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The general nodded, still eyeing the empire of sand. Good enough, he reasoned silently. Shifting his gaze, Swain noted a dried rose resting on one of the bookshelves. The onyx colored flower was a reminder and a memento; while he was the supreme commander, the Grand General, there were many ways to opposing him, and not all of those were in open rebellion. No, some sought to challenge his power in more subtle ways.

He turned to face the anxious woman, a minuscule, joyless smile tugging at the corner of his lip. “A governor of one of our Shuriman colonies is visiting capitol. There will be a banquet” He explained, circling Katarina and retrieving a letter from his desk, the invitation to the event. “I shall attend, and you’ll act as my valet” the general offered the bleached pergament to her. The fancy letter gave the date, the venue and a very strict dress code. It was a high class party and all attendants were expected to dress accordingly. This went for military and civilians alike. 

“I hope you have the necessary wardrobe for this kind of event, if not, I offer my tailor’s services” Swain mused, taking a seat behind his desk. “No weapons in the open. But I am sure you’ll be able to skirt that issue”. The general leaned back in his chair, eyes fixed on Katarina’s face, scanning her expression. “Time for Du Couteaus to show their glamour again in the court. And their allegiance” The Raven nodded ever so slightly in the direction of the dried up black rose.

She leans against the wall outside his office door awaiting his return. With a look of practiced boredom, she idly sharpens a dagger, it keeps her restless hands from fidgeting. She needs a distraction, a target.

The general returns from his trip, having inspected a small contingency of new troops that are to be added to his legion. Rounding the corridor leading to his office, he spots the red head leaning against the door frame. “Katarina Du Couteau” The old man muses out loud, approaching the assassin. “For what do I owe the pleasure” the man asks, his bronze colored eyes staring at her inquisitively. 

#blade-of-noxus

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The general listened in silence, his piercing gaze locked at Katarina’s emerald colored eyes as she spoke. Swain’s expression was carefully managed, cold and attentive even as he sipped from the water, never diverting his eyes from her.

Emptying out the cup, he placed it back on the desk, the metal clinking against the sturdy wooden surface. A small shake of his head denied her apology.  “I am not your father” the Grand General reminded Katarina. “I do not consider it a fault for my subordinates to have initiative” he offered a half concealed compliment to the assassin, stepping past her to take a look at the enormous map covering one of the walls of the office. Swain’s eyes scanned the detailed depiction of Runeterra, once again impressed at the artist’s talent who’d created the enormous piece of work for him to use for his plans. “When is the last time you visited Shurima?”.

She leans against the wall outside his office door awaiting his return. With a look of practiced boredom, she idly sharpens a dagger, it keeps her restless hands from fidgeting. She needs a distraction, a target.

The general returns from his trip, having inspected a small contingency of new troops that are to be added to his legion. Rounding the corridor leading to his office, he spots the red head leaning against the door frame. “Katarina Du Couteau” The old man muses out loud, approaching the assassin. “For what do I owe the pleasure” the man asks, his bronze colored eyes staring at her inquisitively. 

#blade-of-noxus

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🏆 This is the Amazing DILF Award 🏆 ✨💚 Once you are given this award you are supposed to strip in the ask of eight different sluts, who, in your opinion, are just a hole. If you break the chain the ho's will cry, but it is sweet to know someone thirsts for you’re amazing pecker and wants it inside of them 💚✨

// It ain’t Sinday and this man keeps his cane to himself for time being.

A humorous edit however. kudos.

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🏆 This is the Amazing Person Award 🏆 ✨💚 Once you are given this award you are supposed to paste it in the ask of eight different people, who, in your opinion, deserve it. If you break the chain nothing will happen, but it is sweet to know someone thinks you’re amazing inside and out 💚✨ ~~ cause ily

// I may be a bit late for this particular party.

So thank you for the kind words Salami-mun, but I won’t restart this avalanche.

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The shift between the stances of the assassin were clear, practiced boredom giving way to the more anxious stature. The way her now idle hands locked with one another, as if to force calmness to the fiery redhead. “Is that so?” The general mused, stepping past her and unlocking the office door. A small motion of his hand invited the assassin to follow.

The general strode through his office, discarding the heavy trench-coat and pouring himself a cup of water from the heavy iron pitcher. The bronze colored irises turned to look at Katarina, evaluating her coolly. “Assassins should be used sparingly. Yet your blades thirsts” Swain mused, sipping from the cup. “What is haunting you?”.

She leans against the wall outside his office door awaiting his return. With a look of practiced boredom, she idly sharpens a dagger, it keeps her restless hands from fidgeting. She needs a distraction, a target.

The general returns from his trip, having inspected a small contingency of new troops that are to be added to his legion. Rounding the corridor leading to his office, he spots the red head leaning against the door frame. “Katarina Du Couteau” The old man muses out loud, approaching the assassin. “For what do I owe the pleasure” the man asks, his bronze colored eyes staring at her inquisitively. 

