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[primetime-draven]

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Going on a short hiatus. Probably will not last longer than a few days and I’ll still be around my Lucian blog. If you see me logged in this one it’s probably from mobile. More details.

[primetime-draven]

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Going on a short hiatus. Probably will not last longer than a few days and I’ll still be around my Lucian blog. If you see me logged in this one it’s probably from mobile. More details.

[primetime-draven]

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Going on a short hiatus. Probably will not last longer than a few days and I'll still be around my Lucian blog. If you see me logged in this one it's probably from mobile. More details under the cut.

Why the hiatus? Personal reasons. No, no one has made me angry, nor did I stop liking Draven. I've thoroughly enjoyed being part of the Draven community and a Blood Brother so that's not it either. I'm simply too insecure of a roleplayer and feel like I'm always a third or fourth choice when it comes to my muse, as silly as this may sound. Writing has also been complicated lately and the drafts keep piling up... These two things combined have made me very nervous about my blog, turning it into a source of stress instead of entertainment. I need a breather.

No, I don't hate you: tagging everyone I have an active thread with/owe something to and/or are my frequent partners: noxian-perfection​ thesuperiorsoulreaver noxian-fist artist-with-a-sword the-razzledazzle-knight essence-flux-primed prodigal-ezreal obnoxiousnoxian twoshivsonebox spirit-of-an-exile strengthprevails synvillan (probably forgetting people. not mentioning friends who I don't rp much with since I have other methods of communication with those).

Think this is all. If you want my Skype feel free to send an ask to Lucian! Will queue the upper part of the post with a link to the full thing, feel free to blacklist #We'll be right back with more Draven!

[primetime-draven]

// I think I might need to go on a hiatus...

This blog is making me senselessly nervous. Would probably be better to stick to Lucian only for a while, hmmm....

[primetime-draven]

// Falls asleep on drafts tbh

[strengthprevails]

"Neither are you, if you and your brother both continue to serve it so mindlessly." Draven could boast of Darius’ strength, both directly and indirectly, all he wanted; no Hand of Noxus would ever scare her or make her recant her words. (Because if there was anyone who could defeat her in battle, they earned the victory—but she wouldn’t let there be any who could. She hadn’t come this far to be so easily shut down.)

[primetime-draven]

"Mindlessly? Last I heard my brother was very keen on changing things… Maybe he agrees with you. I’ve heard countless speeches about restoring the former glory of Noxus and how he believes Swain’s the key or something… I tend to tune out. Draven doesn’t do politics." He shrugged. "Guess none of it matters to you anyway, since Noxus doesn't take kindly to runaways. Maybe you should try your luck in Demacia. Hah!"

[synvillan]

He snorted, hand covering his mouth, though his huge smile was apparent regardless. It was clear he was trying to not laugh, lower eyelids curving up as he looked at Draven. “You’re awful funny, y’know that?” He commented, twining his fingers and resting his chin over his hands. “You know what illusions are, right?” He pressed, entirely ignoring the Noxian’s offence, tilting his head.

"I know what you can do. But you don’t know what I can.” He quipped, closing his eyes for a moment. “Always have to have compliments said a certain way, huh? Sadly, I’m not much of an ass kisser, so that’s the best you’re going to get.” He flashed a cheery smile. “Sorr-ee!”

[primetime-draven]

"Funny? Illusions? Am I talking to a ghost or something? I don't have time for this, kid. You may want to leave before I get a bit... Careless." His face mirrored his impatience, but any thought of walking away had disappeared; he couldn't just ignore a challenge.

"You aren't even making sense right now. Like hell you know what I can do. Hah! Only Draven knows what Draven can do. And a little respect would be appreciated. Once more, what the fuck do you want?"

[spirit-of-an-exile-archive]

"Must’ve been the guy who just walked off in a huff," she shrugged. "Yeah some guy was mumbling about a ‘Blond asshole takin’ too long,’ got in his car and sped away." She took one look at his hair and then back to him expression not changing. "Awkward…"

"I work here part time and I’m waiting for a cab…it’s been 30 minutes at least. You do looking familiar though."

[primetime-draven]

"Whaaaaaaaat?" The indignation is overly clear in his voice. "He walked off? Wow. Just fucking wow." His jacket had fallen to the ground as he curled his fists in exasperation through his short tantrum. Picking it up with a huff, he turned to Riven.

"Familiar?! I'm fucking Draven. I mean. I'm Draven." Kinda also fucking Draven but that doesn't exactly matter right now. "Draaaven? Ring any bells? I can't fucking believe this."

[spirit-of-an-exile-archive]

Riven perked her head up hearing shoes hit the ground. Before she could make a run for it she was spotted. Cursing herself for staying around too long she spun on her heals to the person ‘addressing’ her.

"Riven, just Riven." She said with a stoic expression, she was already annoyed with the way he spoke but there was no helping it. That’s who he was, at least around her. "No, why would I do that?"

[primetime-draven]

"Riven? Ah. Oops? Heh." His brow furrowed when he heard her next words though, confusion spreading all over his face. "Because I was told a person would be waiting here to take me home. And you're the only one around here." He stretched his arms, almost dropping his jacket, to demonstrate how the place was empty. "Unless there's someone invisible."

Draven looked around once more before turning back to her. "So, we going? I'm a celebrity, can't really walk home alone. Studio rules or whatever."

[primetime-draven]

spirit-of-an-exile

Draven left the studio, a black jacket swung over his shoulder and sunglasses on despite the fact that it was dark already. A quick look around the barren land behind the building made it clear there was only one person standing there.

As he approached said person, something familiar about them made him pull his shades downwards and peer from above them, eyebrows raised.

