Mar 10, 2016
'A new moon is rising.'
“ For both of us, partner. “
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'A new moon is rising.'
“ For both of us, partner. “
"What do YOU want to become?”
What a strange visitor. Out of anyone he could of expected, the Exile of Noxus was one of the last he had thought to see. “Who is to say I want to become anything? I am simply what I am.”
It followed with a empty chuckle, one that was devoid of warmth. “But I suppose that is a weak answer. I want to be free, that is all. To not be shackled but some duty or cause that is not my own. To be my own master.”
“You’re no longer a man. You’re a beast.”
“Yes, a beast by your own design Noxian scum.” he practically spat at her. “It was your people that made me fall to this state, but even as a beast I can face the actions I have taken. All you have done is run from them, trying to seek redemption. For beasts like us, there is no redemption, all we can do is accept our fate and howl until we die.”
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unhappy baby overcompensating for hobo-ness with a big sword
even though it’s fucking broken
no that it not innuendo she just has a big broken sword
sucks to be you
just some windy bitch tbh
well breezy bitch because janna is the true windy bitch
broken wings
aka is trying to be pretentious with some metaphorical name for her abilities
the mun was dumb enough to think chicken fries would be cool
they’re just chicken sticks come on that’s lame
as lame as hobo riven
the mun also has a life outside of tumblr, ew
wHAT IS THIS LACK OF CAPITAL LETTERS HOW DARE YOU IMPINGE ON MY GRAMMARNESS
what are you too good for proper grammar
trying to be all uppity with your fancy formatting well you know what would make it better cAPITAL LETTERS IN THE RIGHT PLACE
would be shittier but actually lives in narnia with me so i guess you’re okay
@riive))
"Here." and she tosses half of the bird that she roasted over the fire to the canine, the other half lay on top of leaves she used for a makeshift plate. it wasn't everyday she'll stumble across wolves ; more so wolves that did not dare attack her at plain sight. though the offering she gives was rather minuscule, it was better than nothing. "Eat up. It's a bit.. gamey, but it's food."
He catches it expertly in his mouth, moving over to place it on a rock, rather than the dirt before starting to eat it. It’s ironic, he’s gotten more handouts as a damned dog than he did as a child in the streets. He’s hungry, and it goes quickly, finishing before turning around to give her a nod. “Thank you, Riven.”
Delirious
Put a word in my ask and I will write a Headcanon about it for my Muse.
It would be kind to call the state that Cassiopeia fell into upon being cursed delirium. For a time she remained in the tomb, but it was hardly peaceful. The whole place was silent after Xerath and Renekton burst forth, Cassiopeia left to scramble as best she could away, sinking into the shadows in the hope almost that she could simply disappear, pretend that none of it was happening. This is a very arrogant woman, who has never been thrust into a situation she could not turn to her advantage. This not only does that, but has become so stupendously outrageous that, even stuck on the ground unable to walk because her legs have been replaced with a tail, she simply cannot believe it.
Her instinctive defenses kick in. Through years of social politics, the only way she can survive is to convince herself she’s right. So for those first few days she struggles, believes it all a dream, forces herself to sleep among rubble in the hopes that she might wake up and be at home, in her large, soft bed with nothing but Katarina screaming at the servants to disturb her.
It takes almost three days for her to wake up lucid, for hunger to overcome her desire not to admit that this was entirely unexpected and inconceivably a loss.
Monster
send me a word and i will do the headcanon thing about it
DEMON. squints are you trying to imply something to me friend
In Jhin's eyes, his humanity was the least consequential sacrifce for his art. Humanity, in of itself, is an intangible thought. An ideal that will never be truly achieved -- because at the end, we are all monsters. The difference between him and you and I is his assertiveness on the subject.
His perception of himself is naturally biased, of course. His morality has been far too long gone for him to remember what it felt like. It was, as you might expect, a sudden death; a part of him realizes that it was never truly there, just a facade built up of his denial of what he himself was. So, then, what is he?
He is Khada Jhin. An artist. The Golden Demon. He has neither the time nor the patience to dwell on such things as his supposed monstrosity. If his audience perceives him as a demon, a monster hiding in a human's skin and manipulating a human's voice, so be it. His message is terror, not joy.
He's taken to finding the claims adorable, if anything -- despite his title, he is only but a man with a vision for what the world should look like. There is no supernatural being pulling his strings. There is only art, motivation, discipline, and several armies' worth of determination.
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Fucking sinner
kinky little shit with a daddy kink
doesn’t give enough despair wtf I trusted you for this
not enough upupu how disappointing
such a slut for hot wings :^)