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draws my sweet, #1 axe child

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I think it’s very healthy to spend time alone. You need to know how to be alone and not be defined by another person.

Oscar Wilde

[theblogofdraven]

Renowned as the most ambitious, bold, and handsome member of the Channel 3 SMNRT news team, DRAVEN has launched himself to the top of daytime television just a few years into his career in journalistic media. While his charisma and energetic personality are what ultimately brings in the views ( and, by extension, the ratings ), the ACCOMPLISHED ANCHORMAN first began making a name for himself by personally covering a number of high profile stories, some of which were exclusive to the SMNRT network due to how dangerous or controversial the circumstances surrounding them were.

The most notable example of this, and his current claim to fame, occurred during an attack by alien forces that claim to serve an entity they refer to as the ‘Dark Star.’ DRAVEN was one of the only reporters foolish brave enough to not only stay on the scene and record the destruction, but continue getting closer to it. His disturbing dedication to the news nearly cost him his life, but he was saved by a member of the Star Guardians, a group of cosmic super heroines. This up close and personal ‘interview’ was caught on a camera he’d fastened to his chest, giving the world its first good look at the stellar savior. Since then, DRAVEN has become the official source ( and unofficial fanboy ) for the Star Guardians’ heroic feats.

In reality, DRAVEN is just as much of an alien as the creatures he’d been rescued from. He is a denizen of the Noxian Empire, whose people originate from the planet Noxus. Darius, a general of the Empire and commander of one of its Dreadnova warships, sent his younger brother, DRAVEN, to the planet Terra to gather intel in preparation to assimilate it -- including any details regarding the Star Guardians, as they were seen as the Empire’s greatest obstacle -- leading to his choice in career. By utilizing his superior Noxian strength and resistances, the INTERGALACTIC INTERLOPER was able to go where no Terran in their right mind could, and this ‘courageousness’ earned him his acclaim.

While it was becoming increasingly obvious to the High Command that DRAVEN had taken to his Terran lifestyle too well, Darius was still receiving information through the channel they had established from the planet to his warship, which he used as proof that his brother was still abiding by his duties and serving the Empire. The days following his intimate encounter with Storm, however, saw less and less communication between the two brothers; until one day, the channel on Terra was shut down completely.

It seemed DRAVEN had ‘gone native,’ after all.

[theblogofdraven]

While his largest and most notorious tattoo is his name -- stylized as ‘DRAAAAVEN’ in a bold Friz Quadrata font across his upper chest -- the BOMBASTIC BROADCASTER has turned his GLORIOUS body into a masterpiece of ink-tacular proportions over the course of his electrifying career on Summoner’s Rift. Most of the designs are blatant homages to his 'sups’ and others who he’s deemed worthy of being immortalized on his flawless skin:

A star shooting across his left hip, near his pelvis.

A quarter rest note on his right forearm.

A bluebird sitting beneath his left collarbone.

A koi fish swimming along his left calf.

The astronomical symbol for the sun above his right ankle.

A butterfly on his right rib cage.

A rose with thorned vines wrapped around his left ankle.

A single feather on his left rib cage.

The symbol of Noxus on his right shoulder.

All of the tattoos to date have been black and gray with the exception of the butterfly, which has its wings colored in with shades of purple and pink.

[monstrous-hourglass]

Prime Time Draven and Star Guardian Janna (and poor Zephyr) commission for @theblogofdraven

I had so much fun working on this. Thank you for commissioning me and your patience.

[theblogofdraven]

NOT VERY VOCAL, THIS ONE:

Sona is quick to absorb the situation, stilling herself still. They were outnumbered, and even if he had listened- there was no promise Ricard would not be harmed further. The cool expression she held would quickly turn to the slightest of grimaces as he spoke. Fluent enough she could understand, yes, but the nerve of this man tested her limits.

REVOLTING!! She wanted to fling her spell at him and be done with it. But she reserved her fury and disgust for the sake of her guard- yes…for him, she would swallow her pride. Which is stifled regardless, as he threatens Ricard  ——

All the executioner is given in return is silence, cold, and distant.

