#+ the darkin blade; aatrox.

[dirgc]

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[tragedybunny]

꧁༺League of Legends Fanfiction Masterlist ༻꧂

༺ The Blade's Edge - League of Legends Long fic - Swain x Katarina - NSFW ༻

Blade of Noxus - Prequel to The Blade's Edge

A failed assassination attempt, a proposition she couldn't refuse, a temptation he couldn't resist. How Katarina came to be employed by the Grand General of Noxus.

༺ The Blade's Edge ༻

They had a simple arrangement. She was the weapon to be used on his enemies. Things get more complicated when emotions bleed into what should simple. Now the two of them find themselves on the precipice of something that was entirely unexpected.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

༺ Swain x Katarina - NSFW ༻

Touch of the Demon - Katarina wants to see exactly what the demon can do and Swain obliges.

The Bargain - An AU - ish fic where Katarina initiates a scheme to get away from her family just before the invasion of Ionia.

A Soldier's Discipline - Katarina has failed the Grand General and she must be punished

A Soldiers Discipline II - Katarina finds herself once again in need of absolution

༺ Swain x Katarina - SFW ༻

Moments - A fluffy little drabble of a soft Swain/Kat interaction

Loneliness - Swain missing his wife

Puppy! - Just a little crack fic featuring a puppy

Naming Day - Swain wants to do something special for his wife Katarina, but finds out it is easier thought than done.

Have You Ever Wanted Something, So Badly You Cannot Breathe? - Based on the final issue of the Katarina comic on Webtoon. written from Swain's point of view.

Swain comes to Kataria's aide as Marcus attempts to destroy his vision for Noxus. But the Empire isn't the only thing Swain is worried about, and he finds himself at a loss on how to manage the sudden longing he feels for another.

༺ League of Legends NSFW ༻

What She Needs - Ahri and Vlad are both Seniors at the Academy. Vlad has something she needs, Ahri has something he wants.

༺ League of Legends SFW ༻

Home - Katarina x Lux - They discover something more in each other than t hey ever thought possible.

Inner Demons - A Swain - Sylas Lore Fusion. Prompt from Curious Cat.

Darkin Reunion - Aatrox and Varus and reunited as they both have a homecoming.

Storm - A Katarina x OC Drabble I wrote for the 150 follower giveaway.

You've Always Felt Like Home to Me - Swain x Marcus Du Couteau - Swain has a lot of feelings about his oldest friend Marcus Du Couteau that he’s not really sure how to sort out. But tonight it looks like he’ll have to figure them out at last.

Her Light - Katarina x Lux - A poem about a very happy ending for Lux and Katarina

Performance - Jhin x GN! Reader - A reader with a crush gets to experience one of Jhin’s special performances. 

After the Mist - Katarina x Samira - Samira and Katarina are reunited after the black mist appears in Noxus. Set after the Ruination trailer.

Sacrificial - Aatrox x F!Reader - Reader is left in Aatrox’s path. The result will surprise them both.

It Can't Be Without You - Darius x Swain - Darius has a bittersweet musing on his feelings for Jericho at a dark moment.

It Won't Be Without You - Darius x Swain - A sequel to “It Can’t be Without You”. Darius recovers from a battle wound with Swain at his side

Alliance - Swain X Vladimir - Swain and Vlad have a tense conversation

No Turning Back - Draven X Riven - They are reunited after so long apart

Checkmate - LeBlanc x Swain - LeBlanc Has Won Their Grand Game

The Festival - Crystal Rose Swain x GN!Reader - A short little fluff piece.

[villains4hire]

Who was your first muse? / Least favourite thing about roleplaying? / Favourite trope?

