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Found this. Had to post it here. Simple as that xD

askmalzy:

((And here we have thevoidseye justicewillbeserved and Malzahar arguing about a set of books))

//Oho this sounds interesting…

In his study the writer had the feeling that somewhere somehow something really important was discussed right now…

The writer looks up from his desk. Again someone had followed him into his study - he should really put those seals back in place... The room is shrouded in twilight, making it quite hard to see - especially for the writer's bad eyesight. Someone was hiding behind the massive piles of books. No, not only one... Two at once? That was new. "Come out... I know you are there..."
kyoki-the-writer kyoki-the-writer Said:

the-iori-twins:

kyoki-the-writer:

the-iori-twins:

the-iori-twins:

A male figure would walk into view, a book held up to conceal his face. He was truly reading it, but for whatever reason was not yet showing his face. The other figure would remain hidden, the tower of books wobbling slightly but remaining stacked. "Not like I was hiding. Something wrong?"

[ kyoki-the-writer ]

"Thought it was a library."

The male would look up from the book to glance at the writer, an overall bored expression on his face. He took a look around the room before the snarling page drew his attention back. His response would be a slight ‘hmph’ as he snapped the book shut. "Sorry to intrude, then… whatever your name is."

The beast inside the book hissed when the book was shut. Another swing from the writer’s feather made the sound stop.

"Just call me writer", mumbles the man who noticed the strange reaction of the boy. That was no ordinary male… normal people get scared or at least ask about this trick. Was he a champion? No, he would have known him…

"I don’t think so… the great libary is on the other side of the building…"

An eyebrow would be raised as the feather seemingly silenced the beast, but no comment was made.

"Writer… interesting name." The book would be placed atop one of the many piles, the male’s hands now going into his pockets as he continued looking around the room. After roughly a minute of silent observation, the only thing he did was let out a low whistle.

"I hardly know this building, and all the books had me fooled. Some nice reads, I have to say."

"And who are you?", the writer asks.

Ink starts floating out of the feather and disperses in the air. Just who was this guy? Was he dangerous? Or harmless? Maybe he should just blast him out? Nono, that could damage the books… He could use an illusion to scare him off… nah also too dangerous - especially when he did not know if the boy was resistant to psychical attacks or not.

The writer prepares himself mentally for a confrontation. His eyes have turned completly ink-black as he stares at the stranger in his study.

₪ (trolling mun teleports male writer into the bath to Varus - stark naked. Mun flies away laughing in strange way: "Munmunmunmun~" ) The writer is slightly confused Black swirlls cloud his vision, so he doesn't notice Varus at first. Instead he feels really sleepy now... still dizzy he sinks down into the bath.
kyoki-the-writer kyoki-the-writer Said:

ask-arclight-varus:

kyoki-the-writer:

ask-arclight-varus:

kyoki-the-writer:

ask-arclight-varus:

kyoki-the-writer:

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ask-arclight-varus:

The archer blinked several times as the writer suddenly appeared in-front of him out of no-where.A poker face was stitched on his face as he felt confused and surprise.”May i ask you what are you doing in my hub?”he questioned pushing his wet hairs at the back as of once they weren’t attached. Seeing the writer sink to the bottom of it as he didn’t respond to him , Varus sighed and started shake the writer awake.

kyoki-the-writer


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No reaction was coming from the writer - someone should pull him out of the water before he drowns. Apparently the teleportation into the tub had kocked him out cold.

The archer got out of the tub took his towel which was nearby and wrapped it around his waist , quickly heading back to the writer and carrying him out of the warm water and bringing him towards the guest room.Varus laid him down and went to looked for a wet towel to place on his forehead as he seemed feverish.

Only slowly the writer recovers from the sudden dimensional transfer. First he notices that this is not his study… the bed was fluffy and did not smell like ink. Just where was he? Curiously he looks around while ink-black swirlls still cloud his eyes.

Also he does not notice the wet towel on his head.

Varus approached the other male while drying his hair.”Are you feeling better?”he questioned sitting next to the writer a soft hand went upon his forehead checking his temperature.”It doesn’t seem that you have fever,what are you doing here anyway ?”questioned the archer looking at the  ink swirlls.

The writer moves away from the touch slightly confused.

"V-Varus?!", he asks, irritated by the archer’s presence. Slowly he tries to understand what had happened. "I something causes me to teleport randomly lately… sorry if I scared you…"

He chuckled softly stretching his arms as he felt exhausted,bathing time was usual where he would just relax and sleep but it seemed that the routine will be disrupted slightly today.”Mahh don’t worry…i’m getting used to it by now.”he replied.