What was she to do? Perhaps signing would make it clear she could not speak? That she was absolutely incapable of uttering much more than a breath? Her brows knit, and again, she scans the scene, eyeing each of his men. Her calculating gaze focusing once more on Draven, then taking in a deep breath, eyes shutting for a moment.

‘ if i must……. ’

Abandoning her spells, she places an open palm over the center of her chest. Keeping clear eye contact, as it moves rather harshly in a clockwise circle.

              ‘ p l e a s e. ’

     DRAVEN arched one of his perfectly shaped brows, obviously confused by the woman’s strange gesture. Fortunately for her, he hadn’t seemed to notice the hateful glare that preceded it, nor the fact that she didn’t thank him for the compliment he’d given her; though one could argue that his charm and wit had simply rendered her speechless ( that ‘one’ being DRAVEN, of course! ). Beneath him, the soldier managed to lift his head in spite of the pain, and saw that his charge was attempting to appease his captor. 

     Ricard could almost hear the wheels turning in the Noxian's head as he tried to make sense of Sona’s language. With an ego as fragile and unwarranted as this ‘Draaaaven’s,’ he’d no doubt interpret her signing to be some kind of insult. The soldier opened his mouth to translate Sona’s message, but no words came out -- only the faintest rattle. Ricard gritted his teeth and lowered his head, succumbing to the piercing ache in his back. One of them has to know, he thought; if not their ringleader, then at least one of them must have realized that --

“She can’t talk.”

     The archer stepped forward, her bow now slung over her shoulder. “I knew I recognized you,” she said to the noblewomen, then looked back at DRAVEN. “This is Sona Buvelle, one of Demacia’s most famous musicians; she’s also a mute.”

     The wheels came to a grinding halt.

“Well, why didn’t you just say so?” the EXECUTIONER replied, chuckling as he lifted his foot off the hilt of his axe, eliciting a grateful wheeze from Ricard. DRAVEN gripped the blade’s handle, and leaned down to offer the soldier a ‘fair’ warning: “This is going to hurt -- a lot.”

     An agonized scream rang out as DRAVEN wrenched his axe from the Demacian’s back, which quickly devolved into shallow gasps and labored breaths as he casually wiped the blood off his axe with the edge of Ricard’s cape that had yet to be sullied. Once he was satisfied with the look of his blade, the EXECUTIONER used his foot to bunch up the cloth and pressed it into the now open wound in a halfhearted attempt to stop the bleeding.

“So, what’s ‘one of Demacia’s most famous musicians’ doing so far away from Demacia?” he asked, stepping away from Ricard’s still trembling body and returning his undivided attention to the noblewoman -- Sona Buvelle, the archer had called her -- that stood poised before him.

“Are you on tour?” DRAVEN spared a glance at the bodies of the soldiers he and his men had slaughtered prior to their introductions. “Looks like you’ll be needing new roadies.”

[simpl-ic-ity]

The human body has 7 trillion nerves and some people manage to get on every single fucking one of them

[theblogofdraven]

A MAN MOST FOWL:

Beatrice’s talons sink into Jericho’s shoulder as she perches there. Irritation. Displeasure. Distaste. He is sure if he could still feel it, the pain would be stinging and uncomfortable – a mild punishment for abandoning her at the whims of Draven, evidently. Jericho clicks his tongue, and his scowl only deepens. His nail click, click, clicks on his staff. 

How sorely Jericho wishes Darius was here. It makes dealing with Draven much easier for Jericho, at the very least; he can hardly stand the man, despite his fighting prowess. Jericho has very little patience for disrespect. 

Jericho advances, eyes boring into Draven, as the Executioner offers his excuses. Jericho stops just short of the man and snarls, “The next time you need to be reminded of your own name, make use of your mewling fans rather than playing parrot with my raven.” 

He straightens, then, and snorts derisively at the change in subject. “Darius has left – our meetings have finished for the day. I assumed he would know to take his pet home with him, but I suppose I’ll have to remind him when I see him next.” 

He pauses, the silence stretching on, before Jericho leans back in again and sneers, “That was your cue to leave, Draven – or have you not learned stage directions during your performances yet?” 

Beatrice caws for good measure, stretching forward to try and land a few pecks on Draven’s temple.