//A Dretch DnD OC that was basically a joke character that had Fabio's face and hair on the body of a Dretch in an evil campaign when I was 13. Tumblr wise I've been on the site since it was made nearly, but I was 17 or so when I took up a character called Aatrox the Darkin Blade from League of Legends. I was pretty successful as him, as for various reasons, I will say ooc did not reflect my writing and while I've vastly improved since then? Most turned to me for Aatrox since I was one of the first, but my drabble speeches were pretty successful too along with writing. I no longer regret those times I guess even if I was kind of cringe or edgy, and had a bunch of fallouts from my own mental state as I just wasn't well or emotionally developed past a certain age in certain aspects until much later and in denial over my autism and aspd still. I can go into further detail privately if it's of interest, as while I have nothing to hide? It's probably wiser to keep it private but the people I knew from then, I know very few other than a handful now, but I'm so grateful toward them. They helped push me into self-reflecting, even if my problems weren't super obvious. So yeah, never expected tumblr with my first character on it to change me like that, but it did. I think it's important to keep note to why I mention it, but it's mostly behind me now.

//I think when it comes to the rpc? Probably how dumb or weird ppl can be ooc or even suddenly to the point of being creepy or disconcerting. Like in a way I'd never talk to someone in rl like that or have ever met someone like that. I've dealt with quite a few of those types and they always confuse me.

//Hrm. I'll just give a quick summary since I can take any of the following: I like either cuddly qp stuff or extremely down bad stuff. Then jokey fun or adventure stuff.

[bladesrge]

                        DANCISTO HAS REACHED 200+ FOLLOWERS!!!

Yup, that time again, a holiday miracle in my eyes, not going to lie. I never knew people would like my depressed Blade Witch as much, but it seems she’s getting places. I’d like to thank you all for being here, watching my useless Blade Dancer cry around && hold hands with monsters.

Surprisingly her muse stayed strong to my heart by this time, something new muses have a hard time doing with me. But Irelia is a fun muse, flexible in so many ways && quite fun to dig into her character. But this isn’t about me, it’s about Y O U !! You people make my day, I swear to everything I know. So many people came to write with me to the point she beat a record for all my previous muses. I’m grateful as hell.

I’ll give some of yall a little shoutout.

@voidbornriven Okay, first of all, you’re the reason Irelia even exists, okay? With the amount of time we spent talking to each other I truly never knew how much we could develop together, && I’ll say it, thank you for making Irelia even more fun to write. It’s fun to see our characters interact, simply because it shows growth, something I absolutely adore. Thank you for being here with me, stay awesome!!

@battlcdance Bring that ass here boy, cuz we got some flowers to throw at you. The right amount of memes && the right amount of seriousness makes you a wonderful partner to talk with, let alone write with. Across all your blogs I absolutely adore every single muse you have, && I can only hope they stay as amazing as you!

@voicecflight Now this I like, I have never thought I’d get to write with an Aurelion, but lookie here, I’m doing so now! && let me tell you I absolutely love it. The right amount of oomf to get me to love a muse. You keep his personality on point && honestly, you’re just a ton of fun to talk/write with!

@dcathified I a d o r e Rhaast, so hear me out. You’re the very first Rhaast I’ve ever written with && let me tell you, I absolutely love him. Fits his character just fine, even if our writings are quite short && we don’t talk quite often, I still think you deserve a spot on this list. Keep it up, you’re doing awesome!

@decaying-flesh Yet another lad I do not write with often, but still, adore (I still cry over that irelia && aatrox holding hands drawing) && from simply watching you write, I can tell you stay true to your muse in every way possible. One of my favourite Aatrox’s on this site! && I only hope you remain this awesome as long as I reside here!

Well, that sums it up for the majority of people I want to call out, but don’t get me wrong, I still love the lot of you. && just to show I'm going to give yall some thanks.

To count some loyal lads: @death-from-below @askthresh @ask-syndra @herbounty @twisted-heartwood @nuova-luna @try-the-punch @darkin-within @stonethrown @zyrc @deathblessing @voracitaas  @lncaendia @ionianwardance @moonaspect @silken-strands @the-economics-of-death @noxian-rose @ardentglory @prodigall @shurima-demigod @shurimanisms @twilead @undying-rage @miighted @then-teeth

&& that just about sums it up!! Thank you all for being here with me, I truly appreciate it!

[witches-and-weirdos]

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Send me（＠◇＠）to hear about an OC idea I have!

