Hey remember that time when Riven was a mass murderer?
// Many thanks to inuis for keeping me in Christmas sweaters <3
// I’d just like to take a moment to promote the work of a friend of mine:
The fella who plays Riven on the official forums has written a pretty fantastic piece to show Riven’s perspective on the events of Yasuo’s lore, and while we obviously have a few differing opinions about one or two things, and our own headcanons too, I’d say it’s pretty spot on.
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// hair up, hair down
// Reblogging this here as it actually means more to me than you might think.
It’s a headcanon thing.
// I have to admit, I’m more surprised by the fact that I’ve managed to retain so many followers than I am by my reaching this milestone. I’ve always expected my huge periods of inactivity would lead to people just getting bored of this blog, but it seems that people just haven’t done that. Your call :)
I’m working through my backlog as best I can - yes, three posts in a month - I just have a hard time coming up with answers that I’m actually satisfied with. I’d rather give a complex answer that actually explains something about a character’s past, and how it’s shaped their understanding and view of the world, than something relatively simple. That’s just the way I work.
Thanks once again to all of you.
The last few weeks have been quite busy for me. There has been a new sense of urgency about the Institute and a number of unfamiliar summoners have asked to take me to the Fields, many of them all too expectant. At times I’ve found myself wondering whether the the stewards have been allowing me the proper respite periods, as it feels as though I rarely get a moment’s peace. I don’t think that I’m alone in that; I’ve noticed a change in the atmosphere about the League itself, with more tension on display between summoners and champions. All I can say is that I’m glad this period is set to end soon enough. It’s been a difficult time and I’ll be glad to put it behind me.
More than anything, I think it’s been bothering me that a number of those I’ve dealt with have been reluctant to take the time to strengthen our connection and ensure we coordinate in practice. Between miscommunication and a lack of understanding for how I read the field, I’m sure that there have been a number of mistakes that could have been avoided had they only been more sure of my strength and how to use it. I can accept accidents and misjudgements, but there have also been some moments that, as hard as I try, I can’t explain at all. Those are the worst – the ones I still remember now.
I have no memory of our match together, summoner, so there is nothing for me to forgive. If it means anything to you, that I can’t recall it means that I’ve experienced far worse this week than whatever you put me through.
As for the chocolate … I’m not sure who told you that, but it’s not really true.
I’ve received more than my fair share of gifts and showings of kindness in my time at the Institute, many of which have included chocolate or candies, and I’ve never really been sure what to do with them. I’m not really one for sweets, and I usually end up giving them away. I’d rather someone have them who will enjoy them than let them go to waste in my stores.
I appreciate the gesture, and the apology, but it really isn’t necessary.
This isn’t the first time that I’ve been asked this question, but I think that it’s still something worth addressing again:
In the first few weeks after I arrived at the Institute of War I was caught off-guard by the fact that people paid any real attention to me, much less that they cared to compliment me. It was strange to go from being someone who strangers barely noticed to being recognised in crowds and treated as though I was somehow special. I couldn’t help but like it, I suppose, even if it took some time to grow accustomed to the level of attention that we champions draw. Even if those I met only know me for my skill with a blade, they usually proved far more willing to hear my story, and learn what had brought me to the League, than anyone had in the years before. That more than made up for any difficulties I met when it came to changing my ways.
At the same time, I couldn’t ignore that people were starting to notice me for more than just my skill or the the things I wished to bring to light. I’ve been asked more times than I can count if my hair colour is natural (It is) or why I choose to dress as I do, and it’s easy to grow tired of questions like those when you hear them more than others that you think are more deserving of answers. Eventually I all but gave up paying attention to those who had things to say about my appearance, good or bad. It was the most straightforward way of dealing with the matter, and it gave me the time I needed to focus on things that were more important to me.
I wasn’t completely unfamiliar with attention like that, having gone through something similar when I first came to prominence in Noxus. In my mind being the model soldier meant more about your understanding of doctrine and performance on the field than your appearance and form, but there were always those who were more concerned with my looks and thought it all the better that their ‘posterchild’ was someone fit to put on posters. I’ll admit that I enjoyed the attention – I wanted nothing more than to be noticed – but I wasn’t quite sure how to deal with admirers … especially those older than myself. I supposed it helped that I had my training, and eventually my first orders and engagements, to lose myself in. What other people thought of me meant nothing on the battlefield and scarcely more when I was besting them in the training rings or putting them through their paces.
Even after two years back in the public eye, it still seems strange to have people call me ‘cute’ or similar. I’m not going to pretend that I consider myself unattractive, but I certainly don’t go out of my way to draw that kind of attention. It is nice, but it isn’t something I aim for when I take to the Fields or go about my life away from the League. That’s something I wish people gave more thought to – that, as much as I appreciate compliments, I’m rather fond of my privacy and have my own life away from the Institute of War. I’ve had some things shouted at me which were … unwelcome, but I suppose that must be true for the majority of those who serve on the Fields. It doesn’t really bother me, and I deal with it as best I can.
It got far worse after they introduced the bunny suit. That I certainly could have done without …
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