#chaoticsonder

[spirit-of-an-exile-archive]

// (oh no) FIGHT ME

[strikewhenreadyarchive]

@chaoticsonder

“It’s true,” she admitted with a smile and a shrug. “But it might make it worse to allow it, right?” Her hands were warm, like she’d been sitting in the sun, and they scratched softly behind his ears and around the base of his braided hair. “After all, you’re pretty soft.”

“No,” he said with a shake of his head, the feeling of a strange set of hands around his ears left him feeling uncomfortable, not that he’d show it. “You’ll have your chance and then have the memory to soothe yourself with.”

“And I’m not soft,” scoffed the hunter. 

[thedanceofblades-blog]

“What was that flavor of cake you liked? I need to know because reasons.” // Hello!

Katarina stopped, blinked, opened her mouth, closed it again, frowned a little, and then spoke.

“Almost anything,” she says. “Why?”

// hiiiiii I just read your pages and I like your character :D :D

[spirit-of-an-exile-archive]

// Angel/Demon AU?

send me an au and i’ll give you 5+ headcanons about it

Fallen Angel, in which Noxus would be more like a heaven and Demacia being hell. Because I feel the true fall of Demacia would be their own hubris and failure to see their own flaws. Regardless, Riven would lose a battle and eventually fall. Like some champion maybe Yasuo would be the equivalent of Micheal and Riven being Lucifer would fall. He’d be seen as a hero, leaving her wings broken and part of her power gone.

Riven would go to a purgatory because that’s where all the lost souls go, then she would find her blade left by someone who didn’t need it to cross over anymore. Their task was to break it to pass but her task is to reforge it, unfortunately she wouldn’t know how to.

Let’s get Darksiders in here real fast. Go to Earth and save the humans, that’s your side of redemption. Unfortunately Riven was one of the best soldiers of heaven so Demacia’s own “Hellguard,” (using Darksiders terminology) is sent to stop her, not really caring about the human casualties, their plot is to get the upper hand on Heaven (Noxus.)

Riven is essentially war and throughout her journey she is slowing reforging the sword to it’s former glory.

Gotta have death so Talon would be Death in this trying to defend his fallen sister. So he’d work for a fair trial for her while she worked on her own inner strength.

[judgementcxt]

"Oh, that's nice."

“...It’s just an apple tree.”

[blades-diplomat]

"Waltz with me." // helloooo

// You now have permission to drag my muse out onto the dance floor! Send ‘Waltz with me’ to see their reaction. //

Read more for length ;v;

Parties and silly little celebrations was never really Talon’s thing.  He was a simple bystander soaking in the calmness while it lasted.  Peace was a rare occurrence in Noxus, so he would not let the opportunity to relax slip away.  Though he was satisfied with how smoothly things were running, Talon was never really the type of person to openly admit to his own happiness or even his own contentment.

There was no intent on celebrating for no reason, which was exactly what kept the assassin in the shadows, lurking far away from the swarming crowds of people that seemed too happy for their own damn good.  Why did the Du Couteau household attend such events?  Why bother smiling at the person who would be at the edge of your blade the very next day?  Though he was a Noxian, he would never even understand his own people.

Deciding that he had seen enough, Talon was about to take his leave.  That is, until an all too familiar voice approached him with a simple request.  He was surprised that Sonder had found him, much less have the courage to approach.

It was true that he had a decent amount of knowledge on dance, given the fact that the lessons were practically forcibly beaten into him.  It would have been so much easier to simply decline her offer and leave, but Rose had welcomed him into her home multiple times.  The least he could do is humor her...  just this once, even if it was absolutely humiliating to be seen by other Noxians.

“Do you really wish to be seen dancing with a gutter rat such as myself, Sonder?”  Talon questioned as he extended a hand to accommodate her request.  “It’s not too late to change your mind.”

chaoticsonder

[ask-riven]

"A small soy latte, please?"

See, why can’t more people be this nice?  No talking armadillos, no weird spider legs, no giant fishes asking me to dinner, no snarky manchildren shouting at me like they’re socially inept.  Thank you...uh...Rose.

“Rose”