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SEVEN DEADLY SINS

RULES: Bold what applies most. Repost do not Reblog.

LUST

desire for connection, pursuit of pleasure, emotional intelligence, obsessive, lovesick, one-night stand, seductive encounter, flirtatious conversation, erotic party, seductive attire, revealing clothing, passionate gaze, provocative makeup, sensual expressions, suggestive gestures, flirtatious smiles, lingerie, love letters, perfumes, provocative behavior, love poems, erotic art

GLUTTONY

indulgence in experiences, savoring moments, hospitality, generosity, hedonism, culinary expertise, wine tasting, excessive snacking, overloaded plates, excessive portions, bloated stomachs, messy eating, greasy fingers, full tables, indulgent spreads, overflowing cups, satisfied expressions, wine bottles, can't get enough, fast food wrappers

ENVY

motivation, competitive spirit, strategic planning, observational skills, bitter, rivalry contest, envious gossip, resentment-filled argument, social media jealousy, furrowed brows, clenched jaws, side-eye looks, pursed lips, tense posture, whispering behind backs, crossed arms, gossip magazines, keeping up with the Joneses, the grass is always greener, feeling inadequate

GREED

resourcefulness, entrepreneurial spirit, negotiation, materialistic, aggressive investment, lavish spending spree, resource hoarding, get-rich-quick scheme, auction bidding war, property acquisition, piles of money, overflowing wallets, luxury items, locked safes, penny-pinching, rare collectibles, selfishness, unwillingness to share

SLOTH

calmness, stress management, nonchalance, relaxation techniques, lethargic, apathetic, inactive, lazy weekend, binge-watching marathon, neglected chores, skipped workout, long nap, lounging on the couch, missed deadline, unkempt appearance, messy hair, pajamas, blankets, slippers, procrastination station, self-care routines

PRIDE

confidence, self-assurance, self-respect, dignity, public speaking, self-promotion, arrogant, conceited, egotistical, self-important, vain, boastful speech, puffed chest, raised chin, smug smiles, spotlight, tooting your own horn, showing off, refusing to admit mistakes, feeling entitled, personal branding, leadership development

WRATH

assertiveness, decisiveness, strength, intensity, boundary setting, courage, indignant, heated argument, road rage incident, physical altercation, angry outburst, clenched fists, glaring eyes, tense muscles, raised voices, reddened faces, aggressive gestures, stormy demeanor, intense frowns, destructive actions, broken objects, punching bag, out for blood, fists, simmering anger

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thinks of how katarina cannot escape the 'never a self-made woman' and 'lineage comes from the father' tropes. crushes the can in my hand.

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no freakin way

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"From father's schematics, the palace is heavily fortified, though maybe not impregnable for me--"

During Katarina's preparations for assassinating King Jarvan III, and once she learns from Lux that he will not be at the execution personally, and instead within the palace, it was simply a matter of estimating which safe room the King would be placed in when Lux causes a distraction to save 'her prisoner.'

"At any sign of imminent threat... Jarvan is rushed to the nearest of his safe rooms hidden across the city. Which I know now will be in the palace itself."

Finding the secret room within the king's chambers, Katarina hid behind the chair and awaited the king to enter. There was always a chance that he wouldn't be brought to this one, but her assumptions of the guard's thought processes are all spot-on. With her equipment with her in case she survives the king's guards afterwards for a quick escape from the capital,

she waited for the king to lock himself into his own doom.

Additionally while we're here, within the Mageseeker's games second-final level is a partially burned note;

Thorn, Your service to the Pale Woman and our family has been unimpeachable. There is just one final task for you before you may leave that so-called "Great City": You shall aid the Sinister Blade in... [indecipherable] While it is highly improbable that she will succeed–let alone survive–luck has favored her foolishness before. She MUST NOT return to Noxus. You shall return in her stead. Do what you will with the light mage. She has served her purpose. [The signature is obscured, but a stamp of a rose seems to be visible on the blackened edge of the page.]

I believe this was for Jaredan, who shot the raptor knight Katarina was using to escape Demacia, followed her return to Noxus Prime, and was also the 'guard' who allowed Lux into the Arcane Registry (rooky mistake introducing himself with his real name - as Soreana later writes to him again and addresses him as Jaredan too)

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Omggg you're so cute and funny do you wanna chase each other with knives

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"Preparations and repairs for the cooler climate ensembles are complete. Orders for new and replacement weaponry have been placed; I've decided quality is needed over quantity in regards to costs." The paperwork strewn with numbers and order details was handed from one gloved hand to another. Katarina stepped back with arms folded behind her back, her fluttering gaze giving away her lack of focus on the report at hand.

