Come Out And Play

Independent Draven roleplay blog. Will RP with any and all League of Legends characters, and fully open to cross-fandom roleplay. Please read the rules (they're more common courtesy anyway), feel free to shoot me a starter/ask, and have fun! Current Magic!Anon; None. Magic Anons welcome! Multi-fandom friendly!

[twoshivsonebox]

Hm

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Hmm

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Hmmm

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Hmmmm

[essence-flux-primed]

Obnoxious hair ruffle. For old time's sake.

⋆ — “H-hey!” Ezreal all but throws Draven’s hands off him, even stepping (almost)  out of range of more unwarranted ‘affection.’ Though he glares at Draven for a long moment, he eventually concedes with a roll of his eyes. “I already told you not to mess with my hair.”

[noxian-perfection]

A low chuckle that built into a deep laughter, and the Executioner turned brilliant green eyes down to his old uh... ‘friend’. The glare didn’t last long and, in Draven’s mind, the eye roll was Ezreal’s attempt to hide his glee. After all who wouldn’t be thrilled to be confronted with Draven after all this time? 

“Yeah yeah, whatever y’say. Brat.” A sharp toothed grin and Draven moved to throw a strong arm around the blond’s shoulders instead, yanking him in close. “Y’missed Draven really.” 

[purged-with-silver-deactivated2]

"Draven doesn't like you."

‘‘Clearly, I am distraught.’‘

[noxian-perfection]

“Yeah yeah, it can’t be helped. Draven would say sorry, but he’s really not. He’ll give you a tissue to dry your heartbroken tears with though. Ha!”

[yasuo-the-unforgiven]

"How about Draven calls you Daddy, eh?" Grin.

“I see no harm in it…”

“…at least not for me…”

[noxian-perfection]

“Eh, well it ain’t like any harm’s gonna come to Draven… so…”

“Hey Daddy, wanna play with Draven?”

[noxian-perfection]

“Just sayin’... Draven ain’t responsible for what happens if the spook keeps screechin’. Don’t sing unless you got a damn perfect voice, like Draven.”

[noxian-perfection]

I CAN SING IF I WANT TO YOU CAN'T CONTROL ME

"Watch Draven shove an axe down your throat. ...neck hole. Whatever the fuck you have."

[curiousitykilledthelady-blog]

Reblog if your muse has a nice butt

[twoshivsonebox]

Kicks him. For old time's sake? Why not.

Grunts. Y’vanish for a few years and then ya kick me?

[noxian-perfection]

twoshivsonebox: 

Shrugs and gestures for the man to join him, thoughts swirling idly between surprise and confusion. His mood swang with his thought process. “A drink or fifty it is. Perhaps we can catch up more then, mm?”

“Sounds good to Draven, you can tell him just how shit your life has been without him in it,” he smirked, “and just how much better shit is now.” 

It never once occurred to Draven that maybe Shaco had moved on with his life and that him showing up again only threatened to re-open wounds the man had never expected to feel pain from again. Nope, as far as Draven was concerned him showing up again could only be the best thing to ever happen. 

“Be prepared for Draven to get shit-faced,” the Executioner chuckled as he brushed past Shaco, a hand beckoning over his shoulder for the man to follow him deep into Noxus, “he needs some good Noxian whiskey. You won’t believe the shit he’s had to drink while outta town.”

[tantibus-aeternam]

Throws a bottle cap at him.

Your face looks like a butt.

[noxian-perfection]

tantibus-aeternam:

Not just ‘a dragon’ you inbred little mite. A majestic, all powerful star dragon!

“Call it what you damn like, it’s still fucking a dragon. Ha! Draven’s got standards more expansive than the damn stars, and nobody meets ‘em.” 

[tantibus-aeternam]

Throws a bottle cap at him.

Your face looks like a butt.

[noxian-perfection]

tantibus-aeternam:

Why are you so disgusting.

“Draven? Disgusting? As if!” A broad grin full of sharp teeth. “I’m not the inhuman shit fucking a dragon.” 

[tantibus-aeternam]

Throws a bottle cap at him.

Your face looks like a butt.

