Chupigator's Links
"You're one crazy motherfucker. I bet you actually are a motherfucker! You'd probably try to fuck my mother if you could, you dirty minded man!" She cackles and gets back to frying a pan of sausages. "I'd like to see you try, if I'm honest! Mama is some weird sort of... incomprehensible demon thing. Just a void with a fuck ton of eyes. I miss her crazy ass."
“Was that story supposed to make me less interested? Yer old lady doesn’t sound ganky in the slightest. Sooooo… She still around oooor…”
"Yo, Uncle Shay! It's been a minute! Where'd you go and run off to? I missed you. Don't tell me you're snooping around the lower levels again..." Jeez... And Magno thought she was crazy...
“Do ye want the feel-good answer or the fun answer?” Shay cracked a smile and put his hands on his hips. “Shay does as Shay does, what cannae say? That’s where all the gritty fun is. I’m still in one piece, nothin’s gone to bags, so it’s not so bad, aye? Okay, enough blather. I’m gonna need several rounds of them Pororita bevvies, on the double!”
"Néstor, I made a new batch of pastries! Would you please try them for me and give me some feedback on how they taste? I need to ensure these are perfect so that when I give them to you know who, he'll appreciate the gesture even more." She blushes at the mere mention of her commanding officer, even if it was in the most vague terms.
“Mm! As tasty as always, sweetheart! You better get these away from me before I devour them all.” He giggled and lightly shook his head. “I’m certain that he will admire your gifts, and your dedication even more so.”
She looks at the wraith with a neutral expression for a moment before her lips curl into a slight smile. "It looks like there's still beauty in this cold world. Thank you for visiting me."
“There certainly is.” While Sandros did not smile, he seemed lighter in mood. He scanned the walls of the parlor, admiring his surroundings. Of course, Bahati was also a sight to see. “I have one request… Would I be able to witness you working one of these coming days?”
Sandros cleared his throat. He slowly shook his head at the gorgeous mortal. “It would be best that you save your caring heart for the living. They deserve you far more than I do.” This one’s face would remain burned in Sandros’ mind though. What a beautiful mortal…
“Oh…! I don’t think I’ve ever been with a wraith before… What do you say, cutie? Do you want to spend some time with me? I’m certain that it must have been years since someone held you…”
She gently caresses his face and smiles as she stares at him in the safety of her apartment in Zaun. "You know what the hardest part of this persona is, Vill? I can't be seen in public with you like this. I can't hold your hand, I can't kiss you... Hell, I can't even say hello to you. Trust that I'll make it up to you when I get back, okay? You're in for a hell of a ride. Literally." She seals her promise with a kiss and for a moment, she returns to her pink coloration.
“You’re quite fortunate that you had something interesting to say. Tell me more about this customer of yours… I’m certain that he’d love to meet his idol up close.”
"I'm not too big on religion but I know of yours. Cool stuff. Some little whelp came in a couple months back asking for a tattoo of The Deathsinger. I gave him one, of course. I've got pictures of it if you want to see."
"He came into town with my "mom" once. I don't dislike him as much, 'cuz he didn't straight up abandon us. That and he's kinda funny honestly. Shame he's married to her though, I wouldn't mind getting to know him without having to deal with her."
"Oh, I always love running into you, Kostik. Any good kills recently? I'd be willing to bring you a few people who need to "disappear," if you want. Hell, I'd love to stay and watch you work."
“I want to sizzle your beautiful skin under my weight, nimble one. Alas, how can I do such a thing when you’re so generous? Hardly a polite thing to do. You can watch me melt the flesh off of any man you bring me. My treat.”
"I am going to bite him. I am going to bite him. I am... going to bite him. Bah! Why do I constantly feel the need to bite those that I... care about? This annoys me." He pauses his train of thought for a moment and looks at Néstor. "Can I bite you? Is that okay?"
“Can you bite me?” Néstor seemed a little amused. He smiled and spoke in his usual gentle manner. “As long as you don’t bite too hard…”
"It's good to see you again, Néstor! Its been years, hasn't it? I would have stayed in contact but I'm sure you already know everything that happened. You look good! I mean, you always did. How have you been?"
“My, it has been a long time… You still look wonderful as well.” Néstor’s smile widened. “My life is filled with blessings, Dayan. Especially now that we meet again.”
"It's always worth it making a stop in Noxus for the cute ones. Such a sweetheart, it's nice to find that one guy I just want to kiss instead of tear apart every now and then."
“Dear Maur has a lot going on for himself, but I am always willing to offer a little affection whenever he asks. It’s always a pleasure.”
"Heard about some guy in the lower levels who's running around killing people just for kicks. Can't say I'm too surprised. I haven't been down there since I was a kid and after what I saw, can't say I'm really itchin' to go back. I hope someone gives him the help he needs."
“It does not matter so much where one comes from. It does not matter how hard one works nor how far one must go, how far one has gone… Amazing feats, no doubt — the question remains the same. What will you look like as a humble little puddle?”
"I have faced worse creatures than you, Kostik. Just know that you will not be allowed to continue existing if you dare show your face above the sump. I promise you that."
“I take it that you’re not interested in having tea together anytime soon? A shame. I thought we could have a fine discussion about Zaunite culture and customs before I go dissolving your body and pulling you apart.”
"I know what bodies look like after being in the sump. It's not something that I'm itchin' to see again. I'll ask Janna for her blessings and be done with it. There are some people that even I cannot save."
“Prayer is wasted on this place. We are the forgotten and the hoped to be forgotten; but when my terror ends here, where will I go? The only way is up!”