𝑽𝑶𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑰𝑻𝒀.

Katarina Du Couteau Mused by Kirin Est. 08. 08. 18.

[quotes-rules]

“You got a taste for blood when you were licking your own wounds.”

— solitary-sister (via wnq-writers)

[undivinehound]

don’t hesitate 

bare your teeth 

go for the throat.

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Monsters aren’t simply born. Monsters are made by those who nurture them.

Nikita Gill, from “Great Goddesses: Life Lessons from Myths & Monsters,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

[aviditte]

HOT  BLOOD,  these  veins  my  PLEASURE is  their  PAIN                                                I  love  to  watch  the  castles  BURN                                                                 These  GOLDEN  ASHES  turn  to  dirt                                                                                 I've  always  liked  to  play  with  FIRE  

[aviditte]

" You should know better than to try that on me, " & she already had the read on what the assassin wanted, her own knife drawn close to the nape of Katarina's neck as steel threatens to puncture Riven's tawny skin. " When you are the one who taught me to begin with. "

𝑼𝑵𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑻𝑬𝑫 || @eciled

SHE  SHIFTED  IN  DISCOMFORT,  head  tilting  away  from  the  sharpened  blade  threatening  her  exposed  neck,  still  composed  as  she  stared  danger  in  the  face.  Reckless  emerald  eyes  were  affixed  on  the  exile,  a  sharp  stare  accompanied  by  an  almost  playful  grin  drawn  across  her  features.  Her  weapon  was  held  steady  against  Riven’s  form,  a  reminder  of  its  presence,  her  free  hand  daring  to  trace  a  fingertip  slow  and  deliberate  along  the  other’s  collarbone,  showing  her  complete  lack  of  fear.

     ❝  I  suppose  I  should  be  proud,  ❞  She  spoke  slowly,  practically  purring,  mockingly.  Her  devilish  smile  growing  in  spite  of  the  situation.  ❝  When  you  slit  my  throat,  and  I’m bleeding  on  the  ground,  struggling  for  breath,  I’ll  know  that  I  taught  you  well.  ❞

[aviditte]

❛ don’t blame yourself. ❜ / talon

𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑪𝑯𝑬𝑹 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺 || @truthwished

HER EYES ROLLED, a less than subtle sign of her contempt, she didn’t want to listen to him, she wouldn’t even look at him.    She couldn’t look at him. Emotion bubbled within her, a potent cocktail of self-loathing and frustration had reached its boiling point, yet more rage she would bottle up beneath a flimsy stopper. The steel at her sides called ever so desperately for her grasp, she knew that now was not the time, but it became quickly became more difficult to resist as her blades screamed their siren song, in the form of a ringing in her ears. Deft hands balled into fists, in hopes of halting herself, fingernails biting into her skin.

     ❝ Why should I blame myself? I am not so much a fool. ❞

Naturally, she was lying. The issue of her Father was a difficult subject, something which rarely failed to incite Katarina. A part of her was something near relieved at his disappearance, given all that he had put her through. Another part of herself, detested that very notion, believing it was her failures that had driven him away.

[adirtyshipper]

Noxus is yours. For thegadgetfish !

[solipsistic-coma]

demon to lean on

[aviditte]

❛  you humans are so… impractical.  ❜ from xayah!

𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑪𝑯𝑬𝑹 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺 || @sanguince

HOW  CURIOUS.   Katarina  stood  with  arms  crossed  over  her  chest,  the  blades  at  her  waist  already  calling  for  her  grasp   Venomous  green  eyes  evaluate  the  stranger,  head  tilting  to  the  side,  as  her  contemptuous  gaze  trailed  up  and  down  the  other’s  figure.  She  found  something  strange  in  the  woman’s  eyes,  a  sight  all  too  familiar  as  if  she  were  staring  into  a  looking  glass,  eyes  that  had  seen  too  much,  the  eyes  of  a  killer.  It  was  in  her  nature  to  stoke  the  flames,  all  too  hasty  to  test  this  stranger’s  limits,  and  her  own.  She wondered  if  this  creature  would  still  bleed  red,  the  very  thought  drew  a  sharp  grin  across  her  features.

     ❝ Impractical ?    Tell me, little bird. Can you fly with those feathers of yours ? ❞

[atomicantcami]

[aviditte]

HOT  BLOOD,  these  veins  my  PLEASURE is  their  PAIN                                                I  love  to  watch  the  castles  BURN                                                                 These  GOLDEN  ASHES  turn  to  dirt                                                                                 I've  always  liked  to  play  with  FIRE  

[catastrophicsuggestion]

i want to rip out your tongue for speaking to me in that way but instead i kneel at your feet. how pitiful am i?

[musings-of-muses]

                                     your hands                                                they’re stained                                                       with the blood of your enemies.

                     can you smell it?                      the  f e a r                       the death                      the burning you caused

                                                                        do you regret it?                                                                         your actions?                                                                         their consequences?                                                                                do you regret the lives you have ended?

                                                             no.                                                                                        i  d o n ’ t  either.                                                                           after all ; ; it was for them.

[tomuse-blog]

i’ve never found being ‘ self destructive ’ to be worrisome someone, some time, is going to ( DESTROY ) you & i will be DAMNED if anyone but myself has that honor

[emeowji-deactivated20190125]

my morals aren’t straight and neither am i.

[tomuse-blog]

the ( heart ) was a h e a v y burden;

                           ( so I got RID of it. )

[aviditte]

“ you opened my door without knocking first ”

soft thorns starters \\ @eciled

     as usual, katarina was the perfect storm of calculated chaos, appearing unannounced would be nothing new for the assassin, however, uncharacteristically, she carried no weapons, with the notable exception of the knife stashed in her boot. this was as disarmed as she would ever be. 

     she continued to step inside the other woman’s chambers, fingers gliding against the door frame as she did so. one foot followed the other, each accompanied by her boots clicking against the floorboards. approaching with the languid movements of a stalking predator, undeterred by her comment, only stopping when mere inches separated the two, the disparity in height becoming all the more obvious. 

          “ my, how dreadful of me, “ she replied, her voice a cocktail of all too blunt sarcasm and rarely heard sultry tones. a fluid motion brought her in closer, leaning in to whisper in the warrior’s ear. “ why not let me make it up to you. “