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pitgritted · 2 months

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the smell of charred sulfur with an arid distinction of metal left an acrid taste on his tongue . that unpleasant sting itches the back of his throat , empowering enough that it momentarily overwhelms his senses . sett curses through jaw - locked canines , capturing his nose & nearly losing his balance , his claws feebly feeling along the lines of the walls barricading his burlier body . like an inebriated man , rosy cheeks swelled & maw parched of water , they nearly slips off a barstool . one thing was in common ; he felt nauseated & off kilter .

that burning sensation spurs the sensors bricking his esophagus finally reared in a successful series of ragged coughs . although this smell was familiar , it felt ignited with a powerful sensation when it began to waft in waves . it became prominent & progressively closed every gap of space in the vicinity . did jayce shoot ? was something damaged ? it smelt like an oil leakage … saliva strings in arches between the sharp edges of teeth before tightly enclosing again .

he mentally took note to make jayce pay for property damage if there was so much as a flame in his pit . those thoughts are quickly maneuvered into obscurity at the visible light encroaching on the innovator’s form .

finally , assuming composure of his body , sett looms his body like a wreath just outside the little alcove's threshold . hovering just outside of jayce’s little room he called a lab . his heat surrounds him , almost imperceptibly , his lungs achingly tethering for gasps of air , which little was so gained from tightly locked molars . his mind buzzes , feeling like it was in tune with a pendulum ; swinging back & forth on the irritable feeling that was his body — spurned by adrenaline , the weak clutch on resolve , the immense heat & sweat wedged between the grooves of finely carved muscle & grit , & finally , the brain fuck of chemicals stimulating his very articulate senses — & the possible causes of such an abrupt end to their session .

sett could see the consequence coming from a mile away , but the longing to know the trigger was perceptible . he was an honest man when it came to his feelings , but putting it forward was not something he would wager as worth the effort . he takes a cautionary step inside , his eyes bricking up his environment quickly .

slabs of metal & ornaments lay decked across the floor , following smears of black encrusting the edges of the wall . he could easily articulate the possible outcome of a haphazard shoot , his eyes blinking towards the field of energy whirring away between jutting limbs of the hammer jayce held . it’s where the smell dominantly permeated from . although unease began to intermingle between the ridged bastion of his bruised ribs , sett doesn’t move .

〝 somethin’ gave you a scare out there … didn’t it ? 〞

his gruff voice attempted to round out the sharp edges of his masculine dominance , attempted to show sympathy . though , most probable would be to scope out what ushered jayce’s stampeding response of retreat . find out where warning lines lay embedded out before him .

〝 … i’ll listen , if you do . 〞

sett feels the protruding line of his brow quirk at an angle , almost offended by the inquiry . what did he know about him ? that was a bit of a broad statement , let alone not something the boss could simply conjure up an answer to . lest there was ever an answer to it .

〝 bit of a stretch , ain’t it ? i could say the same for you , can’t i ? i only know what you put out there , jayce . 〞 an honest reply . sett corks fingers against the muzzled knuckle of his fisticuffs , sliding it from protruding hooks & placing it down on the nearest counter .

〝 none of us ‘ere are ever fully honest ‘bout what we do . for the most part i like to think i’m an open book — ain’t nothin’ special ‘bout a boss who’s had their ‘pa run on his kid or wife . cheap drunk who’s got his neck out for coin , hopin’ to satiate his greed . 〞

〝 outside of your expertise on your hextech gear … i know ‘yer just one of many scumbags who hide their true intentions . or hell — even interests . 〞 sett flexes his fingers , watching the hard lines ingrained into the rough disc of his palm , watching it fluidly work beneath the cracks of dry skin . veins overlay the darker pigmentation of his hand , threading between the soft dips of his knuckles . he licks the dry skin of his maw , lowering the dark hairs of long lashes at jayce when he was close enough to be level with him . 〝 ‘yer talkin’ to somebody who was not born into wealth & saw crones who get real nasty with their yellowed teeth . hatin’ everyone who’s different . i know somethin’ gave you a scare , otherwise i wouldn’t be seein’ you carelessly handle your equipment up in my pit . 〞

*Noticing Trauma sentence starters. 📨 ➤ @pitgritted [ ; ] “It doesn’t have anything to do with trust. You don’t have to tell me. But I’ll listen, if you do.”

