— this head i hold

every man has his own greatest enemy & his own executioner. – – a selective & indie draven from league of legends.

[musingxmemes]

                                                          I can’t go on - I can’t even start.                                                 I’ve got nothing left - just an empty heart                                                                           –– • ✖ • ––                                                               I’m a soldier; wounded,                                                              so I must give up the fight.

[execvtioner-blog]

; miracle cure

[eciled-moved]

     “Bandle City? Yes. Many yordles are quite friendly…I recall one showing       me how her cannon worked, and another was gushing about the mech -       anics of his super suit…and the one with the hammer is actually quite       humble. I could not imagine her using it unless you give her a reason to.”

      Pause. One hand comes to rest upon her chin as her eyes are cast       upward. “…Frejlord is as cold as you think it is, but if you run into        the right people, they sure know how to party. Demacia is as        pristine and haughty as you’d expect…Piltover, too, but it is       not quite as bad, and the people are inventive…”

      She proceeds to pour over every part she seen, every wonder she        can remember, forgetting what track the conversation was meant       to take.

[execvtioner-blog]

            — — draven listens, for once, with interest as a brow perks and his lips seal shut. it was nice to hear riven’s voice after so many years, ones where his thoughts lingered- was she truly dead? the question had him lay in wake some nights, and his brother’s talks of her were always warm and depressing. to see her before him once again was something that he had deemed unfathomable, and his mind was still working to process it all.

           “ sounds like you’ve had quite the journey. ” a chuckle spills past his lips, his eyes focusing gently on hers. “ have you settled somewhere? i couldn’t imagine that you’ve been nomadic for all these years. ”

[khadajhin-unchained]

The explanation he gave was very interesting, and it made the Virtuoso quite intrigued. No one else can try? Bullshit.

Jhin placed his index finger on his chin as he walked sideways of the Executioner. —-”Can’t try? What makes you say that?”—- He replied, observing the giant blades on Draven’s back. —-”Honestly, I think you’re afraid, that someone WILL try them and it’ll turn out they’re BETTER than you!”—- the Virtuoso added with a cocky smile under his mask. He had a plan, and that plan was to get what he wanted.

[execvtioner-blog]

            — — the man before him was perhaps even more eccentric than he was, which catches draven off guard - though also intrigues him. he scoffs at the other’s words, shaking his head. “ i doubt it, but you’re certainly eyeing them as if you’d like to try. ” he glances over his shoulder - typically, he wouldn’t be one to simply offer his axes to someone else to try, but he had his own offer in return. “ but only if i get to try out your guns. ”

[dcceiver-blog]

                           IT’S ALL SMOKE && MIRRORS.

                                                    ind leblanc. literate. ( x x )   

[winterprodigy2-deactivated20160]

okay lets play a game: instead of y’all asking me headcanon questions, send me your headcanons for my muse. ( bonus: if i really like it i may make it an official headcanon )

[execvtioner-blog]

; miracle cure

[eciled-moved]

        She withdraws just enough so that rubied hues are able to          to rest upon his figure, brow quirked while smirk settles         back on to rosied lips.

        “I am offended that you think I’d be so naive as to remain          sheltered all this time.” Pause. “I have been travelling,          of course…having to avoid Noxus’ parameters has actually          given me the freedom to see all of Valoran, save for the          Shadow Isles.” For obvious reasons, of course. “I’ve seen          every country about three times, now.”

[execvtioner-blog]

            — — draven gazes down to her with a light chortle, his brows raising at her response. “ i mean, you’ve certainly kept out of my parameters until now, and i’ve traveled often, too. been spreading my glory- ” he pauses, realizing that this isn’t really about him. instead, a corner of his lips raise into an all-too familiar smirk. “ ya’ mean you’ve been to that yordle city, too? i’ve always wanted to go there, but i’m too afraid i’ll get whacked in the shin by that one yordle with a hammer. ” he scoffs gently, trying to lighten his feelings with humor - though it doesn’t entirely work. “ what other trouble have ya’ gotten yourself in to? don’t tell me you’ve ran off and gotten another best friend, now. ”

[lunarscorn-blog]

❛ lunari, ❜ she corrects with annoyance. ❛ && it is less of a religion, and more of an identity. the moon is simply at the apex of it all. hardly the oddest of concepts, i’m sure. ❜

[execvtioner-blog]

            — — her tone strikes a smirk onto his features; he sits himself onto the ground before her, staring up. " well, noxians don't particularly have religions like that. tell me about it - these lunari, apologies. what's up with the moon? "

[execvtioner-blog]

harikcen:

       “Oh, sorry.” Knuckles are cracked as he shoots the other coy         smirk. “Hand slipped.”

            — — nose twitches at the man's words, though serious expression quickly fades to a smirk. " just 'cause i called your outfit ridiculous? somebody's awfully sensitive. "

[soulreaverdraven-deactivated201]

A brow rose as the soul reaver mirrored that smirk. Was this guy assuming he wasn’t… who he was? He expected confusion, but not such unrecognition. He briefly brushed a hand over his own face–maybe he looked a lot more different than he thought without the presence of his dearly missed facial hair. “I’ve seen a lot of fans take it on, yeah. It’s not somethin’ everyone can pull off well, though.”

[execvtioner-blog]

            — — his smirk is perfectly replicated on the being before him, and his nerves perk as he cocks a brow. oddly familiar, very unnerving - his nose twitches, and he scratches at the scruff at his cheek. “ fans? are you pretending you were the first with this hair? sorry, fella, but draven was the original. ”

[execvtioner-blog]

❛        starter for @lunarscorn

            — — head tilt, brows lift with intrigue. “ so you’re saying that you worship the moon? i’ve heard of a lot of odd religions, but not that. what is it again, the lunars? ”

[execvtioner-blog]

❛        starter for @harikcen

            — — ouch. wipes his bottom lip with his thumb, staring blankly at the other. “ hey, what was that for? ”

[execvtioner-blog]

❛        starter for @digital-maven​

            — — eyes scan over the being before him, head tilts curiously. “ you’re that dj-whatever, huh? you look like a robot. ”

[againwiththosewords]

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[execvtioner-blog]

❛        starter for @mastrotitta-inblu

            — — confused expression, halfway smirk layered over his features. “ i knew i’d set a hairstyle trend someday. i mean, everybody seems jealous of it. ”

[execvtioner-blog]

❛        starter for @lotus-of-noxus

            — — approaches, smirk laden over his features. “ hey rin, any good kills today? ”

[fuckyeahdesignerstubble-blog]

[veritaspia]

      Chained and shackled, oh                                      All unraveled, oh                                                             It’s a pity, oh                         Say I won’t return                                                     but I never learn                                                                               It’s a pity, OH.          [ x | x | x ]