#starters: viego

[lichtundschattens]

to: @n1ghtsongs, @ethercvl, @sparkledcrowns, @shvdwscng, @slivertm, @vivianvaldemar

"I had never seen the sea before." The words left him quietly, barely above the sound of the waves rolling onto the shore, as if spoken more to himself than to anyone else. It was a confession uttered to the wind, to the vast, endless stretch of water before him. At this point, he had grown used to being his own sole company. And yet, with another standing so close, perhaps it was an invitation, however unintended, for conversation.

Viego stood motionless, toes buried in the damp sand as the tide reached for him, then slunk away just as quickly. The sensation was strange. How could something so powerful, so relentless, also be so fleeting? He let the sand slip between his fingers, watching as they scattered with the wind, disappearing before he could grasp onto them fully.

"The ocean," he mused after a moment, testing the word as if it were something foreign on his tongue. "Something said to be endless. Salty. Mysterious."

[slivertm]

CLOSED ; for @lichtundschattens’ VIEGO

her stomach roils upon seeing the mess of black curls. iphigenia doesn’t need confirmation of who it is — even a lookalike is enough to trigger the full bodied experience of regret. immediately, she’s moving through the crowd, pushing against the traffic in a move to make it far enough out of sight. she’d mow down her own father if it meant weaving through faster. in this sort of state of heightened anxiety, she knew from past experience that winnowing might have her falling directly into a lake or face first into an armoire.

her hand hits the stucco edge of the nearest wall, cradling her head from banging against it as she heaves out the content of breakfast — ritual of every mythic sighting of her former lover.tt

[courtfallen]

— closed starter for @lichtundschattens // 𝖘��𝖎𝖗𝖆𝖑 𝖔𝖚𝖙! ( viego & morrigan — an overgrown balcony in a dusty wing of the dusk court palace. high gloaming. )

𝔴𝔦𝔫𝔡𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔬𝔴𝔰, flesh-rot and bone, earth-sink and hollows, down she goes — the seer feels the flutters at the peripheral of her vision first, then all she sees tunnels out before her, a long, unending corridor, and sharp bells ring continuous in her ears. these are the symptoms, the sign-posts, for her visions. her soul is tethered to her corporeal cage as she seeks distance from the world, a pocket in her surroundings where she can drift, float, detach, undetected. by the time the world has been obliterated by the rush that overcomes her, she's fallen to her knees on the cold, biting stone of the forgotten balcony — the dying vines that surround it and strangle the balustrade create the perfect frame for her: stars twinkling, a waxing moon, hues of bruise-purple and mycena-orange. she's alone, safe, thicketed away where no one might see.

she leaves her body on this little ledge of a great, ivory monstrosity ( and, for once, she's happy to leave ) — and high above, she sees the silvery shapes of dragons gliding through a sea of grey clouds. but what comes next is perilous d e s c e n t. she feels it, a churning pull from the center of her formless self, drawing her downward to the abyss of a spiraling gyre. the voices that come are shredded shrieks; they know the name of terror, the cloak of death, and the songs of devils. one by one, she's greeted by these entities — calm, inviting hosts, but forces of ancient, terrible nature. the ones that twist and wrench until the belly of the cauldron cracks and life spills out. a silvery tincture, a lifestream, a rill of broken dreams.

from it, she must drink to survive. she is handed a chalice filled to the brim, coaxed to throw her head back, and guzzle down its contents. she tastes iron and ash, pomegranate and rutabega, and from inside, it burns her away, memories and scars and all, until there is nothing left. she's screaming, still, somehow. and she hears it — hears the sound of her own voice ripping through the veil from all sides. from the nebulous smoke that surrounds her, a path erupts. a spiraling staircase ascends, steps of smooth bone and sparking carapace — but it spirals out forever. how long must she follow until she's free?

another's voice syncopates musically with her ragged scream. it's beautiful, and strange, but somehow familiar, dancing out there past the shrouds of her madness.

and she knows she's not alone.