Wow, okay! I’m gonna link the last two asks here as well: [1 oc] [5 ocs] 

Keronnen, The Cosmic Devoured /  The Avatar of Doom

Keronnen originally The Darkin Reaper, Darkin of Death was ripped apart multiple times by the Darkin rework. First, Rhaast, also The Darkin Reaper, Darkin of Death was introduced, so I changed him to Keronnen, The End Incarnate, Darkin of Doom. Then we got new darkin lore that again conflicted with him, and if I hadn’t dropped him long before, then he would have been obliterated by the complete deletition and replacement of what darkin were (and the complete deletition of Aatrox and having him replaced by a new guy, Darkin of Doom).

Currently, Keronnen has an incarnation in Kenith’s unwritten lore, behind the scenes.In this form, Keronnen is a “dark celestial”, a cosmic being of immeasurable power and an insatiable hunger for mortal pain and suffering. He prefers to invade a mortal’s body and violently remold it to make his Avatar, and then cause suffering personally.He makes empires fall, he ruins lives, he brutally slaughters everyone you ever loved before your eyes and leaves you alive so he can watch your misery bloom.Kenith once destroyed his avatar, and when he returned, he massacred her entire tribe in return, only leaving her and her uncle alive. He dragged her face down his blackened blade, gifting her the scar that cannot be healed, not even though celestial magic. He then hunted down all those who managed to run away and brought their corpses to Kenith.

Leviaraa, The Darkin Dancer

Leviaraa started out as the dead darkin weapon of Maryah, but since my rework of her (not yet written down on her info page, unfortunately) Maryah doesn’t actually have this weapon, so there’s room for her to be still alive.Leviaraa is a female darkin who performs a mesmerizing war-dance that leaves both allies and enemies stunned and amazed, sometimes even halting their fight just to gaze at her disturbingly beautiful carnage. The amazement is partly magic, but even without it, she could stun people by her performance before her ascension. 

Fleyah, The Lhotlan Druid

I don’t have much on Fleyah yet. She is a Lhotlan, and she is a Druid of the Elder Lands like Erelle. She shows up on the meetings and Erelle had noticed her every time because what a strange but beautiful creature, but the two hadn’t actually met or talked.Fleyah has stunningly beautiful green plumage and now that I made her up like 2 minutes ago for another ask (at the time of writing this) I really wanna add her to my muses!(Update a few hours latter as I actually post this while people aren’t asleep: I decided I will work on her and add her eventually.)

The Old Swamp Witch

Another muse from Erelle’s lore behind the scenes. I’ve only talked about her once I believe. The Old Swamp Witch is someone Erelle met through her travels, she (probably) lives in Kummungu and she’s actually a friendly hag.Erelle likes to meet her whenever she travels that way, the old woman is almost like a grandma figure for her. She had learned much from her.

Aaaaaaaaaand alright, since I’m out of sufficiently developed muses from the league verse (until I get ideas again), I’m gonna tell you about some characters from 2 universes I made up alone, and that I intend on producing public content about in the not-near-at-all future. Some of these could easily be brought over to League verse if I wanted, but I’m really not convinced I should. Maybe though… We’ll see.

I’m having classic “someone will steal these ideas before I can actually make them for that thing” concerns, but at the same time, if I could build a fanbase for this, that would actually be quite very useful.

This Woman…

I DON’T KNOW??? She’s in a sci-fi universe, stranded on a colony ship that never arrived at its destination and she has some augments and I think maybe she sells them as well? Like, this woman is so iconic in my mind, the sketchy doodle doesn’t do justice to her…

This Demon Lord

Who’s name I kinda forgot over the many years but it’s written down somewhere. He’s a side character but kind of a big deal when he actually does show up. I’m not sure which God he belongs to, nor where I can put him in the story, but he’s here, and he’s gonna stay.

Amelia

Amelia is a red haired woman, leading a crusade to a land conquered by powers unholy in her faith. Her primary task is to retrieve artifacts. Through many fights, she and her soldiers are tainted by these powers, and though she succeeds, she and her crusaders return infused with demonic powers and partial demonic mutations. Her story is unresolved, as she makes her return at the world’s current time and I wanted to have it stay that way (for now at least).(She is likely the character I will be showing the soonest, so stay tuned for the next, idk, 1-2 years or so :D)

[voracitaas]

Shadow of a Memory

The sound of worn steel grating on sandstone rang clearly down the empty, sand-swept corridors like nails on chalkboard - sweet comfort to him in comparison to silence. Silence was death, silence was captivity, silence was hell.

