What do you get for the Armor-dillo that has everything?
Lux places a large, wrapped box in front of Rammus, tied off with a sleek golden ribbon.
“So, this is probably a little silly, and I’m not even sure it’ll work, but.” Folded neatly inside is what appears to be a winter coat, fitted for his unusual shape and size and humming with a faint magical aura. “I know you’re used to warmer weather, and everything, so I enchanted it to keep from getting caught when you roll up!”
Lux beams with pride, clasping her hands behind her back, “This way you won’t get cold even if you’re on the go!”
Send me a number and I’ll write a drabble about my muse’s past.26. They have to hide. Quickly.
She took a step closer to the kicked-in entrance of her home, heart hammering against her throat.
“…Leave no survivors? Really, now…”
Erika froze immediately at the sound of that voice. It was deep and husky, with strong resolve and harsh authority, even though he spoke quietly. She closed her eyes and imagined the speaker, - tall, 5’11”, long brown hair, lips a straight line, donned in a dark blue cloak, blades ready for stabbing - trying to discern the distance he was away from where she stood.
“Hmph,” he muttered, sounding closer than before.
Damn, out of all people, why him? She had barely managed to knock out the Noxian soldier who had ambushed her in the burning house, and she knew she had little time left to survive. Erika bit her lip and quickly slammed her back against the closest wall, hands trembling as she sunk to the floor. Pressing the back of her head against the wall, she took a shallow breath and craned her neck to listen to him, hoping to the deepest depths of hell that he didn’t enter.
He didn’t speak.
He made no audible movement.
Erika wasn’t sure how long her lungs could hold out under the concentration of smoke and ash, but the moment he saw her, she knew she was dead. Would she risk it?
Something stung at her eyes, and she quickly wiped it away.
☛ GET INSIDE YOUR CHARACTER’S HEAD! aka The Excessively Detailed Headcanon Meme.
36: What makes them feel guilty?
“Ah...” She smiled softly and let out a quiet breath. “C-can... can we not talk about that? That... that’s a bit of a loaded question...” She clutched the pendant around her neck tightly, trying to force back the tears.
41: Hobbies?
“I like learning new forms of martial arts and fighting. In my free time, I like reading… although, I, um, am not very good at it. I suck at reading. I like building bolts and playing with my weapons… I love dreaming, too. It’s the easiest thing to do when... there’s nothing else, really.”
Nymph Siren (making talon love you doesnt count) Succubus
Spooky Asks!
Nymph: What are you like when you’re by yourself?
“By myself?” She smiled slightly. “I talk to myself a lot. And… I get very…” Sighing, she rubbed her wrists subconsciously. “…guilty. Hateful of myself.”
Siren: If you could make anyone do anything, what would you make them do?
“I wouldn’t make Talon love me,” she said, chuckling. “If he doesn’t return my feelings, then so be it. But… but if Father is still alive, I would make him… make him come back home.”
Succubus: What’s one thing you can’t live without?
She scratched her cheek, shrugging. “I don’t know, really. I suppose someone who can show me compassion and affection. I doubt I could continue with my life without someone like that.”
Vampire: Someone offers you a chance at immortality. Do you take it, and why or why not?
“Never. Why would I live a dreary, lonely unending life? Getting through every day… getting through every single day is hard enough. But knowing that it will never end?” She laughed hollowly. “I’d go crazy.”
Put a word in my ask and I will write a Headcanon about it for my Muse. A request for Noxian Erika? Let’s see…
It isn’t what I believe you’re expecting, - no Erika stabbing people in the balls or killing them or anything - but I still hope that you enjoy this. Hopefully, it’ll show how deeply affected Erika was/is by the Noxian teachings and abuse, even after her years in Ionia.
It’s… an odd kind of revenge. Again, I’m sorry that it isn’t what you’re looking for. Break for length and bloody stuff!
It was pity.
That was the only answer for why he spared her from the bloody, sharp edge of his blade.
Was she truly so foolish to believe that he could ever - would ever willingly; would ever choose out of his own volition - love her, much less feel any semblance of care or compassion for her?
Was that even possible for a man - an unfeeling, robotic, idiotic man - like him?
Her fingers clenched into fists, one hand over a hollowed bolt; the other gripping the ruby red pendant. Biting her lip hard enough to draw blood, she took a step forward and looked down at the mutilated bodies of Ionians and Noxians alike. Only the stronger survive? That was a fucking lie, and both of them - all three of them - no, all four of them - knew it deep down, whether or not any of the Noxians would admit it. But walking through the vast sea of dead soldiers and citizens alike was… mind-numbing.
The bolt in her hand stung, its cruelly cut end digging into the calloused flesh of her palm. It didn’t hurt, yet her heart ached for more, yearned for more than pain, than suffering, than fury, than the stupid, bittersweet feeling of unrequited love, of the simultaneous hate toward him, than the torment, than the guilt of being the last one standing. Blood - sweet, warm, red blood - dripped down from her palm and to the ground, littering already stained bodies and scorched earth with more mistakes.
More imperfections.
She’d find him, - it was promise, a sworn oath, a nagging reminder - and she would do any possible action to make him see the error of his ways. As she looked at the corpses deteriorating around her, she took a step backwards and glanced around her smoldering village. Smirking, she lifted her hand, uncurled her fingers and stared at the bloodstained bolt within her palm, ignoring the cut skin.
