#chxmpionselect

[bastardsunlight]

"Your ego is insufferable, yet you continue to be charming. I hate you." (Viktor)

“You’re sending mixed signals, Viktor,” responds Jayce, one brow raised, turning toward the man, still fumbling with his tie. “Am I charming or insufferable? You’ve gotta pick… also, would you mind…”

[bomsplode]

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Jinx clung onto Ezreal as he fell, giggling hysterically the whole way down. ❝ Woah! That was fun! ❞ She peeked over his head towards the chasm, her wild eyes full of excitement. ❝ Don’t wanna fall the whole way down, though, now do you? Looks preeeetty dangerous! ❞ That fall would definitely kill him. Lucky for him that she was atop him, preventing him from slipping down there!

She didn’t move when he tried to get up, shifting herself to be more comfortable instead. ❝ Money? Drugs?? ❞ Jinx snorted at that. ❝ I don’t want your stuff! ❞ Jinx reached down to pinch his cheek. ❝ You’re so cute, do you think I’m trying to rob you? ❞ She laughed at that, finding it hilarious.

❝ I just wanted to come along on your next great adventure! ❞ Jinx leaned down to be in his face. ❝ Soooo can I can I can I? ❞

[extraordinarygrrls]

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It felt like the most exciting day June has had since coming to Special Forces, the alliance with Piltover, a scientifically and magically advanced city, from a Realm they yet knew little of. Most vitally of all for the young experiment, there came an opportunity she thought she’d never have:

June is collaborating with another scientist!

It was something her handlers discouraged, they always said that she was smart enough to do most of everything by herself, by any means necessary. Not this time, this required Runterran knowledge, and a new mind to work with. She was to meet Piltover’s finest, and she straightened out her military jumpsuit as he arrived.

She’d never seen another scientist dressed like him, so elegantly, so beautifully. Her eyes softened with awe, though she knew it was rather illogical of her to comment on his appearance, as handsome as he may be.

June was introduced to Viktor by her man handler, Dr. Erwin Dettwiler, a dull looking man who always threateningly loomed over her. ‘Great Thinkers Initiative, Project Aristotle, Subject 6... June.’ Calling her by her full experimental designation to dehumanise him in her eyes. She meekly stepped towards him, this small, tired thing, with bright blue-green eyes, fiddly hands and a slightly hunched posture.

“I-I look forward to our collaboration, Viktor.” She muttered out, the man in the white lab coat clearly looking distastefully. ‘June represents the best of Earth’s scientific advancement. I severely hope she will not... Disappoint.’

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[yetremains]

"Hey Yang. I'll wrestle ya," Sett hummed, playfully crouching.

The woman looked Sett up and down a moment, observing the build of this potential opponent. He was certainly muscular enough, powerful in both arms. An odd aura pulsed on him, so more than meets the eye. That was obvious. Yang couldn't help but be amused at being challenged so openly and out of the blue. Without any sort of victory reward. Just... For the fun of it, it seemed like. He was already crouched down, ready too take the leap.

Yang smirked. She didn't often get these moments. And it was a good way to keep her reflexes sharp.

"Now this sounds like you're looking for someone to play with, Sett." She teased, one heel already digging into the ground, while her figure shifted. Side more towards him and both arms up in a prepared defensive pose. "No funny business now."

[solemnxodium-archive]

The draconic woman peered down at the leather clad man, unsure what to make of him. "You smell... Wrong..." She rumbled softly, shaking her head slowly.

Rude.

The blonde took offense to that, looking up at this interesting character with not a hint of disdain on his features despite the intensity of the situation. One would likely look upon this woman with intimidation, or even fear etched in the very way they stand. Yet Albert had seen his fair share of oddities. He had done his fair share of atrocities and mastered he temper of even the greatest of magnificent beasts. All without batting an eye. This would be no different.

“You are quite the peculiar one yourself, my lady.” He responded in a gentle, collected tone. Posture as tall and confident as always with gloved hand neatly clasped behind his back.

[lxkexbxss]

❛  what are you doing out here by yourself ?  ❜ (Vi)

☯ 50 𝘿𝙄𝘼𝙇𝙊𝙂𝙐𝙀 𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙈𝙋𝙏𝙎 ☯

"Ah, I'm not 'ere by myself...my bros are 'round 'ere somewhere."

Honestly, he had taken his eyes off his brothers for a second and they managed to slink away without him noticing. Not that they couldn't go off and do their own thing, after all sometimes they all like to have their 'me' time and didn't always have to do things as a whole group. Still, being the oldest, he couldn't help but worry about his younger brothers. Hoping they didn't get into any trouble and were at least safe, whatever each of them was up to.

"Just enjoyin' the carnival, ya know?"

[hextechdreamed]

{⚙️}: Viktor had heard stories of Stillwater, spoken to people who had stayed there. Their stories were always the same; abuse, neglect, fighting. It was somehow not surprising to him, that a prison run by Piltover would treat Zaunites in such a way, but it still pained him to hear, every single time. Perhaps that was something else he could fix, if he lived long enough to fix anything at all.

“This... ‘Silco’ seems to be the root of quite a lot of trouble, as of late.” Viktor thought aloud, closing his eyes for a moment. He was just so tired all the time, now.

