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𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 . . . &𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆.

Shen remembers now, why he stopped letting Zed hold him when they were teenagers chasing after the Golden Demon, why he forbade Akali from hugging him when she got too old. The warmth it brings, even from Yone’s chilled body, and the pleasant tingling that accompany that, are almost too much for him. It threatens to overwhelm him. He wants to hold Yone again, cling to him, press his face to his hair and breathe in the scent he though he had forgotten. It is so dangerous to hold someone, so dangerous to let himself want when so much is at stake. If the stars were to order him to kill Yone, or Akali, or Zed, he has to be able to do it. He can’t be wrapped up in these desperate feelings of his.

Still, he is grateful when Yone agrees to stay, and though the guilt at his selfishness threatens to smother him in the pause between word, Shen lets a smile lift the corners of his eyes, just enough for Yone to catch, and tries to crumple up his feelings for now, let himself focus on what he must do, even when Yone reaches for his hands and gives them a squeeze that sends him hurtling ten years into the past. Does Yone remember … ? Often spirits have fragmented memories, only partially connected to their human lives. How much can he recall … ?

“Come in, then,” he murmurs, eyes shifting down and away, as if the strength of Yone’s gaze is too much for him. Turning, Shen leads his way into the old temple, trusting Yone to close the door against the icy chill behind them. The halls are lit with the occasional lantern, though most of them are unlit to save resources. As they walk, Shen takes one from its hook to lead them further into the dark hallway, then into a room where a large pot of water sits over a pile of low-burning coals. Shen sets the lantern down as he prepares a pot of tea and two cups with the water, setting them all on a tray so he can carry them all in one arm, the lantern in the other. “It’s not far,” he promises as he leaves the kitchen again, padding down the wooden floors far more quietly than a man of his size should be capable of.

When they come to his room, Shen slides the door open with care and lets himself into the sparse room, taking off his shoes at the entrance. It’s furnished similar to his room back in the Kinkou temple, with a low table and cushions to sit on, plus a few small shelves for documents and clothing, and little else. Whereas at the Kinkou temple he had a few paintings and ceramics, now he has only a small plant that sits in a bowl on a bed of rocks. Setting the lantern down nearby, Shen gestures for Yone to sit at one side of the table before settling down on the cushions at the opposite end. He sets a cup in front of Yone and pours him the tea before doing the same for himself. Only then does Shen unbuckle the armor on his forearms and set it down nearby, like he’s just got home from a long day at work. “If you are hungry I can provide something for you, but we are not as well stocked as we once were.” Finally, his eyes find Yone’s again, and there’s a sadness there as he shifts to unbuckle his other bracer. “But I would like to ensure you are comfortable during your stay.” And he doesn’t know how long Yone will be here, but Shen finds himself hoping it will be enough time. More, even. He has only just met Yone again and already the greed is overtaking him.

𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 Shen’s eyes flit away from him, the way that he turns himself inward when he walks, the darkness in the temple, the chill of the hallway. Everything is so different than what he remembers : what he knows to be true. The gap in his memory is distinct & frightening. Ten years gone by that he doesn’t remember . . . Yone wonders, as he follows Shen into the Kinkou monastery, if he has missed anything important. Surely, there must be SOMETHING. Judging by the steely posture of Shen’s shoulders & the high, careful poise of his chin, something must have changed. He is not the same. But then again, neither of them are.

But he catches his smile, too — fleeting, momentary, but enough for Yone’s lips to quirk upwards at the same time, enough for him to rush to follow him without a loss of pride. He is not ashamed to seek solace within Shen’s warmth. He might not remember the last decade, but he knows that the pit made within his chest is one that felt Shen missing from his life for so long. Yone’s hands stay close to his sides, eyes sweeping the details of the kitchen, then the hallway, then of Shen’s own room. There is barely anything present; but what there is, Yone can distinctly attribute to Shen. An old robe he recognizes, or the sight of his handwriting; it is all enough to pull Yone back into a summer where he & Shen had been nearly inseparable. He doesn’t know if they can get to that place again, but he sincerely hopes that they will. If it’s up to him, they will.

Shen’s voice pull shim from his thoughts, & Yone looks to him, eyes bright & focused as they glance down to the armor he has discarded, then the table set out for them. He sits, slowly, his robe & wrappings settling delicately around him, as if caught in a breeze, though there is none. His gaze trains onto Shen’s intently, & it’s only when he brings it up that he considers food at all — by all logic, Yone should be ravenous. Ten years, he hasn’t eaten . . . longer, now that he’s in the world. Yet his stomach is painlessly hollow, nauseous at the thought of eating at all. Yone smiles thinly. He’s not alive anymore, & perhaps they’d both forgotten. His legs settle into a careful lotus pose before Yone finally speaks, voice rough with lack of use.

