c.orrosive

affiliated with stella city.

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“A club in a city like this… it figures Demons would waste their time on places like that.” He had only been passing by the building, but felt it necessary to be a smart mouth comment to what he’d figured was a nearby guard… or something of that sort.

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“Demons are often drawn to depravity,” Varus responds. A demon, he’s long identified as, having voluntarily lost his humanity in a frenzy. Though the younger one passed by, the comment alone was enough to warrant a response.

“It would also be wise to keep your thoughts to yourself.”

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i apologize for the super drop in activity!! leagues gotten in my life and wont let go school and real life stuff is takin hold, and also mental health stuffies... my replies will hopefuly be finished by the end of the week

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wardenly:

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❝ ugh– what the hell! listen here, bud. if you think you’re gonna get away with JAYWALKING on MY watch, then you are sorely mistaken! ❞

yeah, that’s right! he’s talking to you, fancy-pants! the warden may have hated his new job assignment - ( crossing guard? PFFT. as if! ) - but he was never one to be one-upped or kicked down so easily, so catch him at one of the busiest intersections in the city dutifully attending to this assignment like the sheep knew he would. 

it’s just a bit unfortunate that he’s still on his arresting kick, and now he’s taking every opportunity to write people up if it stood a snowball’s chance in hell at leading to prison down the road. currently yelling out to this half-naked stranger from across the street, waving his stop sign and completely disregarding whatever chaotic mess is ensuing due to his negligence, the warden hopes this is just another notch in his citation-giving belt… or whatever. 

❝ i don’t know where you came from, but around here we FOLLOW the rules, OBEY the laws set forth by our forefathers, and wear SHIRTS in public! ❞

Was this how he wished to start his day? No. Not exactly. 

The only thing to occupy Varus’s mind is the necessity to hustle, to push through the not-quite-metropolisian streets to get from point A to point B. Little did he understand the operative means of living in a place that wasn’t a small village, so needless to say, certain rules of crossing the road were rules he was ignorant in.

Did he really just cross the street while the signal light flashed red? He sure did.

Now, the color red is the universal symbol for “stop”, yet such known fact did not immediately register in his mind as he pushed along the crosswalk, fortunate enough to cross a street devoid of traffic for the time of day. Devoid of traffic, yes, but devoid of traffic officers, not so much.

He stops in his track as if for a second questioning if such exclamations were directed to him. It had to be him, he’s the only one crossing.

Now, this traffic officer is an eccentric one. Someone must either be having a rough day, or simply enjoys what he does.

Never mind the fact that  he isn’t doing his job very well.

“Is yelling absolutely necessary?” He meant not to sound combative, but his tone tends to carry that impression. ”

The corruption that crawled over his body acted as clothing, he would assume. 

“Finding pants to fit into is... difficult. Besides, I’m in a hurry.”

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📰 - keeping track of world news

oh yeah, he keeps track of that shit. he has a vendetta against noxians as a whole so he’s gotta know where they are and for how long. so, yes, but he’s a little tunnel visioned about it all, for the most part.

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🎤

>> singing

he doesn’t actually sing, but he does hum on occasion. it brings about some sort of peace of mind as well as reassuring himself that hes still human. if you ask him to sing, he would try to shove it aside. if he absolutely has to, then he would try, but he forgets the lyrics often. (try getting him to learn a song with a lot of tongue twisters for a fun party trick.)

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Ask muse how good they are at..

💋 - kissing 👼 - babysitting 🍛 - cooking 💃 - dancing 🎭 - acting/performing arts 🍻 - tolerating alcohol 😠 - managing with their temper 📝- planning and following their plan 🎤- singing 🙊 - keeping secrets 🌷- taking care of plants/pets 😈 - manipulating with others 🏊 - swimming 😂 - telling jokes 📰 - keeping track of world news 📚 - worlds history knowledge ⌚- keeping track of time 💪 - staying fit 😏 - lying 🚗 - driving a car 👗 - dressing with style 🔮 - magic 🔪 - melee weapons 🔫 - ranged weapons 💞 - expressing their feelings 😓 - acknowledging mistakes 🎺 - playing an instrument 🎁 - making gifts ✊ - keeping promises

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i pray this actually shows up in the tags, so, hey, like this for a wee starter, imma take 2

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@venuzing

       “’Scalene triangle’, hmm... ... ...”

