#blackrosesmatron

[restrainedhungr]

cont. from here @blackrosesmatron

" I missed you too! " Excitedly, she literally jumps at her and wraps her. . . well unfortunately her arms are still stuck in the the pillory so instead she wraps her legs around the taller woman's waist for a hug. Nuzzling into her happily with a low purr before detaching herself and standing there bounding on her heels.

" Oooohhh you want to hear about what I did? I went on so many adventures! I traveled around and walked around a lot! I met so many new friends and snacks! "

[jynxd]

"Did you miss me, my dear?" (For Jinx) @blackrosesmatron

Jinx couldn't recall how long it had been since Leblanc had disappeared from her life. But ever since, it had changed drastically and Jinx had lost everything as a result. Not only had her decisions brought Silco to the very place that would be his tomb, but it was the enforcer who had stolen away her sister that had done the deed. Her sister had even dared to tell it would be okay now that he was gone.

However, despite the way she had torn into them, how they barely survived her onslaught, nothing would be okay. After blowing up the council building, she had even tried to bring him to Singed, to save him like he had saved her. Only for her last hope to be shattered when it was too late. It broke her completely and as it stood now, her mind was shattered into a million pieces. Her pain and rage laid bare for all to see.

That did not mean that she wasn't alone in mind, though, as images of Silco visited her with words of comfort. 'You'll make me them pay, Jinx, and no matter what, I'll be at your side when you do.' He said behind her as she sat against on the edge of the fountain shadowed by vander's statue and for a moment she swore felt a hand brush against her cheek. A wisp of wind blew across her face, too, as the image faded away, the last to fade being his smile. Jinx pounded a fist into the stone at her side, causing bits to break completely off as she let out a scream of rage.

Then she heard Leblanc's voice, and immediately she turned her head to face the direction it came from. A look of despair was on full display as she could see, what she believed was only a projection in her mind, approaching her. "I do miss you, like I miss Papa." Jinx finally spoke in response, unaware that Leblanc was actually there. "I miss you both so much. But I'm alone now, because you're not really here are you? You're gone, just like Papa is, just somewhere else..."

[shimmerbeasts]

Her eyes flicked open as if she had just been ripped out of a trance. A hand almost instinctively placed itself on her stomach as if she had to reconfirm for herself that she was not bleeding. Getting a sword shoved through your lower abdomen should hurt, yet the sting LeBlanc felt, was more akin to the nuisance of getting stung by a mosquito. It had been more shock than hurt which made her heart race.

Even so, that strike had been awfully predictable. Corner a wolf far enough and it would always bite at the hand reaching for it. Ambessa Merdarda was slipping and had been for the last five years or so. Her former victories had made the Noxian complacent and thus in return predictable. One might almost consider the predictability boring if the source of it all wasn't so infuriating.

Carefully familiarising herself with her body again, the matriarch flexed her fingers and looked around, spotting when her dark eyes noticed a tiny figure, standing in the corner. His dark blue hat's brim obstructed his face, save for a pair of blazing, passionate, yellow eyes. His purple robes were supported by dark belts and iron rings, adorned with little spikes.

"My apologies, Veigar", LeBlanc said and gestured to her face in a strange gesture, "I did not see you. I hope I did not keep you waiting for too long, old friend."

The matriarch got up from the floor's carpet, she had been sitting on for the last half hour or so. Had it really only been half an hour? It had felt longer to her. LeBlanc headed over towards a little wooden desk with two chairs. On it lay a few utensils, among them a porcelain teapot with a dark red pattern of roses and thorns on it as well as a few corresponding cups.

Filling herself one cup, she hovered over another cup with the teapot as she looked back at Veigar and asked: "Tea, little Lordling?"

@blackrosesmatron

[restrainedhungr-a]

" Well if he doesn't smell weird why don't you two be mates? You already are both nice to me. . . . and you like hunting! And blood. . .I think? And if he doesn't smell weird then it could work out! "

[infinite-xerath]

Possibilities in Power

The atmosphere of Nerimazeth could only be described as 'oppressive.' Monuments towered, even hovered, over the cracks and barren landscape that seemed to be bleeding magical energy. Malformed creatures stalked the land, only paying passing glances to the figures that trudged through it.

The figure at the head of the group didn't look entirely human either: their skin was pale and emaciated, and their head was covered by a bronze-gold helmet that matched the two-pronged staff in their hands. The lead figure glided rather than walking, their legs replaced by an ethereal blue wisp.

