BEDLAM WITCH

an original character for league of legends. open to asks and rp's. league characters only but oc's and canons welcome! tracks the tag bedlamwitch.

[run-playthings]

(( hello it has been a long time friends.

my life has been very busy. i moved at the end of august, spent a month living in a college dorm with friends, moved into a house, have been trying to find a job, but have, overall, been doing much better.

my anxiety/depression hasn’t been near as bad. i’ve been in a much better place. i keep busy and spend time with people a lot! i’ve also started going to the gym.

i’m really wanting to get back into role playing now that i’m in a better situation. ))

[bedlam-witch]

(( i’m trying to get back into rp’ing so my haitus is basically over! feel free to let me know if you’d like to continue a thread, start a new one, or anything else! ))

[bedlam-witch]

(( I owe a huge apology to everyone for the severe lack of activity or notice of haitus.  I sort of hit a writing rut and while I have muse for stuff, I also have very little motivation to write compared to the 500 other things I want to do.

I'd like to get better about it but trying to write is sort of like beating my head against a wall and hoping for a breakthrough.

I'm still up to answer asks, questions, or do plotting, but I'm not sure I can reliably muster up the ability to rp and respond to things.))

[erratic-onslaught]

While the girl and the hat “conversed” the troll was quick to dealing with whoever had the audacity to throw the last spear. They were as good as dead the instant he lept forward and rushed them down, ruthlessly wailing on them with dense fists as soon as he had them pinned in the snow, and would have likely killed them then and there if not for the girl’s second attempt at grabbing his attention.

The bloodied fist that had once again raised to deliver it’s next blow quickly stiffened to a halt. For a second his anger seemed to subside, remembering why he was here in the first place, and in turn the unruly head shifted to search for the source of the question. Unlike the previous glares, though his eyes were still wide in his rush there was something more focused in his gaze, it just barely more collected despite his still heavy pants, flared nostrils, and agape, elongated, and bared maw that still dripped with drool. He was hungry all right. Especially after all of this? He was starving. And now that everything had gone still and the not recent offended was trapped beneath his might, no one seemed to dare to encourage stirring his rage once more. The berserker did not move save for his heavy breathing. Now he was listening.

[bedlam-witch]

Yvette was rather pleased with herself for her seeming cleverness. Oh yes, she could be so terribly smart when she put some effort into it. Or at least, stopped thinking in a way that was so forward. She had gathered the troll's attention and quelled his rage all with a simple phrase. She stopped wringing her hands, instead letting them drop to her side, and approached the beast carefully. He was certainly ugly and terrible but Yvette had seen far worse. He was still flesh and blood, made of mortal bone that was tangible.

The thought gave her peace and eased her own concerns that he might, perhaps, last out again.

"Well, you're not that dumb, at least," she mused. Yvette pulled aside the heavy winter cloak draped over her thin frame. She pulled from it a thin, leather pouch, patched up with colorful fabric, and from that she withdrew a round piece of bread.

"It's not much. I don't eat, really," Yvette explained, though her tone had no apology in it. She crouched down and set it before the troll, nudging it forward with the tips of her fingers. Rabadon let out a hiss of air.

"What does it matter? Leave the beast. We have more important things to attend than feeding some deranged brute as if he were a thing of charity."

"I picked you up out of charity," Yvette responded, hugging her knees to herself. She kept her gaze level on the troll.

[strikewhenreadyarchive]

♘

♘:Cuddling in a blanket fort

"Why are we doing this," asked Rengar haltingly. He poked his head up to eye level to stare out at the rest of his den from inside the "fort" and felt his ears slick themselves back. "What is the point in making a tent of sheets?"

[strikewhenreadyarchive]

As powerful as the urge to lean away from the magic user was, Rengar didn’t. She was laying on him and it would do nothing so he craned his neck and head as far away from her as he could. At least she was staying on his right side where he could see her clearly. 

"I don’t see why I couldn’t drink it but I haven’t ever done so." That should answer her question about having any in stock too. "What was that!" he demanded when he heard some sound above them and outside of the fort.

[bedlam-witch]

He reminded her an awful lot of a real cat, what with this whole desire to stop being touched. Unfortunately for him, that only served to provoke Yvette's irritating behaviors further. "Really?" she questioned, brows perking. "Wow. We should fix that."

Ah, yes, but there was Rabadon, always ready to ruin anything and everything. She looked up and let out a sigh of annoyance.

