and dip it into some writing, if you don’t mind. That’s all from me. Thanks for reading my lil note. 🥰 - admin infra

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• • 𝔤𝔬𝔢𝔱𝔦𝔞 • •

𝐭𝐰// 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐧-𝐜𝐨𝐧, 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐧𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬…

I remember when I was young, we had this tree in our backyard, and I would always gravitate towards this tree. Ah… needless to say, that was a dire mistake on my end. When my mother saw me back at that tree in our backyard, she did little to help me, nor did she warn me about the dangers of that tree. I did not know, I did not care, I was a child. A helpless child. I was so naïve and helpless back then. So desperate…

That tree, every night after my visit, a ghost like spirit would come out of this tree. It looked like a goat with a human body. Little did I know however, I was the only one that could see this spirit. Its name was Goëtia, and this goat like spirit would come to my window and serenade me with its violin. I cherished its beautiful songs, and I longed to hear them again. Very seldom did the spirit come by again as I grew from a little lad into a competitive gent. The lonelier I got, the more desperate for the spirit I became. So, out of a fleet of despair, I searched for the tree that once grew in our backyard to find that it had vanished. The green leaves that reminded me of maple leaves, the dark sienna oak that was smooth to touch, gone. I assumed that it was cut down, I had heard workers outside a month prior.

But, I was so saddened. Until he started showing in my dreams.

Goëtia. The ghostly goat spirit, it would often evade my dreams at night. I would wake up in the wee hours of the morning in cold sweats, unable to move a single limb. The only thing I could remember moving were my eyes. Shooting from left to right, I lay stiff in my bed. Until I saw it. I wanted to kick at it when I felt its phantom like fingers on my legs. The feeling of movement was gone, but the sensation of touch was there, and… I didn’t like this feeling. I didn’t want to be touched.

It became infatuated by me. Every night, it would show. Not with a violin, but with needy hands. With a wanton urge. A coquettish grin on that animal’s snout. I hated every night it attacked me. I would frequently try to call for help, from my servants, my mother, even any of the puppets I had made and gave life, but I was powerless, and not even a young demon could control anything in that state. I was truly pathetic… no amount of Rohypnol could compare to this struggle of being fondled… tossed around, feeling no movement whatsoever but the sensation of touch.

To remedy this issue, I tried to stay awake during the night, and sleep during the day. It helped temporarily block out Goëtia from my mind, my dreams, my bedchamber. This is how my new sleep schedule was born. I have yet to speak with someone about it. Ni Fei, my beloved puppet… my partner in crime, for a lack of better terminology, is the only soul that acknowledges and understands this pain I feel, besides my mother, who dismissed my cries as night terrors.

My mother, she told me that… she went through the exact same thing when she was a child, and this is what happens to young incubi and succubi alike—supposedly, it’s supposed to “prepare you for what you have been bred to do.” Degradation struck my head, my brain. The terror I would go on to cause, the trauma I would soon inflict on helpless women, why? Why did I not realize that before? I’m an incubus! I’m dirty, I’m filthy… I’ve faced crude names where people laugh and point at me and call me things like, “slut,” “whore,” “tramp,” “pig,” “misogynistic chad,” I’ve heard almost everything. And no wonder I turned out to be the teenager I once was. I remembered seeing Goëtia out of the corner of my eye during classes, as though it was watching me, stalking me, waiting for me to slumber so that it could make a fool out of me in front of all my peers.

And then… Kayn came around.

I was strolling one night, Ni Fei casually riding on my shoulder. I could still hear Goëtia’s voice in my head… it’s ghastly whispers of self hatred and dirt. And when we bumped into each other, Goëtia seemed to silence, only for a mere second before the aggression came full force. He was just a man to me, who am I to float about talking to some man on the street? But this one… he was different. Black fluffy hair, the blackest of night skies, eyes as purple as the most pure of amethyst stones, skin like porcelain. He looked so innocent, and the way he talked to me… the gentleman next to him looked at me in eerie confusion, yet, this man… he treated me like a normal person. He didn’t insult me, instead, he wanted to join me on my stroll. I treated him to a late night snack, and Ni Fei, he seemed to really enjoy his company. I remember myself… smiling for the first time. It was so… strange of me to feel so warm around someone that I’m not supposed to get along with.

And every time he would talk to me, Goëtia would leave me alone. He would disappear, as if Kayn knew how to deafen the voices of that ghastly goat like spirit. He was good to me… he wanted to be near me… he treated me like a normal person, not some dirty wretch of a man. That… that’s why I would like to cling to Kayn… similar to how a lonely soul forms a family out of friends. He… can silence Goëtia from my mind with little to no trouble. And.. he really made me question myself the other day, with what he said to me…

"𝐈'𝐦 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐈 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐈𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲, 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐮𝐥𝐭, 𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥...𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐈'𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭...𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐮𝐬. 𝐇𝐞𝐲, 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐈𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐈𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐈𝐭, 𝐭𝐨𝐨. 𝐍𝐢𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐧𝐢, 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭, 𝐈 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐨 𝐈𝐭. 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐈'𝐦 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧. 𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞, 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭? 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝, 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞. 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐈'𝐦 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐭! 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝'𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐞𝐝, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞."

The way my name rolled out of his mouth.. like ecstasy to me… it felt really good, for some odd reason. But, even so, I didn’t show that feeling outward to him. To show my commemoration, I made him a special dance in his honor with my troupe. All the ladies there, we showed them all just who Kayn really is to me… Ruri, his fiancé, he didn’t look to impressed. As a matter of fact, he did show his other personality a tiny bit when watching us dance. He’s funny… even though I have to keep a cautious eye on him all the time… funny to say… I hope Ruri just doesn’t treat me like the others… much like Kayn doesn’t treat me poorly…

Now every time I look at a tree that looked similar to the one I had in my backyard as a young child…

I cannot help but cringe at it.

#Nihimni’s first act #oc writing #my ocs #oc #oc ships #my oc #Nihimni Caesura #writing #writing prompt #potentially triggering #tw // suggestive #angst kinda

[infinite-xerath]

Xerath Interactions For Every Champ

I’ve done this before, but since we have some new characters and reworks, I figure I’d go and give this another shot.

Aatrox: “Just like the empire you served, Aatrox, you are now but a shadow of greatness.”

Ahri: “The temptations of flesh do not sway me, fox.”

Akali: “Flee into your smoke, girl; it will not hide you from me!”

Alistar: “You are not yet free of your chains, minotaur; join me, and reap your revenge!”

Amumu: “Friends will inevitably betray you, child...”

Anivia: “I needed only one rebirth to achieve greatness!”

Annie: “You hold great potential, child...”

Aphelios: “You conjure weapons from another realm? Show me more.”

Ashe: “You would unite your homeland, but I shall unite the world!”

Aurelion Sol: “I acknowledge your strength, star dragon, but I am power incarnate!”

Azir: “Cling to your precious Sun, Azir; I have no more need of it!”

