#sincut

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       𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰 that surrounded Bilgewater proved both infamous and feared . . . even amongst the might and valor of a military nation such as Noxus . . . legends could be sung about the dreaded Gangplank's escapades . . . or Miss Fortune's successful battles against the metal juggernauts of their war ships ; yet such affairs proved tiresome , on captain, crew , and resources a like .

       These notions did not find themselves applicable when it came to trade ships sailing out from Noxian ports . . . much like the unfortunate vessel that was currently under siege by the dastardly crew of The Syren , led of course by their feared captain . . . Sarah Fortune .

       ❝ Swipe whatever loot your hearts desire , lads ! ❞ a woman's voice could be heard from behind the thick veils of smoke that filled the invaded deck . . . its source drawn towards the bow of the seacraft . . . and more specifically the captain's chambers .

       While the spectacle of looting occured all around her , The Pirate Queen would plant heeled boot firmly against the war torn wood of the chamber door . . . causing the structure to fly open without so much as an ounce of resistance ; armed with her trusted Shock and Awe . . . Sarah would sweep left and right . . . no whims of the ship captain in sight , peculiar . . . but not all too surprising .

       Emerald irises would catch whisk of the maps sprawled out across the desk of the captain . . . each depicting the newly established trade routes Noxus had established on the sea . . . and all with exceptional levels of detail . . . a mighty fine treasure indeed ; what followed would be Miss Fortune setting down her weapons to begin rolling up the navigation charts in question . . . her aim to take them back to Bilgewater with her all too easily apparent .

       But perhaps this moment of reward would prove deadly ? Or something else entirely ?

      @sincut

[bindslight]

@sincut asked :

how naive. you really believe your precious kingdom is any different from noxus, don’t you? but i see through it, princess. it’s all just another cage. and sooner or later, you’ll realize you’re trapped inside it—just like the rest of them.

❛ UHHHH I believe we aren't conquering & pillaging & murdering. ❜ her countenance is given, index tapping against the other digits of opposite hand as things are listed off.

what a terrible mentality. and even more , attempting to sew seeds of doubt into her mind. if only she were a garden. but light is meant to be woven, she too is a seamstress. one of hope, a herald of change. as certain as the sun is to rise.

magic , like any other tool, depends on the wielder. that much she is certain.

❛ also , there's totally a difference between a PRINCESS & a crown's guard. no one would bat an eye at me for lighting you up, y'know? — and, you're wrong, the thing about cages ? they can be opened. unlike the ash left in the wake of your kingdom. ❜

[essencefluxed]

“I feel that stroke coming on.”

@sincut

[demacianbrawn]

@sincut: is it duty that keeps you chasing me, or something a bit more… personal? be honest—i promise i won’t tell.

Garen had always prided himself on his ability to control his emotions, he learned from a very young age that a soldier's mind was just as important as their strength. It was a wonder how the damned assassin could get under his skin with each sly comment without much effort. Her grin, the glimmer in her green eyes, even her tone got under his skin, and the worst part was that she was correct. He did have his reasons for chasing her that went beyond the duty of his kingdom, not that he'd ever admit such things. He could feel his ears burning red.

Steadying himself, one eyebrow raised, he sizes her up, his frown barely moving an inch on his face. " Yes, because I enjoy our games of cat and mouse so much that I spend my days chasing after you and getting into nonstop messes for the fun and thrill of it all. I especially enjoyed the time when you pissed off those raiders and we were collapsed upon and somehow they were more challenging than the beast we faced tied together. " He retorts dryly.

Garen doesn't bring up how many times they saved one another, both during that first night against the creature and the few times after. Cats and mouses weren't supposed to . . . help one another and yet it was a constant give and take, a push and pull. It had been that way since their first conversation above Demacia's skyline, words spoken during chaos, a mystery woman then. She'd been getting under his skin every chance she got since.

" Are assassins usually so snarky? " He asks suddenly, not moving to capture her. They both knew she'd be getting away again. " Or am I just that lucky? That I get stuck with the task of dealing with the most frustrating Noxian? " Pausing, he pinches at the bridge of his nose, resisting the urge to actually haul her in. " I could ask you the same sort of question. You're a professional, as quiet as you are quick. You could sneak past me, avoid me, yet you seek me out, every time. What's the truth? You just like agitating me or is there something else going on here? "

[mercless]

enjoy the sidelines, talon. someone has to fill them.

