#is it cannibalism if he’s a yordle?

[mistresscitrusslice]

Heimerdinger better be ready with a thousand and a half apologies because WHY THE FUCK would he like the weird spiderwebby arcane thing when they JUST ESTABLISHED that it’s weird and anomalous and dangerous and they don’t know what it’ll do??? Jayce and Ekko were investigating it safely and cautiously and HEIMERDINGER, who should be the cautious one, decides he just needs to know what it’ll do if he touches it. If all these three get stuck in a weird void dimension, it’s on him and they should cannibalize him first.

[shimmerbeasts]

@moxxee liked for a Halloween-esque festival in Zaun starter.

"Careful, Yordle. It is still hot. Boss."

With these words, Sevika handed Silco and the small Yordle-esque creature a stick with roasted and sizzling meat each. The Undercity rarely splurged when it came to meat. In fact, most folks were used to eating fish, crabs, the occasional birds, and mussels daily. Sometimes, a Zaunite would manage to sneak in a rat or even a whump into their diet. However, mammalian meat was a rarity in Zaun. Unless you counted the cannibalism, its people practised, even though nobody talked about it.

The only time, where you might find beef or pig meat in Zaun, was during festivals such as this. However, even then, compared to its big sister Piltover, the Undercity had to settle for cheaper quality in its meat, often sinew or fatty and tough to chew. Still, given how rarely most of these men got to taste red or white meat, they welcomed it after their diet of seafood all the more.

"Thank you, Sevika."

Silco took the roasted skewer from her hands. The two Zaunites were donning the traditional elements of the festival: Nails and canine teeth painted scarlet while the remaining teeth donned a different colour. For Silco, it was black. Sevika had picked an unsavoury-looking yellow. His deputy's metal arm was covered in scribbles of blood. No doubt, Jinx had been allowed to decorate the arm, solely for the purpose of this festival. Silco himself had added some blood splatters to one of his sides, however, he had not gone as overboard as others did tonight.

The loud bangs of firecrackers and small rockets disrupted the chilly night once every while. Fires crackled in some of the bins. The thick smoke hounded the streets and once every while, a V coil hit some wet metal unexpectedly, setting a cascade of sparks up into the air. Swaying crowds trotted around in the dim light and little groups gathered around storytellers, who illustrated horrifying tales of monsters and men with broad sweeps of their hands. Some people queued up for a skewer or some punch. Children were running around between them, laughing loudly, and chasing each other with a dead fish head in hand.

Silco swallowed a mouthful of meat and looked down at Moxxie. "How are you holding up, Moxxie? Nothing too loud for you?", he inquired.

[shimmerbeasts]

Vi was already beginning to sprint ahead, not willing to lose the scent she had caught. Caitlyn gestured with her hand, and the rest of the strike team followed suit. Looking at Maddie, the Zaunite explained under her breath: "I caught the smell of blood. Fresh blood. There must have been a fight nearby. It is a leap, but maybe Jinx was involved. Perhaps we can find more clues."

The group tore its way through the streets. Most of the Grey had been centred around the arcade, thus moving around it was a thing of ease. Eventually, they came to a slithering halt by two streets crossing into one another. Steam leaked out of a pipe, at which someone must have shot. The air was pungent with the iron tang of blood and chemical residue.

Splatters of green chemicals mixed themselves with blood. The place was littered with bodies, strewn about. Most of them were henchmen, easily identified by their monogamous suits and top hats. They seemed to carry the least wounds. There had not been a game. Just fast and swift execution. Several had shots to the skull. One man had traces of paint on his shoulders and the back of his head as if he had tried to fight off a paint bomb.

However, it was the Chem-Baron themselves who seemed to have gotten it the worst. The Yordle's mechanical limbs had been bent and broken, leaking green liquid all around him. One of his arms must have been thorn off somehow. The serrated edges of metal and the loose spring coils spoke of a great force. It was not an explosion, more something heavy, yet sharp. His fur was singed and he had a bruise covering one of his eyes.

Vi knelt down to examine the corpse more closely. She was looking for any potential bitemarks or hints that parts of the Chem-Baron had been consumed. Part of her dreaded finding this, but she also knew that eating the dead was a horribly multifaceted affair in Zaun. Eating a fallen enemy, particularly a Chem-Baron, was just that added insult to injury. This sense that their importance was gone and consuming the meat was all they were good for.

"She didn't eat him", Vi said and pushed herself to her feet, "I examined the corpse. There are no bite marks on it, not even a ripped-off ear."

