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noxianrose

  noxianrose  a brow raises,...

leblanc, literally making herself untouchable for six days: you’ll go insane before you even catch me

garen, pinching the bridge of his nose: i would never lose myself to insanity, that is not an option

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noxianrose

  a brow raises, lips giving way to a flash of her...

Leblanc, laying herself on his back: WOW

garen, literally glaring at the sun: i will feed you to the lion

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a brow raises, lips giving way to a flash of her teeth. She’s been perched on a throne of ruin, weaker men would throw themselves to her, seek comfort in her ever lasting cabal. Her secrets of immortality. “You know, I’ve always preferred chaos, but I must say, you look rather unsure of what your goal is too. vagrants of war.. such a fitting title, don’t you agree?”

         When it came to the appearances of people like her, he always assumed them mere ghosts of his past here to haunt and provoke him. He was much stronger than most anticipated, able to ignore even the most irritating of flies, just as he saw her — eyes focused STRAIGHT AHEAD, staring above the ruination and attempting to bring his power forth to restore the damage.

         Rubble shifted around LeBlanc, the room piecing itself together and walls mending that which was broken; it all flowed like the retreating clockwork of time, that is until her words reach him. Abruptly the pieces fall and Garen’s piercing gaze find their mark, settled upon the matron’s own golden eyes. Garen may have been a soldier, but he’s learned the true meaning of irritation when it came to those who didn’t RESPECT him.

         “ And what of your prattling, pray tell, matters to me? You seem to forget the role you play in all of this. You have lose your influence. ”

         There’s a bitterness in his tone, despite the ghost of a smug smile that creeps into the corner of his mouth. It fades just as fast as it had appeared. Garen knew he was the only one who could hope to be Darius’ equal, the one to potentially stop him, and stop him he will; there was no room for error, and Garen relied not on his people, but on the order of his army. There was no way such spontaneous actions could break his ranks, he had complete faith in his abilities to come out as victor. NEVER AGAIN will he taste defeat.

          “ Scurry on, little rat, there is no place for your ilk here. ”

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also because of garen’s death in the elementalist lux trailer ( she’s holding a piece of his scarf ), and because i headcanon this verse happens 4 years after the invasion, garen’s hair is longer than it was. actually i’d say it’s around this long, and although it was much longer, he has since then cut it to keep out of his way

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THE VALLEY OF KINGS --- ♛

Wheels have been set in motion, and they have their own pace, to which we are condemned. Each move is dictated by the previous one - that is the meaning of ORDER. If we start being arbitrary it'll leave us in shambles: at least, let us hope so. Because if we happened to discover, or even suspect, that our spontaneity was part of their CHAOS, we'd know that we were lost.                                                                                       ( a god king garen & god king darius playlist )

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habeenki:

choose one: fangs or pointed ears, immunity or immortality, wings or horns, greek mythology or egyptian mythology, chokers or anklets, dark red or dark green, glitter or blush, heels or boots, ripped jeans or fishnets, long nails or short nails, vampire or werewolf, oceans or forests, books or movies, phone calls or text messages, rings or studs and skirts or jeans.

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defensator

  noxianhand video [ me, seeing those tags:...

[ good.. . songs y ou say ]

the fact that you said this on jayce scares me what are you planning

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noxianhand

 video

[ me, seeing those tags: :eyes: ]

much like the song, i’m WEAK nox.

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noxianhand

  noxianhand  ❝ Murderers are...

[ this is why they try to kill each other. they can’t talk it out since they are both conveniently blind and hella fucking stubborn]

GOD just drop these two in a pit and let them duke it out by themselves, there’s no need to pull soldiers into the conflict. literally just take away their weapons and isolate them from everyone else, it’ll be fine

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hellfire is just a big gk garen abt. gk darius song askjfdng. garen sees someone so void of the systematic and controlled mannerisms he’s used to and just dies inside.

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noxianhand

  ❝ Murderers are not monsters, they’re men. And...

