#yes. Sett

[lonisaiou]

late night dooodles (they literally make no sense)

[fictionfordays]

Rule Breaker

HS!Kayn x fem!reader x HS!Sett

Summary: Kayn wants to have a little fun.

CW: threesome, pwp, fingering, kissing, oral (m and f receiving), dp, hair pulling, biting, licking, hickeys, um um um if I missed anything just lemme know

WC: >2500

A/N: Don't perceive me ;-;

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Part 1 || Part 2

He sees how Sett always looks at your ass when he happens to be behind you. How his eyes linger on your lips after you laugh at something funny he said. Kayn sees how your fingers seem to brush against Sett’s whenever you hand him something. How you bite your lip to try and hide the flustered grin on your face when Sett takes off his shirt or compliments you. Please. Kayn isn’t oblivious to the sum of little hints that continue to add up.

If he’s being truthful with himself, he’s been wondering what Sett’s massive hands feel like around his neck and wrists, or how they’d look wrapped around your own pretty neck. Your hips even. Hell, if he were honest with you, he’d tell you as much. That he wants to see your eyebrows furrow as you sink down on Sett’s cock, how the stretch burns even after so much prep they did with you. Each taking turns using their thick fingers to spread you apart, bending you however they saw fit.

To his surprise, you want to fuck Sett just as much as he does. He grins slyly, you’re so shy about your wants, your desires. It’s cute, really. He pulls you to him for a rough kiss, teeth and tongue clashing hungrily. His tongue piercing runs over your plush lower lip as his fingers twitch and pull against the fabric of your clothing to try and bring you even closer to him.

He makes a game of it, chasing your almost naked figure down the hallway to Sett’s room, glad nobody else is home to see what mischief you’re both up to.

He grabs at you, pulling you close to him as you both fall onto Sett’s unmade bed. It’s comfortable, you think, lined with stuffed animals, still warm and smells like him. His mattress and blankets are so plush and cozy, too, you’d love to nap here. You don’t have long to think about snuggling with the boys before Kayn attacks you with tickles. His fingers graze against your sides as his teeth nip softly against the skin of your neck. You giggle, trying to keep your voice down and softly pushing against his chest, his fingers still tormenting your sides.

Finally, he settles down, smiling smugly against your neck as he wraps his arms around you. He rolls over, pulling you on top of him, your lips colliding with his where they belonged. You sighed against him, melting into his embrace as his tongue glides over yours. 

“Ahem,” Sett’s voice rumbles from where he stands in the doorway, towel draped around his hips, hair still dripping from his shower. You pull away from Kayn nervously, sitting up on the bed with Kayn still underneath you, propping himself up on his elbows breathlessly, smiling mischievously over at Sett. His eyes trail over the both of you slowly, trying to figure out what’s going on without making any assumptions. He clears his throat again, “w-what are you two doing in here?” The grip on his towel tightens, his face remaining neutral.

“Now you’re playing hard to get, huh?” Kayn winks over at the redhead in the doorway. He grabs your chin and turns your face towards Sett, a deep blush covering your cheeks as you bite your lip. Sett swallows thickly. “She’s pretty, huh? A real good girl, too…” He smiles devilishly at you, tongue darting out to wet his lips before his gaze returns to the redhead. His eyes look lust-blown, his grip on his towel so tight his knuckles are white. Kayn’s voice drops an octave, “You wanna touch her, don’t you?”

Sett gives a small nod, his eyes never leaving your body. His ear twitches impatiently. Kayn gestures for him to come over, still holding your chin in his hand firmly. You watch as Sett closes the door behind him, taking slow steps towards you, unsure if this is real and not wanting to show just how eager he is. Your eyes scan his abs and chest slowly as he approaches, muscles flexing with each step. You eagerly lean up a little once he’s close enough, the pink-haired male dropping his hand from your face.