[noxian-perfection]

tantibus-aeternam:

Perfection is a lie. You. You are a lie. Draven is a lie.

“Nothin’ about Draven is a lie, ‘cept your insistence that you don’t worship him.” 

[tantibus-aeternam]

Throws a bottle cap at him.

Your face looks like a butt.

[noxian-perfection]

“Ha! Yeah, right! Even if it did, it’d look like the hottest ass out there. But no, Draven’s face is perfection.” 

[noxian-perfection]

noxian-perfection:

Tagged by: primetime-draven

Name of character: Draven Dominus.

Picture: 

Two headcanons that you have never told anyone:

I think I did mention it, but since I’ve been reminded of it; Draven cannot swim. At all. He’s never had a need to learn. 

During his childhood Draven used to play in abandoned smuggler tunnels in the Noxus underground. He eventually grew to know them better than their previous owners.

Three things your muse loves doing in their spare time:

Eating.

Sleeping.

Gambling. Ofc it’s not much of a gamble if you know you’re gonna leave with the gold one way or another.

Four people that your muse loves:

Darius.

Shaco.

Soul Reaver.

Taric. Dem hair pets tho.

Three fond less awful childhood memories:

He once found a golden bracelet buried in the dirt of one of the smuggler tunnels he played in. It sold for enough to feed him and Darius for a short time, and it made him feel proud that he could do something to help them both.

Darius braiding his hair when it started to get too long. A tradition that he still enjoys now.

He made friends with a stray kitten for a time, it kept coming to visit them and Draven grew very attached to it. Sadly when they got moved on he had to say goodbye to the creature and it left him upset for a good time. 

[leagueofderp]

*Violently presses button for ability that's on cooldown*

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[[Old art re-upload because RP blog nostalgia.]]

[twoshivsonebox]

Kicks him. For old time's sake? Why not.

Grunts. Y’vanish for a few years and then ya kick me?

[noxian-perfection]

twoshivsonebox:

noxian-perfection:

“Well duh,” Draven snickered, finally removing his hand to place both on his own hips as he leaned into Shaco’s personal space. Inches between their noses, the Executioner rose a single eyebrow not in question but in a very self-sure display of amusement. 

He knew it… but in saying what he had Shaco had inadvertently admitted that the jester himself had missed him? It didn’t seem to be something he’d wanted to let on earlier. 

“So. Where’s Draven’s welcome home present?” 

Dropping his own hand in turn, lifting it to run through his hair slowly, making a conscious effort to control his breathing. “I don’t have one prepared off hand. What would you like?” He asked calmly, as he rested his hand on the back of his neck, tilting his head curiously. Shaggy hair slid with the tilt, he shifted his weight to the same side. What a strange day, after so many dull empty days.

“You don’t have a gift for Draven, even though he’s here gracing you with his glorious presence?” Draven scoffed, curling a lip down at the man. But it didn’t last long. 

Not before he’d slung an arm around the jester’s shoulders and yanked him into his side, scruffling the man’s hair with his knuckles. 

“Well y’know Draven, he’s never gonna turn down a drink or fifty.” 

[twoshivsonebox]

Kicks him. For old time's sake? Why not.

Grunts. Y’vanish for a few years and then ya kick me?

[noxian-perfection]

twoshivsonebox:

Shaco’s expression softened, as he allowed himself to savour the gift that was before him. The memories, the familiarity. He had missed the man, and mourned his disappearance for a long time, longer than he’d ever admit. Except perhaps, to Draven himself. He’d like that. A rush rolled along the jesters spine. It came so easy, the thoughts of caring, of what would make Draven happy.

“Well.. you’re not wrong, as usual.” A grin, “Your fans, everyone.. yes. You are a more than welcome sight, but you knew that didn’t you?”

“Well duh,” Draven snickered, finally removing his hand to place both on his own hips as he leaned into Shaco’s personal space. Inches between their noses, the Executioner rose a single eyebrow not in question but in a very self-sure display of amusement. 

He knew it... but in saying what he had Shaco had inadvertently admitted that the jester himself had missed him? It didn’t seem to be something he’d wanted to let on earlier. 

“So. Where’s Draven’s welcome home present?”