#buhru

[felinae-felidae]

Done with this 🧡☀️✨

[aystay]

revenge for @felinae-felidae !! his super cute arcane ocs :3

[inamindfarfaraway]

I have never played League of Legends or Legends of Runeterra. But I've been watching a lot of TB Skyen's character, lore and short film breakdown videos and gone down a rabbit hole about the world and inhabitants of Runeterra. So I went and made an OC.

She has the magic power to change the colour of things, which is a lot more awesome than it sounds, and is essentially trying to be Bilgewater's Batman... except there's no law in Bilgewater.

She’s meant to be a heroic foil to Pyke: both have a tragic backstory, present or past grudge against the selfish and corrupt people of Bilgewater, fishing theme, strong association with a notable aquatic animal (sharks and cuttlefish) and are armed with a sharp weapon on a cord; Pyke’s list and very memory of his death, his perception of who he needs to get revenge on, is constantly shifting as the jaull-fish manipulates him, while Kamea alters the perception of others to manipulate them.

Update: there's another one, inspired by TB Skyen’s The Mageseeker playthrough! He's a young mage in the Demacian story with red ice magic, arrythmia and so much trauma.

@tbposting

[teeto-peteto]

In a magical perfect setting where we can perhaps stop thinking for a straight second that Abigail is going to die eventually on the timeline actually imagining Sarah/Illaoi/Pyke friendship trio being just kids/teenagers saying a bunch of cusswords, teasing each other and getting into silly mess around the town is funny.

In some way imagine both Illaoi and Pyke being able to enjoy time outside the buhru with Sarah getting onto messes they must not be but still, Illaoi has her fun and her time to shine like a teenager/kid pretty on the sunlight and Pyke gets some of actual personality out. Illaoi and Sarah having that untold fling between them and staring at each other in silence and smiling for no reason while Pyke rolls his eyes because 'they both are dumbasses', him talking about it with Illaoi like 'Well, if you guys end up together then im either out of the group or im the thirdwheel and i dont know wich one is the worst option' to wich Illaoi just laughs and pats his back a little too rough and tells him its not a big deal and that he'll be alright.

Be damned if he perhaps has a little crush on someone cause if Sarah notices/is told about it she will tease the shit out of him. They're both constantly at each others throats. The times Illaoi had to get between them to separate them because things were getting a litte out of hand, but still they're good friends. I hope.

[yunalai]

qiyana will be so insufferable when she learns about other regions in runeterra and their religions cuz she will show interest but also be like "your fake gods are so intricate"

[teeto-peteto]

literally the answer

Tough question imo. But, considering the whole traumatic experience, and the shambly politics in Bilgewater and that almost all the champions in the city kill people in a regular basis. Do you think Pyke is a good or a bad person? Is his path of vengance justified or unjustified?

His path of vengeance, killing captains, from a certain point of view, is justified. They mistreat their crew, kill the beasts of the water. A dead captain can't hurt their crew. But it's not just captains, is it? It's everyone on the list, shipmen, quartermasters, boatswain, Powder monkeys (Yes, that's a crew name.), even people who weren't sailors for years according to RK.

It's messy, but should you blame the captains who earned their fates? The creature who swallowed Pyke? The captain who cut Pyke's line? Gangplank for making Bilgewater into such a dangerous place? Who can say who is at fault?

And like you say, he's hardly the only killer in the city. I hope this answer makes sense instead of just wannabe poetic language?

Answer: It's complicated.

[collidescopeeyes]

Random Relationship Headcanons: Pyke

- Whittles in his free time. Always has a piece of wood and a carving knife on him, his pockets always have sawdust shavings in them. Likes working with bone too, but that's less portable. Forgot about it for a while after he died, but he tries to keep it up after the Deep loosens it's hold on him, it helps keep him occupied. Works more with bone after though; knives are somehow just a bit sharper in his hands. He always gives you the nicest ones, but he's very particular about which ones turned out good enough

- Pre-Deep, wakes up at the crack of dawn. Can be convinced to come back to bed for exactly as long as it takes you to fall asleep again. Post-Deep doesn't need to sleep, but still sticks around as long as it takes you to fall sleep before slipping away.

- Likes salty and spicy flavours, but is also used to eating whatever's convenient for sustenence. He has a few dishes he learned from his mom that he can make really well, but that's from years of practice: he needs to be given Very Specific Instructions for anything else or he's hopeless. Makes a god tier chili but it's so hot you WILL cry and he WILL laugh at you

- Post-Deep, he still needs to eat, but left to his own devices he just eats raw fish like some kind of extremely budget sashimi chef. He came back with sharper teeth, and he can't exactly get sick anymore.