𝐅𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐈𝐒 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐕𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐒, 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐀 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐁𝐒 𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐘. Not weak. Steady. But it's hard to regain any form of composure after the little slip up he's had, no amount of smooth talking able to burrow his way out unless he wants to snap his teeth with a sarcastic, biting comment that he knows would only tag on more suspicion or shatter the mood more violently. Not needed, not now. It wouldn't fix anything...

Jayce curls his hands that bit tighter around the handle of Mercury. She still hums away beneath his hold, a reverberating sound that carries an ever steady but barely noticeable quake. For a moment, he's a little jealous, neatly blunt fingernails biting into the leather covering his hands from within the protective gauntlet's he wears. He's irritated, defensive, embarrassed, but the fighter's concern is so thickly palpable in the air he can't bring himself to keep up the pissy mask for long.

However, he still can't bring himself to look at Sett. Shame mingles strongly into the explosive concoction of emotions he feels whirling about, his eyes taking on a more dulled tone, darker, marred over in stormy fatigue as he allows his expression to slip knowing his face was safe from being studied.

A glum shade, muddied by what memories soured everything else about the relatively tame spar just mere moments prior. The smoke stings at his nose.

Still in the process of trying to catch up mentally with everything, he knows for damn sure trying to explain things off as either honestly as he could, or cover them up with the bullshit excuse of it being nothing — just an overreaction, just a mistake — wasn't going to patch anything up. His shoulder's remain squared off, tensed so tight he swears the next breath he takes will snap his tendons like a taut pulled elastic from the adrenaline heavy strain.

With a tired sigh, a following resigned hang of his head, he shifts his feet, a forlorn expression crossing his features as the edge of his boot nudges against the shattered bit of stone & metal that crunch away beneath. He can hear nothing over the silence draped oppressively over his shoulders, somehow, it's all the more frustrating as he realizes the other man is thinking, taking everything about the situation in, carefully piecing together why Jayce had reacted how he did when he felt himself begin to slip more into that fight or flight state of mind during their fight. He's not proud of his panic, but now that he's had a moment to breathe, he shakes his head, stands straighter, turns on his heel with a premade excuse, a sentence carefully crafted & ready to push this whole disaster topic away balanced right on the edge of his tongue.

Too bad it's nearly choked on when the other man speaks. His voice is serious, low. Not quite fully sympathetic, only painfully, frustratingly cautious, so quietly gentle he could've missed the rare show of concern that flashes. Shrugging his shoulders, Jayce moves to busy himself with a jittery circle of his wrist, tightening his hold once again as he glares into the sleek frame of his weapon. He scoffs with a shake of his head.

The gesture says all he needs to express.

I don't trust you. Not enough. Ironic, considering he'd allowed the other to brutally spar against him, allowed some semblance of physical intimacy past 'just fighting', but apparently the line is drawn when it came to emotional reliance. Trust. Darkened brows remain pinched, that continual flow of steady anger all directing itself inwards spills over as he shifts, turning to cast a look the other's way, an attempt to gauge the Ionian's own feeling's before he knew how best to continue.

Only to once more find himself startled at the oddly kind, disarming words shared further. Read like a simple schematic for one of his machines, Jayce blinks wide eyes at the man, turning to better face him as his face twists up into a confused, baffled look. A heavy swallow as he braces his hammer's end against the flat of the ground, a twist of her handle properly disarming the hextech whirring away at his side. Head cocking at an angle, he answers, though his voice is uncharacteristically quiet. Not at all loud, confident like he normally prided himself on being.

❝ First of all … sorry for that. Quick reflexes you have. ❞ As usual, he tags on, risking a wincing glance to the side, where some of the floor remained steaming with smoke, still charred an unnatural shade from where he'd aimed his cannon earlier. Another guilty swallow, before he continues, gaze breaking, glove padded hand lifting to rub at his neck in a self-soothing gesture. ❝ Second … what do you know about me. Honestly? ❞

A stupid question. But depending on the answer given, Jayce'd plan where to go, what to share, from there. If tales of the council room’s explosion reached this far, if he was connected to that disaster or any of the others in the infancy of his inventing career, he’d add on his own context behind his twitchy trigger finger. Adaptable. It's what he's thankfully best at. He wasn't entirely eager to bare his heart out now of all times, but … clearly they couldn't get anymore training done if he was constantly holding back out of some lingering ptsd. His progress was stunted unless he addressed it head on, or worked through it in his own time. Huffing softly through his nose, he waits, hands moving to pry his gauntlets off.

