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Pen would play exploration games and first person shooters if he got the chance

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Pen just shrugged. He wasn’t one for love, nor was he terribly creative with kills. He didn’t like being told that, but he wasn’t about to deny it. Since he’d never been one for love or creativity, and just went off instinct, he didn’t care that much.

“I’ll leave creative to people who plan that extensively. And can make it work.” Then he smirked. “But whether or not I grasp it, you’ve got some of the most terrifying kills. More awe inspiring than anyone else from what I overhear.

“Solo or not, if you ever want knowledge of freezing, I’m more than willing to talk.”

"If I was your lover, I'd just do shows with you." (Jhin)

[ From this meme ]

He remains silent, arms crossed in front of his chest, a single finger of his robotic hand tapping against his arm in an unpatient motion.

After a while, he tilts his head.

“… this is it? Well, my friend, I’m afraid ‘just doing shows’ will not suffice for the level of creative energy, love and devotion I put into my artwork. You surely don’t seem to grasp the full beauty of my performances yet, so I reject your offer.

Besides: I’m more of a solo-artist anyways.”

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Pen took the weapon, running a finger over it after Rein demonstrated how it worked. A staff with an obsidian blade. Two blades. He ran his finger over the blade and, despite being made of ice, he could feel its bite. Very sharp.

Very destructive. Deadly. He liked it.

He took his hand away from the blade with a smirk. “A great weapon for a mage not afraid to get in the fray.” And enjoyed being in the middle of the fray, in fact. “Remind me of your name?”

Weapon Shop?

Rein held out, at appearance, a simple staff. With a tap on the floor a blade of obsidian folded out of eat end, and accompanied by a simple twist the weapon split into two. He had also carefully woven strings of magic throughout the materials to allow magic a more free flowing path through it.

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Send me ➵ and I will bold all that applies to your muse

I would hurt you or use you. | you unsettle me. | I dislike you or you annoy me. | I would like to get to know you better. | I pity you. | you confuse me. | I feel indifferent towards you. | I would be friends with you. | I would fight by your side. | I would hug you or hold your hand. | I would kiss you. | I would sleep with you. | I would lie for you. | I would protect you. | I would fall in love with you. | I would kill for you | I respect you. | you are my family. | I don’t know you.

( adapted from dw’s heart meme. )

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If Pen ever learned about the hurdy gurdy, he’d learn it.

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Reblog if you’re part of team “I want to talk to you but I’m terrible at ooc communication and I think you find me annoying and I don’t want to bother you.”

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Pen looked down at the sword in his gut. It hurt like Hell, but he wasn’t dead. Not yet, at least.

He looked back up. Whatever she stabbed, it made it harder for him to breathe. He considered trying to fight her for this, but as irritating as it was to be impaled, even Pen knew he was outmatched here. “And what am I being accused of?”

► Deem an innocent person guilty for something they didn't do

Impales the individual before her.  “Done.”

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I’ve noticed there’s a lot more LoL RPers that I’ve found that I haven’t seen in any of the tags, so I figured I’d make it easier for everyone and make a masterlist blog!

TO BE ADDED ON THE LIST PLEASE REBLOG THIS IF YOU ARE AN INDEPENDENT LEAGUE OF LEGENDS RP BLOG.

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Fear-Themed Headcanon Questions

Send one (or a few) to my muse and they’ll answer: 

Spiders: Does your muse squish bugs or put them outside? The Dark: Did your muse sleep with a nightlight as a child? Snakes: Would your muse ever keep an unusual/exotic pet? Blood: What’s the worst injury your muse has ever had? Clowns: Does your muse prefer comedy? Or horror? Mirrors: What is your muse’s least favorite thing about their appearance? Tight Space: Does your muse ever feel that they’re not living up to their own potential? Closet Monsters: Does your muse hide any aspects of their personality/life from others? Crowds: What does your muse think of big cities? Death: Name one thing your muse has lost that they wish they could get back. Ghosts: Has your muse ever seen something they couldn’t explain? Needles: Does your muse have a strong stomach? Curses: Does your muse believe in good/bad luck? How about karma? Heights: Is your muse a risk-taker? Solitude: Name 3 things your muse couldn’t live without. Fire: Would your muse rather be very cold, or very hot? Failure: Has your muse ever given up on an important dream? Abandonment: How would your muse win back someone who left them? The Unknown: Is your muse a philosophical person? Boogeyman: What position does your muse sleep in? Falling: What does your muse think about falling in love or commitment?  Change: What was a turning point in your muse’s life? Disease: What does your muse do on a sick day? Number 13: Does your muse believe any superstitions?  Noise: Name one sound your muse finds absolutely unbearable. Insects: Name something your muse finds gross or annoying.  Dolls: Has your muse ever collected something? Getting Old: Would your muse rather live 50 years loved, or 200 years alone? Social Phobia: Does your muse consider themselves an outgoing person?

