#lillia fucks me up man

[seabunnieart]

can you imagine what it's like?

[supremeshrimpy]

please don't leave me again

Request: Hello! can you write reuniting with them after months/years due to work/curses/ or anything! (up to you!) with seperate! lilia, jade, azul, floyd, and leona? (atp im just desperate for content for the aforementioned characters badly) 

-Anon

Summary: stay a bit longer, it’s been so long! Just…don’t leave them again…

Characters: Lillia Vanrouge, Jade Leech, Azul Ashengrotto, Leona Kingscholar 

A/N: damn a 18 month hiatus is crazy huh… Also, I didn’t feel like writing a Floyd one because I’m a tired senior 

Lillia Vanrouge (Curse): 

Sometimes, when he closes his eyes at night, he sees you smiling at him in a field of flowers. Euphoria. Other times, he sees you lying motionless in his arms, he can still smell the toxin on your lips. He remembers everything so vividly, the way your hair shaped your cold face as he laid your body in your glass tomb. Still, hundreds of years later, he remembers his promise to you.

“For as long as my heart beats,” he whispered, “I will be restless in bringing you back to me, my love.”

So when he received a letter that you had awoken, he was overcome with emotions. As he flew back to the Valley of Thorns, he was angry at himself for missing the moment as your eyes reopened but so fucking excited to feel his cold skin against your warm self again. 

They moved you to our old room in the palace, everything was the same but so much time had passed. It had been so long since…everything. You can’t walk, you can barely talk, and all basic movements feel like challenges. Everybody that you once sat around a table and laughed with was now long dead. 

You were left to ponder how you could even exist in this new world. Everything you knew was gone, friends, family, and…oh no. What became of your dearest, Lillia? Did he go out as a war hero or as a criminal? Did he live to…find someone new and start a family? 

This was all too much, you can’t take the thought. Everything is too much, you just wish that you could close your eyes and go back to the ways things were. 

The door to your room slammed open and there stood a panting, young man. Why does he look so familiar? 

“You’re…this…by the Dark- you’re awake…,” even with his stammers he sounded a lot like someone you once knew. A certain someone who you shared a final memory with. 

“...Lillia,” your question comes out like a whisper as if it was taboo. Before you knew it Lillia had dropped to his knees in front of you. 

“YE-yes it’s me, my love,” he corrects his voice just as quickly as it came out. His head dropped on your lap; he wanted to feel your skin on his, “please, let’s allow me to stay like this for a bit….” 

Jade Leech (Moving Away):

His last memory of you was when you were both seven years old, Jade was clinging to your tail. He was sobbing and screeching for you not to move away. He remembers your parents dragging you away as his parents held him back, your figure slowly fading in with the bubbles. He hasn’t seen you since, so imagine his surprise when he receives a letter from his parents saying your family has moved back along with a photo of you. 

He’s never been so excited to go home for spring break, you’re back…you’re home. And here he is stuck at school while you're just a dive away. As he tried to focus on his studies, you were now permanently stuck in the back of his head. The photo of you sits on his desk, a beacon of what waits for him after midterms. 

“You seem unusually happy, Jade,” Azul says as stands in the doorway watching Jade pack his bag, “is it because they’re back?” 

Jade snickers as the thought of seeing you once again fills his brain, but this meeting won’t be the same. You and him aren’t the same people as you were 10 years ago. He’s so excited to see how you’ve blossomed in the time you were away from each other.

Jade couldn’t contain his smile when he saw you waiting on the other side of the mirror. He would have been the first to greet you if it wasn’t for Floyd jumping you into a surprise hug. Once Floyd was finally off of you, Jade was finally able to speak to you once again. 

“It’s good to see you again Jade,” you smile at him oh-so softly, “I’ve missed you.” You’re so fucking gorgeous, you look so different than the last time he saw you. 

“Now, don’t you look breathtaking,” Jade smiles, corking his head to the side. You don’t even know that your small giggles make his heart do flips. 

“Now tell me, Jade,” you say, swimming ever so close to him, “what have you been up to while I was away? “

Azul Ashengrotto (Different Schools) 

Azul loves the school’s open cultural festival for several reasons. One, the Monstro Lounge does wonderfully during the three days that the event is taking place. Nothing screams profit quite like parents wanting a quiet, relaxing place to lecture their kids about their grades. 

And that plays into his second reason too well, kids will do anything to get rid of their parents for a few hours. The contracts just keep rolling in for Azul as these kids sell themselves to him just to keep their parents busy and away from them. 

As the Octavinelle student mans the lounge, Azul is left in his office. His leg bounced anxiously for his third reason to love the school festival to arrive. Parents aren’t the only crowd the cultural festival attracts, students from other schools flock to see the wonders that Night Raven College has to offer. 

Oh, how Azul misses you. He misses the way you smile, the way you shake your hands when you get excited, the way your lips…god. He misses you so bad. With a huff, Azul brushes his hair out of his face and fixes his glasses to check his phone. 

“I’m so lost right now, I can’t believe your school is this big”

“Wait…”

“Nevermind I found the Portal room, see you soon”

Is it normal to be sweating this much, it's only been a few months since he last saw you in person, only a few days since you last talked on the phone, and only a few seconds since you last texted. He can’t honestly be this nervous to see you again. What happened to cool, suave businessman Azul? The Azul that can smoothly talk his way into the best outcomes for himself. Who is this nervous mess?

“YOOOOO! AZULLLLLL,” the door slams open, with no regard for Azul’s privacy

Damn it, Floyd…

“Floyd, what have we discussed about knocking before opening the door,” Azul grits through his teeth while fixing his crooked glasses. Floyd gives nothing more than a shrug before leaving the room. 

“It’s nice to see you again too, Azul,” you pout mischievously, fanning offense that your dearest octo hasn’t greeted you. 

“Don’t think I’ve forgotten about you, why don’t you close the door so we may have some privacy while we…chat.”

Leona Kingscholar (Lost Contact)

Leona is a lot of things; smart, cunning, handsome, regal, but if there's one thing he isn't, it's communicative. This man can not keep a relationship running for the life of him. If you aren’t in front of him every day, Leona will just forget you exist. He doesn’t think anyone is deserving of constant contact with him. 

They should be the ones to reach out to him, not the other way around. So when your letters stopped coming in, he was…surprised. You have always carried the conversation in your guy’s relationship so for you to suddenly stop is out of the normal. 

Are you angry with him? Have you found someone else more worth your time?

Impossible there is no one more worth your time than the Leona Kingscholar. You must have forgotten to mail your letter in or the post must have lost it. He’ll have Ruggie go check your letter tomorrow, and the day after that, and the day after that until you come to your senses and mail that damn thing.

One, Two, Three damn weeks and no letter from you at all. As much as Leona thinks that it doesn’t affect him, the members can tell he’s irritated. If you ask Ruggie, he’ll say he’s seen Leona writing something at his desk and then immediately turning it to dust when he notices Ruggie’s in the room.

Oh, but Ruggie knew everything, he knew that if you stopped writing Leona he’d fall into such disarray. As much as Leon will deny it, Leona adores your letters and keeps them safely stored away in his desk for his eyes only. Ruggie’s been secretly keeping the letter you’ve been sending just to see how long it would take for Leona’s pride to break for you. 

Three and a half weeks is all it took. 

Leona catches Ruggie in the early morning (a time Ruggie thought Leona would never be up at) and hands him a neatly wax-sealed letter and simply instructs him to “make sure this makes it where it needs to go.” He also hands Ruggie a 5,000 Grimm bill and walks away. 

You bet your sorry ass Ruggie hauled him to the post to deliver the letter. 

And just like that, communication between you and Leona continued. And if you squint real hard, you can even see the faintest of smiles when he receives a new letter from you. 

He can’t wait for spring break.

[vacantgodling]

Eve's weird question timee: How do your ocs kiss? Is it tender, hungry, loving, or what ever you think it is?

hello hello! thank you for the ask and an excuse to talk about one of my favorite things KISSING!! i think i may do this for a couple of oc couples just bc maaaaan i love writing kisses.

AMON AND HYA (paramour)

these two actually don't kiss all that often; due to the nature of their relationship and hya having the biggest stick on PLANET EARTH up his ass, things that would be considered par for the course intimacy wise he just kind of shoves off. i mean hell, he doesn't say amon's Actual Name until nearly the end of the book.

when they kiss, its hungry and unrestrained. the sexual tension? through the fucking roof. their kisses are more about channeling that inner desire to claim (and to be claimed in amon's case COUGH)

have an excerpt of a kiss from the role swap au:

Hya reached across the worlds of a table between them, grasping Amon by his tie. He dragged him forward, all strength and no balk, until Amon felt hot breath skating like ice shards across his lips. “Would you say that’s the spell you’re under?” He whispered. Hya answered him with a bite to his lower lip and a commanding sweep of tongue that made Amon’s knees nearly buckle. He righted himself and surged back, fisting rough hands into Hya’s suit and dragging him too, till they were both nearly hanging off of it, having some ravenous conversation in the privacy of their tucked away table. When Hya pushed him back Amon’s head was spinning. 

DAGMAR AND LILLIABET (celestial weddings)

i haven't talked about celestial weddings much but my god i'm not normal about any of these relationships; dag and lillia especially. their kisses are sweet and caring, full of love and longing and childlike wonder; they are childhood friends and each other's first loves and destied to be married even if dag wasn't going to take a stab at becoming the celestial ruler. they make me so UNBEARABLY soft

“You could start with a kiss.” Lilliabet’s arms tugged him closer until their lips brushed against one another’s. “I have been longing to kiss you for ages, Dag.”  “Isn’t it bad luck to kiss before a wedding day?” He quipped, but he closed his eyes and drew closer, pressing their lips together softly, but soundly. When Dagmar pulled back, Lilliabet took a moment to let their eyes flutter open, gazing up at him as though they were caught in a dream. Overhead a comet crossed the dark sky, but they were both too enraptured with the quiet intimacy of this moment to pay it much mind. 

PERI AND DANDY (peri & dandy)

these two are (literally) two halves of the same soul (right and left brain to be exact). whenever they kiss it's like coming home, its like everything that was off in the universe has realigned. its hungry and its passionate, but its also filled with desperation to be safe, to never be parted again.

He squeezed Dandy again. “Missed it.” He mumbled. Dandy looked him back in the eyes. “I missed you.” And finally the ritual was complete; Dandy, ever eager, crashed his lips against his. It was never elegant when they reunited; there was never any finesse. Dandy always kissed him like a man drowned and even Peri would admit to his own impatience.

GRAVES AND DOVE (the graves we dug)

oh these idiots. these absolutely toxic and struggling bafoons.

their kisses hurt and they're bittersweet. they're reminders of what they used to have before dove "died" and how they can never regain what they lost even if they so desperately want it back. its like a nice memory before the gut punch that all of this is wrong; the swill of bitter coffee underneath whipped cream, etc etc.

He straddled Graves’s lap, tracing that gloved hand down until it reached the first button of his shirt. Before he could pop it, Graves’s hand covered his own, surprisingly gently. “I know you’re lying.” He didn’t mean for his voice to come out like that, this… soft amid the tension. It did something to Dove, he could tell. The angry lines on his soft face smoothed, until that cherry lipped smile was the only thing left tugging at Graves’s heartstrings and then he was tasting it.  Dove pulled back, and as with everything, Graves let him do what he wanted. He popped the first button.  “Let me pretend.” Dove sighed. “That you’re not lying?” Graves found his hands already inching to that familiar seat on Dove’s waist. “That I want what you want.” Another button popped. “Just for a little while.”

N AND BEAU (dead rites)

its the type of "i shouldn't want this as much as i do" type of kiss. it feels forbidden (and technically is to a certain extent; vampires who sleep with or have relationships with humans in this world can face jail time for up to 15 years yikes) but there's this magnetism about bibi that n just finds himself helpless to resist. he does his best, though bibi doesn't make it quite easy. he's quite obsessed with n to put it mildly.