Bard: “You may witness my triumph, storyteller, but do not interfere!”

Blitzcrank: “Such a crude golem...”

Brand: “A power rivaling even my own... I think I shall take it!”

Braum: “Cower behind your shield; it makes no difference!”

Caitlyn: “Mine is the only law that matters!”

Camille: “I will tear that gem from your chest, machine...”

Cassiopeia: “You sought power in the tomb, serpent, and you found me.”

Cho’Gath: “You think to devour me, beast? I welcome you to try!”

Corki: “I shall blast that infernal machine from the sky!”

Darius: “You are the mightiest warrior of Noxus? How underwhelming.”

Diana: “I tore the Sun from the sky. Shall I treat the moon in-kind?”

Dr. Mundo: “Abomination! You dare to approach me?”

Draven: “Look upon me, mortal, and witness TRUE greatness.”

Ekko: “The power to control time, in the hands of a mere child!? I shall rectify this at once.”

Elise: “You think yourself immortal? Allow me to enlighten you.”

Evelynn: “I will teach you TRUE agony, demon.”

Ezreal: “Surrender that gauntlet, boy, or I will claim it from your ashes.”

Fiddlesticks: “Fear? I have cast such emotions aside.”

Fiora: “Nobility means nothing to a god.”

Fizz: “Your childish antics end here, creature!”

Galio: “You consume magic, but even a titan has limits!”

Gangplank: “Yet another dethroned king, grasping for his lost throne...”

Garen: “Crushing Demacia will be child’s play compared to Shurima.”

Gnar: “A primal rage stirs in this whelp... Interesting...”

Gragas: “Such simpletons are beneath my notice.”

Graves: “Another mercenary? Let us put your skills to the test...”

Hecarim: “A horse without its reigns? I shall soon correct that...”

Heimerdinger: “A dull mind with delusions of brilliance.”

Illaoi: “I claimed what was mine. Now, the world will move as I will it!”

Irelia: “Entertain me, dancer. That is your purpose, is it not?”

Ivern: “Your influence in the desert is lacking, ‘green father.’”

Janna: “A guardian that relies on the strength of others is meaningless...”

Jarvan IV: “What is a king to a god, Demacian? Just a man with fleeting authority.”

Jax: “Join me, Icathian, and I will see the Void itself burned!”

Jayce: “You will not be the first hero I crush, nor the last...”

Jhin: “Mad though you may be, I could offer you a greater stage...”

Jinx: “You think you know chaos, girl? Your rampage is but child’s play.”

Kai’Sa: “If a mere mortal can survive the Void, then destroying it will be easier than I imagined...”

Kalista: “Azir made an oath he could never keep; HE is the betrayer!”

Karma: “They say your wisdom is unrivaled, yet you are still foolish enough to stand against me?”

Karthus: “You mistake eternal damnation for eternal greatness, lich.”

Kassadin: “You fight a battle you cannot win; surrender your relics, and I will finish it in your stead.”

Katarina: “Your sister proved most useful, assassin...”

Kayle: “I answer to no judgement but my own!”

Kayn: “You struggle endlessly for control of one-another; I shall put you both out of your misery!”

Kennen: “You are swift as lightning, yordle, but my fury is the storm!”

Kha’Zix: “I stand at the apex of life; you can never hope to reach my level!”

Kindred: “When next I strike down Azir, ensure he does not return!”

Kled: “A mad yordle on a frightful drakalops? Is this meant to be a threat?”

Kog’Maw: “I shall end your hunger... Along with your existence!”

LeBlanc: “Your petty tricks cannot deceive me, witch!”

Lee Sin: “A pity you cannot see the error in opposing me...”

Leona: “No matter how many avatars of the sun stand against me, I shall strike them all down!”

Lillia: “Dreams are but fleeting fantasies; I have no need of them.”

Lissandra: “You think a prison of ice can hold me? You are sorely mistaken.”

Lucian: “Your weapons may banish the dead, but to me, they are little more than toys!”

Lulu: “I sense the most primal of magics within you, yordle. Where did you obtain it?”

Lux: “Your light is but a spark next to me, girl!”

Malphite: “What sort of imbecile gives life to a mountain?”

Malzahar: “You are no prophet, Malzahar; you are merely a puppet!”

Maokai: “You seek to liberate your home from the dead? That can be arranged...”

Master Yi: “A master of the blade is no match for a master of the arcane!”

Miss Fortune: “Your city requires order, and I alone can restore it.”

Mordekaiser: “You may rule the realm of the dead, but Runeterra is MINE!”

Morgana: “If you would embrace chains, then perhaps you may have mine.”

Nami: “A civilization beneath the sea? Interesting...”

Nasus: “Come to face me again, Nasus? It will end no differently than your prior attempts!”

Nautilus: “I do not pay tribute to false gods!”

Neeko: “My essence is too great for you to handle, trickster.”

Nidalee: “Human, beast, it matters not; you will bow all-the-same!”

Nocturne: “My nightmares ended long ago, demon. Now, yours begin!”

Nunu and Willump: “Naive child. You are merely a pawn, just as I was once...”

Olaf: “No death will immortalize your name, fool; I alone am eternal!”

Orianna: “To preserve your life, you became a mere husk... I almost pity you, machine.”

Ornn: “Forge for me a weapon to shatter these chains, mountain god!”

Pantheon: “You will fall before me, Targonian, just as Asose did...”

Poppy: “The world I create shall have no need of heroes.”

Pyke: “Your mind is already shattered. Now, I shall break the rest of you!”

Qiyana: “Power? Authority? Let me teach you what those words truly mean, child!”

Quinn: “Tell Demacia what you have found, scout. Whatever defenses they prepare, I WILL break!”

Rakan: “Human, vastaya, it matters not; I shall reign over both!”

Rammus: “The beast of legend... Come, let us see if your stories hold true!”

Rek’Sai: “When I am rid of you, the Great Sai will be mine!”

Rell: “Pledge your power to me, child, and let us dismantle Noxus together...”

Renekton: “Do you still recall who imprisoned us, Renekton? Do not forget the root of your hatred...”

Rengar: “I can offer you elusive prey, hunter; her name is Sivir...”

Riven: “You would challenge me with a broken blade? Are all Noxians so foolish?”

Rumble: “Yordles are said to be honored creatures. Looking upon you, I fail to see why.”

Ryze: “The World Runes must be kept from mortal hands... That is why I shall harness their power!”

Samira: “You say I destroyed your home? You will have to be more specific...”

Sejuani: “You survived the harshness of your homeland, just as I survived mine...”

Senna: “Darkness, light, it matters not; no power can rival my own!”

Seraphine: “You seek to unite your home? I will unite the WORLD, child.”

Sett: “You fight for entertainment? Very well... Entertain me.”

Shaco: “I will not indulge your twisted games, jester. Perish!”

Shen: “I alone can bring stability to this world.”