In the distance, the city of Nerimazeth was coming into view. A lone figure hovered above its entrance, watching as the caravan drew nearer. It was a somewhat tedious affair, but it was best for Xerath to greet his new followers in person and ensure they knew their place. Little did he know, however, that one among them was more than what she appeared...

@blackrosesmatron

[mxchineherald]

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[ask meme here.]

𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄: Fight For the Native Village - Michael Bross 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎: ❛ So the Rose comes to the West. Interesting. ❜ 𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘: ❛ My plans do not include your interference. ❜ 𝐃𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓: ❛ My work? Who will continue my work...? ❜ 𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐓: ❛ Come to my side, then. We have Hell to fight for. ❜ 𝐓𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐓: ❛ All your tricks and schemes won't work on me. I am not as ignorant as the rest of this desolate wasteland. ❜ 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐓: ❛ Don't you dare bring my craftsmanship into question! ❜ 𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐄: ❛ The world needs me more than I need this victory. ❜ 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐄: ❛ Go on, run back to your coven. ❜ 𝐓𝐈𝐄: ❛ We are evenly matched, even in the savage west. ❜ 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘: ❛ It would be a shame to let such a powerful soul go to waste. Perhaps a clockwork body will hold you. ❜ 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐄: ❛ Submit to my machinations, witch! ❜

[wayfaringstrangxr]

♡ (to Kayn)

♡ (Mel to Jayce)

Kayn (their canon verse)

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Jayce and Mel

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[hemoplagued]

Your portrait of him is beautifully monstrous at same time he continues being the snob noble man who has very little care for other people's well-being 10/10 Vlad right there

[How's my Portrayal?]

Wahh... thank you !! I'm a bit worried that he might be too harsh to talk to, I'm trying to buff down his spite and rudeness to make him easier for interaction!! But I'm happy you think that he's good. I don't wanna scare people away with a rude rich guy for a muse JHGFHG. . . .

[ferinehuntress]

👀how do they feel about voyeurism? exhibitionism? (Cait)

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　⊰ ⸻ ⊱　"Uh," Caitlyn paused for a moment, thinking about the question as she looked a little baffled by the sudden question that most definitely was not a public conversation in Piltover.

"I don't know," She finally answered as she glanced over to Abhorsen. "I suppose doing some Voyeurism with Vi could be sexy.  Again, this would be exclusively behind doors and no one else would get to see it. Vi could watch me or I could watch Vi. I could see it being sexy if I was tied up on the bed and Vi showing herself off and I literally can't move or touch her," Caitlyn felt a heated blush against her cheeks as she reached her hands up to brush them softly against her cheeks. "And I wouldn't mind teasing Vi with a show if she wanted it, I think that be very erotic, and see how long it takes before Vi tackles me,"

She hummed softly at the other one. "Exhibition, I don't think I enjoy that thought. Now the thought of an exhibition might be fun. Say, Vi and I doing something on my balcony that overlooks the garden, and the 'idea' of being caught. Or like getting handsy in a dark hallway at a gala event. But I would never want anyone to watch us, ever. The things I do with Vi, that is our time. Whether we are just having sex for fun, or if it's more intimate; that is for us and only us. I'm very particular about this cause I just don't want to share that. It's personal and private. So True exhibition isn't going to happen, but the fantasy versions, the idea of behind caught would be fun and exhilarating, but I would never actually share it with anyone," The idea of someone watching them and them showing off visible angered Caitlyn as she gritted her teeth.

"I will not be a tool for someone else's pleasure, and I would never subject Vi to such actions. Vi deserves far more than that. So no, I would never do exhibitionism. What we do is behind closed doors and for ourselves to enjoy," Caitlyn said and looked over to Abhorsen. "Apologizes, I'm not angry at you, only the idea of Piltovan society watching us,"

[mercless]

'... What?"

[restrainedhungr]

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BATTLE THEME: Hunt or Be Hunted

BATTLE INTRO: " Oh is this a new training exercise? Should I go all out?? " - VICTORY: " Looks like I passed this time! Not that much of a failure anymore, huh? " - DEFEAT: " Aw man, I guess that means I'll just have to try harder next time. " - ASSIST: " STAY AWAY FROM HER. " - TAUNT: " Oooohh was that supposed to hurt? You know I won't break that easy! " - REACTING TO TAUNT: " Huh? Oh I wasn't paying attention, was I supposed to laugh? " - FLEE: " OOOO SOMETHING SHINY! " - REACTING TO FLEE: " Hey you can't run, that's cheating! " - TIE: " So is this still a win? Or a loss? " - PERFECT VICTORY: " Were you even trying? You can't let me win that easy! " - FINISH MOVE: " NOT CLEVER ENOUGH. "

[jynxd]

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"While I have much interest, it as as you say, we simply co-parent. We keep things on a professional level. Need there be anything else?"

