#champios

[bubu44f1]

I bring a video of Max a little drunk where he is simply beautiful!!! Sue me I have a certain degree of madness when it comes to Max

In the original video he is simply singing Queen

We are the champions, my friendsAnd we'll keep on fighting till the endWe are the championsWe are the championsNo time for losers'Cause we are the champions of the World

[rmbaloncesto]

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[volleytimes-com]

Champions League: Trento destroy Berlin to take last ticket for semifinals!

🏆| Champions League: Trento destroy Berlin to take last ticket for semifinals! February 29, 2024 | Semifinals Second Leg: • Trentino Itas (ITA) - Berlin Recycling Volleys (GER) 3-0 (25:19, 25:20, 25:22) Read more here 👇🏼👇🏼👇🏼

More to follow ____________________ 🏆| 2023/24 CEV CHAMPIONS LEAGUE | Quarterfinals FIRST LEG Wednesday February 21, 2024 • 18.00 (Local Time) | Halkbank Ankara (TUR) – Cucine Lube Civitanova (ITA) 1-3 (21:25, 21:25, 27:25, 22:25) 📍TVF Ziraat Bankkart Volleyball Hall Ankara / A • 19.30 (Local Time) | Berlin Recycling Volleys (GER) – Trentino Itas (ITA) 0-3 (18:25, 17:25,…

[merenguehastalamuerte]

Análisis | Real Madrid - Napoli | Líder Bellingham

[criskelgamers]

¡Semifinal de la CHAMPIONS LEAGUE! Parte 4

[affyboss6]

(via Fantasy Football Champion Classic T-Shirt by Affyboss6)

[theotherbackgrounder]

Headcanon and Theories Day 5: Cerise Hood

Aka. My favorite mess.

While raised to be the next Red Riding Hood, Cerise’s true destiny is the Big Bad Wolf.

Because of her secret, Cerise didn’t have real friends she could bond with that she could call close.

Had an imaginary friend when she was a kid. Whatever happened to her?

Cerise witnessed both Raven and Ginger being bullied, but was too scared to say anything. She felt like if she spoke up it would lead to others learning her secret and that she would be targeted next for the bullying. So she said nothing. It still haunts her that she never tried to help.

Cerise has regrets from her childhood about her father, that she was never able to do the things that other girls got to do with their daddies. She always wanted to do the doughnuts for dad or the daughter-father dance

She sleeps run like a dog.

4 time champio in Storybrooke fair Hotdog eating contest. Wears disguises at the fair so her friends doesn’t find out.

Red Riding Hood has baby photos where Cerise acts more like a puppy than human baby. She had her own chew toy and everything. Edit: Apparently I read about this in Unfairest of them All.

[sins-of-warriors]

He could feel her efforts to make him release his seed, laud moans came out of him the moment Yoko trashed her body against his hard cock, he was trying to hold his climax as much as he could to enjoy the look of her body bouncing and her face stuck on that expresión of lust but little by little as his manhood sank deeper he pass his limits, taking a firm grip into her waist the barbarian began to go faster and roughly smaking his cock up until a warm feeling began to flood her his cum spilling right into her womb expanding it to fit this new load that filled beyond her expectations.

A Big Fan (Closed RP w/ @sins-of-warriors

Linda approached the private quarters of the popular gladiator, happy to have finally gotten past. She was married, but her private life had been dead for years. She wore what was basically a dancer's outfit, still looking great despite nearing 40. She was still a beauty, and she squeezed her tit, moaning slightly. She was definitely ready for this, and she knocked on his door, waiting.

[retroillustrates]

The Eternal Championesses

I've made half of a FB group mad with this art. It's so funny.

[the-patrex]

Oh wait.... wait.... huh the Doctor representing Dea- Deaths Champio- anyway...

[blackjackkent]

All right, no more putting it off. Time for Mizora's visit.

Somewhat amusingly, the scene starts out with Wyll and Rakha just sort of standing awkwardly near each other and Wyll has the goofiest smile on his face which is not really apropos to the situation, but it's still kind of cute to think that maybe he just looks like that sometimes when he looks at her, even in bad situations:

(Rakha, of course, is completely distracted from the cute smile and looks preoccupied as hell, which is apropos.)

Whatever Wyll might have in mind to say at this moment, however, is interrupted by the sudden opening of a hell-portal, for the second time, in the middle of their camp:

Mizora does not waste time in greetings, but lifts a hand flaring with hellfire in her palm.

"Sorores surge. Testis esto pacti mei!" she cries.