And he would tolerate it no longer.

A myriad of weapons lay scattered to and fro across the old yellow tile, cast aside in days long past. Swords of all kinds, spears, halberds, axes; all forgotten to the passage of time. He recognized a few as training arms: dull and poorly made, suitable for only the dullest sparring matches. He had never seen fit to make use of one, nor had anyone thought to use one against him. After all, Rhaast had a certain appetite for fresh blood. Only a fool would spar with him.

A fool, or someone far stronger.

His obsidian claws raked over the final wall corner and fell back to his side. He remembered these halls, albeit vaguely. Though not by any means a home of his, he’d spent time here, for certain... The Darkin’s head tilted, considering the motes of dust floating in the shadows further down the corridor to his left. This way? Daylight didn’t seep this far into the temple. Apparently that hadn’t stopped looters and grave robbers from taking their fill. The thought that some may still be here, scavenging about the many dozens of rooms and hidden passages for whatever scraps his kind had left… The Hunger crept into his bones again, but before it could claw its way into his mind, he moved on.

Memories were never easy to tease from the tangled web he’d been left with. Even those of his brothers felt hazy and torn in places, corrupted by both time and the inky black perversion of the Darkin. Here, though… Here he had thought to chase the tatters of his past. Old Shurima might be more forthcoming than Aatrox.

The wisps of thought came to him slowly; like writhing, dying worms in thick mud. Yes, he had been here before, many times. Back when he had dark, bronzed skin and black hair, clad in crimson and Shurima’s gold, the symbol of the sun disc scrawled into his shoulder with charcoal ink. I hid my eyes, he mused, recalling the hook-billed helm he wore to shade the velvet red irises. In truth, they were only brown - but in the light they shone like dried blood. And it was never fun to have them cower before he had even had the chance to give them a real reason.

Cower… Ah, yes. The Darkin kicked aside a sharper pole arm and reached to grasp at iron bars. This is where they kept the feisty ones.

A vivid memory leapt to mind of the procession to this cell, with him in the center. His elders led, of course, but he was the one who would be working. “Executioner,” they called him, but it was far more than that. Sometimes, when the crime was neither black nor white but a thousand shades of ugly grey, trial by combat was an acceptable way to decide a convict’s fate. In most cases, this was left to mercenaries or petty soldiers already on their way to dismissal and starvation. But for certain little loose threads - those who had powerful enemies or were simply too dangerous to be loosed upon the desert again - demanded extra special attention.

Then, it was thought, they would need a certain victory. And who more certain a victor than one of them? And of them, who more eager than Rhaast?

Hungry…

Oh yes, I was eager. Eager and effective. The Reaper of the Sands, then. That title was often uttered through these halls by doomed tenants. Countless trials and countless victories. Rhaast, it was said, had never lost - and never would. To battle him was to perish before you had even raised your weapon. He relished every second, every drop of blood, every swipe of the many weapons he was accustomed to using. And every man - every blight upon the desert - was cut down without a shred of mercy or remorse.

But there was one…

The memory sputtered and died, leaving only bright green eyes floating in the space in his thoughts like the little motes of dust.

Hungry.

How annoying. His forehead rested against the bars, lips curled back in a silent snarl. Those eyes… They were important somehow, but he couldn’t wrest the why from the abyss. Can’t remember. He tried for a few more moments, staring into the darkness as the irritation grew to anger…

Can’t remember…

Then fury.

CAN’T REMEMBER.

Then unequivocal rage.

The array of prison bars ripped easily from their sockets. In seconds they all lay bent or broken at his feet, the sound of their clattering echoing down, down into the blackness…

And then there was a shuffling, the brush of dirty fabric against ancient stone, the incessant tap tap tap tap of running FEET-

HUNGRY.

