Thinking abt modern au karaoke again. Yasuo, drunk, in his feels, singing mitski.

Yasuo slumps in the chair he’s become so intimately familiar with, the softbox lights beginning to annoy him. For once he doesn’t have his hair done up, instead he twists a few of the loose, light strands around a finger idly as the crew fusses behind the scenes. Truly it was a surprise he managed to weasel his way into the next round, his lips curling into an amused little grin. 

Though the question makes it falter. Right, this is Kayn. Yasuo continues to twist his hair briefly before letting the strands unfurl once more. He thinks about what he would really do, not that he’s put much thought into something like that-- too focused on more important things, usually. Like his novels… his novels. He was sure the Emperor wouldn’t suspect Yasuo of taking some inspiration from one of his book’s plots as an answer. Confident with the answer he manages to pluck from his reading log, he claps his hands together. “First of all, you start a fire fight with a force that is only somewhat stronger than you in terms of power. Barely make the cut from the battle, rescue the folks they had under their thumb.” He’s motioning with his hands as he describes the whole thing. “Are you following? You come off as a savior to those who’d been helpless before so they rally behind you! They’re your ride or dies. You keep repeating the process and make yourself look like this underdog every time but little do they know you’re high-jacking all the firepower from these broken dictatorships you usurp and padding yourself up to be quite the warmonger.” Yasuo shrugs then, gestures with a hand half heartedly. “The folks you save idolize you if they’re stupid enough to not realize what you’re doing, those who figure you out wouldn’t dare to rebel because you’re at the strongest you’ve ever been. You get firepower, idolization, AND a fearful populace if they figure it all out because they’re outnumbered by your most loyal.”

He conveniently leaves out the parts of the plot with all the raunchy details, but no one else needs to know that.

Nailed it.

What a heartwarming round! So much love for our glorious emperor! I just love it when people share their hopes and dreams, don't you? And we have dreams galore here on episode three of 𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐑 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐑! We're still getting to know each other on the ship, but I think it's safe to say that we're turning up the heat with the next question. Think of it like an icebreaker, yeah?

First of all, let's say good morning to our remaining contestants!

@heartate @spellforce @desiren @aphellos @danceblades @deathsmark @kalinai @fcrgiven @bikmui @hemomania @hw3i @dolls-runeterran-dollhouse @ionianwanderer

Emperor Kayn's third question for the competition is as follows:

❝ What's your go-to plan for interplanetary domination?❞

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hi alfio I love you take this

holy shit,,, a baby,,,, thank u mars

To think he really made it past the first round… Yasuo couldn’t really pinpoint the emotion welling up within him. On the one hand it was actually quite amusing to him but at the same time-- the two had their history. If you could even call it that. But he’s gotta hand it to the Emperor, there was something about being relentlessly chased throughout the cosmos; it could really get a man going. His brow furrows, dwelling a little too long on the thought before forcing it to the back of his mind. But-- no, no. He’s not going to think about that. Or well-- …maybe.

Yasuo is shocked out of the silent argument he was having with himself by a crew member snapping their fingers, thankfully diverting his attention. He adopts a more focused look as he weighs his options with the question presented, a lingering nagging in the back of his mind he might even indulge in with an answer.

“I mean at the end of the day the power would be nice, wouldn’t it?” He hums, allowing a silence to fall on the set as he tries to choose his next words carefully. “Well, I wouldn’t want to encroach on the Emperor’s-- but I do think we both have assets that can benefit each other.” Yasuo clicks his tongue, “I guess if something else blooms from that maybe we can throw it in my answer as well. Love is too strong of a word for what it would be, but it’d sure be something.”

And with that he gets up from the chair, showing himself out.

Well, that was an, erm, explosive first round, now wasn't it? What incredible displays of devotion! What passionate fits of rage! MY face is still sore — what about yours? We can only hope that one of our contestants will be able to see their dreams come to life, am I right? How exciting!

Let's greet our remaining contestants, shall we?

@heartate @spellforce @desiren @aphellos @danceblades @deathsmark @kalinai @fcrgiven @bikmui @hemomania @hw3i @artisankiller @dolls-runeterran-dollhouse @ionianwanderer

Emperor Kayn's second question for the competition is as follows:

❝ Let's get to know our contestants. Why are you participating in Evil Emperor Bachelor? Is it for money? Power? Love? Be honest! The emperor hates being lied to! ❞

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This wasn’t the first time aboard Kayn’s grand enterprise, though-- it's beginning to seem like the most enjoyable one yet. He’s tolerating it, really, despite being welcomed onto the ship and treated quite differently, even offered food and more. He declines at first, but eventually indulges in fruit he hasn’t seen for months. Sneaking piece by piece to himself until a hand settles onto his shoulder-- In no time Yasuo is ushered into a room by an executive, mouth still full and confusion settling over him the second they seat him down in front of a camera and fussed over by the film crew.

