#death-from-below

[shnpo-aa]

Ganking mid, don't blow my cover.

       .... that bush’s pinked, dude.....

[shurima-demigod]

“Uh...”

Send “Uh...” to my inbox and my muse will awkwardly compliment your muse

“I like your cut G.”

[gxldengrin]

The air left a cold bite. A gentle winter breeze swept across the high risen buildings. It was sprinkling; tiny drops of ice pattered against the puddles on the ground. Perched on a building, there was a creature that donned what seemed to be metallic armour. A matted black that had selective pieces shine, ladened with drops of rain. It wore a vest jacket, with snow white fur that clung to it from the rain.

Jhin was out of his hiding, and was once more on the hunt. While he was grateful for his new body, it had been 7 years and he was in dire need for change. An upgrade was what he sought out for, through means which was no stranger to him.

Not too far from Jhin was a man. Jhin’s mask seemed to analyze the man, and it picked up certain parts that seemed to be relatively new and of value. Eye parts, there was a compartment in the man’s forearm that seemed to hide a small blade and there also seemed to be some sort of technology built into the man’s feet that enabled him to walk upon any surface.

Jhin had no interest in either of these parts, however he knew clients that would. It would make him quite a bit of fortune, and with a decision in mind the man raised his rifle and aligned the vision scope with his right eye, his vision following the man carefully, and waiting for the opportunity to rise.

@death-from-below

[noxian-talon]

Malzahar, if you’re still doing the sketches?

((Aaand I finally got to do dis one.))

[ask-arclight-varus]

✎ Malzahar, if you're still accepting ;v;

Send ✎ and the name of a character and I’ll do a quick sketch of them.

@death-from-below

[visionofnoxus]

“Fight Me” >:3

Leave a “Fight Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble out my character fighting with/or against yours.

Feedback, reactions, thoughts are, as always, greatly appreciated.

The Grand General strode forward, combing mentally through his findings. The heavy greatcoat was wrapped tightly around him, the cool and misty night of Bilgewater having a surprisingly chilling effect even on a hardened veteran like Swain. He’d be happy to raise the anchor at the earliest light.

As he rounded yet another corner, approaching the docks where the Noxian’s ship was, a shiver traveled down his spine. The man didn’t quite know what caused it, but his body knew the tell and reacted instinctively, Swain hurling himself sideways suddenly, crashing into the wall of the building. The flying jagged blade missed the center of his back, instead merely cutting open the side of his arm, the thick coat offering virtually no protection.

Hissing in pain, the general spun on his heels, seeing the harpoon return to the wielder who crouched at the corner, the milky eyes glowing dimly as the would-be-assassin reassessed the situation. “I thought we had no need for this?” Swain mused dryly, his expression a scowl despite the seemingly calm tone. Unmoving and emotionless, Pyke answered: “Plan changed”.

Ever the talker, the general thought, lifting his arm and shooting a blast of crimson lightning at the assassin. To neither ones’ surprise, Pyke dodged it, hurling his dagger at Swain again while charging, attempting to close in the distance. The Noxian was not armed with anything else than magic. It was the assassin’s best bet to finish him off in melee, or retreat.

His prey would not give in easy though. The old man showcased surprising nimbleness in dodging and simultaneously extended his claw out again. Another crackling arcana blast echoed in the alleyway, scalding Pyke’s shoulder, but he’d been through worse and shrugged it off. With a sharp tug the dagger returned to his hand, the distance between two reduced to mere few steps, the blade angling to be sunk straight into Swain’s heart. Just before it would connect though, the voices in the Ripper’s head screamed out a warning. 

In his mind, the situation progressed in slow motion, as if they’d been underwater. More sensing than seeing, the assassin realized the Noxian’s other hand was coming towards him with hand angled like a blade. What was worse, the hand glowed in crimson, it’s fingertips like teeth of a trident, intent on spearing him. This wasn’t just a mage!

With a grim determination, Swain punched forward, preparing to receive the strike and kill the assailant at the same time, his unnatural healing saving him from the deadly hit. But just as the two fighters’ weapons were about to taste each others’ flesh, Pyke’s form shifted. Like a watery mist, it dissipated, Swain’s fatal strike punching through the fog while he spun around on his heels, staring at the assassin who now stood behind him.

The combat paused, the two just staring at one another, the dimly glowing whites of the Bloodharbor Ripper meeting with the crimson colored orbs of the Grand General. A series of blows had been exchanged, but neither had been able to secure the quick victory they’d hoped. Clutching his dagger in front of him at the ready, Pyke spoke first, his garbled voice carrying to Swain’s ears: “Fight over. Both die if continued”.

The man’s covering form might had led some to believe he was afraid, but Swain knew better, recognizing the validity of the other’s statement. Additionally, the Ripper’s current pose brought to his mind a cornered animal. And there was no more dangerous opponent than a trained killer who felt desperate. “Agreed. Leave me alone and I won’t pursue” The general promised. “Deal” Came a gargled response. Just like before, the man just shifted into a fog, disappearing from sight with some unnatural talent of his.

Listening and feeling around with his senses for awhile, Swain waited until he felt the other one was truly gone. Straightening up, the general’s eyes went at the torn sleeve and the wound. “The Bloodharbor Ripper hmm?”. Noxus might yet have use for a man such as Pyke. But could he be hired?

[ringmaster-jack]

"Fer the record, I didn't teach the cat to curse."

“I wasn’t going to say you did, but now I’m suspicious.”

[xfatedties]

1. what would completely break your character?

crucial muse development questions.  [Always Accepting]

Always gotta go for the part that hurts :(

I think being thrown away by Jhin, that he neither kills her nor wants her would shatter her entire life. She wouldn’t know what to do with herself after and certainly wouldn’t think shes worthy of offing herself. 

The other thing is most definitely, falling in love. Finding someone who she cares for or realizing her feelings would crush her. Her own feelings aren’t necessary for the show, and would only get in the way of her servitude to Jhin.