The pitch dark of the old temple was already eerie and looming, but having learned the ways of shadow from the whelp Kayn, the Darkin made it a lethal advantage. In an instant he was moving across the walls and through the air and between the smallest cracks, a roiling black mist intent on locating prey. The poor thing, too - all skin and bones and sickness, scraping by on whatever remained in the ancient buildings with their traps and pitfalls. He made for easy pickings - too easy. Before he could make it thirty strides from where he’d begun to bolt, Rhaast had him by the collar. Maddened by hunger, the Darkin’s maw opened as if to first swallow the wretch’s pitiful screams…

But something caught his eye. A glitter of silver instead of gold, the glint of amethyst instead of rubies, emeralds and sapphires Shurima was so keen to hoard. The Darkin’s jaws snapped shut a hair’s breadth from the man’s nose… For now, he was intent on something else.

Massive talons plucked the necklace from the scavenger’s death grip and unceremoniously dropped him to the floor. Apparently not one to look a gift Darkin in the mouth, he took off like a shot toward the exit, leaving behind only the scent of soiled clothes.

Rhaast, however, turned the necklace over in his hands, examining it in the dim light radiating from his eyes. It was nothing special. Amateurish work, despite the intricate twists and turns and swirls around the purple gemstones. No rhyme or reason. All meaningless loops and chaos and trickery-

“Your kind are done for,” he’d whispered - quite happily, though very matter-of-fact. His green eyes glittered in the firelight, but it was his smile - underlined by the silver necklace and amethysts - that unnerved him. Angered him.

The conversation in its entirety was lost to time, but the mention of the Trickster seared itself back into his memory. Targonians in Shurima were few and far between, but some wove their way into the desert’s tapestry. This one, a follower of the Aspect of Twilight, had fallen afoul of the Sun’s law. They’d seen fit to try him by the blade, especially since the prisons were practically overflowing as the empire crumbled beneath them in Azir’s absence.

“Done for,” the words echoed. At the time, they had no meaning. There had never been a meaning ‘til then. But despite the blood that had spilled from that treasonous tongue and the certainty that his kind were infallible, invincible…

They were indeed picked apart, one by one.

And he had been too far away - too far to fight back - called here to deal with the blasphemer. All of his brothers and sisters gone in the blink of an eye, sequestered into weapons and either destroyed or lost. Despite avoiding the first wave by chance, ultimately Rhaast had been no exception.

The past tore into his mind and nested neatly at the base of his neck, merciless. He blinked. Displeasure crossed his face. The necklace disappeared into his monstrous grip and crumbled into many tiny shards.

The past was a hateful thing, painful and unchanging. But the image of those green eyes flashed in his mind again, and he recalled that he’d seen that shade before, paired with purple…

His jaws parted again, a low growl rumbling in his throat as his thoughts leapt to Targon.

Perhaps the future would prove more fruitful.

[fury-of-darkin]

@then-teeth Enters the Fray

Bilgewater... This city had become a topic of great interest to the Darkin Blade as of late, for it had been in a constant state of war since Gangplank was thrust from his place of power. At Aatrox mused on the city below him, l though, he felt an ominous presence, as though something was watching him... “...Have you some business with me?” He spoke without even turning to look for whoever it was stalking the shadows.

[lombra-dalla]

8 FACTS ABOUT YOUR MUSE

Rhaast sings. In very rare occasions, when no one is listening, he would made this metalic sounds, like low and sharp chirping combined with a soft humming. That's the physical manifestation of his tune; what he's really singing though, no one will ever now.

Rhaast has a general displeasure for all things that are related to the undead. He believes they are an unnatural phenomenon, something that goes against his core purpose of erradicating all life. As so, he hates ghosts and undead and immortal beings, though he thinks himself capable of erradicating them at his full power.

Rhaast has a liking for all people he considers 'worthy potential hosts'. Rolewise, apart from Kayn, until now this people are Zed and Master Yi, for they have strong and trained bodies, impresive techniques and a mind that can be tainted and corrupted if twisted in the right way (or so he thinks). Jezebel is also on the list; Rhaast thinks she still lacks some polishing, but her great potential and unusual magic is tempting.