Her gaze met Caitlyn and her girlfriend tensed up. They both knew what they were remembering but kept tightly under wraps. How during the tea party, Jinx had not just demanded for Vi to kill Caitlyn. No, she had with absolute excitement and confidence in her voice declared that they could dine on her together. How as a wretched Piltie noble, Caitlyn was a delicacy. "The Undercity's gonna eat you alive." Vi had never meant for that to happen.

Disgust marred Vi's features as she marched past the corpse. She could not look at that thing anymore, could not entertain the thoughts of cannibalism anymore. Most of all, she could not stand to hear her stomach growl and feel her mouth water just at the sight of the dead. Focus, Violet!

This meant that either Jinx did not have the time to eat the dead or that something in the yordle did not suit her palette. Vi was more willing to bet on the former than the latter. The Zaunite walked over to Maddie, who was examining another part of the crime scene.

Vi asked, "Do you spot anything that could be directed at us? I learned that Jinx likes using images or words to talk with both victims and pursuers alike. I am just wondering if there may be a reason as to why she left so fast."

@shimmerbeasts cont. from x

They hadn't found her. Vi had been so sure that Jinx might be somewhere in the old arcade. In fact, she was pretty convinced that they had just missed her. But somehow that beast had survived the very trap, they had tried to spring for her. Tough as nails. If Vi was honest with herself, she would have been disappointed if that had not been the case. Still, Vi should not be happy about Jinx slipping past them. They had to find her and put an end to what she had done. It did not matter that somewhere in the back of Vi's mind, there was a voice, nagging: But she had every right to do this. This was an act of retaliation. It did not matter! You did not retaliate against Piltover. That was not how this worked! It had not worked for Vander. It would not work for Jinx. Vi refused to entertain any other idea. They stood outside the old arcade, clouds of the Grey enshrouding them, yet they faced no harm due to the gas masks covering their mouths and noses. The strike team was trying to figure out where to go from here. Vi tapped her boot restlessly on the spot, dissatisfied with the fact that she could not rely on her sense of smell to try tracking down Jinx. Caitlyn's plan meant that not only the other inhabitants, but Vi herself were going completely blind when it came to their sense of smell.

Vi groaned into the gas mask in frustration. Think Vi, think! Where else could she go? She couldn't have gone far. Yet Vi knew that was a comforting lie. Any Zaunite worth their salt was as slippery as an adder - one moment in one place, the next miles away. Yet no matter how hard Vi thought, figuring out what route Jinx may have taken was hard. Not while she was on the ground like this! A hand tapped her broad shoulder. Vi spun around, half-expecting Caitlyn standing behind her. She could not help the pang of disappointment in her gut at seeing Maddie. "I am sorry", Vi muttered quickly, "It is hard to think with all this smog in the air." She looked at Caitlyn and explained with a familiar urgency like entrusting someone with a hidden detail: "I can't track her. The smog's too thick, Caitlyn. Do you mind if I get up that ladder over there?" She pointed out an old iron ladder, which was leading up to the roof of a nearby building. Caitlyn followed her gaze up. It was hard reading her face with that godawful mask on, but as Vi had hoped, her girlfriend got the plan. She nodded. Climbing up the ladder, Vi got on a roof. Up here, the air was still less than ideal compared to what Piltover had to offer, but it was miles better than how hard it was to breathe in the streets right now. Vi carefully unlatched her mask and hung it around her neck. Her breath left her lips in a small cloud.

Alright, let's do this. Her nostrils trembled as Vi sniffed the air. With the Grey rolling through the streets in slow, drawn-out waves, most of what her Vastayan senses could pick up on, was nothing but the chemicals in those festering clouds. However, she did not give up so quickly. Vi inhaled the air once more, opening her mouth a touch. Tigers like all big cats had a special organ in the roof of their mouths, which helped them with smells. Vi had a rudimentary version of that. Blood! Her eyes widened. Vi almost gagged. Freshly spilled blood. The scent almost got lost in the smog, but it was clearly there. Vi tiptoed in a circle until she stopped, raised a hand and pointed down a sidestreet at the back of the arcade?! Hastily putting her mask back on, Vi practically came sliding down the ladder and returned to the group. With zero explanation given, she said: "We went the wrong way!"