More portals burst open around the camp, disgorging forth a handful of other devils - women in silk dresses with wide, leathery wings and bright, glowing eyes.

"Come, sisters!" Mizora cries. "Be my testament! Notum sit in Baator!"

Around the camp, echoes of the words roll back from the mouths of the assembled devils. Mizora smiles in satisfaction.

"Holy hells," Wyll whispers unsteadily.

Every muscle in Rakha's body is drawn tight, every sense on alert. She feels acutely aware of the number of strangers in the camp at present, their malicious intent, and Mizora at their head. The beast in her head growls like a beaten dog backed into a corner; it wants to rip and rend and tear at these interlopers into their territory, and at Mizora most of all, who has called that frightened and weary look into Wyll's face.

But she holds herself back with every ounce of control she possesses, because to attack Mizora would be to doom Wyll. The pact is not yet broken. When it is... when Wyll is finally free... she and Mizora will have a final reckoning, and it will not go well for the devil. But until then... she waits, and watches Wyll out of the corner of her eye, ready to act as he sees fit.

"Just what are you up to?" she asks, very carefully, as if afraid to jar herself loose from her own control.

"I come to bargain," Mizora says with a casual smirk. "The Hells demand witness."

"Enough, Mizora," Wyll snaps. "Where is my father? How do I save him?"

Mizora's smirk deepens, utterly untroubled by Wyll's anger. "How else?" she purrs. "We bargain. Sisters...?"

She gestures with one hand, and the summoned devils begin to intone a chant in Infernal. In her other hand, Rakha watches the Weave give a shuddering jerk as if ripped apart by gripping hands, and from within the wound in the fabric comes forth an enormous piece of parchment inscribed with glowing letters.

She can see the magic dancing on its surface, over every word. It doesn't take much effort for her to guess what this is, even before Mizora explains it.

"Your contract, Wyll," the cambion says, mocking laughter in each word. "Signed in blood, forged in fire, bound in bone - but not unbreakable."

Then break it! Rakha wants to scream, to demand, to rip Wyll away from Mizora's control for good. She can already guess where this conversation is heading, and the dark certainty of it makes her tremble with rage.

But she says nothing. She waits. She waits... and the hammer falls.

"But no contract is ended without sacrifice, Wyll. The cost must be paid."

Fire bursts up around her, around all the devils in the camp, sending weird flickering shadows across the scene, lighting Mizora's face ominously from below. She raises her hands and her voice booms out across them, raising the hair on the back of Rakha's neck.

"WYLL RAVENGARD!" she booms. "A choice is before you! Option one - I show you the way to your father. I guarantee him no harm except that from you and your allies. And you pledge your soul to me and the archdevil Zariel in a pact eternal. Option two - I break your pact, and you are freed from your duty. Your father dies by his enemy's hand, and Baldur's Gate loses its greatest champion."

She smiles; her eyes glow like burning coals in the hellfire light. "Name your sacrifice!"

"Bloody Zariel!" Rakha hears Karlach shout from beyond the fire. "I won't let her take Wyll!"

"SILENCE, KARLACH!" Mizora barks.

Wyll's shoulders have hunched up as if defending him from a physical blow. "Mizora, you arsehole--" he growls.

"CHOOSE!" she snaps, and laughs.

Rakha's blood runs cold. I knew it, she thinks bitterly.

Kill her... growls the beast. Take the choice away and punish her for giving it. Rip out her guts and see what a devil looks like from the inside...

But she can't. She can't... because that would destroy Wyll... and yet the choice is impossible.

(A/N: I'm still salty as hell that you can't let Wyll make this choice on his own. It's the only companion decision that you can't leave to the companion themselves. I think, however, we can safely guess what his choice would be, if the option were given.)

Well, not impossible. Were it Rakha's choice alone, she would break the pact without hesitation. Wyll needs to be free. What did Ravengard do for him besides turn him out into the cold when Wyll needed him most? Wyll has trusted and loved Rakha in spite of the monster inside of her, but Ravengard did not have the strength to do the same. He does not deserve Rakha's pity, and Wyll deserves far better than either of them.

Besides... she is all too familiar with being trapped in the service of a power inside her head that she doesn't control. Hers is baked into her very blood and flesh, but Wyll, at least, has the possibility of freeing himself from his.

"The half-life of a mind-addled slave is worse than death," Astarion said, when she told him of Bhaal's taint in her blood. And she knows he was right.

The trouble is, of course, that Wyll will not see it this way. She knows all too well that he sees his father as a hero, a man to be emulated in all things. He will want to sacrifice everything to save his father, even if his father would not do the same for him.