#futureforged #𓆰 ㅤ ㅤ〝 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝘀𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲. 𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲… 〞 — 𝙸𝙽 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 : SETT THE BOSS.#sett ic.#ship : sett / jayce — ( futureforged )#queue.

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⟐ BODY CLAIMS : EDITS - SETT .

#𓆰 ㅤ ㅤ〝 … 𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗶𝘁’𝘀 𝗦𝗲𝘁𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗕𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘁-𝗠𝗮𝗻 𝗕𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗱. 〞— 𝚅𝙸𝚂𝚄𝙰𝙻𝚂 : half-breed wolverine.#reblog.#queue.#something to put here while I catch up on drafts and starters :>

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pitgritted · 2 months

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THE BOSS COULDN’T QUITE FINGER THE EVENTS LEADING UP TO THIS . what avaricious rush , the thrill burning the tips of his fingers . sett distinctly knew he was a cheap drunk , that had never been in question . but he’d still endeavored to keep up with his work since the batch of spiced beverage going down like juice & pleasantly feeling crisp on the tongue . though , every fiber of his being felt more alert than ever , in spite of those drinks . nerves bundled up within the mounds of his biceps , suffused with contractile energy , spurred from his hands that made haste . he feels himself stiffen at the realization of his actions , remembering to stop & breathe .

〝 come 'ere , 〞 sett mutters , pulling the toothpick from his mouth & tossing it aside . finding himself straddling the man , claws implanted either side of . sett makes a muted noise at the sight before him , almost choking back on an inhuman growl . this fucking noxian didn’t take responsibility for how damn irresistible he was ; that dark hair sticking to the sweat of his tawny skin & showing his physique which routinely was left without armor & sett trailing after him with possessive instincts riling to go .

sett guided long wide fingers to enwrap against the man’s hips , his thumb peeling back the fat of the man’s flesh & continuing to relish in the feeling of his plump lips flushed against ace’s magic heat oozing skin . his fangs throbbed with a tingly sensation , it felt like the nerves of his gums throbbed with a dull ache , almost mimicking the pounding of his pulse . his tongue guided him most of the way , feeling for the softened dip of the scarring present & focusing his attention there , noting the taste of salt lingering on the buds of his tongue , leaving almost a permanent flavor with the alcohol present . his fingers kneads against muscle , feeling the curvature of ace’s well - rounded bosom , cupping the mound & pinching there . sett makes a noise , muffled as he finalized his lips from pathing further , allowing the weight of his head to lay against his inner thigh .

his voice was gruff & humid , his chin evidently shiny & pelted in a translucent fluid from his endeavors . sett curls his tongue meticulously against the inguinal line just above ace’s pubis , nuzzling into his warmth . his furry appendages flex at the weight scratching just behind the folds , a grunt wedging itself between the grooves of teeth . 〝 keep y’ waitin’ … 〞 he repeats slowly , his own hips reflexively twitching forward every time he inhaled ace’s overwhelming musk . 〝 what have i told ‘ya , commander — or do i need to teach you ‘nother lesson ? 〞

the boss punctuates with a kiss & a nibble to an expanse of fatty skin , groaning softly at the tightness encroaching beneath his golden belted silk breeches . he was tempted to fiddle with the strings of his fly , give himself fucking air , but his hands were numbed & remained encased against ace , heady for the eventual reward . his golden eyes were dark & bright at the same time , the edges of his eyelids strained & focused . 〝 be more specific , will ‘ya ? or is that part too hard for ‘ya ? 〞 he chortles , lecherously hinting through wording .

cont . from here . ( @enjomo )

#enjomo #𓆰 ㅤ ㅤ〝 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝘀𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲. 𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲… 〞 — 𝙸𝙽 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 : SETT THE BOSS.#sett ic.#suggestive.#usfw.#PROCEEDING TO POP LIKE A BALLOON INTO OBLIVION

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pitgritted · 2 months

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I did a Garen Crownguard sketch ! I sorta wanted to try drawing other LEAGUE characters and my friend suggested Garen while we were on VC drawing together on the same canvas . Honestly might end up coloring … depends .