[avengerang]

# 𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆 , an independent , selective   &   crossover friendly RP blog for 𝐀𝐊𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐍  —  The Rogue Sentinel from LEAGUE OF LEGENDS , Mun   &   Muse +21 , absolved by Fungi [ she/her; they/them ]  , heavy topics, gore, potential nsfw warning  ,  personals DNI

𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐒 : @nameaprice

𝗕𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐋 : @wandergrief

  𝐈. 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎.    𝐈𝐈. 𝐑𝐏 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.    𝐈𝐈𝐈. 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐎 .

𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 :

Important info :

I will take the liberty to add a little pre/post Ruination lore to him. Unless stated otherwise, the canon portrayal on this blog will be heavily tied with @sanddornn . He is partnered up with her after the Viego dilemma happened. Not shipped, single. Just two people who lost very important people in their lives and trying to get them back and having a fucking wild ride about realizing it leads to nothing in the end :)

I. Mun ≠ Muse ; I think that much is clear. Any statements that come up ic are not specifically my own.

II. No God modding ; Small liberties like change of scene and such are totally fine and do not have to be discussed. You can hurt him, shove him or whatever, just keep in mind that my muse will react accordingly. Do not assume reactions and write my muses actions.

III. You can always message me for plotting or headcanons if we are mutuals. ; However, I prefer if things play out naturally. We do not necessarily have to plot out every thread till the end. I am more than happy writing and see how things develop.

IV. You can always send a starter, no need to ask! ; Again, if we are mutuals. Same goes for sending me rp prompts to my inbox, memes, or whatnot. You are also free to tag me in dashgames! My prompts have no expiration date. Just make sure you link the post if it was a meme from a while ago (so I do not lose the last bit of sanity)

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VII. I won’t write NSFW with minors. Mun or muse. Please make sure to have the age somewhere on your blog before interacting. If smut happens, it will be under 'keep reading'.

VIII. Shipping: I am a huge sucker for ships. If said thing happens, keep in mind my muses are multiship, means that every ship takes place in its own universe. I do have to see chemistry between muses tho, let it be through rp or just nerding about them. I would like to have at least a thread or interaction beforehand ♥

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[ruinedissonance]

𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠...

“My Liege?” 

When the summons had come for him, the young prince was found sprawled face down on the floor inside a nondescript tavern in a dingy part of town from a night of merriment and drinking. Such a sight of indignity was unbecoming of a royal heir. But it is here where he hath absconded himself to hide away from the prying eyes of the royal court. Away from the vultures and political despots with their own kingdoms behind their eyes. Here he was free to do as he pleased as a spare, not an heir. Free to have friends and make merry, to make music, to make love...

“...What business?” came the groggy retort. 

“It is a matter of great urgency, m’lord. Your father, The King... He is gravely ill. You are to be summoned back at court. We are afraid he might draw his last breath.”

“Call for my brother then.” The prince had now forced himself to sit up right, clutching his throbbing head from the traces of last night’s wine. “Is he not to be your King?”

There was a sudden quiet pause that came from the herald, and the prince grows impatient of it. “Speak, or remove yourself from my sight.”

“Sire, I... I do not wish to be the barer of this dire news. But your brother was killed, not a week gone by. His forces pressed on to the western fold, and that is where he had met his end.”

A long beat. The news of this rocks Viego to his core, which gives him a sudden sense of sobriety and vertigo. Why does it feel as if the earth had just crumbled beneath his feet and swallowed him whole? An insurmountable weight now rest upon his shoulders...

𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 ;

All Hail, All Hail... 

The ceremonial procession through a crowd of onlookers felt like an eternity. Royal subjects watched with reverence as their new King is installed. He may have inherited this kingdom ― a kingdom torn by war on all fronts, inside and out. But it feels as though the kingdom now owns him. What remains of the previous regime shall now suffer the indignity of serving him, the wayward son they had so revile and disapprove.

“Is Your Majesty willing to take the oath?”

With bated breath Viego recites, “I am willing.”

Though witnesses of his coronation would not hear the tremble in his voice as he sat rigid upon his father’s― brother’s throne. He had never sought for it. Already he feels the real weight of the crown that was now placed so soon upon his head and the Great Sword he now must bare.

‘Be thy hands, anointed. Be thy breast, anointed. Be thy head, anointed. As Kings and priests and prophets were anointed ages before you.’