     DRAVEN fought the urge to take a giant step back when the Grand General suddenly strode up to him, and the barrage of click-clacks from his cane as it struck the floor were no better, nearly making the younger man’s eye twitch. The EXECUTIONER instead tilted his head back ever so slightly to avoid any potential stray feathers that might spontaneously molt off Swain while he proceeded to do his best impression of Beatrice and squawk.

“Forgive me, Swain. I guess I just thought, since my ‘mewling fans’ can do it, then your bird should have no trouble saying my name, too,” DRAVEN explained with a wry smile, glancing at the raven in question as he added: “Looks like I was wrong.”

     His smile practically fell off his face when he heard Swain’s answer. Darius was the only reason DRAVEN had agreed to grace this colossal eyesore that was the ‘Main Palace’ with his GLORIOUS presence in the first place! And his brother didn’t even have the decency to wait for him? Or maybe Darius had been just as eager to remove himself from Swain’s presence as the EXECUTIONER was right now.

     DRAVEN stared down at the Grand General, the serrated ends of his teeth digging into his gums in his struggle to not physically react to being referred to as Darius’s pet. Before he could manage to say how honored he was to be the topic of discussion for their next meeting, Swain had already dismissed him; the EXECUTIONER barely dodged Beatrice’s attempt to strike him with her beak, and he was suddenly reminded of the damage her talons had already inflicted upon his scalp ( and GLORIOUS mane! ).

“The way my stage works is a little different compared to the High Command’s, Grand General, so I hope you’ll excuse the misunderstanding.” DRAVEN suddenly smiled again as he proceeded to ( happily ) back away from Swain, the edges of his teeth stippled with red. 

“I’m used to making my exit after I’ve killed everything around me.”

[ask-hextechjanna]

What can you POSSIBLY get Piltover's most ACCOMPLISHED ( and BEAUTIFUL ) public figure that she doesn't ALREADY have? Why, DRAVEN, of course! Unfortunately, Santa still has a LOT of names on his list he's yet to give the AXE, so he'd have to give Janna the next BEST thing. "Here; why don't you make yourself USEFUL and HOLD this for me," SANTA DRAVEN said, offering a MISTLETOE to Zephyr. When he FINALLY got the spirit to agree, DRAVEN posed against the door frame, ready to TAKE HER BREATH AWAY!

She’ll take your breath AND hat away.

Zephyr doesn’t approve

[theblogofdraven]

♪ On the twelfth day of Snowdown, Riot finally gave to me, the most FESTIVE bundle of skins that I’ve ever seen! ♫ HA HA HA! And you know what that means! It’s time to wrap up this year’s GLORIOUS GIVEAWAY with a bright big bow! Let’s see which of Santa’s ‘little followers’ have made it to the top of his ‘nice’ list!

FIRST PLACE -- ‘TIS THE SEASON TO BE DRAVEN! BUNDLE

@timoriia

SECOND PLACE -- A WONDERFUL DRAVENTIME! BUNDLE

@striings

THIRD PLACE – FA LA LA LA LA, HA HA HA HA! BUNDLE

@thegoldendemon​

Congratulations! It looks like you three will be getting something a little extra GLORIOUS in your stockings this year! SANTA DRAVEN will be sending one of his exploited elves down your chimneys shortly, so don’t go lighting any fireplaces just yet! HA HA HA! Well, that concludes this GLORIOUS GIVEAWAY! I’ve still got a lot of houses to cover before the end of Snowdown, so if you’ll excuse me, Santa’s got a slay ride to catch!

                                            HO, HO, HO! SANTA DRAVEN, OUT!

[nautiliark]

Happy Holidays! 

Had a lot of fun with the ornaments.

[kugosuggestions]

Don’t forget to smile while intimidating someone.

[theblogofdraven]

SHE THINKS SHE’S CLEF-ER:

Oh what a dreadful day; since the beginning, she had a veil over her thoughts- as if the world itself was warning her not to leave. Perhaps if she’d listened, those men wouldn’t of died, her dear friend would not be cowering for fear of a same fate— 

That was behind her now, and the morning seemed so far away.

Sona glances to Alma again, brows knit- wishing she had the time to comfort her. But the attackers were so confident; a common trait among Noxians it would seem. There is a brief moment of hesitation- reluctance….fear. All swallowed down, as she took another breath, and slowly moved to exit her carriage- magic already dancing along her fingertips.