❛ 𝑰 . . . 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒓𝒚. ❜ He says, through a rueful smile, already eyeing the tea, wondering if he can drink it. The thought alone has his tongue painfully dry & his head dizzy. Somehow, he supposes, this is an addition to his purgatory. It takes him a moment’s pause to glance over Shen’s features again, gather something to say. There is too much that he wants to say at once, & yet, all of it wouldn’t be enough. Yone swallows thickly & decides on one thing at a time. ❛ 𝒀𝒐𝒖’𝒗𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒖𝒑. ❜ He tells him, a nostalgic smile resting on his lips. It’s meant to be light - hearted, but comes out hollow; & Yone can’t last another minute without saying something important. ❛ 𝑰 . . . 𝑰 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒐 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉, 𝑺��𝒆𝒏. 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 . . . 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑 𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒕𝒐. ❜

#long post #« 𝒊𝒏 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 : yone. »#« 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆 𝟎𝟎𝟑 : 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒉 : yone. »#« 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 : yone & shen (elegant-equilibrium). »#elegant equilibrium #ah..

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𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 . . . &𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆.

Shen wants to burn every one of Yone’s breaths into his memory. Yone whispers against his lips and makes them part like the sealed door of a tomb, coming open to sigh against him as their bodies meet. When Yone begins to strip him of the last of his clothing, Shen kisses his shoulder, his neck, shifting to make the work easier but always keeping Yone as close as he can, as if afraid that he will vanish if Shen holds him too lightly, as if he’s afraid Yone will change his mind and leave him.

Ruin me, Shen thinks, but not like that.

And then there is nothing but skin, and Shen cannot help but groan at the warmth, and one hand climbs higher, into Yone’s hair, combing down through it. “Yone,” he breathes, quiet even in the silent room. There’s nothing between them but breath, and yet the closer they become, the more strain that shows on Shen’s face. Even as he kisses along Yone’s pulse, there is a worried crease between his brows, and the hand that still rests on Yone’s waist is protective, even nervous. With Yone so warm and inviting against him—on him—Shen can hardly think, can barely plan where to put his hands next, let alone be as prepared for danger as he usually is. If something were to happen while they’re like this —

“Look at me,” Yone says, and Shen obeys, tipping his head back into Yone’s waiting palm, lifting those worried amber eyes to find his lover. Yone leans in to brush their lips and Shen eagerly pushes back, chasing Yone’s mouth for a heartbeat when he pulls away, then remembering his self control. It’s those lips that always pull him in, with their shape and all the promises that come out of them. Now, they turn up, and Shen remembers who he is with. Yone, who has seen the ends of the world and still came back for Shen. Yone, who returns to his arms even when Shen’s duties keep him away. Shen has always believed he is destined to lose everyone, but Yone’s smile offers a break from fate. An exception.

Stars, he pleads, eyes flicking between Yone’s, let him be the exception.

It’s only when he thinks about how gently Yone cradles his head that Shen realises how tightly he’s gripping Yone’s hip. Shen forces his fingers to thaw, slide up his waist, feel the way it curves beneath his palm. Yone looks so perfect in the partial light that Shen forgets the man beneath him, forgets the Eye of Twilight, forgets evreything that isn’t the man he loves. And then Yone’s fingers touch him again, and Shen’s eyes lose their focus, his lashes flutter, and his lips part slightly. Yone’s hips shift and Shen can feel him, and … —

And then Yone starts to sink down, and Shen stops breathing. His body goes rigid, fingers flexing on Yone’s hip and on the back of his neck, and though their faces are close, Shen’s eyes are closed, his eyebrows pinched from the feeing. A faint noise escapes his throat as tingles wander up his spine. His thighs tense and Shen’s lips come open to finally draw another breath, eyes lifting to find Yone, wavering with pleasure. It’s almost too much, but …

“Ahh,” he exhales, finding his focus, finding Yone. His palm slides up the curve of his lover’s spine, and with the next exhale the tension begins to bleed out of his body.”Yone,” the name comes in a breath, and Shen leans forward to press his lips to Yone’s shoulder, along it to his neck. “My love…I…”

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐈𝐒 searing : so much at once, & yet not nearly enough. Never has Yone wanted someone so much, wanted to give all of himself away for one man, & yet for Shen he would be willing. They have been apart for so long that they have become different people; Shen one of strength, balance, & cold determination . . . & Yone of a species entirely unknown. There are days when Yone is beside himself with the knowledge that there is no end left in sight for him. Yet Shen still possesses that maddening ability to reel him back into earth, to take Yone in strong arms & frighten all of that trauma away, at least for a moment. He had always been that way. Shen is Yone’s safety, his peace. If death won’t take him to the Heavens, at least he can find solace here beneath Shen’s fingertips.

