King of Nothing

And еvery time I close my еyes —  A little less of you remains

[camavala]

#CAMAVALA.   highly   selective   ,   mutual   exclusive   VIEGO,   THE   RUINED   KING   from   League   of   Legends.   as   ruled   by   ASKLING.   (   he/him/it/its   ,   22   )   mature   themes   potentially   present,   all   will   be   tagged   &&   requested   tags   respected.   READ   RULES   BEFORE   INTERACTION.

♔   CARRD   ♔   OTHER   MAIN   ♔   MULTIMUSE   ♔

[camavala]

if ur wondering where i am its over at @fatedtwist & @kebouros league of legends wise

and then i made a reaper. @necrise 

i’ll come back to here eventually! i do love viego i’m just burnt out on thinking about him cuz honestly lol he’s not much of a favourite for folks which is valid

[kebouros]

All   of   us   are   lost,                                     all   of   us   are   blind.                   You   must   swim   towards   your   DESTINY.

highly   selective   ,   mutual   exclusive   ILLAOI.   willed   by   ASKLING.

[camavala]

                              Forgive   me,   stay   with   me

         You're   the   last   light   I'll   see

private   &   highly   selective   viego   from   league   of   legends   ,   as   penned   by   ASKLING.

[camavala]

​@bilgequeen   sent   ; "a   lion   does   not   concern   himself   with   the   opinions   of   the   sheep,"   long   has   it   last   been   since   sarah   last   cared   for   what   people   thought   of   her,   let   alone   of   the   company   she   keeps.   not   waiting   for   his   answer,   she   pushes   the   stool   on   the   opposite   of   her   for   him   to   sit   down,   lips   curling   upwards   in   an   impish   smile.   "sit.   have   a   drink   with   me."

   𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍   𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐋𝐘   fell   away,   exhaled   in   needless   breath   as   he   dips   his   head   slightly.   ❝   true   enough.   ❞   murmured   agreement   given   ,   a   sentiment   he'd   grown   to   have   his   whole   life   &&   yet   these   days   ,   uncertainty   made   it   waver.   push   of   seat   garners   his   attention   ,   and   at   last   the   wraith   sits   -   regarding   her   with   guarded   interest.

            ❝   a   drink?   ❞      he   echoes,   and   somber   tiers   finally   quirk   upwards.   ❝   I   cannot   recall   the   last   time   i'd   partaken   ...   ❞   lifetimes   ago.   ❝   very   well,   Miss   Fortune.   My   company   is   yours.   ❞

[camavala]

@endlines   sent   ; ❝   listen   here,   ya   little   brat.   ❞   tone   is,   unsurprisingly,   overwhelmingly   intense   and   tinged   with   poorly   concealed   fury.   accusatory   finger   pokes   the   ruined   king   in   the   chest,   graves'   burly   form   all   but   towering   over   the   smaller   man.   ❝   you   ever   put   your   spooky   lil'   hands   on   my   baby   again,   i'll   put   your   scrawny   ass   back   in   the   ground   where   it   belongs.   CAPEESH   ??   ❞

         𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐋𝐘   𝐁𝐄𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃,   the   wraith's   brows   raise   as   the   other   man   ...   scolds   him?   it   wasn't   quite   YELLING   ,   and   felt   a   little   bit   more   like   he   was   a   child   being   scolded   by   an   adult   for   some   wrongdoing.   expression   goes   from   confused   to   briefly   amused   &&   then   finally   a   pout,   as   he   pointedly   steps   back   &&   away   from   poking   finger.

         ❝   i   never   put   mine   hands   upon   anyone.   ❞   he   replies   with   all   the   superiority   of   an   annoying   kid   finding   a   loophole,   eyes   narrowing   in   an   almost   playful   fashion.   ❝   I   have   no   intention   of   doing   anything   of   the   sort,   though,   rest   assured.   Who   is   it   you   refer   to?   Twisted   Fate?   I   rather   liked   him.   ❞   head   tilts,   then,   curly   hair   falling   to   the   side.