The writer tries to stand up, but he is a little bit too hasty, causing the world around him to go black and he drops back on the bed. For the duration of his dizzyness the black ink inside his eyes increases, but the effect starts to fade soon after.

"… owow… my head…"

The archer’s golden orbs went around the room as they became more darker until it was purged in black,Varus knew by time what the writer’s health or mood could affect the surrounding…He remembers very well the flying episode.”You shouldn’t push yourself , just rest i’ll get you something to eat and drink.”the ionian replied standing up as the effects slowly vanished.
 

When the writer looks up everything was normal again. He does barely remember his last encounter with Varus - several mechanisms inside his mind had blurred the memory into something that might be a distant dream.

He follows the archers order and waits.

₪ (trolling mun teleports male writer into the bath to Varus - stark naked. Mun flies away laughing in strange way: "Munmunmunmun~" ) The writer is slightly confused Black swirlls cloud his vision, so he doesn't notice Varus at first. Instead he feels really sleepy now... still dizzy he sinks down into the bath.
kyoki-the-writer kyoki-the-writer Said:

ask-arclight-varus:

kyoki-the-writer:

ask-arclight-varus:

kyoki-the-writer:

ask-arclight-varus:

kyoki-the-writer:

ask-arclight-varus:

The archer blinked several times as the writer suddenly appeared in-front of him out of no-where.A poker face was stitched on his face as he felt confused and surprise.”May i ask you what are you doing in my hub?”he questioned pushing his wet hairs at the back as of once they weren’t attached. Seeing the writer sink to the bottom of it as he didn’t respond to him , Varus sighed and started shake the writer awake.

kyoki-the-writer


Blobblobblobblob

No reaction was coming from the writer - someone should pull him out of the water before he drowns. Apparently the teleportation into the tub had kocked him out cold.

The archer got out of the tub took his towel which was nearby and wrapped it around his waist , quickly heading back to the writer and carrying him out of the warm water and bringing him towards the guest room.Varus laid him down and went to looked for a wet towel to place on his forehead as he seemed feverish.

Only slowly the writer recovers from the sudden dimensional transfer. First he notices that this is not his study… the bed was fluffy and did not smell like ink. Just where was he? Curiously he looks around while ink-black swirlls still cloud his eyes.

Also he does not notice the wet towel on his head.

Varus approached the other male while drying his hair.”Are you feeling better?”he questioned sitting next to the writer a soft hand went upon his forehead checking his temperature.”It doesn’t seem that you have fever,what are you doing here anyway ?”questioned the archer looking at the  ink swirlls.

The writer moves away from the touch slightly confused.

"V-Varus?!", he asks, irritated by the archer’s presence. Slowly he tries to understand what had happened. "I something causes me to teleport randomly lately… sorry if I scared you…"

He chuckled softly stretching his arms as he felt exhausted,bathing time was usual where he would just relax and sleep but it seemed that the routine will be disrupted slightly today.”Mahh don’t worry…i’m getting used to it by now.”he replied.

The writer tries to stand up, but he is a little bit too hasty, causing the world around him to go black and he drops back on the bed. For the duration of his dizzyness the black ink inside his eyes increases, but the effect starts to fade soon after.

"… owow… my head…"

₪ (trolling mun teleports male writer into the bath to Varus - stark naked. Mun flies away laughing in strange way: "Munmunmunmun~" ) The writer is slightly confused Black swirlls cloud his vision, so he doesn't notice Varus at first. Instead he feels really sleepy now... still dizzy he sinks down into the bath.
kyoki-the-writer kyoki-the-writer Said:

ask-arclight-varus:

kyoki-the-writer:

ask-arclight-varus:

kyoki-the-writer:

ask-arclight-varus:

The archer blinked several times as the writer suddenly appeared in-front of him out of no-where.A poker face was stitched on his face as he felt confused and surprise.”May i ask you what are you doing in my hub?”he questioned pushing his wet hairs at the back as of once they weren’t attached. Seeing the writer sink to the bottom of it as he didn’t respond to him , Varus sighed and started shake the writer awake.

kyoki-the-writer


Blobblobblobblob

No reaction was coming from the writer - someone should pull him out of the water before he drowns. Apparently the teleportation into the tub had kocked him out cold.

The archer got out of the tub took his towel which was nearby and wrapped it around his waist , quickly heading back to the writer and carrying him out of the warm water and bringing him towards the guest room.Varus laid him down and went to looked for a wet towel to place on his forehead as he seemed feverish.