Yone’s touch is careful & fluid as his fingertips stroke through the hair at the nape of Shen’s neck. Their eyes meet, & Yone’s flicker in brief amusement at Shen’s reaction to his kiss : a smile pulls at his expression. He can’t help it. After all this time, all the ways they’ve found themselves put back together like two puzzle pieces, & Shen is overwhelmed by their closeness. He can’t blame him for that. Just looking at Shen knocks Yone’s breath out of his lungs.

His movements are gentle when they come : dark eyelashes flutter against pale cheeks as Yone sinks into Shen’s lap, the feeling of him pulling a low hum from the back of his throat. Yone feels his lover’s muscles tense & his breaths lull; & the moment seizes them both, hot & impossibly close, until Yone has all of Shen inside of him & they are pressed skin - to - skin. He pauses then : the feeling is so foreign after so long that he wants a moment to savor it, the peace he feels as Shen sighs against his skin & sighs his name. He waits long enough for Shen to relax against him, press slow kisses up the curve of his collarbone, say a choked - off sentence into his ear. Yone allows his eyes to slip closed for a moment, before he turns his head & meets Shen’s eyes. After so long, & they’ve finally found each other again. Yone still looks at Shen like he is his entire world. There is nowhere else that he would rather be.

Several moments pass in their intimate quiet before Yone seems to remember himself, remember his more physical craving for Shen. His hands shift, one still cradling the back of Shen’s neck, one smoothing up the muscles of his chest & resting there. His weight shifts forward into to his knees, pressed against Shen’s sheets as he lifts his hips slowly. His teeth sink into his bottom lip, fingertips digging lightly into his Shen’s skin as Yone settles back against his thighs, a jolt running up his spine & pulling a low sound of appreciation from his chest. ❛ 𝑨𝒉 . . . ❜ A sigh into Shen’s neck, where Yone presses his cheek before he rolls his hips along Shen’s thighs again, quicker this time. The flush on his cheeks deepens as he does, & Yone can’t stop himself from searching for Shen’s lips again with his own with a groan of satisfaction.

@elegant-equilibrium

𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 as a ghost slips through its rays of moonlight, footsteps silent & adrenaline fresh. A newly - won Azakana mask sits upon his belt, rattling as it hits upon the others : Yone will have to find a new place to store them all. He will ask Shen about that later. But asking Shen about STORAGE isn’t quite what’s on his mind right now. No, in his absence, he’s been thinking about Shen almost too much . . . it has his stomach tighten with a shiver of want ( & a relief as his feet touch the stone pathway of the Kinkou temple once more ).

This place has become like home to him : he knows every nook & hallway, & so making his way to Shen’s room is easy. He slips into the doorway, allowing his shroud of silence to fall away : fingertips tap upon the doorframe to announce his arrival, & when the Eye looks up to him, Yone’s eyes seem to grow brighter as a smile finds scarred lips. ❛ 𝑺𝒉𝒆𝒏. 𝑰 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 . . . ❜ He admits, stepping forward to greet him, chilled hands reaching out to rest against his chest, his cheek. Yone smiles just a little wider to him : truly, perhaps this temple isn’t home, but SHEN IS. He presses a careful kiss into his cheek & then tips his head to the side, lips finding the crook of his neck.

