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[txrks]

Thematic Headcanons.@vxracity | hc + 🚶‍♂️ for a habit-themed headcanon hc + 👍 for a headcanon about things they like hc + 👎 for a headcanon about things they dislike [Ren]

Ren feels safest when she has all her knives on her person so she has a habit of tapping them, one by one, when she's stressed or preparing for a fight. She's done it so much that she does it absentmindedly a lot now (she keeps them in a high holster)

Ren is still very frugal about due to her upbringing but since coming to Midgar she's fallen in love with cute little charms - Little keychain things, or little arcade prizes.

Ren doesn't like when Turks fight. She has complex emotions about conflict overall but intercommunity conflict in particular puts her on edge.

[ceaselxss]

⏳

For every “⏳” I receive, my muse will openly talk about a bit of their backstory.

"I didn't get along with my father but even then, I can't think of what it would take for me to want to kill him when I was as young as you were when the patricidal desires started. I don't think I would have killed him... But in the end, I do think I condemned him to death. Maybe that's worse. I don't know if he's alive or dead. I doubt he survived... I've never checked. Maybe that makes me a coward."

[ceaselxss]

[ dressing room ]

*  ―  𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑲𝒀 𝑺𝑪𝑬𝑵𝑨𝑹𝑰𝑶𝑺. [ dressing room ] our muses have some fun in a dressing room together

Dressing well was one of Tseng's highest priority - so it made sense to him to introduce Rufus to his tailor soon after his arrival to Midgar. He was a lovely man, who Tseng had been working with for years; Wutian and incredibly fashionable, and he knew in loose terms the type of business Tseng was involved in.

Which meant that he had gotten quite good at allowing Tseng his privacy, and keeping the store quiet for him.

The rest of the store was emptied as Tseng helped dress Rufus, trying on new silhouettes - the blond was certainly capable of dressing himself, but this was quicker and they both had busy schedules.

"How brave you are, sir..." Tseng murmured, his hands loosely holding onto Rufus's slim waist. "To be in such a small space with someone who has certainly envisioned killing you more than once."

Despite the threatening words, his voice was low and his tone was amused; clearly flirting. Perhaps it was strange of him, that violence was something he so closely tied to lust.

"All these pretty clothes, all of them would cover any marks I left upon your skin... And your skin looks like it would mark easily. Should we test it?"

[frozenvaliancy-blog]

[[favorite ashe skin..? uh, queen 'cause lore? I dunno. Just letting you know I read all of your rules so I'm sending this.]]

{thank you~}

[siinged-blog]

Katarina du Couteau. The name carried with it much--reputation, rumors, whispered stories spoken by frightened, cautious lips. If you hadn’t heard of the famed Sinister Blade, then you clearly hadn’t been looking very hard at all. The assassin was the object of morbid fascination for Singed; not for her specifically, but for her efficiency and skill with her art. Katarina was impossibly quick and clean, and it was something to be admired. After all, there was a certain lethal elegance about the Noxian’s kills, and the chemist would be lying if he said it wasn’t admirable.

He’d come to Noxus with curiosity in tow, a question waiting to be sprung; getting here had been the easy part. Finding Katarina would likely be far more difficult.