Somewhat related to the last point, Rhaast doesn't care about the gender of his host. Darkin don't have genders per se (Rhaast uses male pronouns because he was idealised as male, not because he identifies as one gender), so they can adapt to any kind of body as long as they fit their standards.

He has great pride in what he is, an unique weapon with amazing properties and power. As such, Rhaast gets offended when he is not treated with the respect and recognition he rightfully deserves. There is no better scythe in this world, no better blade, than him (aside from some of his sibilings). He also hates to be dirty and demands to be cleaned at a regular basis.

Despite being so individualistic, Rhaast misses being part of something larger than himself. He doesn't feel fully inclined to follow Aatrox and his brethren once again, but at the same time he strives for an objective, a purpose, something that gives meaning to his fight. Perhaps it is just boredom, perhaps he really rejects an empty existance. The voices of his creators are distant in the past, so there's no one left to quell his doubts.

Despite everything, he enjoys Kayn's company. Their relationship is based in conflict, and Rhaast really enjoys that, it keeps him sharp and awake after so much time of isolation. Deep down, it's good to have someone to talk with, someone who carries you around, takes you to interesting places and adventures. Too bad he'll have to die.

Rhaast probably wouldn't survive a second time in absolute isolation.

Tagged by: @noxianmercy

Tagging: @origami-assassin , @shadowofdarkin , @shadow-acolyte and whoever wants to.

[infinite-xerath]

What do you thing, how would your different muses interact if they met?

Probably not well, actually. Aatrox finds the War of the Ascendants interesting, but genuinely hopes that they’ll all kill one-another because he knows that the Ascendants are a threat to the Darkin. Xerath, meanwhile, probably wouldn’t take well to the Darkin Blade messing around and starting wars in his ‘empire.’ At best, I can see them coming to a temporary arrangement.))

[fury-of-darkin]

8 Facts About Your Muse

Aatrox likes to try and keep tabs on any and all noteworthy worries within an era. This can include skilled swordsmen, soldiers that stand out amidst an army’s ranks, even sometimes children who show skill with a weapon from an early age. It’s all in the hopes of discovering his next potential muse.

Before bonding with its host, the Darkin Blade was actually much shorter, and the glow within its ‘center’ was virtually nonexistent.

Aatrox is somewhat indifferent to his kin. There was a time, long ago, when he would gladly fight alongside them to spread conflict and bloodshed wherever they went. However, due to having worked alone for ages after his kins’ imprisonment, the Darkin Blade actually sees their return as something of an annoyance. He plans to offer them a chance to help him once more, of course, but if they refuse and wind up threatening his ‘art,’ Aatrox won’t hesitate to try and kill them.

Aatrox’s ‘armor’ (the metal gauntlet on his right arm, as well as the plating on his legs) are actually parts of his host’s armor that have melded with his flesh.

Aatrox has rooted himself into the history of many nations, but he has a tendency to seldom venture to areas like Shurima or Mount Targon. The demigod-like beings there are... Problematic for his work, so he tends to stay away when Ascendants or Aspects become active.

Though Aatrox’s magnus opus will be ‘a war to end all wars,’ he doesn’t actually believe that such a thing would truly be the end for Runeterra. It is his hope that even after the world is in ruins, life would slowly begin to return, and a new cycle might begin.

Should the Darkin Blade succeed in his greatest and final work, and survive the great war that stems from it, he plans to use the gateway upon Mount Targon to find new canvases on other worlds.

Aatrox hates the Shadow Isles and the Void, because he views them as threats to his ‘ultimate masterpiece.’

Tagged by: @lombra-dalla

Tagging: @theplasmablade @ionian-storm-chaser @ladyem-s-grimoire and @veigarthevile

[fury-of-darkin]

★ FILL IN THE QUESTIONS AS IF YOU ARE BEING INTERVIEWED FOR AN ARTICLE AND YOU WERE YOUR MUSE.

TAGGED BY: @homuncolossus TAGGING: @sxlemnity, @share-in-my-torment, @ask-fluffy-gnar, @yordleassault

1. WHAT IS YOUR NAME? “I have many, though most know me as Aatrox.”

2. WHAT IS YOUR REAL NAME? The Darkin glares intently, hinting that the interviewer should move on to the next question if they value their life.