Only slowly the writer recovers from the sudden dimensional transfer. First he notices that this is not his study… the bed was fluffy and did not smell like ink. Just where was he? Curiously he looks around while ink-black swirlls still cloud his eyes.

Also he does not notice the wet towel on his head.

Varus approached the other male while drying his hair.”Are you feeling better?”he questioned sitting next to the writer a soft hand went upon his forehead checking his temperature.”It doesn’t seem that you have fever,what are you doing here anyway ?”questioned the archer looking at the  ink swirlls.

The writer moves away from the touch slightly confused.

"V-Varus?!", he asks, irritated by the archer’s presence. Slowly he tries to understand what had happened. "I something causes me to teleport randomly lately… sorry if I scared you…"

Asker Anonymous Asks:
*hands the writer an ornate fountain pen, the kind which can be filled from a bottle* Hey, look what I found. Must have been made and delivered for some greyface shenanigans, then forgotten and abandoned once it was no longer needed. Still works well, though. I thought maybe my favorite writer might be interested in it. I'm not saying replace the feather, I know that one's especially important to you, but I'd suggest you try this as well.
kyoki-the-writer kyoki-the-writer Said:

The writer is totally fascinated by this gift. So this was used for… writing… but how? Hmmm he would have to practice how to write with this…

"May I ask for your name, dear greyface?"

lamppostninja:

hearthehowling:

progenitorviktor:

ask-shen-eye-of-twilight:

progenitorviktor:

ask-shen-eye-of-twilight:

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ooc;; The only thing anyone wants from Shen is the R, especially when we are dying.

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"They only want me for my booty ultimate…”

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"You called?"

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₪ (trolling mun teleports male writer into the bath to Varus - stark naked. Mun flies away laughing in strange way: "Munmunmunmun~" ) The writer is slightly confused Black swirlls cloud his vision, so he doesn't notice Varus at first. Instead he feels really sleepy now... still dizzy he sinks down into the bath.
kyoki-the-writer kyoki-the-writer Said:

ask-arclight-varus:

kyoki-the-writer:

ask-arclight-varus:

The archer blinked several times as the writer suddenly appeared in-front of him out of no-where.A poker face was stitched on his face as he felt confused and surprise.”May i ask you what are you doing in my hub?”he questioned pushing his wet hairs at the back as of once they weren’t attached. Seeing the writer sink to the bottom of it as he didn’t respond to him , Varus sighed and started shake the writer awake.

kyoki-the-writer


Blobblobblobblob

No reaction was coming from the writer - someone should pull him out of the water before he drowns. Apparently the teleportation into the tub had kocked him out cold.

The archer got out of the tub took his towel which was nearby and wrapped it around his waist , quickly heading back to the writer and carrying him out of the warm water and bringing him towards the guest room.Varus laid him down and went to looked for a wet towel to place on his forehead as he seemed feverish.

Only slowly the writer recovers from the sudden dimensional transfer. First he notices that this is not his study… the bed was fluffy and did not smell like ink. Just where was he? Curiously he looks around while ink-black swirlls still cloud his eyes.

Also he does not notice the wet towel on his head.

Asker echoalien Asks:
*Echo pushes the door of the writers study open, purring quietly as she walks in, her tail flicking about gently* Hi~ ...
kyoki-the-writer kyoki-the-writer Said:

echoalien:

kyoki-the-writer:

echoalien:

kyoki-the-writer:

echoalien:

kyoki-the-writer:

kyoki-the-writer:

The study looks as messy as always - maybe even a bit messier. For once the writer was not reading. He was lying on his desk, snoring innocently. Apparently he had fallen asleep while working.

Every now and then an tiny orb of ink rises from his head and pops like a soap bubble. They are tiny windows into the realm of his dreams, but apparently the writer does not notice his magic working. He mumbles something while he moves his head.

Now Echo could see that he had fallen sleep right on the fresh ink of the pages he had written: his entire face was marked with the black liquid now.

(…)

"I could still use that tickle spell again…", he mumbles, but one could tell that he was not serious about it. If he had truly wanted it he could have kicked out Echo from his study long ago.

Meanwhile he still tries to keep his buttocks safe from this lewd tail - something that was almost impossible now.

*Echo growls playfully at the Writer, and relaxes, her tail sliding back out of his robe*

I may try to mess with you later~ … I’ll give you a break from making cute noises~ … cute noises like what I know the nightmare did for the jester~ … those two~ … See, thats right, even Nocturne and Shaco do it, and you know they aren’t all about feeling pain themselves, although I know that Nocky seems to take both …

"I’m not making any…!"