“Tsk tsk,” Kayn says softly, pulling you by your hair so his lips tickle the shell of your ear. “No kissing.” He bites his lip with a grin when you whine quietly, your plush lips forming a small pout. “Oh, what’s this? You thought there wouldn’t be any rules, beautiful?” He grabs Sett’s hair and pulls him down to be eye level with the two of you, speaking sternly to the male, “no marking her either.” He places a teasing kiss on Sett’s lips before continuing, “and if you get cum anywhere near her perfect pussy, I’ll beat the shit out of you.” His voice holds a teasing lilt, but no one in the room doubts how serious he is. The two males kiss again, tongues darting out to taste each other as Kayn keeps his grip on your hair. Your breath hitches as you watch them, chest tight with jealousy.

You get to work nibbling Sett’s neck, tasting the water droplets on his skin. His thick fingers thread through your hair tenderly, drawing you closer to him as he sighs against Kayn’s lips. You lick a trail up his neck to his jawline, your fingers gripping the yellow collar around Kayn’s neck to tug him to you. He smiles against your lips, loving when you take what you want from him.

Sett keeps his fingers busy, gliding over your back so softly that a shiver runs down your spine, a sound almost inaudible escaping your lips. His arms wrap around you loosely, large hands coming up to cup your breasts as he places open mouthed kisses across your shoulders. You shudder, leaning back against his chest. Kayn places his hands on top of Sett’s, encouraging him to squeeze your soft mounds a bit harder.

“I’ll let you taste her, Sett~” he pushes you onto your back on the bed next to him, kissing a line gently down from your lips to your breasts, tongue flicking against your perky buds before continuing his path downwards. Sett watches you eagerly, the way your chest rises and falls in anticipation, the way Kayn nibbles your inner thighs as his fingers loosely grip the sides of your black, lacy panties. Your breath hitches when you feel Kayn’s warm breath on your covered pussy, his tongue ring catching your clit just right even through the fabric. He begins to slide your panties down agonizingly slowly, his dual-coloured eyes meeting yours with an impish grin, the flat of his tongue still licking upwards against the fabric. Sett’s fingers slide between yours, holding your hand as the other male continues teasing you. Murmured sighs escape your parted lips as you watch Sett drop down to his knees next to Kayn, helping you out of your undergarment. The red-haired male leans forward as Kayn continues licking teasing stripes against your now exposed folds. His tongue pokes out experimentally to taste your nectar with Kayn’s saliva, a groan falling from his lips at how sweet you are. He kisses the pink-haired male again, this time including your folds in the mix with teasing licks from both of them.

A soft whimper escapes you as your hips buck up gently against their mouths, wanting more friction, more anything, really. Sett finally smiles up at you, eyes glimmering, as he squeezes your hand reassuringly. Kayn chuckles softly, moving up your body slowly, leaving damp kisses in his wake before reaching your neck. Sett settles in between your thighs, focusing solely on you and the way you moan and sigh from his and Kayn’s lustful caresses. His arms wrap under your legs, holding your hips still and your thighs against his cheeks as he makes love to you with only his mouth. He moans against you, your warmth and wetness absolutely intoxicating him as he sucks firmly on your clit, his tongue flicking in little circles against the sensitive pearl as his muscular arms squeeze your legs securely.

Kayn cups your breast, thumbing over your delicate nipple as he bites down on your neck, drawing a loud whine from you as you pant from the stimulation. He grinds slowly against your hip, the fabric of his annoyingly-still-on underwear already a little damp from the pre oozing from his painfully hard cock.

Sett’s free hand snakes over to Kayn’s hips, rubbing small circles over his skin while he continues eating you out. His fingertips trace the top line of Kayn’s waistband, tickling his skin softly. The male above you kisses you hungrily, drooling onto your chin as you moan and tremble against him from Sett’s ministrations. Gods, Sett was so good at this…

Kayn stands up abruptly, slightly startling you and Sett in the process, and rips off his underwear. His cock smacks against his abs angrily, a thick string of pre snapping from the loss of the annoying fabric. He pulls Sett away from you slightly, accidently (or maybe on purpose) tearing away your orgasm. You whine at him, tears pricking your already glazed over eyes. He ignores you with a small smirk, bending down to grab Sett by the neck for a hungry kiss.

He looked so sexy like this. Both of them, really. So enthralled with you and each other at the same time.