// finding jinx is something maddie is dedicating herself to only out of necessity. she finds it a little fascinating, the methods caitlyn are resorting to, to 'clear the streets'. it's so typical of a noxian thought process that it almost makes her snort. the mask fits well on her face, even if she still looks small and out of place amongst the group.

her steps are cautious. there is so much grey around, she can't see anything. something at the back of her head makes her think about how the hell were they supposed to find jinx at this pace? they're only disabling vi's ability to sniff her out, also.

looking for jinx only leads them into dead ends. maddie feels slight frustration, even if her heart was never really in it.

it's clear vi is, by her frustration, and impatience, and caitlyn has had many vengeful talks in the privacy of the enforcer headquarters. she doesn't really feel like she fits into this group, considering she doesn't really have a backstory with vi or jinx.

caitlyn is her item of interest, though. and this is as close as she could get, without being suspicious. the old arcade seems deserted, items scattered about, as far as she could see through the green fog.

vi's reaction to her tap doesn't surprise her. she returns her words with a frown, even if she doesn't see her face. she doesn't get to say anything back, before she keeps walking, and ends up climbing the ladder. left next to caitlyn, maddie looks over at her, studies her through the mask and her own uniform.

caitlyn looks like she perfectly fits this style of doing things. it's something she almost finds admirable.

they wait. for vi to return with the results of her investigation. but when she does, it confuses the noxian. " what? " , she answers, running over to the other. " what did you find? "

[dealerthespade-blog]

What are Dealer's opinions on the various regions of Runeterra? Are there any in particular he likes or dislikes? Does he 'meddle' in any current or past affairs?

Drabble Requests|| Accepting

Demacia: Dealer shrugged his shoulders in a gesture of colossal lack of enthusiasm. "Not exactly my favorite place to visit given that I'm a being of unmistakably magical origin, but there's a certain charm to a few of the people there." A state bathed in conflict as much as their rival Noxus that hasn't devolved into infighting and political cannibalism. There's a tenacity there that he can't help but like, especially in young Miss Crownguard and Fiora Laurent. People like Garen, Jarvan, Xin, and Quinn would likely find they start at odds with him given their positions in state or on the matter of magic, but with time the interaction could grow into something much more friendly after Dealer's more fatherly side makes itself known. All of them have something they hold in high regard, and like a proud parent he would likely guide them along toward as much success and happiness as they were willing to work for. Most interesting to consider are Vayne and Lucian, with obvious stress from Dealer's demonic nature. Whether or not they accept him as a benevolent force would result in some very different threads for each iteration of the muses.

Noxus: "Jericho and his batch of revolutionaries are certainly an exciting bunch." Noxus is likely his favorite region of Runeterra. The people are strong and fierce, and that ferocity often pours over into passion. For others, for battle, for glory, or blood, each of the important denizens pour everything of themselves into a cause and Dealer eats it up by the shovelful. Naturally Swain and LeBlanc, being tied to immortal and powerful entities, are points of particular interest for him, but the Blood Brothers and the DuCouteau family let him look into the dynamics of bonding in Noxian culture so they're all likely to be visited.

Piltover: "The City of Progress. So long as you speak the right language and with the right accent." Science takes issue with Dealer on a fundamental level, and it pleases him to no end to bend the rules in front of those who swear by it. Jayce, Ezreal, and Caitlyn would all be strained in just being around him, but not in a way that was necessarily negative. He's just a huge fly in the face of what they consider absolute truth, and what's worse is he's seemingly making more and more sense with prolonged exposure. One thing is absolutely sure, however, and that's the fact that he's a huge fan of the one girl wrecking crew. Vi is head and body kinds of strong, with an ironclad will and the confidence to get shit done with them. She may not know it, but God is already very much in her corner.

Zaun: "A damn shame, really. But, as always, the chaos stirred up the stagnant mess to bring a few gems into the light." Without a shadow of a doubt favored over Piltover. He doesn't have to concern himself with environmental hazards or the dangerous people, so he's free to peruse the unique strands of fate that have interlaced themselves with the fallen city. It's something of a callback to his original home and how so many cultures and walks of life pooled together out of necessity. It's like making art from poverty to him, and Zaun is full of such masterpieces who were polished and cut on the sharp rocks of tragedy. People who decided they wouldn't break, but instead be strong. When Dealer walks the streets of Zaun it is in a wake of clean air, and he always has food and drink for the thirsty and starving.

Bilgewater: "Ah, the wind, the sea, and the giant fucking sea monsters!" He's making a very emphatic ok hand gesture and clicking hit tongue about the monsters. Goddammit Dealer. Another region where people do what they do and tell people who try to stop them to fuck off. Or kill them, and sometimes it's harder to tell if the latter is more likely in Bilgewater or Noxus. The people here are rough, there are bars and ships everywhere, and blood is as common a smell as gunpowder. 9/10 his second favorite region.

Shadow Isles: "I bet people thought this would be my favorite region, but it's so far down on the list." It's true, I know, this probably surprises a few people, but it's true. Not for the reason most people would guess, bit it is one place he's least likely to go for no reason. The denizens of the Isles can feel what Dealer is thanks to being closer to what he is. With the mortal plane no longer dampening their experience, they can catch a glimpse of his true form on occasion. This is usually enough to decide if they'll stay or avoid him eternally.