….It isn’t really Kayn without the theatrics, isn’t it? 

Swallowing what he had left of his snack-- he clears his throat, fixes a few stray hairs, and lounges in his seat. This really was something-- a bachelor show? Yasuo presses his lips into a thin line as he tries to hide his grin. And to think he’s been dragged into this with all the incidents between his crew and the Emperor, Jinx is going to be soooo mad. Crossing one leg over the other, Yasuo leans forward a bit as one of the crew member’s rattles off the question-- taking a moment to really think on the answer. This one’s got a bit of an ego on him, the captain is quite aware of that…

“Right, yeah,” he begins, returning to lounging in his seat. “I mean, what more could he want-- I suppose if it were up to me…” Yasuo leans his chin against his fist, pondering. “We could visit one of the outer planets and make a day of exercising his rule. A little pillaging, a little resource siphoning, and indulging in an artist to encapsulate the whole ordeal to commemorate the occasion too. Like a keepsake just for the Emperor to keep in his quarters-- a reminder of his rule stretches to even the furthest parts of the galaxy.” He pauses, god he was really hamming it up. Yasuo clears his throat once more. “...Then afterwards we could always indulge in a nice dinner, the cuisine from the very same planet we’ve just drained dry. That is, if it was worth it-- after all only the best for our Emperor.”

A smug grin settles on his features before ending his answer with a little wink.

Welcome, one and all, to the first round of your new favourite series, 𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐑 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐑 ! First of all, we'd like to say a warm welcome to all of our lovely contestants, gathered for your viewing pleasure from all corners of Kayn's glorious empire!

@heartate @spellforce @desiren @diveyne @aphellos @danceblades @deathsmark @kalinai @fcrgiven @bikmui @hemomania @hw3i @artisankiller @dolls-runeterran-dollhouse @ionianwanderer

What a charming group of sacrifi— er... contestants! During your stay, please feel free to wander, dine, spectate at Kayn's glorious execution pits, and otherwise make yourself at home! Just remember, under no circumstances should you permit yourself to the emperor's private chambers! The consequences are not worth it, I assure you!

... Anyways! Without further ado, Emperor Kayn's first question for the competition is as follows:

❝ Say you were given access to the infinite funds and resources of the Emperor's treasury for the purpose of pleasing him. Where would you take him and what would you do?❞

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" seriously, no one bothered to tell me this place would be freezing!? " [TDMG]

Yasuo leans further into his chair, balancing himself on it as he watches the crowd ebb and flow like waves in conjunction with the melody playing heavy through the air. It was a more intimate event with a lot of industry people (ones he didn't really care for), so a rooftop seemed like the perfect fit for the event. Unfortunately for his band mate, she really had to look her best-- something he never complained about-- but, tonight at least, layers seemed like the obvious answer. He gnaws at the side of his cheek. Qiyana hadn't really expressed the frustration she was holding onto until now. Her bare shoulders held tight as she tried to keep herself warm. It was quite the sight. Yasuo sits on the thought for a while, handing over his coat that is. Eventually steadies the chair back on all four legs before slipping the long garment off easily. He doesn't stand though, instead simply holds the thing out to her without fully turning his head. Catches a glimpse from the side as he offers a raised brow. "Keep it for the rest of the night," he states it plainly, because after all its no big deal, he rather enjoyed the feeling of the wind stinging his arms already. "You look like you need it more than I do anyways."

hwei..... hes so. pretty

Looks like PERFECTION wants your ATTENTION, so I say HEY It's nice to meet ya, what a pretty little creature, tell me your NAME--

Inde. Sett the Boss from League of Legends & Riot Games.

Selective | AU/Crossover friendly | 21+ | Loved by Alfio

Birthday gift for @essence-flux-primed <3

On my bullshit again: Trying to break down Yasuo as a hockey player right: he's left wing for his team also falls into the trap of being an enforcer because no one gets to fuck with his team except him. Plus he gets bored and if you goad him enough he's gonna drop his gloves.

He'll have similar outbursts to the Seattle Kraken's Vince Dunn, for example this.

Hip checks people like a motherfucker, similar to how Radko Gudas does.

the first thing ive sat down to draw in like weeks and its hockey yasuo babeeeyyyyy

Fuck. Fuck. Yasuo really can’t help the way he moans as he’s tugged around by his hair. It manages to still any rhythm he had in him, biting down hard on his lip as he’s staring into those bright blue eyes that always managed to ruin him. As if that would reel back in any control he had right now-- rich really. It’s always a push and pull with the two of them, riding a tide that they orchestrated so well in a way that always managed to drive the two of them absolutely insane. Yasuo loved it really, seeing how far Ezreal would pull him before he reared back. Always knowing what to say to him. And Yasuo bites every time.

