#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

[flordivina]

🌺 send this to ten muns you think are wonderful 🌺 (I think I've sent you this before, but in case I didn't---)

// RIGHT BACK AT YOU, TWINNIE ♥ ♥ ♥ I♥U ♥ ♥ ♥ You are wonderful & amazing & immensely creative & I admire you so so much ♥ ♥ ♥ 🥺

also yes you did, but I'm just replying to it hahaha ♥

[restrainedhungr]

🌺 send this to ten muns you think are wonderful 🌺

SO NICE YA GOTTA SEND IT TWICE <3

idk if that was ur intension but thank you!! You've been so nice and understanding to me despite being well weird in where I kinda disappear for a while then come back with a raging fire. im happy to talk to you about stuff on discord and just have a good buddy in you tbh.

just genuinely get happy seeing you around, i love hearing ur thoughts and ideas on things, and discussing our characters. As like the first person to rlly like try and intigrate our own little hcs with their relations since riot gave us literally nothing you always hold a special place in my blog and with briar

[wayfaringstrangxr]

🌺 send this to ten muns you think are wonderful 🌺

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa ily so much T.T YOU HAVE NO IDEA

[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

[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.

[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.

[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?"

[hexcoremagician]

"Bother me in every universe."

[wayfaringstrangxr]

♡ (to Kayn)

♡ (Mel to Jayce)

Kayn (their canon verse)

●●●●● | ATTRACTION ●●●○○ | AFFECTION ●●●●○ | INTEREST ●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●+ | LOYALTY ●●●●● | TRUST

Jayce and Mel

●●●●● | ATTRACTION ●●●●● | AFFECTION ●●●●● | INTEREST ●●●●● | LOYALTY ●●●●● | TRUST

[ferinehuntressmoved]

💻💻💻

*  ―  𝑺𝑯𝑶𝑼𝑻-𝑶𝑼𝑻𝑺 𝑶𝑭 𝑨𝑾𝑬𝑺𝑶𝑴𝑬𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑺. -> 💻 ― excellent writing

Ohhh, three of them? Okay, three it is! Let's start.

With you :P @ofspvrta. Honestly, I am really so happy you've stuck by me even though I have deviated away from the Assassin's creed world and into something entirely new. And I'm SO happy I still get to write with you. And on that subject of writing, I have always loved and adored how Ikaros can craft so many verses and unique writing in all of them. Kassandra is such a beautiful soul despite her tragic story and the struggles she deals with. And Ikaros portrays it so amazingly! I have had a few threads where I was in tears because Eivor and Evie wanted to hug Kassandra so much. A+ writing, absolutely always love having you on my dash.

Another person with excellent writing is @knifvd. Holy shit, does Bunny write such beautifully crafted words and literally draws me right into her story. Her threads have always left me just stunned in the best of ways, cause her writing just pulls at the heartstrings and make you feel what her muses are feeling. I literally want to reach out to comfort or protect the muse I'm writing with, because her words feel so alive. And you really see the subconscious of her muse and what they are experiencing. I will never not love when Bunny's words are on my dash.

And one more. We'll go with @angelicaaster/@blackrosesmatron. this is the same mum, L. first off, can I just saw how I am always impressed by anyone who's first language isn't english, and yet... it is written so well!? Honestly, anyone who speaks and writings more then two languages, you have my utmost respect, I can't even imagine how amazing that is. I've only really written wiht L's angelica, which is a beautiful OC and I absolutely love everything we crafted. Her threads with angelica have always made me want to engage and write back and I absolutely am a huge supporter of OCs. L takes the same love and devotion to Leblanc! While I haven't written with LeBlanc yet, L still writes her beautifully, despite me having no real knowledge on her or what she does! I really can't wait to write with LB, and I always love seeing her words on my dash.

[piltover-sharpshooter]

🌋

Send 🌋 and my muse will blurt out the first thing that comes to mind when they see your muse

"Do you ever wonder if you are really you? If you aren't one of your clones? Do your clones know they are clones? Do you fear waking up and realizing that you aren't the 'real' Leblanc?"