Golden eyes opened, glanced towards Vi. Considered her. She had been open with him, which was a rare courtesy in Zaun. He knew how risky such openness could be, such trust. How it could get you hurt. He was normally guarded, spoke only as much as was necessary. Allowed his actions to speak for him. But he also valued one’s willingness to trust him with their vulnerability, and tended to prefer to offer the same in return.

“I am a scientist.” he told her, turning back to look up once more at the sky above them, blotted out by thick smog, “A simple Zaunite, invited some years ago to study at the Piltover Academy.”

hextechdreamed​:

{⚙️}: As if to confirm her statement, Viktor turned away from her, holding a hand over his mouth as he coughed. It was a sound from deep within ravaged lungs. He sniffed, and sat back, catching his breath.

“Save your apologies.” he said, with a scrunch of his face, and a shake of his head, though his tone held no anger. Merely resignation.

“Then you make it enough.” Viktor looked up, focusing on some indeterminate spot in the sky, brows creased. His face was gaunt, pale, but his expression held determination. There was still fight left in him, “When they remind you of your failures, you remind them of your successes. It is not easy, to make change. But nothing would improve, if no one was willing to fight for it.”

Golden eyes glanced towards Vi, now. For a moment, nothing more was said, as an analytical gaze seemed to scrutinize her, gather information from her face alone, “Stillwater.” he finally said, as more of a statement than a question. Viktor rested his head back, “How long?”

Of course Vi had to mention Stillwater, feeling her eyes roll, out of her control as she sighed. “Shit… I dunno. Seven-ish years?” she guessed, gesturing vaguely. “Hard to tell when the days start to blur, even as you try to count the hours, and the guards come in to beat the shit out of you…” she admitted, eyes focusing back on Viktor.

“But, as long as it keeps Piltover happy, right? You can thank that charming Sheriff Marcus and Silco for my lovely stay,” her voice was dripping with venomous sarcasm. Stillwater had made her feel like shit, but at least whatever of Silco’s goons had ended up in there, she had the opportunity to take her frustrations out on them. “So, now it’s my turn. What’s your story, huh?” she asked, tilting her head lazily to look at Viktor once again.

[askthereveredinventor]

I just want to say thanks again for folks’ patience. I don’t wanna vent on here but I have been going through it. I am putting a list here of things I have caught and need to do! If I missed something from you pls send me an IM:

-starter for @/chainsxwsmile -starter for @/chxmpionselect -reply for @/hextechdreamed

Will edit this if more comes up or if I found I’ve missed something.

[gotasmokeamigo]

//If anyone is wondering where I am, I’m on @chxmpionselect because my Arcane brainrot is so dang strong and I love my League muses so dang much. But I promise I’ll do stuff here.

[mad-musings]

//Still cleaning up my multimuse a little bit and getting things organized. So sorry about that. But I’ve moved all of my League of Legends muses to their own blog, @chxmpionselect. Just to keep things tidier here. Please feel free to give that a follow, and I’ll keep cleaning things up here

[bastardsunlight]

"Grip" Ezko

Ekko hadn’t been expecting Ezreal to respond so enthusiastically to his touches and he certainly had not been ready for the pretty Piltovan blond boy’s grasp on his chin. Their lips meet again, but this time with more force and purpose. It seems Ezreal has decided what he wants and Ekko’s arms wrap tightly to give that to him.

Send “grip” for your muse to grip my muse’s chin.

[bomsplode]

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Jinx stepped back, her arms wrapped around herself. She looked away from her sister. What was she supposed to say? Everything she’d wanted to say, scream, whimper was stuck in her throat. She’d spent a long time relying on Vi, just to spend a long time shaking that habit away. ❝ Shut up, ❞ she growled, suddenly unable to listen to it. ❝ I’m not... I’m not Powder anymore. Haven’t I already told you that!? You never listen! ❞

The chasm between them only felt like it was growing. She took one more step back before she was pulling out her gun, teeth gritted in frustration. ❝ You’re the enemy. Don’t you get that? I have to fight the enemy. ❞

[yetremains]

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[bastardsunlight]

"Grip" (Jayce and Viktor. Your choice on what kind hehehe)

Viktor has surprising strength for a man with a bum leg and a terminal illness. His hand on Jayce’s chest puts the Piltovan on his rear-end in a chair. The back of it rattles the table behind him. He opens his mouth to protest, shifting forward to stand when Viktor invades his space, using his cane expertly to toss aside one thigh. Strong, nimble fingers close about his jaw and force his attention upward. Jayce’s heart thumps hard in his broad chest as Viktor leans down and whispers something absolutely obscene into the kiss that closes the heated gap between their mouths.

Send “grip” for your muse to grip my muse’s chin.

[bastardsunlight]

"Let's see that Noxian chest, soldier. Shirt excluded." (Talon)

"Best I can do."

[bastardsunlight]

Grip Vlad and Jericho

Vladimir’s grip is chilly, gilded and forceful. He could simply ask for the grand general’s attention, but Vladimir has always preferred a physical approach. When he forces the big Noxian back against a wall and tilts his chin upward, pressing his mouth to the man’s throat, Vladimir has achieved his goal.

“I’m listening,” growls Swain.

“Are you?” The hemomancer’s lips move like the whisper of butterfly wings against the general’s exposed flesh.

“You have my full attention.”

Send “grip” for your muse to grip my muse’s chin.