Shurima: "It's a shame what happened to the Ascended, the Void is something beyond most comprehension." Ah yes, the guardians of the sands from the H.P. Lovecraft spilling into the world. There's little of interest for him here aside from the remaining Ascended and the Darkin. Personal preference draws him much more to the Darkin, but Azir and Nasus stand out as exceptions given the weight they've collectively shouldered. This is also an area where he feels relatively safe in taking on his demonic form.

Bandle: "The Yordles are my friends, and I won't see any harm come to them." Bandle is much like the Glade from his own home world, so he heavily associates them with magic and the fae. Lulu, of course, is his favorite and the sorceress could likely ask anything of him without worry of reprimand. But as a whole, he has a strong sense of paternal protectiveness over them. It is inadvisable to attack any Yordle in his presence.

Freljord: I'd quote him here too, but you can just play Immigrant Song since that's what he's wailing. This region really tickles his fancy for political intrigue and war tactics. For him it's like popping into an episode of Game of Thrones, but all of it is iced over. He's not with one side or the other and he's just as likely to mingle with soldiers as demigods, and here everyone seems to be fighting everyone. What's not to love for a chaotic God like himself?

Ionia: "Ah, the land there weeps the essence. I wonder if they ever think about where it all really comes from." Drumroll please, 8/10 third favorite region. His wife is a dragon and a samurai, so Ionia was his original top spot to visit up until their distaste for demons and his visits to Noxus changed his mind. Still, just about anyone could walk up to Dealer and engage in friendly conversation in Ionia. It placates him on a deep level and brings out his most peaceful side. This is mostly because he can feed on the magical essence and that keeps the edge of hunger off.

Targon: "Oh the Star Guardians. But these guys are the real Star Guardians." The Guardians of the Super Galaxy are low on Dealer's list of people. They've participated in some particularly heinous acts of divinity, and that's a big fuck up in Big D's eyes. Imprisoning a majestic space dragon, turning in on themselves, weaponizing a proud people, subsequently eradicating said proud people after their expectations weren't met. It would be a sad day for Targon should any of them challenge his temper.

Now, down here I'll handle the second part of this ask related to meddling. Dealer is specifically exiting the time-space Runeterra occupies retroactively. He literally leaves through the whole he made to come in by every coordinate imagineable to seal it off on his way out. This removes his influence entirely, as he was never truly there. When he is gone, no one remembers he was ever there and those memories resurface instantly once he reoccupies the area. So, to answer your question...

Yes, yes he does lots of meddling

[witches-and-weirdos]

Abe’s Bio

Today, the leader of The Flayers enjoys grand fame as the man who can terrorize the borderlands of Noxus. With but a handful of yordle soldiers, he prides himself in the endless list of sabotages, ambushes, assassinations and conducted prison brakes that pains the Noxians. Abe impersonates the Devil he was named as perfectly, so much so that his own brethren exiled him from Bandle. But where does such a monster come from, if not the fires of hell?

Abe was born into a prestigious family, the only child of a Scout Commander and a Police Officer. His parents didn’t have much time to dedicate to him, but they did demand exceptional scores from him in all fields of life. Thus Abe became highly self-reliant early in his life. As a hobby, he traveled to the different districts of Bandle to see how different people lived their lives. In the most crime-ridden one, he found an orphan girl that soon became his only friend.

Abe never was a truly social person. Sure, he easily assumed the leading role in any environment, and he could play the facade of friend without problem, but he never considered his compeers to be equals. He always felt himself above them. With Kiara in his life, the first exception to this was introduced. Abe found the girl eating raw the body of a grown male in an abandoned house. The witnessed act of cannibalism did not turn Abe away. Instead, he felt... familiarity. A simple look in each others’ eyes revealed they were the same form of rarity, both above the rest. In a single moment of silence, a strange form of trust was established, and Abe walked closer and sat down. They didn’t talk much at first, only a couple words were exchanged before both went on their ways. But a couple days latter, they met there, again. Now a tad bit more openly. Their tolerance for each other’s dangerous presence was almost natural in a sense, Abe knew the girl wouldn’t try to harm him, and Kiara knew the boy wouldn’t tell anyone about her hideout. This time they left each other knowing their name. The kindred souls then met again, again, and again, turning their meetings into a short of tradition. Abe’s parents didn’t know about this of course, they worked too much to ever realize Abe was sneaking out.

Through Kiara, Abe got to know himself better. He wasn’t the only one above the common people, and surely, there had to be others like them, equals. Latter, he learned with her what murder felt like: a purge of the pest that plagues society. He perfected with her the art of hunting someone down, the art of deceiving the common folk, and so much more. In return, he used the information his mother brought home to help Kiara avoid the police. By the time their ways parted, an unspoken bond was established between them that would last a lifetime.