- Speaking of post-Deep changes, doesn't need to breathe, and doesn't have a heartbeat anymore. He can see in the dark and in water incredibly well, but he's actually a bit blind during the day.

- His sense of smell is fucked from years of exposure to chemicals and offal on the slaughter docks, hence why he likes food with strong flavours; aromatics are wasted on him. VERY strict with personal hygiene bc of that, he knows he can't tell if he smells like blood and death and he doesn't want to gross you out. Steals your soap though, if he notices he smells like lavender he doesn't care.

- Forgets to act like a human being sometimes. Pre-Deep that was just peak bachelor behavior like eating a tomato like it's an apple cuz it's food and it's fast. Post-Deep he's just Weird, like stands in one spot looming and not blinking not breathing for an hour weird. Tries not to do it in front of you, but you're the only person he cares about not freaking out.

- Always smells like the sea, has calloused hands but is always very gentle with you (unless in some very specific situations where you don't want him to be wink wonk). His tattoos go up his arms and down his back. Feels kind of uncomfortable when he's out and around other people without his bandana up, he's just so used to it.

- His mother was Buhru serpent caller and his father a Freljordian who joined up with with the Noxian Navy during one of their northern campaigns. Father died young, mother when he was 18. Pretty much been on his own since then, never really had anyone especially important to him in that time and is used to taking care of himself. Pretty much never treats himself to nice things so the task has to fall to you. Consequentially, has zero immunity to you doing nice things for him just because; pack him a lunch with a sweet note and he’s Gone that's It, Pyke.exe has Stopped Responding

- Resting murder face that gets worse when he's embarrassed. His levels of flustered are directly proportionate to how much he looks like he's about to stab someone. His ears get red though, it's cute.

- Punctual and has an excellent memory, if you ask him to do something he'll do it no questions asked. If you tell him to meet you in a random alleyway at 10:05am with a grocery list of 16 things, he's there on the dot and to the letter.

- Fantastic whistler, great singing voice, you'll literally never catch him doing it. If you're sick or something he might be persuaded to hum you a lullaby.

- Thinks actions count more than words, and that being reliable and showing up is way more important than any grand gesture. If you're having a bad day he'll bring you coffee or a snack you like, chores are done so there's nothing for you to worry about when you get home, anything he can do to make your day less stressful. Doesn't mention it either, it's just natural to him, like obviously he's gonna do whatever he can to help. Likewise, it doesn't take much to keep him happy, just as long as he knows he can rely on you.

- Appreciates physical closeness but doesn't usually initiate it. Not really used to recognizing when he wants something, just kinda goes from mysteriously being unhappy to internally having a little :) thought bubble above his head when you sit down next to him (still looks pissed tho but that's just his face don't worry about it). Doesn't need to talk or anything, just likes being close to you.

- Great listener, you might worry he's not paying attention because he tends not to say much, but he'll remember every word. Will happily listen to you talk about literally anything that interests you, if it's important to you it's important to him.

- If there's a problem you need to work out just tell him. He'll notice if something is up but he trusts you'll come to him when you're ready to talk. Great at listening and trying to understand where you're coming from but isn't great at recognizing or articulating his own feelings, so he needs time to think about how to respond. Please be patient with him, he's trying his best.

- Not really jealous or possessive but has a natural ‘don’t fuck with me’ aura that means no one even thinks of getting too friendly with you, even before he became the Blood Harbor Ripper. Ngl, he enjoys it, means he gets to monopolize you–anyone who knows you well know he's harmless (to them).

- Post-Deep, gets more protective and…not really clingy but he Hovers. You're the most important thing in the world to him, you're his reprieve from the voices and the only good thing he has left in a world that's fucked him over and he's shit scared of losing you. Even when he can't actively be beside you, he still prefers to keep tabs on you from the shadows when he can. The Ripper thing gets in the way less than you'd think; no one really lives to say what he looks like and what does get passed on is very exaggerated, and freaky glowing eyes are more common than you'd think in Runeterra--plus, the Ripper's not just gonna be walking around, psh. He hates crowds now though and worries he won't be able to control his reactions, so if you're running errands at a market or something don't expect company. Gets antsy if he hasn't seen you in a while, so don't be surprised if he's disproportionately relieved to see you.

