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[askchogath]

YOU CANNOT FATHOM HOW OBNOXIOUSLY DIFFICULT IT WAS TO SLOWLY SPAWN IN MORE AND MORE VOID MATTER TO CONSTRUCT THIS BODY WHILE WITHIN MY PRISON.

BUT ALL IN ALL, JOB WELL DONE IF I DO SAY SO.

By the way.  

I’m back.

#AND I DO

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THINGS ARE GOING WELL THANK YOU FOR ASKING.

#UNGRATEFUL FOLLOWERS #I DO SO MUCH FOR YOU #AND NOT EVEN A SINGLE QUESTION

[askchogath]

Why does Nocturne think you're so cute you're a giant bug?

IT IS BECAUSE OF MY BIG BEAUTIFUL GREEN EYES.

AND MY LOVELY CHITIN COLOR.

AND MY SHARP POINTY BITS.

AND MY STRONG, INTIMIDATING PREDATORY FORELIMBS.

AND MY MACE-LIKE TAIL.

AND MY BRIGHT, SHINY TEETH.

THE BETTER QUESTION, MY DEAR ANONYMOUS QUESTIONER, IS WHY DOES EVERYONE THINK YOU ARE SO UGLY?

#I HAVE TO AGREE WITH THEM YOU KNOW #Anonymous

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How do you type with those claws? Can you change your hands into things that won't cleave your keyboard in half?

I UTILIZE A VERY LARGE KEYBOARD AND DELICATE MANEUVERING OF MY PREDATORY FORELIMBS.

#heroofmythra

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Can I have your autograph?

OF COURSE, I WILL DO ANYTHING FOR MY ADORING FANS AS LONG AS IT DOES NOT REQUIRE EFFORT.

#Anonymous

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Do you have a good singing voice?

ALWAYS.

#Anonymous

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how do you keep your pointy bits sharp? (and no im not talking about "The Spike")

IF ANY PART OF ME IS DAMAGED IN FIGHTING OR OTHER MISHAPS (VERY RARE) I CONVERT SOME OF THE MATTER I HAVE EATEN INTO THE NECESSARY CHITINOUSY BITS.

#Anonymous

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"He's just messing with you, I figure. He kissed me on the lips once before. I don't think he'll ever do it again though."

IT IS NOT MY FAULT THAT I AM DEVILISHLY HANDSOME AND FULL OF INCREDIBLE CHARISMA IN ALL FORMS.

WELL, I SUPPOSE IT IS BUT WHAT CAN YOU EXPECT FROM ONE AS MAGNIFICENT AS ME?

#EVEN THIS VOIDBORN BODY IS A CREATION OF MY OWN WILL #echoalien

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AND THAT IS THE STORY OF HOW I LOST ALL RESPECT FOR NOCTURNE.

#HE ACTUALLY HUGGED ME AND KISSED MY CHEEK

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tantibus-aeternam:

The apparent embodiment of Nightmares floundered just a little when everything around them changed to a stark, empty white.  This was not something entirely abnormal to him – there were handfuls of mortals who had taught themselves a degree of lucidity in there dreams. But almost always, his own will would bypass it, except in the strongest of cases.  Nothing really came as too much of a surprise in this dream, though, it was Cho’gath, after all.  

“Take your time.  I haven’t killed anyone yet, they have no idea where I am.” the specter expressed, still standing there in a pensive silence as his gaze shot between the smile on the Terror’s face and the hand cordially extended to him. Rather than shake it like a gentleman, Nocturne took this opportunity to instead grab hold of the Voidborn and pull him into an awkward and affectionate hug.  To make matters worse, he even leaned up a bit just to give him a hasty peck to the cheek, which was probably hard to do with the shit eating grin on his face.  Cho’gath could probably thank the Nightmare’s interactions with Twisted Fate and other carbon-based lifeforms for such a procedure.  Nocturne’s form began to dissolve almost as rapidly as this had happened – probably to avoid whatever horrible reaction was expected to follow.

“I’ll see you soon, Cho’Gath~” He actually sounded proud of his boorishness as any trace of a body dissipated into the hollowness around them.  Well, he WAS a nightmare.  

A Dream

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tantibus-aeternam:

Nocturne stubbornly remained in place even as the taller one leaned toward him, upholding a reasonably detached expression despite any discomfort to the breech in proximity. Apparently, it was perfectly acceptable for Nocturne to violate someones personal bubble, but not the other way around.  Either way, at this point he was more interested in absorbing whatever knowledge Cho’gath chose to disclose to him, a slow exhale when the Voidborn pulled back again.  

“As long as it is you, when all is said and done.  I trust you would not allow me to meet an anticlimactic end.” None of this information seemed to rattle the Nightmare – if anything, it pacified him, at least in comparison to the pang of nervousness that he had shown earlier.  With some effort, he finally managed to drag his eyes away from the one before him, instead looking to the endless and awe-inspiring stretch of cosmic debris that had replaced the planet they had been on not a few minutes prior.

Arms folding, the pale skinned human idly hooked his boot into a floating rock fragment, using it to kick himself up and away from the other man.  Back turning towards him, it seemed Nocturne had decided it was his turn to share(or be a show off), as something foreign to Cho’gath’s own interpretation had appeared from nothingness.  