Oils and oaths, and orbs and scepters, symbol upon symbol. An unfathomable web of arcane mystery and liturgy blurring so many lines. Useless decorum. It was madness. Put away pomp and circumstance, pull away the veil and what are you left with?

An ordinary young man, with modest ability, and little imagination. Foolish and brash and young.

Still, the crowds had cheered. Peoples of Camavor rejoice! Word of his lavish coronation was proclaimed far and wide across the lands. Allies and enemies receive news of this. A young King newly thrust upon this ancient throne, who possessed neither the inclination nor the aptitude for rulership, suddenly found himself crowned. Far too young to reign. How should he prove himself now that he inherits too much power?

The stage is now set. The pieces are moving. ♛

[ruinarei]

@heraldofzaun // ask and ye shall receive.

THIS CITY REEKS OF CHAOS. not in the same way the mist does, nor the same way his bleeding heart gives into an array of violent emotions, but in the same way a living thing pulsates & writhes, almost as if it breathes. it disgusts him, much about it, but something within this landscape calls for him. is it HER, her calling and her luminous soul? is it something else entirely? oh, surely she would not waste her time in such barren wasteland, unbefitting of her beauty.  viego de camavor does not know, then, what winds brought him to this odd land, but he will discover, for nary a thing shall escape his sight, his ever-expanding grasp as the mist rolls over runeterra, a terrifying omen in itself.

that said, what keeps him here is both curiosity and the need to assess what he must defeat to bring world to heel, so it listens to his calling. thousand years is a long time to slumber and despite his brash demeanor, he knows conquest comes with the mounting need of knowledge.

he may be monster, but he is no fool.

“—they call you the HERALD, do they not?” his voice echoes from as he takes form from the coiling magic of the mists, slipping into the workshop of one of zaun’s most notable. glowing gaze upon the machines, the undead seems to muse upon this so-called techmaturgy. he has heard of it, through the spirits he has taken—but what use does it have that magic cannot tend to? “what a funny little title for such an odd little man.”

[obliviorum]

STARTER CALL // NOT ACCEPTING For @akurse​ ★ 

The   curtain   of   mist   was   feared   by   his   creatures   and   the   sound   of   death   and   madness   drove   them   far   from   where   Malzahar   stood   —   observing   contemplative   so,   he   had   limbs   crossed   upon   the   expanse   of   exposed   chest,   feeling   a   force   of   insatiable   hunger   (   just   like   the   godly   presence   of   the   Void),   coming   into   his   direction.   An   all-devouring   and   refined   eagerness   rode   him   in,   beholding   from   not   afar   the   silhouette   of   another   —   powerful,   indeed...   But   weakened   by   comical   insanity   too.   ❝   The   legend   is   true,   it   seems.   ❞   Vocals   came   from   the   coffin   of   his   throat,   smirk   jazzing   upon   veiled   tiers   (   for   the   mask   shall   never   be   lowered!   ).   ❝   May   I   admit   I'm   a   little   bit   disappointed,   my   king?   ❞

[saey707]

My Masterlist (❁⸝⸝ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈⸝)✧

This is a compiled list of all of my current works! Since I haven't written many champions quite yet, you can find my works based on their category. You can find the list below!

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Index ₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ.

➣ Requests ➣ Yandere Legends ➣ Sentence Starters ➣ Free Writes / Open Prompt ➣ Personal Works / OC Pieces

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Notes:

I have placed a heart right next to every piece. Female reader works will be colored pink, and gender-neutral reader works will be colored green. Any male reader works will be blue. I have also placed a 🔞 next to every smut piece (finally!).