When you finally decide to stop staring, you sit up on the edge of the king-sized bed. Your fingers slip underneath the towel still wrapped around Sett’s waist to undo the fold, the rough, yellow fabric dropping to the floor and exposing his aching and girthy hard-on. You knew he’d be big, but honestly, the size of his cock is intimidating. An angry red tip leaking with pre, girthy enough you can barely fit your little hand around him when you paw at him.

He hisses against Kayn’s mouth, sucking on the other male’s tongue when your fingers finally wrap around him, him in one hand and Kayn in the other. Both men groan loudly when you begin pumping their lengths firmly, bringing both of their tips to your tongue for lustful little kisses. Kayn brings one hand down to your hair, gripping tightly as his hips thrust shallowly into your hand, moaning slightly louder when his eager tip bumps against Sett’s.

“F-fuck…” Sett moans into the other male’s mouth breathlessly, giving his hair a gentle tug and his lip a tender bite.

Kayn chuckles softly upon realizing that this is Sett’s first time with you. He turns and pushes the red-haired one onto the edge of the bed roughly. “Go ahead, beautiful, show Sett what a good girl you are.” You can hear the teasing smirk in his voice as you move eagerly to sit on the floor between Sett’s legs, your chin resting on his knee as you pull your bottom lip between your teeth. His lust-blown gaze meets yours, a small nod of approval just for you present with a wink, flashing his most charming smile at you.

He’s already making you feel so weak in the knees.

Kayn gives you a lingering kiss on your lips before you lean forward, tongue poking out to give Sett a few kitten licks on his sensitive tip. The pink-haired one helps you out, pulling your hair back and holding it out of your face for you as you take Sett’s cock into your mouth. You suck on his tip like it’s your favorite lollipop flavor, moaning from the taste of his pre, before taking him as far down as you can, hitting the back of your throat. His head falls back, a deep groan rumbling from his chest as you gag on him. His eyes squeeze shut, just enjoying the feeling of your warm and wet mouth bobbing along his fat cock. Suddenly he feels teeth nipping at his chest, looking down to see Kayn wanting in on the action, too.

Kayn trails sloppy, desperate kisses up Sett’s neck as you continue bobbing on his length at a steady pace, Kayn’s hand still holding your hair back. Your drool pools at the base of Sett’s cock, your soft moans sending little vibrations down his length. His own moans get breathier, louder as the coil in his belly tightens. He tugs at Kayn’s pink and purple hair, pulling him up for a desperate kiss as he groans, nibbling Kayn’s lower lip roughly. You can feel how much his dick is throbbing against your tongue now, his abs flexing against yours and your boyfriend’s fingers as he gets closer to his release.

Kayn smiles devilishly into the kiss and bites harshly at Sett’s lower lip, eliciting a deep groan from the redhead. His drawn-out groan turns into a whine as the bicolour-haired male pulls you away from the cock you were sucking so greedily on. You whimper a little at the loss but comply with his unspoken orders, standing at the edge of the bed, cunt leaking with your arousal. Drool covers your chin, your eyes glazed over, eagerness flooding through your veins as both men drink you in. Kayn is the first to move, standing next to you and licking the drool from your face before kissing you passionately.

Gods, you were so divine like this, so ready to please. It’s one of the many things he loves about you.

His hands settle on your hips, giving you a reassuring squeeze as he turns you around, your back now facing Sett. If only you could see the way Sett’s eyes lit up when your ass came into view, so plump and squeezable. The male bites his lip, wanting nothing more than to grope your soft skin and sink his teeth into the juncture where your neck meets your shoulder. He grows impossibly harder just thinking about it.

Kayn reaches down on either side of you, searching for Sett’s hands eagerly. “‘S what you’ve been wanting, yeah?” You can hear the teasing smirk in his breathy voice as he puts Sett’s hands right over the globes of your ass, the male sighing when your skin makes contact, squeezing roughly. Your boyfriend guides Sett’s hands to your hips before roughly pushing you back on the thick pad of muscles, a surprised sound escaping you as his arms wrap tightly around you, kissing your neck sloppily. His right hand travels up to grope your breast, squeezing the supple skin tenderly, lips and teeth still attacking your neck. His left travels down to the apex between your thighs, thick fingers sliding between your sopping folds, one teasing your entrance to collect more of your arousal. He teases you with slow circles to your throbbing clit, increasing the speed gradually as your sighs and moans become more frequent.