"That's Rabadon. Don't mind him. He doesn't know what fun is. He's too busy being a sourpuss," she answered.

"This is a waste of time. Thou shames me with thy antics," the hoarse voice called back.

[twistedtreantmeowkai-deactivate]

Sprout twirled in her hand as she was lifted up, waving up at the curious girl. And her hat too, considering Rabadon also looked down at her. Sprout gave the trapped soul a curious stare, before pointing up to the small sprout on her head. Did the girl in front of her have something like that too? But it saw! And talked!

This was all very confusing. But interesting.

"They are… children. Of sorts." Maokai began to explain, his voice growing fonder. "The last children of the Isles. I have… saved them, in those forms. This is why I warn you about the one atop me. Children can often be… mischievous. That one not so. She is young. Naive. Curious. Say hello, Sprout.”

Chirp.

[bedlam-witch]

Yvette's bright eyes rolled up to follow the sapling's motion. She adjusted Rabadon slightly before her gaze settled on the Treant and then back to Sprout.

"I don't like children," Yvette stated, moving the thumb on her other hand to brush over the sapling's head. "But they're quite alright like this." She smiled slightly. Most children were irritating little creatures but these ones were - endearing. They must have been ancient but it seemed they were still trapped with a child's mind.

"Are they Spirits?" Rabadon questioned.

[erratic-onslaught]

Her plea fell upon deaf ears and was only further muted by the furious shout that abruptly exploded out from his throat, the mighty troll bringing his pickaxe-like weapon over his head to bring it crashing down upon the girl. Screams were heard around the two as the hammer’s quaking impact shot snow into the air, but there was no crunch of bones to follow. No gasp, no sickening squish…not even a drop of blood was in sight. The adrenaline-pumped berserker was stunned in place. He didn’t understand. Where did-?

As soon as the voice spoke once again Hale’s head whipped around to glare at her from over his shoulder exactly to how a moment ago. Before she could finish speaking his body twisted to whip his arm around and hurl it forward, his heavy weapon flying from his grasp like a throwing axe eagerly rocketing directly toward the foreigner. His face was again twisted in rage as he sent it flying, a bark of a shout bursting out as he flung the heaping weapon, but to those who watched with a careful enough eye something else would be noticed about his features; his mouth was…different. It was still fierce and furious, seeping puffs of white, hot air with each audible pant and stained teeth bared, but unlike before it almost resembled a dog muzzle, and was only shown more prominently to the girl as he stumbled with a short howl of pain before snarling loudly at another target of to the side with a javelin freshly jetting out of his back. Discolored lips twitched as his focus directed to the offender - the troll’s mouth was not in such a state when he charged for the girl but a moment ago.

[bedlam-witch]

Her face twisted up with horror as the weapon came crashing down to where she had been. That might have very well killed her or left her a sorry, whimpering wreck begging for death. Even Rabadon was disturbed, though the hat's expression was as neutral as ever. "Leave, Yvette," he warned but the order fell on deaf ears. She did not have much time to listen. The troll was no less angry than he had been a moment ago. She would dare say he was even more infuriated.

Yvette did not have much time to consider his face, but she did notice it. She reasoned it to be a trick of the light rather than anything worth while.

Her knees hit the snow and Yvette scrambled forward while the weapon fell heavy behind where she had been. "He's trying to kill me," she wailed, tugging at Rabadon as she stood. The troll's attention had been momentarily diverted, giving Yvette a chance to recollect herself.

"Oh, yes. Has thou just now figured that out? Was not the way he swung his weapon earlier obvious enough? Does thou wish to continue this game?" Rabadon sighed. She ignored his remarks.

The image of his face, twisted like a feral dog, came to mind. A ravenous creature... perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.

"Are you hungry?" she called, thin hands wringing together as she bounced from foot to foot. It seemed a rather strange question, but it wasn't as if anyone else had come up with a better solution.