[ darius, pulling that ‘the point x you’ meme out of his pocket–: ]

[ he just wants u to see that men are meant for war, garen, c’mon ]

i’m sorry, garen’s gone conveniently blind and deaf. he doesn’t understand what you’re trying to say darius. see if he ignores you, then there’s no way he could become corrupt himself. ‘cause honestly he’s already the better of the two. what he’s doing is right, clearly. smh darius get with the PROGRAM.

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❝ Murderers are not monsters, they’re men. And that’s the most frightening thing about them. ❞ [ throws gk at you ]

the lovely bonesaccepting.

          Blue eyes narrow in their OBVIOUS JUDGEMENT towards the mutt that dares speak to a lion. It was sickening to listen to, his words, for him to speak so freely of what could be regarded as man and monster — a murderer was a murderer, it mattered not who, or what, they were. Darius and his people were no different, and in Garen’s mind his actions were just. To keep order meant to eradicate those who stray from his directing hand — there was no room for chaos to spread its disease.

          Had he not kept his control, Garen’s lip would have curled in disgust, but to bear teeth would be to follow the mannerisms of the wolf — lawless creatures, really, and he was much better than that. He could laugh at the comment, or spit on them, but again he was so much more than petty reactions. Instead, Garen stands statuesque as ever, unmoving as he holds Darius’ gaze with his own — a hint of boredom blossoms in his own eyes.

          “ And who are you to speak of murder? — The earth is stained with more blood shed by your hand than by my own. ”

          The anger and hatred he felt remained subdued, even as his voice near rumbled with the roar his spiritual companion could have bellowed out. The lion was a personification of his strength, or perhaps it was the other way around — regardless, they were one, spirits intertwined to a higher state of being. Gloved fingers TIGHTEN around the hilt of his sword that rested before him, tip nestled in the ground they stood upon.

          “ Or perhaps you have lost your memory in the mindless thirst you have for war. To be a man is to admit when one is wrong, to admit when he has committed a heinous act. Monsters have no remorse, no care — they take and take with no hope of satisfaction. ”

          Garen’s voice echoes in time and space itself, a commanding energy that felt as though it could quake the ground had he been careless — at times he forgot just how much power he held now, but he always sought to make amends. With Darius, his polar opposite yet mirrored self, Garen felt holy fire burn at the self-inflicted chains that restrain him from lashing out. His loyalty was to the people who followed and served him — TO ORDER — not to the ancestor who gave him purpose. Only time will tell just how long he can keep this up before he snaps. There was NO FORGIVENESS for what Noxus and its people have done.

          “ I am beginning to think you have forgotten the fundamentals of humanity. Shall I remind you? ”

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❝ Sometimes the dreams that come true are the dreams you never even knew you had. ❞ ❝ Nothing is ever certain. ❞ ❝ Murderers are not monsters, they’re men. And that’s the most frightening thing about them. ❞ ❝ I began to see things in a way that let me hold the world without me in it. ❞ ❝ Because horror on Earth is real and it is every day. ❞ ❝ It is like a flower or like the sun; it cannot be contained. ❞ ❝ Our only kiss was like an accident- a beautiful gasoline rainbow. ❞ ❝ I always chose the icicle: the weapon melts away. ❞ ❝ This is just a temporary hell, not a permanent one. ❞ ❝ Heaven is comfort, but it’s still not living. ❞ ❝ Loss could be used as a measure of beauty in a woman. ❞ ❝ You don’t notice the dead leaving when they really choose to leave you. ❞ ❝ Your first kiss is destiny knocking. ❞ ❝ Life is a perpetual yesterday for us. ❞ ❝ I fell in love with you again; while you were away.❞ ❝ The dead are never exactly seen by the living, but many people seem acutely aware of something changed around them. ❞ ❝ They speak of a chill in the air. ❞ ❝ The living deserve attention, too. ❞ ❝ If I had but an hour of love, if that be all that is given me, an hour of love upon this earth, I would give my love to thee. ❞ ❝ There’s no condition one adjusts to so quickly as a state of war. ❞ ❝ I left my mark on that man. ❞ ❝ People grow up by living. ❞ ❝ All you have to do is desire it, and if you desire it enough and understand why – really know – it will come. ❞ ❝ Every day a question mark. ❞ ❝ How could it be that you could love someone so much and keep it secret from yourself as you woke daily so far from home? ❞ ❝ In the midst of your failure, you were slowly building the life that you wanted anyway. ❞