[shimmerbeasts]

👤 (Mizora)

Notable Characters In My Muse's Life||Accepting.

Maxwell, often called Max, is one of Mizora's guards and hell beasts. As a Haraknin, Maxwell is a special kind of hellhound, who can turn himself into a humanoid figure. Maxwell looks, according to Mizora, like a Hellhound with an identity crisis. Wolfish in appearance, Maxwell has very long legs, a slim, fox-like face and a long, touseled mane of thick fur and bushy tail. His pelt is rusty red, save for his legs, tail- and ear tips being completely black. Moreover, unlike other hellhounds, Maxwell does make some noise when he is hunting you. However, instead of some blood-curdling howl, he creates a disturbing, confusing sound almost as if he tries to howl or bark while choking on a ball of cotton.

Like all Haraknins under Mizora, Maxwell's humanoid shape is based on who he used to be in life. In Maxwell's case, that is a slim, female-presenting, non-binary wood elf with short brown hair, green eyes and a male voice. However, most of the time, you probably don't even hear Maxwell's voice as he has selective mutism and because of that rarely talks, even with Mizora.

Maxwell is observant, and quiet, rarely speaks his mind and thrives when someone gives him a direction. Disruptions and chaos make him very uncomfortable, which is why Maxwell is very vigilant and tends to weed out people, he regards as problematic or dangerous very quickly.

Maxwell has a sensory disorder, which makes him very protective and almost loving towards softer fabrics, such as very fine wool or cotton. Mizora makes use of that fact and usually marks items or people to guard with those fabrics. Maxwell's preferred body shape is his hellhound form as it feeds into his obsession with order and being given direction in the form of Mizora's commands.

In life, Maxwell was a performer who wanted to be a bard due to his love for music. He was very athletic, capable of doing things like flips, handstands, and walking on his hands and feet, often in an almost crawl-like shape, usually with his back to the ground. Maxwell was the contortionist in the circus, he worked at. However, because of his selective mutism, Maxwell was barred from learning to be a bard as he could not sing. This is where Mizora's deal with him comes in.

The Cambion gave him the ability to steal the voice of someone else, including any magical properties they might have, and use it to sing so he could become a bard. The fact that Maxwell could steal the magical properties of someone's voice meant that he at least once or twice stole a harpy's or siren's voice, which did not go too well for his listeners. All in exchange, Mizora asked for, was his soul. While Maxwell was technically her warlock, in his eyes, he would always be a bard first and a warlock second.

[steel-and-fire]

"Booty Check"

Send "Booty Check" and my muse will rate your muse's butt from 1 to 10

"Hmm...", the blacksmith took on his objective, appraising expression, cutting himself off any...intimate perspectives on the matter and trying to be fair and honest, as if appraising a blade.

"I'll have to go with an 8 for you, my lady. You have a lot of good shape, and rather...nice volume too for your body without ruining your figure. What you lack in a little and takes the last points out is in the athletic firmness, but it's a very nice behind overall, excellent."

[piranhasbreath]

@blackrosesmatron

"And here I thought my dear sisters were too scared of getting their feet wet." Came the voice, dripping with sarcasm. The witch was there, in the water, only her had and torso visible, deadly tentacles strategetily hidden in the murky waters. Her demenor was friendly enough, but if she could grab another sacrife for her lord, she would without thinking twice. While she doubt this one would be easily drowned, at least a plaything it would be.

"Have you reconsidered and decided to abandon those false gods finally?"

[wayfaringstrangxr]

“I am so proud of you, my love…” Her final word faded as the last of her life slipped away. Her golden eyes, once brilliant and sharp, dulled and grew distant as she released her final breath. In that moment, LeBlanc went limp in Kayn's arms.

Both had known it would end like this, and yet, both had secretly hoped it wouldn’t.

Kayn finally allowed his hands to tremble and the breath he'd been holding escaped along with tears that cloud his vision. The scithe had pierced her chest, but Rhaast's teasings about the blood's taste didn't even reach his ears.

It's been years since tears stream down his face, he couldn't even remember the reason, but this time he could not forget. He loved her and this feeling seem to consume him. Rhaast was put aside while Kayn embrace her body, hiccups shaking his own.

"This will be interesting." Rhaast said, even that Kayn didn't had ears for him.