[bedlam-witch]

(( Sorry about the lack of activity here. Been having a bit of a rough patch but I'm feeling better so I'll get around to doing things later today/tomorrow ))

[erratic-onslaught]

This was supposed to be simple. He was chasing down his meal, it ran through this village, all the humans started freaking out, and now here he was with a dagger in his arm, high pitched, human female and children screams filling his ears, and men with metal-tipped, sharp sticks (spears) trying to jab him. He just wanted to eat. It was the first time in a long, long while that he DIDN’T want to fight and THIS happens. Needless to say Hale was upset, though with the people he now tossed about like dolls and the vicious glare he shot around at anyone that so much as DARED look his way, perhaps “upset” was a severe understatement. He was surrounded by these miserable pink sacks of flesh. Some were running, the ones that approached to defend joined them as soon as he let out a horrific eruption of a roar when he snapped, and even more ran when he began a physical retaliation of swinging the giant pickaxe-like weapon with relative ease and quickly sweeping out the first wave of security. Heated, coarse pants rolled like thunder from the hulking troll and his lips trembled as they continued to flash his stained, razor-sharp teeth at whatever dared look his way, saliva escaping through their gaps and dripping off his heavy lower lip. The troll was nearly rabid in his rage. It would certainly be difficult to convince someone that he was perfectly calm a mere few minutes ago.

The broad being flinched slightly upon the small snowball breaking against his shoulder and the long ears protruding from his mangled hair lifted. It almost looked strangely innocent from the back as his growling came to an abrupt halt and a quiet, short, surprised gasp was heard, but as soon as his head whipped around, flinging about stray saliva as he blindly rushed at its source, any hint of possible adorableness immediately vanished and was replaced with another explosion of a shout. He didn’t understand a word she said in his flurry of anger and blood lust, but that was not important. She got what she wanted, and his sharp eyes were locked on his new target as he broke into a charge straight for her.

[bedlam-witch]

Well, this was rather the predicament. Admittedly Yvette had not thought the entire plan through but it had seemed a decent one at the time. Now, with an angry, charging troll, she was beginning to see the faults in it. He was twice her size, probably more than three times her weight, and had a mouth filled with sharp, yellow fangs. His fist was probably the size of her head, too. She grimaced at her own foolishnses. It wasn't even that Yvette was afraid of dying to the thing, but broken bones were an entirely different story and that could have her stranded her for weeks. God, no.

As he drew closer, within range to grab or smash or throw her or do something equally terrible, Yvette let out a wail. "I was kidding! Don't hit me!"

She disappeared.

A split second later, she reappeared off to the side of him, gripping the ends of Rabadon while she stared. Wisps of sea-green smoke twisted around her before vanishing. Yvette let out a noise of displeasure and tugged the back of the hat down. "Let's just take a really big breath and think about this ok. We've both made a few mistakes. It doesn't have to end this way."

[gawrden]

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[themageofdecay-blog]

Yvette's face is scrunched up in thought, the brim of Rabadon shadowing her features while she examines the strange being. Rabadon's gaze is settled on them and Rabadon is the one who speaks first for Yvette's face is scrunched up in thought, the brim of Rabadon shadowing her features while she examines the strange being. Rabadon's gaze is settled on them and Rabadon is the one who speaks first for a change. "Thoua change. "Thou reeks of the Shadow Isles... yet of a different kind. What are ye?"

Verval stared. A talking hat? And one that seemed independent from its wearer…

They had seen stranger things with sentience, however, so they weren’t awestruck.

"The Isles don’t have a particular scent," the undead replied. "But I assume you refer to the rot that most of my kin smell of."

[themageofdecay-blog]

"The Isles were…" Verval paused, attempting to think of a word that would encompass what they had seen. "Different. They weren’t "spooky", as you said."

They fell silent. It wasn’t their duty to educate mortals. If Yvette truly wished to find out what caused the Isles to become this way, she had to find out herself. Their place wasn’t to reveal what had been erased from history.

"Does that answer your question?"

[bedlam-witch]

Yvette's mouth pressed to the side in a look of skepticism. "No," she answered almost instantly. " Rabadon is much better at describing them than that. I wouldn't even give you half a coin out of pity for that description."

"They were beautiful," Rabadon wistfully added in. He let out a low sigh and shut his eyes. "Ahh, even after all these centuries, I still remember them."

[twistedtreantmeowkai-deactivate]

"But you retain who you are. Were you to be a soulless slave of the Isles, you would not be able to even call yourself Rabadon anymore. You would simply be. Those legs and arms you would gain would not be for your own use, but simply to carry out whatever task you are made to do.” Maokai shook his head. “You would not be free.”

He looked down, this time shaking his head at Yvette, although it was a more polite action. “No no. If you truly wish to play with a sapling, Bud or Sprout may be a better match. This one is… not the best at playing with others. I am working on that.” Maokai said, reaching up to hold Ling back.