Her eyes meet with the archer first; cold, calculating, locked on their bow. Then to the man she knocked down, giving little thought or concern to his injuries. — Even as she spotted Ricard, Sona managed to keep herself calm, giving away nothing that might emphasize his importance to her.

‘ Oh if only I had the words to tell them, to speak! ’

Both hands are raised up just enough, so they can see the delicate blues and greens along her palms. Magic that she was almost tempted to use regardless of what any of them did, out of spite for the damage this band has caused. The Maven’s icy glare is directed of course at their leader; who stood atop her guard as if he was some prize.

With one imbued hand, she gestures for him to step off…

   Just as DRAVEN was about to relieve the soldier of his head ( it’s not like he was really using it ), the carriage door opened and their precious cargo finally revealed itself. Had he not seen the magic that flickered so freely about her fingers with his own eyes, he would have never believed that someone who looked like her – so soft, so delicate – was capable of harming one of his men, much less completely incapacitating one.

“You’re in luck,” the EXECUTIONER said as he suddenly retracted his blade from Ricard’s throat and returned it to the sheath on his back. “I’ve decided that I like what you’ve brought me, after all!” The low chuckle that followed sent a chill down the soldier’s spine.

    DRAVEN greeted the noblewoman with a sharp grin, either oblivious to the coldness of her stare or simply indifferent to it. “T'as d'beaux yeux, tu sais?” he remarked almost playfully, causing Ricard to nearly choke on his own spit.

“Well, what do you think? I’ve been working on my Demacian! HA HA HA!” The EXECUTIONER clearly expected her to be just as impressed with his mastery of linguistics as he was. When the noblewoman only gestured for him to step away from the fallen soldier, his grin slowly turned into a thin line.

“A little rude for a noble, aren’t you? Why don’t you try saying ‘please,’ ” DRAVEN replied, that thin line curving upward.

“She doesn’t have to speak to the likes of you,” Ricard interjected with a hiss. The EXECUTIONER pressed the bottom of his boot against the hilt of the axe still embedded in the Demacian’s back, plunging it deeper into his body. A shocked cry of pain escaped Ricard’s lips before he could silence himself by burying his face into the dirt.

“Say it.”

[theblogofdraven]

So I totally yoinked this from was inspired by the posts icathiaism and citywatcher made to write up a list of possible roleplay scenarios with DRAVEN. A lot of people I was threading with have deactivated / gone on an indefinite hiatus, so I’m looking for some new interactions! I’m always open to discussing ideas, so if you see any of these you’d like to do or if you have something else in mind, feel free to hmu!

NOXIANS

Lots of possible interactions here; I’d personally like to do more with Draven’s status as an authority figure within Noxus, since the Blood of Noxus comic shows him leading a group of soldiers after he’s established himself as the Glorious Executioner. It makes me wonder how much influence he has with the High Command, how much respect he’s given by its soldiers, under what circumstances and how often does he go out on the battlefield, etc.

DEMACIANS

Draven is probably one of the only ( if not the only ) Noxians who doesn’t care about his nation’s ongoing rivalry with Demacia, making it possible for him to have semi-civil interactions with Demacia-affiliated characters. I imagine most threads would have to take place in neutral territory, since I don’t think Draven could visit Demacia without being discreet ( HA! ), or obtaining the support of a Noble House, or having been taken into custody. The idea of him interacting with someone who’s ‘undercover’ in Noxus sounds pretty fun, too.

That being said, if Draven ever had the chance to feature a high-ranking Demacian in one of his glorious performances, he wouldn’t hesitate to take it. Especially if it was a Crownguard! Hell, he’d do that just for the bragging rights he’d have over Darius.

IONIANS

While Draven didn’t personally take part in the Ionian invasion -- he was too busy being Draven -- he's definitely aware of the grudge most Ionians have towards those affiliated with Noxus. I think Draven’s first instinct would be to succeed where Noxus had failed, and ‘conquer’ Ionia in his own way: by getting everybody to love him.