3. DO YOU KNOW WHY YOU’RE CALLED THAT? “Aatrox was the first name given to me by the people of this world; its origins are rooted in a language no longer spoken by humans, but I have held onto it all this time.”

4. ARE YOU SINGLE OR TAKEN? “.....”

5. WHAT ARE YOUR POWERS AND ABILITIES? Aatrox chuckles. “I am the Avatar of War. I was practically born a master with the blade, but aside from that, I wield a powerful form of blood magic no mortal has yet to achieve.”

6. WHAT COLOR ARE YOUR EYES? “Unless you are blind, you can plainly see that my eyes are red.” Aatrox chuckled. “Some have described looking into them as ‘staring into an endless see of hate and rage.’ I think that an apt description.”

7. HAVE YOU EVER DYED YOUR HAIR? “I am starting to suspect you are, in fact, blind.”

8. DO YOU HAVE ANY FAMILY MEMBERS? “...By technicality, I suppose. There are others like me, but I’ll say no more on the matter.”

9. DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS? “No. I see no point, as I would far outlive it.”

10. TELL ME ABOUT SOMETHING YOU DON’T LIKE. “Peace. It is a woefully boring period of time in which mortals grow complacent and forget their true nature. Alas, it is a necessity, as peace marks the interlude between one conflict and the next.”

11. DO YOU HAVE ANY HOBBIES OR ACTIVITIES YOU DO IN YOUR SPARE TIME? “I tend to visit warriors’ graves and old battle grounds in order to reminisce about past works.”

12. HAVE YOU EVER HURT ANYONE BEFORE? Aatrox simply laughs.

13. HAVE YOU EVER… KILLED ANYONE? The laughter stops. “...Are you being truly serious right now?”

14. WHAT KIND OF ANIMAL ARE YOU? “...I am afraid your meaning is lost on me.”

15. NAME YOUR WORST HABITS. “I suppose I do tend to stop and examine my own blade quite frequently... Not that I have any real reason to. It never dulls nor rusts. I suppose it but a means of appearing casual in the midst of a conversation...”

16. DO YOU LOOK UP TO ANYONE? “Not particularly, though there are those worthy of my admiration.”

17. GAY, STRAIGHT, OR BISEXUAL? “My kind have no need for sexuality, as we do not reproduce...”

18. DO YOU GO TO SCHOOL? “No...”

19. DO YOU EVER WANT TO MARRY AND HAVE KIDS SOMEDAY? “I sincerely hope this is a jest.”

20. DO YOU HAVE ANY FANS? “I suppose so. Some worship me as a god of war, so I imagine they would count.”

21. WHAT ARE YOU MOST AFRAID OF? “Nothing, as a true warrior fears nothing.”

22. WHAT DO YOU USUALLY WEAR? “Some armor on my legs and arm.”

23. DO YOU LOVE SOMEONE? “Love... An emotion of which I am incapable.”

24. WHAT CLASS ARE YOU? “Your meaning, again, is lost on me. If you mean regarding the League’s system of classification, I am a ‘fighter and tank.’ I most commonly fight as a top-laner or jungler.”

25. HOW MANY FRIENDS DO YOU HAVE? “A few. That demon-Tahm Kench, as he calls himself now-is prominent among them.”

26. WHAT ARE YOUR THOUGHTS ON PIE? “I do not eat.”

27. FAVORITE DRINK? “I do not drink...”

29. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE PLACE? “The battlefield.”

30. ARE YOU INTERESTED IN SOMEONE? “There are those who peak my interest, yes...”

31. WHAT’S YOUR DICK SIZE? “…..............”

32. WOULD YOU RATHER SWIM IN THE LAKE OR THE OCEAN? “...I do not swim, but I suppose that, if I must choose, it would be the lake.”

33. WHAT’S YOUR ‘TYPE’? “You ask some truly strange questions, mortal.”

34. ANY FETISHES? “Hmm... I suppose some might consider my sword to be a magical object of worship?”

35. TOP OR BOTTOM? DOMINANT OR SUBMISSIVE? "Again, your meaning is lost on me. However, I will say that I am very-much dominant on the battlefield.”