He watched curiously as she so carelessly threw Rabadon aside, wondering if the hat was like himself, and could not feel pain. Instead, he stood himself as tall as possible to leave the feisty sapling out of reach, although he knocked on his hand, a hollow echo resounding. There came a small, shrill sound and soon Sprout poked her head out, before eyeing the girl. With a small tumblr, Sprout climbed out of the shield-hand, and then chirped up at her, giving her a wave.

[bedlam-witch]

He was hardly free now, bound to a chaotic girl with a plethora of disrespect and chaotic whim. If he had not had a foot grinding into the seams of his mouth, he might have responded, but instead Rabadon made a series of angry and displeased grunts and mumbles. Seeing as he was apparently going to mind himself, Yvette paused in her actions to pick him back up. She observed Maokai as she placed Rabadon back on her head, brows perking with curiosity.

When the sapling revelead itself, Yvette was all smiles. She let out a loud, delighted noise, hands clapping together in excitement. Then she swept the small seedling up. Compared to her normally reckless behavior, Yvette handled Sprout with care. She cupped her hands together so that the little one might fit in them without being held.

"What are they? They're quite cute."

Rabadon's gaze shifted downwards. He studied the creature with contempt though had enough decency to say nothing. He would retreat into his thoughts and contemplate the past, the Treant, and the series of events that had all led up to it.

[cutthroat-diplomacy]

Talon flicked his cloak back behind him, now assuming a defensive pose. Little late for it, though. He waited, fresh blades already drawn and grasped in both hands, ready to slice more holes in her if necessary. To his surprise, instead of some soul shivering roar.. she now seemed to be scolding him like he’d only just bumped her in the street by accident. Taken aback, he gawked. “I’m.. sorry?” he murmured, stepping aside and off her hat without having to glance down.

No, wait, why was he apologizing? Sure, he felt a little bad for stabbing so quickly without much cause, but that was more a blow to his pride, not his conscious. Which barely existed in the first place, by the way, and even if he’d had more guilt to give, it would have disappeared the moment flesh blood splattered his face.

“I’m rude?” he hissed and pocketed one blade, drawing out a fresh handkerchief like rag from another pocket within his shirt. He used it to wipe his face first, hoping in the back of his mind this hadn’t infected him with some blood born disease. After, he held it out to her. “Keep it.”

Talon stared again, knowing she shouldn’t be standing, much less breathing with all these wounds. Not to mention the blood loss. “Why aren’t you dead?” granted, he probably should have chose his tone better. She had just threatened to blow him up with magic. Hopefully his handkerchief peace offering would smooth things over.

[bedlam-witch]

She said nothing in response, only moved forward and leaned down, grabbing Rabadon. The hat's eyes were open, focused on the stranger. They followed him, even as Yvette put him back on her head, adjusted him so that, for a moment, he sat straight before tilting to the side.

"Yes," Yvette stated, looking to the handerkerchief. She took it after a second and used it to wipe at her mouth and chin. Her body shuddered. Had she been in a better mood, she might have said thank you, but this was all his and his paranoia's fault and it was the very least he could do. Ah, but then, she had needed an errand boy to lend her a hand and given he had attempted to kill her... well. He certainly owed her, now didn't he? Yvette's temper began to simmer but there was still a good bit of bitterness left behind. Her fingers curled around the cloth and she looked at him, almost bored.

"It's rather simple," she spoke, blood dripping out of her mouth once again, "I can't die." She smiled with blood still streaking down her chin. It was a cheery, bright little smile filled with nothing but sarcasm and irritation, one of those smiles you would give a person when they asked something incredibly stupid and it was taking every ounce of your being to not reach out and smack them.

She dabbed at the blood again and looked over the fabric. "This is rather pretty," she observed, sparing him a judging look. "Well, come on then, Stabby Hands. I need you to carry something to my house so I can fix myself up. And then you are going to help me carry it to where it's suppose to be." Yvette gurgled a few times, choking on the blood catching in her throat. She wiped her mouth again.

[progenitorviktor]

"Ah. Minor miscalculation." + ‘Fk you want?’ // "You’ve my attention."

// I swear I drew both of these. The styles are so different. Three pictures of her in a row and they all look ???

bedlam-witch was drawing these while you were coloring the first sketch. U vU was thinking of you.

go-3-life love you art. Made me want to draw Tori more and more. I still have yet to post your pic of her!

ask-sheriff-caitlyn More pics of the bae.

mirathemessenger I srsly drew a triangle and then added two curves to make her cutie nose. Omg. Love the one on the right the most.

