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Gor-Rok, he likes throwing people around

#The great white Lizard // Gor-Rok #feat #darkhand #and #killnoir #I tried to get the sorceress to fight but she kept running away :/#she was smart

killnoir replied to your post: im playing sett on the pbe and honestly… im in...

would u say he…… claps back

for his ult, he picks up an enemy champ, and slams them on the ground, and all the enemy champs in the radius take damage equal to the slammed champion’s bonus health

i used the carry to destroy the carry

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@killnoir

freddie’s on FIRE today. his board moves beneath him effortlessly, following his directions with minimal effort && maximal finesse. he’s in the mood to be a little cocky && a little dangerous, && he’s weaving in and out of cars without regard for his safety ( or the safety of others, for that matter ). his heartbeat is music inside his chest.

he’s just about to jump off the board when he spots her — she’s headed across the sidewalk, directly into his path. fuck. he hasn’t been paying attention— & he knows he’s not going to have time to stop if he keeps going — fuck. fuck. fuck.

he has a split second to make the decision— with a last deep breath, he jumps off the board, falling hands and knees first on the sidewalk. his palms are on fire, but the skateboard passes harmlessly past him, just missing the girl. he pulls back from the concrete and spots blood & dirt. “SHIT.”

#[ idk what this is im sorry lmaoooo #she can just beat him up for almost running her over tbh ! ]#killnoir

* kisses masks cheek.

He feels it.

Like a second skin, he feels it; soft, shakeless lips pressing against the pale white. No fear, no judgement in the touch.. just that strange sensation Micheal could never identify. He stares at the corpse at their feet, but not even the fresh, crimson blood can excite him more than the caretaker’s touch.

Micheal keeps walking.