"You're so driven to drag every teaching of his through the mud." His words are clear in their mind. Repeated as a mantra to their work. Their way of life. The greatest assassins do not seek out glory. Have no need for recognition. The shadows are a protective veil, always holding an unknown danger, and a tight leash. How infuriating it was to watch on as she seemed intent on marring every lesson they had both been honed with. And continue to avoid comeuppance.

"At least consider the spotlight for what it truly is; a target."

[cupcait]

i hear you’re still playing the sheriff of piltover, trying to uphold some semblance of order in a city that thrives on chaos. how cute. but, tell me, how many murderers, how many drug dealers, have you allowed to sneak past you into noxian ports, right under your nose? while you’ve been too busy polishing your badge or chasing ghosts.

this isn’t a letter to war, sherrif, though you may think it is. no, this is simply a reminder that for all your fancy badges and bulletproof ideals, there’s always something you’ll miss. one day, you’ll realize that all your efforts have been futile, and when that day comes, you'll see what you've done to noxus.

—k

K .

She fixates on that letter , the scrawl that so elegantly declares a mystery already clawing at her brain for attention .

K .

Names of Noxian officials , generals , families that may so boldly goad the Sheriff , dare to disrupt the peace she devotes herself to — all scanned at once within her memory . An initial of the first name , or the last ?

It is easier to focus on piecing this new puzzle together than it is to admit the truth message may hold . Caitlyn has been diligent , but it would be naive to assume every threat to Piltover's people may be snuffed out so easily . To assume she has detained the threats , rather than allow them to slip between her fingers .

But that's rich coming from Noxus , isn't it ? They've a certain reputation , and after the mess caused by Ambessa's interference , it leaves Caitlyn wondering how much she's yet to clean up .

With a huff of annoyance , she folds message neatly into its envelope , tucking it carefully underneath the books lining her desk .

Noxus will have to wait , angry as they may be . Perhaps her little penpal will leave a return address next time , should they care so much for resolving this together .

[bladeundone]

i think i'm owed an explanation.

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A crinkle of her nose, followed by a scoff. The noise came in an instant, almost reflexive, but it carried that bitter edge Riven had long been carrying and, really, who could blame her for being so bitter about this?

Katarina’s demands for an explanation were like a thorn digging into her side. Sharp. A nuisance. Riven huffed out another half-hearted laugh. As if she owed anyone anything, most especially a Noxian cold-blooded assassin. They were no sisters of war. No allies forged in the heat of battle. Not even friends. Riven owed Katarina nothing—not a word, not an explanation, not even the courtesy of a glance.

Thus, she remained silent, back against the cold stone wall of the Reckoning Arena’s cells, her gaze stubbornly fixed on the floor—anywhere, but the assassin whose presence alone seemed to demand undivided attention.

“I don’t owe you anything,” she finally says, her voice cutting through the suffocating silence between them, harsh and final. She could still feel the weight of Katarina’s glare no matter how hard she refused to meet it, and a deep, almost involuntary part of her recoils from it.

She quietly curses at herself. Perhaps, deep down, she’s still just another Noxian dog, bound by unspoken rules, unable to resist their relentless demands. The thought stings, bitter and foul, like poison on her tongue.

“Leave.”

[blackrosesmatron]

at some point, you might actually have to prove yourself. assuming, of course, you remember how.

"In what sense do you mean, Lady Du Couteau?" LeBlanc began, her tone dripping with mockery as she used the noble title to provoke the assassin. "Do you mean I should prove my prowess, as every true Noxian is expected to? Perhaps you think I should step into the arenas, issue a public challenge, and display my skills for all to see?" Her index finger tapped her lips thoughtfully, feigning contemplation.

"Or," she continued, her golden eyes gleaming with mischief, "do you mean I should prove my words and intentions? Lay bare the reasons for my actions, the lives I 'ruin' in pursuit of my goals?" A faint smirk curled her lips as she tilted her head.

"Or perhaps it’s my loyalty you question. Whether, at the end of the day, I am bound to a person or a cause." At this, she let out a low, knowing chuckle. "Surely you jest, Katarina." Who in their right mind would believe that Leblanc, the Matron of the oldest cabal in Noxus—perhaps in all of Runeterra—would bow in loyalty to anyone or anything?