Before N could even process anything else, Beau’s lips were claiming his in a desperate kiss. His tongue pushed its way past his rosy red lips and plunged into his mouth, harsh and claiming and N couldn’t stop his head from spinning even if he tried. There was hardly a panic around them; in the back of his mind, N swore all he heard was a door opening, then shutting, but all he could focus on was Beau. N wound his hands tighter into the vampire’s hair, tugging his head to the side to kiss him deeper and Beau groaned into it, rocking his hips instinctively against the barely there fabric of N’s dress. One of his heels was lost in the sauce— he felt it drop to the floor when he hooked his legs tighter around Beau’s waist but he couldn’t bring himself to fully care. All that mattered was Beau’s lips on his, after a month of wanting him, craving him, this is exactly what he needed. 

CLEAR AND FORTE (the chronicles of lathsbury)

technically this is all epilogue/mid section between books 1 and 2, however, they're so TENDER with each other it hurts so good. its the kind of tooth rotting fluff that makes you squeal and hide your face in your hands. its all the butterflies of a first crush and a first love, the nerves, but also the reassurance that this is your friend, someone who you've trusted time and time again so why not with your heart too? it just makes me ache i'm so EMO about them

Kissing Forte was overwhelming, in the best way. Clear slowly let himself reply, pressing back gently, letting his eyes slowly fall closed and his arms slid up his firm chest to pull Forte closer. He went. His other arm came around to rest on Clear’s waist, and he tilted his head, letting the kiss fall deeper.  Clear smelled of lavender and fresh lenin, and Forte felt intoxicated by the way lithe hands slowly climbed into his hair, tugging gently, but purposefully. Forte licked gently at the lip pressed against his, and Clear easily opened his mouth, and their tongues slid languidly against one another— enough to hint at an underlying desire that they would perhaps explore later. Much later. For now, it was enough to prod, to acknowledge, to taste, to slowly savor.

RAYMOND AND LAURENT (vampires don't take roadtrips)

these two are the sort of "long time coming" kind of kiss. its slow and methodical and unhurried, but definitely exploratory. the "i didn't realize i could have this" type of kiss; the kind that seems never ending because to make sure its real you have to explore it

Laurent stroked long fingers against the bunched material of Raymond’s shirt tucked into his dress pants, and let his friend work his mouth open with long, languid drags of his tongue. Laurent’s eyes, half lidded and not fully closed, studied the half furrow of Raymond’s brows. If it was stress, or relief, pain or pleasure, he couldn’t tell. But he licked back against Raymond’s tongue as it started to retreat, coaxing him back to him after a scant parting for breath.

alright let me calm down that was a LOT of kisses and idk if you were really bargining for all that when you asked but i LOOOOOVE talking about any of my MANY couples so thank you again for asking lol

[moccahobi]

Hii Lillia!! First of all, that WIP list looks so organised!!! Which app do you use!? (⁠つ⁠✧⁠ω⁠✧⁠)⁠つ

Honestly, I am interested to know about all the WIPs! They all look fun! But if I have to choose then can I ask about Merr, Mystical Mayhem and When Two Worlds Collide??

Hiii! I use Notion for organizing my wips! You can't see it in my ss, but because I use the database function I am able to sort my wips into different tables (priority wips, general wips, possible rewrites, and finished wips (which I hide in this table)). This allows me to prioritize and limit the stuff I am focusing on~

All three of the fics you're interested in are my older wips!

Merr is intended to be a prequel to Braving the Unknown! It'll be a Namjoon x Reader series. Please don't have hope for this to be finished soon though, I started this 2019 and last touched it in 2020. Here is a little bit of a chat from when the reader first meets Namjoon, our siren boi.

“What the fuck?” You didn’t mean to say it out loud, but when it came out as a quiet whisper, the man/thing/creature laughed. God it was such a gorgeous laugh, but instead of feeling comforted, you felt more on edge.  So you took a step back. “What are you?” You asked slowly, your eyes trained on him in the darkness. “I’m a siren, but I go by Namjoon. What are you?” He stated so casually that you almost thought that a siren existing was not one of the craziest things you heard. Or saw for that matter. “I--” You closed your mouth, “I’m human, but I go by Y/N.” You looked down at your arm and pinched it as hard as possible. You didn’t wake up. This is real. Holy shit, you’re talking to a siren. “Could you possibly help me?” He asked, a shy smile spreading on his face to show four razor sharp teeth surrounded by blunt teeth “You see, I was watching the crabs… and… then I was too close to get back!” 

Mystical Mayhem is another really fun wip I have. Again, last touched in 2019... but it is rly fun and I can't wait to get to it eventually!

Sadly, Yoongi’s inspiration was not enough to keep him up and writing, especially after just spending 38 hours in a row filming for their latest comeback. One second he was working on a new song and the next he was dreaming of playing in a meadow. The tall grasses were soft on his fingertips and the poppies were practically a bed, calling to him to lay down and relax, the bird songs feeding his want more and more. Instead, Yoongi started walking around the meadow, his bare feet cushioned by the soft moss that seemed to line the floor. The meadow was full of flowers that Yoongi had never seen before. Some of them didn't seem to be real plants. But this was a dream. “Who are you?” The voice cut through everything in his dream. The bird song stopped, the wind stopped moving, everything stopped. Including Yoongi.

When Two Worlds Collide is a fun one! It is a Namjoon x OC series and is a MASSIVE ONE! I last touched it in 2020... BUT It was a big passion project of mine and I hope to work on it at some point relatively soon (still trying to figure out the order in which I want to tackle my WIP list this summer so it may be a while). It is also heavily inspired by DND in terms of my OCs. Here's the opening paragraph (I am putting it under the read more as there is light mentions of blood and grief).

The world of his imagination was blurry as he, his mysterious guardian, and the members looked out from some strange vehicle’s windows. The members were a new addition to his dreams, but he didn’t question them. He looked over at the guardian, someone he had grown a good friendship with, even shared some smiles with, only to see her shed a few tears for the first time. Her piercing eyes and many scars were the only facial features he could make out once again. He could see the tears well up and plummet down her face, making lines in a crusty, blood red liquid smeared across the lower half of her face. Her armor shaking and rattling as her whole body became wracked with sobs. Everyone looked on in shock as he scooted closer to try and comfort her, only for Namjoon to come up and try instead. She screamed, shoving his hands off of her before meekly hitting her hands on the glass of the vehicle.

[dotster001]

Hi! I would like a twisted wonderland platonic mash-up please!

Nickname: lala (my real name that isn't my "white name" as I like to call it is way too long)

Pronouns: he/they

Personality type: ENTP

Age: 17

Kinnie: Osamu dazai (more the writer than the character, I read the book and I love it)

Likings: Books, art, history (of art), writing, drawing, kids (I want to have kids in the future but I found out I can't have any today and I'm really sad about it), rain, basketball, making friends, hoodies, my job (I'm the head manager in a skate shop), my siblings, my bf (of course), the music band GORILLAZ (I'm going to see them October 8th), memes

Dislike: spiders. (These things are horrible), loud noises, summer, homeworks

Aesthetic: chaotic academia/grunge

(okay, first off, it's so fucking cool to me that you did a twst profile for this, I salute you. I'm also so pumped to do a platonic match up because oh my gosh friendship match ups are so fun and can get so much more chaotic. Also, I know it's been a little bit, but I'm sorry you got that news, I hope you're feeling better and I hope this brings a little levity if not 💙 also I'd love to hear how the concert went!)

I match you with Lilia Vanrouge.

Bat dad sees a kindred spirit in your music and fashion ways. In fact, if anything, it enables him to try a whole new set of fashion (were you the one that helped design his music club outfit? Who's to say?) On his free days, he's grabbing your hand and modeling looks for you, and then taking you to concerts.

Lilia likes to prank, he doesn't like to torture. So he won't use your fear of spiders against you. (This is a privilege awarded to very few) When he learns you aren't into loud noises, he makes sure to start training Sebek to keep it down around you.

I'm so happy you like history, literature, and art, because he is history. Mans can rattle off facts about stuff you've never even heard of. You like that painting? Lilia was there for the painter's tenth birthday. You need a book for a project? Lilia may or may not have written a couple of them, and will let you borrow a first edition. He also just likes to talk about the old days, so it's for the best if you just let him wear himself out.

Makes you buy matching oversized hoodies with him, and then use them to embarrass Silver and "all his cool friends". (Slappy hands. You two go around doing slappy hands with your hoodies. You both are absolute menaces.

Also... Lala....Lillia? The names just work.

It was raining today, but luckily that didn't bother either of you. You had promised to teach Lilia how to play basketball, and the rain was keeping the heat away.

"MASTER LILIA..."

"Hushed tones, Sebek," Lilia said as he floated up to the hoop again to dunk the ball, despite you repeatedly informing him this was an illegal move.

"Master Lilia," you could tell Sebek was "whispering" but it was just a regular inside voice. "You and Lala will catch your death of cold out here."

"Aw, you care," you giggled, stealing the ball from Lilia, and throwing a three pointer. You don't know if you missed or made it, because Lilia distracted you right at the last second by flipping upside down and blocking your view.

"Hey!"

"Fu Fu, sorry Lala, all's fair in war and basketball."

"I've told you before, it really isn't," you said with a playful eye roll.

"Please, Master Lala and Master Lilia, please just come inside and warm up for a couple minutes," Sebek asked sadly.

"Fine," Lilia gave a fake groan, then grinned. "But I'm stealing the comfy hoodie." He ran off, you in tow both of you giggling like idiots as poor Sebek was left behind in the rain.

[yandere-daydreams]

Title: Rut.

Pairing: Malleus/Reader (Twisted Wonderland)

Written for a lovely anonymous commissioner.

Word Count: 2.0k.

Synopsis: It’s hard for a human to learn about fae biology, especially from fae themselves and their distaste for the topic. So, when you agree to help your careful, composed boyfriend deal with his upcoming rut, your expectations might differ from reality.

TW: Afab!Reader, Dubious Consent, A/B/O Dynamics, Overstimulation, Oral Sex, Rough Sex, Breeding Kink, Slight Corruption Kink, Mentions of Blood, and Knotting.

Lillia said it was kind of like a vacation, for Malleus.

It wasn’t much of an answer, but it was more of one than you’d gotten from the other Diasomnia students. When prompted, Silver only shook his head, mentioning ‘medical needs’ and something about the fae hierarchy, and Sebek was too flustered to say much of anything, going red as he told you not to talk about things so vulgar, whatever that was supposed to mean. Lilia’d laughed, though, when you asked him why Malleus went off-campus every few months, always returning a little less irritable than he had been, when he left. He’d explained that, among a certain type of fae, this type of practice was normal, almost ritual. Hormones clouded judgment, urges beginning to overwhelm coherent thoughts, and Malleus just needed a few days to clear the fog, preferably as far from a brittle, breakable human as he could get. Just for caution’s sake, of course. Just to be safe.

But, you weren’t just a human. You weren’t breakable.

You were Malleus’ human, and that meant you were safe.

He’d been hesitant, when you offered to help during his next rut, but by the time his eyes were glazed over more often than not, his opposition stopped at a half-hearted warning and a disgruntled huff. It was almost strange to see him so out of it, his usual composure dulled and watered-down into a hazy, tired awareness. Even now, kingdoms away from Night Raven, he could barely seem to stay on his feet, taking any excuse to drape his arm over your shoulders or nuzzle into your chest or, in this case, slot himself against your back, his chin coming to rest against the back of your head as you bent over, supporting yourself against the stone windowsill. You didn’t push him away, obviously. You weren’t sure he’d be able to stand, if you did.

So, you admired the view as he made himself comfortable, keeping your eyes fixed on the landscape below. Malleus’ chosen safe-haven was scenic, to say the least, an isolated tower miles away from the nearest village, surrounded by woods and cliff-sides and little else. Even with a pane of glass separating you from the outside world, you could still see the breeze rustling through leaves, hear birds singing in the distance, practically feel the sunlight, just bright enough to make you squint. You were here for Malleus, of course, but you hoped you’d have some time to explore. Just a few hours, towards the end of the week. Hopefully, he’d be--

“(Y/n).” A whine pulled you out of your thoughts, drawn out and throaty, so unlike his usually poise. You were caught off-guard, but you still managed to chuckle, your smile only growing wider as he bent down, rubbing his cheek against the side of your neck as he went on. “You… you’re so beautiful, and you smell really--” He cut himself off before he could say something he’d regret. “You kept me waiting.”