Kayn’s eyes are blown as he watches Sett’s fingers on your perfect pussy. He loves watching how you react to one of his closest friends stuffing you full with his thick fingers. Fingers he wants almost desperately around your throat. His throat. He reaches for his cock as you start to buck your hips against Sett’s hand, whining as he inserts one, two of his big fingers to scissor you open for him. You sound like such a perfect melody to both men’s ears, your whining increasing in pitch as the coil in your belly grows tighter and tighter. Your boyfriend drops to his knees, pumping his fist along his dribbling length faster, free hand holding your thigh as your legs begin to tremble as you approach your high.

His gaze briefly finds the other male’s with a slow lick of his lips, signaling his permission to finally fuck you.

Sett’s ears twitch and he groans into your neck as your walls flutter relentlessly around his fingers. Gods, you’re so tight. Your boyfriend helps pull the redhead’s cock out from under you, the heavy weight of him resting against your groin for a moment before your boyfriend gently grips him. Sett growls into your ear, hips bucking softly when the flat of Kayn’s tongue runs along the underside of his dick, teasing the sensitive veins that run along the length of him, tongue piercing fiddling around his frenum. Fuck, the whine you release when Sett’s hand travels to your neck, gripping tightly, as his other hand works your throbbing heat faster is almost enough to send him over the edge with you as your pussy tightens its grip around his fingers.

“That’s it, beautiful…” Kayn moans as his tongue pauses exploring Sett’s length to have a taste of your slick as you tremble in the muscular arms of the man beneath you. “Shit, you’re doing so good, baby… Such a good fucking girl…”

I do not own these characters. All rights to the original creators. All content—created rights are reserved to Wallabypirate©2024.

[e0nssadrift]

I wish people would not reduce characters down to just their gay ships… it’s honestly the most aggravating things about fandoms, and it’s not just one 😭

I can list several ships off my head that, for some reason, the fandoms (specifically fanfic writers and fanartists??) will just reduce to “gay twinks in love” or whatever trope their relationship is??? that or they give the characters NO individuality?? like looking for art of my favorite character and all I get it is ship art or fanfic of them with their ship and it’s like??? Enjoy what you want but trying to find cute art of one character and constantly getting ship art is INFURIATING ESPECIALLY WHEN THE SHIP ART IS LIKE??? SUPER NOT IN CHARACTER?? idk now I just sound like a bitch BUT I THINK SOME OF U WILL UNDERSTAND ME

also this whole post is not directed anyone, it just irritated me and idk where else to post about it 😔

[ioniansunsets]

would you be willing to write about School AU Jock!Sett whose mama is the school nurse? i want Sett’s mama to get Sett to take care of you who visit the sick bay monthly for insane period cramps please 👉👈

✖ School AU! Sett Comfort ✖

✖ Word Count: 670

✖ Tags: Mutual Pining

✖ A/N: I imagine him as Vastayan still! Wasn't too sure if you wanted a scenario or headcanons so I wrote a little scenario for you. Have fun I got a little carried away and wrote a lot!

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It was horrible. Absolute shit. You almost trip from the pain as you make your way to the nurses' office. The familiar smell of antiseptic hits your nose as you step in.

" Oh my are you alright? It's that time again huh?"

You nod as the sweet nurse helps you to the bed. You were a regular here, whenever it was that time of the month, you found yourself crippled in the infirmary beds. Over time you slowly figure out that the pretty Vastayan was the school's star player, Sett's, mom. His constant injuries making sense as to why his mother was the school nurse. Poor lady sees him every other sports game. It almost felt like he was getting hurt on purpose to be sent here sometimes.

" Sett! Come help."

She calls out to her son who was slacking off in the other bed. There's a small mumble as he gets up, the sound of the chair against the floor grating against your ears.

" I'm tired ma- Oh hey, its you again."

He whines as he gets up, his head pops through the curtain, about to complain, before he realizes it's you. He has gotten used to seeing you around, you were, too, a regular here anyway. He never really learnt your name, but by now he knew the routine to help you out.

