Blood for Noxus

The side Role playing blog for KatarinaDuCouteau.tumblr.com Tracks the tag: KatarinaDuXouteau

[222manythoughts]

I’m getting bad again..

[katarinaduxouteau]

☒ well this is good and appropriate

“I absolutely love your hair,” the Noxian pipes, the imagined violence within her gaze all but dripping. “Its so... Long... Thick... I’d love to have some of that for myself...”

A single finger lifts, offering the ivory tresses a simple caress as emerald dared to meet the cautious eyes of the Freljordian. With a small smile playing upon her thin lips, Katarina allows her hand to fall back to her side as she watches almost innocently, curiously before continuing on.

“Cut it off at the scalp... Dull razors would work... Braid these locks, twist them tight, wind with barbed wire... Bind you with the strand... Silver and white, those have always been such gorgeous colors to me. And red... Don’t forget the red that would follow.”

Why the Frosted Archer had asked her this, Katarina would never know. And yet, who was she to deny the ignorant knowledge sought? It was only right to educate the masses after all.

“Did you know you can strip a human of their major tendons while preserving their life? An example, to cut out the thick one, running from heel to knee.... You can cut those out and with enough jagged clamps pinching at veins and prompt stitching, the body will heal.. recover good as new... Minus the pieces removed, of course...”

Another touch, soft in nature as before, spared to the colorless strands of hair.

“I would keep you... Display you... And you could never leave, never die... I’d make you personally greet every person to set foot into my home... After all, what are pretty little dolls for?”

[katarinaduxouteau]

☒

Lips curled wickedly as the insignificant plant inquired. There were many different ways that the Noxian could go about her work. From the typical ways that one might tend to a human, to the many other ways one might tend to a plant… Choices, choices, choices…

“I’d like to see what happens when I cut those leaves,” the Noble smiled, almost sweet had it not been from the nature of her words. “Would you scream? Would they bleed? What happens I wonder, should I yank one of them free?”

Katarina stalked idly around Zyra, emerald hues lazily taking in the being’s scant form. Circling, like the predator she was, with judgement clear within her gaze before she scoffed. Eyes finally found Zyra’s own before she opted to speak once more.

“Once my curiosity with that aspect has been sated, well… Have you ever heard of a Brazen Bull? No doubt that might be fun, given your sensitivity to heat and complete darkness…”

[inboxideas]

Send a ☒ and my character will detail how they'd torture yours.

this meme is implying that, were it not that character’s natural tendency, they were being forced to torture yours.

i can’t breathe

[liveit-acceptit]

Need to get to that level

[fitfaithtravels-deactivated2017]

I need a pull up bar stat. Also I saw the tats and automatically thought of @oatsnjen

[oatsnjen-deactivated20180225]

Omg 😍

[league-of-legends-sexy-girls]

Katarina by Taystamah

[ubergirls]

Michelle Lewin

[meiselr]

you are a weapon, and weapons do not weep | h.a

[wordsnquotes]

She was so much better at being alone; being alone came more naturally to her. She led a life of deliberate solitude, and if occasional loneliness crept in, she knew how to work her way out… Or even better, how to sink in and absorb its particular comforts.

Cynthia D'Aprix Sweeney, The Nest (via wordsnquotes)

[won-der-land89]

[musesgonnamuse]

that’s the DIFFERENCE between YOU & ME

          you WEAR a weapon

                                       i AM a weapon

[envyavenue]

Idadora by Felipe Goncalves

[fuckyeahfeminists]

Each one of these women is an Olympic athlete. Let’s challenge the notion that thinness is the only indicator of health and fitness.

[positiveconnotation]

This needs to be reblogged again.

[witwitch-deactivated20160508]

Women need to see images of strong female bodies, it seems like the world only wants to show us being weak or fragile

[betterthankanyebitch]

[dirigma]

Did you cut your hands on me? Are my edges sharp?

Sufjan Stevens, Enchanting Ghost (via vixenas)

[sixpenceee]

A 2,500 year old Scythian comb. This is beautiful! (Source)

[sabalaba]

Most lit afro pick I ever seen

[cassiopeiaducouteau]

trust your instinct.

[cassiopeiaducouteau]

“For very good reason.” 

And it was a good reason. A trip to Shurima was no small feat, getting there alone could take two weeks. Then, there was the matter of charming that little barbarian Queen with enough coin. Cassiopeia knew worrying little of the battlemistress, only of her hunger for coin, but the trip could easily turn sour if the bounty proved not enough. It was after all essential that her escort be none other than Sivir herself. 

Free hand sought the stool beneath the dressing table, tugging it out from under it with a single deft movement. She stepped aside, gesturing again. She didn’t want to ask, didn’t feel like she should have to, but Cassiopeia knew that face. It was the expression Katarina took when she was feeling particularly brattish. Once, it had been reserved for their mother, but this role – the one of making her presentable – had long since fallen on Cassiopeia’s shoulders, and she neither had time nor will to fight Katarina. 

“Please sit, Katarina. Your hair will need co-ordinated with your outfit, and if you don’t let me do it, who will? You?”

Cassiopeia didn’t need to scoff to give meaning to that particular sentence. Nonetheless, she gave a small sigh, the expression on her face permanently amused and one arched brow cocked as her head tilted. Perhaps she could distract Katarina with a finer promise; for the implication of her meaning surely was not going to please. 

“You needn’t worry. This will be the last event I drag you with me to for a long time, dear sister.” 

[katarinaduxouteau]

The Eldest Noble scoffed where her kin did not, nose crinkled as she shot her beloved baby sister the dirtiest look she could muster. And yet, despite her childish display, feet were already moving, carrying her to the familiar position between Cassiopeia’s feet upon the floor. However, as she moved to seat herself cross-legged, two words stuck out to her, somehow managed to rub her in the wrong way.

“What do you mean by ‘long time?’” Katarina grunted, any retort that may have been offered in regards to Cassiopeia’s sass dying on her tongue. It wouldn’t kill her to let this one slide, right? “As in you’re going to wait for a whole two weeks between parties before making me attend the next?”

Emerald lingered only for a moment upon eyes colored identically to her own before she turned around, finally settling into her position and internally bracing herself for those first few agonizing pulls of the brush; her hair was only ever maintained perfectly, however hair that met ones belt line often tangled itself more frequently than not. She had just come from the training ground, no doubt there were knots a plenty.

And yet, Katarina never truly minded. If she did, she would not be seated between her sisters feet, obediently waiting for the brush. Perhaps it was because it reminded her so strongly of the mother who had long since been absent from their lives, the victim of illness long, long ago. While Katarina held little affection for the memory of her Parent, there was an undeniable need that was sated by her sister replicating those motions. 

With a heavy sigh and little concern for the trouble it may bring, Katarina leaned against Cassiopiea’s legs and fingers immediately produced a single, silvered blade. A toy to busy fidgety digits while the teeth of the brush buried themselves within her long, crimson tresses. 

“... In one month, I’ll be leaving for Ionia,” Katarina murmured, allowing the words to flow without second thought. She had confessed her plans two weeks prior to her sister, was thankful for the way Cassiopiea didn’t push for her reasons, however-- the truth of the matter was that Katarina hadn’t bothered to confess all of what she had to tend to overseas. Why worry her sister by informing her that Katarina was being assigned to Ionian soil to investigate a series of ghoulish murders of Noxian personnel? Why bother explaining that the victims had their skin flayed, faces occasionally removed?

“Remind me again what you’re to tend to while I’m away? I know we’ve gone over this at least thirteen times, but I can’t have any problems to deal with regarding our House.”