She had the nagging feeling of being watched by unseen eyes.

"And... I am still waiting to gather all the reports of the Warmason Order with the conditions around the Empire's borders. Warmason Colette, assigned in Piltover to infiltrate Clan Medarda, is yet to send her next... report..." Tucking her red fringe behind an ear, the assassin's glare tracks around the Grand General's office. Over his desk and his door guard - it would be easier if she hadn't worn her eyepatch, though it would go against the orders of her doctor. Katarina turns back to Swain, warily assessing his own reaction to the unsettling feeling.

"There's someone else here."

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  A STRONG WAFT OF HEAVY SCENTED COFFEE would emit from the Grand General’s office, even before determined footfalls had lead her inside. She would be greeted with a rattling of spikes at the entrance. The hounds, Crucio & Malum, sniffed the air on her wake, sensing their kin's sweet stench had soaked her leathers. Within the dreary room, in the company of a blackbird that was peering at her curiously from its perch, Swain’s form was obscured by stacks of paperwork awaiting review. Beside him, a pair of cracked glasses & unfinished mug of Ixtali coffebean infused water — a drink that had revolutionized the Noxian food market, even if Swain himself paid it minimal attention, in the form of an occasional sip.

  After receiving the document ( nearly identical to the ones that were scattered around his desk with a system of organization that only he seemed to understand ) a gloved finger accompanied his eyes as they traversed over each line. A percepient soldier would be given to understand, however, that the warlord need not observe her features to be listening. However, through the corner of his eye, he had noted that initial tension; the unease with which she stood before his office, as if the room’s heavy atmosphere was suffocating her. And it was quite heavy. He would need to open a window soon. More so than the air itself, though, that other set of eyes hidden deep in the shadows of his curtains ( or perhaps the ceiling boards, not even he knew full well what his comrade was up to sometimes ) was most likely penetrating her as she spoke. Expected; from a man who had not seen her face in years, albeit having been the one to raise it and mark it indellibly. 

   But even more blaring than the gaze of her father, were the all-seeing eyes living in the Bastion’s walls...

 He wore no expression whilst musing over these thoughts. By the time familiar greens would turn back to meet him, slit pupils would have fixed on her for the first time since she entered, staring coldly into her trepidation. His features mellowed soon after their eyes met, however, almost as if he, too, realized how unsettling that piercing glare could be. Slowly, an icy smirk crept over his lips.

 ❝ General Du Couteau. ❞ It almost sounded like a statement, had it not been for the slight lilt. ❝ Your perception is admirable; if only it were accompanied by an attention to detail . ❞ The tap of his nail against paper would beckon her attention to the document at hand. He was specifically pointing to the first page, right below the date; a blank space.  ❝ If you neglect to stamp them with  your personal signature as well as the Warmason’s, how are we to know that these numbers have, indeed, been approved? Or do you expect me to remember every single report that has entered my office from dusk till dawn? ❞

  His lips pursed into a frown, releasing her from the embers of his glare in favor of gracing Fidel with a nod towards the exit.   ❝ I will have my guard make the round. ❞ Which was as upfront and simultaneously dishonest of a statement he could cojur.                       // @sinisterness

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no. 1 'makes direct eye contact w you while performing a symbolic action' shot in history

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@nameaprice wonders: "I had a close friend join Noxian forces. What's so enticing about working for the Empire anyway?"

Nails with peeling black polish rap against her armour as she turns to the mercenary. Lips pull into a smile thinking of the propaganda plastered on every available surface in secured trade towns, Calls she's heard repeated so often enticing locals to join the ranks. It was always something romanticised; being the reason your squadron finds victory, making friends with other Noxians from somewhere you've never heard of, representing the Might of Noxus to the rest of the world. They never sung the praises of the staying up into the early hours cleaning armour, or living off of rations for months on end on the front line.

"It's a steady income, foot soldiers get three square meals a day and medical aid. You get taught basic education too if you didn't get the chance. And you get to be part of a big system working toward a common goal." Leather whines against the change in her posture as Katarina leans forward in her seat. Tucking her fringe behind an ear, her cheek ends up resting on knuckles. "Uniting the world under the same banner, and the principles of strength." She reaches for her drink so she doesn't see the other's reaction, knowing how overused the line was, hiding her genuine belief in it.

