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[deathdxnces]

you speak of ideals like they’re some sort of shield, but ideals don’t win wars. you’re too busy clinging to your so-called "honor" to realize the truth; the world doesn’t care about your morals, your hopes, or about you. it’s ugly, it’s ruthless, and it’s always been about who’s strong enough. but know this, ionian—you’ll never matter in the grand scheme of things. we’re already carving out the future, and you’re nothing more than a bitter footnote. go hug a tree.

unprompted asks // @sincut

❝ One of us did win a war, noxian, ❞ Spat with venom as if the word itself was poisonous; some of her people may advocate peace, but Irelia had never been one of them. Was she not Ionia's original defiance, the girl who changed the course of a war through bloody battle? Honor does not win wars, that much she may concede. The woman in front of her, nonetheless, only causes her to scoff; a disdainful sound that carried but a fraction of the oceans of hatred she contained. ❝ And it wasn't you. ❞

❝ Your Grand General returned home half dead and missing an arm after fighting a fourteen year old who cut through most of your High Command. So much talk of strength and yet you couldn't beat a single, untrained teenager. ❞ She doubted her path many times — second-guessed the bloodshed brought by her hand, the shattering of something Ionia would never recover. But Irelia would never regret it; nor did she lament spilling noxian blood. No; her regrets were for the people she killed — not for noxians. ❝ Despising my land only makes you an easier target. Ionia would shatter you, body and mind, before I need to lift a single blade. ❞

❝ So bark all you want while you can — it will be no simple feat once your throat is cut open. ❞

[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 .

[lcvetapped]

       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

[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.

[chozoremake]

<3

[cloudstongue]

yAY!!! 🦅🦅🦅

heres a picture of pigeon the pony because hes so cute

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

[hvghes]

THEYRE SINCUTE

[infxrity]

tsukishima except he’s taken up painting as a hobby and paints you as his final for his college art class

tsukishima except he comes home with paint stained fingernails that you always nag him about

tsukishima who gets yamaguchi to take a candid of the two of you and then he paints it on canvas as an anniversary present

THATS SINCUTE WAIT I JUST GOT GOME AND I SEE THIS

Your heaven sent 🧑🏾‍❤️��💋‍🧑🏽 thank you

[slab3000]

Sincut in caelo et in terra

[lcvetapped]

       𝔅𝔢𝔞𝔲𝔱𝔶 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 prove to be both a blessing and the ticket to one's own demise . . . an eloquent instrument that the pirate was more than capable of wielding with both ease and poise ; she had never come to expect another to play the game so exceptionally as she could . . . perhaps Sarah should give Noxian women far more praise than she ever had previously in her life ?

       Under the guise of any other meeting . . . those sultry whispers that so effortlessly slithered off of Katarina's tongue would have sparked an intimate spectacle that would see garments flying and skin being firmly pressed against skin . . . and however tantalizing that may have proved to The Pirate Queen , the chill looming in the warming air beckoned for a different caliber of spectacle from the two women . . . a more violent one in nature .

      ❝ The floor is all yours , darling . . . ❞ her words would trail off ever so slightly , determined eyes observant as the assassin expanded the distance between them . . . the sway of her hips , the manner in which the heels of her boots clicked against the well worn wood of the ship floor . . . it was a level of swagger that Sarah could easily acknowledge was for far more than simple show , ❝ . . . but just know the stamina of a ship captain is something to admire . . . ❞

       The moment the distance had proven agreeable with the standards of Sarah ? The gunslinger would not hesitate to spring into action , a hardened sphere of iron bellowing out from the jaws of Awe . . . its trajectory designed with the hinge of the still swung open cabin door in mind . . . hopes of prompting the structure to collapse on itself and in turn collide against the curvaceous frame that Katarina flaunted .

       Should the endeavor prove successful , Miss Fortune would burst past the other woman . . . desiring to make her way out to the open deck of the ship where her particular skills would prove far more advantageous to her .

       In Runeterra , a world rife with conflict and warfare , one could always count on a pirate to fight with an air of filth in their tactics . . . and today shall come to prove no different .

“you   think   that’s   enough   to   stop   me?”   is   but   a   sultry   reminder   to   the   captain   of   the   sea,   a   sentence   that   is   laden   in   the   domineering   stature   that   she   carries   herself   with,   boisterous   timbre   complemented   by   the   way   in   which   phosphorescent   chartreuse   find   themselves   hovering   over   the   other   with   contempt,   tease;   indeed,   she   only   takes   her   words   one   way   and—   katarina   reveled   in   it,   her   pulse   quickening,   not   from   fear,   but   from   the   anticipation   of   this   moment.   she   enjoys   this,   too,   the   assassin   thought,   her   gaze   flicking   from   the   gun   to   miss   fortune’s   unyielding   eyes.