- Post-Deep, has a much harder time relaxing, his memory is a lot hazier, and he gets confused when things don't line up with what he has in his head. The voices are distracting and he's not always sure what's real and what's not. The Deep fucked him up and he's still sort of figuring how to deal with it–its pretty unclear how much of what's going on with him is actual literal magic and how much is a man with severe PTSD struggling to make sense of his new reality

- Anyway I finished playing the Ruined King game and my epilogue hc is the part in that where Illaoi offers to help break his curse and he goes to teach the Buhru about sea monsters. His list becomes his list, not about what the Deep wants but about protecting people who can't protect themselves. He finds connection with an estranged heritage and purpose in helping protect Bilgewater, either through helping the serpent callers or through putting fear into Bilgewaters scummiest.

NSFW (under cut)

- His job keeps him away from you for long stretches of time and by God is he gonna make up for that

- High libido but is used to managing that on his own, jerking off twice a day just was just kinda part of his daily routine; if you're in the mood he much much prefers coming to you instead

- Definitely a dom, likes being a bit rough with you. Gets immense satisfaction out of making a mess out of you, hand in your hair whispering filthy things in your ear while pounding you within an inch of your life. Loves hearing you beg and whimper. Act up if you want a spanking, you're not getting out of here without cumming at LEAST three times anyway

- Loves it when you're loud, it's his personal goal to extract as many noises from you as he can and he doesn't give a fuck who hears. Dirty talk aside, he's not very vocal himself, but God does he sound good when you do get a moan out of him

- Can and will manhandle you. Holds your wrists in one hand or pulls your head back with a firm grasp on your hair, holds your throat so he can feel your pulse pounding, flips you over or pushes you down so he can fuck you better. If you're getting home and he's in a mood you're getting picked up and fucked against the front door, neighbors who?? He wrestles sea monsters for a living, you basically weigh nothing to him, and he loves how cute and pliant you get when he's fucking your brains out ❤️

- Big fan of oral, giving and receiving. Eats pussy like he doesn't need to breath, he thinks you taste great and he loves making you squirm--be warned, this will work him up and you will be getting railed after, how many times you already came on his tongue is really irrelevant. Likewise, he thinks you're so pretty on your knees struggling to fit his cock in your mouth, and he makes sure he tells you that and what a good job you're doing ❤️

- He has thick fingers and by God does he know how to use them, can reduce you to a puddle with one hand up your skirt. If you're feeling bold enough to tease him in public you will inevitably find yourself in some dark corner with one leg hiked up to his hip while he makes you see stars. There are a lot of areas where he's a patient man, and this is not one of them--you fuck around you WILL be finding out.

- If you wear lingerie it's not coming out intact, sorry. Something about it just makes him want to wreck you, prettier the better. That being said, he can't decide whether you look better with his cum dripping out of you or off of you--help him decide, will you?

- Will happily let you take charge, he likes seeing you chasing your own pleasure. If you want to do any kind of edge play on him though he will need to be physically restrained, and he will get so growly about it. At his most desperate he doesn't even sound human anymore.

- Occasionally, just wants something slow and intimate, you in his lap with your arms around his neck, just taking the time to enjoy each other. He's a softy at heart, he doesn't know how to ask for it but sometimes he just craves a bit of romance.

- After, cleans you up and holds you until you fall asleep, occasionally presses a kiss to your hair. Actually gets super sulky if you don't have time to cuddle properly. He's not great with words, so it's an important way for him to show how deeply he cares about you.

[valiantthearts]

◈　LEGAL   NAME　 ⋯ 　Caitlyn Lavender Mizuki of House Kiramman ◈　MOST   KNOWN   AS　 ⋯ 　Caitlyn ◈　NICKNAME(S)　 ⋯ 　Cait, Cupcake (Vi), Caity, Kitten (Cassandra/Tobias), Sheriff Sharlaten (unwanted/Jinx)

◈　DATE   OF   BIRTH　 ⋯ 　December 22th ◈　SEX　 ⋯ 　cis-female / femme ( she / her / hers ) ◈　PLACE   OF   BIRTH　 ⋯ 　High Piltover, Gardener Street Estate Home ◈　CURRENTLY   LIVING　 ⋯ 　Piltover; including the Kiramman Estate or Vi’s Flat　.

