Reblog if you love MIKKY~
((in a friend-like way… she’s an awesome chick))
A fine example of a fine summoner!
(Source: peachsticks)
“Ahh yes. You are most correct.” He gives a deep, manly laugh as he watches her set off for his drink, standing in the strong pose that he always takes, happily anticipating a fine mug of ale.
::she paces back to him, Handing him the frothy mug:: Here you are, sir.
Graciously he takes the mug, nodding and lifting the delicious-looking drink to his head. He examines the head, his eyes surprisingly deep as he overlooks the froth, pleased. The giant warrior takes a big, long swig, downing half the glass in one go and breathing a deep, manly sigh of enjoyment.
“A fine brew indeed!” He claps a very large hand on the innkeeper’s shoulder approvingly, taking another draft. “I must visit your inn more often if the drink is as masterfully crafted as this.”
::She blinks, going to her knees:: What is thy bidding, my master?
Manthon’s glowing yellow eyes blink under his helmet, the tip of his spear scratching the outline of his chin in thought. “Well now… I didn’t quite expect to receive such a prize this night.” He ponders, standing tall while his cape billows in a wind generated by nothing but his machismo. After a moment he slams the end of his spear down on the ground, taking a tall pose.
“WELL! As my first order I decree a cup of your finest ale!”
Nothing is better, she says getting to her feet, then the sun kissed hops at the feet of Mount Targon. She scurries off to get him a pint.
“Ahh yes. You are most correct.” He gives a deep, manly laugh as he watches her set off for his drink, standing in the strong pose that he always takes, happily anticipating a fine mug of ale.
::She blinks, going to her knees:: What is thy bidding, my master?
Manthon’s glowing yellow eyes blink under his helmet, the tip of his spear scratching the outline of his chin in thought. “Well now… I didn’t quite expect to receive such a prize this night.” He ponders, standing tall while his cape billows in a wind generated by nothing but his machismo. After a moment he slams the end of his spear down on the ground, taking a tall pose.
“WELL! As my first order I decree a cup of your finest ale!”
fromthemodsdesk asked: Ahh, Lady Janna. I am curious as to where on this roulette my manliness may appear. ~askMANTHEON
Blushes faintly before planting a ginger kiss upon the warrior’s helmet.
The Rakkor nods appreciatively, glancing down at the wind maiden. “You honor me, Tempest.” He says with a surprisingly hard clap on her shoulder, standing tall and showing his manly affection.
Anonymous asked: When you man drop, how many people stand and stare at you falling down upon them to inflect your manly pain?
Mantheon roars with laughter at the amusement of the Anon’s question, taking a strong pose after the spell leaves him.
“Having been passed down through my family for generations, the Grand Skyfall technique relies as much on the devastating force of my mighty spear as it does the aura of pure machismo that emanates from the destination area. There have been many an opponent that buckle under the weight of the manliness the technique commands; those of weaker constitutions find themselves unable to shy away from the majesty of a man’s crashing soul.”
yoshissupport asked: How long is your.. spear anyway?
“My spear?” Mantheon twirls the weapon in his hand deftly before thrusting it powerfully forward, examining the length with his eyes. “You know, I’ve never actually measured my companion.” He moves his free hand along the shaft, looking over the scars and runic engravings upon the ancient weapon.
Suddenly gripping the pole, he slams the flat end against the ground. standing tall and pointing the spear straight upward next to him. The tip of the deadly blade looms above his head, even above the Centurion tuft on his helmet.
“BOY! How tall am I?”
((…About seven foot a billion.))
The Rakkor laughs loudly, relaxing his stance a little. “Well there you have it.”
((Not sure if ilike this…….. >_> actually i don’t think i do!
i swear i will try to make another one ; ; )))
An excellent capture of the true machismo we hide underneath the warrior’s helmet. Excellent work, Summoner.
FINALLY I’M FREE!
*puts her summoner’s clothes again*
Manly Teemo, I am proud!
Via Mikky the summoner
Saving the best for the last
“Ahh m’lady summoner. I see you are a fan of the chiseled body of a true man. I thank you for the adoration, however I must request that you be slightly less gentle in your admiration of my machismo.”
Via Mikky the summoner
askpinktaric-archive asked: I'd join you in "combat" if you get my drift. I'm sure we could put that spear to good use. ;)
“AHH TARIC. I HAVE HEARD-
((Mantheon can you stop shouting please.))
“BUT THE VOICE IS A MAN’S MOST POWER-“
((…))
The warrior sighs. “Fine. Have it your way.” He takes a confident pose. “I enjoy fighting alongside you on the fields, Taric. Although at times I question your machismo, your fighting spirit is uncompromising and undaunted! I would be more than happy to lend you my spear any day; joined in the manliest display of combat as you assist me in thrusting my spear deeply and repeatedly into our enemies!”
