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One Nice Bug Per Day
YOU ARE THE REASON
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
we're not kids anymore.
Three Goblin Art
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Monterey Bay Aquarium

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Xuebing Du
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Love Begins

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Welcome Summoners
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"Viktor, I have the BEST idea. Hang on." Jayce runs off and comes back in with a hammer that can only be described as a representation of excess. Hoisting it easily, he sets it on one of the few empty tables in their shared laboratory. "Before you say 'Jayce that's a hammer', I know it's a hammer, but what if—bear with me—what if it was also... a gun."
He looks VERY proud of himself, because that's who he is as a person and he delights in nothing more than pitching ideas to his friends—all two of them.
Viktor stared at the hammer, back at Jayce, then back to the hammer, the inventor looking exhausted and drained, before shaking his head. "Jayce... We told one another we weren't going to make Hextech weapons."
*** [Ekko @ Ez] "only 'cause your ass is a ten--gotta suffer in some department."
"Oof. Ouch, my heart, babe," Ezreal joked gently, shaking his head as he gave a grin to Ekko, before pushing him over gently. "At least something is a ten."
***** [Yasuo @ Sett]
"Haha! Of course you would, love," the large man purred, gently giving Yasuo a gentle smooch on the head with a hum, smiling softly. "I'd hate to disappoint in the pecs department."
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Jayce bangs on Viktor's door with an elbow. He has a heart-shaped balloon attached by its string to one hand, and his arms are full of candies and at least three pixiemanders.
Viktor grunted, the young man startling himself awake, before looking over at his door to see what was going on. Slowly, he got to his feet, wiping the exhaustion out of his eyes as he blinked in surprise. "Jayce?" he asked, suddenly realizing. "Oh. It's the Crystal Rose Celebration, isn't it?" He chuckled gently, taking one of the struggling Pixiemanders and crooning to it gently. "Hold on. I have some chocolates for you inside."
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Name: Age: Do you like to cuddle?: Can we make-out?: A night in or dinner out?: Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: What makes you a good Valentine?: Would you cook for me?: Would you let me cook for you?:
...ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅʟʏ ʙᴇᴀsᴛ ʜɪᴅᴅᴇɴ ᴡɪᴛʜɪɴ ᴀ “ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴍᴀɴ.”
Kappa! Darcy has stuck the sticky hand to Kayn’s ass. How did she catch him? Who knows. But the thing is there, stuck to his ass.
Kayn feels it through the light pants he wears, letting out a rather undignified sound as he looks back to the peculiar toy, then back to the person that launched it onto his backside. He glared silently, letting out a noise of frustration.
"Excuse me..." he rumbled in a not so friendly tone, removing the sticky hand from his rear end to stare at it a moment, then at the stranger. "But what kind of flirting tactic is this?"
Sett I hear you've got a massive dick
"Who told you that? Yasuo?" Sett chuckled softly. "Cause damn if he ain't right."
Vladimir by YanranFan
Like for an 8 foot tall dragon lady in your inbox. I promise Shyvana doesn’t bite.
Viktor what's your type?
"Type? Like... Of drink? Personal company? Clothing? Favorite metal to use for projects?" he listed, dodging around the question. "You have to be more specific with your inquiries."
dilffactory:
There’s always something intoxicating about a gigantic male kneeling for her – even out of a sexual context, Darcy gets a thrill at the sight. Her fidgety hands drop her phone back into her bag and reach, beyond pleased to run fingers against furred ears.
“Wolverines purr? Can’t wait to tell that to someone who will lord it over the Wolverine.”
She pets him maybe a bit longer than is polite, but it’s not unbearably long before she rocks back on her heels and gestures for him to get back up.
“Thanks. I’ve got this thing where I have to touch textures if I see them or I get itchy.”
“Weird that you would name yourself after the type of animal you resemble. Most people just call me Sett, or Settrigh, if I like ya,” he hummed, enjoying the soft touch. It felt nice, being oddly complimented, but he wasn’t about to complain.
“Well, I’m glad you like the fur, then.” There’s no need to be unkind, Sett standing up with a soft grunt. “So... You gotta know where I am, right?”
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Caitlyn’s blue eyes are peering upwards from under the brim of her hat. Her steps are slow walking in.
“ There is a ridiculous amount to unpack in that statement of yours. ” She ends up whispering, accent thicker. “ A haunted vase exploded and you were just in the vicinity? ”
Ezreal scratched the back of his head, clearing his throat. “Well, sorta. It’s complicated.” The young man shrugged, shaking his head as he tried to think of how to explain the situation to the officer without incriminating himself. He was his own lawyer, after all.
“Well, you see, I had just found that vase in a ruin under Zaun. Really cool adventure, and I have my whole journal about it right here,” he hummed proudly, playfully letting the book sway in his gauntlet free hand. “I managed to escape with the vase, but I didn’t know it would explode into a bunch of fire elementals when put in sunlight. I had come in to complain that my boots were not water proof, like they said they were, and the clerk put the vase in the window. Then,” he made an elaborate gesture with his arms, mimicking the explosion of the vase. “Fire elementals.”