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✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　requests　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

💚 → Arcane Jayce tries to win you over with his inventions [Arcane Jayce x Oblivious! Reader]

💚 → You meet Viktor and go on a date with him (Bonus: You are Deaf!) [Viktor x Disabled! Reader]

💚 → Sett and you play fight [Sett x Fighter! Reader]

💚 → Gwen goes on adventures with you [Gwen x Mercenary/Adventurer! Reader]

🩷 → Your relationship with the big red meanie Aatrox [Aatrox x Reader]

💚 → You are an artist and your partner (Jayce/Shen) is your muse (ft. SFW and NSFW sections!) [Jayce x Artist! Reader & Shen x Artist! Reader]

💚 → Your relationship with Lux [Lux x Knight! Reader]

🩷 → You have a huge crush on Ezreal but he's too much of a blockhead to notice you adore him [Oblivious! Ezreal x Reader]

🩷 → Aatrox "cooks" for you [Chef! Aatrox x Reader]

💚 → Your relationship with Akali [Akali x Reader]

🩷 → You are an android that remembers what it's like to be human again with Viktor (Includes: How you meet, your romance, and Viktor's Glorious Evolution!) [Viktor x Android! Reader]

🩷 -> Your relationship with Yasuo [Yasuo x Reader]

💚 -> You are a tailor and love making Gwen clothes [Gwen x Reader]

💚🔞 -> You grow distant from your girlfriend Leona [Yandere! Leona x Reader]

💚 -> You are a gentle soul and Yone doesn't think you can survive on your own [Yandere! Yone x Reader]

🩷 -> Your relationship with Neeko [Neeko x Reader]

🩷🔞 -> Thresh wants to preserve your mortal innocent [Spirit Blossom Thresh x Reader]

💚 -> Akali, Shen, and Zed as your lover (Individual Headcanons) [Akali x Reader, Shen x Reader, & Zed x Reader]

🩷 -> You have low self-esteem and Viego tries to make you see your worth and beauty [King! Viego x Reader]

💚 -> Wholesome summer headcanons with Yone [Yone x Reader]

💚 -> Which Noxian yandere? [Yandere Swain x Reader]

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　all things heartsteel!　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

💚🔞 → Submissive Kayn headcanons [Kayn x Reader]

💚 → A day in with a rockstar/popstar! [Kayn x K/DA! Reader]

💚 → Kayn gets kicked out of his old band and you comfort him [Kayn x Reader]

💚 → You have self-harm tendencies and Kayn can't help but worry about you [Kayn x Reader]

🩷🔞 → Kayn admires the marks you left all over him the night prior [Kayn x Reader]

🩷🔞 → Discord Convo pics of a conversation between MC and Kayn

💚 → How Aphelios shows affection towards you [Aphelios x Reader]

🩷 → Discord Convo pics of a conversation between MC and Aphelios

💚 → Kayn feels like his crush is one-sided and is jealous of the others [Kayn x Reader]

💚 → Toxic boyfriend Kayn [Kayn x Reader]

💚 → Boyfriend Sett headcanons [Sett x Reader]

🩷🔞 → Kayn is obsessed with your boobs headcanons [Kayn x Reader]

💚 → You and Yone are penpals and have a chance encounter one day [Yone x Reader]

🩷🔞 → Ezreal is inexperienced and insecure but wants to be intimate with you [Ezreal x Reader]

💚 → Aphelios worships your body [Aphelios x Chubby! Reader]

💚 → Jealous and possessive Kayn headcanons [Kayn x Reader]

💚 → You and Yone sing together [Yone x Reader]

🩷 → Kayn wants to prove he can provide for you and your unborn child [Kayn x Pregnant! Reader]

🩷 → You and Sett collab! [Sett x Designer! Reader]

🩷🔞 → Paranoiac: You make a "home video" with 3 Heartsteel boys [(Yone & Kayn & Ezreal) x Reader]

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　yandere singles　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

🩷 → Viego

🩷 → Seraphine

💚 → Yone

💚🔞 → Jhin

💚 → Viego (2)

🩷🔞 → Viktor

💚 → Yone (2)

🩷 -> Yone (3)

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　kinktober 2023　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

🩷🔞 -> Day 1: Viego (Masturbation)

💚🔞 → Day 2: Yone (Daddy)

🩷🔞 -> Day 3: Viktor (Stuck in Wall)

💚🔞 → Day 4: Jhin (Spanking)

💚🔞 → Day 5: Kayn (Gags)

💚🔞 → Day 7: Sett (Buttjob)

💚🔞 → Day 8: Viego (Netorare)

🩷🔞 -> Day 9: Jinx (Costumes)

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　sentence starters　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

💚 → Viktor: "I don't understand, why are you doing this?"