Shyvana: “Such power... Why do you waste it in service to imbeciles?”

Singed: “You are little more than a walking corpse; I will return you to the grave!”

Sion: “You think you know rage? The Butcher shall enlighten you...”

Sivir: “The kin of Azir, wielding the Chalicar... You cannot be allowed to live!”

Skarner: “So the Brackern are more than a fable... But only just.”

Sona: “A fine instrument... Go on then. Play for your emperor.”

Soraka: “You bound yourself to flesh and blood, but I have surpassed it!”

Swain: “Vision, might, guile... I am the embodiment of your ideals, general.”

Sylas: “You and I are much alike... Stand with me, and Demacia WILL fall.”

Syndra: “Your magic is potent, Syndra, but your mind is dull and clouded!”

Tahm Kench: “You have nothing to offer me, demon. Begone from my sight!”

Taliyah: “You will tell me where she went, child, or I will pry it from your dying breaths!”

Talon: “You are not the first assassin I have faced...”

Taric: “My radiance far surpasses any gem, Targonian.”

Teemo: “Your tricks cannot hide you forever, yordle...”

Thresh: “No prison can hold me, least of all your frail lantern.”

Tristana: “You wish to become a soldier? That can be arranged...”

Trundle: “You think yourself clever, troll? That you would provoke me says otherwise.”

Tryndamere: “Mightier warriors have failed to best me. You shall fare no better.”

Twisted Fate: “You confuse petty tricks for magic, gambler. That was your greatest and final mistake!”

Twitch: “It seems the Voidborn are not the only vermin I must exterminate...”

Udyr: “Do you truly control the spirits within, or do they control you?”

Urgot: “I am the ONLY one with the might to stand above all others.”

Varus: “A mighty Sunborn, reduced to a squabbling trio of corpses...”

Vayne: “YOU are Demacia’s protector from darkness? This will be easier than I had imagined...”

Veigar: “You think yourself evil incarnate? How amusing...”

Vel’Koz: “Not even YOUR twisted mind could fathom the secrets I possess.”

Vi: “To think a city that prides itself on brilliance would birth a brute such as you...”

Viego: “You are but the shadow of a man clinging to petty emotions; you are CERTAINLY no king.”

Viktor: “I alone have achieved perfection, and perfection cannot be copied.”

Vladimir: “I congratulate you on your mastery of the most primitive spellcraft known to man.”

Volibear: “Even the storm bends to my will!”

Warwick: “Another dog to hound me? I shall return you to your leash!”

Wukong: “No level of skill may rival pure power, ape!”

Xayah: “Human, vastaya, it matters not; I shall reign over both!” 

Xin Zhao: “They say your will is unbreakable... I beg to differ.”

Yasuo: “What do you know of the girl called Taliyah?”

Yone: “You come to me seeking answer? Prove you are worthy of them!”

Yorick: “You would fight the undead... By raising the undead? Imbecile.”

Yuumi: “The book shall be mine, cat!”

ZAC: “What manner of twisted sorcery gave rise to an abomination such as this?”

Zed: “I will burn away your shadows and armor, and expose you for the weakling you are!”

Ziggs: “I may have use for weapons such as yours...”

Zilean: “You saved your people from the Void, only to imprison them beyond time? Icathia truly was a land of fools...”

Zoe: “Celestial magic is not a plaything, girl!”

Zyra: “The desert is no place you. Return to the jungle, or be pruned.”

#Taunts #Xerath taunts #Yup I did another one #Every single Champ #Hoo boy

[riftimagines]

Spirit Blossom!Thresh x Shadow Assassin!Kayn

This is literally just smut with a hint of plot. I’m not the best at writing smut but I was inspired to write this after someone, you know who you are :3, introduced me to this ship and we shared a lot of headcanons with them in different AUs but this is the one that came out. LOL. Also I recently made a A03 acc. called RiftWrites where I’m probably going to post my one shots there because Tumblr is kinda annoying with posting long stories RIP.

Warnings: Smut, Blood mentions, This has Thresh ffs XD

The smell of blood and death thickly floated in the air. The invading Noxians stood no chance against the blurry shadow that swept through the field and cleaved through them like animals for slaughter. It was like a creature from their worst nightmares but this creature was no creature but in fact, a man. The sheer speed and fluidity of his moments made him look like a living shadow, something that was created by magic and in a way was. The gifted shadow magic Sheida Kayn possessed was only enhanced further by the defeat of the Darkin scythe, Rhaast. Its defeat gave him unholy amounts of power and transformed the young man into a terrifying shadow assassin. His power showed on this day as there was more blood then grass on this once pristine grassland. Bodies lay askew where flowers once bloomed and from the corpses rose a particular bloom. A Spirit Blossom. This year was the year they had returned after thirteen years and now sadly they would leave again and with them the souls of the dead of this land both Ionian and Noxian. The sky began to fill with the blossoms of the dead Noxians and began to float away, good riddance. Now to get rid of what little was left.

In the not so far off distance a force was awakened. The sounds of lost spirits called out and from the realm of the dead came a seeker of said souls, a demon that sought to collect all the spirits and show them their true potential. Its unnatural purple skin and white hair contrasted against the natural hues of the forest. It seemed not to care as it stood out for anyone to see its vision became set as the brilliant flowers in the sky sang to collect them.

“No worries little spirits, your safe with me now.” Its reverberated voice rang out. From its left side it brought forth a lantern in the shape of a demons face almost similar to his own. A smile curled upon its lips from beneath its golden jaw plating as the Spirit Blossoms came down and closer to him. The spirits are completely unaware of what was happening when the lanterns mouth suddenly opened and began to pull all the souls into it. So many spirits to gather today, like harvesting wheat freshly cut in fact they seemed like they were. The Spirit Blossoms were fresh, very fresh, and seemed to becoming from a certain direction, interesting. Curious as to where they were coming from the demon begins to walk towards the origin of all these blossoms while gathering them a long the way. It did not take long for the purple hued evil to find the source. A battlefield, how quaint. There had been much delectable suffering and pain. Ah, if only he had heard the screams, the sweet tones of misery. As if on command of thought, the sounds of screaming and wailing called, now that was a lovely sound he could not resist. The siren sounds cried out like the most beautiful chorus and soon lead to its singers.

The bodies fell left and right as a blur of blue and darkness swooped through the poor mortals and razed them. There was no mercy, only pain just like the demon liked it. Its bright lavender eyes became transfixed at the lithe form doing a dance of death leaving blood and agony in its wake. Who was that glorious creature? It did not seem to notice the demon at the edge of the battle watching every deadly moment in awe. The dance continued for a few moments longer before the final howls of despair fluttered into nothingness. The shadow finally stops and reveals to the demon a divine looking man. He had never seen a human look so, alluring. His pale skin tattooed with dark lines that traveled from his eyes across his face, down his chest and completely engulfed his forearms. Such a lovely being, he must know more about this beauteous agent of death, no time like the present to make a blunt entrance. With a couple spins of its sickle it launches it at high speeds to the target and it snags its very soul.

