𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐊 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐄

a broken blade confesses the sins of its master.

[noxusmade]

 noxus  was  not  what  she  thought  it  was.  in  anguish  she  destroyed  her  blade;    it  brought  her  no  relief.

ind. sel. riven.

[leafologist]

Noxus General - Riven

[noxusmade]

@blossomae said: “ why do you allow yourself to be so troubled by the opinions of Noxians? “ / from syndra!

Her answer began with a long exhale, as if she must first bear the weight of the question put upon her. ❝ It is by design, ❞ spoken flatly, slowly, glimpses of her ferocity becoming ever so slightly clearer with each following word. ❝ They moulded me, forged me. Hammered all of their ideals into my head like I was a blade over an anvil, until I was perfect. ❞ She hung on the last word, speaking it through clenched teeth, fists taught to the point of whitening, what remained of her imperturbable demeanor threatening to shatter under the tension.

Another labourered breath, as her composure regained some of its opacity. ❝ It is not an easy thing to break free of. ❞ I was duty that had kept her going this far, and a new found lack of purpose did little to stop the title of deserter from reverberating through her skull. Putting those who she would have called 'sister' to the sword only surved to push her further. ❝ I don't expect you to understand, everyone seems to have their freedom here. ❞

[noxusmade]

@vaynful said: “ you’re all greasy. you could at least change of clothes before coming out of your garage. “ don’t touch any of her stuff with those hands. ( modern ! ! 🥰

Hands raised placatively albeit the manner was somewhat lackadaisical, as if she was trying to avoid being shot, which may actually have been exactly what she was doing. The consequences for marking up the wrong antique with engine grease were unclear, but for the moment she wasn't interested in finding out. Shauna was intimidating enough when she was in a reasonable mood. All the while her brow was into an expression meant to say 'Are you serious right now?.' The accusation being leveled at her wasn't completely baseless, she was still wearing work clothes, but it's not as if she was leaving oil stains in her wake like she was a leaky engine. She was concerned enough with the interior of her own car to make sure that she was at least relatively uncontaminated. It couldn't possibly be that bad — right?

❝ I know how much you like it when I'm pretty, but it's either that or showing up on time. I've got too much going on right now to do both. ❞ Her voice held a soft monotone, it was casual for her. She liked to keep things calm — at least, most of the time — while she was able to anyway. Still, she had the sense that her efforts hadn't done much to appease her host, not that Vayne was ever easy to read, and the fact that she was forced to stare at her own reflection in the other's dark glasses wasn't helpful. ❝ Can I step inside or not? ❞

[neptunememes]

your past is dead  YET  it still haunts you  AND  you let it

[noxusmade]

thinking about riven being a street racer in modern verse n like generally getting involved with some shady shit. 

riven having a supped up racing car is kind of a neat parallel to her sword.

people assuming she’s dead after some kind of crash.

after recovering she continues to lay low n work as a mechanic or smthn.

all while trying to avoid her past as she slowly repairs what’s left of her car.

idk man, I think I’m on to something here. this is kinda hot ngl.

[dusktint]

In the air tonight.

[noxusmade]

@warwaged​​​ said:  ❛ war is not for winning. it is for surviving. ❜ (from irelia!)

     Riven  steadied  herself  with  a  slow  and  deliberate  breath,  amber  hues  continued  to  avoid  the  eyes  of  the  one  opposite  her,  fearing  that  she  may  see  what  lies  behind  them,  for  she  did  not  wish  to  know.  Anger  would  have  been  easy  to  accept,  she  had  seen  it  directed  towards  her  enough  times,  it  was  pity  or  worse,  forgiveness,  that  she  was  afraid  of.  Instead,  simply  staring  idly  into  the  muddled  surface  of  the  cup  of  tea  clasped  between  her  weathered  palms.  ❝ Such  a  thing  is  blasphemy  where  I  come  from, ❞  her  voice  was  calm  like  the  surface  of  a  still  pool,  words  spoken  in  quiet  tones,  a  contrast  to  her  warrior’s  stature.  Her  composure  was  itself  a  defiance,  in  spite  of  what  this  war  had  done  to  her,  a  small  victory. 

     She  would  have  liked  to  think  that  they  understood  each  other,  a  sense  of  respect  for  a  fellow  fighter,  even  if  they  once  stood  on  opposite  sides  of  the  invasion.  However,  her  mind  was  occupied  by  the  thought  that  were  she  in  the  Captain’s  place,  she  wouldn’t  allow  a  potential  threat  like  herself  to  remain.  Another  way  that  she  now  felt  poisoned  by  her  homeland.  Such  thoughts  only  served  to  add  to  the  winding  tension  in  her  muscles. ❝ They  say  that  dying  for  Noxus  is  the  only  death  worthy  of  a  soldier. ❞

[screnwriter-old-deactivated2021]

i just think that unhinged female characters with a little blood on their face and wrath in their eyes is pretty neat, that's all

[amouthfulloflove]

Know the prayer of fury, & know more that it has always belonged to you. But be careful. It will only make you hungrier.

Portrait of My Body as a Crime I’m Still Committing, ‘Guidebook for Wild Things Wishing to Be Tamed’ by Topaz Winters (via amouthfulloflove)

[notoriouslydevious]

Spirit Blossom Riven by 云谷

[suqling]

[noxusmade]

thinking about riven being a street racer in modern verse n like generally getting involved with some shady shit. 

riven having a supped up racing car is kind of a neat parallel to her sword.

people assuming she’s dead after some kind of crash.

after recovering she continues to lay low n work as a mechanic or smthn.

all while trying to avoid her past as she slowly repairs what’s left of her car.

idk man, I think I’m on to something here. this is kinda hot ngl.

[noxusmade]

thinkin a lot about the sheer force/effort required for riven to shatter her sword. like she actually just smashed 5ft of magic infused steel into fuckin pieces. like, damn.

[valtsv]

what if 🤔 you defeated me in battle 😔 and when you tilted my head up with your blade beneath my chin 🗡️ we accidentally kissed 💋😳

[noxusmade]

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[icedeft]

“I need your teeth in me, slow and vicious, to tell me my armor is just skin, bones, only bones.”

— Jamaal May, from “The Whetting of Teeth,” The Big Book of Exit Strategies (via lifeinpoetry)