[bedlam-witch]

(( how strange my hand appears to have slipped ))

[progenitorviktor]

// Hghnhn! Tori. I love the way you color her hair!! You make her so pretty ò//M//ó

[bedlam-witch]

(( omg that's good b/c i have no idea what i'm doing with hair. i'm also not sure on colors so i figured steel-ish ones would be good. i also fully believe she wears a beautiful dark plum lipstick to offset her more neutral colors. ))

[theshadowofwar]

"I believe death is gripping onto me again… send… anyone, assistance needed…"

[bedlam-witch]

"So what are you going to come back as this time?"

[cutthroat-diplomacy]

Talon’s eyes went to where the blade had punctured into her chest, then her face, then back again. Shit. Damn his accuracy, there was no way she was walking away from this. If only that had been off like everything else seemed to be. A hundred thoughts of what he should have done were firing in his brain. He should have turned and prepared for defense, not been so quick to stab. Being in Zuan must have shaken him more than he realized. Perhaps it was because he didn’t necessarily fear death here, instead it was the thought of slipping up and being captured for some kind of sick science project. He’d heard plenty of stories. Death, he was used to.. but not the latter.

As the girl slumped, he caught her, holding what was to be assumed a now limp, very dead body. He cursed himself again, already devising where to hide the corpse. This was such an inconvenience. Damn himself for slipping and damn this girl for thinking it was wise to come up on a cloaked man in an alley. What was she doing here this time of night, anyway?

He surveyed her, trying to get a guess on her age. She weighed almost nothing and looked normal enough.. until she moved. Their eyes met again and for the first time in a while, Talon felt that sickening feeling of fear rise up into his throat and his expression mimicked it, complexion draining of color and eyes going wide. Never mind! Not normal, not normal at all!

Without thinking, again, he pulled another blade from his clothing and stabbed into her, once, twice, thrice, all in a matter of seconds. Then he stepped back, onto the fallen hat, trying to yank his cloak from her grip before his soul was consumed or worse.

"I fucking hate this place,” he hissed during their struggle.

[bedlam-witch]

If Yvette seemed, for a moment, deranged, you would have to forgive her. It was never a pleasant feeling when your soul attempted to leave your body only to be forcefully contained. If she seemed angry, that was because it hurt. Her body acknowledged that it should, by all accounts, be dead, but instead, it continued to function as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening. Now imagine being stabbed, again and again and again, your soul panicking and twisting and writhing in your corpse being. It was hard to stay happy or cheerful or to even pretend to not be enraged.

It was a relief when he drew back from her. Yvette staggered, moving a hand to clasp over an open wound. She looked at him, wide eyed and maddened, lips open while a copious amount of a blood dripped from them.

"You are extremely rude," she breathed out. Her voice had taken on a tone of coarseness. She forced herself to stand straight and to try and breathe. There was an intense desire to ruin him. In the confines of the alley, she imagined he could not escape her magic. It was too violent, too chaotic to be so easily avoided. But Yvette tried to remain calm. It was an accident, a mistake, and she would recover - she always did.

"You are also," she stated, "standing on my hat. Kindly remove yourself from him or I can't promise I won't send this alley up in smoke. I won't die, but you certainly will."

Yvette shuddered. She pressed her sleeve to her mouth, wiping the blood from it, though more soon bubbled up after. It would take some time for everything to repair itself. The organs tended to be much faster than the rest of her body but the blood would stick to her throat and inside of her lungs and she would be spitting it up for hours. She swept her hand out, letting the droplets splatter against his face as a bitter reminder of what he had done. Though she should have been dead, her blood was fresh and crimson, the color of someone who had always been alive.

[progenitorviktor]

"Ah. Minor miscalculation." + ‘Fk you want?’ // "You’ve my attention."

// I swear I drew both of these. The styles are so different. Three pictures of her in a row and they all look ???

bedlam-witch was drawing these while you were coloring the first sketch. U vU was thinking of you.

go-3-life love you art. Made me want to draw Tori more and more. I still have yet to post your pic of her!

ask-sheriff-caitlyn More pics of the bae.

mirathemessenger I srsly drew a triangle and then added two curves to make her cutie nose. Omg. Love the one on the right the most.

[bedlam-witch]

(( how strange my hand appears to have slipped ))