💚 → Jayce: "Forgive me." & "I never should have left you."

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　free writes　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

💚 → Your first kiss with Spirit Blossom Yone [Spirit Blossom! Yone x Reader]

💚 → How you met (dad bod) Shen and leading up to the first date [Big Boy! Shen x Reader]

💚 → All The Things She Said: You are an Ionian and meet the peculiar Piltie Seraphine [Seraphine x Ionian! Reader]

💚 → As We Fall: Jayce reminisces with Caitlyn about his old friend and you [drabble of the Battlecast universe ft. Reader mention]

🩷🔞 -> Just Let Go: Erlok Grael takes your kindness the wrong way [Erlok Grael x Reader]

💚 -> Mi Querida: Headcanons of you and modern musician Viego [Dissonance of Pentakill! Viego x Reader]

💚 -> Stubborn as a Reaper: Your secret relationship with a needy ninja [Kayn x Reader]

💚 -> Mutualistic: Thresh sits on a throne and you have a seat right beside him [Thresh x Reader]

🩷 -> Crazy In Love: You are the only thing on Kayn's mind [Kayn x Reader]

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　lol event / oc pieces　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Targonite: Jayce x Aya Ashina

Mutaris, The Dissonance: League Event Story

Cosmic Flame With a Touch of Ora: Odyssey Kayn! x Aya Ashina

[felixiecit]

don't talk about me like you might know how i feel .

↪ 𝑫𝑶𝑵'𝑻 𝑺𝑴𝑰𝑳𝑬 𝑨𝑻 𝑴𝑬 . ( lyric starters )

"Viego, I-" Ezreal paused, he couldn't believe it. This was the guy he heard about in ancient texts. He couldn't help but freeze up for many reasons. Some being that he didn't know what he was truly capable of and what to say to him. He didn't expect to be heard.

This was the one time the explorer found himself speechless, he couldn't run away either, what if other's were watching nearby? "You um, you really need better coping skills. Here, let's try this again." Ezreal you idiot, he thought to himself. Extending out a hand.

"This is awful energy, I'm Ezreal. and you?"

[cyfaredd-a]

@theabyssalmuses​ asked: ❝ you talk so beautifully, i can listen to you for hours. ❞ - Viego to Isolde :plead: :plead:

witcher: blood of elves starters  |  accepting

Bright blue hues gazed at the king,  the warmth never once seeming to fade while she was by his side.  Together they had been walking hand-in-hand through the castle’s gardens,  enjoying another beautiful day as they so often did.  She remembered the first time that he’d shown her the beauty of the castle grounds and the hours they’d spent together taking in the view together,  simply enjoying eachothers’ company.  Even before they’d gotten married they’d spent so much time together in this place that it felt almost sacred to her. 

At his words,  the queen couldn’t help but gently squeeze his hand,  her thumb gently rubbing over his knuckles as she did.  Of course she already knew this to be true;  he’d already done that exact thing so many times before.  Though she knew it couldn’t have been much interest to him,  Viego had happily listened to her talk about her previous job as a seamstress,  her favourite fabrics to work with and the stories of customers she’d had.  For that, she was grateful to him   —   after all,  the last one she’d talked about to this had been her precious doll.

❝   As could I to you.  Though...   ❞

Alas,  a perfect moment could be only that:  a moment.

Isolde was far more aware than even he seemed to be as to the feelings of the people  [ particularly his advisors and the others in his court ]  as to how much more time he was spending with her than attending to his duty as king.  As much as she wished their time together could last,  if he neglected his duties for too long, she feared what might happen.

❝   Perhaps we should go back inside soon?  It’s getting late into the afternoon now and i’m certain that I heard one of your advisors say that they needed to talk to you soon.  We can come back out here tomorrow though,  if you would like,  My King.   ❞

[worldly-diversity]

Closed starter for @thekavseklabs​. This was meant to be an ask but as you can see, Thresh got away from me xD For Spades~

What an… Interesting place he found himself in. The Rift had held no clues to where it would lead beyond a calling, a whispering pull in the back of his mind that beckoned him ceaselessly from the moment he had first discovered it within the bowels of the isle, deeper even than the archives he had guarded so long ago. The promises it held were difficult to resist but he managed, day by day, absorbing the black mist that held him and forcing it to his will, every conquest a step closer to freedom.