His touch grows more attentive. He knows what he wants, why he’d come so quickly to Shen, & the intentional brush of his fingertips as they draw lower to his hips is a fairly obvious HINT. Yone hums into his skin, a hand resting against the side of Shen’s neck as the other dips into the fabric of his pants, reaching with a gentle hand to circle his length. His laugh is soft & breathy. ❛ 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖. ❜

#nsfw #« 𝒊𝒏 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 : yone. »#« 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆 𝟎𝟎𝟑 : 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒉 : yone. »#« 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 : yone & shen (elegant-equilibrium). »#elegant equilibrium #im going to cry

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multimoose · 3 years

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𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 \ sentence starter pack, i. feel free to change wording \ pronouns as you see fit.

don’t go.

please, don’t go.

it hurts.

this hurts.

we can’t be friends.

you shouldn’t be here.

stay here with me.

it doesn’t feel like you care.

i can’t feel your heart.

i’m so alone.

i need you here, with me.

there’s nothing left.

we’re up in flames, the both of us.

it all comes crashing down.

i don’t know what to do.

you won’t go with me?

why don’t you stay here?

i’m going alone.

my heart’s broken.

they broke your heart.

where did this come from?

how did you get this scar?

who is {name}?

what are you saying?

i shouldn’t have come here.

it’s like we’ve become strangers.

who hurt you?

who did this to you?

please, don’t ignore me.

please, say something.

is there something i should know?

i’m not leaving you here.

you can’t do this to me.

after all that we’ve been through…

there’s something you need to know.

#« 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒔 & 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒔. »#pls sen d..#*specify muse.

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multimoose · 3 years

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yuto bf material lockscreens!! please like or reblog if you save it!! 🌿

#« 𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒔 : tatsuo. »#HI SOFTIE !!#he he so baby..#il him

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@a-la-mort said : The smoke from the woman's pipe gathered between them, the half-dragon looking at the stranger rather unamused. ❝ You seek protection...? Well, I'm sure the council can provide that. Though it isn't to me you need to ask. I am not in charge of consular matters. ❞ Could she relay the message? Sure. But this was really none of her business. ❝ Now, is there anything else you want? ❞ - Feemere to Kaura.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐘𝐀’𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐏𝐒 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 together nervously in front of her as she speaks with the woman, her aura & stature intimidating alongside her importance. Her answer to Kaura’s plea is a positive one, which makes tawny ears twitch upward in appreciation, plush lips offer a nervous smile, despite the knit of her eyebrows. Yet still, she can’t help but feel intensely out - of - place. But perhaps that is just how Kaura feels when she goes anywhere at all.

❛ 𝑶𝒉 — 𝒚𝒆𝒔, 𝒐𝒇 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆 . . . ❜ She answers, grateful for the reply, but embarrassed that she is so clueless. Hooves brush against the floor beneath her, brown eyes glancing quickly around the room before returning to the stranger. Feemere is asking her a question, & to be honest, Kaura wants a lot of other things. But not here, not right now. She would have to do without. ❛ 𝑼𝒎 . . . 𝒏𝒐, 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝑾𝒆𝒍𝒍, 𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 . . . 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝑰 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒔𝒌 ? 𝑶𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑰 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒐 ? ❜

#« 𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒔. »#« 𝒊𝒏 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 : kaura. »#« 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆 𝟎𝟎𝟐 : 𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒂 : kaura. »#a la mort #finally i get to this im sorry #kaura doesn't get out much

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. since i haven’t been here in a while, i’m going to drop some really old and not - really - plotted threads, i hope that’s okay <3 :pleading:

i’m finding it hard to be here rn with all my blogs & school starting up, plus being low - muse for whoever is here. so yeah i’m going to delete a few that are collecting dust.

but as of right now i might reblog some memes. & if you want to plot for anything new with my muses here, let me know !! plotting always helps me get back into rp <3

#« 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓. »#more recent stuff or heavily plotted stuff i'll do #but yes #*status.

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anonymous said : Final question from your Secret Santa! We've discussed Nice muses, but do you perhaps think that amidst those that ended up on the Naughty list, is there any most likely to overcome their evilness and show up on the Nice list some years down the line? Perhaps a nice gift could be what puts them on the path to change.

. this is SO incredibly late santa, i’m sorry ! i still wanted to answer this to let u know that i appreciated your asks over the holidays and it was a lot of fun <33.

on my naughty list, i listed my oc tatsuo ! tatsuo is a bit naughty, but he’s not inherently evil. more, he’s annoying. he’s kind of the antihero type, and so if any of them in particular are closer to being ‘good’, it’s him.

otherwise . . . interesting point you bring up about putting them on the right path !! i never really thought about it. i suppose if zyra was given the opportunity to learn about her species and to settle down and reproduce she would be less angry at the world. a lot of her rage comes from loneliness and the near - extinction of her kind.

thanks again for the ask !!

#« 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓. »#« 𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒔. »#anonymous #ty again santa <3

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𝑳𝑬𝑻’𝑺 𝑲𝑰𝑳𝑳 𝑻𝑶𝑵𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻. —

independent slasher / horror - centric original character. written by moose, established december 2020.