◈　SPOKEN LANGUAGES　 ⋯ 　Piltovan/Zaunite (Common tongue, like English), Ionian, Va-Nox, Freljordian, Demacian, Shuriman, Buhru, Sign Language, and a little Vastayan　. ◈　EDUCATION　 ⋯ 　Aristocrat Schooling, High Diplomat education, Professional Hunter, Sniper Training, Enforcer Academy training, Noxian combat (weapon and hand-to-hand)

◈　HAIR   COLOR　 ⋯ 　Dark blue with Silver-Gray Streaking ◈　EYE   COLOR　 ⋯ 　Heterochromia, Ocean Blue ; A mix of Caribbean blue outer color mixed with tropical turqoise green inner color ◈　SCARS　 ⋯ 　Many, including a small x on her left cheek, a bit mark on her right neck, scars on her back (written out words of imposter, liar, sister stealer, and thief, jinx's monkey symbol on left shoulderblade, eye of zaun on her back neck, scars on her arms here and there, scars on her legs, several bullet holes (left shoulder, left leg, and a few others), hextech scar on left collarbone, and many many more ◈　HEIGHT　 ⋯ 　6' 2" / 190cm ◈　WEIGHT　 ⋯ 　163 lbs / 73.94kg

◈　RELATIONSHIP　 ⋯ 　

Cassandra Rose Jade of House Kiramman [ Mother / Deceased ]

Tobias Miran of House Kiramman [ Father ]

Vi [ lover / mate / girlfriend ]

Sett [ Brother Figure ]

Mel [ Confidante ]

◈　SEXUAL   ORIENTATION　 ⋯ 　Lesbian, High Libido ◈　RELATIONSHIP   STATUS　 ⋯ 　Mated to Vi

  ◈　LEGAL   NAME　 ⋯ 　Violet ◈　MOST   KNOWN   AS　 ⋯ 　Vi ◈　NICKNAME(S)　 ⋯ 　Vi, Vicious, Violent, Tigress, Pink

◈　DATE   OF   BIRTH　 ⋯ 　April 22th ◈　SEX　 ⋯ 　cis-female / butch ( she / her / hers ) ◈　PLACE   OF   BIRTH　 ⋯ 　Zaun ◈　CURRENTLY   LIVING　 ⋯ 　Piltover; at the Kiramman Estate

◈　SPOKEN LANGUAGES　 ⋯ 　Piltovan/Zaunite (Common tongue, like English), Vastayan and Non-verbal language between animals ◈　EDUCATION　 ⋯ 　None , Taught how to read but doesn't remember how to write ,

◈　HAIR   COLOR　 ⋯ 　Red that shifts into a pink hue at the tips ◈　EYE   COLOR　 ⋯ 　Heterochromia, Green eyes with flakes of copper ◈　SCARS　 ⋯ 　Many, scars along her neck, wrist, and ankles from shackles, many cuts against her back from whippings, random cuts along arms and legs from fights. Scars over her knuckles. Scar on her left eyebrow from a childhood fight, a cut against her lip from her first fight in stillwater, four claw stab  wound on right abdomen, large scar over abdomen from a Noxian blade. ◈　HEIGHT　 ⋯ 　5' 7.3'' / 171cm ◈　WEIGHT　 ⋯ 　154 lbs / 70kg

◈　RELATIONSHIP　 ⋯ 　

Felicia [ Mother / Deceased ]

Saber [ Father / Deceased ]

Powder / Jinx [ sister / Estranged / Complicated ]

Claggor & Mylo [ Younger Brothers / Deceased ]

Vander [ Adopted Father ]

Caitlyn Kiramman [ Mate / Lover / Girlfriend ]

Sevika [ Maternal Figure / Enemy / Complicated ]

◈　SEXUAL   ORIENTATION　 ⋯ 　Lesbian, High Libido ◈　RELATIONSHIP   STATUS　 ⋯ 　Mated to Caitlyn

Tagged by: @piltover-sharpshooter & @shimmerbeasts

Tagging: @sharransepulchre, @hexedevolution, @ruinouss, @steel-shadow

@restrainedhungr, @lvnarii, @jynxd, @fatedhxnt

@gaevaer, @melodyxriver, @nightmarefuele, @blackrosesmatron, @zaunseye

[ferinehuntressmoved]

[ B ] ASIC　INFORMATION　.

LEGAL   NAME:　Caitlyn Lavender Mizuki of House Kiramman　. MOST   KNOWN   AS:　Caitlyn　. NICKNAME(S):　Cait, Cupcake, Caity, Cit-Cat, Little Bird, Snowflake　. DATE   OF   BIRTH:　December 20th　. SEX:　cis-female ( she / her / hers )　. PLACE   OF   BIRTH:　High Piltover, Gardener Street Estate Home　. CURRENTLY   LIVING:　Piltover; including the Kiramman Estate or Vi's Flat　. SPOKEN LANGUAGES:　Piltovan/Zaunite (Common tongue, like English), Ionian, Va-Nox, Freljordian, Demacian, Shuriman, Buhru, Sign Language, and a little Vastayan EDUCATION:　Aristocrat Schooling, High Diplomat education　. HAIR   COLOR:　Dark blue with Silver-Gray Streaking　. EYE   COLOR:　Heterochromia, Ocean Blue -> A mix of Caribbean blue outer color mixed with tropical turqoise green inner color　. HEIGHT:　6'2" (6’ 4’’ with heels)　.