He manages to regain a semblance of composure, pulling out before slotting the two together harshly once more with a grunt. His hold on his boyfriend tightens threateningly-- not towards Ezreal, oh no, far from it. Instead it's from recalling how just moments earlier some of the patrons had gotten a little too handsy with him for his liking. It was no secret that Yasuo wasn’t fond of sharing and that tended to manifest in a very specific way. He buries himself as far as he can into Ezreal after pulling out again, a possessiveness permeating his gaze.

“By the time I’m done with you--” Yasuo shifts, adjusting his hold on his boyfriend to hoist him up and against the stall wall roughly. He couldn’t care less about being heard now, not when Ezreal pulls that on him. His hands find their spot underneath the crook of his lover’s knees, pushing them up to allow him to absolutely ravish the fuck out of him. Yasuo presses one last chaste kiss to the side of Ezreal’s head, effectively sealing his fate really, before easing him into a much quicker pace. “--They’re all gonna know you’re mine.”

Yasuo really wastes no time, he’s relentless with the combination of his pacing, trying his hardest to hit Ezreal just right, and sinking his teeth into whatever exposed skin he could find. When his mouth wasn’t busy coaxing new bruises, a choir of curses and grunts and praise were all chanted right into Ezreal’s ear. How sexy-- Look at you. All mine. Like a mantra for the two of them, one that surely at this point they were sharing with those just a few feet away. His grip on his boyfriend’s legs tightened as Yasuo practically folded him in half against the stall. “Say you’re mine, baby.” It’s whispered so sweetly into Ezreal’s ear, tauntingly so as Yasuo punctuates his words with another rough thrust before keeping his unrelenting pace.

⋆ — "Ah!" He can't help it. One moment Ezreal's being bratty, absolutely simpering for a bit of punishment, and the next his boyfriend is filling him so completely that it takes Ezreal's mind a moment to catch up. His mouth his open, his eyes tipped back with pleasure, and his thumbs press hard into Yasuo's skin as sparks of pleasure shoot up his spine. Ezreal inhales through his nose as Yasuo pulls out, biting down on his own lip like he's trying to be quiet (like either of them care if someone figures out what they're doing).

As Yasuo pulls out, Ezreal's eyes roll down, still biting down on his grin as he takes in the sight of his lover's strap. If he'd been told when he first met Yasuo that they'd end up like this, he'd be ... well, perhaps not surprised, but definitely excited. Ezreal normally loves taking the lead, being the one to control the pace, but when he finds someone he really trusts, someone who won't treat him differently when they've seen him really squirm, Ezreal likes letting go from time to time. And when Yasuo jerks in again, making Ezreal's spine straighten and his carefully sealed lips drop open in an "Ohhh," Ezreal knows he's made the right decision.

"Fuuuck," he groans, slow as Yasuo's pace. He knows they'll speed up before they're done, but right now this is more than enough to get his chest heaving and his fingers twisting in Yasuo's hair. When his lover leans in, Ezreal tips his head to the side to allow more room for Yasuo's delicate kisses. He wants Yasuo's mouth, his tongue and teeth, but the butterfly kisses make him shiver all the way down to where they're joined.

And then Yasuo leans in and whispers right in his ear and Ezreal gives a little tug of his hair, as if to remind him who's got the leash, even when it doesn't look like it. Yasuo is treading dangerously close to good boy territory, which they both know will only make Ezreal act up more. His mouth is open, tongue behind his smiling teeth, and he lifts his chin when he tugs Yasuo's head back to look down his nose at his lover. The look on Ezreal's face is utterly lewd, laced with suggestion, even when he rolls his hips to take Yasuo in deeper of his own accord.

For a second, it looks like Ezreal's going to issue a warning, but instead he sinks his fingers into Yasuo's hair and releases the pressure on him. "Keep talking," he says instead, tipping his head to offer the other ear. "Did I make you jealous, big guy? You want everyone to know I'm yours?" Yasuo thrusts in again, and Ezreal's lashes flutter, but he keeps his composure. "C'mon, you can give me more."

origin of the scar on yasuo's nose in restaurant au though ... cooking accident or smth else ?

God I think it would be funny as shit actually if it was a cooking accident where he was trying to be a show off with his knife skills and 100% cut himself in the stupidest way because he got distracted.

So here we go right:

This is a day where they're busy as hell, some sort of lunch rush maybe? Of course, Yasuo is being a bit of a show off (especially since this is him as a younger adult) with his filleting skills and makes a show of it in the front of house with the customers. Tries to juggle the knife in some stupid feat of skill, ends up cutting his nose pretty badly. Boom, scar.