— 𝑺𝑯𝑶𝑾 𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑴 𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝒀𝑶𝑼’𝑹𝑬 𝑵𝑶𝑻 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑶𝑹𝑫𝑰𝑵𝑨𝑹𝒀 𝑻𝒀𝑷𝑬.

#sp.#hi !!#i made a new horror oc...#pls follow <3 #she has a league and dead by daylight au #so ... pls give #ur muses will hate her but i love her so

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multimoose · 3 years

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. sorry i’ve been absent. i don’t have a lot of time or energy because i’m working 5-6 days a week now for the next few weeks. bc of that i don’t have a lot of muse for the characters here & i’m spending my free time @shadowhelmed , while also trying to get @hypnoyed off of the ground, so follow me there.

#out.#*status.#but of a hiatus i suppose #still checking in every so often but those blogs are where i am right now #i'll inevitably be back #dw

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♡ ㅤ ━━ ㅤ ask meme. dead by daylight , killer perks.

still attached to the fragments of her past life , she is drawn to those in need of help.

i just can’t take no pleasure in killing , there’s just some things you got to do. don’t mean you have to like it.

where did she go?

attack an enemy with precision and their allies will feel it.

this is my world , and you can’t ever leave.

pebbles shimmering in the moonlight : my life drips down in a trail so easy to follow.

it’s more than muscle. a dark power motivates the beast.

it shall be known across the lands that the gods curse the unfaithful.

and terror shall take hold of a defiant non believer , who shall falsely announce my arrival.

i’ve seen the look on a man’s face when he realizes he’s going to die.

smartasses get killed , we always see to that.

bask in their fear.

such potential in this compound , even the slightest trace causes unnatural effects.

this isn’t a man.

he stops at nothing.

now why don’t you just fucking die.

i hear something.

you have no idea what i have planned for you. it’ll be in the news for weeks , i’ll make sure of that.

sometimes a man’s best work is what puts him in the grave.

no excuses , no equivocations , no crying.

if you do nothing , you have their blood on your hands.

if you save them , her hunger grows.

her home became profane.

that song , it drives me crazy.

bloody fool , you pulled the trigger on yourself.

a curse is upon you.

she touched your skin , your bear the witches mark.

there is no need to worry , i’ve been preparing my whole life for this.

horror overcomes the heart of infidels who cry at the feet of the fallen.

this is no place for cowards.

oh , that gun’s no good. the old way , with a sledge. you see , that way is better. they die better that way.

there’s no getting out of this now. we’re too good at it.

you’d be surprised what tools can save a life.

then you will know that there is no escape.

only a fool would spit in the demon’s face and declare victory.

you’ve fooled them , haven’t you?

there is no swift kill and it delights in the obscene spectacle of our agonizing suffering.

in the shadows they torment , scarring our minds with each scream.

if you don’t stop to catch your breath , she will.

are you going to behave?

we’re not safe anywhere.

this night assists me and it’s endless here.

within your enemies strength is weakness.

#« 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒔 & 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒔. »#*specify muse.#pls

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anonymous said : Hello, it is ya boi Secret Santa (again). Even though I now know which muses go on the Nice list, I have accidentally mixed up some of their gifts. Which of your muses should receive the following gifts? 1) A selection of exotic teas, 2) a decorative ornate dagger, 3) A bundle of raunchy manga, 4) loads and loads of chocolate?

. hi again, santa !! sorry i didn’t get to this sooner . . . i love this ask so much LMFAO. i had to think very hard about this, but here’s what i came up with :

kaura or kennen. they both really love tea and also probably need to relax.

i think that nico would like this. he likes really extra, edgy stuff. plus, a son of hades can never have too many knives !

hides my face in my hands LOL thanatos ,

cosmic lux. she needs some sweetness to get her through.

#« 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓. »#« 𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒔. »#anonymous #:' ))#tysm i love these aa

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multimoose · 3 years

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Aphelios & Alune by SaBBaT.Laomo

#« 𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒔 : aphelios. »#hi babies....#wow

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. it’s yone night sorry i don’t make the rules

#« 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓. »#that's just how it be

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𝒇𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒎𝒂𝒏. . . . &𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆.

The confused stare was better than what he thought he’d receive. Generally, he expected the other’s ever nonchalant reactions, and for that, he sometimes wondered why he continued to stick around him, given Yone had a lukewarm demeanor at best. Still, he had grown almost fond of it, accustomed to his little gestures — or lack thereof. And, whenever he wasn’t an absolute statue… Oh, that… That was immensely satisfying.