Her amusement deepened, her voice now edged with steel. "You see, I have no need to prove myself to anyone—unless there is an answer for the following three questions: Prove what, to whom, and for what purpose?"

"I’ve been to the arenas, my dear," she said, her tone shifting to one of casual arrogance. "Many times, in fact. I am practically a regular. Draven has seen me fight countless prisoners; he just doesn’t know it was me." Her smirk widened at the thought. "I keep myself sharp, always. My body, my mind, my magic—all are in constant practice. I can fight with or without spells, and not a day goes by that I don’t hone both disciplines."

A flicker of shadow crossed her face. "But I do not expose myself lightly. I prefer to be underestimated. There is nothing more satisfying than the look of utter confusion and terror on the faces of those foolish enough to challenge me."

"As for my words," she added with a sly grin, "I’ll admit, honesty isn’t exactly my forte. In fact, I may well be the greatest liar alive in all of Runeterra." She laughed softly, a sound as cold as winter’s breath. "Unless I have a reason to tell the truth—and the person has earned it—why should I bother proving anything?"

When the subject of loyalty arose, she waved a hand dismissively, her expression betraying no emotion. "Ah, loyalty. I thought I had made it abundantly clear: I am loyal only to myself. No one has ever stood by me—neither in the past nor now—and I doubt that will change in the future. Why, then, should I concern myself with loyalty to others? My cause is my own, and I am its only champion."

Yet even as the words left her lips, she knew the truth she would never admit aloud—there were a rare few she held close, those she would protect at any cost. But their names remained locked within her heart, guarded fiercely against the many who despised her.

LeBlanc leaned forward slightly, her golden eyes boring into Katarina's with a mix of curiosity and challenge. "But tell me, my dear, why do you feel I need to prove myself? Are you so desperate to determine whether I am truly worthy of your family’s loyalty?" Her lips curled into a wicked smile, daring the assassin to respond.

[jxckpxt]

Answering @sincut: all that flash, all that flair—are you compensating for something? or do you just enjoy making a mess for me to clean up.

'' Ah ⸻ Someone woke up on the wrong side of their fancy bed I see. Tho I'm flattered, Miss Du Couteau. Do you really consider me 'flair'? Now we're talking the same kind of noxian. '' a light laugh came from her dark lips full of sarcasm, sending a playful wink with her only good eye in the direction of the redhead. '' But I didn't think you were considering changing your career prospect for a maid attire. Murdering isn't paying enough? You could join us, we make good cash. '' a coin flipped from her thumb and up repeatedly in - what some may have complained- an annoying habit.

[agonizedembrace]

tell me, love, does it thrill you more when they beg… or when they break?

" while there's so much pleasure in begging -- " sharp claws etch forward, seemingly scratching at nothing as evelynn purrs out her response. " when they break? now that is unmatchable. "

the gaze she holds is devious, eyeing katarina from head to toe before tilting her head. " the moment they give in, all their pain and agony for me? that's when i feel the most alive. "

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                            𝔄𝔫𝔰𝔴𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔡

       @sincut inquired about a 💌 romance headcanon

       romance proves to be a rather fickle thing , not something you come across in the streets of Bilgewater . . . far too many souls vowing to devour one another in an endless cycle of greed and corruption . . . Miss Fortune isn't far above these concepts herself .

       . . . it's something The Pirate Queen has only ever really read about in books , heard tales of in song , or from the aimless imaginative ramblings of children . She knows what it is and has seen it second hand during her various sea expeditions ; The reality of the beast is that romance is a concept that easily spells a watery grave . . . and is a plague that should be avoided at any and all costs if you wish to survive the infamous port city .

       yet despite this , despite her rugged exterior and coldly calculated mind ? should the concept of romance ever grace her with its presence ? that fortunate soul could come to expect an unyielding sense of loyalty from her . . . a deep passion for her lover's soul ; though these ideals will never see the light of day ? in the privacy of solitude with her beloved ? whether that be the personal quarters of The Syren , or on a remote island amongst the breathtaking canvas of sand clashing against sea . . . the recipient of her heart would come to not be dealing with Miss Fortune , The Pirate Queen of Bilgewater , or even the captain of The Syren , but simply Sarah .