Taking a small sip, both hands end up holding the mug before her visible, green eye lands back on Sivir. Her smile is warm.

"There's a place for everyone in Noxus, so I hope your friend found theirs."

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"Mother's Day...." cracks the glass in her hand.

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🗡 katarina updates;

- carrd & bio update - added differences between canon and hc verses - created new headers - updated both playlists - edited & added tags - created new pinned post still to-do;

- write longer backstory - outfit design update - write headcanon posts (blood-bound blade magic, work, etc.) - add written and visual artist inspiration names - update blog page formatting

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classic verse split.

an eye for an eye - canon lore followed.

After uncovering and stopping her father's attempt at killing Swain, Katarina has no family left to turn to now. As the sole member of the Du Couteau house still pledged to Noxus, and leader of the family's assassin guild, she gives everything to the goal of a stronger empire. Answering to Grand General Swain, she sees to it that any that stand in the way of Noxus' future meets a quick, and bloody end.

how do you like me now - headcanon-based events.

With her father's untimely disappearance, Katarina is content to let dead dogs lie, and focusing on her role under Noxus' new ruling. With her unmatched skills she worked her way into the role of general with the responsibility of an assassin guild beneath her, and now overlooks more missions than she does herself, keeping the empire moving from the shadows. Of course, only the most dangerous and impossible tasks are left to her.

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independent, private, canon-divergent katarina from league of legends, cherished by chimes established in 2017 follows back from my talon blog, mercless. find a list of all my muses below.

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She wanted to protest, that such a cruel act couldn't be in every human spirit. But Katarina knew there was no evidence for her to bring fourth for such an argument before the older woman, as much as she hated to admit. Maybe it was just some childish wish for it to be true, that she clung to even now. After everything. Instead of a response, she pouts and bites her gums. She couldn't betray the Noxus she believed in. And that at least, Swain was good at describing as well as creating.

Darker thoughts seeped into her mind until the Grand General's action makes her jump, nails releasing her face. With a wide eye she stares back at Swain, speechless at the act, and the reasoning. Her eyepatch did little to hide the deep scar across the other part of her face. Instead, the assassin sits back to listen, both hands now resting on either chair arm. The instant continuation of the conversation leaves her to hardly even reflect on the scolding, having to think instead on the lives of people beyond the dunes, and otherworldly monstrosities beneath them. Of course Swain would consider if there was use for something so dangerous; how it could serve her and the betterment of the empire. Katarina is almost curious enough to ask what their remains could even be used for, but staying on subject is far easier.

"I love when work isn't just sightseeing." Posture straightens to see the paperwork, but the assassin waits to see if it's information was for her eyes. The thought of everyone she knew to be in the southern land soured any thoughts of returning to it. "I'm not the best choice for persuasive words or formalities, you know. So I hope your plans involve me clearing the path of any difficulties for the real orators."

"Betrayal is human nature. To resist it is to be strong of mind, spirit and soul. I have been surrounded by it ever since I was a child. Even my own parents ended up traitors to Noxus, and to me. I do not hold it against them. I never expected much from them anyhow."

"I do not expect you to betray me, but there are circumstances in your history and my own that make it a possibility. It's not inherited, Katarina. But it can be passed on to next of kin." Swain failed to see the humor in Katarina's words. Then again, she was never truly one for humor.

Looking up from her work, she puts the documents aside, giving her full attention to the young woman opposite her. Though the quirk of a brow is the initial reaction as the General reaches out to flick Kat's fingers away from her cheek. "Stop that. You're going to ruin your face. You're too young to have it look like mine."

"Shurima." Swain continued as if nothing had happened. "It's not the territories I'm worried about. The constant threat of Void assault is becoming a nuisance, it also gives the soldiers a chance to become adapt at fighting them and learning formations that help take them down. Their materials also serve a purpose, within limits... I rather not invite the Void into Noxus by building something with it."

"There are regions within the desert that oppose Shurima's rule. Either because they always have done so, or they despise ancient rule returning to claim to govern them."

"We're still gathering information, as they're not quite fond of outsiders of any kind. But it'd be within our interests to see if we cannot fund them or supply them without the Sun Emperor's knowledge... So, how does a trip to Shurima sound, Katarina? Not to worry. I have some assassination targets for you as well."

"Thoughtful, aren't I?" An aged smirk settled on her face as she tapped a folder on her desk.