But so too did the Rift whisper of freedom, of entirely different worlds out there waiting for him to reap and rend and destroy all ope within. Oh how it crept within the recesses of his mind, every refute useless against its incessant pulling. And thresh could not escape the call any more than he could escape the island. but why should he refuse? Even if he had things he wished to accomplish here, same as he could there but in a world known to him—

A world that can chain you.

Yes, that was true enough. The mad king's power, his Ruination, had chained him here in the place of his life and isolation, neither alive nor dead yet not one with the mists either. His will had prevailed where no other had by remaining himself through the onslaught of dark power, even though he had been right in the center of the Ruination's origin… A feat no other could call his own. But Viego had made him this, albeit unwittingly. Viego could undo him, of this thresh held no doubt. Vast as Runeterra was, they should never need to meet again, but the risk remained…

So, what choice remained? It took another month for Thresh to answer the call, having chosen to seclude himself from even his ambitions into the library and archives, he needed more information before agreeing to the call. But now, at last, he was ready. He did not need to conquer the mist, the Rift would separate them, that much was apparent. He would be able to create his own from what he'd absorbed in time should he so wish, but the souls Viego's Ruination had claimed would remain here.

Silence greeted him as his form passed through the Rift into his first glimpse of a new word, endless possibilities stretched out before him. Oh he was going to enjoy this. But first, he would get his bearings, discover if there were any limitations on his powers that his calculations had not accounted for. That would take time, but he had as much of that as he could possibly need. The only finite was the number of souls at his disposal.

It wasn't long before some fool or other in odd and unfamiliar clothing witnessed his large yet skeletal form crossing the plains through which he had arrived. There was life not too far from here, perhaps the Rift had been detected by the local populace. No matter, what better way to test himself than with a soul so readily offering itself up for sacrifice. Of course, that wasn't the soul's intention, but Thresh cared little for such trivialities

"How very interesting." Catching this mortal was not as simple as he was used to, or perhaps this was no civilian. Indeed the man had powers of his own to resist Thresh with, but soon his scythe tore through the man's form and pulled his soul into his trusted lantern. It would serve him, and bear its knowledge to him, and so would others, in due time.

Finally, he chose to explore, using the darkness of the night as his cover. He didn't need an entire town chasing him after all. That was when he discovered that no longer being bound to the Shadow Isles meant he had regained access to his human appearance. Thresh by now far preferred his much more impressive skeletal form, but this would work best for stealth.

That was how he found the underground hideout. The skill necessary to create such an interesting complex was admirable, but Thresh had tricks of his own up his sleeve, ones that allowed him to navigate the ever changing labyrinth with little to no effort despite being without a guide. He had researched this place before entering, naturally. He knew now of the heroes and their struggle with this place, one that seemed as eager as he was to claim the lives of others. It was only a pity Thresh could not experience the despair of those brutes himself as they pitted themselves against one another for a 'villain's' entertainment.

Finally he found himself within a large room, a throne at the end that briefly reminded him of Viego, before he banished the thought. Dark brown eyes glowed a deep, eerie green for a moment as he approached the figure atop it. Again, unlike anything he had ever seen, though both this place and Runeterra had its fair share of humans. How very interesting.

"I find myself impressed with your organisation." He offered, a light smirk playing upon his lips, human form employed both to pass incognito on the streets but now also to keep others from being intimidated and attacking him in a burst of fatal foolishness. "It is so rare to find others with similar tastes to mine, your methods are highly interesting."

He would wait and see how the other responded to his friendly advances, whether he would be spurned despite his open approach, or whether he would be accepted despite having come here uninvited. the place ad been designed to keep out those unwelcome after all, and thresh had made those bits of security look like parlour tricks. What comes next~?

[singulos]

STARTER CALL

This one is mostly for Viego, Mordekaiser or Volibear. I need to rp with them

[ruinedissonance]

I said I was going to be accomplishing everything (replies, starters and character info) over the weekend but since I had been on a 3-day 12-hour production shoot (with 4am call times) just this past week, I have sadly caught a bit of a cold and have been bed ridden so I have mostly been playing the Ruined King game for the past 48 hours and managed to complete 100%.