            ❝   ...i   do   think   he   could   do   better,   though.   ❞

[camavala]

hi i have depression

im here tho uee

[camavala]

arms wrap around waist from behind, the ronin’s face nuzzling ‘gainst his king’s neck before pressing sweet kiss to his cheek. there is a little box in one of his hands, tied with a ribbon that he had evidently struggled with for a length of time he’d be embarrassed to admit. ‘ happy birthday, vie. ‘ voice is sweet as he smiles, adoration clear in every minute gesture. ‘ I don’t know if you’re one for gifts, but … i wanted to get you something. i love you. ‘

MEEK   SOUND   of   surprise   is   instinctively   made   as   the   ronin   made   himself   known   ,   though   the   wraith   is   quick   to   relax   ,   a   smile   dusting   tired   features   as   kiss   was   bestowed.   box   is   accepted   ,   glance   over   it   flashing   with   surprise   —   truthfully,   he   couldn't   recall   when   he'd   mentioned   his   birthday.   he   allows   himself   to   lean   into   the   embrace,   head   turning   to   afford   him   a   kiss   in   return.   

         ❝   in   truth?   i   cannot   recall   the   last   time   i   had   been   given   any   sort   of   gift.   ❞   he   admits,   sighing   briefly   before   allowing   himself   to   smile   more.   ❝   I   had   not   expected   anything   at   all,   so   ...   thank   you,   sincerely,   my   dear.   ❞   poorly   tied   or   not,   he   pointedly   undoes   it   with   such   care   as   if   unwilling   to   tear   the   ribbon.   ❝   I   love   you,   too,   Yasuo.   More   than   even   my   most   profound   words   could   express.   ❞

[camavala]

despite melancholy surrounding celebratory day , secretly she had been working on a small surprise. try as she might to be discreet in crawl ‘cross bed , clumsiness & excitement caused fall unto him. fortune had it that gifts were saved , voicing a muffled ❛ happy birthday ! ❜

❛ i know you don’t wish to celebrate , but . . ❜ she simply couldn’t help herself. shuffling , she lifted herself to sit ‘pon bed. hands offered him two gifts , one a rather crudely decorated cupcake & the other a neatly wrapped box — contents that of their music box , figures fixed & cracks mended.

❛ i am grateful that you were born on this day . . and i am thankful i get to celebrate that with you , even now ❜

IT   WAS   NO   SECRET       at   all   that   the   day's   coming   had   only   served   to   future   dampen   his   mood   ,   aclimating   to   a   reluctance   to   leave   the   protection   of   room   —   still   not   quite   recovered   from   ages   of   emptiness,   darkened   by   curtains   .   she   all   but   crushes   him   in   her   eagerness   to   greet   him,   and   he   gives   muffled   sound   of   complaint   in   answer.   slowly   drawn   up   from   absent   laying,   he   blinks   at   her,   tired   smile   afforded.   

            ❝   ah,   my   love   ...   ❞   brows   raise,   and   he   can't   help   but   smile   despite   himself,   her   earnest   desire   to   offer   him   these   gifts   giving   some   warmth   in   his   chest.   opting   to   set   cupcake   aside   for   the   moment   after   giving   it   appreciative   regard   ,   he   sets   wrapped   gift   unto   lap,   peering   at   it.   how   bittersweet   it   makes   him   feel,   but   he   smiles   nonetheless   for   her.   ❝   Thank   you,   sincerely.   It   ...   gives   me   complex   feelings,   yes,   but   I   do   appreciate   this,   &&   that   you   are   here   with   me   for   it.   ❞   Not   yet   unwrapping   carefully   put   together   gift,   he   instead   leaned   to   bestow   a   kiss   'pon   her   cheek,   smile   worn   but   nothing   short   of   adoring.