Running off he comes back within minutes with a hot water bottle, painkillers with water and some chocolates from the secret stash in the infirmary. That damn jock was really fast! You thank him as you grab the array of things from his hands. He sits down by your side, almost affectionately patting your head as his ears seem to twitch, seemingly excited to be of use to you.

" Let me know if you need anything, the great Sett's got your back."

He laughs, giving you an almost cheesy wink. His signature cocky smile plastered across his face. It almost draws a laugh out of you. Seeing you smile again brings a warmth to his heart. Sett doesn't really understand what it was. Maybe it was just how you seem so genuinely appreciative of his help, or how you tolerate his boisterous activity. Or was it something more?

" Let me know if you wanna be alone alright?"

How could you chase him away, his messy hair falling to his face as he turns to smile at you. Sett's fluffy ears flicking to the side. His boyish charm was too much you let him stay. Sitting by your side, Sett does some homework on the desk beside you, just accompanying you while you suffer. Hoping his presence somehow comforted you. You don't even know why Sett's mom always gets him to help you out. Maybe she was just using him as some free manual labor for making her treat his bumps and bruises so often to be honest. After a few moments of silence he turns back to you.

" I read somewhere that having someone like, rub or hold your stomach or something helps...so if you uh...need some help I got you alright?"

It was almost adorable, his hand behind his head as he rubs his hair messing it up further. He read up on how to help you? How sweet! If you weren't blushing, Sett sure was. He had no reason to try and help you so much, was it him trying to do his job properly as his mom's helper or was it because of you? You couldn't figure it out but you gave him the OK anyway. His large warm hand lightly pressing against your abdomen. Surprisingly it helped. A lot. As the pains begin to fade, you can't help but drift off to sleep, exhausted from the cramps. Sett never left you side even through that, his left hand resting on you as he continued with his homework with his right. He was there for you, whatever small casual relationship the two of you had in this small room in the school.

[icarus-mp3]

Happy anniversary to these dumb fucks

[milksuu]

[MINI COMIC: SHARING IS CARING] | PT. 1

if you think for one second that i am normal right now, well...lemme tell you a secret....

i aint.

(and yes i hc dad!phel is a damn sucker for romances but he will never admit it. and yes, his favorite film in said genre is pride and prejudice.)

[hanayashikiel]

i dont care if its "out of character" i want him smiling and HAPPY goddammit!

[modernlovez]

A dump of doodles…

[blushblushbear]

so I'm gonna try and finally write some scripts for my other fan boys that I've been sitting on for a bit, but thinking about more boys, it got me curious--

what kinda dude do you wish was in the game?? like an archetype, either of a romantic character or just a character in general??

[clefaiiiry]

I know the truth about him (fandom headcanons him as a dom top when I know he’s a sub bottom)

[mossy-paws]

Juwgen weitnew? stupid idiot mothewfucking juwgein weitnew god damn foow book cowwecting dust eating wat owd bastawd shithead idiot avataw of the whowe biggest cwown in the ciwcus waughed out of town cowboy mothewfucking juwgein weitnew

stowp pinning me whewn i tawk abouwt juwgein weitenew i hate him so much why does he have so many fucked up books why did he decide tuwu fuck awound awnd find out juwst set thewm woose iws he dead iws he a bastawd man has such a viscewaw affect own me nowt even in the woom nevew seen thiws mans face awnd i know he has the wowwds shittiest beawd get away fwom me

if i wanted tuwu get intwo heaven awnd god said juwgein weitnews waiting inside i wouwd piss own gods feet fow the sowe puwpose of getting sent bawck down

if i have tuwu deaw with juwgein weitnew speaking owne wowd in pewson own voice in podcast nowt onwy wiww i cwose the tab i wiww dewete my bookmawk out of spite awnd have tuwu wewatch the entiwe sewies again fow the expewience of being abwe tuwu skip aww the times whewn he iws mentioned ow awive

i dont even know why i hate him so much. he cowwects books but i am juwst mad because i am angy

he bettew have sowme fucked up backstowy tuwu expwain thiws if hes juwst sowme wich shithead whos a fan of cweepypasta awnd wanted the iww vewsion iww gow ham