Abe continued his studies and attended the Scout Academy, like his father once. His exceptional potential could finally be in spotlight here, as he worked harder than anyone else to earn each and every scholarship he found attractive. He scored the highest grades and had a squad leader role waiting for him before graduation. His efforts were outstanding, and so were his accomplishments. As a squad leader, his mad endeavors had soon carried him even further. Scoring success after success and minimizing any unavoidable losses had him earn medal after medal and promotion after promotion. But such a record of overcame obstacles makes men overconfident, and overconfidence leads to mistakes. The gravest mistake Abe had ever made had cost him everything up until that point.

Never underestimate your foe.

Until this point, Abe had only faced minor commanders on the enemy’s side, and so, he could always overcome them in one way or another. When Noxus sends one man to fix what its provincial command is unable to handle however, that man’s presence shouldn’t be taken so lightly. In all the glory, Abe had forgotten something he learned in the slums of Bandle: There are others like him. The Noxian known as Azaron observed his tactics, launching fake operations and ones that were meant to fail, and in the second month of their intense conflict, he set the perfect trap for Abe and his forces. Pulling off an ambush that circled, overwhelmed and defeated them, Azaron captured every survivor and conveyed them to a prison deep within Noxian territory for interrogation.

Noxians are infamous for being ruthless. Their torture methods are of course no exceptions. When a prisoner doesn’t talk, they get a couple warnings in the first weeks that things will turn horrific for them. Some give up from that and spill their secrets. If they say the truth, they are allowed to rot in their cells for the rest of their days relatively undisturbed. The rest are required to break however, and that’s when the torturers’ job really starts.

A few of Abe’s men broke in the first weeks, three found ways to kill themselves before spilling, and the rest were driven to insanity or tortured to death. The Noxians got some useful information out of them, but as their leader, Abe was the one to hold the most valuable details. As such, most of the attention was focused on him, but Abe wouldn’t give in. He was above them, he knew it and he would prove them there was no breaking someone like him. But... time passed. Months of torture, abusive humiliation and suffering... Then more months... They turned into a year and the torturers enjoyed their creative freedom. No one came to rescue. The only man to visit was Azaron, the commander admired Abe’s resolve and wished to see him every couple months. For Abe, this was the only measuring of time, as it became meaningless. Days were a homogenus blur of pain and indignity, sleep became a hectic chaos of short burst while the guards weren’t looking and food and water were only enough to have him survive. More time passed. A second year, a third one... soon a decade. Were they even looking for him? Did they even know he still existed? Did they forget or just decided to leave him to rot in there? Did they know where he was? Did they bury some of his items in a coffin and moved on? Perhaps his own parents already got used to his loss. What about that girl he met in the slums, they will never ever see each other again. The only person to ever truly understand him. What’s with the Scouts? Why aren’t they coming for him? They need him, dammit! ... Was he ever even in Bandle to begin with? Did that place actually exist or was it just in his head? The torture was certainly more real than a couple fractured images his brain conjured up... How long had he been in here? A year? A decade? Two even? Or had this been his whole life?

Abe did not speak of what they wanted to hear, in truth, he even managed to forget what the Noxians wanted to know. But two decades of such treatment had inflicted irrecoverable wounds both on body and soul. On one day, without any signs to forecast it, the prison was invaded. Abe’s ruined eyes gave no sight, but the sound of yordle language made his heart race in madness. He didn’t know if this was reality or if he had gone insane at last. Someone broke his chains and started dragging him away, someone with fury hands. The person was saying something but not much of it got to Abe. He tried standing up and walking, but is legs collapsed. Some shouting, and another savior came, the two of them carrying him now. Soon, more yordles were talking and shouting. Something blew his fur, was it wind? Wind?? He was outside? Sounds of combat, death rattles and battle cries mixed with weapons’ clashes. This, he remembered... A voice all too familiar hit his ears from among the fray. Someone screamed “Fall back!” and the fighting gradually ended. His carriers were running and heavy boots were after them. The familiar voice shouted “Where is he? I need to see him!” A female yordle from long ago. All of it was overwhelming. Abe didn’t remember anything else.