            Bow   &&   paper   are   undone   in   meticulous   &&   delicate   fashion,   opening   it   to   uncover   gift   —   gift   that   makes   him   pause   entirely,   catch   of   breath   in   throat   impulsively   made.   His   eyes   sting   immediately   with   impulsive   tears,   tracing   over   every   edge   of   the   little   music   box,   looking   for   the   cracks   &&   bends   made   that   no   longer   remained.   He   recalls   vividly   its   broken   form,   for   he'd   stared   at   it   endlessly   in   the   days   following   her   return,   a   reminder   of   how   he'd   ruined   even   their   love.   When   had   she   moved   it?   Mind   so   foggy   outside   of   his   time   spent   as   her   shadow   in   their   old   home,   he   can't   find   any   recollection   of   it   being   moved.

         ❝   You   —   did   you   fix   it   yourself?   ❞   he   can't   help   but   ask,   blinking   at   her   with   owlish   eyes.   Not   that   it   mattered,   in   the   end,   how   it   had   been   mended   or   who'd   done   it.   it   was   a   symbol,   whether   she   knew   it   to   be   so   or   not,   a   confirmation   that   love   was   no   longer   as   broken   as   it   had   been.   he   sets   it   aside   with   care   before   he   moves   to   throw   arms   around   her,   hugging   her   close   and   pressing   face   against   her,   hidden   to   spare   her   &&   himself   the   inevitable   tears.   

            ❝   I   love   you   so,   Isolde.   Thank   you.   ❞

[camavala]

in theory i want a thread where viego keeps turning to mist before someone can hit him because i think its SUPER comical but also there is nothing comical abt the situation actually because lord knows (my) veego just does not want to be hit / fight dnmsfnmlskdf

[camavala]

​@ruinedissonance   approaches   ; Places   offerings   of   broken   guitar   strings   and   a   vial   of   the   blood   of   his   enemies   upon   Mutaris'   altar.   🤲

ᴜᴘᴏɴ   ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ   ᴏꜰ   ᴏꜰꜰᴇʀɪɴɢꜱ   ,   the   god's   rumbling   laughter   curled   through   the   air   ,   black   &&   red   mist   coalescing   briefly   into   form   that   he   may   teasingly   touch   to   devotee's   face,   clawed   fingers   brushing   against   tanned   cheek   in   a   mock   endearing   fashion.

         ❝   so   quiet   of   late,   Viego.   so   quiet.   but   you   would   never   give   up,   would   you?   no—   perhaps   you   merely   have   been   contemplative   of   how   best   to   achieve   our   goals.   ❞

[ohisms]

𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃  &  𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄    (a  series  of  nonverbal  prompts .   mature  themes  present ,   ‘ my ’  muse  belongs  to  the  one who  posted  the  meme  -  send   “ + REVERSE ”   to  reverse  the  prompts .)

→     𝐈 .    GENERAL

❛   hush .   raise  a  finger  in  a  gesture  to  silence  my  muse . ❛   sit .   gesture  for  my  muse  to  sit  down . ❛   door .   hold  a  door  open  for  my  muse . ❛   tap .   tap  my  muse  on  the  shoulder  to  garner  their  attention . ❛   hunger .   give  my  muse  something  to  eat  /  drink . ❛   cook .   present  my  muse  with  home - cooked  food . ❛   brush .   work  a  brush  /  comb  through  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   read .   silently  read  a  book  alongside  my  muse . ❛   hand .   hold  out  a  hand  for  my  muse  to  take . ❛   dressed .   help  my  muse  put  on  an  article  of  clothing . ❛   note .   give  my  muse  a  note  saying :   [ content ] . ❛   amplify .   turn  up  the  music  in  the  car .