Suddenly he falls silents. In his mind he could see Shaco and Nocturne doing certain things. Violently the writer shakes his head as if to get rid of the images. Slightly blushing he continues to brush Echo’s hair while staring at the ceiling.

*Echo nuzzles into the writers chest, her tail flicking gently around, and then she  suddenly paws at the writers hand, sitting up*

ugh … stop petting me~ … I can’t think when you do that, it makes me want to fall asleep, it feels too good~ …

The writer does not even notice it since he is still lost in though. He continues moving his fingers through her hair - meanwhile a rather dreamy look has appeared in his eyes, as if he was staring at something outside this world. Ink-black swirrls move through his eyes, but he does not seem to care or to notice.

*Echo purrs, and nuzzles back down on his chest, and only moments afterward, falls asleep. Her tail pushes underneath the writer, and lifts them both up as it swells and turns pillow like, keeping the two off the floor*

mmm~ …

Surrounded by Echo and the fluffy pillow the writer dreams away. He was not quite asleep but not really awake either, so his mind drifts away. Instinctively he hugs Echo while curling together slightly. His hands are still moving through her hair, while he mumbles something one could not understand.

Asker echoalien Asks:
*Echo pushes the door of the writers study open, purring quietly as she walks in, her tail flicking about gently* Hi~ ...
kyoki-the-writer kyoki-the-writer Said:

echoalien:

kyoki-the-writer:

echoalien:

kyoki-the-writer:

kyoki-the-writer:

The study looks as messy as always - maybe even a bit messier. For once the writer was not reading. He was lying on his desk, snoring innocently. Apparently he had fallen asleep while working.

Every now and then an tiny orb of ink rises from his head and pops like a soap bubble. They are tiny windows into the realm of his dreams, but apparently the writer does not notice his magic working. He mumbles something while he moves his head.

Now Echo could see that he had fallen sleep right on the fresh ink of the pages he had written: his entire face was marked with the black liquid now.

(…)

"I could still use that tickle spell again…", he mumbles, but one could tell that he was not serious about it. If he had truly wanted it he could have kicked out Echo from his study long ago.

Meanwhile he still tries to keep his buttocks safe from this lewd tail - something that was almost impossible now.

*Echo growls playfully at the Writer, and relaxes, her tail sliding back out of his robe*

I may try to mess with you later~ … I’ll give you a break from making cute noises~ … cute noises like what I know the nightmare did for the jester~ … those two~ … See, thats right, even Nocturne and Shaco do it, and you know they aren’t all about feeling pain themselves, although I know that Nocky seems to take both …

"I’m not making any…!"

Suddenly he falls silents. In his mind he could see Shaco and Nocturne doing certain things. Violently the writer shakes his head as if to get rid of the images. Slightly blushing he continues to brush Echo’s hair while staring at the ceiling.

*Echo nuzzles into the writers chest, her tail flicking gently around, and then she  suddenly paws at the writers hand, sitting up*

ugh … stop petting me~ … I can’t think when you do that, it makes me want to fall asleep, it feels too good~ …

The writer does not even notice it since he is still lost in though. He continues moving his fingers through her hair - meanwhile a rather dreamy look has appeared in his eyes, as if he was staring at something outside this world. Ink-black swirrls move through his eyes, but he does not seem to care or to notice.

₪ (trolling mun teleports male writer into the bath to Varus - stark naked. Mun flies away laughing in strange way: "Munmunmunmun~" ) The writer is slightly confused Black swirlls cloud his vision, so he doesn't notice Varus at first. Instead he feels really sleepy now... still dizzy he sinks down into the bath.
kyoki-the-writer kyoki-the-writer Said:

ask-arclight-varus:

The archer blinked several times as the writer suddenly appeared in-front of him out of no-where.A poker face was stitched on his face as he felt confused and surprise.”May i ask you what are you doing in my hub?”he questioned pushing his wet hairs at the back as of once they weren’t attached. Seeing the writer sink to the bottom of it as he didn’t respond to him , Varus sighed and started shake the writer awake.

kyoki-the-writer


Blobblobblobblob

No reaction was coming from the writer - someone should pull him out of the water before he drowns. Apparently the teleportation into the tub had kocked him out cold.

Asker echoalien Asks:
*Echo pushes the door of the writers study open, purring quietly as she walks in, her tail flicking about gently* Hi~ ...
kyoki-the-writer kyoki-the-writer Said:

echoalien:

kyoki-the-writer:

kyoki-the-writer:

The study looks as messy as always - maybe even a bit messier. For once the writer was not reading. He was lying on his desk, snoring innocently. Apparently he had fallen asleep while working.

