#blackrosesmatron

[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]

@blackrosesmatron

Nature had it's way to overcome the restraints that humanity would try to put upon it. For Briar this was the Hunger, a part of herself that still was part of her but artificially separated from her more docile and curious traits now had found the intelligence to outplay the little toy that the matron had given them. A compacted pillory that didn't restrain her as much? Something that would activate only when too much of the hunger was released? Easy enough to test and try how much she could let out and slip by the carefully crafted item.

Tonight was a gift to not the world, but to herself as the Hunger would take over slowly slipping more and more into the comfortable skin that her two parts occupied. Yet not everything had changed with her, for the most part her appearance looked eerily similar to how it normally would when restrained.

A few noticeable obvious differences being her eyes completely consumed by the bright glowing hue of her magic. Another was the fact she held in her teeth a small human skull. Around her littered the ground a few other bones from previous victims. Crushing it in her jaw she chuckled and swallowed the shards licking her lips slowly before letting out a light panting breath. Excitement hardly held back, static crackling and filling the air with how much energy radiated from the golem. How well fed she was.

" Play. A fun Snowdown for me. "

The Hunger would growl at the matron as she caught up to the carnage. Destroyed buildings, holes in walls, metal ripped through and cracked open like they were special little prizes. Despite the physical destruction there was hardly a drop of blood spilled. Something extremely unusual for the hunger or Briar to do.

It was only because of the bond that they shared Briar, or the Hunger, would not attack LeBlanc. Instead, she stood there with a tilted head curious why the woman would join her now.

" Join? Join the hunt? A real feast of good meat. Family meals all around. "

[wayfaringstrangxr]

🎨 (To Kayn from LB - verse of your choice @blackrosesmatron)

send 🎨 for a colour my muse associates with yours and the reason why. | @blackrosesmatron

(modern) Black (sorry for being obvious), because it reminds him of her hair and the dress she was wearing on the movie premiere they attended (and that stick to his imagination for a long time). Purple because it's the color that represents lust and sexy things for him.

[mxchineherald]

hc + 🎡 for a hobby-themed headcanon

[ask meme closed.]

Viktor used to have a restoration hobby on the side of his lab work. Every chance he could get while visiting his home, he would pick up scrap and discounted, damaged items, using his skills to restore them to their former glory. Usually these were toys or entertainment contraptions and centerpieces, which he would then donate to families in need, or sell for extra funds to spend on materials for the Hextech Project.

Some of these restored inventions and pieces, however, have begun to accumulate in his apartment, sometimes in a half-finished state, waiting for a part to be shipped in or found amongst the scrap piles. As of three years into the Hextech Project, he's slowed down on his hobby, finding himself too busy to complete most projects he undertakes outside of Hextech.

[flordivina]

🎧 (Ahri)

𝒜 𝒮𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒶 𝑀𝓊𝓈𝑒: Ahri // Accepting ♥

I am just a simple Russian Vastayan girl I've got vodka magic in my blood So, I dance with brown bears artic foxes And my soul is torn apart

I dance with brown bears artic foxes And my soul is torn apart

Let me go, I won't ever try to do this anymore If you let - I'll kiss you in your chicks three times This is a tradition, don't you be surprised!

[jynxd]

🌿 (to Silco)

Send 🌿 to accidentally get caught under the mistletoe with my muse.

There were not many festivities that were celebrated in Zaun. This was however, winter was in the air, and that brought one of the very few. However, Silco never had such time to celebrate, too much to do, so much to manage. Yet that never stopped Jinx from attempting to include him celebrations. Often dragging him into big gatherings. Those he expected.

What he did not expect, but should have, was for her to decorate his office in mistletoe, namely above his desk in particular. He was oblivious to this as he was working on paperwork. Only when he heard Leblanc's footsteps did he pause. "What you brings you-" He didn't get a chance to finish his sentence as he found her lips pressed against his.

Silco returned it in kind for a moment before pulling away, raising an eyebrow. "Did our daughter play with mistletoe again?" He glanced up, then, noticing what he suspected just above them. "Of course she did, god knows she been trying to get me in the festive mood." Still he couldn't be annoyed. "I don't suppose you put our daughter up to this? Or did you just want to see me?"

[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

[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. . . .

[mercless]

'... What?"

[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."

[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.

[restrainedhungr]

🤔

send me a 🤔 to hear what thoughts are going through my muse’s head right NOW.

At this very moment, Briar was nodding to herself. Looking determined and as if the thought going through her mind was an affirmation of something important.

' Remember: Greetings, known to people as handshakes, are done with hands. '

[wayfaringstrangxr]

🌺 send this to ten muns you think are wonderful 🌺

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa ily so much T.T YOU HAVE NO IDEA

[mxchineherald]

⏰ How many hours of sleep do they need?

⏲️ How many hours of sleep do they actually get on average a night?

😩 Do they suffer from insomnia?

[ask meme closed.]

⏰- Viktor, according to his doctors, needs to get at least seven to eight hours of sleep a night to prevent flares and maintain his health.

⏲️- Against his doctors' wishes, he only gets about four to six hours of sleep a night. Not that he cares what his doctors tell him, at this point. A dying man has few inhibitions.

😩- Many nights, Viktor is kept awake by pain in his back or leg, as well as possible difficulty breathing. The rest of the nights, he's kept up by his neurodivergent circadian rhythm, and his hyperfocusing onto projects.

[flordivina]

♡

I tend to daydream a lot... & by that I mean 24/7. I may be brooming around & as any proud latina I must do so with music in there... but the amount of ideas that suddenly come to mind ?! There I am like "this could be for this scene!" ... & then my version of dancing to music while doing shores, is acting a performance in the middle of the Living Room, sort of speaking dialogue---

{ also am I the only one who re-reads her muses dialogue trying to speak in the same way they do? or sort of trying to imitate gestures to imagine the scene or--- ? }

[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?"