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i just finish the blog with tags & a description of how i see garen in this verse, and y’all are already being thirsty smh slow your roll and get in line ‘cause i’m first

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that thicc neck tho @ garen

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          ---   XV .   GAREN CROWNGUARD

His absolute DISLIKE towards Noxians doesn’t just stem from the telltale habituals of being their enemy, but it comes from his mother and ancestors past who were NOXIAN in blood and morals. Eleonore Crownguard was a Noxian who fled from the fields of battle when separated from her regime --- she sought a new life in Demacia and assumed a poor beggar’s role until marrying into the family to Garen’s father, Gabriel. With her secret kept and their family life privileged, none would have expected Eleonore to be the cause of Gabriel’s death. When push came to shove, her loyalty to Noxus returned and she killed the general when Garen was but a mere teenager; however, neither Garen nor Luxanna knew she had been the cause. Pretending to grieve her husband’s death, Eleonore kept a close watch on Demacia’s high command as a spy within its walls. That is until Garen found out the true nature of her intentions and killed her himself.

With the sudden rise of angels trying to keep order, and demons trying to cause chaos, it was CHAOS who first invaded Demacia’s walls; the great beast of fire and brimstone, alongside other demonic entities of its ilk, bombarded the Demacians and tore the city asunder. Garen speculated with the rest of Demacia’s high command that it had been the work of Noxian mages, and they set out immediately to protect that which they loved dearly. Garen, as well as the other Demacians ( presumably ) died in the invasion --- however, it was Luxanna and her newfound elemental powers that survived.

Mourning the loss of her home, friends, and family, Luxanna sought to take any survivors she could find and find a new place to recuperate and rebuild the shining city knowing it’s what they would have wanted. --- However, four years after she left, Garen awoke anew from the old rubble of former Demacia. There had been an ancient echo of the gods calling to him, the true heir to the throne, racking him from his slumber. No choice was given, and in his confusion he was greeted by an ancestor of order known as Konte Riven.

She gave few answers to ease his confusion, and instead told him that the purpose of his resurrection and ascension was to make and preserve order at all costs. It was her demand, and so long as Garen vowed to follow this new practice, he would be given her aid. With newfound power, he first rebuilt the kingdom to its former glory; the shining city of Demacia’s rubble reversed as though going back into time itself, with some improvements to structure here and there. Garen knew there had been no time to mourn the losses he endured, and instead sought to regain and strengthen his numbers; all who vowed to serve Demacia unconditionally were allowed within her walls.

But when it came to preserving order, Garen took Riven’s words quite literally. Any who strayed from his law and their chosen path were executed by his hands, publically to make sure his people knew the punishment for resistance. There could be NO CHAOS in Demacia. The people who didn’t agree with his way of running things, and Garen could never put into words how he felt as though this was for their own good --- for their protection. It was in his best interest to keep everything in order, and so Demacia became a very systematic kingdom that relied on constants and the direction of their God King. Those who followed were rewarded, and those who resisted were punished; and he truly does feel as though he’s doing the right thing, that his actions are justified, but the people may not agree entirely.

He became a tyrant to some, and a paragon to others, Garen and the lion that guides him tear battlefields asunder in favor of PURGING the chaos that Noxus seeks to spread. Deep down, he still believes that it had been Noxus who sent the monsters in the first place and that alone drives him to humor the war.

( To TL;DR: This verse takes place four years after the Elementalist Lux trailer where Demacia is destroyed and all of its citizens are killed except for Lux. For the sake of roleplay, any Demacian who approaches him will be greeted with surprise or caution, as he believes all of them died, Lux included. --- Though he won’t show any mercy if they resist his rule, even if he’ll be reluctant to kill them, because now that he knows they’re alive means he’ll want to try extra hard to keep them safe. If you’d like to discuss something different, please do so! )