Kayn is completely confused as a small scythe attached to a thick cord wraps around him. It should have been easy to cut but the cords were seemingly harder then steel and did not break, instead they pulled harder as the strangest looking fiend he’d ever seen comes flying at him. For a moment he feels panic as his powers don’t let him escape, the magic cord holds him still. No attack ever came though, just the sound of evil laughter fills his ears. He looks at the monster before him with wide eyes. What was this thing?

“How adorable, so confused and so scared. I won’t hurt you though little one. I am Thresh, collector of the Spirit Blossoms. Do not let my frightening visage fool you, I am but a humble guide to these poor spirits and bring them up to their full potential. It seems though you have found your full potential early, so tell me what are you my dear?” He coos softly. Kayn was having none of that though.

“I am Sheida Kayn, and I care not what you are monster I will not obey you!” Kayn’s scythe came barreling towards Thresh’s neck and had he been anyone else he would have been dead. The demon sighed then pulled hard on the chains sending Kayn into a tree and his scythe out of his hands.

“A feisty one aren’t you? I’m not surprised but make no mistake, I do know how to put wild spirits back in their place.” He says as he picks up the shadow assassin by the throat, pushes him against the tree and squeezes slightly. A sudden moan that catches both Kayn and Thresh off guard. A wicked grin spreads upon the demons face and Kayn seizes up. He squeezes again experimentally and again the soft moan flutters into his ears. Oh now that is a nice sound. Kayn suddenly feels fear, a feeling he had not felt in a long while, and tries to phase though the tree only to be stopped by the white cord wrapped around his waist keeping him from escaping.

“ Now, now, little pet, don’t leave so soon, we just discovered something new! Here lets make this more interesting shall we? I believe the blossoms from this field should be enough.” Suddenly the demonic lantern opens up again and the Spirit Blossoms make their way inside. It’s eyes begin to blaze and the demon removes its hand from Kayn’s throat to call upon its power. A pulse of energy burst forth from Thresh and five ghostly purple walls seemingly arise from nowhere. The more startling part wasn’t the box that surrounded them now but the fact that the demon was changing. Its dark purple skin became a light alabaster, hair a dark black with purple hues, and its horrifying mask was now replaced with a gorgeous man. It was so jarring to see something so terrifying turn into something so beautiful. Thresh smiled smugly at Kayn, no one could resist this form, perhaps now he’d get more of those lovely sounds.

“Ah, how is this? Not to bad if I do say so my self. Now where were we?” His hand returns to grasp at his neck this time though his other hand begins to graze his sharp claws down his chest. A nail catches his skin and leaves a little scratch it its wake making Kayn hiss. Thresh’s eyes glaze slightly at the sound of pain, so heavenly, he needs more. Dark purple nails trace all over Kayn’s torso leaving more cuts and scratches all over but none enough to be agonizing or lethal, Thresh is having too much fun with this one for him to die yet. Through the rough ministrations on his body Kayn’s breath had hitched and his nerves turned on to high. Every touch was doing something to him that wasn’t really pain. A tight, warm feeling starts to form in his lower abdomen. Thresh can see a redness spreading upon Kayn’s face.

“Enjoying your self? It’s rude to keep all that pleasure to yourself you know?” With unseen swiftness the small gap between them is closed and their lips are intertwined. It’s a rough and hungry kiss almost like he couldn’t get enough. Kayn had not experienced much physical affection but this was something greater then those little kisses he’d seen couples share. They are both bare chest to bare chest breathing hard into each other until Kayn could not breath. They break panting hard and Thresh’s eyes are fully glazed over and glowing deviously. In a split second his mouth is on Kayn’s exposed neck and is biting down hard. Kayn yelps loudly then goes into a deep moan as Thresh works the bite into what will be a deep dark bruise. The tight feeling rushes downward to his groin and an involuntary buck of his hips follows. The demon stops biting his neck and moves up to nip at the shell of his ear before whispering low and deep.

“Such an eager little spirit. You want me to claim you don’t you? Want me to collect your body and soul?” Kayn can’t speak the sheer amount of arousal is drowning his mind but he can feel himself nod and his hands try to pull Thresh closer. The cord unfurls its self from his waist and find new residence binding his hands instead now. Thresh raises his hands and the cord upwards to a branch to keep Kayn’s hands up.

“Yes, I know you want me but you’ll get me as I give myself to you. No sooner, no later.” He purrs lowly. With hands now bound and pinned above his head it gave the devious soul collector free reign of Kayn’s body. His talons raked across his body and mouth working anywhere that looked like a tender spot. Scratches and bruises start to decorate pale skin and leave their new owner writhing in pleasure. The firmness in his pants was agonizing, far more so then the slightly bloody cuts. Thresh was in a no better state. His normally composed visage was flustered across his face all the way to the tips of his pointed ears. His own member throbbing for attention.

Not wasting anymore time those claws were put to the test as they tore through the thick cords that held up Kayn’s pants effectively loosening and dropping them. Kayn gasps as his warm, hardened nether regions are exposed to the elements, clear fluid already seeping from the end. The demon growls deeply at the sight and is quick to rid himself of his binding clothing. Tossing them aside he strokes his manhood gently, electing a rumbling purr from his chest. Kayn can see through half lidded eyes the demons length and a shiver runs down his spine. He isn’t familiar with others genitals but he is bigger then himself by a bit and quite thick. Thresh moves in again and lifts Kayn’s hips up to line up before pushing in. Kayn’s eyes go wide at the foreign felling of being filled. He’s moaning, writhing and trying desperately to get accustomed to this new sensation. Tears start to pool and fall down his face which are then licked up by the eager demon.

“Easy now my pet, just relax. Let me handle everything.” He coos into his ear and leaves a kiss where a stray tear is falling. The pleasantries are gone in moments though as Thresh begins to move. The pace starts slow but then begins to build and soon its a quick relentless pace that leaves Kayn completely breathless. His whole body feels limp as if all his strength has left him, the strength of the demon alone is the only thing keeping him up. Every harsh thrust seems to hit a spot that has his eyes rolling back and him moaning and gasping loudly. The sounds and the sensation of Kayn tightening around him sends Thresh on a marking spree, covering as much skin as he can into deep colors. It’s all so much for Kayn and in a moment of bliss his sight blurs and he can finally feel himself release. He can hear a deep animalistic growl and for a few seconds his hips are grabbed so hard he swore the bone would bruise as Thresh rams into him sending Kayn’s blurred vision into pure white and his hearing completely gone. The whole world fades for who knows how long before his vision is restored and the demon is slowly pulling out of him. He now hangs there on the tree limply, unable to will his now exhausted muscles to move even an inch. A whine escapes him as Thresh fixes himself up.