→     𝐈𝐈 .    ANGST

❛   patch .   help  my  muse  patch  up  a  wound . ❛   night terrors .   hold  my  muse  after  they  wake  up  from  a  nightmare . ❛   company .   silently  sit  with  my  muse  to  comfort  them. ❛   hospital .   my  muse  is  told  that  yours  is  in  the  hospital . ❛   revelation .   show  my  muse  evidence  of  a  lie  they  told . ❛   indulge .   find  my  muse  drinking  to  cope . ❛   downfall .   find  my  muse  collapsed  on  the  ground . ❛   console .   comfort  my  muse  as  they  cry . ❛   nurse .   give  my  muse  company  in  the  hospital .

→     𝐈𝐈 .    AFFECTIONATE

❛   wink .   wink  at  my  muse .  ❛   wrap .   wrap  an  arm  around  my  muse’s  [ shoulders  /  waist ] . ❛   caress .   gently  caress  my  muse’s  face . ❛   tousle .   mess  playfully  with  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   chest .   place  your  head  on  my  muse’s  chest .    ❛   comb .   comb  fingers  through  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   grasp .   run  to  my  muse  &  jump  into  their  arms . ❛   lean .   lean  on  my  muse’s  shoulder . ❛   tender .   kiss  my  muse  on  the  [ forehead  /  cheek  /  nose ] . ❛   abrupt .   kiss  my  muse  out  of  the  blue . ❛   chaste .   chastely  kiss  my  muse . ❛   good morning .   kiss  my  muse  the  morning  after . ❛   volumes .   gaze  at  my  muse  in  a  way  that  silently  says  ‘i love you’ .

→     𝐈𝐈𝐈 .    VIOLENT

❛   strike .   [ slap / punch ]  my muse in the face . ❛   gun .   wield  a  gun  at  my  muse . ❛   twist .   twist  my  muse’s  arm  behind  their  back . ❛   throttle .   aggressively  wrap  your  hands  around  my  muse’s  throat . ❛   parch .   burn  my  muse  with  a  hot  object . ❛   take down .   forcefully  bring  my  muse  to  the  ground . ❛   gouge .   wield  a  sharp  object  at  my  muse . ❛  shunt .   shove  my  muse  backwards . ❛  stickup .   yell  at  my  muse  to  put  their  hands  in  the  air. ❛  shoot .   [ fatally  /  non-fatally ]   shoot  my  muse . ❛  stab .   stab  my  muse with a  [ knife / other object ].

→     𝐈𝐕 .    NSFW

❛   surprise .   send  an  unexpected  nsfw  image  to  my  muse . ❛   pin .   push  my  muse  against  a  [ wall,  table,  other ] . ❛   go down .   go  down  on  my  muse . ❛   choke .   intimately  wrap  your  hands  around  my  muse’s  throat . ❛   belt loops .   pull  my  muse  closer  by  their  belt loops . ❛   skinny dipping .   go  skinny  dipping  with  my  muse . ❛   rip .   tear  a  piece  of  clothing  from  my  muse’s  body . ❛   mark .   leave  a  mark  on  my  muse’s  body  [ specify where ] .

[camavala]

we don't really talk like that but I just wanna say I love the way you use colors! Your art is very eye catching

tank u anon 💚

[camavala]

​@isodes   whispers; ❝   go   to   sleep,   you’re   barely   on   your   feet.   ❞

❝   actually,   i   am   indeed   on   my   feet   …   ❞   

            He   chooses   to   ignore   the   ‘barely’   addition,   because   …   it   was   indeed   true   ;   the   king   hardly   even   awake   enough   to   justify   having   gotten   up,   still   sleepy   in   that   cranky   sort   of   way   he   tended   to   .   whether   his   intention   was   to   be   difficult   or   if   it   just   so   happened   to   be   a   by-product   of   his   sleepiness,   loosely   clung   onto   her   as   he   rests   his   head   against   her.   Already   he’s   pleased,   the   contact   of   her   soothing   as   was   the   scent   of   her,   coaxing   him   to   relax.   

