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❝ ... there's no such thing as brutal violence in this world you like to call your dreams. ❞

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@thegoldendemon asked: 44 ⠀ . . .⠀⠀[ ▶ ]⠀⠀⠀/ / / / / :
❝ ... there's no such thing as brutal violence in this world you like to call your dreams. ❞

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A liar tells his honest opinion | Accepting
I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧ I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧ I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to (would) protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically {is that possible?}). ✧ I love you (romantically).
thegoldendemon replied to your post: // …. Literally months after drawing that, only...
Hmmm
// I am seeing you go ‘hmm’ a lot today and nothin’ for nothin’ but that’s creeping me out thanks
There is a man lying on the ground, hand extended into the air and terror etched into his features.
There is a boy, standing tall, a blade in his hand and rage in his heart.
Zed stares down at Jhin, murderous intent flaring in his eyes. He takes a step forwards, lifting his weapon, and Jhin, the Golden Demon, murderer, actor, fraud, flinches, scared for perhaps the first time in his life. Zed whips his hand back, ready to jerk his blade across Jhin’s trembling throat, when Kusho throws his hand in front of Zed.
“No,” he says, and Zed and Jhin both stare at him, shocked.
“No,” Kusho repeats, taking his own steps towards Jhin, stooping down to bind his wrists and ankles. “He will be imprisoned. Balance must be maintained Killing him would ensure only the loss of yet another life.”
When the guards arrive to take Jhin off to Tuula, the surrounding crowd erupts in cheers and celebration. The air is abuzz with excitement. “We’re safe!” People shout, clinking glasses together. “We’re free!” Some walk up to Kusho, to Shen, to Zed, congratulating them on their success.
Zed doesn’t notice any of it. The people celebrate a mistake, and all he can hear is the terrible sound of betrayal veiled behind every word Kusho speaks. The demon escaped their clutches for four years -- how can Tuula possibly expect to do any better?
It’s a very, very fortunate thing for Khada Jhin that Cassiopeia DuCouteau is a woman of Noxus.
Women of Noxus understand there is a card in the sleeve - something as hidden as a silver blade or a silver tongue, waiting to be used against you, or to simply protect itself. A meeting between the elite is never as simple as a parlour’s afternoon; it is layered in secrecy, veils of cherry red over black roses. As such, she understands the morally unfavoured may make a public appearance. But no fool would stand in a room of Noxian elite and out someone’s hidden identity so clearly.
The knives may come out. The bride will come out.
The DuCouteau parlour hums with a violin by the window; Countess Eliza stands at the doorway to the kitchen that leads to the patio, charming the brother to her husband. Cassiopeia DuCouteau lays on a lounger, white gown stretched over her beautiful legs, not a single fold rustled by the wind.
The Black Rose sends only its best.
“Are you the one who represents High Command?” she asks it with all the innocence of an inquisitive maiden, the one who can slip a nail under the latch and swing it open. She doesn’t know where he came from, but she knows he’s no Noxian by blood. And that is acceptable. She knows his uniform is real. She knows he’s comfortable. An uncomfortable presence doesn’t settle by Marcus’ serpent daughter so boldly.
“My dear sister told me we would expect visitors from parliament,” says Cassiopeia, finger twirling a brown hair curl. “Or do I have you mistaken for someone else?”
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😤 - what is your roleplay related pet peeve?
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&& rose colored petals would p a r t as soft breeze pass’d thru them. slender digits would rise && curl delicately ‘fore pressing contemplatively on smooth porcelain skin.
—————— ❝ p e e v e s?❞ she would breathe with uncertainty, && her brow would pucker just the slightest as soft, curved hairs dimpling her innocent forehead. Onyx lashes flicker downward as those petals slip open once more.
—————— ❝ I don’t have many, I’m afraid.❞
&& those delicate petals would kiss together gently && curve upward, soft && apologetic. ❝ I wish I could be of more h e l p.❞
eyes a’glow and ever attentive, he could feel the ripple of energy, just as he could feel all else; potent was the light that had grown within, though obscured, as if seen through murky glass; not evil, though not good - it’s own course. the same sense could be felt from the mysterious figure he’d glanced over. his form distorted; not quite solid, yet with some expense he’s able to more materialise. he’s heard of the entity, vaguely uttered by the others of his kind; wary they were, yet the being felt nothing of the sort, though his eyes were sharply trained, ever ready.
“ white mask, spider lily, you walk your own path. ” not a question, more an observation, a statement, yet something they perhaps had in common to some degree. @thegoldendemon
![AIRHORN]! (this counts as a meta so fuck you)
PROMPTS. | mutuals pls
What kind of a man leaves corpses at the bells of the Placidium then expects me to be flattered at wordplay in a letter?
There’s a pile of them in a quiet corner of my house. Haikus, poems-- promises that he’ll see my head on his mantle, dissected blades and all. I haven’t the heart to burn them, not knowing what his magic is capable of, and burying them would leave too much room for his satisfaction.
I don’t know what he wants. Does he know what he wants? There’s something bizarre, alien about the way his mind works. Dieased and ill, so callous as to deem his grotesque displays as art. Demon is fitting even if he still yet bleeds like a man and is feeble like a man.
It’s easy to despise him. Frankly Ionia would be beyond safer and cleaner should I find the opportunity to thock my blades through his chest, finding justice for the countless victims and the countless more he’ll slay for anyone’s attention.
But.
Just as that devil insists, there is a greater stage than what meets the eye. He’s invited me to solve the puzzle. I imagine he’s giddy with glee with every step closer I take to him behind the bars. That mongrel! There are people’s lives at stake and to him it’s a game!
...
It’s a game he knows I have to play.
To my horror, Khada Jhin may be my only source of answers of where the stink in the Council truly lies.