It was a gigantic structure – a floating palace, in fact, although it did not look like it was made for human aristocracy; but rather, something that had clawed its way up from the deepest layers of hell. The majority of this construction was enveloped in a thick, gaseous black cloud that sparked with arcane energy, not indifferent to the Nightmare’s lower half in his less flesh-based form.  What could be witnessed outside of the clouds was nothing but terrifying, organic structures the color of tar that were twisted and pulled into tall towers and winding archways, many of which seemed to lead to dead ends. What was most peculiar, however, was the enormous, almost reptilian eye that formed and deconstructed repeatedly, shifting and crawling below the walls like a parasite beneath skin.  Upon closer examination, one would see that it was not one singular eye, but many, many smaller ones – thousands in fact, all capable of separate motion.  There was a constant wordless murmuring that seemed to come from it; a crowd of faceless creatures that could only express what would be easily deciphered by the other entity as eternal torture.  Suffering.  Whatever this was, it was probably assembled on the blood of hundreds, if not thousands of people.

“I created this.  The last time I was capable of roaming free. I’m not entirely certain how, but I did.  It has been drifting about Runeterra for a few months, now; hidden to the eyes of most.  The interior opens into a highly malleable pocket dimension.  Everything inside of it is holographic; a simulation to which I am the master control.  I live from it.”  Did he really have to go into any further detail?  Cho’gath was no peon.  This thing was clearly used as some kind of fear trap – a waking nightmare.  And probably numerous other entertaining things.  

“I suppose…what I am trying to tell you is that I’ve barley begun to grasp the extent of my strength.   And perhaps…you are correct in telling me to return.  There is much I have left to explore I would otherwise be incapable of.  I will…accept your offer of *REDACTED*.”  He hoped he would not come to regret this decision.

I adjusted my monocle as I watched the Nightmare’s creation, a bit rude doing so without permission but I suppose actions speak louder than words. Regardless it was quite the craft, and precisely why I needed the Nightmare in the physical world when he could be.

“Good, it will be ready in *REDACTED*, but I have already begun working on it so it may be quicker depending on my ability to *REDACTED* without making the summoners aware. I trusted you not to make a foolish mistake and you did not, this is why I need you in the material plane. Not working for me, but for yourself.”

I had no further use for the subconscious space, and so I removed it. Now there was nothing but myself and Nocturne standing before each other on a field of endless white. I stuck out my hand to shake, smiling at the Nightmare as the deal was finalized.

A Dream

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noxian-white-havoc replied to your post:if yer dick is a spike, are your vorpal spikes...

“I thought Void beasts did not have genitals. I am going to throw up.”

DID YOU THINK WE CRAWLED, FULLY FORMED, FROM THE PRIMORDIAL SOUP? OF COURSE WE REPRODUCE.

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if yer dick is a spike, are your vorpal spikes dicks? Do you shoot void dicks at people?

THIS IS ABSOLUTELY THE LEWDEST QUESTION I HAVE RECEIVED IN A GOOD WHILE.

NO, THE MAKE-UP OF THE TWO DIFFERENT... ITEMS, IS VERY DIFFERENT. LIKE AN ARM COMPARED TO A LEG.

#Anonymous

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tantibus-aeternam:

It was rather difficult to continue staring at the man when the simulated world around them began to crumble to pieces, finally turning his head to actually observe what was happening.  He had the distinct impression that this was not just an imaginary manifestation, but a literal memory in which the Voidborn had specifically chosen to show him.  It was the least he could do to express some degree of respect for the ruination that took place, though there was no fear of it – silent as Cho’gath went on to explain his own intentions.  He of course had some grasp of what was in store for the denizens of Runeterra, what the Void itself was, what it meant – but one thing that Cho’gath said in particular caused him to falter.  

“…Kill us all, Cho’gath?” he reflected, casually slipping off the bed so he could stand before him.  He had to look up, just a bit – he himself was surprisingly tall for someone who generally did not have legs, although Cho’gath still eclipsed him in regards of height.  It was to be expected, all things considered.  Still, he was not use to it.

“Do you intend to be my ruin?” There was no malice in this question, only a transparent curiosity, if not humor, lips curved into a smirk.  He proceeded with silence, luminous eyes once more turned away from the proverbial apocalypse happening around them and onto the…actually…rather begrudgingly attractive gentleman, now that he took a closer look.  He was thankful this interaction transpired in the mind rather than the real world, else he disgrace himself in front of one of the few other beings he held in true esteem.

I brought my face within a foot of the Nightmare’s facsimile, just as fake as my own. “If you do not escape from this world and its trappings, then you will die along with every man, beast, plant and rock. The Void does not empty worlds, it destroys them entirely. There will be nothing left but scattered rubble among the stars. If you do escape, then you will live. But either way, your existence will be useful while Runeterra yet stands.”

I drew back, adjusting my collar, as it needed it. “If you yourself will not be here for the end of Runeterra, then your interactions will empower the denizens regardless. Either in their attempts to kill you, or the things they learn from you.” I could not help but smile, showing my very inhuman teeth, much too sharp.

“I will kill you or see you leave this world and the subconscious of its humans entirely. These are the only two options, most do not have even that.”

A Dream

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I AM CONSTANTLY DUMBFOUNDED THAT NO ONE SEEMS TO REALIZE THIS IS ALL TAKING PLACE OVER A TECHNOLOGICAL SERVICE.

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MIND READER? THIS CONVERSATION IS APPEARING ON A PUBLIC FORUM, ARE YOU ONE OF THOSE?

(ू• ౪•ू ) ((WRONG TALON FATE.))

Skullbashes. “DON’T FUCKING TOUCH ME!”

#THE CRAZIES

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BECAUSE THEY ARE ALL PEOPLE EITHER PRETENDING TO BE THE SAME PERSON OR DRAWN FROM SOME MULTI-UNIVERSAL TETHER.

WHICH I SUPPOSE MAKES SENSE CONSIDERING HOW MUCH YOU RUNETERRANS LIKE BREAKING SPACETIME.

(ू• ౪•ू ) ((WRONG TALON FATE.))

Skullbashes. “DON’T FUCKING TOUCH ME!”

#VERY IRRESPONSIBLE OF YOU