[ F ] AMILY　INFORMATION　.

SIBLING(S):　Jayce Talis [ @futureforged / Adopted Brother ]　;　Viktor [ @hexcoremagician / Adopted brother ]　;　Sett [ @goldenfists / Adopted Brother ]　. PARENT(S):　Cassandra Rose Jade of House Kiramman & Tobias Miran of House Kiramman (Before being married, was just Tobias Miran)　. CHILDREN:　none　. PET(S):　Selene - Black Sphynx Cat　;　Freyja - Black Tiger Protector　;　Duke, Bear, Lady, Storm, River, & Wolf - Six German Shepards hounds　.

[ R ] ELATIONSHIP　INFORMATION　.

SEXUAL   ORIENTATION:　Lesbian　. RELATIONSHIP   STATUS:　In a relationship with Vi　[ @shimmerbeasts,　@decidentia,　@gauntlets-shot,　@realmyths,　@undercity-prodigy,　@torntruth,　 ]　. SINCE   WHEN:　Dependent on verses ; typically after the events of the council hall explosion　.

➤ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 [ : ] stolen from old blog ➤ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 [ : ] @shimmerbeasts, @hexcoremagician, @futureforged, @goldenfists, @gauntlets-shot, @decidentia, @realmyths, @powdied, @jynxd, @blackrosesmatron, @heredis-sanguinis, @angelicxlly, @demacianhcart, @defyances, @knifvd, @piltover-sharpshooter

[felinae-felidae]

Do you have arcane oc lore? I wanna know about the brother with the arm wraps 👁

I have so much Arcane oc lore, you have no idea.

His name is Kiin! I've been wanting to draw some doodles/comics about my oc's story, but I just never get the time. I do have a lot of info about him on his Toyhouse page tho

I'll add a little bit of Kiin lore under the read more

Basically he's a sensitive boy who grew up to learn "boys don't cry" and who's always hiding his true emotions behind a smile. It's only after he learns to actually acknowledge and regulate his emotions in a healthy way that he starts getting better. He's also dating two hot chireans at the same time.

Woe 🫴 Full outfit ref be upon ye

Most of his story revolves around his abandonement issues. He's an orphan, and now as an adult he's become a bit of a people pleaser as a coping mechanism? He believes that if he's useful to others, he'll be deserving of love.

He's a buhru, which is an indigenuos tribe from Bilgewater, an island nation that has trade relations with Piltover and Zaun. The buhru value strenght of spirit above all. Kiin has come to interpret this to mean he can't show weakness, this has turned him into a profoundly lonely person.

The buhru are also natural magic users! So Kiin has latent magic abilities, he's just not very talented at them, at least right now.

[calchexxis]

The Difference Between Power & Strength

Chapter 1 of 3

With Illaoi's help, Lux tracks down her quarry in Bilgewater and must return to Demacia, although her heart and mind stay with the powerful Buhru woman. With the help of Illaoi and a certain sea captain, she's put in contact with a chemist in Zaun who can help her leave behind the name and face of Eluxar Crownguard forever. She finally stopped drowning, now she must learn to truly swim.

Some Trans Lux/Illaoi written for JWyverntamer on Twitter.

[ferinehuntress]

𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍　.

◈　LEGAL   NAME　 ⋯ 　Caitlyn Lavender Mizuki of House Kiramman　. ◈　MOST   KNOWN   AS　 ⋯ 　Caitlyn　. ◈　NICKNAME(S)　 ⋯ 　Cait, Cupcake, Caity, Kitten, Snowflake　. ◈　DATE   OF   BIRTH　 ⋯ 　December 22th　. ◈　SEX　 ⋯ 　cis-female ( she / her / hers )　. ◈　PLACE   OF   BIRTH　 ⋯ 　High Piltover, Gardener Street Estate Home　. ◈　CURRENTLY   LIVING　 ⋯ 　Piltover; including the Kiramman Estate or Vi’s Flat　. ◈　SPOKEN LANGUAGES　 ⋯ 　Piltovan/Zaunite (Common tongue, like English), Ionian, Va-Nox, Freljordian, Demacian, Shuriman, Buhru, Sign Language, and a little Vastayan　. ◈　EDUCATION　 ⋯ 　Aristocrat Schooling, High Diplomat education　. ◈　HAIR   COLOR　 ⋯ 　Dark blue with Silver-Gray Streaking　. ◈　EYE   COLOR　 ⋯ 　Heterochromia, Ocean Blue ; A mix of Caribbean blue outer color mixed with tropical turqoise green inner color　. ◈　HEIGHT　 ⋯ 　6'2" [ 6’ 4’’ with heels ]　.

𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍　.

◈　SIBLING(S)　 ⋯ 　Sett [ @goldenfists / Adopted Brother ]　. ◈　PARENT(S)　 ⋯ 　Cassandra Rose Jade of House Kiramman & Tobias Miran of House Kiramman　. ◈　CHILDREN　 ⋯ 　none　. ◈　PET(S)　 ⋯ 　Selene - Black Sphynx Cat　;　Freyja - Black Tiger Protector　;　Duke, Bear, Lady, Storm, River, & Wolf - Six German Shepards hounds　.

𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍　.

◈　SEXUAL   ORIENTATION　 ⋯ 　Lesbian　. ◈　RELATIONSHIP   STATUS　 ⋯ 　In a relationship with Vi [ @shimmerbeasts / @gauntlets-shot / @decidentia ]　. ◈　SINCE   WHEN　 ⋯ 　Dependent on verses ; typically after the events of the council hall explosion　.

[teeto-peteto]

Brief pause to say Bilgewater has the prettiest characters. Its not a debatable fact.

[mangaka-neko-chan]

Time to cross over the fandoms. If your Darktide characters lived in Runeterra, where would they live, and what would they be doing?

Thank you my friend, what a LOVELY question!

Harken - So at first I thought Harken could be from Demacia but their vibes don't really fit him. Harken appears basic but but deals with some serious issues of losing his home. SO BOOM, Icathian defender against the void. Either within Icathia, patrolling and holding back the void for Zilean and the others to find a solution in peace or a survivor of the tragedy of Icathia, wandering around Shurima to seek out and fight the Void while assuming that his home is long gone and thus he seeks to redeem himself by avenging the fallen.

Harald - Naturally, Harald HAS to be a Zaunite. There, he'd be even MORE punk. His father is some hot shot Piltoven influential who's deadset on getting Harald arrested. But unlike in 40k Harald would have a bit more freedom to quarrel with the status quo so you'd see him regularly spitting on the Enforcers and absolutely running his mouth in the most sassy way over Piltover. He'd seek out clubs and pubs where rebellion is spread. And wouldn't it be interesting if we kept him being a mage. A mage in Zaun, with no one to teach him but himself, teetering between using his powers to support the good and innocent like his mother wanted or to violently tear down the establishment in rage against his father.

Moggy - Moggy was a bit of a difficult one cause she comes from a place similarly city like and overcrowded like Harald's, so Zaun would be an option. But she's also an overzealous fighter, so Noxus could be good too. But then she's also very bound to her faith and especially spiritually strong. The recent LoR expansion gave me an idea. Moggy as a Zaunite, a cleaner of statues and tall buildings of the Zaun and Piltover buildings as she scales insane heights, one with the wind. Through the tragedy of Zauns environmental damage, she finds solace in faith to Janna. So she climbs up towers, parcouring and masering heights to spread the message between both cities with her painted murals of the wind goddess. Essentially she becomes a religious tagger lol. (And her and Harald can still meet and positively influence each other <3)

Tilly - At first I considered Tilly as a Buhru priestess, since they are all about their faith, moving forward and pretty great fighters but considering that a big part of Tilly's story is how misguided and actually stagnating she is, I'd say Solari would be better. Tilly wuld be a farmer, located lower to Targon, the community worshipping the sun as a provider for food and protection. Tilly would then be chosen as a promising member for the Solari, becoming a priestess and warrior, feared by the Lunari for her viciousness and faith in the divine power of the sun. Also she'd look really, really good in gold armour, let's be real.

Benn - It came to us as soon as you asked but I'll put it in for anyone else reading this. Benn is already based on Captain Farron, a character in Runeterra and one of my favourite cards in Legends of Runeterra. So Benn would just be Captain Farron lol.

[league-of-starlight]

Lets say the Ruined King gang gets drunk, what type of drunk person they are and how would they end up?

Good question:

Sarah: Rowdy. It takes some of the edge off. How it ends, someone took her back to her quarters. Her head is pounding and there's a new bruise somewhere.

Illaoi: Illaoi handles alcohol very well. A little reckless. Might start a fight. How it ends: Her walking back to the Buhru, wanting to do it again.

Braum: He doesn't take his alcohol well. He's a little clumsy, but he's still Braum. How it ends, good memories.

Pyke: Reckless drunk, his body and mind are going two completely different directions and sometimes he'll just say names from his list until someone stops him. He might leave and do something stupid. How it ends? Covered in blood and smelling like rum.

