#exposeyourneck

[ravenousflocks-backup]

Misconception. Swain thinks Darius is a fool, and has him used for pitiful muscle in his plans.

// Massively, unbelievably false. You don’t get to the top through intrigue without being able to imagine everyone you meet as a complex entity. Everyone has their stories, everyone has their details, and no one is entirely an idiot.

Especially not Darius. Darius isn’t even remotely an idiot--he just seems to prefer a certain level of violence over politics and world-changing games of chess. He knows what he’s doing, he knows how to lead. You don’t become a high-ranking anything in Noxus without a bit of smarts, much less the godsdamn Hand himself.

While Darius doesn’t--can’t--know all of Swain’s inner workings, he is the Grand General’s most trusted adviser, as relative a term as that might be. And in a confused, over-dependent on power dynamics kind of way, Darius is a good friend.

[fleshforsaken]

/ Viktor is secretly Darius's dad :^)

// Totally, completely, 100% canon. There is nothing about this that isn’t completely supported  by Rito.

[ravenousflocks-backup]

exposeyourneck:

Thick fingers set themselves onto the wooden desk that made excruciating sounds when leaned upon, in a weak attempt to steady his overheavy frame, not daring to bring direct eye contact upon the man before him. It was nerve-wracking to be in this state whilst presenting himself to the latter, and a wave of i n t i m i d a t i o n had washed over the drunken haze, knowing quite well that to lie to such a figure would not end successfully. ❝Like ❛ell I’ve been drinking, you'da murdered me by now.❞ Slurring, blurry words had meshed into one another, and nausea had now began to take its toll on the General’s body, a vague dizziness lacing into the sickness. ❝You’da known damned well as I do tha’ I haven’t drank in m o n t h s.❞

Swain shifts in his seat, away from the titan of a man leaning against his desk. He can’t help but curl his lip behind the cloth mask at the sight of his Hand so... disgraced. How the mighty fall.

“You and I both know you’re a terrible liar,” he says, arching an eyebrow as he observes Darius’s movements. “Even more so now that you’ve apparently drowned yourself in an entire wine cellar.” As if there’s any other way for a man of his mass to get drunk. “Sit down before you break the furniture, General. We clearly have matters to discuss.” He emphasizes Darius’s title, as if to remind him of how utterly unbecoming his behavior is to a man of rank.

[bytheblades]

✩ /squeaks

✩ You intimidate me

[ Nooo shhh!!! Don’t be intimidated by my lame ass I am such a giant spooky potato tHERE IS NO REASON. Come, come into my embrace - it’s filled with equal amounts crack, angst, anD NOXUS. ]

[prcdigial-blog]

time flies. turning the bottle of amber beer. you fly to your end - come dance with dea(me)th.

ezreal trailed fingers over a bottle - ice cold from the fridge. slightly shaky and twitchy fingers handed it to the roommate who smelled of nothing but the thick scent of beer. the other wanted a refill but wouldn’t get it.

“ ugh. how can ya drink th’ shit consistently? i can only drink, like, one or two in a month. “ then again, ezreal’s stomach rarely handled food to eat - let alone ingested anything but water or juice.

dropping a sparkling rock into his pipe - the last one he decided to have before he replenished the stash - he lit up the bowl, inhaling a plume of crystal smoke. a light sigh of relief, the shaking of his body seeming to cease - he was in control again, the world was in his hand by its balls once more.

curled up on his char in a small ball, the teen - only just barely 25, really ( hell, he was only 22 ) - continued to savor that rock of ice until he decided to scrape up as many bills as he could find ( or thieve ).

“ oi. dari. got any money ya can lend me? i’ll pay ya back by payin’ all th’ rent this month once my check comes in. “

the words of ta typical tweaker - i’ll pay you back on such and such a date - would usually slide from his lips. unlike most typical tweakers, however, ezreal was always good for it. always good for the money he was promising.

[starryoolong]

Crushing Defeat-- Captivity

His wrists were roped tightly to the back of the chair he sat in in the middle of a dank and dimly lit room. His weary form slouched over with gritted teeth as he tried to bear the agonizing pain that surged throughout every bit of skin and muscle on his body. For the first time in his life, he felt truly helpless and the only thing that kept his eyes wide open was the mere thought of where he had gone wrong in that battle. What had been his error?

That did not hold any real importance in the long run. That thought was just something to pass time as he waited for his next punishment and at this point is didn’t seem as thought it could get much worse if they planned on extracting any fragments of information from him other than his biological coding that stuck dryly to his skin from the small, shallow cuts placed carefully and painfully slow on his skin the previous night. They decorated both arms in a scattered manner as well as his chest, though those ones were made with longer strokes and taken care of last. This method in particular was done every other night during the final hour.

The prince’s eyes watched the floor as he heard slow footsteps entering the room and slamming the door shut leaving the sound of clear displeasure to ring through the hollow space. Jarvan did not bother to lift his head or to glance at the man who approached him. It would not serve him any good nor would meeting the others eyes. Doing that might leave him with a more worse fate than he currently had. All he wished to do was sleep even if only for a few minutes-- even if it led him to never awaking again. He was simply to worn down care.

As the final steps were taken into position his hair was roughly balled up in a fist and yanked back hard, leaving an ache in his neck. Jarvan’s eyes rushed up the dark figure before him in a blur, meeting frustrated eyes and a forehead with veins practically ready to burst. “Are you going to talk today?” The raspy voice snapped at him and all he did was stare back at him before he snatched up the prince’s chin and covered hes head in a cloth, soon proceeding to dump large amounts of water over his face.

It felt as though he had been submerged under water and he couldn’t reach the surface. The surprise of the freezing water splashing all over him was enough to wake him up and put him into a panicking state, twisting and squirming in the seat and then it stopped. “How about now?” Again, there was no response and then it started all over again. The only difference is that he was ready this time, so he held his breath for as long as he could before he began to choke again. This went on several more times in the same pattern before the man gave up, his loud, frustrated footsteps bursting through the room.

The prince finally released a sigh of relief as his muscles began to relax, the awakening effects of the frosty water wearing off as he became spent all over again.

If necessary, he would bring all of his knowledge to the grave. That is what a prince must do. This is how he was raised. Everyone is expendable. Everyone.

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[seren-richter-blog]

exposeyourneck started following you

“Ah~ General Darius,” the Demacian soldier was wearing his ever-present smile, “I would say I’m concerned, but I’m not terribly so. How are you? Commit any atrocities lately~?”

[hero-of-heights]

exposeyourneck

“Wh-what are...what a-are you doing here?”