#blade-of-noxus #pardon the delay #past week has been... #hectic

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𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐒.

Tagged by  : The holy mother crucifix-and-the-rosary

Tagging : whoever feels like they did not sin enough yesterday

Bolded is yes.  Italics is conditional or partner-dependent.

𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒  &  𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒.

submissive /  dominant /  prefers to top /  prefers to bottom / likes to switch  /  heterosexual  /  heteroflexible  /  gay  /  lesbian  / bisexual / pansexual  /  asexual  / demisexual  / enjoys sex with men / enjoys sex with women / enjoys sex with genderfluid,  agender,  demigender,  or non-binary individuals / enjoys sex with all genders regardless of how they identify  / enjoys sex with multiple people at a time  / enjoys intimacy with women / enjoys intimacy with men / enjoys intimacy with genderfluid,  agender,  demigender,  or non-binary individuals  / enjoys intimacy with all genders regardless of how they identify / initiates /  waits for partner to initiate  / spits  /  swallows  /  morning sex / night sex / sex any time / no sex drive  /  low sex drive  /  average sex drive  / high sex drive /  hypersexual  /  fluctuating sex drive

𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘  &  𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄.

slender build /  medium build  / athletic build  /  muscular build /  curvy build  / voluptuous build  /  chubby build  /  wears boxers /  wears boxer-briefs /  wears lingerie  /  goes commando  / shaves  / trims  / does not shave /  waxes  / cup size a-c  / cup size d-f /  1-5”  in  length  /  6-9” in length  /  10” or over in length

𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐒.

silent /  quiet / loud / grows in volume over time  / bites hand  or  partner /  pillow to muffle to themselves  / calls out partners name / curses /  fakes  /  exaggerates  /  prefers a quiet partner / prefers a loud partner  /  prefers a partner who grows in volume over time  / turned on by dirty talk /  turned off by dirty talk

𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍-𝐎𝐍𝐒  &  𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒.

having their hands pinned / pinning their partner’s hands / having their hair pulled / pulling their partner’s hair / being watched ( by their  partner ) / being watched  ( by a third party ) / watching their partner / receiving oral /  giving oral / giving praise / receiving praise / biting or marking  / being bitten or marked (a lot)  / spanking  /  being spanked / teasing  / being teased / having toys used on them /  using toys on their partner / giving anal / receiving anal /  choking  / being choked / dirty talk / being tied up  / tying their partner up / being worshiped / worshiping their partner /  humiliating / being humiliated / degrading / being degraded / knife play  /  edge play  /  blood play  /  being pegged  /  pegging their partner  / whipping /  being whipped

𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐒.

bedroom  /  shower / bath / pool  / ocean /  kitchen / home bathroom /  public bathroom  / car / tent /  alleyway / field  / forest / school  /  empty or abandoned building  / library ( = office) /  rooftop / terrace /  dressing room /  elevator  / parking lot  /  museum  /  cemetery  / beach  / closet /  hospital

#late sinday #sinday

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She leans against the wall outside his office door awaiting his return. With a look of practiced boredom, she idly sharpens a dagger, it keeps her restless hands from fidgeting. She needs a distraction, a target.

The general returns from his trip, having inspected a small contingency of new troops that are to be added to his legion. Rounding the corridor leading to his office, he spots the red head leaning against the door frame. “Katarina Du Couteau” The old man muses out loud, approaching the assassin. “For what do I owe the pleasure” the man asks, his bronze colored eyes staring at her inquisitively. 

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About the activity of this blog

OOC, obviously.

As you have no doubt noticed, I have been less active since the beginning of June. This is due to the pandemic easing off in my region and country. As such, I have returned to work (somewhat). This means less activity in this blog, though that does not mean in slightest that there’d be no activity. Replies will be written, drabbles written and world building carried on. It will just be done in slower pace.

#OOC #about blog's activity

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Noxian aesthetics.

#the two latter #are from witcher 2 #the first was from pinterest but couldn't find source #Swain's office is much more tidy #and his chambers overall are rather #minimalistic #but the direction is definitely right one #i can see LB and Vlad #with this #aesthetics

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The general nodded at LeBlanc’s musings of her tastes as of late. “The fragrance is pleasing” he admitted, offering the silk-clad woman a glass.

“My evenings are often spent with matters that are of less importance” the man mused, clinking his glass with hers. The bronze hues spied that red layer of color in the usual pools of gold. A trick of the light or a hint of something..? He chose to dismiss it as the effect of an eclipse. “There are precious few things in this world that could keep me from returning” He reassured her, sipping from the wine. The sweet, cool liquid washed down his throat, the general turning to look at the nightly city. “I could not leave this behind, even if I wanted to” he mused, not elaborating further on what exactly ‘this’ was.