After what was his first lengthy sleep since two decades, Abe woke in panic. But there was nobody to beat him up. Nobody to humiliate him, to harm him... nothing happened. He had to process it. Several yordles greeted him, but among the first voices was the woman’s who he was sure he knew. “Abe. Do you still remember me?“ a hand held his, it was so strange that a touch wasn’t hurting his body. It was even... comforting. “I think...“ he said in a clearly unpracticed accent. “What happened? Who are you all?“ “We’re the Scouts sent to free you, commander Abe. We’re taking you back home.“ Abe’s voice didn’t work, he couldn’t reply to that. Deep down, he couldn’t believe what they said, it was impossible... but then again... they were clearly yordles, and nothing worked to amplify his pain. “Abe, does the fifth district tell you anything?“ the girl asked. “The slums...“ Abe’s voice returned, faint and weak. How did he even remember this? The girl... It was her! “Ki-ara? Kiara?? How did you-“ “Shhh, I’ll tell you everything. You need rest now. And treatment we can’t give you yet.“ “They are waiting for you in the hospital, Sir. You’ll get everything you need at once, just as we arrive.“ someone claimed. “Sir, we didn’t find anyone else... where are the others?“ another Scout asked. “The others...“ Abe tried to recall their faces, their voices... not much came up, just their fates. “They died, all of them. I am the only one left.“

It was as they told him, Abe was expected. Soon however, the doctors concluded that they wouldn’t be able to piece him back together via traditional methods. He would be a blind cripple for the rest of his life. This was not why he endured so long. Her means were unknown then, but Kiara claimed to have found another way. She managed to convince a leader in the ranks of Bandle’s new military organization, the Alpha Squad - soldiers above the law - to offer him a controversial method: He would be rebuilt with experimental technology stolen from Piltover and Zaun. There was no guarantee it would work, or that he would survive, but in case he did, he would have to join the organization when in fighting condition. To Abe, it wasn’t a question. He signed the contract, and thus his rebirth began.

Abe underwent a surgery that involved a mix of traditional, magical, and new, highly unorthodox methods in the Alpha Squad’s head quarters. When days after the appointed day he left the building, he was... different. He wasn’t just taller, he was overall bigger and more massive. Pieces of metal covered parts of his body, his eyes, left hand and right leg were all replaced with mechanical components, and he had an aura of strangeness around him - a radiation of magic. Abe was turned into a weapon, and he liked it, but the psychological trauma took years of treatment both by professionals and the girl that now stood even closer to him. Through this time they bonded even more, and eventually, they became a couple in a - probably not entirely traditional - sense.

Through all these years, Abe was gradually introduced to his new post in the Alpha Squad. He slowly returned to servitude, completing tasks both real and testing, and once he had fully recovered, he claimed his rank of Field General and lead his first missions again. It all seemed so perfect at first, his successes were many and decisive, making him an idol of warfare again. People were eager to follow him on any task. There was only one problem, and it showed once he fought at the Noxian borderlands again: He seemed to have acquired a newfound cruelty towards the sons of Noxus. It started out with a “No prisoners!” order. Then, he told his men to chase the retreating Noxians. After that, came the unneeded use of bio-chemical warfare on the opposing armies when they marched or camped. Latter, even when they resided in civilian settlements. Abe started terrorizing the Noxians within their own territory, and just as Noxus sent out their solution again, Abe was recalled from service.

But he was not going to run when Azaron was approaching.

Abe’s cruelty and tendency to ignore universal morals in his fight had resulted in a powerful backlash at home. Neither the citizens of Bandle, nor the Alpha Squad was going to let him continue. He wasn’t just asked to return home, he was asked to return and be decommissioned for another couple years of emotional therapy. Abe didn’t need that anymore. He only needed to take his revenge to feel fulfilled, and the commands from his superiors were shackling him. More than that, Bandle’s orders kept him outside the Noxian land, preventing many skirmishes destined for success. Abe thus sent home all those who were loyal to Bandle’s command, and called for the rest. He made his decision, separating himself from Bandle to wage his war on his own terms, and all who were loyal to him were welcome to join his cause. Bandle’s reply was exile, but they did not choose to terminate him, for his goals were still beneficial to the Alpha Squad.

Thus, The Flayers formed under Abe’s leadership. They claimed a forest in the no man’s land as their own, and started their series of devastating skirmishes against Noxus. Today, the only force holding them back is Azaron’s strategic mastery. But in Abe’s plans, his head will not stay on his neck for long...

[freljord-le]

Why is Demi afraid of human meat? She's not human, neither is Hale.

So this is something that’s reasoning has changed slightly since the new yordle lore and all that, admittedly. It’s entirely canon for Demi now to be uncertain/uneasy around humans she doesn’t know. Like INCREDIBLY so. Whereas before the lore change I had her friendly with everyone regardless. But even if Demi’s more uneasy/uncertain about being near humans, she doesn’t consider them ALL bad or a threat. In fact it’s a rule she’s set with Hale that if she’s with him, and if they’re not being attacked/harrassed, he’s not allowed to kill humans. Or at least it’s her decision. When he’s away from her, what he does is HIS choice, she just doesn’t want to hear or know about it. That being said, she’s also made the rule that he can bring her animals or whatever for her to preserve the meat and use in her meals (because honestly that saves her a trip into town with her glamour to buy the stuff) but dead humans, yordles, and frost trolls are things that he is NOT allowed to bring her. He can be a cannibal all he wants on his own time, but she will not. 