“Now, now, I know you miss me. I’ll get to you in a moment.” He places his clothing back into place and almost seems like nothing happened to him at all. He goes to the side of the tree and binds the forgotten scythe to his back before coming around and pulling Kayn’s pants back up. As soon as the cord to the sickle is removed Kayn drops like a rock right into Thresh’s arms. His body is too weak to fight him off and lets his head lull onto the demons shoulder. He smiles down at the tired human in his arms and places a small kiss upon his crown.

“You may rest now dear. I won’t let anything happen to you. Your mine now you know, nothing will take you from me and you certainly won’t get away from me from now on. So get used to being where you are for your going to be there for the rest of eternity.” He says all too gleefully while holding him tightly. Kayn thinks for a moment of what he’s done. He’s now bound to a soul taking demon, but a soul taking demon that has given him more attention in about an hour then he’s received in his entire life. Thats not entirely to bad he thinks. He looks up at the handsome face that looks down at him with a smirk and dips down to place another kiss, this time to his lips, that’s most certainly something he could get used to.

#Kayn #Thresh #Spirit Blossom Thresh #Shadow Assassin Kayn #League of Legends

[mycloneismywaifu]

Shaco’s thoughts on champions..

Aatrox: Such an angry man, definitely needs to relax.

Ahri: quite pretty, everyone seems to like her. I don’t know though..

Akali: Grumpy, but also...balanced, as they would say?

Alistar: Big boy, Small Mind.

Amumu: Oh Nyoh, poor baby...grow up.

Anivia: who left the frozen chicken out to defrost?

Annie: I like their potential, might host a tea party.

Aphelios: Sorry, didn’t hear what you said.

Ashe: chill...hehe...

Aurelion Sol: ALMIGHTY POTENTIAL...Rude as fuck.

Azir: Hm...you had everything, how did it feel to lose so much...?

Bard: BWOMMM....indeed.

Blitzcrank: Metal body, Metal mind, Metal heart...I wonder if you can feel...

Brand: Toasty, I’ll keep you in my fireplace.

Braum: You have a heart worth thousands, but can you save everybody..?

Caitlyn: You claim to be an amazing sherrif, but you haven’t caught me!

Camille: My my, that’s some long...knives.

Cassiopeia;  I like your style...Poison is quite...thrilling in it’s own way~

Cho'Gath: Who’s a good all eating terrifying monster...? YOU ARE!~

Corki: Has ANYONE seen his feet? Anybody?!

Darius: Chop Chop~ You’ve got to catch up to your brother~

Diana: So edgy, but loving the aesthetic~

Dr. Mundo: I’ll see you next week for drinks! Bring the good stuff!

Draven: I heard your brother’s ahead of you, gotta do more work~!

Ekko: Even if you go back in time, you can’t fix your mistakes...~

Elise: Oh My..!

Evelynn: MY OH MY!

Ezreal: Do you really have to dance like that...?

Fiddlesticks: SQUARK!!! ...hah, good times...

Fiora: You’ll never find a worthy opponent with manners like that!

Fizz: Slippery little sucker you are...

Galio: Big. Very Big.

Gangplank: Arrrg! ..got any of those oranges

Garen: You wish for JUSTICE! but what if you’re in the wrong..?

Gnar: Annoying, but sort of cute. Don’t piss it off, whatever you do.

Gragas: My supplier of the finest bourbon. Also a drinking buddy.

Graves: He smells nice.

Hecarim: I love to sneak onto his back to ride on him like a horse...

Heimerdinger: ...Fucking know it all.

Illaoi: I tried arm wrestling with her ones. Never again.

Irelia: K n i v e s, so many K N I V E S.

Ivern: Honestly I’d probably get high with this guy. He seems like fun to get high with.

Janna: Is it me or is it windy in here?

Jarvan IV: You have a kingdom, but do you deserve it?

Jax: If i gave you a rubber chicken, would you still clobber people?

Jayce: Pretty boy needs to learn his place.

Jhin: Finally, someone with some good T A S T E 

Jinx: 👀

Kai'Sa: I’m surprised you didn’t go c r a z y in the void..how do you feel..?

Kalista: I heard you want to get a little bit of vengence...?

Karma: ...Is a bitch...Pun intended.

Karthus: Fucking love to rock out with this guy. Holy shit.

Kassadin: Needs to find an inhaler.

Katarina: Totally isn’t a Yandere waiting for Garen to ask her out.

Kayle: Should have been the one to hit the ground too hard if she fell.

Kayn: Fucking edgelord who I wish would make up his fucking mind.

Kennen: Get a load of pikachu over here..

Kha'Zix: Messy eater, wouldn’t invite over again.

Kindred: Fun to talk about death with, would chat again. Wolf’s a good boy.

Kled: Fucking mental, would drink with again.

Kog'Maw: What the fuck is this thing. I love it. 

LeBlanc: Amazing parties, amazing dances, need to hang out more..

Lee Sin: Now you see me, now you...oh hang on.

Leona: Praise the sun? Nah I get sun stroke. Give me your sister pls.

Lillia: Too innocent, shouldn’t be here, easy to mess with...actually, maybe stay..?

Lissandra: Cold. Very cold. But the best of the 3..

Lucian: I laughed when I heard Senna got caught. Thresh did a good job.

Lulu: One of my bestest sort of friends, we cause the best mischief. 

Lux: Does your father know what you can do...?

Malphite: B I G

Malzahar: Sorta kinda kreeps me out sometimes...his bugs fuck my shit up...

Maokai: I like chilling in his branches, his saprolings know how to party.

Master Yi: That’s a nice lookin sword you’ve got there...

Miss Fortune: You got two lovely guns. 

Mordekaiser: Best guitarist I’ve ever heard. need to see their next concert.

Morgana: Lovely cookies, shame everyone dies after though.

Nami: Why would you even buy boots??

Nasus: Your brother hates you, do you forgive him? 

Nautilus: Can you even feel me knocking on your head?

Neeko: I see myself all the time, you can’t fool me...

Nidalee: You need some class, a wash and some clothes...

Nocturne: DARKNESS, DARLING, WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!

Nunu and Willump: Willump can you just eat him already?

Olaf: I miss the good old drinking days...heh, mom’s op...

Orianna: The intricacy of the workings inside are limitless, I must see inside...

Ornn: B I G aswell

Pantheon: You’ve got abs you can eat off, and an ass that would be eaten.

Poppy: You may be small, but damn you hurt.

Pyke: I need to talk to you more, I want to hear all about drowning as much as I can...

Qiyana: You’re just an angry person.

Quinn: I’ve been trying to kill Valor for so long I can’t count the days.

Rakan: Look in the mirror for too long and your face will stick like that.

Rammus: Ok.

Rek'Sai: *SCREECHES BACK*

Renekton: Your brother trapped you for millenia, tell me how much you hate him..

Rengar: heh, you let your guard down and the bug ate your eye..funny.