#mun.#mobile.#it’s just a slightly rendered sketch #and a mini exercise #pretty proud of it tho !#my art.

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pitgritted · 2 months

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sett's haymaker / ult getting nerfed in wild rift because of heartsteel ... NOT COOL !! fr nerfed my mans in lane . at least the hearsteel rework can restore most of these nerfs and return his numbers to relatively what is was before ?? in terms of HP% consumed in damage executed ... man i'm not happy . but SAMIRA GETS BUFFED ???

#𓆰ㅤ ㅤ〝 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗺𝗮’ 𝗰𝘆𝗮’ 𝘁𝗼𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗿𝗼𝘄. 〞 — 𝙾𝚄𝚃 𝙾𝙵 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 : MUN SPEAKS.#mun.#i guess i got to enjoy a very powerful sett up until 5.0 b of the patch #sigh #im gonna have to farm stacks #and even if i dont use hearsteel #he's still nerfed

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pitgritted · 2 months

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IT WAS ALMOST COMICAL HOW JAYCE THRUSTED HIMSELF INTO THE VESTIBULE HE WAS BEING DETAINED IN . jayce appeared to have apprehended distend emotion , sett could easily call it what it was : bullshit . not being entirely human came with it’s perks , he would think . sett smelled it upon walking up but dismissed it as nothing . every place had its own scent & sett opted ignoring them for the most part . it was transmissible to not only his eyes but his nose . the abrupt TENSION bricking around jayce’s forearms , the folds surrounding the grooves of his pits . with all those layers on , sett can easily detail the man was trying to salvage any ounce of publicity obtained civility .

clearly this sucker wasn’t adept at appearing remotely at all intimidating . not the optimal play , in this position , sett knew how to play the cards & use his entrepreneurial skills to shut fat mouths that chime in with something terrible . if he could jump in on it then this was easy game for sett .

〝 s’ what i’m good at . 〞

broad shiny shoulders emphasize a shrug , a roll in response . gold eyes trained on the hazel that focused on his own ; square jaw rests on a silent syllable then a glowering sigh . 〝 a quickie , smartass : something done or made quickly . in our case , it’d be punching the daylights outta somebody . you piltovans may have your reserves , but it don’t make me one . 〞 he bent slightly to catch his eye . 〝 i’m not totally shit outta luck though … 〞

you’re willing to bend your morals for the likes o’ me . you’re a liar ‘n’ a half — you’re a bad man . s’ why you like me . i bring the beast outta you .

he wanted to say , but lips are wedged shut upon the step - up from the innovator . sett doesn’t move or take an instinctive step back , understanding his injury was being attended to . although the potent sensation of cotton making contact with an open wound , he restrains the blistering hiss he desperately wanted to echo out in irritation .

he grabs for the matter of the open air before reflexing back around the shell of his ear , feeling for hardened line of jayce’s knuckles before taking the cloth in his hand’s absence . the BOSS stands a tad - straighter , clicking sharpened teeth as his eyes break from the man standing opposite of him , latching onto the wardens executing their dismissal . he wanted to smack some sense into them — or make a witty retort . current predicament would thwart this .

there was an inkling wafting over him . a heat he could not momentarily place a label on . dull tendrils scratch at the callous of his hardened pads as he keeps his gaze locked elsewhere . seemingly distracted now that he had law enforcement off his tail . indeed , he was present in piltover . the BOSS ‘ll admit , he was relatively relieved to get help from the latter of resources in his disposal ; among them being a high guardian of this nation . literally . but his intentions lie elsewhere , business that wouldn’t compromise the coin & percentages of his arena back in ionia . anything that remotely disturbed the pit’s income , naturally would make him get involved . punching people to get to that point was just a bonus .

though it was real ballsy catching the first port that docked in ionia that would make full travel to piltover . ship rides were not his favorite thing . his ear twitches , shuddering at the thought of having to bathe with a damned water bucket for several days . he was certain he was also in dire need of a shave at this point .