Every now and then an tiny orb of ink rises from his head and pops like a soap bubble. They are tiny windows into the realm of his dreams, but apparently the writer does not notice his magic working. He mumbles something while he moves his head.

Now Echo could see that he had fallen sleep right on the fresh ink of the pages he had written: his entire face was marked with the black liquid now.

(…)

"I could still use that tickle spell again…", he mumbles, but one could tell that he was not serious about it. If he had truly wanted it he could have kicked out Echo from his study long ago.

Meanwhile he still tries to keep his buttocks safe from this lewd tail - something that was almost impossible now.

*Echo growls playfully at the Writer, and relaxes, her tail sliding back out of his robe*

I may try to mess with you later~ … I’ll give you a break from making cute noises~ … cute noises like what I know the nightmare did for the jester~ … those two~ … See, thats right, even Nocturne and Shaco do it, and you know they aren’t all about feeling pain themselves, although I know that Nocky seems to take both …

"I’m not making any…!"

Suddenly he falls silents. In his mind he could see Shaco and Nocturne doing certain things. Violently the writer shakes his head as if to get rid of the images. Slightly blushing he continues to brush Echo’s hair while staring at the ceiling.

Asker echoalien Asks:
*Echo pushes the door of the writers study open, purring quietly as she walks in, her tail flicking about gently* Hi~ ...
kyoki-the-writer kyoki-the-writer Said:

echoalien:

kyoki-the-writer:

echoalien:

kyoki-the-writer:

echoalien:

kyoki-the-writer:

The study looks as messy as always - maybe even a bit messier. For once the writer was not reading. He was lying on his desk, snoring innocently. Apparently he had fallen asleep while working.

Every now and then an tiny orb of ink rises from his head and pops like a soap bubble. They are tiny windows into the realm of his dreams, but apparently the writer does not notice his magic working. He mumbles something while he moves his head.

Now Echo could see that he had fallen sleep right on the fresh ink of the pages he had written: his entire face was marked with the black liquid now.

-

Its just logic~ … if it was only pain, far fewer people would do it. FAR fewer …

*Echo’s tail curves up and sneaks its way into the side of the writers robe*

"Hmmmm…."

The writer is still brushing her hair when he notices something strange moving inside his robe. He tries to move but that is not easy with Echo resting on him.

"What… are you…?"

*Echo purrs, seeming to ignore the writers questioning, her tail pushing around and then poking at his butt like before, and she grins at him*

… acts like those also tend to get a bit … messy~ …

The writer was about to panic again but this times he keeps these impulses under control. Slightly nervous he tries to move his behind away from her tail, but his movement is limited.

"Why is your tail…? EEP?! Stop that…”

Why should I stop? you make cute noises when I do it~

*She smirks at the writer, and then laughs, nuzzling into his chest*

You have yet to try to actually MAKE me stop~ …

"I could still use that tickle spell again…", he mumbles, but one could tell that he was not serious about it. If he had truly wanted it he could have kicked out Echo from his study long ago.

Meanwhile he still tries to keep his buttocks safe from this lewd tail - something that was almost impossible now.

Asker echoalien Asks:
*Echo pushes the door of the writers study open, purring quietly as she walks in, her tail flicking about gently* Hi~ ...
kyoki-the-writer kyoki-the-writer Said:

echoalien:

kyoki-the-writer:

echoalien:

kyoki-the-writer:

The study looks as messy as always - maybe even a bit messier. For once the writer was not reading. He was lying on his desk, snoring innocently. Apparently he had fallen asleep while working.

Every now and then an tiny orb of ink rises from his head and pops like a soap bubble. They are tiny windows into the realm of his dreams, but apparently the writer does not notice his magic working. He mumbles something while he moves his head.

Now Echo could see that he had fallen sleep right on the fresh ink of the pages he had written: his entire face was marked with the black liquid now.

-

Its just logic~ … if it was only pain, far fewer people would do it. FAR fewer …

*Echo’s tail curves up and sneaks its way into the side of the writers robe*

"Hmmmm…."

The writer is still brushing her hair when he notices something strange moving inside his robe. He tries to move but that is not easy with Echo resting on him.

"What… are you…?"

*Echo purrs, seeming to ignore the writers questioning, her tail pushing around and then poking at his butt like before, and she grins at him*

… acts like those also tend to get a bit … messy~ …

The writer was about to panic again but this times he keeps these impulses under control. Slightly nervous he tries to move his behind away from her tail, but his movement is limited.

"Why is your tail…? EEP?! Stop that…”