Yasuo: Sad drunk. Brooding more than usual, might fall asleep. How he ends up: Asleep in the corner of an alley somewhere.

Ahri: She's happy. She's giggling, floating around, letting her tails move freely. She can get a little sad sometimes, it depends. Affectionate. How they end up? Curled in a ball, sleeping comfortably.

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Time is a Roulette Wheel

Pyke: Pt 1

League of Legends | Pyke x F!Reader

Chapters: Prologue | Viego | Pyke: 1

Read the whole thing on AO3 here

SFW

It's not that you even knew it was Pyke. You're running a clinic out of Bilgewater while you try to calculate the very specific angle you need to break the universe at to get you back home, because you can import just about anything there with no questions for the right price. And, well, there's always someone who needs healing in this place, so you're not wanting for customers.

He comes in dragging a co-worker whose arm had been near taken off by a sea-beast that wasn't quite dead. He says, urgently, that the man needs his arm to work, he doesn't have much to pay with but he'll give you a portion of his pay for as long as it takes.

“Flat rate for all fresh injuries,” you remind him, reaching out to touch the man's arm. The space around his bleeding arm blurs, and he yelps as it abruptly returns to its undamaged state. You've gotten in the habit of leaving the bloodstains–makes the healer act more believable. You don't want any bigger fish getting bright ideas about your powers–being a simple healer suits you just fine. “That'll be 30 gold.”

They both look floored. The injured man turns nervously to the other, who sighs heavily and says, “I'll sort it, don't worry. Get back to your kids.”

The formerly injured man ducks his head, thanking you both profusely as he scurries out of your clinic. You're left alone with his friend, who digs out a purse and begins counting out coins. He's a handsome fellow, tall and dark-skinned with sharp features. He's got the strong arms of a dock worker, and tattoos you've learned to recognize as Buhru. Unlike the Pyke you remember, his eyes are a sea-glass green and he has dark curls that fall past his ears. He has a bandana tucked around his neck, but most slaughter dock workers do to keep the smell of guts out. His voice is undistorted by the depths, a deep baritone that inexplicably makes you think he has a good reading voice, and he's wearing plain workers clothes with no distinctive fish jaws to speak of. So no, you don't recognize him.

He sets the last coin down, nods at you, and walks out. That, you think, is that.

Except next month he comes in with some other poor fuck. This one, at least, pays for himself–Pyke just drops him off, nods at you, and walks out again. Not that you know his name at this point. Two weeks later he's back, and you're about to ask who he's hauling in this time when you notice the limp.

“What did this?” You ask curiously as you roll up his tattered pant leg to reveal an ugly set of bruises and broken skin. He hisses when you touch it, and you think it might be broken–honestly, you're not too far off the docks, but he must be one stubborn motherfucker to make it here.

“Caught in a line,” he grunts as you pick out the worst of the debri. “Got dragged halfway down the dock.”

You wince. “That'll do it, yeah.” You rewind the wound and quickly wipe the blood off. Then you pat his (very solid) leg and stand. “Good as yesterday.”

He stands experimentally, then nods. Same as before, he goes for his coin purse to pay, then pauses. He checks one pocket, then another, then the first one again. Then he sighs deeply. “Must've lost it when I was getting dragged.”

“You work on the Red Docks, yeah?” You recall. He nods, and you whistle lowly. “That'll be long gone by now, then.”

He gives you a look that's half guarded, half pleading. “Give me a day and I can put the gold together.”

You consider him, or more accurately the corded muscles of his arms. “Tell you what. You're a big guy, and I'm in need of a strong arm for a personal project. When's your next day off?” He gives you a wary look, and you roll your eyes. “I'm not asking you to kill someone or smuggle drugs or anything like that, I just need some equipment lugged around. I'll pay twenty an hour for your time, and we’ll take the first hour and a half out your debt. Deal?”

He hesitates a moment, then sticks out his hand. “Deal.”

You shake on it, then immediately wince when he practically crushes your hand. “Oh christ, you really are strong,” you say, shaking out the sting.

He looks slightly abashed. “Sorry. Butcher's habit. I'll be back…day after tomorrow, should be?”

You nod. “Anytime around noon is fine, but we probably won't be getting back into town until dark. That fine?”

He nods. “Yeah.” He pauses a moment, then ducks his head. “Thanks.” And then he just leaves, as is his way.

—

He shows up at noon exactly. You feel a bit bad about making him haul your equipment crates down to the ferry, but he doesn't seem overly strained by the work, which leads you to believe your last porter was just trying to pad his hours. The ferry takes you to one of the islands about forty minutes out, and he lugs your equipment up to the hill. He's good at following instructions, and it takes less time than you'd expect to get your contraption set up.

