Jus' call me Snitz 'umie.

Dis 'ere iz da blog fer Snitzgog Gro'Urummog Druh'Urgbash Drokklmokk Hemlekk Da Fird (just Snitz ta ya stubid 'umies; I knowz ya ain't good wiff ork namez). I'mz a warhammah fourdy'kay/league o' legen's crossovah OC.

[prince-slaanesh-blog]

(@snitz-here) "Oi.... yer dat speshul Eldah git wot they call Slaanesh ain't ya? What'cha doin on this 'ere back-watah rokk in tha' mi'l of zoggin nowherez?" Snitz frowned, his Shootah lowered but ready. He doubted he could do much to Slaanesh, but he'd likely get in good with Gork n Mork if he could... Then again, he wasn't too fond of the idea of dying; he still had to crack head back on his Rokk; some stupid gits still owed him a lot of teef.

@snitz-here

The Demon cocked an eyebrow at the Ork, leaning over to examine the creature. “And what in heavens are one of you doing here?” Now he was really questioning why he was brought to this realm. 

He considered asking if the thing had any idea of how to get back, but asking an Ork an intelligent question was like ramming one’s head into a brick wall. And, while the Prince enjoyed a good beating, he wasn’t about to subject himself to such a punishment.

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“I’z got throwed off my rokk in an exploshun. Made a quikk field tah breath in an’ waited til I crashed ‘ere. Bin try’n tah find a way off dis’ zoggin’ rokk so I can go gets da teef I’s owed back ‘ome. Youz?” Snitz scratched his chin as he spoke, wondering if bashing Slaanesh in the head would work better than blasting him with his shootah. Maybe he should aim for that peenes thing Eldah and ‘Umies were so fond of instead... though he’d have to figure out where that was exactly first....

[grxceblr-blog]

A new blog

Can you reblog if you’re a League of Legends Rp blog ? Please ? Thanks !

[ask-theicemaiden]

HEY GUYS, ITS ANOTHER LISSANDRA BLOG GO FOLLOW THEM. GO INTERACT WITH THEM, MMKAY?

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OKAYS OCS PEOPLE COME AT ME, I NEED TO SEE YOU ALL

I’LL GIVE YOU ONE SMOOSH EACH OF THE OCS YOU WANT >:T

I have plenty of them!

[the-demacian-pariah-blog]

“I.. I do not think I would like a smooch.”

[legacyofheart-blog]

“I don’t think I’d like a smooch either.”

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Mun rolls on the ground. “Why?! Don’t you want a deer with a leaf on it’s head as a smooching partner?!” She gives puppy eyes.

“I even have a bird lady… she still don’t have a name but…still!” She rolls again. “Or maybe Cereza! She is an explorator ! And she carries a dangerous virus as a necklace!”

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Snitz leaned forward offering a kiss to whichever oc was brave enough to claim it, his tusks and teeth a slight-off white, stained with gods-know-what, with spoiled bits of meat and fungus stuck in between them from meals over a year old as they peaked from behind his large ragged lips. His breath smelled of rot and decay.

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Snitz marched down an old country road, in the middle of nowhere on the planet he had only so recently crashed on. His shootah slung over his back, he continued onwards until he stumbled upon a small travel-camp, seemingly just set up for the night. Unslinging his rifle, he called out to see if anyone was there. “Oi! Any orkz er ‘umies aroun’ out ‘ere? I coul’ use some ‘elp fig’rin exacly where in tha warp I am, or atleas’ someone ta shoot. Gettin awful borin on this ‘ere road….”

[kalxsta-blog]

She immediately relaxed once she heard a voice asking for directions. Her spear l o w e r e d, and the warrior began to make her way out of the shadows. 

“You are not supposed to be here. How did you find us?” 

Maybe he wasn’t the most innocent intruder, but he didn’t look like anyone from the movement against her army. 