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Pen wasn’t usually one to take interest in people when he had a place to be, but Eve had used one thing he would stop for. Music. He wasn’t exactly interested in people, but he loved music. He especially loved songs that had a darker undertone.

So he stopped to listen when he heard Evelyn’s singing. It was a good song. An alluring song. He made a note to ask what it was if she was willing to share the name. When she paused, Pen crossed his arms. “An impressive singing voice you’ve got.”

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// Reblog this if you would be interested to soon interact with new reworked Kayle or if you could just spread the word. I want to get this blog rolling again asap when her lore and stuff is out!

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A castle? What kind of castle? It could certainly be hers, but with how she said it, it could be someone else’s. But Pen couldn’t let her know that caught his interest. Lissandra wasn’t the most popular with the tribes, and if Ashe knew who he served, she’d likely try and stop him.

So, now to feed the lie. “I told you, an old village. One towards the northern end of Freljord. I don’t remember the name, just where it was supposed to be.”

"What part of the Freljord is this? Don't think I've been here before."

~~ “You are in the Northern parts of the Freljord, probably the harshest in terms of frosty winds and snow. You would not forget coming here in a hurry.” Ashe circled the newcomer with a quizzical gaze, looking up and down the figure before her, a harsh brow raised. “Why are you here at all?” Her fingers remained tightly gripped around the hilt of her bow.

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why do you call me out like these

Uff…. It was like 2013, or what?

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Can you reblog if you don't mind me coming into your ask ic, even if we've got a thread?

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“Never got the point of Heartseeker’s.”

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He spun the sickle around his finger. Her reaction didn’t stir any emotion, but her words actually amused him. “For beasts, maybe. Killing a barely sentient creature doesn’t usually give that rush. But sentient, intelligent beings, the kill is more thrilling than the chase.” In Pen’s experience, at least. Which was the only experience he cared about.

“You and I are nothing but wild beasts wearing human skins.”

“And, oh, how exciting it is in the thrill of the hunt.”

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serencta‌: 

drawing that cold attention had the maven shuddering once more, her breath catching in the recesses of her throat as she struggles to maintain that bravado she had approached him with. she recognizes him, if but vaguely, a SUMMONER. to think they have come as far as to approach the lands of valoran as directly as this … and to speak of her people in such a way. Sona’s brows furrow as her anger flares once more, and she lifts her hand to strum another strong chord, this one more VIOLENT than the last as she speaks once more, her voice floating to his mind, a channel she could only open with those of his kind ( and yet his mind feels so cold, so chill, unwelcoming ). her voice is, as always, a soft yet forceful gale, full of song and fury.

—— [ ‘ how DARE you speak of these people that way, summoner, for you do not know of their lives, their innocence. do not place the blame of the few upon the many. tell whoever sent you here, COLD ONE, that this is not the mission to be fulfilled. ’ ]

His lips pulled back in a snarl at that stroke of her instrument. That stung. Not much, but it stung. That irritated him further. This was obnoxious, and he was starting to wonder if killing her would be worth it. Pen knew he would be in serious hot water if he did, but Sona was making this more complicated and annoying than he’d intended.

For a moment, the thought of a blonde haired girl crossed his mind. A girl he knew, a girl who ran. A girl he should’ve cared about but never did. A place that should’ve been home, but never was. It wasn’t a happy thought.

Pen took a few steps towards the city, still facing Sona. As long as she proved to be an annoyance, he wasn’t letting her out of his sight. He snapped up a piece of grass and stuck it between his teeth. “Few?” he countered, frost coming out of his mouth. “I think you of all people would know the many of this pathetic city were bigoted and hateful towards anyone like us. If I recall, the only reason they deal with The Institute is because they know they can’t win against it.”

For a moment, he ground the end of the grass blade between his molars. “And even if the many here are innocent, why would that matter? They wouldn’t be any skin off Runeterra’s nose if they died.”

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