         ❝   you   are   up   so   early,   my   love,   ❞   he   sulks,   nuzzling   against   fiery   hair   before   settling,   leaning   heavily   upon   she   who   sat   with   intention   to   work   —   that   goal   surely   ruined   now   that   the   sleepy   royal   had   since   accosted   her.   ❝   my   most   beloved,   our   bed   is   so     cold   without   thine   presence   …   come   back   to   bed,   ❞   he   beseeches   her,   unbothered   by   the   lack   of   dignity   that   came   with   the   slur   of   drowsiness   ;   for   he   would   always   lay   himself   bare   to   her.   

            ❝   just   a   little   longer,   please?   Come   back   …   !   ❞

[camavala]

​@chaostaken   whispers   ; “   You’re   a   weapon,   and   weapons   don’t   weep.   ”

weapons   don’t   weep.   and   then   what   if   he   did?   Was   he   insufficient,   then   ,   for   the   tears   that   fell   like   ink   blots   ?   the   wraith   shook   his   head   ,   drawing   hands   down   his   face   as   he   sought   to   collect   himself   —   though   tears   were   not   slowed.   They   never   were.   It   hardly   bothered   him   now,   an   attribute   seemingly   tied   to   him   eternally   for   his   undeath,   a   mockery   &&   a   nod   to   all   the   tears   shed   in   the   shadow   of   disaster.   It   was   unnerving   for   all   else,   a   constant   waterfall   of   emotion   that   he   seemed   detached   from   though   it   fell   from   him   &&   only   him.

            ❝   then   …   am   i     not   a   weapon?   Or   am   i   simply   one   unsatisfactory?   ❞   he   asks,   voice   lacking   the   tremble   it   ought   to   have   for   one   seemingly   unable   to   stop   the   incessant   silent   cries.   ❝   beyond   that   —   i   am   a   weapon   for   whom?   For   thee?   ❞    

[camavala]

[camavala]

​@wolvensden   whispers   ; ❛   you’re   the   one   good   thing   left   in   this   world.   ❜

         ᴛʜᴀᴛ   ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ   ʙᴇ   ʀɪɢʜᴛ.   

                                                ❝   Surely,   you   jest.   ❞

      He's   caught   between   fluster   &&   distress   ,   blinking   at   the   other   man   with   wide   eyes.   Searching,   green   flickers   across   scarred   visage,   as   if   trying   to   detect   something.   Like   a   joke,   a   tease   —   something   to   discredit   the   sincerity   of   words   &&   the   weight   they   held.   he'd   hardly   dare   to   consider   himself   good   in   this   world   ,   let   alone   one   of   the   rarer   glimmers   of   it.   If   anything,   he'd   think,   he   could   think   of   Sett   that   way.   

         Should   he   laugh?   Surely   he   should   laugh.   But   he   doesn't,   frozen   as   a   deer   in   headlights,   trying   to   decide   just   how   to   react,   what   to   say.   ❝   I   ...   Would   not   dare   to   think   such   of   myself,   Sett.   ❞   Gingerly   he   dares   to   allow   digits   to   thread   idly   through   auburn   hair,   mindful   of   ears   far   more   sensitive   than   his   own.   It's   a   touch   laced   with   affection,   unspoken   for   to   express   out   loud   would   be   damning   for   him.   hint   of   a   smile   is   offered   though   eyes   grew   stormy,   head   tilting   slightly.   He   half   expects   it   to   be   taken   back,   a   laugh   to   spread   upon   rough   features   as   joke   was   crowed   ;   but   such   thought   was   only   anxiety   speaking,   only   fear   from   a   life   long   gone.   

            ❝   Even   if   I   were   to   be   ,   I   would   not   dare   think   I   am   the   only   one.   You   are   here,   are   you   not?   ❞   A   bit   more   of   a   smile   is   offered   at   that.   ❝   Mine   own   goodness   pales   in   the   warmth   of   thine   own.   ❞