[chozoremake]

<3

[vilence]

the empire of noxus doesn’t fear a set of gaunlet 'toys' or the brute behind them. power—..real power—it is not loud, doesn’t have to be flashy. it’s calculated, strikes where it hurts the most, and doesn’t leave room for a comeback. it’s something you won’t find while chained to piltover’s ideals or playing their little "enforcer".

so keep stomping around, playing the hero. you’ll come up against someone who hits back harder and faster. when that happens, i want you to remember this letter. remember that i warned you, that i saw this weakness in you before you even knew it was there.

i'll be waiting for the day your fists finally fail you. and when they do, noxus will be ready to clean up what’s left.

—k

         ❛ What is this shit ... !? ❜          Vi shoved the note in her mouth, chomping it up - clearly as a stress reliever, as a gotcha to this 'K' individual. Being watched was nothing new - as the fighter had spend nearly half her life locked up, being watched had been part of her daily life at that point. However, a certain anger is placed when received a letter from an unknown source, obviously a Noxian.    &.    whatever comes of it - this war, Vi's prepared to prepare. She can't let herself grow soft, otherwise she'd lose everything. All over again.

[cloudstongue]

yAY!!! 🦅🦅🦅

heres a picture of pigeon the pony because hes so cute

AWHH SO SILYL!!!!!!!!!!1!1!2!!35)$

[madamescissors]

Legal Name: Gwen

Modern   Verse   Legal   Name:   Gwen the Hallowed Seamstress

Nicknames:

Hallowed Seamstress

Dollmaker's Creation

Stitching Spirit

Gwen the Doll

Stitches

Ghost-Stitcher

Mist-Maiden

The Hallowed Tailor

Gwen the Ghost

Sewing Spectre

The Fabric Weaver

Hallowed Gwen

Scissors

Date  of  Birth:   42 BN

Modern   Verse:   april 15

Gender:   female   ( she / her)  

Place   of   Birth:   Camavor

Modern   Verse:  Aldealcardo , Spain

Currently   Living:   Enchanted Manse, Shadow Isles

Spoken   Languages:

Noxian: fluent

Piltover: fluent

Zaun: fluent

Demacian: fluent

Freljordian:   limited

Ionian:   limited

Camavorian: fluent

Vastaya: limited

Bilgewaterian: limited

Targon: limited

Shuriman: limited

Bandle City: fluent

Shadow Isles: fluent

Ixtali: limited

Modern   Verse:   fluent   in   french,   english,   and   spanish

Education: 

Gwen’s education is centered on magical awakening and self-discovery. Created through magic, she taught herself to understand her powers and the world around her. Her growth focuses on crafting, healing, empathy, and emotional intelligence, shaped by her interactions with others. As a living doll, Gwen lacks a traditional upbringing but learns quickly, driven by wonder and purpose.

Physical   Characteristics:

Hair   Color:   Blue hair styled into two long, curled ringlets adorned with dark blue ribbons

Eye   Color:  Cross shaped pupils, resembling buttons, with the one on the left being blue and the one on the right being pink

Miscellaneous: Distinct magical blue markings adorning her neck, right bicep, and left forearm, which resemble the stitches of a doll. These intricate designs are not merely decorative; they serve as a reminder of her origins as a crafted doll.

Height: 144 cm / 4.73 ft

Weight:   37 kg / 82 lb

Relationships:

Gwen and Isolde share a deep, spiritual connection. Though they never met in life, Gwen feels a strong bond to Isolde, seeing her as a motherly figure.

Orientation:

Asexual / Aromantic

Relationship   Status:

single

tagged   by:  @sincut

demanding:  @deathrocket ; @blackrosesmatron ; @infinite-xerath ; @kazeton ; @ask-nautilus-titanofthedeep ; @anointedwolf

[stahri-light]

What Chess Piece Represents You?

Black Bishop

You are a Black Bishop. There is something you believe in, be it an oath, a phrase, a promise. It's what keeps the bishop on the diagonal path it takes on the board. You live by this creed and infect others with it. You can easily turn others to your own opinion, making them listen to you and eager to hear what you have to say next. But be careful with this power, for every iron fist will eventually shatter. Every uprising started with just one slip of the tongue.

Tagged By: Stole it off the dash Tagging: @essencefluxed, @sincut, @wistrea, @charmerquilled