Now, that was your Malleus, the bratty prince you knew and loved. You crossed your arms in front of you, leaning into the self-made nest as his hands found your hips, holding you in place as he ground lazily against your ass. It was a jerky motion, eager and unpracticed, but neither of you seemed to mind. “No need to rush,” You chided, playfully, rolling your eyes. “We’ve got plenty of time. At least help me find a bed, first.”

Something ripped, a sound like tearing fabric, and suddenly, you could feel cold skin against yours, clamping down around your waist in an iron-clad grip. “I’ve been patient enough.”

You didn’t have time to argue. Whatever thread of restraint Malleus was still holding onto snapped in the space between one second and another, and by the time you’d opened your mouth, he was already growling, barely remembering to let go of your waist before lifting you off your feet, dropping you onto the windowsill unceremoniously. You were stunned, for a moment, too surprised to do anything but clutch at the square edge and let your legs dangle off of the stone slab, but Malleus didn’t seem to have a similar problem. He was already falling to his knees, sharpened talons cutting through clothes and skin alike, leaving red, angry lines across your now-exposed thighs and Malleus, pressing fleeting kisses into the damage by way of apology. You almost stopped him. Part of you wanted to, in your stupor, if only to ask him to slow down, but this was supposed to be about him. If he needed to…

Your logic faltered quickly.

Oh.

His mouth was cold.

It felt strange. You almost couldn’t register it, even as he lapped at your cunt like a man starved, his tongue thinner than it should’ve been, longer than it should’ve been. It was alien in a way that made you more sensitive, more prone to writhing as he traced shapes into your entrance, to mewling every time he paused to tease your clit. It was a graceless sort of rhythm, a pursuit with the sole goal of getting you to buck against his face, to squirm, to do whatever you could to bring him closer. You tried to bite back your whimpers, incessant and hitched whenever he found a new spot to abuse, but your resolve broke as soon as you felt Malleus’ tongue fuck into you, drawing out a shaking, unabashed moan. It was too deep. Already, it was too deep.

You didn’t think, only lurching forward, latching onto the first thing you found - his horns. They were solid under your palms, smooth and so easy to squeeze, the pressure alone enough to make Malleus groan, the slight vibration only forcing you to hold him tighter. It didn’t seem to hurt. If anything, it only spurred him forward, two fingers soon taking his tongue’s place as he drew away, barely giving himself time to take a staggered breath before he was lavishing your clit, sucking on it, making that abrupt, awful, agonizing tension all the more unignorable. All the more terrible, in the blissful way Malleus’ touch happened to be.

He didn’t stop when you came, when your thighs clamped around his head and your entire body went tense. He didn’t even slow down, not until the sensation was more painful than pleasurable, not until you’d taken to pulling his hair, not that it did anything to deter him. Overstimulation came and went, pangs becoming constant, electrical jolts before all of it seemed to fade, leaving you trembling and shivering, barely able to hold yourself up. It felt painful. It felt great. You loved him, but you might’ve been beginning to hate him for it, too.

When he was done, when he was finally done, he kissed you. Your slick coated his chin, and you could taste yourself on his lips as they crashed against yours, the gesture hot and heavy and more aggressive than it had any right to be. There were going to be bruises tomorrow, on your legs and your waist and your jaw - his thumb digging into your skin just a little too harshly as he stopped you from pulling away, but if Malleus cared about the aftermath, he couldn’t find the strength to show much concern. With a nip to your collarbone, he was standing, towering above you with an expression somewhere between anger and concentration. For a moment, you let yourself linger on the irony - his shirt was still half-buttoned, his pants barely edged downward, while your clothes were torn to shreds, cuts and scrapes littered along your thighs and calves. By the end of the week, you were going to be a mangled mess. Malleus would be lucky if he’d even taken off his boots, by then.

Unsurprisingly, his voice did little to ease your concerns. “You’re already so worked up,” He teased, using the pad of his thumb to push an idle, painstaking circle into your clit, if only to watch the way you tried to squirm away. “Such a delicate little thing. How do you expect to take my cock like this, my love?”

You never got a chance to answer. One second, you were opening your mouth, the next, your breath was caught in your throat, an airy gasp taking the place of anything you might’ve said. There was a sting, and you couldn’t choke down the ragged, uneven sob you let out as he bottomed out, his hips soon slotting against yours. Malleus hushed you, a hand coming up to entangle itself in your hair, encouraging you to lean into him. To enjoy this, or to be aggregable enough to let him enjoy it for you. “It’ll only hurt for a second,” He assured, his tone soothing. “Let me take care of my mate.”

You couldn’t help yourself. Despite everything, you couldn’t help yourself. “I’m… I’m your mate?”

Malleus only chuckled, letting you bury your face in his chest as he pulled back, starting with short, shallow strokes. It was less of a comfort than it should’ve been, every slight motion only making you feel smaller, only making you feel more full. His patience must’ve been running short, though, because before long, he was hissing through gritted teeth, pumping into you like his heart would stop beating if he so much as slowed down. You swore you could feel him in your stomach, in your throat, every keen and every rut only making it tighter and hotter and worse. What little composure you’d managed to regain was gone in an instant, replaced with something malleable and desperate and needy. As eager to take as Malleus was to give, in his current state.

He was no better, but somehow, it seemed like he was. He was just so much taller than you, so much stronger, it almost felt patronizing when his teeth ghosted over your neck, his canines soon burrowed in the sensitive space just above your jugular. Even after he drew back, after he made sure your shoulders were riddled with those same bleeding, burning puncture wounds, his lips lingered against your skin, the contact muffling his words. “You’re so perfect,” He muttered, more for his sake than yours. “A perfect mate. My perfect mate. Perfect to--” He was interrupted by a stuttered grunt, low and animalistic. “Perfect to breed.”

In his defense, you didn’t object. You couldn’t have, not with his hand wrapped around your throat, not when your back was suddenly flush against the windowsill, your legs wrapped around his waist, every thrust so violent, it felt like he was trying to fuck your cervix rather than your pussy. Moaning wasn’t an option, anymore. Pitiful, whiny little sounds escaped before you could choke them back, making your cheeks burn and the slick, wet clicks slowly filling the room impossible to block out. “P-Please.” You weren’t sure what you were begging for, but you were sure you needed to beg. Malleus’ grip tightened, but  you didn’t know if it was a signal to go on, or a sign that you should do anything but continue. “Malleus, please, I love you, I can’t--”

“Quiet.” He was growling again, but this time, you didn’t have to guess why. You could feel it - stretching your cunt, leaving you babbling and clenching around him, your vision going white and your back arching as he split you open on something too heavy, something too big. “Just take it,” He grunted, finally bottoming out. “For me, love. Just- Fuck--”

It was hot, more than anything. Smoldering, scalding, filling you up to the brim as the tension broke and Malleus slumped forward, panting. You were too disoriented to do anything but stare on as a small, reflexive smile tugged at the corners of his lips. This time, his kiss was soft, something feather-light and distant, barely tangible enough to lean into, but you tried regardless, whining as he pulled away. You couldn’t bring yourself to mourn the loss, though. You needed to sleep. You needed to rest. Or a bed, at least, something softer than stone and mortar. He must’ve needed a break too, after that. Anyone would, fae and human alike.

And then, Malleus started moving, and you had to wonder how long this week would really last.

[crazyyanderefangirlfan]

Bring on the Mania Pt 7

"I can't believe you're a designer."

"I can't believe you've been living under a rock."

After their encounter with Vil and Rook, the pair made their way back to Ramshackle. But not without Amane playfully scolding the girl.

The girl flushed at his response. "W-Well, I don't really watch fashion shows or anything related to it. But after coming here, I do now." She confessed.

He quirked a brow. "Only now?"

"Well, yeah." She said, re-adjusting the crate on her arms.

"I don't really pay attention or follow the trends, too much of a hassle. But, I am beginning to watch them after meeting Vil. Just want to support him, even if I can't understand everything."

Amane blinked at her answer, felt the corners of his mouth twitch to a smile. Despite admitting her lack of knowledge of the subject, she still made an effort to understand it for his sake. She's so sweet.

Though; that begs the question...

"So, you don't have a preferred style?" He asked.

"Not really. I just wear what makes me feel comfortable. My mom doesn't care as long as I'm happy, and my grandparents just remind me to wear shorts under my skirts."

Wow.

What felt like an hour, they finally spotted the gates of Ramshackle. Beyond the gate, Valerie could vaguely make out Gerald's ghostly form watering the flowers he planted last month.

"Hey, Gerald."

Her loud voice made the ghost pause and lookup. Upon recognizing her, Gerald placed the watering can down and flew over to open the gate. When his eyes landed on their items, he smirked.

"Ya, feeding an army, kid." He joked.

"Nah, just a chubby and over-indulgent trash cat." She retorted. The ghost chuckled.

Gerald flew overhead and opened the front door. He even offered to carry the two other bags for Amane, but the demon declined, saying it was good exercise. The ghost went back to watering.

When they entered Ramshackle, they found Grim on the couch. Taking a nap with an empty tuna can next to him. When they entered the kitchen, they found Lisha picking on some stray beetles on the counter. When the little strix noticed them, she grabbed a piece of paper next to her and flew over to Valerie. Dangling it for her to read. What it said made her bit her bottom lip.

Crowley may be the closest thing she had for a father, but sometimes she wants to shove a transformation down his throat. Turning him into a real crow, and breaking a wing, so Grim can hunt better,

She shook her head from those morbid thoughts, not the time.

"Sorry, Amane, but I have to do something. I'll come back as soon as I can to help you." She said, putting the crate down.

"Oh? What happened?" He inquired, placing the bags on the counter. She sighed.

"Crowley asked me to clean his office; while he has something to attend to."

"The fuck? Why would he do that?" Above all things crow shit makes her do...

"It's okay. In fact, I was first a handywoman and cleaning lady, along with Grim. But after a certain incident, we became students." She explained, running her fingers through her ponytail.

"Okay, let's go." He announced. The girl sputtered.

"I-I'm sorry, w-what?"

"Let's go to Crow shit's office. I wanted to see more of this school again. It's been ages." He answered, taking her hand and leading her to the door.

"W-Wait! Amane, I have frozens!"

"Don't worry, we'll handle it." As if on cue, Bennett and Wilbur floated down and began arranging.

"Well, you heard your ghostly guardians. Let's go!"

"Alright, I'll be quick, don't cause any trouble." The opal-eyed girl begged. Standing in front of the office.

"No promises, Sugar tits." The hetero-eyed male winked playfully. The brunette rolled her eyes and went inside.

With the two monsters back in Ramshackle, the demon was alone. Free to flirt with any one of these gorgeous boys without Lisha clawing his eyes out; or having her turned into her original form and trying to eat him.

He smirked.

"Get ready boys, this demon is on a hunt."

For the past hour, Amane happily flirted with several students; some even try to give him their numbers or ask for his. But he turned them down, he may love good-looking guys, but he ain't touching that.

"Oh baby, maybe if you and your dick grow a few inches, then I'll see." The incubi playfully boop a pouting student's nose before happily running away.

He turned to the corner to catch his breath, but the grin never left his face. This was too much fun!

In the corner of his eye, he found something glinting under the sun. Curious, he walked over. It was a blue tablet; it looked like it was charging. Intrigued, he pressed the power button. What he didn't expect was a voice on the other end.

"W-What a-are y-you d-doing?"

Idia felt the world finally turned against him. First, he forgot to charge his tablet last night, making him replenish it in solar mode. Next, he missed a rare event that won't come back in six months. To top it all off. A normie found his tablet.

Joy.

"Oh fuck, it talks." The person on the other side of the screen said in surprise.

'Ugh, go away. Talking to people like you drains all my health.'

"Hon, if you don't reply. I'm just gonna grab this thing and drop it somewhere-"

"No!"

Idia could feel their smirk from the screen. He wants a restart.

"The name's Amane Mania, you?"

The flame-haired male wanted to deny but decided he should if he tried anything.

"I-Idia S-S-Shroud."

"Idia, huh? What dorm are you from?" Amane questioned.

"I-Ignihyde." Idia could feel a severe drain of his energy.

"Ah, Ignihyde. A bunch of shut-ins, but high in sex drive." Amane sighed blissfully.