"Hey! You. Not who I was expecting but... Whatever. Your name was... Something to do with water, right? Lake? River? Ocean? Beach? ...Bitch? Haha! Either way, you taking me home?" He pushed his sunglasses back to their original position and crossed his arms, waiting.

[strengthprevails]

"I don’t need to clean my name," Riven snapped. She couldn’t let Draven rile her up and let the taunts get to her, but even after all these years, it was still hard not to let the ridicule seep through. “And I have no interest in an army that serves a cowardly government.”

[primetime-draven]

"Whatever you say, darling." Draven flashed her a grin that lasted only a few seconds. "But it if you really go around calling the government of the great Noxus nation cowardly... Well, you aren't very smart, are you? Pray my brother doesn't hear you." Personally he didn't care much; what he wanted was an audience, and while he still upheld the Noxian values he wouldn't risk his life to defend his country's glory.

[primetime-draven]

// i'm sorry i'll reply to everything later (probably tomorrow), headache and tired and yeah

in my drafts i have forsaken-purpose noxian-perfection prodigal-ezreal (i'm sorry!) & the-razzledazzle-knight — may be forgetting someone?

[primetime-draven]

// stuff i want to rp as:

- a member of the order of shadows (oc) - a stalker that doesn't even fit with the new lore yay (oc) - elise - at least two fire emblem: awakening characters

stuff i have no time to rp as:

- everything including my two current blogs please teach me time management skills

[primetime-draven]

// the whole Shurima lore strikes me as poor writing and a lot of asspulls but maybe I’m just missing something…

[noxianaxe-deactivated20141023]

((I like you now.))

[primetime-draven]

// You didn’t before…? Wow. Rude.

[noxianaxe-deactivated20141023]

((I MADE IT PURELY FOR COMEDIC PURPOSES SHH.))

[primetime-draven]

//You're the worst big brother ever.

[synvillan]

He retained a playfully innocent look, folding his arms behind his back. “Just pointing it out.” He hummed, eyeing him closely. A crinkle of the nose, not something he was unused to. His eyebrow raised, and he inclined his head slightly towards the drink. “That’s keeping you busy?” He asked, narrowing his eyes with a teasing look.

He pulled his lower lid down slightly, making a face. “I think my eyes are pretty normal.” He responded, though not quite in a defensive manner. “Maybe your eyes look the same and you just can’t tell!” He covered his grin with a hand, shrugging. “I’m not from the Void, I can assure you that. I just thought a conversation would be.. Interesting! You’re pretty interesting.”

[primetime-draven]

"Just pointi—what the fuck do you even want?" He would have crossed his arms if one of his hands wasn't occupied; instead he settled by sticking the free hand into his pants' pocket and straightening himself, eyeing the other from above.

"My eyes definitely do not look the same. Unlike you, I have a mirror or ten at home." Now he frowned, any remainder of his good mood gone. "And yes I am interesting but the way you say it makes it sound like I'm interesting the same way some gross larvae is interesting for a scientist. You ain't above me, kid—not in any sense of the word. Need a demonstration of my superiority?"

[the-razzledazzle-knight-blog]

₪ [no I haven't forgotten the other thread—]

||Send ₪ for my muse’s reaction to yours joining them in a bubble bath||

Taric let out a small squeak! when Draven entered his tub. He quickly pulled his legs up to his chest, giving the other plenty of room. This was completely unexpected, then again, who could ever predict what Draven would do anyway?The knight shifted slightly, his cheeks turning pink in colour. He just wanted to relax in his warm bath, he didn’t think anyone would just let themselves in, especially not Draven of all people, “…. I.. Uh, hi Draven.. Talk about a.. surprise…” he mumbled, looking everywhere else but at the other.

[primetime-draven]

Draven muffled out a chuckle at the other's exclamation but didn't comment on it. Instead he flashed his best grin and winked.

"Hey, Gems. Can't believe you're keeping all the bubbles to yourself. How egoistic. I'll do you the favour of gracing you with Draven's company. Appreciate it and wash my back, maybe?"

He relaxed in the tub, resting his feet on the edge. Water dripped from them onto the bathroom's floor, but he could care less. "Didn't bring any drinks? I could do with a cocktail right about now."

[forsaken-purpose]

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[forsaken-purpose]

Varus’ clawed fingers had, at last, released their grip on the table, curling under his jaw in some semblance of calm—until, of course, Draven decided to approach him personally. 

His reaction was violent, especially one so stoic as the archer was, and it looked almost like he’d jumped out of his skin, but it was more surprise at the sudden wave of rage and nausea that he felt at having the other so close, than actual surprise at his voice. 

Purple legs? Buy him food? The only thing that would betray that Ionian’s rage was the subtle twitch in his face—the corner of his eye and his lip, as if it wanted to bear back in a snarl but he wouldn’t let it, and indeed Varus was fighting very hard against simply lashing out and throttling the other man right there. 

"…" His lips twisted into something like a grin. "Buy you food? Buy you food?” Blank eyes shifted to the side, and Varus looked positively gleeful, like he was going to burst into laughter before his expression flattened again. “My apologies—I don’t buy food for Noxians unless they’re on their knees. I suggest you start grovelling if you want it now; maybe you’ll get a morsel by next Snowdown.”

[primetime-draven]

Draven was completely oblivious to the change in the other's attitude, especially since he had been busy yawning. He blinked slowly, his anger turned into tiredness. But as the other spoke he was brought back into reality, arching his eyebrows at the negative response.

"Really? Wow. Aren't you a sweetheart." He grabbed the wooden table, lifting it off the ground; but instead of flipping it or throwing it away he let it drop back down with a loud thud.

"How about I teach you some respect? Won't even ask for anything in return. Though food would be nice." His upper lip curled in annoyance although his voice remained as calm as ever. What a disgusting little creature the blighted Ionian had turned out to be.