It isn't fair! she thinks, petulant, angry, as if her rage could somehow change the truth of the situation.

There is one final thought, though, that seals things for her beyond anything else. You pledge your soul to me, Mizora said, and to the Archdevil Zariel in a pact eternal. That could mean anything - but there is the possibility that it means that once Ravengard is free, Mizora will take Wyll to the Hells. And he would be gone from her, and she would never see him again, and she would be alone with her own father's voice keening for blood in her head.

And she is not sure, without Wyll, if she can resist it.

"Break the pact, Wyll," she mutters. Shame floods her, knowing that it is selfish fear as much as love or hope that drives the words. "You deserve your freedom."

Wyll flinches, his expression twisting with agonizing pain. "You damned wretch," he snarls-- and perhaps he means Mizora, but perhaps he means Rakha, too, and the possibility stabs deep into her heart. But the words are spoken, and they can't be taken back.

His shoulders slump and his eyes close. "Do it," he mutters. "Break the pact."

Mizora tips her head to the side, visibly surprised, but her brutal smile doesn't shift. "Fiat ita," she intones, echoed by the devils surrounding them.

The Weave swirls around them in a burst of ripping, tearing energy, sloughing around Wyll's body, snapping the bonds tying him to Mizora by his hands, his eyes, his hips. The glowing contract flares up in a burst of fire, burning away into nothingness and leaving behind a singed mark in the magical fabric.

One by one, the witness devils disappear back through the portals that brought them, until only Mizora stands before them, still wreathed in the fading fire.

"Didn't think you had it in you," she says brightly, dusting her hands off with a conversational attitude, deliberately ignoring the anguish on Wyll's face as he sinks to his knees. "Seems my boy's all grown up."

She steps forward, close enough to give him a smart tap on the shoulder. "And don't go fussing about your father," she says coolly. "You made your choice; you knew the terms."

Drawing herself up to her full height, she meets Rakha's eyes and smirks. She's certainly fully aware of the fury in the half-orc's eyes - but it doesn't concern her any more than Wyll's agony does. "You know what..." she says, with mock-thoughtfulness, tapping a fingertip against her jaw. "I think I'll stick around." She snickers. "Not for the greater good, you understand... just for the entertainment."

-----

The flames fade. Mizora turns and walks away, her wings folding around her as she moves to a position at the edge of camp, casually settling herself against a tree. She catches a baleful glance from Aylin as she passes the aasimar, and grins, waggling her fingers in a playful wave.

Rakha sags, weary and angry, her eyes narrowed. She waits for Wyll to say something, anything... but he doesn't speak. He just sits on his knees in the dirt for a long, long time, then climbs to his feet and slowly trudges away towards his tent.

[mariacallous]

Tributes have been paid to Helen Darbishire, a human rights activist and founder of Access Info, an organisation that campaigns for the right of access to information, after she died on Friday.

“It is with deep sadness and heavy hearts that Access Info shares the passing of our Executive Director and founder, Helen Darbishire, on Friday 18th October,” Access Info announced.

Alberto Alemanno, professor of European Union Law at the College of Europe, described Darbishire as “an activist whose impact will remain unmatched by most political leaders”.

“Helen Darbishire has been one of the staunchest, most charismatic, and most effective civil society leaders in Europe, whose actions have been instrumental in making the EU more transparent and accountable to the benefit of the many, not the few,” Alemanno wrote on X.

As well as founding and leading Access Info, Darbishire worked with the United Nations Convention against Corruption and the Open Government Partnership.

She was also one of the lecturers at the Balkan Investigative Reporting Network’s annual journalism Summer School for Investigative Journalism for several years in the early 2010s.

“Helen was a champion for freedom of information, brave and persistent activist who won numerous battles for us all in the fight for transparency. She leaves a legacy that many can only dream of,” said Ana Petruseva, BIRN’s country director for North Macedonia.

Darbishire established Access Info in Madrid in 2006, establishing it as an organisation dedicated to promoting the right of access to information and open government.

She had previously worked with freedom of expression campaign group Article 19 and the Open Society Institute, and as a consultant with international organisations including UNESCO, the Council of Europe, the OSCE and the World Bank.

She wrote and lectured widely on freedom of expression, access to information, human rights and democratisation.

[lanarchive]

“yk the last time arsenal faced bayern in the champio- SHUT UUUUPPPP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP

[abunchofnumbers05]

LEAGUE OF LEGENDS HEADCANONS #6

Nilah-Janna-Morgana poly relationship. Kayle does not approve.

When Briar released some champions thought Evelynn was her mother. I mean: monstrous in nature, white hair with pink highlights, unusuall skin color...