“good   times,   you   say?”   she   meant   every   foreboding   word   that   ripped   betwixt   rubicund   tiers,   and   with   how   the   dangerous   lilt   of   her   words   accentuating   the   promise   of   what   could   be.   she   leaned   in,   as   if   the   threat   of   gunpowder   wasn’t   enough,   her   lips   brushing   past   the   captains   ear,   close   enough   for   the   warmth   of   her   breath   to   mix   with   the   rum-laced   air.   “how   could   i   resist   a   beauty   like   you,   captain.   ”

she   possessed   a   gargantuan   ego,   bravura   radiating   from   every   thread   of   her   own   militant   make-up,   and   she   found   it   wise   to   raise   up   the   challenge   lest   their   hauteur   would   surely   spell   the   arrival   of   a   war.   "this,"   her   fingers   curled   around   the   hilt   of   the   dagger   at   her   side,   the   cold   metal   responding   to   her   touch   with   a   familiar,   almost   eager   chill—like   a   predator   waking   to   the   scent   of   its   prey.   the   blade,   slender   and   lethal,   seemed   to   hum   with   anticipation   as   if   it,   too,   had   been   waiting   for   this   exact   moment,   for   this   call   to   action.   “this   is   the   kind   of   dance   i’m   good   at.”

katarina   gave   a   subtle   shift   of   weight,   muscles   beneath   her   skin   with   smooth,   sinuous   ease,   the   subtle   curve   of   her   form;   retreating   just   enough   to   put   a   fraction   of   distance   between   them—just   enough   to   ensure   miss   fortune’s   weapon   was   no   longer   inches   from   her   heart.   the   barrel,   still   pressed   firmly   against   her   sternum   moments   ago,   was   now   an   afterthought,   the   threat   of   it   somewhat   diminished   as   the   distance   grew.   “maybe   it's   time   you   learned—some   threats   don’t   need   a   weapon   to   be   deadly,   only   actions.   don't   disappoint   me.   i   want   you   to   keep   up."

[lcvetapped]

       𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔡 a tension looming in the oxygen that surrounded them . . . its classification not yet apparent but still finding purchase with amplifying the adrenaline coursing through Sarah's veins . How she thrived the prospect of danger , the waves of unknown crashing against the hull of her being ; it only served to lean further into the realm of her expertise . . . where other less tested souls may have quivered or broke in spastic nature ? She instead saw her excitement grow , her heart intensifying in rhythm ever so slightly and yet never once at the expense of her calmed breaths of air that she drew .

       Even whilst Katarina began drawing closer towards her physically , the trust that Sarah possessed in her trigger finger never once showed signs of caving . . . no , the challenge being proposed was all too tempting . . . the confidence that lurked behind those Noxian eyes ? Needless to say . . . equal halves entrancing as they proved imposing , ❝ I can certainly conjure up a scene or two in my head that could possibly bring me ' down to my knees ' . . . as you put it so eloquently . . . but , suppose I were to tell you that neither of those included this room we were in ? or the blade you carry . . . ? ❞

       Sarah's smirk remained ever present , not even fading as the assassin leaned inwards to break into whisper . . . a prospect that The Pirate Queen proved all too generous to reciprocate in its entirety , ❝ Careful not to threaten me with good times , love , or else I might just have to put that reputation of mine to good use . . ❞

       The cat and mouse dance proved beneficial for Miss Fortune , her free appendage having been able to retrieve Shock , the other half of her deadly duo , and set its barrel so that it pressed intimately against that of the assassin's sternum ; eyes fixated to the other's . . . her whisper lingering still with intent ,

       ❝ Shall we dance ? ❞

"oh,   captain,"   dastardly   underhanded,   she   seeks   to   'whelm   her,   thwart   her   in   an   imaginary   game   of   charisma,   and   whilst   being   too   cantankerous   for   formal   events,   she   hopes   to   shame   her   with   her   nobleness,   "“is   that   a   hint   of   nervousness   i   see?   or   is   it   anticipation?   makes   me   wonder   if   you’re   more   excited   by   the   loot   you’ve   snatched   or   by   the   thought   of   what   i   might   do   next.”   politesse   uncontested.

she   patronizes   the   other   blatantly   with   the   insouciant   manner   she   treats   the   situation,   brushing   her   meager   attempts   to   harm   her   apropos   to   the   process   in   which   petite   hands   finding   themselves   amongst   the   barrel   of   awe.   a   deliberate   provocation,   her   lips   curving   in   a   smile   as   she   whispered,   “you   know,   i’ve   had   my   fill   of   clumsy   fools   who   barely   know   how   to   wield   a   blade…   or   a   gun.”   her   fingers   lingered   on   the   weapon,   the   heat   of   her   skin   almost   brushing   sarah’s   knuckles.   “but   i’ll   admit,   i   was   hoping   for   someone   with   a   bit   more…   finesse.”