Viego kept ruining my ASS so that took a while. 

Honestly the game was very very good at what it does. I thoroughly enjoyed it. Although I do have some thoughts on Viego’s back story, nothing was drastically changed in his lore, thank god. 

They were few and far between, but we were given some delicious small nuggets about his past and more importantly (to me) how he governed his kingdom as a sovereign. 

With that said.

Sometimes I do sit here and stare at this blog and think if I should just convert this into canon!Vigeo main. Are people still interested in interacting with my take on penta!Viego? Would you all be more interested in base!Vigeo? I don’t really know... sometimes I am scared to put my thoughts, headcanons and interpretations here, so I tend to be discreet with them. I wish I could bounce my ideas off with anyone.

Anyway, I will be trying to chip away at what I can and you can all also catch me over at @chemxkill​ (Finn from ARCANE).

Feel free to bother me in my DMs if you must.

[sanguiresse]

“ Uncle . . . Do you believe monsters are born, or made? ”

FANTASY STARTERS.

     Camavor has lovely gardens. It's nothing like the flora back home— and that's for the best. The land that Vladimir has known is decrepit, barren, and harsh. But here, everything seems to have a natural inclination towards life. The ferns are bright and green, the flowers fragrant and lush. Warm summer air stirs with a slight breeze, and Vladimir walks through, with Viego at his side.

     But the question surprises him. He cants his head to the side, eyeing Viego curiously. And then his attention returns to some lilies. He carefully places his fingers under the petals, to examine the flower closer.

     "That's an interesting question," Vladimir says, his words careful and guarded. Has Viego discovered his true nature, then? Has he delved into the rumors of sorcery and bloodbaths? No, he reminds himself. They are too far from that. Camavor is too far. There's an entire ocean between here and there.

     But he is not in the habit of lying. And he has no intentions of starting with Viego. Vladimir sighs. His fingers are delicate against the lily, and he lets go.

     "My dear Viego," he says, "there is a monster in all of us."

[fatings]

@bilgequeen   ruined   starter.

               𝐔𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍   𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐓   trails   its   way   around   her,   casual   as   ever   standard   of   him   —   all   the   worse   in   its   nonchalance.   he   smiles   at   her   &&   tips   his   hat,   coming   to   a   stand-still   just   a   few   steps   in   front   of   her.   none   of   it   betrays   the   unease   held   deep   within   ,   that   ever   growing   hole   that   it   seemed   not   even   the   mist   had   managed   to   fill.   part   of   him   wishes   to   grab   her,   to   shake   her   &&   ask   just   what   the   hell   she   was   willingly   joining   this   mess   for   —   -   -   ...   

                  but,   he   had   no   place   to   comment,   really.

      ❝   howdy,   sarah.   ❞   he   speaks,      inclining   head   in   curious   motion.   ❝   ...   didn'   know   that   viego   young'un   would   go   on   and   scoop   you   up.   ❞   why   would   you   let   him?   ❝   not   too   busy   for   lil'   ol'   me,   are   ya   ?   ❞   as   if   he   would   go   anywhere   otherwise.   

[bringmisery]

@amechanicalgirl​ said:  “do you ever just go “wow, i have a lot of repressed anger”?”    ( tumblr text post starters.    a. )

      ❝ uuuh, no, that would require me to like... care about stuff. ❞ She waves a paw dismissively, a motion which Shadow mimics. If she DID it would definitely be only towards like, her parents, but she considers that less ‘anger’ and more ‘deliberate, concentrated apathy.’ Yeah. Apathy is cool.

       ❝ i’m not the lame sort of person who gets upset about things. ❞ Okay, maybe she’s KIND OF upset that Viego turned out to be looking for HAPPINESS!! Or that Thresh decided he was ‘too cool’ to hang out with her and went to join the NORMIE CROWD instead. Okay, maybe she has a little bit of repressed anger. Only a little, though. ❝ if that’s a problem you have a lot, maybe you should try being less of a loser. ❞