36. CAMPING, OR INDOORS? “I do not camp, but I prefer the outdoors.”

37. ARE YOU WAITING FOR THIS INTERVIEW TO BE OVER? “I have only agreed to this because I have time to kill. If you are done with your quetioning, however, I shall take my leave now.”

[fury-of-darkin]

Mun & Muse Reference

Tagged by: @vastayanrebel

Tagging : @rinidinger, @powerfed, @noxian-rose, @speaking-through-strings

muse:

NAME: Aatrox NICKNAME: The Darkin Blade, The Avatar of War, and several others (technically, even Aatrox is a nick-name, according to Illaoi’s taunt.) ZODIAC SIGN: ... GENDER: (Technically) Male FAVORITE COLOR: Red AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: War does not rest HEIGHT: Roughly 6′8?

mun:

NAME: ... NICKNAME: Gold ZODIAC SIGN: Scorpio GENDER: I’m a bro FAVORITE COLOR: Gold AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: 6-8 hours LAST THING YOU GOOGLED: Arslan Senki (This is a really great anime, go watch it) HEIGHT: ...

[fury-of-darkin]

Number 3 ovo b

My muse gives a speech before a battle.

Aatrox looks at the broken and battered warriors before him. They are exhausted. They are wounded. Yet within them, he senses an absolute hatred for their enemy; they can’t continue fighting, but they want to. The Darkin Blade would help them.

“There is no future in admitting defeat.” He made himself known among their ranks, casually working his way to the front. “Your enemy wants to take everything from you; your lives, you way of life... But you are not so meek or timid as you may now appear. Within each of you burns a passion to fight for what you believe in; let that passion burn. Let it consume you. Let it leave your throats as a cry of defilement. Die here, and this war was for naught. All the lives you have lost and all the suffering you have endured will be meaningless. Now fight, and be remembered as heros, or die, and be remembered as cowards!”

And with that, Aatrox charged forth into the enemy lines, knowing that the rest would follow soon...

[fury-of-darkin]

My muse walks between the corpses after a tremendous battle. A drabble about their feelings. (I need this.)

Aatrox walks through the battlefield, looking around him. He had calmed down now in order to survey his latest creation. Several bodies lay scattered about him. Some were missing heads or limbs. The Darkin allowed himself a small smile. Though it paled in comparison to the thrill of cutting down enemies, the feeling brought on by all the death and destruction surrounding was almost as enjoyable.

Most would consider this sight ghastly or grim; many would have mourned the lives lost here. Aatrox did not. The weak had died and the strong had lived. One cause had prevailed over the other. True, Aatrox had helped to determine the outcome, but his intervention did not mean CERTAIN victory. As he stepped in a small pool of blood, Aatrox’s blade reacted, and he stopped to let it drink.

“Refreshments well-earned after a hard-fought battle, paid for by those who truly have nothing else to give. Truly, victory is the most euphoric feeling in this life, or any other...”

[fury-of-darkin]

A New Muse

Aatrox stood in the midst of a ruined town. This place, just three day ago, had been the sight of a battle between Noxian soldiers and a small group of rebels. The Darkin Blade had aided the latter, spurring them on with hate and bloodlust, and overturning what seemed to be a decisive victory for the Noxians. Now, the rebels had cleared out, and the remnants of the town had been abandoned.

Aatrox was observing the after match of his latest work when he saw something: what looked to be a young boy walking through the town gate. Curious, Aatrox chose to watch from the shadows for now...

@noxianoutcast

[fury-of-darkin]

At lease according to your muse and headcanons, what drew Aatrox to fight on the Fields of Justice? Does he foresee something that he can gain from it?

Aatrox is the Avatar of War, and has seen conflict take many forms throughout the ages. He’s seen battles where people mindlessly rush at each other with stones and sticks. He’s seen battles utilizing complex strategies and maneuvers. The Darkin Blade has watched war evolve and change many times, and to him, the battles that take place in the League are but another iteration of war, and therefore fall under his domain.