bettew have had a book make him kiww a man cuz if he didnt im going tuwu make him

paypaw.com/ifuckinghatejuwgeinweitnew

episodes nowt even abouwt him. vaguewy mentioned whawt iws supposed tuwu maybe be hiws wibwawy awnd i wost iwt

whewe the fuck iws juwgein weitnew if hes stiww awive im going tuwu so deepwy wish he wasnt

cwusty owd man

iww punch weitnew awnd hiws sad fwaiw owd man twig bones wiww simpwy fwake apawt undew my epic huge meat fist awnd he wiww disintegwate untiw aww thats weft iws owne finaw book he kept own him at aww times simpwy titwed now uwu fucked up

I’m sorry I HAD too

[weldfists]

not just a scratch in hs verse pls ...

send me    ‘ not  just  a  scratch ‘    for your muse to catch mine trying to patch up a wound in secret…

Maybe he shouldn’t have stormed off—

What’s the point in being collaborative if he was just going to take everything to heart? This wasn’t like before. He wasn’t nineteen standing before his own flesh and blood, where he was presenting something and already bracing himself for it to be torn apart. It’s so far divorced from everything he’d gone through for years with his music and yet it still made the weight on his shoulders unbearable, the strain in his jaw almost crushing. And before he could let the wounds from the past tear open at the drop of a simple critique he’d excused himself from the studio, despite the odd look Yone had thrown him as he shoulders past K’sante roughly (much to his offense). 

He doesn’t care what it looked like, up and leaving and shoving his seat backward with a growl as he did it. But the sting from just… he can’t even fucking remember what it was that Ezreal commented on that triggered that dread that manifested bone deep within him. But he knows it was enough to echo the words of his father once upon a time and it was enough to make him fly off the handle. This is how he ends up outside the studio; his back pressed firmly against one of the trees nearby as his ears pin flat against his hair despite hidden in the pockets of his beanie as an itch spreads across his arms while he tries to shake out the trepidation. Fruitlessly, really— he knows better than anyone how to shake it.

Is he overreacting? Maybe. 

He can’t think about it now, not when the sting of wood splintering beneath his knuckles scratches that itch far better than talking this out ever could. At least that’s what it feels like. Another wind up, another punch, more wood cracking beneath the hit and digging into his skin. It doesn’t stop till his breathing evens out and it doesn’t feel like there were ants crawling all over him. Doesn’t stop till he realizes just how stupid he was to start in the first place. A flex of his hand blooms a new pain, knuckles bloodied with skin split. Fuck.

Sett up and leaves, angry but not really, set off by something he can’t quite put into words yet with the boys, doesn’t have the patience to talk about it anyways, but to then come back with his hand fucked up? How the fuck was he supposed to explain this? As soon as the adrenaline is gone the regret begins to flood in as he holds his hand carefully, fangs bared at no one but himself. 

Sett thinks he’s been gone for what feels like forever, rushing back inside and moving as quickly as he could to a bathroom. He had to wash it away, hide the fact he wasn’t as in control as he thought he was. Suddenly he’s nineteen with watery eyes and a busted lip and a bloody nose, washing his face silently until the water ran clear and he could stand to look at himself again.

So, no— he doesn’t hear when the door to the bathroom creaks open. Doesn’t hear the footsteps that approach him cautiously, methodically, before stopping not too far behind him— watching. Sett’s only concern was cleaning his hand until he could stand to look at himself again. When the sting of the cold water blasting away the splinters and scabbing was enough to make him wince, that's when he catches the glimpse of white hair posted behind his reflection and he stills completely. Mouth falling open to try and speak only to find nothing to say, distress lingering in the crease of his brow while the water continues to run down his mangled handiwork.

Sett doesn’t try to hide it, but it’s evident in how he sucks in a harsh breath and clenches his fists that being found was frustrating him beyond what he’d ever admit. Perhaps it’s good then, that his ears stay pinned closely to his head, his tail flicking roughly from side to side as he begins his ritual of cleaning his fist once more. In moments like these, Sett’s rather thankful he has them opposed to the myriad of times where they’ve done him dirty. Either way, Yone of all people finding him bloody knuckled and mere moments from panic had not been something Sett was looking forward to.

