#nocketheformerlysuperstitious

Send me ✔ and I will bold my preferences for your muse!

My muse(s): Rengar

Do I know your muse(s): yes | no | a little | tell me about your muse

Setting: our verse | my verse | your verse | modern | alternate universe | other

Pre-established relationships? yes | no | depends on the relationship

Possible relationships: friends | classmate | co-worker | roommate | family, real or adopted | dating or blind date | married | friends with benefits | unrequited love | lending a hand | teacher - student | rivals | allies | partner-in-crime | enemies | protector - guarded | business partners | spy - infiltrated | manipulator - manipulated | star-crossed | first meeting | other

I’m in the mood for: fluff | angst | horror | romance | humor | crime | hurt / comfort | action | supernatural | slice of life | crack | dark threads | light threads | any genre | multi-para | shorter para | one-line | any length | plotted threads | unplotted threads | other

//Is that you mimicking your reaction?

He grumbles and looks down at the yordle. "Glad that you have a opinion that I don't care about. Hrmmf."

As a joke: badluckchuck

Send me ☞ + a character to see how I would portray them.

They will all..

D I E.

Was the only thing, that was going through his head as he was chained to the wall. All bloodied. Broken on the inside and on the outside. Pain. That he was getting. So that's what they were going to get in return. He heals as time passes. Him learning their pattern, and of course thinking ways to end their lives in horrible ways. He was just so full of hate. Full of anger! He just wanted to let it all out by shouting curses.

It was hard. But after 2 years of planning. He got his out. They were foolish enough to not chain him to the wall this time. Since it was someone's birthday. Fools. All of them. Veigar would love to him a present. A knife to his throat. But he quickly takes a knife that he hid under hay. Unlocking the door silently, now planning ahead. He quickly dashes to the guard that was guarding the main hall way. Cutting his throat without a second thought. 

'Yes. YES! Feel the pain that I have been living all these years!'

He said to himself as he killed one guard after another. And finally after 2 years of going mad, going through pain that he didn't deserve. Pain that was never going to fate away. He was finally out. But where should he go now? Bandle city? Not in anyone's dream.. They didn't care about him. They probably didn't even notice that he was gone. No. He was going to become more powerful. He was going to make them all...

I’ma cheese for this one and say Animal I Have Become and the Predator Theme. 

Send me “(˘_˘٥)” and my muse will react to finding your muse with them and then remembering that your muse died a long time ago.

Rolling a coin across his knuckles hadn’t been an easy task to master despite his natural dexterity. It seemed so simple when he watched others do it but it wasn’t until an unlikely friendship with of all people a young Yordle that he had finally learned the trick. Now when he was bored it wasn’t uncommon for him to be seen with a coin tripping over his hands. 

“You’ve gotten better at that. About time!” That mirthful tone and the laugh that followed it made him drop the coin. 

Rengar looked around to find the voice and saw nothing. Nocke had died years ago from an unfortunate sickness he’d caught while exploring the Kumungu with him. He hadn’t been able to do more than bring the young man back to Bandle City and hope for the best. When he’d found out that the disease had taken his life there had been guilt. He had known that the area wasn’t safe and warned Nocke about it but that hadn’t stopped them from exploring it further anyway. It was the way of the jungle, only the strong could survive and it didn’t pick and choose favorites.