So threads revolving around Draven trying to appeal to Ionians in a position of authority, or experiencing Ionian culture through its people would be a good place to start. I’m not sure how Draven would feel about the vastaya; he’d probably want to make outfits out of them, especially the colorful ones like Rakan.

BILGEWATIANS / SHADOW ISLANDERS

The language of Bilgewater is gold, and Draven is fluent in it! He’d travel to Bilgewater for pleasure just as much as business, and with Gangplank knocked off his throne and a pretty redhead trying to reel in the chaos, that’s all the more reason for him to pay a visit.

While Draven wouldn’t set foot on the Shadow Isles ( not willingly, anyway ), since the Harrowing and the Black Mist seem closely tied to Bilgewater, that’s definitely a way for him to interact with its residents.

PILTOVIANS / ZAUNITES

Another instance where Draven tries to convince an entire nation he’s ‘not like other Noxians.’ I don’t think Piltover feels as strongly about Noxus as Demacia does, so he’d probably be able to walk its streets without any issues; Piltover’s Finest would probably keep a close eye on him, but knowing Draven, he’d enjoy that. I imagine a lot of Noxian criminals flee to Piltover / Zaun ( and possibly Shurima ), so maybe there’s a scenario where he could even work with law enforcement to recapture a prisoner that was set to be executed.

Draven is pretty fascinated by hextech ( demonstrated beautifully by LeonChiro here ), so I could definitely see him trying to convince an engineer to build him a machine that shoots axes made of lasers or some other equally crazy shit.

Draven doesn’t like Zaun for obvious reasons, but I think he’d like people from Zaun, such as Jinx and Ekko. Noxus and Zaun seem to have a tentative alliance, so it’s possible he might go there on behalf of the High Command, albeit reluctantly ( or, as I mentioned before, to apprehend one of his escaped convicts ).

SHURIMANS

With Noxus having such a massive presence in Shurima, I imagine Draven visits quite frequently. He’d like to capture a member of the Xer’Sai to use as a spectacle in his performance, and he’s always looking to turn one of the abandoned temples / ruins into a new arena. With Shurima’s Capital reborn and its emperor resurrected, I could also see him traveling to the ancient city to see it for himself ( as well as its birdman, you know, to compare it to the one Noxus has ).

FRELJORDIANS

This and this. Give me Olaf and Draven being axe bros and Darius standing in the background like ‘but I thought we were brothers...’

It’s hard to tell with the new map, but if the locations are anything like the old Valoran, then it’s possible Basilich shares a border with the Freljord, meaning the Blood Brothers could have experience with its tribes before joining Noxus. Knowing this, maybe Noxus decides to send the Blood Brothers to convince the Winter’s Claw to ally with them? Maybe the Avarosans want to open up trade with Basilich?

Maybe he just wants to hang out with Braum and drink Graggy Ice.

[theblogofdraven]

“And now, for the finishing touches...”

     DRAVEN placed a ward crafted in his likeness atop the brightly-wrapped presents he’d set under the tree, so that everyone would know that SANTA DRAVEN was the one responsible for bringing them such GLORIOUS gifts! Once he was satisfied with the presentation, he turned his attention towards his well-deserved reward: milk and cookies! DRAVEN eagerly approached the mantel of the fireplace he’d made his grand entrance out of moments ago, and found a plate -- with nothing on it.

"WHAT?”

     He picked up the plate and searched underneath it, then flipped it around several times before finally slamming it back down onto the mantel. Was this supposed to be some kind of joke, setting out a plate of cookies without the cookies? And there wasn’t even a glass for the milk! Did these people know who they were dealing with? He was Santa! And not just any Santa, but the Santa: SANTA DRAVEN!

“URP.”

     Before he had a chance to wreck the halls with his Whirling Death, DRAVEN turned to see Kog’Maw, his ‘reindeer’ ( Jinx never did tell him where she'd gotten those patches of fur from -- and he was pretty sure he didn’t want to know ), blissfully munching on what looked an awful lot like HIS BISCUITS. When the Void creature realized he was being watched, he quickly gobbled up the last of the crumbs and sealed his behemoth-sized jaws shut.