He’d regret letting her live.
To die by his hand would have been an honor.
But to be subjected to such low standards, to such weakness…
To be spared…
Challenging Talon was a death wish.
Perhaps a swift death was what she was searching for, if she read the situation correctly,
(that he remembered her, that he knew what she felt, that he tried, the gods damn him, how much he must have tried, that what she did impacted him even for a moment)
- then her greatest revenge would be forcing him to admit even the greatest, coldest, emotionless of Noxians could feel.
// Since the last paranormal one involved EriTal cuddling, here is one with Verika cuddling. Is this technically NSFW because they’re naked and make a lot of sexual references? LOL. There’s a break to be safe. //
♚ - a memory of something paranormal
“Viiiii,” Erika groaned as the pink-haired woman slid into bed and curled up behind her. “Leggoooooooo.” She wiggled her small body against the officer’s slightly larger frame, but Vi didn’t budge, and instead tightened her arms around the Noxian-Ionian’s waist.
The Piltover Enforcer snorted and kissed behind Erika’s ear. “Sheesh, I literally was gone fer like two minutes,” she sighed. “Now you don’t want me?”
“I was in the perfect sleepin’ position, and then you’re like, I’m gonna mess up your sleepin’ position!” she grumbled back, pulling her shoulders inward to inch away from Vi’s touch.
She laughed and “Well, I could… fuck you up, if you know what I mean,” Vi breathed slowly, patting Erika’s bare stomach. “Right? I could totally get under these sheets and -”
There was a soft crash and a tapping noise against the window.
“Did you hear that?” Erika interrupted, slapping her hand over the older woman’s calloused fingers. “Shh, your advances are cute, but seriously, I heard a -”
“You literally made me not horny.”
There was the tapping again. It was getting louder.
“Stop sayin’ literally, it’s annoying,” she said, sitting up slowly. Vi sat up along with her, arms still wrapped around the smaller girl’s waist. “You makin’ so much noise is hard for me to hear what in the fuck that noise is.”
Vi laughed loudly and blew a raspberry at her. “Don’t mind it. It’s probably just Ralph screwin’ around outside. And speaking of screwin’,” she noted, pressing her lips against the back of Erika’s head, “we should be getting on with that.”
“Come on, this is serious.”
“You literally -”
“Vi.”
“You told me that it wasn’t a problem when you were cuddlin’ your pretty boy! You seriously think supernatural shit exists?” she asked quietly, rocking Erika from side to side in her embrace.
She paused, pondering the question. “I… well, yeah, kind of. Ionian beliefs, and all that.”
“Well, I don’t. And now you’re messin’ with my brain. Alright, alright, I’ll be quiet. What’s outside, cutie?” she muttered, cuddling against Erika and resting her chin against her shoulder.
Erika leaned against Vi’s head and sighed, focusing her heightened senses to the sound against the window. “…Damn it, it’s someone with boots, and not a ghost.” She closed her eyes and placed her hands on Vi’s forearms. “Heavy, heeled boots. And she’s havin’ trouble hanging onto the window sill. She keeps tryin’ to climb up the wall, but her damn boots keep slippin’. I mean, we both know who wears heavy heeled boots and can’t carry her own weight.”
Judging by how light their movements are, but how much difficulty they’re having pulling themselves up, I’d say that Kat is trying to spy on us.
Erika flinched when her partner’s voice spoke clearly into her ear. “Caity, of course,” Vi replied. “Who cares if she wants to sneak a peek on us? I just wanna fuck.”
“That’s literally the worst possible situation Caitlyn could catch you in.”
“…Whatever! Go to sleep, Rika.”
“What, so you could screw me while I’m sleepin’? That’d be a ghostly fuck.”
She laughed hysterically and tugged Erika down against the mattress, grinning as she curled up behind her. “Naw. I’m too sleepy now. You’re right about that whole literally thing. It’s sickenin’ to hear a bunch of times.”
“Oh, quiet, Vi,” Erika sighed, leaning into the woman’s loving, compassionate touch as she drifted off to sleep.
Send me “Cutie Pie” and I will answer all of these
If we lived together we’d:[ ] Argue[ ] Get it on once in a while[✘] Eat Ice Cream For Breakfast[ ] Watch movies late at night[ ] Prank Call People[ ] Pranks each other[ ] Cuddle[ ] Party[✘] We’d Never Live In The Same House[ ] Shop[ ] Play games[ ] Read bedtime stories[ ] Cook whatever we felt like eating together[ ] Get on each other’s nerves[ ] Who are you
About you:[ ] I love you.[ ] I’ve liked you before.[✘] I like you now.[ ] You’re cute[✘] need to talk more.[ ] need to chill.[ ] I’d makeout with you.[ ] I wanted to kiss you before.[ ] I’d slap you.[ ] I’m happy to have you in my life.[ ] I don’t know you .[ ] Ex.[ ] Let’s try again[ ] I miss you[ ] We’re good friends[ ] we’ve kissed before
Would I Date You?[] Yes ✔[✘] No ✘[] Maybe[✘] You deserve better[] I don’t know
Your Best Feature:[] Lips[] Eyes[] Hair[✘] Personality[] Everything[] I don’t know you well enough