"are   you   going   to   squeeze   that   trigger?   or   are   you   curious   to   know   what   a   real   fight   feels   like?   though,   if   i’m   being   honest,   i’d   hate   to   see   you   fall   so   quickly...   the   pirate   queen   of   bilgewater   brought   to   her   knees."   the   calculating   look   of   an   assassin   measuring   her   mark,   though   the   corners   of   her   mouth   curled   upward,   betraying   something   just   a   shade   darker.   "see,   i've   heard   tales   of   your…   reputation,"   she   continued,   her   voice   dropping   to   a   low,   almost   conspiratorial   murmur,   "but   i   can’t   help   but   wonder...   could   you   possibly   live   up   to   it?   or   are   you   just   another   story   spun   out   of   desperation   and   saltwater?"

leaning   in   close,   she   dropped   her   voice   to   a   whisper   that   felt   more   like   a   dare.   "what   do   you   say,   captain?   show   me   if   there’s   something   real   beneath   all   that   swagger—or   let’s   put   the   tales   to   bed."

[lcvetapped]

       𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖈𝖙 of the mysterious woman's voice was enough to elicit a twitch of Sarah's ear . . . followed by a dastardly smirk that could only be described as welcoming the impending danger that lurked behind her .

     ❝  You actually managed to stumble your way into a little bit of recruit training . ❞ Of course , the more hardened and trusted crew members were still on board the deck of The Syren . . . though this certainly did mean that firm but fair reprimands would have to issued to the looters in question .

       Spinning around on booted heel , The Pirate Queen would swiftly have the barrel of Awe trained at the head of the stranger . . . a pause would follow , jade like eyes sizing the woman up from foot to head of hair ; the tattoos proved familiar , that scar . . . percuilar . . .

       . . . could it be ?

       ❝ And I thought that a lowly merchant ship would be beneath the likes of the dreaded Katarina . ❞ Even among the docks and ports of Bilgewater , Miss Fortune had heard terror filled tales of a fierce Noxian woman who's physical attributes seemed to fit those of the woman standing before her . . . such a thought caused her to laugh internally , the yellow-bellied whispers of sailors in the dawn could not aptly do justice to neither the expertise or beauty of the assassin .

      ❝ You don't strike me as the type to ask for terms . . . so what is it ? Hm ? Well trained Noxian steel to my throat ? I can assure you darling that many fools have tried . . . so you'll have to bring something exhilarating to the table . ❞

a   whimsical   hum   (   timbre   rum,   caramel   silk   and   salacious-delicious   ),   she   patronizes   the   shadows   as   a   siren.   each   step   is   a   honed   art,   each   movement   a   whisper   against   the   old   wood   as   the   assassin   glides   through   the   pirate   ship’s   narrow   passageways.   she   slips   from   shade   to   silhouette,   weaving   around   crates   and   barrels   stacked   haphazardly   from   the   recent   plundering,   her   tight   leather-clad   hips   blending   seamlessly   into   the   dim,   smoke-drenched   gloom.

her   boots   find   purchase   on   the   deck   with   uncanny   precision,   avoiding   the   creaks   and   groans   of   worn   planks,   honed   instinct   guiding   her   away   from   telltale   boards   marked   by   years   of   hasty   repairs.   around   her,   the   thick   scent   of   salt,   sweat,   and   spilled   rum   hangs   heavy,   but   her   senses   remain   sharp,   every   sound   and   shift   in   the   air   mapped   with   ruthless   clarity.   crew   members   scuttle   past   her,   oblivious,   their   minds   lost   to   the   euphoria   of   looting—too   blinded   by   their   haul   to   notice   the   shadow   cutting   between   them.

a   smattering   of   umbrage   peppered   throughout   otherwise   ebullient   features,   a   total   of   four   strides   taken   away   from   the   looting   imbecile   ere   extending   delicate   arms   forward   and   stretching,   swaggering   and   reminiscent   to   a   large,   feral   cat,   voluptuous   silhouette   relaxing   as   her   impending   honey   purr   is   summoned   as   the   assassin   pauses   just   outside,   a   slight   smirk   tracing   her   lips   as   she   watches   the   door   swing   open.

the   infamous   noxian   assassin   has   arrived—an   omen   in   red,   blades   gleaming,   emerald   eyes   fixed   unerringly   on   miss   fortune   with   a   deadly,   taunting   glint.   "enjoying   yourself,   captain?   funny—i’d   expect   someone   with   your   reputation   to   hire   more   than   sea   scum   and   drunks.   didn’t   realize   the   great   miss   fortune   had   a   crew   this   sloppy.”