[snitz-here-archived-blog]

“Well ‘umie, I crashd onta thiz mizruhble planit ‘bout tree dayz ahgo, an’ wen I did I walkd straigh’ dow’ dis ‘ere road, an’ I saw yer camp. Figur’d ya’d be able ta tell me wheres I am, or atleas’ be somefin fun ta shoot dead, an’ possily eat...” He kept his shootah to hand as he spoke, but left the barrels aimed at the ground by his feet. No point starting a fight if he might get some answers by talking.

[snitz-here-archived-blog]

Snitz marched down an old country road, in the middle of nowhere on the planet he had only so recently crashed on. His shootah slung over his back, he continued onwards until he stumbled upon a small travel-camp, seemingly just set up for the night. Unslinging his rifle, he called out to see if anyone was there. “Oi! Any orkz er ‘umies aroun’ out ‘ere? I coul’ use some ‘elp fig’rin exacly where in tha warp I am, or atleas’ someone ta shoot. Gettin awful borin on this ‘ere road....”

[snitz-here-archived-blog]

Walking down an old road he found not far from his crash-site, Snitz soon found himself staring down upon a city a short ways in the distance from atop a hill, the city seemingly bustling with people. Unsure if they were Orkz, ‘umies, or possibly something else, he swallowed before walking down towards the unknown locale of Bandle City, humming awkwardly as he went.

@ask-teemo-the-swift-scout​

[little-tiny-teemo]

Teemo was sleeping, leaning against a small apple tree on the hill. There’s a picnic basket filled with sandwiches next to the sleeping Yordle, since he went out for a picnic alone. The little Yordle doesn’t seem to wake up easily.

[snitz-here-archived-blog]

Seeing something moving out the corner of his eye, Snitz turned to see a small tree with a sleeping figure at its base. Walking over, he squatted down and prodded the form in what he assumed was it’s stomach with the barrel of his shoota, being careful to keep his finger off the trigger. “Oi’, git up ya git. Iz was wond’rin if’n ya coul’ tell me where I am?”

[askcavatina]

Calling League OC’s

Reblog if you’re a League OC or have side blog for one! Bonus points for announcing which faction/area too!

[lillium-the-scout-deactivated20]

Demacian Scout oc!

[shukuchiisms]

Ionian kumiho oc

[voidsgodlybuttfat]

Bandle Apprentice OC

[sandsong-yordle]

Shuriman Singer OC

[wolvenfangs]

Independent Magic Beast OC

[linthehealer]

Ionian Magical Healer OC

[eye-of-the-forbidden]

Ionian Demon Oc

[eyesofcuriosity]

ionian mage  oc 

[snitz-here-archived-blog]

WH40k-Crossover OC.

[snitz-here-archived-blog]

Walking down an old road he found not far from his crash-site, Snitz soon found himself staring down upon a city a short ways in the distance from atop a hill, the city seemingly bustling with people. Unsure if they were Orkz, ‘umies, or possibly something else, he swallowed before walking down towards the unknown locale of Bandle City, humming awkwardly as he went.

@ask-teemo-the-swift-scout​

[snitz-here-archived-blog]

Hokai

Finally going to be back in gear (hopefully) after the holidays!

Will get to possibly reblogging prompts, writing out any starters I owe, and doing any replies (read “none so far”) I owe.

[snitz-here-archived-blog]

Can you show us reference of your character?

Well for facial features I’d say he’s very similar to this Ork but with larger fangs and his black braided hair

But his body build is a bit more like this ork:

in that he’s a bit taller than he is stout, and his armor is mostly similar to this orks:

I cannot offer a decent reference for his Shootah, but take the twin-linked shootah from the first picture, add another barrel on top of the top one, and turn it from being a pistol grip into a full rifle design, and you have his tri-linked shootah. I’m hopefully going to be able to comission some art of him sometime soon. Thank you for your interest though friend! ^^

[snitz-here-archived-blog]

Walking aimlessly around the foreign land-scape, Snitz did his best to clear his head after the crash. After nearly three hours of this, he found himself standing before a run-down factory outside of what he didn’t know at the time was a place called Bandle City. Walking in to look for parts and tools to possibly fix up the few odd scratches and nicks on his shootah, he found himself face to face with what looked like a mix between an ugly, hairy gretchin, and an imperial tech-priest. Deciding to take a peaceful approach considering he was alone on a foreign planet, he spoke. “Oi…. wot in tha warp iz yoo suppoz’ta be?”