"What!?" The man barked in laughter.

"When I was still here, I had an occasional fuck with guys. What they lack in skill, they make up for enthusiasm."

There was silence from Amane's end; before purring his following sentence.

"Let's test that with you~" Idia's hair flared up. But, he didn't stop.

"Would you like me to call you daddy or master?"

Great seven's he cannot handle this. Please, Lord of the underworld, save him.

Fortunately, his prayer was answered.

"Excuse me!"

Startled by the loud voice, the incubus turned around and faced a...Kid?

Huh?

"That's my brother's tablet. May I have it back, please?" Innocent amber eyes stared at him.

"Umm, sure. Give me a moment." Though still confused on why a child was here, he was not going without the last word.

He whispered to the tablet, making sure the kid didn't hear him.

"Until next time, Dom switch."

Amane could have sworn something exploded on the other end, but he paid no mind. Instead, he gave the tablet to the young cyborg.

"Here ya go, Kid."

The child beamed. "Thank you!" Then zoomed off.

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"Anything interesting happened when I was gone?" Valerie asked.

Just as she said, the girl didn't take too long and now walking back to Ramshackle.

"Well." He began his retelling his meeting Idia and a short cyborg.

"Oh, that's Ortho. He and Idia are considered one student. Like, me and Grim."

"Except, the little guy had a better personality than the gremlin." Amane retorted, earning a playful slap on the shoulder.

"Hey! Cut Grim some slack. Yes, he can be too much sometimes, but he has his moments." She defended. Amane just pulled her hood to her face.

"My~ Is this the infamous Amane I've been hearing so much about?"

"Fucking crack whore hell!"

The suddenness of the interruption causes the incubus to cling to the girl like a frightened cat.

Hanging upside down in mid-air was Diasomnia's playful vice-dorm leader, Lilia Vanrouge. The vampire had an amused smile on his face when he perceived Amane's shocked expression.

"Fufufufu, forgive my sudden appearance. I was merely interested to know the demon who cooked that delectable food Sebek brought."

The shock quickly wore off his body, replacing it with a familiar smugness Valerie knew.

"So, my cooking became legendary already? I'm flattered." The incubus fluffed up his hair and shot Lillia a sensual look. The ex-soldier chuckled.

"I believe we haven't been properly acquainted." Lilia landed in front of them, took Amane's hand, and kissed his knuckles. Flustering the demon and surprising the girl.

"My name is Lilia Vanrouge, a pleasure to meet you." His eyes were half-lidded, his smile fanged and filled with flirtatious mischief. For the first time Valerie has met him, Amane was blushing.

"Amane?" She called out hesitantly.

That seemed to snap him out of it; the poor man tried to laugh it off.

"Well, aren't you a gentleman? But I welcome change of pace." Amane smirked.

"Lilia!"

Recognizing the voice. The young brunette peered behind the senior. Jogging his way over was Silver.

"Finally found you, old man." The young knight huffed, relieved that his search is over.

"Good morning, Silver!" The girl beamed up at him.

The aurora-eyed male smiled softly in her direction; he took her hand and placed a lingering kiss.

"Good morning to you too, Valerie."

Lilia let out a small gasp as if realizing something.

"Oh, Dove. I forgot to greet you as well. Let me fix that."

Coming near her face, he gave her cheek a sweet kiss. The girl smiled, especially feeling the strands of his hair on her face.

"Lilia, your hair is on my face." She giggled.

Standing on the side, Amane could only freeze and stare with wide eyes and raised brows. A man was kissing her cheek, which lasted longer than necessary, and not even the slightest bit affected.

Just how dense is she?

"Okay, old man. That's enough."

Silver forcefully removed the shorter male off the girl. Jealousy bubbled in the pit of his stomach. But he tried his best to ignore it.

Lilia pouted. "Your no fun, Silver."

"Remember why we needed to find Valerie, and it's not just to thank Amane for the food." The silver-haired male sternly reminded.

"Yes, yes, I know." Lilia waved him off. Reaching to his coat pocket, he drew a small velvet pouch with a yellow rope. The sound of coins jingling can be heard within it.

Valerie groaned.

"You two know how I feel about this." She complained, rubbing her temples.

"I know, Valerie. But please, accept it just this once." Silver coaxed the girl, giving her a reassuring smile. However, she shook her head.

"Tell him, I appreciate that he's trying to help me. But like all the other times, my answer will still be no." The vampiric fae sighed at her declaration.

"You are absolutely stubborn, Dove." He said, pocketing the pouch.

"But then again. It is one of your charming points." The raspberry-eyed male flashed her a fanged smile.

"We'll be going now. We at least completed one thing needed. Though once we inform him that you refused again..."

"I'll deal with him once he comes to Ramshackle." She can already picture his pouting face in her mind.

Lilia nodded and gestured Silver to follow, giving the girl one last kiss on the cheek (Lilia) and hand (Silver). They walked away.

"Hold on." Amane broke in. "Someone wanted to be your sugar daddy?"

"My, what?"

A hoard of bats attacked the poor demon.

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"H-Hey! Be gentle." Amane hissed as the cotton swab touched his face.

It took a while to get the bats off him. Thankfully, they left on their own accord, and an injured Amane too. Bite marks littered across his body, more so on his body; the skin on his arms was punctured and bleeding. Some even left small scars on his legs and stomach.

The midnight-haired male never felt so relieved for the girl's abnormal strength, carrying him bridal style and dashing all the way to Ramshackle. Without breaking a sweat or looking remotely tired.

Currently, the man was having his face nursed by Wilbur. His arms, legs, and stomach were neatly wrapped in bandages. Meanwhile, the girl was in the kitchen preparing lunch.

"I am being gentle. You keep fidgeting." The ghost remarked, dabbing Amane's face.

"What did you even do?" Grim chimed in.

On the coffee table, Grim and Lisha were waiting for his answer. Concern shone in the little Strix's eyes while Grim looked bored.

"I...Might have said something wrong." He confessed.

"Not surprising." The feline snorted.

"Hey-Ouch!"

"I told you to stay still." Wilbur chided.

"I dearly hope you won't influence Valerie too much."

Speaking of which.

"Hey, Grim. I need to ask ya something." Amane gritted his teeth, feeling another sting of pain on his face.

"Oh? So you require my wisdom? The great Grim will happily provide, what is it?" A smirk formed on the monster's face. Lisha rolled her eyes at his cockiness, and Wilbur chuckled under his breath.

"Where does Valerie get her money? I know Crow shit gives her allowance, but I'm not convinced."

"Mmm? that's it?" Amane nodded. "Alright, I'll tell ya."

"Yeah, bird brain gives her money. But we do random jobs to earn extra; she even works part-time in the Monstro Lounge sometimes." Grim explained.

Amane carefully regarded this new information and came to one conclusion.

"So, in other words. Valerie is deadass close to being broke."

"Pretty much."

Amane grimaced. This girl seriously needs help.

Loud knocking brought their conversation to a halt. Amane tilted his head, brows furrowed. Please don't tell him it's crow shit.

"I'll get it!" Bennet's voice rang through the air. There was a thick wave of silence; before a sound of footsteps and Bennet's uneasy voice were coming to the lounge.

"H-Hey, now wait for a second"

"Where is the child of man?" A deep voice interrupted the ghost.

Entering the lounge was a tall male with black hair, lime green eyes, and horns on his head. Behind him was Bennet, who shifted his eyes to Amane.

Lime green eyes fell to the demon, raising a brow.

"And who might you be?"

Amane had to seal his mouth shut to keep himself from drooling. This male before him is positively gorgeous! Tall, dark, and cool air of mystery, piercing green eyes stared into his very being, made him chew his inner cheek. Damn, he wanted to see those in the bedroom, and judging by his size, he has to be packing under his pants.

"The name's Amane Mania. I'm pretty famous here for my notorious good looks."

The demon flashed him a flirtatious smirk but cringed when he felt something stick to his face. Weakly glaring at Wilbur, who held a pack of band-aids. The ghost gave him a warning glare, but Amane stuck his tongue out at him.

"Ah." Realization dawned on the tall male.

"The demon currently living with the child of man and the one who cooked that exquisite meal."

"Damn straight. Now, I would like to know your name, handsome."

Everyone, save for Lisha, stared at Amane like he actually said, something prude.

"A-Amane." Wilbur stammered.

"You...Don't know who he is?" Bennet questioned, just as stunned. Amane shook his head.

"Even you, Lisha!?" Grim shouted in surprise. The little strix shrugged her wings, just as confused as the incubus.

"Interesting." Mused the ebony-haired male.

"Oh! Malleus, you're here."

The lime-eyed male, Malleus, straightened his posture when he heard her voice. Valerie peeked through the door with messed-up hair.

"Child of man, may I have a word with you?" He inquired.

The tone of his voice made the girl fidget in place. His stare prompted her to clutch her apron.

Looks like he's upset with her rejection.

"Fine, but let talk outside." She answered. She took off her apron and gave it to Bennett. She followed the tall male out, leaving the rest of the inhabitants to process what they witness.

The pair walked a safe distance away from the dorm; and sat on a bench underneath a tree large enough to shade them.

"Why did you reject my gifts? You need the money, correct? So, why?"

As soon as they sat down, the fae prince wasted no time questioning her. Confusion and hurt shone in his eyes, completed with a pout.

Valerie sighed.

"Malleus." She began. "I know you want to help me, and I'm grateful for it. But please understand, you giving me money so freely? It makes me...Um, well." She paused to find the right words.

"I feel like I'm leeching off you-"

"You're not." He firmly objected. Taking hold of her hands. Eyeing down at her in all seriousness.

"Even so, accepting money; I didn't earn leaves a bitter taste in my mouth."

Silence befell the two students. Malleus seemed to contemplate on her words, rubbing the back of her hand in small circles. After a few tense seconds, he sighed in defeat.

"Very well." He conceded, reluctantly pulling her hands away.

"However. If I ever find you struggling even more as it is, please don't refuse what I give you."

His tone made it clear that he was not giving her a choice, but there was a tinge of desperation.

"Okay, fine." The fae smiled in relief.

"Although. If you want to properly earn the money I give you, you can always come and cook for Diasomnia. I cannot count how many times Sebek has eaten Lilia's cooking for my sake."

The smile faded from his face to a tired frown upon remembering the times Lilia made those horrendous concoctions and insisting for the entire dorm to try. Out of everyone, Sebek suffered the most.

That earned a sympathetic smile from her. "I'll think about it."

She stood up, re-arranged her hair into a neat ponytail again, and faced him.

"Would you like to join me for lunch, Tsunotaro?" Her smile radiated warmth like a fireplace.

Ah, that nickname such fond memories. Enough to muster a small smile and a response.

"I would be delighted."

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"So...He's a prince."

"Yes."

"And one of the top five powerful wizards."

"Yes. I'm surprised you didn't know about this."

"Eh, not into that sort of stuff."

Meanwhile, the residents of Ramshackle were busily explaining who Malleus was to the two ignorant demons.

"You could at least know he was royalty. Doesn't your family branch over Twisted Wonderland?" Gerald asked. He got back from the kitchen, and here he was.

"I honestly have no fucking interest that shit." Amane's heated reply stunned the ghosts. This is the first time they saw him this angry.

Those who had witnessed it reacted in their own way. Lisha had an understanding look in her eyes. Grim, however, yelped in fear and accidentally shot a fireball at him. Who immediately dodged.

"Gah!"

"Grim!"

"What the fuck, you little shit!"

"Screee!"

"You were about to go on demon mode!" Grim argued, swatting the flames with his tail.

"No, I wasn't!" Amane protested. He grabbed the bowl of water Wilbur used to clean his face and splashed it on the burning couch. It worked, but now they were left with a charred piece of furniture.

"Oh, boy." Gerald muttered under his breath; as he scanned the mess.

Valerie won't be happy with this.

"I'm back!" Speak of the devil.

"I hope you won't mind that Malleus will join-" Valerie blinked.

Once.

Twice.

Yeah, this is real.

She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply; before letting it all out.

"Alright." She finally said. Opening her eyes, she surveyed their tenses expressions.

"Grim, what did you do?"

"Why me!?" The monster complained.