“You’re supposed to be a reindeer, not a pig! And reindeers aren’t allowed to eat Santa’s cookies! That’s why they’re ‘Santa’s’ and not ‘reindeer’s!’ ” DRAVEN stormed up to Kog’Maw, who waddled back a few steps. “Now give them back!”

     When the ‘reindeer’ furiously shook his head ‘no,’ still keeping his mouth closed, SANTA DRAVEN unsheathed one of his frosty axes and thrust it in the creature’s direction.

“Either you give them back, or I take them back.”

     Whether he was actually afraid of being gutted, or had simply eaten something that didn’t agree with him, Kog’Maw began returning the treats he’d stolen the only way he knew how: by throwing them up. In a matter of seconds, the polished wooden floor was covered in bile, half-digested cookies, bits of broken glass ( so that’s what happened to the milk... ), and a partially chewed up note that read ‘For Santa’ in a child’s handwriting.

     DRAVEN took off his hat and used it to cover his nose and mouth in disgust, hurriedly backing away from the mess so it wouldn’t get on his shiny new boots. When Kog’Maw's belly was finally empty, he glanced up at Santa with an almost innocent tilt of his ugly little head.

"What is wrong with you?” DRAVEN hissed, still using his hat to filter the smell. “We can’t leave the place looking like this! Santa is supposed to make people feel jolly, not queasy! Now clean that up! And be quick about it -- we still have a lot of houses to go!”

     Kog’Maw looked back down at the ooze as if to consider it. Then, he began doing just what SANTA DRAVEN had told him to do -- the only way he knew how.

"Ugh! I think Santa’s going to be sick...”

[theblogofdraven]

‘Twas the night before Snowdown, when all through the Nexus not a creature was stirring, not even Lulu’s friend, Pix; The wards were dropped around Summoner’s Rift with care, in fear that SANTA DRAVEN would soon ult there! HA HA HA!

Looks like this year’s Snowdown is about to get a lot more GLORIOUS! SANTA DRAVEN is coming to the Rift, and he doesn’t care who’s been NAUGHTY or NICE! The only ones getting presents from SAINT DRAY are none other than his adoring fans! But don’t think this means he hasn’t made a list: the good little summoners who’ve been following theblogofdraven for the whole year will get an extra chance to win the goodies inside SANTA DRAVEN’S sack -- and believe me, I’ll be checking it twice! HA HA HA! It’s time to kick off this GLORIOUS season of DRAVEN with an equally GLORIOUS GIVEAWAY!

PRIZES

Grand Prize -- ‘TIS THE SEASON TO BE DRAVEN! BUNDLE

SANTA DRAVEN ( 1320 RP )

AMBITIOUS ELF JINX ( 1320 RP )

SNOW FAWN POPPY ( 1320 RP )

DEAREST DEER WARD ( 640 RP )

THE WARD OF DRAVEN ( 640 RP )

Second Place -- A WONDERFUL DRAVENTIME! BUNDLE

SANTA DRAVEN ( 1320 RP )

Your choice between AMBITIOUS ELF JINX or SNOW FAWN POPPY ( 1320 RP )

DEAREST DEER WARD ( 640 RP )

Third Place -- FA LA LA LA LA, HA HA HA HA! BUNDLE

Your choice between SANTA DRAVEN, AMBITIOUS ELF JINX, or SNOW FAWN POPPY ( 1320 RP )

DEAREST DEER WARD ( 640 RP )

RULES

FIRST AND FOREMOST: You must have a League of Legends account on the NORTH AMERICAN server. You didn’t actually expect SANTA DRAVEN to lug his big red bag of Riot Points across the globe without a sleigh to put it in, did you? HA HA HA!

You must be following theblogofdraven during the giveaway.

You must like or reblog this post to qualify.

Those who were following before the giveaway will receive an extra entry.

You must own the champion whose skin you want / win.

No giveaway blogs! That’s just too NAUGHTY!

The giveaway ends once the 2017 SNOWDOWN skins are released on the NA server!

Winners will be contacted through tumblr, so keep your ask boxes open!

   JUST DON’T FORGET TO SET OUT AN ELIXIR OF WRATH             AND A TRAY OF BISCUITS FOR SANTA DRAVEN!                                                    HA HA HA!

[fuck-im-hella-gay-deactivated20]

i do a thing called what i want