Riven: You’ll never be welcomed back, you know that, right..?

Rumble: She’ll never notice how much you love her. Give up.

Ryze: C’mon, let me look in the scroll, just a little peek?

Sejuani: God you smell as bad as the boar...

Senna: You have no idea how long it’s been to ask someone...how was it in the lanturn??

Sett: All you do is punch. Not impressed at all.

Shaco: Love this guy, can’t get enough of him!

Shen: You say balance is necessary, so isn’t what Zed doing good..?

Shyvana: No matter what you do, Demacia will always fear you~

Singed: You need to give me more of your experimental vials, I have too much fun with them..

Sion: oh hey big guy, I thought you died!

Sivir: I think you make more money than me killing people...jealous much..

Skarner: Aren’t you the last of your kind...? Samesies! how’s it feel for you~!

Sona: I wish I could hear you scream...that would be wonderful..

Soraka: Why not give Warwick what he wants...no one will miss you~

Swain: I would love to study your...ehem...other form more, it’s so intriguing ...

Sylas: You were a bad boy, yet you didn’t let people know about lux~

Syndra: Show me this limitless power you have~

Tahm Kench: Gotta say, I’m a big fan of your vocabulary...

Taliyah: Yasuo isn’t who you think he is...you should ask who Yone is...

Talon: Stabby Stabby time~

Taric: Wow. 

Teemo: I could list off 900 different ways I would exterminate that little rodent.

Thresh: Hey, I’m Shaco, big fan, huge. Biggest even.

Tristana: you’re oblivious to all the signs, you’ll end up hurting people you have no idea exist...

Trundle: HIT HIT HIT, That all you think about?

Tryndamere: See above

Twisted Fate: I’m never playing cards with you again, seriously, fuck off.

Twitch: God you stink. but you make a good foot rest.

Udyr: So calm, yet anger is deep inside you..

Urgot: No one likes you but god you’re amazing at killing people.

Varus: You fuck everything up, yet you’re still around...

Vayne: You wish to rid the world of black magic, but so much fun comes from it..

Veigar: HAH, SO, SMALL, OH MY, HE’S JUST...PFFFF.

Vel'Koz: I too wish to know what’s going on inside of people’s heads..just more emotionally.

Vi: Caitlyn will never notice you.

Viktor: hit me up when the revolution starts, I may skip town til it’s over.

Vladimir: SO MUCH GOOD WINE, OOF.

Volibear: You’re a big boi now, indeed.

Warwick: Cmon, you know you want it, go get it...soraka’s practically open...

Wukong: sometimes you even get me confused...

Xayah: oo, look at me, such an edgy bitch, only one man get’s me~

Xerath: I am so curious, how the hell did you become what you are...

Xin Zhao: sorry, who are you again?

Yasuo: You killed your brother, didn’t you. I fucking knew it!!

Yorick: Play me that bass riff again, it’s so G O O D

Yuumi: God you’re annoying. 

Zac: surprisingly enough, you’re an amazing bed.

Zed: You know what you should do..? Kill them all...heh, that’d be fun to watch..

Ziggs: I need you to make more bombs, for me...for research purposes..heh

Zilean: You are also annoying, stop knowing where I’ll be, stop. now.

Zoe: GOD, WHY ARE YOU ALL ANNOYING

Zyra: ...you provide the good kush.

Clean list below if anyone want’s to do it too!

I love reading them, tag me in them if you could! :D

Aatrox,

Ahri,

Akali,

Alistar,

Amumu,

Anivia,

Annie,

Aphelios,

Ashe,

Aurelion Sol,

Azir,

Bard,

Blitzcrank,

Brand,

Braum,

Caitlyn,

Camille,

Cassiopeia,

Cho'Gath,

Corki,

Darius,

Diana,

Dr. Mundo,

Draven,

Ekko,

Elise,

Evelynn,

Ezreal,

Fiddlesticks,

Fiora,

Fizz,

Galio,

Gangplank,

Garen,

Gnar,

Gragas,

Graves,

Hecarim,

Heimerdinger,

Illaoi,

Irelia,

Ivern,

Janna,

Jarvan IV,

Jax,

Jayce,

Jhin,

Jinx,

Kai'Sa,

Kalista,

Karma,

Karthus,

Kassadin,

Katarina,

Kayle,

Kayn,

Kennen,

Kha'Zix,

Kindred,

Kled,

Kog'Maw,

LeBlanc,

Lee Sin,

Leona,

Lillia,

Lissandra,

Lucian,

Lulu,

Lux,

Malphite,

Malzahar,

Maokai,

Master Yi,

Miss Fortune,

Mordekaiser,

Morgana,

Nami,

Nasus,

Nautilus,

Neeko,

Nidalee,

Nocturne,

Nunu and Willump,

Olaf,

Orianna,

Ornn,

Pantheon,

Poppy,

Pyke,

Qiyana,

Quinn,

Rakan,

Rammus,

Rek'Sai,

Renekton,

Rengar,

Riven,

Rumble,

Ryze,

Sejuani,

Senna,

Sett,

Shaco,

Shen,

Shyvana,

Singed,

Sion,

Sivir,

Skarner,

Sona,

Soraka,

Swain,

Sylas,

Syndra,

Tahm Kench,

Taliyah,

Talon,

Taric,

Teemo,

Thresh,

Tristana,

Trundle,

Tryndamere,

Twisted Fate,

Twitch,

Udyr,

Urgot,

Varus,

Vayne,

Veigar,

Vel'Koz,

Vi,

Viktor,

Vladimir,

Volibear,

Warwick,

Wukong,

Xayah,

Xerath,

Xin Zhao,

Yasuo,

Yorick,

Yuumi,

Zac,

Zed,

Ziggs,

Zilean,

Zoe,

Zyra,

#ic #musing #championthoughts #if anyone wants to do it they can! #thought id fill this in whenever i got nothin to do lmao #also this isn't targeted to any blogs in particular #just a general feel for champions #this took way longer than expected... #I may be misinformed by some lore #please excuse me.

[zileans-big-cl0ck]

✦—How do they show that they trust you?✦ SFW

✦How do my favourite League men show you that they trust you with their whole hearts.

✧ prompt: ✧ nothing special, just pure stream of words. Fluff.

✧ champions: ✧ Zed, the Master of Shadows; Shen, the Eye of Twilight; Kayn, the Shadow Reaper; Thresh, the Chain Warden; Pyke, the Bloodharbor Ripper.

✧ reader: ✧ gender neutral.

✧ author’s note: ✧ I love grumpy men having soft spot for the reader hshshshs. Please ignore any mistakes.

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✦Zed, the Master of Shadows; taking his mask off.