"You're the only one who does fire magic." She deadpanned.

"I thought he was going on demon mode, that's why." The cat explained, pointing an accusatory paw at the incubus.

"No, I wasn't, ya little shit!" The midnight-haired male furiously retorted.

"You were!"

"Why I oughta-"

"Okay! That's enough." Valerie interrupted, stepping between the demon and monster. Both looked more than eager to fight.

"Since this is clearly an accident, and Grim just went on instinct. So Grim, please apologize to Amane." She calmly instructed the monster, who looked offended.

"What? Why should I-"

"Do it, or I'll make you go on an all broccoli and spinach diet for two weeks." Her smiling face did not match the threatening tone in her voice.

If Grim was human, he would have paled at the thought only to eat those for two weeks straight.

"Sorry, Amane." The monster mumbled, but it was audible enough to hear. Valerie smiled at her accomplishment.

She turned to face everyone and clapped her hands.

"So...Ready to eat?"

Lunch had been thankfully more tamed. Even Grim didn't give his (loud) compliments on her cooking. Looks like her threat left him silent. She did well on lunch.

Kung pao shrimp, roasted salmon with green beans, and tomatoes. A chicken and radish salad, followed by pink lemonade.

"You're an excellent cook, Valerie." Malleus complimented. Taking another bite of his salmon.

"Thank you." Valerie smiled.

"Yeah, not bad. You're almost better than me. Almost." Amane emphasized the last part with a teasing grin. To which the girl rolled her eyes.

After lunch Amane's phone went off, taking it to the lounge with Lisha on top of his head. Leaving Grim and Valerie to do the dishes, Malleus decided to stay and talk to his favorite human more.

Once that was done, she scooped Grim onto her arms, walking out the kitchen with the fae prince in tow. Making their way to the lounge, they paused when they heard Amane's voice. There was slight aggravation in his voice.

"I see. In that case, please forward it to my assistant."

Valerie peered from the entrance. The man sat on the couch, running his fingers through his hair. He finally turned his head, nearly jumping out of his skin when he saw her head.

"Lover of cow tiddies!- Don't do that!" He cursed. Amane slumped on the burned couch, mentally drained from the call.

"Is something troubling you, Mania?" The fae prince questioned. Taking a seat on a nearby chair, and the girl sat next to the demon.

"Nothing to sweat about. But it looks like I have to cut my time short." The incubus confessed, tiredly rubbing his face. Lisha rub his cheek in comfort.

"Huh, why?" Valerie's face wrinkled in concern. But the demon chose to ignore what she said.

Amane got up and dragged his feet out of the room. Disregarding the concern or curious gazes of the others.

The girl wordlessly watched the man walked out. As much as she wanted to help him, she knew it wasn't her business and might anger him.

"You care for him quite a lot." A deep voice snapped her out of her thoughts.

Malleus has been observing her reactions ever since they came back to the dorm. Safe to say, he was a bit jealous of the demon. The fae prince had been vying for her attention since the VDC. Even more when she saved him from his overblot.

The girl rubbed her arms. "Y-Yeah, he opened his heart towards me the last time he stayed here. So I have to be worried for him."

The lime-eyed male stayed silent.

"You didn't forget anything, right?"

"Nope, and don't worry about cleaning the room. I already did that."

The pair stood in front of the entrance door. Amane carried a small bag filled with the items be brought and bought. In the background was Malleus, who was holding Grim at the moment. Lisha was on top of the incubus' head.

"Really? How sweet." Valerie gave him a small smile. Appreciating the gesture.

"You suffered enough bullshit from this school. It the least I could do." The hetero-eyed male playfully pinched her cheek, earning a whine from her. Making him snicker.

"See ya next time, Sugar tits, and you too ya, fat gremlin."

"Quit calling me that!" The monster fumed. Long and slender fingers scratched under his chin, causing him to purr in content. Malleus let out a mirthful chuckle at the action.

Retrieving his hand, Amane gave the girl a mock salute and stepped.

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Valerie hummed as she fixed her hair into her signature style, albeit replacing her pink ribbon with a black one.

It was getting dark, which meant it was time for her shift in the Monstro Lounge. Malleus left hours ago after watching some historical movie, knowing fully well Sebek and Silver would go out and bring him back to the dorm. Meanwhile, her little monster was sleeping peacefully on her bed.

Valerie checked herself on the mirror for the final time. She was currently wearing a female version of octavinelle's dorm uniform. Except, she replaced it with a black mini pencil skirt, lavender stockings with garters, and black kitten heels.

Once she deemed herself presentable, she grabbed her phone from the bed to check the time. However, when she opened it, there was a text. Her eye twitched when she noticed it was from the headmaster.

"Please don't let this be another errand." The poor girl prayed before reading it.

'Ms. Kemonohito, I'm happy to inform you that all your student debts have been by none other than Mr. Mania. He will also pay for your schooling and accommodations from now on. Ahh, it brings my heart such joy that Night Raven alumni can be as kind as their headmaster.'

Valerie had to re-read the text five times to make sure her eyes weren't playing tricks. She stood there, frozen in shock.

Just why?

A loud knocking brought her out of her dilemma.

"Come in."

Opening the door was Gerald, who held a folded piece of paper.

"I accidentally phased in Amane's room and found this on the bed. It had your name on it." The ghost informed before heading out.

Valerie eyed the piece of paper in her hands; it felt hard. Carefully unfolding it, she let out a small gasp.

Credit cards. Amane's credit cards, there were about five of them in her hands. Quickly, she read the note, desperate for an explanation.

'Hey, Sugar tits.

I hope ya like the gift I left ya. I know what you're thinking, 'I can't accept this!' But I really want you to have it, you deserved it. You've been thrown into an unknown world; and placed in the care of an arguably competent man. Which I know by experience can be utterly useless in some situations.

I also took the liberty of paying for your academics and housing of that dorm of yours too. Don't worry about paying back; it's alright, really. You worked your ass since you got here. You are tired, I can see it. Lorelei is good at hiding it too.

Also; If you are worried about earning money, I think I can arrange something, but it's a surprise.'

-Love your new reliable (and gorgeous) guardian, Amane.

A smile threatened to form her face when she finished reading it. This man, whom she known for a short while, was going above and beyond to help her. This feels like those found family tropes in media.

As thoughtful as it was, Valerie recalled a certain fae making a similar promise, and it made her stomach churned. She wasn't sure how to break the news to him. She already made him upset with her rejection, and she raised his hopes up with her promise.

The opal-eyed girl just hopes he'll take it well.

Taking a deep breath, she texted Azul that she's unable to work tonight due to feeling unwell and needed time to rest. Once she has his confirmation, Valerie flopped on her bed.

"Oi! Henchwoman! What the heck and aren't you supposed to go to work!?"

Grim growled, obviously not happy from being woken up.

The girl simply just pulled her little monster close; and buried her face on Grim's fur.

"Not tonight. Actually, I'm going to tell Azul I won't be working in the Monstro Lounge anymore unless he needs a favor." Her reply was kinda muffled. But audible. This confused them.

"Eh? Really? Then where will you get the money?" The cat monster implored. The girl merely raised her head and smiled at him.

"Let's just say; we got a certain weirdo taking care of us now."

Bonus:

"..."

"..."

"U-Uhhh, Malleus?"

"..."

"Listen, I really value your generosity and concern for me. Trust me, I was just surprised. Please believe me-"

"I do."

"Really!? Your not mad?"

"I am disappointed that I won't be able to help you, but I am thankful to him and his ability to provide for you."

"I'm not."

"No need to be jealous, Azul."

"Be quiet, Jade."

A/N: Finally done with this chapter! Sorry for the long wait, I know this long over due but I hope you like it.

[askthetoppatclan]

What is Lillia's story? What happened to her?

“Edna had a sister.......things.....didn’t go as we planned, and the pressure eventually got too much for her...I-.....I can tell you what happened, but it‘s a dark story and those with a bad mental health should probably not listen......”

Consider this a warning. It’s just stickmen, but just in case.

Lillia Foxtrot was Edna’s twin sister. Unlike Edna, she wasn’t really cut out for the criminal life, she was more of a pacifist and peacemaker and she was also very clumsy. . She was the Left Hand Lady for Terrence, because Edna refused to become Right Hand without Lillia.

She usually tried to do the Paperwork Terrence neglected for years, but she had no idea what she was doing and Terrence didn’t explain anything, so she was doomed to make mistakes.....

“She got often yelled at by Terrence because of those mistakes. He sent Edna often out on solo missions and then made use of the time to yell at Lillia because of her mistakes. She tripped and spilled his coffee, the paperwork got sent back because it was faulty, even thingst hat were out of her control she got blamed and yelled at for....it was sad, but there was nothing we could do....

One day it became too much for her...during dinnertime Terrence yelled at her because she dropped his tray of food and he yelled at her: “I will throw you off the fucking ship if you dont get your FUCKING ACT TOGETHER!!”

Lillia began crying and stormed out of the cafeteria....she was probably scared that Terrence would make true of his promise.....I wouldn’t have put it past him.....”

“I wanted to go and check up on her, to see if she was okay, but Right Hand Man told me to leave her alone for a bit. She needs time to think and decide what she was going to do..... I listened to him and sat back down....I should have gone to check on her......”

“In the end I went to her after dinner, I just wanted to make sure she was okay....maybe offer to help her if she wanted to....I didn’t get a response after I tried to knock multiple times and I got worried and the door was locked, I.....I picked her lock.....I had to, I needed to see if she was alright..............”

Last warning, those sensitive to dark topics stop  now.

“I....I didn’t know what to say when I saw her.....I was so shocked, I felt almost numb...I couldn’t speak or scream or cry...I just knew....that I was too late....there was nothing I could have done anymore to help her.......”

“I have no idea how long I stood there petrified, but it was long enough for Edna to find me.....She.....never was the same after what happened.....The same went for me.... Terrence didn’t care as much as I thought he would, he didn’t even deem it worthy to land and give her a burial........

....It was then that I decided that Terrence couldn’t be leader anymore...I couldn’t let him kill more innocent people......I just couldn’t.....”

[twst-headcanon]

Special edition « step on me » ft. everyone

Heartslyabul

Riddle: HE IS BABY WHY WOULD YOU DO EITHER. Don’t make him step on you, DONT STEP ON HIM.

Ace: Somehow he achieved to step on himself don’t ask how. Step on him

Deuce: He doesn’t enjoy to be step on but honestly he is both.

Trey: Will step on you.

Cater: Can step on you if asked but enjoy to be steped on.

Savanaclaw:

Leona: YOU WILL BEG HIM TO STEP ON YOU. And he will.

Ruggie: Ask him if you can step on him and he will step on you.

Jack: He is pure don’t subject him to this.

Octavinelle:

Azul: DONT STEP ON HIM HE IS BABY. MUST PROTECT. If you ask him to step on you, he will do it but it’ll make him uncomfortable.

Jade: Will step on you even if you don’t ask. Good luck trying to step on him

Floyd: Will do both !! Actually can step on you without meaning it

Scarabia:

Kalim: Don’t he is baby. Actually can step on you without meaning it but will cry. Don’t make him cry.

Jamil. Will step on you. Makes stress fly away

Pomefiore:

Vil: Will step on you. With high heels.

Rook: Can step on you but W would beg you to step on him (I guess ???)

Epel: DONT BE FOOLED THIS BOY WILL FUCKING STEP ON YOU

Ignihyde:

Idia: Even if his body/personality cries “please step on me” it doesn’t mean he enjoy it.

Ortho: Why the fuck would you do that. Seriously don’t it should be illegal and I’ll call the police. If you enjoy to be steped on by robots you can always try but it will make him confused.

Diasomnia :

Malleus: He is baby and a true friend so he will do whatever you ask (and because he is an old man he will be confused). Be careful if you step on him, if his fan club learns of it you’re more than dead.

Lillia: WILL STEP ON YOU EVEN IF HE IS AN OLD MAN. Made his research, knows the meme.

Silver: WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT ??? Don’t do either. If you step on him his parents Malleus and Lillia will be in the background, shooting dagger with their eyes and you would be instantly dead ❤️

Sebek : Don’t step on him unless you are his Malleus sama.

Night Raven College:

Crowley: Will step on you with his whip of love. Will also let you step on him because he is nice.