       That’s an odd way of selling a product, Varus thought to himself as pointed digits turned pages in a newspaper. Perhaps it was the oddity of non-symmetry that draws in the reader’s attention, but would it truly sell the product it’s advertising? What exactly is it advertising, anyways? It looked to be some sort of statuette marked to sell for a few hundred stardust. Nothing truly remarkable about it in Varus’s eyes, save for the potential behind a contemporary artist being the mastermind behind such a creation.

       The newspaper is cast aside, neatly folded in squares and tucked away under his arm--

       And thus, Varus bears witness to a naturally occurring coincidence.

         “That is unfortunate timing.”

[leagueoflegends-confessions]

An Open Letter to Heartseeker Varus: Take it Off.

Submitted by @princess–charles Artwork by @braitooo

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varus by justduet

[moncherryhead]

Chibi varus for the heart and soul ♡

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mercilessbuttercup:

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     "I was only exploring, honest! I didn’t mean to trespass.“

     Standing outside what seemed to be an exclusive club, Chara crossed their arms. For such a young kid, they always seemed to be getting themselves into trouble; almost mistakenly walking right into some restricted area now being added to the list. Despite having only been in the city for a short while, it seems exploring a vast city with people they don’t know was– surprisingly or unsurprisingly, they aren’t sure– relatively dangerous if you don’t know where you’re going. Who’d of thought?

     Funnily enough, they should know that lesson by now. But sadly, having been Underground for so long, they’ve managed to unlearn a few rules and regulations that people normally follow. At least they were innocent in this case, though whether or not this ‘bouncer’ or whatever believed them was a whole different story. Speaking of said bouncer, they had a strange appearance. It was a tad unnerving, evident from the kid slightly avoiding their gaze.

     Sighing, they heave their shoulders, continuing to attempt and explain themself. "I’ve just arrived to this city, so everything’s fairly new to me. You’re… not going to tell your boss or anything, are you?”

        He thought this to be an unorthodox duty, but one which he must fulfill nonetheless. Behind him pulsated unusual sounds and rhythm, the clamor of guests and hosts alike adding to the cacophony of whatever festivity took place within. (Then again, this is his first day on the job.) 

        Varus has not set foot inside during its hours of operation--really, he would rather not. Its volume from outside and with layers of walls separating him from the place he is safeguarding by proxy is enough to keep Varus from wishing to sate any sense of curiosity he may have over where exactly he’s working and what goes on beyond those double doors. He has a vague idea, but that’s about it. Ah well, his duty is to let those with permissions inside and to keep those without, out. If an uproar were to commence, then he is more than equipped to deal with us.

        Then again, this monstrous visage alone is enough to deter another from even trying. 

        He had not expected to happen upon a child of sorts--isn’t this establishment for adults? Where’d this young one come from? Though impossible to tell from blank white eyes, his gaze would shift to meet the child’s form, a look of curiosity washing over him.

        So they, too, are new arrivals to this unusually pleasant city. 

        Tucking the clipboard underneath his arm, Varus kneels down to meet the child’s gaze more on level. Despite all appearances, he speaks with a soft timbre, recognizing for himself that he--still a conscious and self-aware creature--is speaking to someone significantly younger than he. 

        “This establishment is not meant for children. If you had a destination in mind, I could direct you to it.” Varus paused mid-thought.

        “... Perhaps. This city is unfamiliar to me.”

        That only answered one portion--the latter portion--of the child’s statements.

        “My superiors... will know nothing of this encounter.”