[lastscoutstanding]

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Relationship Meme

They are friends, or maybe brothers in arms is a better term? They don’t know each other that well, but they know each other well enough to care about each other. Teemo wouldn’t know when Poppy’s birthday is, or much of her personal stuff, but that stuff doesn’t really matter (although that doesn’t mean he doesn’t care about it). It’s just nice to be around her. He doesn’t have to talk, he doesn’t have to worry about any of this being dangerous - Poppy is a rather old yordle, she is capable, strong, a perfect soldier, albeit, and not unlike him, a broken one. Yet someone who still keeps going.

They attitudes are similar: they have a mission, and they stick to it. No matter the cost. They’re both battle-hardened, and Teemo will always get along well with other veteran soldiers, because he has a familiarity to them that he just doesn’t have with normal citizens anymore.

They get each other. Poppy tackles a lot of her own problems in her own ways, some of them healthier, and some… not. He would judge her for the cannibalism, if he ever found out, but it wouldn’t too heavily strain their friendship, and that’s saying something.

It’s a really interesting relationship they have, and ultimately, a pretty good one, because there is one thing that can be said about it always: it’s solid.

[tekromantic]

Small Headcanon: Cannibalism

During the short period where Tynen ate other yordles, he thought that they tasted a lot like roast beef. Since he likes roast beef, that made it incredibly hard to stop eating his own kind.

[yuko-wolf-archive]

tagged by the wonderful @captain-teemo-locked-and-loaded PLACE IN SOCIETY

(I will be doing my main muse, Yuko)

financial: wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty.

medical: *fit* / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged. class or caste: upper / middle / working / slave / unsure. education: qualified / unqualified / studying. criminal record: yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no. / *n/a*

FAMILY

married - happily / married - unhappily / engaged or betrothed / partnered / single / divorced / separated/ widow or widower has a child or children / has no children / wants children.   close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s) / has no siblings / sibling(s) is deceased. orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parent(s). / other

TRAITS + TENDENCIES

extroverted / introverted / in between. disorganized / organized / in between. close minded / open-minded / in between calm / anxious / in between. disagreeable / agreeable / in between cautious / reckless / in between. patient / impatient / in between outspoken / reserved / in between. leader / follower / in between empathetic / unemphatic / in between. optimistic / pessimistic / in between. traditional / modern / in between hard-working / lazy / in between. cultured / un-cultured / in between / unknown. loyal / disloyal / unknown. faithful / unfaithful / unknown

BELIEFS

monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic belief in ghosts or spirits: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care. belief in an afterlife: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care. belief in reincarnation: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care. belief in aliens: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care. religious: orthodox / liberal / in between / not religious philosophical: yes / no / in between

OPINIONS

pro-suicide / anti-suicide / doesn’t know or on the fence/ doesn’t care pro-euthanasia / anti-euthanasia / doesn’t know or on the fence. pro-choice / anti-abortion / doesn’t know or on the fence/ doesn’t care pro-marriage / anti-marriage / doesn’t know or on the fence./ doesn’t care pro-death penalty / anti-death penalty  / doesn’t know or on the fence pro-drug legislation / anti-drug legislation / doesn’t know or on the fence/ doesn’t care pro-murder / anti-murder / doesn’t know or on the fence. pro-cannibalism / anti-cannibalism / doesn’t know or on the fence/ doesn’t care left wing / right wing / middle / doesn’t know or on the fence / doesn’t care

SEXUALITY + ROMANTIC INCLINATION

heterosexual / homosexual / *bisexual* / asexual / pansexual. sex repulsed / *sex neutral* / sex favorable. *romance repulsed* (he’s too much of a pessimist) / romance neutral / romance favorable. sexually: adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious. potential sexual partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all. potential romantic partners: *male* / *female* *(if they some managed to convince him they meant it, which wouldn’t be easy)* / agender / other / none / all.

ABILITIES

combat skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none. literacy skills: excellent / *good* / moderate / poor / none artistic skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none technical skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none.

HABITS

drinking alcohol: never / once / sometimes / frequently / to excess smoking: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess. other narcotics: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess. medicinal drugs: never / sometimes  / frequently / to excess. indulgent food: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess. splurge spending: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess. gambling: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

Reblog/repost it with your muse’s answers and tag some people:

gonna tag: @ask-animaniacsfandom @vincentvonblaze @yordle-with-a-mouth @djfortissimo @auzorea 

[witches-and-weirdos]

Info Page: Abe (League)

“Try to stop me, and Gods witness, I will disembowel you myself.”