Crewel: Will obviously step on you before you even ask and with pleasure!

Trein: Can step on you but why ?????

Vargas: Says he wants to step on but secretly likes to be step on.

Sam: Will do both.

Grimm: Will step on you but he is a damn tanuki so it won’t do much. However you will end up stepping on his tail more than often so he is both I guess ???

I am not even sorry for this

[the-jade-cross]

Knight of the Forest - Chapter X

Warning: smutty part after break (*****).

This is bad ... Really bad. From the moment Lillia had walked down the aisle on the arm of Ser Jaime to the present when the two young people stood facing each other, Lillia had not once looked Loras in the eye. She had taken to staring blankly at the silver pendant that held his Forest Green cloak closed or looking at the High Sparrow as he performed the ceremony. As Loras reached down and took the girl’s hands in his, he was stunned to find that they were shaking like a leaf. This was something that was entirely foreign for someone as strong and confident as Lillia.

As Loras went down to kiss Lillia, the girl finally lifted her eyes to look at him and all Loras saw in the big green orbs was pain and misery. He clenched his teeth, knowing that he was the cause of the girl’s hurt and he could do nothing to erase the past twelve hours. Gently he pressed his lips to Lillia’s plump shaking ones and it was all Loras could do to keep from ravaging her. the faint scent of vanilla, the taste of sugar and sweet on her lips that were so smooth and soft that Loras could get lost in them.

But not here…. Not now. Not after what he did to make this day a solemn one. The two newlyweds turned to face the crowds, hands still joined and immediately Lillia’s eyes found Margaery, her only source of comfort at this time. The Tyrell girl gave her a sad smile before turning to shoot her brother a blood curdling glare. The banquet following was held outside in the same courtyard as the Purple Wedding had been held. When it was announced that there would be swords handed out so there could be some sport, Lillia expected Loras to jump at the opportunity to leave her seated at the table while he went and enjoyed himself.

However, the man remained rooted to her side like glue, pouring her a fresh glass of wine the moment she drank a sip from her cup, restocking her plate with food after every two bites. If Lillia didn’t know any better, she would have suspected her husband of trying to make her fat but she knew that Loras was feeling particularly guilty and thus was the trying to treat Lillia with the best of care.

A part of her appreciated the attention but then she recalled the reason behind his caring actions and the appreciation she felt disappeared. The girl found herself in a stalemate. She had no one to talk to since Margaery and her fiancé of a king were giggling together as they observed the dessert table and she could not bring herself to strike up a conversation with Loras so she did the first thing that came to mind. Pushing her chair back and rising to her feet, she strode down from the banquet table to where the squires had lain out all different types of weapons. The girl ran her hands over each before she stopped on one heavy dual handed sword that could have been an axe in another life and lifted it into her hands with ease.

Several of the knights and guests had stopped what they were doing to watch the young bride as she carried her find bac to the banquet table and faced her husband.

“I challenge you, Loras Tyrel, to combat.”

Everyone present froze and many of the women gasped while Lady Olenna sighed, not exactly surprised by the turn of events at yet another wedding of her grandchildren. Loras rose to his feet and stared at the petite blond in bewildered shock.

“Whatever for?” he asked. “I understand that you are angry with me but I have nothing against you and I have no wish to fight you.”

Lillia sneered, “Scared much? Lets strike a bargain shall we? If you win, I will forgive you and we will put this behind us. If I win, you will be alone in your chambers, every night for a week. No company, not myself nor a lover.”

Lillia faintly heard Mace Tyrell gasp at this but she ignored him as she met Loras’s stormy gray gaze with her own, unwavering.

Loras breathed heavily, “I accept your challenge Lady Tyrell.”

******** 

"Just how fucking stupid are you?" Mace hissed in Loras's ear. "If you lose this, everything goes to hell including you!"Loras lowered his eyebrows at the man, "Do you really think my pride wants to lose? regardless of whether Lillia is important to me, a part of me wishes that I could lose this easily so I wouldn't have to wed her but the other part of me refuses to lose her again."Mace huffed as Loras removed the heavy outer garment until he was garbed in only his boots, pants and a loose white shirt. The two stepped outside onto the grass where everyone had been waiting for the newlyweds to return. Lillia had not yet returned from where she had walked off with Margaery. Mace handed Loras his sword and right at that moment, several people began to make a rustle of noise. Loras assumed it was because Lillia had returned so he turned to face her, ready to get this done and over with. However when his eyes landed on the figure that walked beside his sister, he froze. Garbed in a simple of most definitely male outfit was none other than the mystery blond warrior Loras had seen so many times. Had Lillia requested him to be her champion? Is that was this is? Loras allowed his eyes to take in the man's figure with no fear of people giving him strange looks. The man was a work of art, petite in stature but with a perfectly curvature like body, handcrafted by the best. Curvy hips that could put any woman to shame gave way to a petite waist, held snug by the thick leather belt. The layered top did give a good level of protection so Loras was unable to tell if this man was flat chested of if he was the way Loras liked his men, ample in the chest area. Long luscious golden locks were tied up in a bun on the back of his head but several long strands fell around his face and down his back. Loras was only able to see part of the man because of the crowd of people between him and the stranger but the man was ethereal to say the least. Finally the man, following closely behind Margaery stepped out of the throngs of the crowd and into the green yard. That was when the smirk on Loras's face dropped and was replaced by pure horror. The man's face was just as ethereal as the rest of him. Smooth, slightly plump cheeks were matched with an incredibly defined jawline, round chin and firm brows. Lips were firm and plump, the kind Loras would die for. Leaf green eyes were masked by long black lashes and a perfectly straight nose topped it off. Except there was a problem....

"Lillia!?" Loras choked.

Lillia did not respond to his obvious surprise at seeing her dressed thus, nor did she seem concerned by the fact that anyone would have mistaken her for a man in a heartbeat if they didnt know what Lillia had looked like before.

 "Lets get on with it," Lillia grunted as she picked up her sword. Loras could have spent all day staring in perplexity at his wife but this was not the time, especially with Lillia armed and glaring daggers at him. 

Loras drew his sword from its scabbard and faced his wife, knees bent and poised, ready for an attack. Lillia swung her sword around once before she ran at the man. Loras lifted his sword to block the blow but Lillia had already move on to the second blow, taking a side swipe at his ribs. Loras jumped back and blocked her again.

“I’m sorry alright!?” he yelled over the sound of their grunts, the swords clashing and the cheering of the guests as they egged them on. “I know I wronged you right after I promised not to. What will it take for you to forgive me!?”

Lillia struck two more times before she answered him, “I never asked you to be loving to me. I never told you to treat me like a princess! I don’t even care if you beat me until I bled! All I asked is that I would be the only one in your bed, pleasing you! And hat do you go and do the night before our wedding!?”

Loras cringed at the fury in her voice, almost hidden beneath the heavy sorrow in her tone. “You’re right. I am a horrible person and I will gladly take the abstinence if it will please you but what do you want from me that would redeem me in your eyes?”

Lillia took a blow at Loras and he lifted his word to block it but eh girl abruptly changed course and snapped his legs out from under him. He landed on his back hard, followed by a groan and his sword clanging to the ground. Lillia threw down her own sword next to his body and stood over him with tears in her eyes.

Seeing the shining reflection of tears made Loras’s heart constrict in misery. Had he truly destroyed any chance he had at loving Lillia and having her love in return? Lying there on the ground, defeated by his wife in front of the whole court, Loras felt no embarrassment… only shame and sorrow for what he had done to end himself there.

“Do not try to tear a tree down by blowing at the branches.” The girl told him in a low voice. “Trees have strong roots and can withstand a gale until they die. My roots are made of stone. If you wish to dig me up and bring me down, hit lower than the heart.”

Loras watched as the girl strode away from him, not caring that her tears were raining down on the grass. Loras rose to his feet and would have run after her if Margaery had not put herself between the offending party and the retreating girl.

“You have done enough for one day,” she scolded him as she turned and hurried after her distressed sister in law.

Loras hung his head and realized that when Lillia had shed her tears upon the ground, tiny little white flowers had sprung forth as if they had all been waiting for was a little salty tears of the earthen elemental. Crouching down, he plucked one of the pale yellow flowers but the moment he did, the plant withered and died right there in his hand. He had aimed at the heart.

*********

Loras stood outside Lillia’s private room, pondering what to do. He had lost the fight, thus losing the right into her bed even on their wedding night. He couldn’t leave it like this for a week. He needed to speak with her and make things right. not bothering to knock, he entered the room to find Lillia seated on the end of her bed, garbed in the same attire she had been wearing during the fight which did well to conceal the feminine organs.

“May I help you with something husband?” Lillia inquired calmly.

“I need to know Lillia,” the man answered. “Unless I beat you at combat, will you ever forgive me? yes I messed up but I cannot go back and change it! It happened and there is nothing I can do about that now!”

Lillia’s eyes darkened in fury, “Nothing you can do about it? I suppose there was nothing you could have done to change the past few years when you ghosted me, not answering one of my letters, acting like I didn’t exist and then magically turn up and talk your father into marrying us! Are you saying that there is nothing you can do to change the fact that I have loved you with every fiber of my being since we met as children and not once have you even looked at me other than the way a boy looks at a pet puppy!? Even after years of not seeing you, when I saw you again it all came back and I still loved you even when you treated me like I was nothing but a woman you would keep to warm your bed…”

The girl never finished the rest of what she was prepared to bellow at the man for Loras kicked the bedroom door shut and strode across the room to grab the girl. Both of his hands cradled the girl’s face as he latched his lips onto hers. Lillia stumbled back in shock but Loras held her tightly, one arm slipping about her waist to hold her in place. There it was… that taste of sweetness and soft lips that seemed to invade his senses.

He nudged Lillia’s lips with his tongue and Lillia gasped, giving Loras the chance he needed to slip his tongue inside and taste her. Lillia whimpered and that sent a shiver down Loras's spine. He pulled back, knowing that they both needed air but also to get a look at her. Cheeks rosy and eyes glossy the girl look like an angel sent from heaven to torture him. Loras dove back in but Lillia put a hand on his chest, stopping him from going further.

"You lost the fight," she reminded him, causing the man to growl.

"I don't really care. I will be taking my wife to bed on our wedding night if it is the last thing I do. I am a traditional man and I stand by the customs of my people and the people of my wife."

Lillia's heart fell. So he was only taking her to bed because it was expected of him? Not because he actually Wanted to. Lillia put more energy into the shove until the man had to stumble back, resting his hands on the table to prevent himself from falling over. 

Lillia approached him, untying the cord around her waist so that it fell to the ground but she was still heavily clothed. She never once removed her eyes from Loras’s as she approached him.

“I care. and as long as you intend to take me to bed sorely because it is your duty as my husband, we are not going to get anywhere.”

Loras, for a split second thought she was going to leave him high and dry until he saw the girl reach down to his pants and rub her palm against the softness of his crotch. Loras’s grey eyes shot back to meet hers just as Lillia reached up and looped one arm around his neck so that she was on tiptoes. 

“You’re not seeing me,” she whispered and for a moment Loras was not sure what she meant. “Don't see Lillia Arryn when you look at me, at least for tonight. You see me.”

Loras knew what she meant and for a moment he wanted to tell her that he didnt want to get off imagining her as a man but it was sort of hard to do considering that she was now applying more pressure to his length and the moment he remembered those times he had seen the mysterious blond warrior, his length began to harden.

If this was what made Lillia content, he would go along with it. He bent down, latching his lips onto Lillia’s and shut his eyes. He could imagine the person, face sweating from sparring as he tore off his layers of leather, unbuckled his belt and allowed the front of his tunic to fall free, exposing his skin to the wandering eye.

Smooth pale skin, freckled on the shoulders and thick in all the right places. Smooth flat chest with deep pink nipples that Loras’s hands would graze over. Loras’s lips trailed from the lips down the long neck until he found the soft crevice where he laid heavy kisses. 

The hand on his crotch hand somehow made its way inside his pants and was now stroking his length slowly and deliberately, the other hand slipping into his hair and scratching at his nape. It did not take much more before he felt himself coming into her hand. Lillia slowly slipped away from him before she walked to the basin on the table to clean her hand. 