[☾] –A bottle of ice wine along a couple of glasses by her side, while she sat on the stone fence of his balcony. Fearlessly, with crossed legs to the abyss below as the merciless cold winds would blow the dark silks of her dress & her raven hair. Merely staring at the bright crimson moon conquering the Noxian Evening. “Aren’t Lunar Eclipses so –so beautiful–; Mon Corbeau?” Offering a smile as turning her gaze towards the Grand General, the Deceiver welcomed him. “…Care for a glass of wine~ ♥?”

The slightly parted doors of the balcony were the cue. Swain needed not guess, who would he find outside as he stepped to the balcony. The summer heat had seen even the nights brimming with warmth, the general discarding his coat and wearing just the uniform. 

Taking in the sight of Noxus Prime, the eclipse and the Matron herself, he gave an appreciative nod. “It is an inspiring sight” The general admitted, walking over and leaning against the fence, taking the bottle and opening it with practiced ease. “Have you developed a sweet tooth, my lady?” The man asked conversationally while pouring the sweet wine into the two glasses prepared.

#the city #the authority #the demon #or the woman #regina-tenebris

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The general nodded at her assertion. “Then I will do my best to refrain” He reassured her, though how much Swain meant it, was up to interpretation. 

"If I take down all the demons - you know that I will return to hunt you down."

The Tactician looked at the huntress, his expression enigmatic. “Ambitious goal, miss Vayne” The general answered in dry tone, yet his voice was devoid of any mockery at her threat. “It is an ambitious goal. And however talented you maybe, you are alone”.

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He gave her a glare at the question. Almost. She’d almost been out of the door without the situation escalating. Sighing, the Grand General gave a curt nod of affirmation. “You are an impressive, strong willed woman Meria Hanmar” Swain replied, turning back to his works. 

Meria seems genuinely surprised, and she can't help but blurt out her question. "Wait, you like men too?"

The Grand General turns to look at his subordinate, cocking an eyebrow at her. “My taste in partners, general Hanmar, is more about the mind than the sex" he replies in dry tone. “And I’d think one can appreciate might and beauty in all it’s forms”.

#general played half dodge #sinday

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Can I grab your boob again? It was fun last time.

“No. You can not”.

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[☾] –A bottle of ice wine along a couple of glasses by her side, while she sat on the stone fence of his balcony. Fearlessly, with crossed legs to the abyss below as the merciless cold winds would blow the dark silks of her dress & her raven hair. Merely staring at the bright crimson moon conquering the Noxian Evening. “Aren’t Lunar Eclipses so –so beautiful–; Mon Corbeau?” Offering a smile as turning her gaze towards the Grand General, the Deceiver welcomed him. “…Care for a glass of wine~ ♥?”

The slightly parted doors of the balcony were the cue. Swain needed not guess, who would he find outside as he stepped to the balcony. The summer heat had seen even the nights brimming with warmth, the general discarding his coat and wearing just the uniform. 

Taking in the sight of Noxus Prime, the eclipse and the Matron herself, he gave an appreciative nod. “It is an inspiring sight” The general admitted, walking over and leaning against the fence, taking the bottle and opening it with practiced ease. “Have you developed a sweet tooth, my lady?” The man asked conversationally while pouring the sweet wine into the two glasses prepared.

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Swain looked at the woman, wondering in his mind about this entire conversation. This woman seemed to breed inappropriate conversations within her vicinity. At least when the Grand General himself was concerned. “Your observation bears some merit. I rarely partake in carnal pleasures. And my partners in those occasions have been of the fairer sex. It does not exclude a wider view however” he pointed out.

At her question, the Tactician gave her an inquisitive eye, suspecting that the woman was up to no good. “General Darius should be somewhere within capitol. Check within his office at the barracks or the training yard” He recommended.

Meria seems genuinely surprised, and she can't help but blurt out her question. "Wait, you like men too?"

The Grand General turns to look at his subordinate, cocking an eyebrow at her. “My taste in partners, general Hanmar, is more about the mind than the sex" he replies in dry tone. “And I’d think one can appreciate might and beauty in all it’s forms”.

#sinday topic

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Meria seems genuinely surprised, and she can't help but blurt out her question. "Wait, you like men too?"

The Grand General turns to look at his subordinate, cocking an eyebrow at her. “My taste in partners, general Hanmar, is more about the mind than the sex" he replies in dry tone. “And I’d think one can appreciate might and beauty in all it’s forms”.

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Since it's Sinday: ...Does he have any unusual fantasy or kink?

The man looks at the fireplace, observing the flames dancing within their stone walled space. They grow and wither, ever moving and shifting. Taking a log from the basket besides the fireplace, the general addressed the question: “I consider myself rather liberal, when it comes to activities within the bedchamber. However, I don’t feel I have fantasies or kinks. Maybe a preference though?” The Tactician offered, tossing the wood into the fire.

The flames greedily began consuming the log, the blaze growing brighter. “I do enjoy being in control. And limiting my partner’s senses only to overload them later, it is... Exquisite”.