@voksmi-machinist

[voksmi-machinist]

Voksmi had been adjusting a panel on a nearby wall, one tendril plugged into its socket while she operated its controls. Surprisingly, the machinist didn’t notice the ork approaching behind her, continuing her quiet, rambling monologue of talking to herself; a usual pastime of hers. “Of course the frequency was too low- otherwise it would have reacted endothermically… Or perhaps it should have been heterodyned, rather than reverse-GYAHAH!” 

The yordle shrieked, her head spinning backwards (the rest of her body following suit monetarily, her robotic appendage detaching from the device as she moved) to face the gargantuan green person. “What in the-?! How did the sensors not- Huh?!” In an extremely rare moment, the technician lost her composure. She slammed her fist down onto the panel behind her, causing the nearby wall to slide open. Voksmi hurriedly slid inside, the secret door quickly closing behind her. 

A cursory search of the nearby area- most of the ground-level factory was indeed quite barren- would reveal an open, imposing staircase, stretching deep into the ground and into the darkness.

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Shrugging, Snitz unslung his shootah from his back, turned on the small mounted light on it, and slowly began walking down the mildly tight staircase. “‘Ello....? Ya know ‘ow ta speak.... right? I dun’ wanna ‘ave ta shoot ya if’n yer friendly.....” He called down the stairs infront of him as he descended into the depths.

[snitz-here-archived-blog]

It had been maybe three days since Snitz had crash-landed on this backwards planet, and he found himself camped in the woods by an old, seemingly unused road. Sat squat on a stump, he was roasting a small hairy animal he had found over a fire, hoping it would be good to eat, because he was starving. As the meat sizzled over the open flame, he saw a strange figure floating towards his camp down the road. Dropping the skewer with the meat, he picked up his gun, dropping behind the stump for cover and called out to the stranger. “OI! WOT IN THA’ ZOGGIN’ WORLD ARE YA? IF’N YA TRY ANY FUNNY BIDNESS MY SHOOTAH ‘ERE IZ ALREADY LEVEL’D AT YA, REDDY TA SHOOT!”

@cleric-of-death

[sion-the-undead-juggernaut]

“Raaagr!”

[snitz-here-archived-blog]

“WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHH!”

[snitz-here-archived-blog]

Walking aimlessly around the foreign land-scape, Snitz did his best to clear his head after the crash. After nearly three hours of this, he found himself standing before a run-down factory outside of what he didn’t know at the time was a place called Bandle City. Walking in to look for parts and tools to possibly fix up the few odd scratches and nicks on his shootah, he found himself face to face with what looked like a mix between an ugly, hairy gretchin, and an imperial tech-priest. Deciding to take a peaceful approach considering he was alone on a foreign planet, he spoke. “Oi.... wot in tha warp iz yoo suppoz’ta be?”

@voksmi-machinist

[snitz-here-archived-blog]

Like this post for a starter!

[snitz-here-archived-blog]

‘Oi ya ‘umie gitz!

Snitz here, an’ I wantz ta ask all ya ‘umies and whatnotz ta spread this aroun’ the League o’ Legen’z RP communitee soz I can haz sum fun wiff all uv ya’s!

//Hey friends, askolaftheberserker-mun here! This is the blog I made for my Warhammer 40K/League of Legend’s OC Snitzgog Gro'Urummog Druh'Urgbash Drokklmokk Hemlekk Da Fird (or Snitz for short). He’s an Ork Nob crashed onto Runeterra, and here’s hoping we all can have some fun with his Orky shenanigans. So please, take a moment to reblog this so I can spread the word of my new oc-blog. Thank you all in advance friends! <3