“I’m claiming the bed. You are welcome to share it but keep your hands to yourself.” she mumbled as she flopped onto the large bed, Loras following shortly after. 

As the two slowly drifted off into dreamland, they did not hear someone crack open the door and peek inside. Margaery's eyes widened when she saw the two bodies tangled together on top of the sheets that had not even been pulled back but her shock turned into hope and joy when she saw the content looks on their sleeping faces and the way Loras's arm lay secure around Lillia's waist which made the girl sigh relief. Perhaps there was hope for them yet if Loras did not screw it up again.

As the girl shut the door and returned to her own chambers, she was unaware that Lillia's cheeks were stained red with the hot tears that had fallen while she fell asleep. Had it been worth it? For that split-second that she felt loved by Loras, was it worth it giving herself to a man who will never love her and would possibly never touch her like that again?

[milfisolde]

under read more bc i put too much effort into my ocs and there is A Lot. tw for violent stuff

this will be updated every time i think of something for him!

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Rollick

“The Ravenous” ? idk I suck at titles

no accessories

Size reference

why does he have anime hair if hes a fish? because he’s my oc and i say so

I MADE ICONS FOR THE LOCATIONS AND CLASS AND OTHER CHAMPIONS’ ABILITIES AND TUMBLR WONT’T LET ME ADD THEM WITHOUT FUCKING THE WHOLE POST UP

Short crappy bio

A young shark-like Vastaya. Born in Ionia, west of the island Sudaro. He was captured as a child by  Bilgewater pirates after straying too close to the surface and being found. Was then put to work on the Slaughter Docks, and trained to hunt in the traditional Serpent Isles manner: “launching themselves at their targets to secure tow-hooks with their bare hands, and beginning to butcher the creatures while they yet lived.”.

I need to update myself on League lore, but I would like him 2 be acquaintances with Nami and Fizz. Also, Rollick would have heard stories about Pyke and would find him really cool. Ideally, he would have Johnny Yong Bosch as his voice actor because I love how he voiced Kung Jin in Mortal Kombat X, but I don’t know how he’d do with a pirate accent lmao.

Kit

Would be classed as a Fighter with the sub-class Diver. At least I think he would.  

His kit is basically just a mash-up of multiple champions with extra ingredients. Riot do it themselves, so I'm allowed to, too. Pirate lingo used for most of his abilities and voice lines b/c I'm not creative for naming things.

 Passive "Blow the Man Down." : A mash-up of Rengar and Darius' but more complicated. Auto-attacking 3 times in a row, or using abilities, gives his unused abilities 3 different tiers of empowerment. (Like, if you auto-attack 3 times, use W, then Q, his E will have tier 3 empowerment.). Tiers 2 and 3 gives the target bleed when hit by abilities, applying "Blood in the Water."  Applying the bleed multiple times makes it stack, tier 2 stacks like two stacks of tier 1 bleed, tier 3 stacks like two stacks of tier 2 bleed. How many times can it stack? Idk. 5? 7? 10?? ok probably not 10 that would be stupid.

2nd passive "Clipper." : Rollick moves faster in the river; this move speed scales with his normal move speed.

Q "Feed the Fish." : Tier 1 is a swipe in an AOE cone with his claws. Tier 2 is a small lunge in a targeted direction with two swipes, one with each hand. Tier 3 is a longer distance lunge with a bite. If tier 3 lands on a moving target (examples: scuttlecrab when it dashes, Ezreal using his E), it will follow the target like Warwick Q/Evelynn E. The bite will also heal him for a small amount.

W "Hook, Line, Sinker." : is like Rengar's Bola Strike with a wider but shorter range for tiers 1 and 2, but he leaps in the targeted direction at tier 3 and if he hits something, covers it with his net and stays on top of them for a short amount of time. Tier 2 spins the target around from they way Rollick throws his net and will turn the opposite direction of the way the target was originally standing. If you're facing Rollick and the tier 2 net hits you, your back is now turned to Rollick.

E "Chase." : Warwick Blood Hunt but either less or more annoying. Cooldown is shorter in duration, but so is its active. The passive part of it only shows paths to champions affected with a bleed, burn or poison DOT effect. (Includes: Rollick's "Blood in the Water", Darius'  "Hemorrhage", Brand's  "Blaze", Gangplank's  "Trial by Fire", Lillia's  "Dream Dust", Cassiopeia's  "Noxious Poison" and  "Debilitating Poison", Twitch's "Deadly Venom", Teemo's  "Toxic Shot" and  "Noxious Trap", Singed's  "Poison Trail", the  "Scorch" rune,  "Ignite" summoner spell,  "Challenging Smite" summoner spell, "Azakana Gaze" from  Demonic Embrace, and "Torment" from  Liandry's Anguish.

R "Cleave 'Em to the Brisket!" : Similar to Skarner's "Impale". Rollick takes the hooked blade he has on his belt and lunges at the target, stabbing into the enemy champion's chest with his chest to their back, and drags them away. "Cleave 'Em to the Brisket!" can only be used on a champion that has their back turned towards Rollick. It applies a tier 3 "Blood in the Water." upon use. It can yank champions out of  Displacement Immunity, but doesn't suppress the target champion entirely, they are still able to use dash and blink abilities, use Thresh's  "Dark Passage", recast  "Death Sentence" , and use most movement summoner spells ( Flash, Hexflash, Mark/Dash), but if they do, half of their current HP is taken away from the hooked knife being dragged/yanked out of them. If you are 30% HP and you use one of the movement abilities mentioned, you will leave with 15% HP and two stacks of tier 3 bleed. For 5 seconds after using his ult, Rollick uses his knife to attack, gaining increased auto-attack range and his autos apply a tier 1 bleed stack per hit. The enhanced auto-attacks drag his targets towards him because of the hook part in his knife getting caught on them.

Animation ideas

(I used google to find every gif/picture, save for the “dance” one. they have tumblr links bc when writing this tumblr shit itself when i wanted to save it as a draft and i kept it open in a different tab and copy/pasted everything. im sorry some of the gifs are weird aslkfjdjf)

Walking animation is him using his arms and tail to "crawl". imagine the gif has a tail instead of legs

Running animation is the same concept, just with much more effort put into making himself move faster. Moving in the river looks more like he’s swimming rather than crawling. Slowed animation is him dragging himself slowly with his head facing the ground, putting weight on his elbows instead of using his arms completely. Like an army crawl but in pain.

Idle animation is him crossing his arms and resting on his elbows, then looking around and inspecting his claws.

If left in idle animation for more than 15 seconds, he drops down completely and puts his head in his arms and dozes off. Moving after the sleep idle will have him shake his head awake when starting to move.

Death animation is him trying to crawl, being unable to, then collapsing on his side and flopping onto his back.

Taunt animation is him straightening himself then lashing out with his hands and baring his teeth before "biting" the air in the direction he’s standing, voice lines coming out before the bite part.

Joke animation is him chasing his own tail? Maybe he gets tangled in his net after doing it for a second and just struggles there until the animation is interrupted.

Dance is uh. He straightens up and does knife tricks. He doesn’t have legs, doesn’t have a staff like Nami, and just wouldn’t dance like Cassiopeia.

I made the gif using footage from here.

His laugh animation would be him laughing and flopping onto his back, then turning back onto his stomach. All but one of his laughs would be loud and hearty, the one that isn’t would sound like Kung Jin’s laugh.

Voice line ideas

First encounters:

Bilgewater/Bilgewater themed champion:

"Ahoy!" "Ahoy, bucko!" "Ahoy, scallywag."

Multiple champions simultaneously/champions who have a visible partner/partners with them (examples: Kindred, Sejuani, Lulu with Pix, Elise with her Spiderlings, Azir with his Sand Soldiers):

"Ahoy, me hearties."

Pyke:

"Pyke?! I’ve heard stories of you! Though… You’re smaller than I had imagined..." "Hey there, old salt! " "Ahoy, seadog! "

Nami:

"Good to see a friendly face! Shame it’s on the wrong side." "Oh! Little lass! Have you found your stone yet? "

Fizz:

"Little trickster! Where’s your big friend? "

Illaoi:

“Test? Gonna get myself an A-plus-plus! …That’s the good grade, right?

Taunts:

Any champion:

"Scurvy dog! " "AAARRRRGGGGHHHH! "

Bird/bird themed/winged champion:

"Polly want a cracker? "

Tahm Kench:

“The only creature with an appetite bigger than mine” “You put me to shame with that maw of yours! You could fit me in it!”

Abilities/eliminations:

Tier 3 "Feed the Fish.":

(after used on champion wearing armour/with tough skin)

"Ouch… I think I broke a tooth. Good thing I got more. "

(after used on champion with fur/feathers/long hair)

" (violent spitting-out-fluff noises) Blegh! "

Tier 1 and 2 "Hook, Line, Sinker. ":

"Catch! " "Avast, ye! "

Tier 2 "Hook, Line, Sinker. " after turning someone around:

"Bring a spring upon ‘er! " "Broadside! "

Using "Chase. " with a DOT’d champion in range:

"Chum in the water…" " (deep inhale, then a rumbling growl) "

Using "Chase. " with affected champion visible:

"Lookin’ a bit squiffy there…" " (laughter) Yesss… "

Eliminate champion:

"Take a caulk. "

Eliminate champion while using "Cleave ‘Em to the Brisket!" or the enhanced auto-attacks after:

"Hah, keelhauled! " “Taste me steel n’ may the devil take ye!”

“PENTAKILL!”:

"Dead men tell no tales…"

Respawn:

"What a flogging…" "Alright, I’ve fed the fish… Now it’s their turn. "

Pings:

(Danger!):

"Heave to! " "Avast ye! "

(Assist me!):

"All hand hoy! " "All hands on deck! "

(Assist me!) followed up by (On my way!), or vice versa:

"Weigh anchor and hoist the mizzen! "

(Area is warded.):

"They’ve got a lookout. "

(Target champion):

"Thar she blows! " "Sail, ho! " "Savvy? " "Hang ‘em from the Yardarm! "

Miscellaneous:

Allied champion drinks potion or gets healed by another ally when Rollick has missing HP:

"Splice the mainbrace! Please?"

Alone with low HP, no potions or actives available, or sells all items:

"Looks like I’m marooned…"

Healed by ally:

"Feeling shipshape!" "Much obliged." "I’m in your debt." "Thank you!" "Thanks!"

Receives shutdown gold:

"Ha-ha! Plundered! " “Bounty taken.”

Flashing away from enemy:

"Blimey! " "Gah!” "Sink me! " " (girly shriek) "

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Project Summary: Travel with a few members of the team here at BCC as they sit around a bonfire and reminisce on the days of summer. We will tell you interesting stories about tales that may be a little exaggerated about the members of a group of 7 guys that we have come to love. 

Links to stories and edits will be added as they are posted!! We will reblog the stories and edits as well~ We hope you enjoy!

Seeing each other was honestly a dream. It felt surreal to be able to meet up and camp with so many people from an online network, and they were smiling and laughing as they talked in person (some for the first time ever). The lulling sounds of the ocean waves became a white noise to everyone as they set up their tents and gathered firewood. They were having so much fun talking together that time had passed quickly, evening fast approaching and the sun sinking into the horizon creating a sea of colors in the sky. The sight was truly breathtaking. 

Simi’s and Lillia’s eyes locked onto the waving group down the beach. “Welcome everyone,” Alexis smiled as she returned to the campsite after scoping out the beach. 

“Hey Alexis! How’s the beach look? Any shark teeth?” Lillia asked, returning to chopping onions in preparation for dinner.

"You say that like she'd know. Are we forgetting that she's the ‘blind’ one?" Simi replied, snickering at Alexis's squint.

From the small crowd gathering on the beach came a range of different accents. Some were easily pinpointed and others a little more difficult to locate. Lillia continued guiding everyone down to the beach, within the group was a small and rather tired Jester with a large bag. Situated at the bottom of her bag was some sort of rolled up bedding.

“Excuse me, sorry I’m late, airport customs tried to steal my Vegemite” Jester called, eyes gazing straight past Simi’s shoulder. With no hesitation she dropped her luggage in the sand, kicked off her shoes and sprinted towards the ocean.  