not immune to the obvious dead - on stare from jayce , followed by a bunch of obviously IRRITATED words of disapproval , sett follows with a fanged smirk . 〝 really ? i was thinkin’ more like badass . 〞 he purred . 〝 business is the clinkin’ of coins . & time is short — so i’m not gonna sit here n’ hold my dick just to give my thanks . you & i both know you don’t want me ‘ere right now & t’ think you’d be riskin’ your leg for a criminal scum like me . i don’t need your sympathy or ‘yer so called alliance to get me outta situations — cuz’ the jayce i met was itchin’ to get his face all messy . 〞 he licks the dryness of his lips as he finalized his words , retracting the cloth to take mental note of his injury .

the blood itself seeped into the textile , but it seemed to have dried enough he wouldn’t need it . looks like he didn’t need stitches after all .

〝 save it , jayce . i ain’t trying to prolong my stay . 〞

#futureforged #ship : sett / jayce — ( futureforged )#𓆰 ㅤ ㅤ〝 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝘀𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲. 𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲… 〞 — 𝙸𝙽 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 : SETT THE BOSS.#sett ic.

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⠀⠀⠀⠀muse⠀edits⠀06⠀:⠀sett⠀the⠀boss⠀.⠀feat⠀.⠀fan⠀-⠀made⠀edit⠀.

#𓆰 ㅤ ㅤ〝 … 𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗶𝘁’𝘀 𝗦𝗲𝘁𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗕𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘁-𝗠𝗮𝗻 𝗕𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗱. 〞— 𝚅𝙸𝚂𝚄𝙰𝙻𝚂 : half-breed wolverine.#reblog.#queue.

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pitgritted · 3 months

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ladies and gentlemen… we did it.

#mun.#mobile.#I TOLD YOU I WOULD DO IT

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pitgritted · 3 months

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Threatening Sentences, Vol. 3

(Sentences from various sources for threats to and from a muse. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"If I were you, I'd keep me alive."

"Someday soon, somebody's going to step on your scrawny little neck!"

"I don't need to kill anyone to bury them."

"You are about to make a huge mistake."

"Look, I'm not going to bullshit you, okay? I don't really give a fuck what you know or don't know, but I'm going torture you anyway."

"How close to death do you want to get?"

"Do you really think this is going to end well for anyone?"

"You're not scared?"

"I'll warn you now; if this is a trick, I will kill you."

"Is that a threat? Are you threatening me?"

"If you hurt her, I will kill you!"

"I am a tolerant man, but my patience has its limits."

"Not many men last long in these parts. How long do you expect to last?"

"If you shoot me, you won't see a cent of that money."

"Trouble? You don't know what trouble is."

"Here's how this works: I ask the questions, and you answer the questions that I ask."

"I am done being afraid. It's your turn now."

"I'm going to give you a moment to reconsider that answer, because if you're for some reason mistaken, I will find out, and that will not be good for you."

"Keep talking. You're about five seconds away from the most humiliating moment of your life."

"I believe I've tolerated your presence long enough."

"I will saw your head open and eat your brains if you fuck me over."

"You can have answers, or you can live. Your choice."

"Sooner or later, you'll talk. It's just a matter of time."

"Do exactly what I say. Exactly. Don't move unless I say. Don't make a sound unless I say. Do you understand?"

"Where I come from, it's rude to point a gun at a man."

"The thing is, I know who you are. More accurately, I know who you aren't."

"Remember, this never happened. I was never here."

"You think I'm playing with you? I will break your fucking neck!"

"That's a very nice suit. It would be a shame to ruin it."

"If you ever break into my apartment again, I'll stab you in the eye."

"Please don't scream. It's tedious, and no one can hear you."

"Every instinct I have says to grind you into a pulp."

"Do not play games with me."

"I'm going to count to three. There will not be a four."

"It's a bad idea to get into a power play with somebody who holds the power."

"If you shut up, maybe I won't put a bullet in you!"

#𓆰 ㅤ ㅤ〝 𝗶 𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝗺𝘆 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁. 〞 — 𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙴𝚂 : IT’S SHOWTIME.#memes.#grabby hands at these #this is literally the source of my muse cmon

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