Only with you Zed doesn’t mind taking his mask, that usually stays on him, off. In every long and exhausting mission that he participates in, in every training with adepts of the Shadow Order, he prefers to keep his mask on. He does that not only to appear more professional for his students nor to stay quite anonymous, but secretly, deep inside, what only you know, he does not desire to be identified with the majestic yet murderous figure he has created. His armor is both his shield on the bloody battlefield where many dies, but also something distancing him from other people. He is there for them physically, but offers none of his simple humanity. But with you and only you, he - with a lot of effort (a little help with opening up from you was always appreciated by him) - lets his guard down. Though he seldom does that, mostly when all his problems eventually overwhelm him. The moment is always intimate, in his private room, when he takes his mask off, his sharp gaze fixed on you or the floor. That was not the first time you saw his face, but you couldn’t help but admire him. You gently took his face in your hands with a delicate and slow move, as a hidden for so long tear rolled from his eye. Besides his mask, in those rare moments, Zed tends to take off his armor too, so you can see his bare back, sculped with scares and black, sinister-looking tattoos - a painful memory of his past and the power that the unmerciful shadows wield in themselves.

✦Shen, the Eye of Twilight; devoting his time to you.

Shen is a kind man to everybody. With his esteemed reputation as a defender of Ionia, the keeper of balance that everyone lurks for in this land, everyone respects him. He is a patient teacher to every person, his student or not, and he is always there for them. That’s why he is a trustworthy leader that everyone can find comfort in - and you know exactly about this. As much as he is an anchor for his loved ones, you are so, so special for him, that he obviously treats you with a different kind of respect than others. Shen tries to be always by your side, usually sliding a reasurring hand on your back if you are comfortable with it, to make you feel that he is there for you, ready to both protect and give himself fully - either to open up or just comfort each other, rest and appreciate the others’ company. Shen lets his small moves that he only gifts to you slid when you are both alone or when he thinks nobody sees you two - not because he wants to keep your relationship a secret, but he feels like these moments with you are only for you two. Nobody should bother or distract you - that’s the irreplacable time he dedicates to give you his full attention.

✦Kayn, the Shadow Reaper; letting himself be vunerable around you.

As the successor of the Shadow Order and Zed’s mightiest student, Kayn carries on his back expectations of both his surrounding and himself. And, in addittion, the Darkin, a curse that lives in him. But when alone, only you two, disturbed only by Rhaast and his presumptuousness, he lets himself be just him. Gentle and quite lazy, as he tends to lay with his head on your lap while taking almost all the space on his own bed. Kayn secretly enjoys you taking care of him, letting you see his vunerable and sweet side. When far from ubiquitous gazes, where you can get some privacy, the Shadow Reaper feels no longer like being forced to challenge everyone in his sight or proving them that he is worthy of becoming the next Master of Shadows. You put no pressure on him, you understand him as no one else does, and he appreciates your every move, when you show him how comfortable he can be around you. And you, the only person that treats him gently, see him as a normal human being he is. So even when you stroke his silk, dark hair with slow moves and soft hands, that next slide down to hold his face in them, he is not disturbed by Rhaast muttering about Kayn’s weakness. Because he is not weak when with you. He is just himself.

✦Thresh, the Chain Warden; sharing his story with you.

Because how obsessive Thresh is and how he can push himself to manipulate everyone and everything for his beloved one, some might think this man is actually not capable of love, at least not a healthy kind of it. And maybe it is true; maybe the connection between you two is none of an exemplary illustration portrayed by others, but there’s one thing that assures you Thresh’s intentions are clear and, actually, lovely. This man of course would never admit this willingly, maybe only to make you flustrated, but he has showed you his gargantuan collection of souls not only to impress you. He wants you to understand why are they trapped there, where he can toy with them, forcing them to face their merciful owner. They are in here not only because he is a sadistic soulkeeper - which was a surprise for you - but because they heve to suffer like he did. You are the only one, only one alive, who has been priviliged with the knowledge of his past - how the whole Blessed Isles betrayed him and how he has sworn to bring retribution on those who dared opposing him. He shared his story with you while walking past the cages, countless souls screaming inside for justice. Thresh appreciates what a good listener you make and how you seem to not judge him, based on the person he was long way before.

✦Pyke, the Bloodharbor Ripper; assuring you with simple words.

This man knows better than anyone else how is it like to be betrayed by others. Well, he paid his life for understanding that trust is a powerful weapon; that it should not be given so easly to people. Pyke struggles with something that you might call trust issues, though he would never admit that something so trivial might affect him so much. Neverthless, you were the first person after his, well, death, to hear from him that he truly trusts you. As straightforward as he is, Pyke frequently mutters to you something about how much he trusts you and how important it is to him. It would be almost adorable to hear such words from a ruthless killer with a soft spot for you, if it wasn’t just upsetting how a betrayal can break a man. Eventually, nothing says more than simple and particular words which come with honest intencions; he does not hide that he wants you to feel special about being able to read him like a book. You earned this man’s trust and he show that in such simple acts, like just letting you around him, which is not a priviledge every mortal may possess, as Pyke is know for his… strong reputation in Bilgewater.

#✦demosthenes writes #league of legends #lol #league of legends x you #league of legends x reader #zed x reader #zed x you #shen x reader #shen x you #thresh x reader #thresh x you #kayn x reader #kayn x you #pyke x reader #pyke x you #league of legends zed #league of legends shen #league of legends kayn #league of legends thresh #league of legends pyke

[heckinhacker]

Rules!

Hey! So you stumbled upon my blog and decided to request something? GREAT! But before that, you need to read this page. Once will be enough for our future teamwork, but this once must be done. I think I won’t take long! 

- Before requesting anything, check in my description of blog if they’re open. Which means: When I wrote ‘League of Legends requests are closed’, they’re closed only for that fandom. When I wrote ‘Match-ups are closed’, only them are closed, not everything.     - That means that when Askbox is open, requests are not always open too. I leave that open so I can talk with my followers anyway! 

- When you’re requesting, don’t write only “headcanons with [character] please”, since that leaves me with no starting ideas!   Example: - “headcanons with yordle reader and veigar” (❌)       - “headcanons with yordle reader and veigar in which they are childhood friends, they seperate and reunite later”  (✔️) - Sometimes simple asks work, but they have to  give off a starting idea, I’ll give example from my actual ask in inbox: “[...] content with Kayn and Healer!S/O [...]” might and will work, since ‘healer S/O’ gives starting ideas! But that might not always work, remember about that.  - When I get wrongly written request - I won’t be making it, and it will be deleted without posting the ask with ‘sorry but no’. I don’t mean to be rude like that but I can’t tell everybody who didn’t read the rules that I won’t make something when I stated that loud and clear earlier in rules! 

Types of requests you can ask for:  Headcanons, match-ups, short scenes, fanfics (or Imagines, whatever you want to call them)

- About NSFW writting. Block #dirty hacker tag if you’re not willing to see that kind of content. I will be doing them, but under some rules too.    - Firstly, check before requesting NSFW if I haven’t written anything close to your intended ask.    - Check said character! Read their nsfw things before sending one in! Try to be specific what you exactly want here.~    - When you’re requesting teenagers (15 or above) from some series, be aware that all of NSFW content will be aged AT LEAST to 18+. Can be more. I will never write for them in original underage form.    - I will use my right to say no to some kind of kink/content, but never hurts to try and make a request? 