Brief Introduction

Abe, The Flaying Devil is a male yordle

He is a mutant and a cyborg. He is abnormally huge, strong and tough.

He is an exiled guerrilla general that leads a small strike force (The Flayers) in the vast forest-lands near Noxus’s borders

Occupation: Independent (leader of The Flayers)

Residence: He has his own territory in the forests of Noxus (his borders are marked with hanged, impaled and flayed corpses, and bones).

Goals/Motivations: - Protect Bandle from outer harm - Cause as much pain to the Noxian empire as possible - Free yordles, especially soldiers from captivity

16 personality types test: ESTJ-A

Abe is straight

[Link to playlist[

Some Facts

I don’t rp with “Glamour”

Abe is hyper-competent in many things. He is also terrifyingly intelligent.

“The Flayers” is a name given by the few Noxians who survived an encounter with them

Abe has strong psychopathic tendencies

He has 1 truly close friend: Kiara. They are in a relationship of some short.  

He and his men are exiled from Bandle, the punishment for being caught there is death

The Cyborg Yordle

Abe’s entire body was changed by both magic and machinery, he is more than just a yordle, but also less in a sense

His eyes, left arm (from middle of biceps), right leg (from middle of thigh) and lungs are all fully artificial. His Heart is modified heavily and next to it stands a “Power Core”, his spine is fused with several metallic fortifications, and every muscle and bone he has is strengthened.

Abe’s hextech parts are powered by magic-radiation. The power-core radiates his blood so that his “fuel” gets everywhere in his body. This also means however that he himself radiates magic.

Here is a link for more in-dept info on this, if you’re interested.

Lore-Bluilding

Abe served in the Alpha Squad (an elite military organization in Bandle) for long years before once his entire squad was captured by Noxians. Decades latter, when the Scouts finally found their whereabouts and conducted a rescue mission, Abe was found as the sole survivor of the torture-rich interrogations. Driven by a desire to repay every bit of misery, he volunteered to an experimental process which would heal and weaponize his body. It was very soon after his return to duty that he was exiled for acts of war-crime and signs of intolerable cruelty and brutality.

Abe’s Bio

The Fifth District’s Cannibal

Another Sunday Afternoon

Ingame Kit

Link here

“Haha, monster? Yes. Let me show you!“

[witches-and-weirdos]

(Don’t copy the title, only the stuff below this line)

ᴠɪʟʟᴀɪɴᴏᴜs ᴀᴛᴛʀɪʙᴜᴛᴇs

Teemo

aggressive | callous | cannibal | careless | cold (when he has to be) | compulsive | cowardly | domineering | envious | greedy | hypocritical | impatient | impolite | kidnapper | lazy | liar | lustful | materialistic | murderer | obsessive | over-critical | over-emotional | patronising | sadistic | sarcastic | self-indulgent | serial killer | single-minded (in work) | spiteful | torturer | touchy | traitorous | unclean | unpredictable | vain | vengeful (only if it’s something big) | vindictive | zealous |

Tristana

aggressive | callous | cannibal | careless | cold | compulsive | cowardly | domineering | envious | greedy | hypocritical | impatient | impolite (sometimes) | kidnapper | lazy | liar | lustful | materialistic | murderer | obsessive | over-critical | over-emotional | patronising | sadistic | sarcastic | self-indulgent | serial killer | single-minded | spiteful | torturer | touchy | traitorous | unclean | unpredictable | vain | vengeful | vindictive | zealous |

Tagged by: @a-rat-and-a-blob

Tagging: @assistant-of-evil @veigar-the-evil-yordle @the-primordialburst @zaunites-finest @keeper-not-hero @shorthammertime @axe-me-darius @lulu-loves-purple And those who want to do it!

[witches-and-weirdos]

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Teemo: “Until I’ve read the files, I thought he’s just an urban legend. Now I know that the first generation is still here, or at least, some of them are... And you know what? Cannibal or not, he is one of our forefathers who helped build Bandle, and he deserves our respect!”

Tristana: “Ya know, my first thought was: ‘He’s gotta be unreal!’ Then came the: ‘Shit, the files are actually here about him!’ And then the: ‘Wait, who’s older? Him or Kenith?’ But I actually think he should be older. If he’s really from the first of us, then he’s gotta be! And ya know what? I think I wanna meat him one day! He’s gotta have some good stories in stash for me!”

They actually searched the Alpha Squad’s data base to find out he’s real. A big surprise, but not as big as it could have been, after all, they have met some trully anchient yordles before... Still, they admire him for being one of the ancestors of their race, and for taking part in the creation of the community that latter grew to be Bandle City.