((…*Mouth agape*))
Talon and Ezio? In my crossover fanfiction?
Alright, so I opened the Mantheon blog at an awkward time. If you’ve been wondering why it is I haven’t answered many questions or participated in many RPs; well this is it.
I had this idea a while ago, and I really wanted to see it come to fruition. I like a good crossover fanfic, and I hope I can amuse people with this one. Besides, Talon having an assassin-off with Ezio kinda just sounds cool to me.
Warning though, is kinda long. ^^;;
For reference, anything in italicized quotes is spoken in Italian; might explain some things.
Enjoy!
((I promise not to reblog too much of my own stuff, but I figure this might interest some of the people who follow ol’ Pantheon her-))
“SUMMONER. WHAT ARE YOU DOING USING MY BLOG TO ADVERTISE YOUR WORK?”
((Uhh… Hey I’m in control of the keyboard! I can do whatever I wa-))
“SILENCE! …I WILL FORGIVE YOU THIS TIME, FOR THE FEATS OF MANLINESS AND BATTLE CONTAINED WITHIN ARE SATISFACTORY.”
((Gee thanks…))
yoshissupport asked: I can tell you about my crush? But you are my crush D:
Mantheon nods slowly, confident yellow eyes glowing behind his armored helmet. “THANK YOU FOR THE AFFECTION, SIR. UNFORTUNATELY I CANNOT RETURN THE SENTIMENT. MY ONLY LOVE IS FOR THE FIELDS OF BATTLE; MY ONLY LUST IS FOR THE HEARTS OF WAR. HOWEVER, FOR AS LONG AS YOU JOIN ME IN COMBAT, THE BONDS OF MANLINESS SHALL KEEP US FOREVER ENTWINED!”
((Wow Pantheon, you’re a lot more poetic than I gave you credit for.))
“MANLINESS IS A POETRY ALL ITS OWN, BOY.”
Anonymous asked: irelia, ashe, lux
“AHH, THREE FINE SAMPLES OF THE WOMEN IN THE LEAGUE.” Mantheon ponders for a moment, the tip of his spear rubbing his chisseled chin in thought.
“I MUST SAY THAT I WOULD KISS LUXANNA; FOR I FEEL THAT WOULD BE THE THING TO GET THE LEAST AMOUNT OF ATTENTION FROM HER VANGUARD BROTHER.”
“THEN, I WOULD MARRY THE YOUNG WILL OF THE BLADES; FOR HER WARRIOR’S SPIRIT IS MUCH LIKE MY OWN, SAVE FOR THE ABSENCE OF MANLINESS, WHICH IS FORGIVEN FROM HER.”
“FINALLY I WOULD SHARE A DRINK OR TEN WITH QUEEN ASHE OF FREJORD. I COULD ONLY IMAGINE THE KINDS OF TALES SHE COULD WEAVE OF HER HUSBAND AND HER LANDS; AND I FEEL SHE WOULD BE THE ONLY ONE OF THE THREE WHO WOULD BE ABLE TO TRULY WITHSTAND THE TORRENT OF MANLINESS THAT UNLEASHES WHEN I IMBIBE ALCOHOL.”
REBLOG IF YOU WANT A ‘KISS, MARRY, GET DRUNK WITH’ IN YOUR ASK.
I’ve literally got nothing to do for the next three hours. Why not?This is easier then the fuck, kill, and marry one… So I’ll do it…
“THIS SHALL BE AMUSING!”
About me
WELCOME TO THE ARTISAN OF WAR'S DOMAIN. BETWEEN MY MANY BATTLES AND BAKING EXPLOITS I HAVE FOUND THE TIME TO APPEASE THE MASSES WITH THEIR MANY BURNING QUESTIONS!
((Pantheon nobod-))
MANTHEON, FOOL!
((*Sweatdrops* Right, right... Anyway, Liger here as well; serving as Pantho-))
MANTHEON DAMNIT!
((..Mantheon's summoner and typing proxy. Feel free to ask him (or I) some-))
BOY! YOU HAVE YOUR OWN BLOG! KEEP YOUR FILTHY ELEMENTALIST HANDS OFF MY-
((Yes, yes. Gods you're loud. Go back to yelling at cakes.))
A WARRIOR'S VOICE IS THEIR STRONGEST WEAPON; ON THE FIELDS AND IN THE KITCHEN!
((Yeah, yeah... Anyway, feel free to ask anything!))