So, with his hesitation to speak, and his subsequent dumbfounded response, the Marai man would only emphasize his smirk. ❝ Is that it? Welp! Time to feast! ❞ He said as he promptly dragged him towards the more populated area, but stopped as soon as he concluded his statement. With a disappointed huff, he paused to think a bit more. ❝ Well, then it isn’t whatever I want, is it? ❞ he said under his breath, looking at the other soon after with an overexaggerated frown, ❝ If I can’t do THAT… killjoy… I guess I’ll have to think about something el- Oh! I know! Ever tasted Giant Squid meat? I hope they have it here. ❞ he said, lighting back up again, an almost sparkle in his eyes. It wasn’t what he was initially hoping for, but it was still a free meal.

He truly could get used to being spoiled like this.

𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐇𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐒 𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐔 𝐒𝐄𝐈𝐙𝐄𝐒 his wrist & begins to drag him toward civilization. His eyebrows furrow under his mask, in somewhat of a frown, but there is a fondness glittering in his eyes as he follows the other ( with very little resistance, really ). His eyes roll as Nalu chides him for preventing him from eating people — he’s ridiculous sometimes. You’d think he’d understand the rules by now. But still ; he’s not opposed to much else, & when Nalu suggests Giant Squid, his eyebrows raise slightly.

❛ 𝑪𝒂𝒏’𝒕 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒎𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒕. ❜ He answers. He doesn’t really know. He’s seen it sold around Ionia before, but had never tasted it when he was alive. Well — now he never will, which Yone supposes is a shame, if Nalu likes it so much. But at the very least, he can try to get some of it for him. He’d offered, after all. ❛ 𝑰𝒕’𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒂 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆 . . . 𝑰’𝒗𝒆 𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑰’𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏. ❜ He offers a brief explanation, a small tidbit of honesty to give Nalu in return. He doesn’t dwell on it too much. He’s been getting used to it.

#« 𝒊𝒏 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 : yone. »#« 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆 𝟎𝟎𝟑 : 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒉 : yone. »#a-la-mort #them...#nalu lmaoo

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@elegant-equilibrium i lov u

𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 that Yone weaves through the throngs of medics to find Shen. The battlefield has him weary : sweat & blood coat his skin, splattered across shining shoulders beneath a torn cloak & long - shed armors. The clash with Noxus had ceased for the time being, & for that Yone is grateful — if Shen had been injured at any other time, the fight would have been more essential. They both know that, but Yone is thankful that it hadn’t come down to it. At the very least, he can find him now : give him a presence of comfort, & hopefully, get him back on his feet before he is punished for being down at all.

His eyes soften when he spots him on the ground, a healer already crouched over his abdomen, which seems torn enough to be critical. Yone’s lips thin into a grimace, but he pushes it off of his face before Shen spots him. Fear wouldn’t help the situation, not now. A few soldiers clear out of Yone’s path as he approaches, quiet as the wind, & kneels next to Shen in one fluid motion. His cloak pools next to him like a comforting breeze, & when their eyes meet, Yone actually smiles at him. ❛ 𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕’𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆, 𝒉𝒖𝒉 ? ❜ His voice is strained with concern, but light, & he’s trying not to stress Shen out any more. He is here to help : distract him from his pain, do whatever he can until they are both inevitably torn back in opposite directions. Yone sighs & looks elsewhere, reaching for a bowl of heated water & cloth to wash away the blood coating Shen’s skin. ❛ 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏’𝒕 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒆𝒅. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕. ❜

He falls quiet then, worried in his silence, & rests one hand comfortingly against Shen’s shoulder as he works with the other, cleaning him up as best he can. He’ll probably need stitches, & Yone tells him so. ❛ 𝑰’𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒆𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒖𝒑. 𝑰𝒇 — 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒐𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒘. ❜ Black eyes glitter with mischief as they meet Shen’s. They both know that’s a lie. Yone would patch Shen up every day for the rest of their lives if he needed to. He rests a hand briefly on Shen’s cheek, pressing a tired peck to his lips, before he moves briefly away to find himself a needle.

#« 𝒊𝒏 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 : yone. »#« 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓 : yone. »#« 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆 𝟎𝟎𝟐 : 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒅 : yone. »#« 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 : yone & shen (elegant-equilibrium). »#elegant equilibrium #blood #injury #war #u ask i deliver #also it makes me sad that yone used to like. have a personality when he spoke #and now he is just like #i am emo.#death is approaching. demons. i kill.#i never sleep. i am sad

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