Bonus if he never hears the end of it especially in a "Hey remember when your dumbass cut your NOSE juggling a knife???". I also like to think Yone eventually brings this up to Yasuo's little stray he feeds when he's not around because he asks Yone about it LMAO

❝  i see every mark as something to be proud of,  proof of all i survived.  ❞

EXTENSIVE SCAR RELATED PROMPTS 

Idly he swirls his cup, humming in acknowledgement as the corners of his lips twitch upward. That was certainly something he could attest to himself. Outliving those who dared to tear through you-- that was certainly something Yasuo was far too familiar with. As he sets down the glass in hand he flashes a polite smile towards her.

“Couldn’t have said it better myself. Coming out the other side bearing the marks of the struggle always felt-- empowering in a way.” There’s a falter in his expression, a crack of something deeper within him gnawing at the inside of his soul. Despite it he pries his gaze elsewhere, tonguing his cheek before continuing. “Though every coin has two sides, and some scars hurt more than others-- makes the celebration of survival somewhat… short lived, don't you think?”

[ BATHED ]  our muses take a shower together and receiver looks over sender’s scars. 

EXTENSIVE SCAR RELATED PROMPTS 

The two had been traveling for quite a while, it would only have been a matter of time before they would grow comfortable with each other’s presence. Yasuo, one to respect her space and comfort, would usually let the empress bathe first while he kept watch to ensure her safety. But today wouldn’t be their usual. At least not for the ronin. Unlike Yasuo, Qiyana never batted an eye at nudity-- so when she questioned him as to how he wasn’t comfortable bathing at the same time as her, condescending glint in her gaze, Yasuo bent ever so slightly. 

This is where they found themselves today: bathing lakeside after they had set up their campground for the night. The one thing Yasuo had insisted was getting into the water before her, to which she obliged-- mostly. Settling within the lukewarm embrace of the current, the ronin tried his best to relax away from where Qiyana had begun to wade into the water. Despite that, he can’t help but catch the glimpse of the large scar across her abdomen, making him lurch forward and disturb the stilled water around him. At first he holds the tension, shoulders drawing together as he tilts his head-- for the many gnarled scars he’d gained through his time wandering Runeterra there was one that bore a striking resemblance to the empress’.

Really, he looks a little dumbfounded with his lips parted as if to ask ‘How did you get wounded in such a way?’ but he knew better than to ask Qiyana directly. Or at least, to allow her to relax and tend to herself first. Eventually, he’d turn his attention back to himself and begin to comb out his hair. Though his eyes wandered, as they would, back to her form as his own fingers would linger against his own scars.

“...You know they say every scar has a story,” his voice low and gentle, as if he was trying to not scare her away from the prospect. “Perhaps I could share stories of mine, and in return, you share yours?”

[ BATHED ] - Nightbringer Verse

EXTENSIVE SCAR RELATED PROMPTS 

Celestial beings, demons of old, the presences that always seemed to persist through time and space were never ones to take the time to indulge in mortal pleasures usually. Usually. The simple act of bathing together is seen, to many, as a gesture of care. But for something such as he, as them… Perhaps the intricate rituals mortals perform can extend beyond their humanity and leave their mark on the primordial.

The water’s caress is both comforting and something more. A lull formed for the two beings that seemed to always find its way with them, a calm Nightbringer was not used to. Or perhaps had grown to enjoy it? It was quite obvious he’d grown rather fond of this angel’s presence and to indulge in a mortal bath together-- there was something there, unsaid but still deafening.

His gaze traces along Robin’s form, curiously, wandering along the feathers and gnarled skin beneath them. Presence so overwhelming when the demon presses himself flush against Robin’s back, skin pleasantly warm for the other being. Clawed fingers trace ever so gently along the angel’s arms before joining their hands together. And for once Nightbringer stills-- no hellish heat, no cutting words, no intention other than to observe silently. Allowing for both of them to just be for a moment, when they were not at each other's throats-- to know what and why and who--

The demon presses his cheek against the angel’s before a low rumble sounds in his chest. “A being as ethereal, as divine as thee-- To bear the scars of martyrdom…” Nightbringer’s words trail off into another low purr. “One of the many nights we lay together, do tell me about them.”

Prods his tricep. "By all rights, the amount you drink should ruin your ability to retain muscle. And yet, here you are." Arms crossed, eyes suspicious on Yasuo. "What's your technique?"

A low, annoyed little grunt escapes him before turning his attention towards the shadow assassin. Briefly, Yasuo considers how to answer the question, gaze turning upward as if he'd find the right way to word it above his head. But once satisfied with the string of thoughts he'd managed to join together his attention is back on Kayn.

"Besides being a migrant?" It's tongue-in-cheek, really, the way he speaks the words while raising a brow. "Can't say I've quite figured it out, but it has been working out for these past few years. Maybe diet is the key-- who knows really?" Punctuates the end of his knowledge with a half-hearted shrug.