-  If you won’t state directly what do you want me to write (headcanon/imagine/etc.) I’ll have to pick that myself, which in most of time it’ll be headcanons, keep that in mind! ♥

- Remember that english is not my first laungage(I’m polish, so if you’re polish too I can write something out in polish too!), I can write in the easiest way possible with many errors, but I’ll try my best not to make that big ammount of mistakes.

-I’ll try to be as gender neutral as I can, but it kinda makes my description of looks or situation tightened, so if you want to have any pronouns in anything I write please ask me.It’s just easier for me to write like that, but I’m open for anyone! IF I use some pronouns, there’ll be a warning in the title!  Hope it’s not a problem ^^”

Additional, but maybe important: Here I’ll list fandoms and what directly I’ll write to them. 

Here you have my fandoms:

- League of Legends - canon, AU’s, skin universes

- Dragon Age - Every part of the game, AU’s, etc.

- South Park - will do, but with Age Up! Everytime, just a friendly reminder. - AU’s, canon lives, etc.

- Yuuri on Ice!!! - everything. (Canon, AU’s)

- Haikyuu!! - everything (Canon, AU’s) 

- Genshin Impact - everything (Canon, AU’s.)     Notice: My knowledge about Genshin story might have some holes and I apologise just in case! 

Fandoms that I am not keeping up with, but you can try your shot!:

- Overwatch - everything. (canon, AU’s)

- Jojo’s Bizzare Adventure, for part 1-5, I don’t know the rest, didn’t read manga. Just know some characters, but not good enough.  - AUs, canon somehow.

- Danganronpa - everything. (I watched animes and played games!) Note: It’s been years since my Danganronpa years, but I will be really happy to write for it. I am just very rusty! 

I will use my rights to edit this list whenever needed. Now it’s all I can come up with! 

Thank you for reading rules and staying around! 

#rules #fandom list

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@linbin-in-tenjin BOY HAVE YOU GOT SOME READIN' TO DO

Elise:

My self insert, a smol lil chaos bean

Not sure what to put here, so I'll do the RAD ID card fields, hmu for any other info

Birthday: Jun 15

Race: Human??

Likes: Her boyfriends, Mammon and Kayne (belongs to @ross-like-a-boss ), sweets, bike rides, the sun

Dislikes: prejudiced people, waiting, wINTER

Anvindir:

If you told those who know him now that he was once a kind and giving man, they'd never believe you.

Anvindir once put others before himself, helping whenever possible and putting years of effort into every bond he made. Until it cost him everything.

He had harbored a refugee and her child in his ancestral home and was discovered before he could get them to safety. As consequence, he was bound and forced to watch them eaten, his screams almost covering the sickening sound of his markings being removed. Once he was stripped of himself, his identity, he was set to wander the northern regions knowing little more than his first name and what generosity got him in the end.

He made his way south and came upon a monastery that welcomed him with open arms. He developed a sort of narcissism there, taking their doctrine of the optimal condition to extremes. His body is toned to his idea of perfection and his aura resonates in perfect harmony with the sky. The only pleasures he allowed himself was the pride in his knowledge and the feeling of his air magic’s improvement with his condition. When he wasn’t honing the balance of body and sky, he was in the library for hours studying anything he could get his hands on. After he’d read every book, tome, and scroll in the monastery, he’d taken to making his own by journaling his observations and experiences in daily life.

Once he was satisfied with the new identity he’d created for himself, he settled in the nearest town. Helping those who could benefit him in return made for a very good strategem in securing a fairly large piece of land on the village outskirts. He spent his days procuring anything he can find on atoning and regaining one’s markings, hoping to unlock some new part of himself.

Now, I'm not sure how he atoned, but I do know what becomes of him afterwards.

His focus on regaining his markings is so deep that it becomes his entire purpose to better himself, without regard for others. Once he gets his identity back, he realizes that the only reason he regained them was because of those who aided him. He focuses on making real relationships. The optimal form of himself is nothing if he has no bonds with those around him, as only through their influence can he create a real identity.

He still maintains his form and broadens his knowledge, but he lives in the present instead of dwelling on his past. His life and friends are his priority once more.

Øyvind Quinrrith:

As a child, her parents sent her through a portal to escape the abyss as Malcanthet was leading a violent coup. She wandered for months, hunting with her claws and trying to find shelter. All she remembered of her time in the Abyss at this point was her name, Øyvind and the name of the deity she worshipped: Malcanthet.One day, she spotted a passing caravan and called for help. After helping her into the caravan, they bound and gagged her. Her kidnappers had intended to make her a slave but discovered her ever-changing abyssal features that activate when she’s scared. She was instead sold as a gladiator. Over the years, she'd come to accept her fate and had even fallen in love with a kind half-orc monk who was taken soon after her. 

One day, an elf paladin entered the arena, saw her, and immediately wanted to help. The holy knight set Øyvind free and helped her flee to the north. 

Soon after she’d settled in a small home on a small canal (arcana fans know the one), a woman dropped a small spyglass at her feet. She picked it up, but when she rose the woman was nowhere to be seen. She put it up to her eye and dropped it with a gasp. After ensuring it was unharmed, she slowly raised it once more. In a few seconds of holding it, she began to hear the screams of the people shown. This was no ordinary spyglass, this was a rare cursed item that shows the viewer’s worst nightmare. Øyvind trembled as she watched the people she’d met slaughtered and her town burned under the demon king’s banner. She tucked it away into her pocket with a new resolve.

That week, she sought out the town witch for counsel. The crone, who she recognized from the street, was expecting her and made it clear she needed to keep the spyglass. The crone then presented her with another gift: an earring with an accompanying horn accessory made to contain souls. After a bit of discussion, she made a blood-pact with Malcanthet. Øyvind trained with the witch, perfected her magic, and became a fully-fledged warlock.

Not long after, she makes a mistake when stealing from the weekly food market and is caught in the act by a gnommish bard. (Surprised she made it this far, being over eight feet tall with dark red skin...) He didn't turn her in and instead took her into his care, gifted her a lyre, and taught her to play. She joined his band and learned to dance, tell stories, play the viol, and grace banquet halls with the ungodly presence of bagpipes.

She traveled the northern half of the region with them, learning to channel her powers through performance. Eventually, she parted ways with the merry few realizing she had a destiny to fulfill. She now makes her way farther and farther south, gathering information and allies to take down the southern slave trade. She hopes to find her orcish lover, and deep in her mind she has every intention of returning to the abyssal plane to end the coup that killed her parents once and for all.

Go check out their askblogs for any questions you have and more art!

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Øyvind's is finicky :(