Cassiopea bit Alistar once and he had an allergic reaction. He was all swollen, lumpy, the poor thing looked like a jackfruit.

Seraphine doesn't have a type when it comes to music. If she vibes with it, she likes it.

I need more dominant Hwei x sub jhin fics.

Pantheon & Soraka have garden and let Kayn take care of it. Kayn'll never say it out loud, but he likes to do garden work.

Sett has a itty bitty tail, it is often mistaken as very thick lower back hair, but it can wag. It's like when a dog with a cropped tail wags it.

Freljord champions, who have never seen mosquitoes in their life, on the first week outside the tundra they go and get dengue.

Leona being an akward and bashfull lesbian.

Champios and mentors-

Zilean & Ekko

Jhin & Annie

Ornn & Rell

Kennen & Zeri

Shyvana & Smolder

Lee Sin/Udyr & Sett

Evelynn & Briar

[rosemaidenvixen]

Broken

Ao3

Toby’s legs were burning, chest heaving as he sucked in deep, gulping breaths of stale air but he didn’t slow down. Racing through the narrow stone corridors. The puffs of breath and soft crunch of sneakers against stone in his ear let him know that Claire was right behind him.

They were close, so close now. They’d snuck into Gunmar’s stronghold and evaded every guard, now all they had to do was find Jim and get him out of he–

He rounded a corner, the hallway opening up into a large room, and stumbled to a stop. Claire slammed into him from behind with a grunt, nearly sending both of them toppling, but none of that mattered compared to what was directly ahead of them.

There, they were standing on the far side of the room facing away from them, but Toby could still recognize that dark armor, black hair, lanky build–

“Jim!” 

Toby wasn’t sure if it was him or Claire or both of them that shouted, all he knew was that they were sprinting across the room towards his best friend.

All this time, after all this time searching the Darklands they’d finally found him.

“Oh man I’m so to see you,” Toby reached out and tugged on Jim’s arm “C’mon let’s get out of here,”

Jim didn’t respond, he didn’t move at all. Continuing to stand motionless facing the far wall. 

Claire stepped up next to him “Let’s go Jim, we’ve gotta get out of here before Gunmar finds us!”

“Go?” Jim spoke up for the first time, still facing away from them “Why would I want to go?”

Toby froze, that was still unmistakably Jim’s voice, but there was an icy lilt to it that was anything but Jim.

“And besides,” Jim gave a dark chuckle “Gunmar’s already here,”

A low, rumbling chuckle sounded from behind them, Toby’s guts curdling at the sound as he and Claire slowly turned around. On the far side of the room was a massive troll sitting on a towering throne. Missing eye, wide curling horns, and a mouth full of crooked teeth stretched into a sadistic grin.

Toby’s breath caught in his throat.

Gunmar

Trying to look more brave than he felt, Toby held out his warhammer “Back off tall dark and ugly, dinner’s canceled,”

Claire sided up next to him, shadow staff at the ready “What he said. We’re getting Jim out and you’re staying here,”

Gunmar laughed again, the sound somehow more terrifying than any roar or snarl he could have made.

“You twigs would cost more to digest than you’re worth, instead I leave the honor of disposing you to my champion,”

Toby’s breath sped up even as he tightened his grip on his hammer. What did he mean by champio–

From behind there was the distinctive metallic shing of a sword being pulled from its sheath.

Toby and Claire whirled simultaneously to see Jim brandishing daylight in their direction, lips pulled into a too-smile.

But that wasn’t what sent his heart shooting up into his throat, hammering in his ears.

Jim’s eyes were completely white. Iris, pupil, and sclera lost in a wash of white static haze.

Claire let out a choked cry, Toby nearly dropped his hammer.

No, please, not Jim

“Jim! Jim come on it’s us!” he cried out desperately.

Jim didn’t respond, stalking forward with sword in hand, Toby and Claire instinctively backing away.

“I know you’re in there somewhere!” Claire pleaded “Please you have to fight him!”

“Your pleading is pointless,” the thing that was both Jim and not Jim spoke “I serve the Underlord, and it will be my honor to build him a throne of the bones of his enemies,”

He swiped daylight, making Toby and Claire scramble back in surprise.

“Starting with yours,”

Toby was shaking all over, heart beating so loud he was sure everyone in the room could hear it.

From across the room Gunmar continued to laugh.

“Jim please don’t do this,” Toby pleaded, eyes brimming with tears.

The thing that stole Jim’s soul and wore his body as its own smiled and raised daylight high.

“Hail Gunmar,”