“I don’t need ya checkin’ on me. S’fine.”

The words cut clean and dry when he does eventually speak, his eyes locked on the other man through the mirror. He wasn’t planning on opening up about what he felt right now or about what dragged a knife across the tender scars within his chest in the studio any time soon. Silently, Sett just hopes that the image of him frantically scrubbing away blood stays hidden within Yone’s mind, and dies with him really. 

But he knows better.  He knows what this will lead to later when the two cross paths in the early mornings and Sett wants nothing to do with it.

[silverdragonoid]

Hear me out—I've connected the dots.

[kaiwuzherenz]

is it bad that im not obsessed and this is my new fav song

Paranoia by HEARTSTEEL Btw yes im a lol (league of legends) fan ;)

[ladyblue275]

We took a slight break from simping for fictional animated men, but between Arcane and Heartsteel, we’re now back to our regularly scheduled programming.

[face-breaker]

somewhere out there is a demand that needs supplyin' — and once it comes across settrigh's desk, he's making sure it gets fulfilled.

the glaringly obvious centerpiece of the boss' portfolio is what we know as THE PIT — ionia's biggest, most well-known underground fighting ring. it's here that sett made his first step towards entrepreneurship, taking over the establishment at the age of 21, after fighting in the ring himself for 5 years. i won't go too far into detail about the pit ( and it's subsidiaries ) in this post, as i've already got a much more refined post saved in my drafts — but just know, that his revenue from the pit makes up a little over 50% of his annual profits. now, while VIOLENCE is settrigh's main business, he's got his hands in quite a few other ventures. another chunk of his purse is funded by textile production and sales. specifically high end fabrics native to ionia, such as SILK. less than 30% of his sales are domestic, the rest being sold all over runeterra, in places that can afford the delicacy — his main buyers being in piltover, demacia and shurima, but he's got accounts in just about every region. it's a relatively tame component of his assets, compared to some of the others. the whole process is fairly transparent, and surprisingly legal, as sett refuses to extort his own people in such a way. he pays his laborers well, and doesn't force egregious hours to meet quotas. this is due in part to his mother having been part of that particular workforce before. growing up, he's seen first hand how she was treated and what it did to her over time. this is one of settrigh's only business ventures that his mother is fully aware of and only makes up around 15% of his portfolio — it's still, however, equivalent to a multimillion-dollar book. a slightly heftier piece to the puzzle would be his hand in the shipping trade. ionia, being the land of unspoiled beauty and natural magic, it's people were never ones to cultivate it's harvest beyond their own needs in an attempt to protect it's resources. the land is also surrounded by treacherous seas few are willing to sail. between those two quandaries, selling and trading beyond the continent weren't really concerns of the people for quite some time — and the few who did, lost interest and faith after the first noxian invasion. with their lands ravished, a general sense of unease settled across ionia. total resources were demolished and, those that weren't, quickly depleted over the years. this remained an issue for years to come. for the first time in the land's history, they would need to rely heavily on external trading and importing of goods across the entire nation to survive. but they lacked the infrastructure for international trading — a gap settrigh would later fill. it not only helped in supporting the business for his textile and other smaller dealings, but enriched the first lands as a whole — finally allowing the people to buy, sell and trade across runeterra. as sett's dealings in shipping and trade stand today, over half of ionia's trade is shipped straight through him. and that number is so large because his business model is quite the gray area. while it started out as mostly dry goods and his own products, as word got around that ionia joined the major trading scene and the business began to boom, questionable offers began to roll in. the BLACK MARKET TRADES, the weapon shipments — the payout was too good to pass up. and, well, as the boss always said:

the only thing an honest livin' makes you is BROKE.

so he'd accept those too — typically covering it up with the more legal contracts as they moved through each region. the operation as a whole makes up another 30% of his profits. those are the main three business ventures sett's found himself tangled in. all three of course branch off into smaller, more local covenants and dealings, but seeing as this post is already longer than i originally intended it to be, i won't keep babbling about it here. but just know, he has a contact for just about anything you can want, need or think of under the sun. no, really — anything.