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Favorite champion dance track?

Ezreal’s dance is super cute tbh. But definitely Garen because WE DROP BOWS ON EM.

Thoughts on Surrendering?

I FIGHT TILL THE BITTER END! Not really. If I’m not having fun, I’m out.

Demacia or Noxus?

Noxus wins that by a landslide. Better champs, better lore. #noxusstrong

#maximum disrespect #i am the worst #mxssor #; ( ask )

tiny baby talon: oh my god

tiny baby talon: dID TALON TAKE VLADIMIR'S VIRGINITY

#mxssor #This is Talon's crowning moment.#Give him a Burger King crown.#Give this man an Oscar.#&&; [ tbd ]

Ω ♡ ♔

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Ω Best time ever

A distinctly vivid moment comes to mind - during the budding days of their ‘relationship.’ As per tradition, the Du Couteau’s had decided to host a party for Noxian government relations along with the aristocracy in hopes to ‘foster a better relationship.’ But Talon has never been big on parties, socializing, or dressing in finery - so he actually had to flex his charm to drag Vladimir away from the crowds and to the library. Katarina didn’t end up seeing her brother again till the next day, some time in the afternoon, looking mildly suspicious.

♡ What they do after sex

Sprawls out and basks in the after glow. Talon doesn’t like to cuddle immediately after (since he’s sweaty and can’t stand being hot), but he is a tactile creature and will spend some amount of time fiddling with some part of his partner - usually something innocent. Occasionally, he will have a stiff drink afterwards, but mostly he just... likes to sleep and refuel for the next round.

♔ What gets them in the mood

Brushing hands and low voices. Close proximity and lidded eyes. Whispered words and power struggles. Hands in his hair and lips on his neck. Knives. Blood.

#&&; [ headcanon ]#byeee...#mxssor #; ( ask )

@mxssor

&&; It’s ice that permeates the streets this time of year, punctuated by a treacherous snowfall which adds only to precarious footing. The less wary of Noxians might fall prey to such nuance, but Talon’s light footfall was above that of the average man, and he finds the frigid air refreshing, invigorating, numbing to the senses. Right now, it was the one thing that was keeping him calm. Years he’s spent wondering where his adoptive father and beloved teacher had disappeared to. Years he’d spent listening to Katarina murmur of the ‘Black Rose,’ just as obsessed as he, if not more so, but without the time to devote to the cause. So many wedges had been driven into the Du Couteau legacy by Marcus’s disappearance, so much discord brought to Noxian politics. Talon had spent so much time not wanting to deal with the matters, simply because he was not a politico, he was not savvy in these things - in human interaction. Give him a target to kill and a shadow to step in and he was ace. But this? He wasn’t fit to deal. And yet he was the one to figure it out anyway. Perhaps it was his gutter rat instinct that had led him down this particular path, and perhaps it was that in which he had chosen to keep his discovery of both the Black Rose and it’s members to himself rather than allow Kat to be privy to the information. Or, perhaps, it was because of who the list included. Talon was well aware his sister would be twice as murderous as he, less level-headed. A rampage would be in order, where was the younger assassin was fully intent on committing a very slow, very painful murder tonight. He finds himself before the grand (and somewhat gaudy) doors of Vladimir’s in-town home, and does not bother knocking. He never does. Instead, he slips inside with the faintest of clicks, and stamps the snow from his boots as he begins to strip away warm outer layers one by one. As always, the hemomancer’s locale is chilly, but comparably warm to the below freezing temperatures outside, and yet Talon finds that he cannot feel a thing. Not heat. Not cold. No anger. No hurt. Only numbness. It’s a quiet rage that brews in his gut, betrayal lurking beneath ichor orbs. But Vladimir can’t know his discovery. Not yet. Talon wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of an outburst. He needed to suffer like he had. An eye for an eye. Shoes stripped from feet and coat hung up, hands flap a bit of the melting snowflakes from brunette tresses before he steps further into the ever haunting home, paying no mind to the ever present chill. ❝ Vladimir? ❞ Two by two he takes the steps, drifting lazily down the hall, ears open for any sound of his companion. He was probably up to something nefarious, and Talon wasn’t sure if he had the patience to walk in on that tonight. ❝ Where are you? This place is freezing- ❞

#mxssor #&&; [ v: a rose only by name ]#cOME OUT AND FIGHT ME I KNOW YOU TOOK MY DAD

TALON & VLADIMIR

Send me a ship and I’ll tell you...

Who asks the other on dates: VladimirWho is the bigger cuddler: TalonWho initiates holding hands more often: Neither, because BLOOD HANDS.Who remembers anniversaries: Both are pretty okay about it.Who is more possessive: VladimirWho gets more jealous: TalonWho is more protective: Neither considering they fuck other people up pretty easily.Who is more likely to cheat: Probably Vlad but only because Talon has 0 game.Who initiates sexy times the most: It’s an equal opportunity relationship.Who dislikes PDA the most: Talon PRETENDS he hates it.Who kills the spider: Both can burst Elise pretty easily.Who asks the the other to marry them:Who buys the other flowers or gifts: Talon will bring Vlad flowers because Vlad is a fruitcake like that.Who would bring up possibly having kids:Who is more nervous to meet the parents: Well Vlad and Talon both appear to be lacking those, but Katarina can be pretty nuts...Who sleeps on the couch when the other is angry: ...Talon.Who tries to make up first after arguments: Vladimir. Talon can hold a grudge for months.Who tells the other they love them more often: Neither because it’s only said like once every two years and when one or the other is dying.

#you can't expect talon to have a functional relationship with anyone #but especially vladimir #mxssor #;x▐ ᵃᶰᵒᶰʸᵐᵒᵘᶳ #;x▐ ɪɴϙᴜɪʀʏ

єккσ му єggσ ( нeιdι ): vlad

єккσ му єggσ ( нeιdι ): do you have

єккσ му єggσ ( нeιdι ): an iron-deficiency

sampai: ...why do you ask

єккσ му єggσ ( нeιdι ): ...because you look like a guy who has an iron-deficiency

sampai: that's fucking rude

sampai: thought it was gonna be a pickup line and i was going to be flattered

єккσ му єggσ ( нeιdι ): it's funny that you think I know pickup lines

#mxssor #true wuv #; ( skype shit )

——→ mxssor liked for a starter.

The outskirts of Noxus: where Varus did some of his most satisfying hunting. There was something about knowing that a disfigured patrol would be discovered by the next one that was infinitely pleasing to the blighted archer. Dancer's steps carried him gracefully from the scene of the crime, where a once-patrol-group now lay bloody and battered and barely recognizable.

It was on the continuation of his hunt that the archer came across something else----a Noxian, to be sure, but the blight told him that there was something different about this one. Empty eyes narrowed and his corrupted footsteps grew silent on the rocky terrain. A short distance further, and his bow dripped from his arm like oil, forming and hardening into the lethal exoskeleton he had grown so much to love.

Was love the right word? It didn't matter as an arrow hissed to life in Varus' clawed hand like a red, murderous snake. It was nocked, aimed, and the man drew the bow back, ready to let fly. "Don't move," he says in that horrible, twisted tone of his, "lest you wish for an arrow between your eyes."

#mxssor #sorry this took so long !#he's not friendly sdfnlsd