“Okay, now we just have to wait for it to stabilize,” you say, dusting your hands off.

“What…is it?” He says slowly, examining the precarious mass of bronze and crystal.

“It’s a telescope that looks into the space beyond existence,” you say distractedly, opening up your bag and rifling through it. “Here,” you hand him a wrapped sandwich.

He blinks at it like he's never seen one before. You wiggle it impatiently at him, and he takes it almost automatically. You set your own aside so you can pull out your thermos and pour both of you a cup of ice tea. He takes that with no small amount of skepticism either.

“What is this?” He says, sniffing it. He sips, then makes a face that gives you absolutely no information on whether he likes it or not. “It's sweet.”

“It’s fruit tea,” you say, sipping your own. One nice thing about having time powers is it's just as cold as when you pulled it out of the icebox.

He gives the sandwich the same suspicious once over, though this one he doesn't eat. “This coming out of my pay?” He asks.

You raise a brow. “What? No. Jeez, what kind of shitty bosses have you had?”

“Won't argue shitty, but that's normal on the docks,” he says, eyeing you consideringly. “Must be well off, if you can afford to be nice.”

You shrug. “Always people who need healing in that city, and I'm not under anyone's thumb, so I actually get to keep what I make.”

His gaze shifts, now filled with a mix of both wariness and respect. “Not easy in a town like Bilgewater.” You shrug again, and he seems content to eat in silence.

“So how long’s it gonna take?” He asks, after you've eaten.

You make a so-so gesture. “Haven't tried this configuration before. Shortest it's ever been is ten minutes, longest is an hour.” You give him a considering look. “You play cards?”

–

He whips your ass in Bilgewater threecard, but you make a comeback in snap. You pause occasionally to fire the machine, but the viewfinder shows nothing but Void, so you adjust the crystals and return to the game. As sunset approaches, you adjust the crystals to catch the light, and you both squint on as the thing begins to hum and glow. You peer into the viewfinder excitedly, spinning the dials as you try to home in on anything that looks like reality–

Then it sparks and gives out. “Slut motherfucker,” you groan, throwing a card at the contraption.

“Didn't work?” He extrapolates.

“Nope!” You say with fake cheerfulness, grumpily getting to your feet to start taking the thing apart. “C'mon, that's it for today. Help me pack this piece of shit up and we'll head back.”

It's just getting dark by the time the ferry lands. He helps you lug the crates back home, and you count out his pay.

“It's a good thing you showed up yesterday,” you muse, scooping his pay into a separate bag. “Had to lay off my regular guy after he tried to steal my stuff.”

He glances up at you as he tucks the bag into his pocket. “You're out of a porter, then?”

You know that look. “It’s not regular work,” you warn. “And, uh, some days there will be a risk of getting slightly blown up.”

He gives you a considering look. “Define ‘risk’.”

You make a so-so gesture. “I mean, I'll let you know if I'm doing anything dangerous, but let's say…iunno, one in twenty? Promise I'll fix you up for free if that happens, though.”

He shrugs. “Fine with me. I'm down at Heimlich House most days. Ask for Pyke.” He inclines his head at you, and then walks out. It's probably for the best he does, because you're left staring at his back in sheer disbelief.

—

It's not, like, 100% Pyke Pyke. You think. You ask about him at the pub nearby, and Bard behind the bar asks if you mean tall Pyke, short Pyke or Pegleg Pyke.

“Tall Pyke?” You guess. He's certainly not short, and unless they're somehow talking about his dick, he's got both his legs too. “Buhru tattoos, green eyes, doesn't talk much? Hired him for a porting job, thinking of inviting him back on the regular. You think of any reason I shouldn't?”

“Tall Pyke, nah, he's the good one,” Bard says with a laugh. “Hard worker, sticks up for his crew. Mean motherfucker if you do him dirty, sure, but I don't reckon you're the type to go fucking anyone over. I'm sure he'll do you right, whatever you're hiring him for.”

You nod, sliding him a tip. “Thanks Bard. Hey, you got any of those battered fish things?”

So maybe it's not him. Apparently it's not an uncommon name–or was it a nickname? Not like Bilgewater had much in the way of legal records, honestly–nicknames were as good as official here. You just showed up and told people your name was Iso, after all. Him being called Pyke didn't mean it was Pyke, destined to be eaten by a big fucking fish, Blood Harbor Ripper Pyke. He isn't even a harpooner, he works on the slaughter docks. You're sure it's fine. Probably.