Halting mere inches from the water, she teetered, waving her hands and trying not to topple into the surf from her abrupt stop. 

“Almost jumped in with my phone and your American paper dollarydoos” she shouted, racing back to the group. 

Jester proceeded to empty out her pockets, dumping twenty and fifty dollar notes and her phone into her shoes and running full pelt back to the water. With a warrior cry, she dove into the ocean causing quite the splash before the water stilled ominously.  

There was no sign of her — had she disappeared? An alarming amount of time went by and the group shuffled nervously before she breached with all the elegance of a blue whale gasping and flopping onto her side. 

A few of the others joined Jester whooping as they splashed into the water, others set to tasks they thought were a little more pressing, like designating tents. 

With what little sun they had left, they had managed to hold a few fun activities and lots of conversations.

As the sun finally set the sweet cotton candy colors in the sky darkened and from its depths emerged twinkling lights, the mood changed along with it. Food was tossed on the grill, the inferno causing the aroma to fill the beach. Everyone’s mouth was watering, excited to finally dig in. 

Simi was trying to organize gluten-free buns on one side and regular on the other. “The veggie burgers have finished. I cooked them on their own so it’s all good. I’m about to cook the meat patties — last call for meat-free grilling” Lillia called to the group with a bright smile, expertly flipping the spatula in her hand and getting back to work when there were no complaints.

The large group slowly began making themselves plates of food and once everyone was situated, the group was silent for a brief moment before Alexis decided to strike up some conversation. 

“...I think that would be a great idea, don’t you guys think?” 

The sounds of wood crackling could be heard in the background. Sepha watched as the smoke turned into the black of the burning wood and then to the fire-y orange and undertones of red. It had only turned out that way when she watched as one of the women drizzled more fluid over the fire. 

Looking to her left, she saw a welcoming smile and couldn’t help but feel guilty for not hearing the rest of what had been said.

“Sorry?” Sepha asked, watching as the rest of the group surrounding the fire laughed at her in confusion. 

“What kind of scary stories are you into? You know… typical gory types or mystery, maybe romance—” Lillia repeated emphasizing the last genre. 

“Murder mysteries are the most interesting…” At this, Amunet smiled at Sepha’s response and she couldn’t help but return it. 

“I like romance! You know the ones where people just go camping to see the stars, and the moonlight and it just smells like chocolate and marshmallows.” All eyes followed the light voice which sounded across the fire, belonging to none other than Kyub. Gabi couldn’t help but share a hopeless shrug with Sepha, who poked at the fire with her long stick. 

The fire gave a loud crackle, “Sounds nice...but with this kind of night when there’s no moon and just the sound of nature around you — it kind of makes you want to tell scary stories for the fun of it.” Alexis seemed to agree to Sepha’s last sentiment and continued roasting the marshmallow. 

“You’re right, though. Just darkness and nature, makes me think of murder.” Bubbles started up again which only earned a dry chuckle from across the circle. 

Mae spoke up for the first time, saying “morbid, but sure, what the hell” as she fidgeted with her own stick, apparently inventing something the campers could only assume was a s’more kebab. She seemed to struggle immensely considering the graham crackers didn’t have any holes in them for her stick. But they all watched, intrigued, as Mae continued stacking: cracker, marshmallow, chocolate, cracker, marshmallow, chocolate, cracker—

“What are you doing?” This time, the voice came from just outside the circle, Amunet was returning from her tent wearing a thick navy blue pullover sweater. She was looking at Mae’s invention with an arch to her brow but otherwise unphased. 

“What does it look like?” retorted Mae,  gently waving the kebab around for everyone to see which earned a couple of laughs from everyone as a graham cracker broke off. Mae’s resulting cursing drew even more laughs. 

Lillia began to clap, “A’ight! Let’s start with some stories eh?” She looked around, giving everyone her signature friendly smile before settling on Sepha. “I think you should start some things off Seph, with you know, all that murder mystery enthusiasm you have.” 

“Huh?” She was caught off guard, looking to see everyone anticipating eyes had fallen upon her and when she looked around the waiting company, she could see Kyub giving a soft encouraging smile. The nervous laugh bubbled out of Sepha's lips before she could stop it, and with a scuff of her feet against the sandy ground she was ready. 

“I-um—you guys ever hear that phrase,” The cautionary pause gave Sepha time to think it over, “You ain’t Jiving man?” There was a quick shake of Bubbles’ head to her far left.

“I have no idea what that means.” Jester hummed stabbing at least twelve marshmallows with a long skewer-like-stick. Another culinary mad genius. 

“It’s from the 70s, all that slang shit. Supposed to mean: ‘Is that the truth?’ Or at least the equivalent to it.” That earned hums all around as Sepha licked her lips, wondering how to start off her story. Mae and Jester smiled encouragingly as Sepha shook her head to focus herself before diving in. 

“Well, that phrase kind of relates to this story...at least kind of...maybe...I don’t know,” Sepha watched as Mae grabbed at the remains of a broken graham cracker, her frustration obvious enough in the way she picked at the pieces but it only earned her a cheeky smile from Bubbles who was right next to her. “I’m sure you guys heard of the case of Ted Bundy right? You know, infamous serial killer.” 

“He was fucking insane and not even handsome. I don’t even know what girls saw in him during that time.” As she spoke, Jester’s face twisted like she had bitten into a lemon and all Sepha could do was nod in agreement. She watched the fire again, poking at it and watching the ash burn up to the surface. 

“Well...I’m gonna tell a survivor story. Her name was Carol DaRonch, one of Bundy’s survivors and—”

“We should call her Katie! For, you know, copyright reasons.” This time the voice belonged to Bubbles; it was soft but managed to grab everyone’s attention in time before they could all fully dive into the story. At her suggestion, Sepha nodded and chuckled, poking at the fire once more, sending an array of sparkle-like embers into the night sky. She quickly moved the toe of her boot just enough to not get any of the burnt ash on it. 

Sepha nodded vigorously again and continued.

“Yeah...yeah let’s call her Katie…” she licked her lips once more and looked up to see the dark depths of the night sky there wasn’t a cloud in sight. When the group stared at the fire they could almost hear the sound of Marvin Gaye. The campers could feel the heat wash over them, in a way that reflected the heat of Florida. 

“It was a college party...in the summer of 1974….” 

“Okay, well that was dark. Interesting, but dark. I like it.” Mae had shifted from her seat on a log onto the dirt beneath, slumping with her back against the bark lethargically. Others nodded in agreement.

“Shall we lighten the mood with a happier story?” Bubbles asked, lifting her hands to warm them above the lively fire. It was quiet for a second before Mae spoke up again.

“I have one.” She changed her posture to sit slightly straighter when all eyes were on her. “It’s about a couple that got turned into fairies while camping in the woods one summer night.”

“Is that a drug reference?” Lillia raised a skeptical eyebrow.

“No.” Mae frowned.

“Knowing you, ‘turning into fairies’ could mean anything.” Lillia shrugged, earning chuckles from the group. The fire crackled just as Mae sent a sharp glare at the woman, but her lips betrayed her as they began to curl upwards at the teasing.

“My story has nothing to do with drugs— but it does involve magic.” This caught the attention of the crowd. “Did you know that fairies occupy many wooded areas around the world? Yeah, they tend to hide from humans, but in desperate times they can use their powers to recruit our help, just as they did last summer. 

“It happened somewhere in the Rocky Mountains in August of last year…”

Those scattered around the fire were left captivated by the fantastical tail Mae had spun. They had even paused from their s’more-making escapades, each slowly contemplating the idea of fairies. Some eyed the surrounding area outside the camp, others picked up where they left off preparing more marshmallows for their delicious dessert endeavors. In amongst the slowly roasting marshmallows was one completely engorged in flames. 

“Uh, Jester your marshmallow is on fire?” 

“Yup, that’s how I like them” She grinned brightly with green eyes sparkling full of mischief as she blew out the fireball that had encased the blackened crispy confectionary that once resembled a marshmallow. She shoved it into her mouth and shouted “My turn!”

“I have a good one.” Jester’s sharp grin seemed to be hiding something. “Hold onto your hats, this one is from my trip to Greece. You must always be careful when you travel to another country because anything can happen.

“It started in Mykonos...”

“And that’s what happens when you meet strangers in another country. I should have learned from the first two times I went overseas” Jester shrugged “Wild stuff, though”

“Actually no” Gabi interjected, pointing her finger in a pause gesture while she collected her thoughts. 

“Nope” Kyub’s eyes were wide; she blinked, once, twice in disbelief. Before she shook her head as if trying to rattle the thoughts back into place.

“That’s famously not what happens when you meet strangers in another country” Gabi continued her thought with a small sound of concern. 

“Yeah, I’m with them — that is most definitely not what happens.” Sepha laughed as Jester looked up confused. “Most people don’t go home with strangers, though, so I guess you could be right.”

“I mean yeah, that one was my bad I guess” Jester laughed.

“Who’s next?” Amunet asked excitedly, wishing to listen to more of the nightly stories.

Kyub looked a little nervous but after taking a deep breath she was determined to unleash her summer tale by way of pictures on her phone. “Mine isn’t exactly a story, I have some photos that I took over the summer that I think really tell a story. It was in a cemetery” her voice was sweet and gentle. 

“We would love to see!” Alexis smiled reassuring the young girl. Everyone seemed intrigued by the idea of the photos and how they would tell the story.

“It’s up to interpretation...”

“That is amazing, how did that even happen?” 

“You know the saying, ‘a picture is worth one thousand words’ and you have two” Jester grinned “like he is keeping the flowers a secret or like the flowers are something he loves and cherishes but keeps hidden.” Other voices chimed in:

“It feels so sad.”

“It feels so jarring that the colour is stripped away.”

“I like to think the first image is kinda, like, wistful or reminiscing and then when he looks down it is the reality.”

The entire camp seemed hit with raw emotion. There was a collective look of disbelief and someone sighed “That is so well done.”

Everyone had finished their stories and games for the evening and numbers started dwindling as the late hour took the sleepy camp goer’s. They all were settling for the evening, tents and sleeping bags rustling in the background alongside the occasional giggle, whisper and yawn.

Rolling out the khaki green bedroll, was Jester looking small in the contrasting light from the fire and shadow from the night. 

“Jester, where are you sleeping, do you wanna share a tent?” Gabi asked, deciding to offer a shelter. 

“Nah, I got my swag, I’m gonna lay by the fire and watch the sky.” She laid back and squinted up at the stars. “You should visit my little corner of the world where the stars look like milk.”

Credits: Thank you @youarejesting for working on this masterlist and @kyub for doing the amazing banner! And thank you to all of our writers, editors and betas who worked hard on this project: @youarejesting , @kyub, @dead-starlight, @bubblebunnylia, @sweetnspicy93, @bussy-posts, @jiminniethemarshmallow​, @moccahobi​, @yourmoonchild1023​, @jung-hoseok-s-airplane​, and @hesperantha​ for betaing the masterlist!!! 

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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,

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yes i meant how she acts sorry iguhsdg and,, what about,,, another claires,, like claire bradley for example? (if its not too spoiler-y for the comic that is)

ur ok!!! gdhusdgid im tryign 2 avoid spoilers so m sorry if this is vague lmao

i gave u both the other claires

claire bradley -

SHE IS HORRIBLE AND STINKY AND BAD AND I HATE HER VERY MUCH shes done nothing good ever. she fucked ur wife and left she even fucked my wife man. NO in all seriousness shes rlly cunning and way smarter than she acts. she puts on the ‘hehe im such a dummy!’ face but she can and will fuck u over in a heartbeat. shes way faster than ashe which is. insane. her biggest flaw, however, is shown later. she was super close to Lillia and loved her more than anything in the world... good sisters i love their dynamic

claire adler -

GUN MOTORCYCLE LESBIAN WHO BEAT YOU UP god i love claire adler. she could kill me and WILL kill me. shes sassy and owns it like the queen she is. shes probably silently judging everyone and didnt take the immortality card well. claire uses two guns instead of just one but shes pretty slow which is her downside. she just wants to die man nothing more?? shes also really into making flower crowns and bracelets but like hell thats public knowledge. u find out about her flower hobby she will... probably shoot you sdghuigkdj. she finds noel really annoying lol