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The darkness swallowed me a while ago, but I'm all right.  I'm comfortable here. --- This is an independent, semi-selective rp blog of the tool of Al-Tharmen, the priest of the Kou Empire, the magi beloved by the black rukh: Judar, from Magi. M!A: N/A Tracking Tag: chainedbyblackrukh

[moonturtle6]

There is no war in Topeka

[clyrics1]

It’s hot in Ba Sing Se

[redhotmetalvinea]

@chained-by-black-rukh

“Judar, you may have some of the peaches but please refrain from eating them all. I would like to have some as well.”

[chained-by-black-rukh]

"Huh?" Judar uttered, arms filled to their max capacity with peaches, as well as a few he couldn't carry floating around him. The magi stuck his head out from his stash, pouting. "But. They're. My peaches," he said matter- of-factly, poking the princess with an outstretched foot as he ascended into the air.

[chained-by-black-rukh]

//Hey everyone!  Still semi-active here, but I’m connected on mobile right now.  If you message me for a casual rp, I’ll try to reply!

[naoscifra]

guuuuuuuuuuuuuurls

[chained-by-black-rukh]

The Stray Pleads (Closed RP)

He swallowed, licking his lips. Thry felt chapped and his mouth felt dry. Everything was dry. Even the world seemed dry, so desolate, gray, and still. It was Tuesday, 3:04 in the morning, but it still felt as if Judar was the only person in the world.

His breathing was labored, heart hammering. It felt as if it was about to beat out of his throat. He paced in front of the bus stop, his old boots crunching through a new layer of snow, trying to go over what he had just seen. Some sick ritual thing of Gyokuen’s. There had been a death, a ring of people around him, some kind of magic. He had seen it all before, but this time it had just really been too much.

“Damn it!” He screamed into the night, kicking at the bench next to the bus stop.

After a moment, he sat down on the bench, realizing that it was much too late for the bus to do runs. He would have to walk home.

Tears pricked at his eyes.

The young man, seemingly by some unseen force, whipped his phone out of his pocket and scrolled through his contacts as he got up and walked along down the sidewalk. He stopped at the name “Kouen”.

Kouen…

(New Message: Judar

can I come by your place?? I’m just a little freaked out right now okay)

[modernizedfireking]

The sound of his phone buzzing and then subsequently pinging for a text message at such an hour struck him as odd. What, or who, could need something now? With a groan he rolled over and grabbed his phone off the table. 

Judar.

Immediately he called Judar. The magi was adopted into their family but that meant nothing. He was still a little brother to Kouen just as much as any of the others.

“Judar. Where are you, are you safe?”

[chained-by-black-rukh]

“Yeah, uh, I’m fine, I’m fine,” Judar reassured with a sigh, relieved to hear the other man’s voice. He had been doing Gyokuen’s bidding for what seemed like forever now and had not spoken with him for at least a few weeks.

“I’m just a little freaked out, is all. It’s stupid,” He added quickly with a false laugh, not wanting to seem weak. “I was with Gyokuen and her buddies, and they were just…just doing some goddamn freaky shit, man.”

He sighed, running a hand through his messy, braided hair, before continuing.

“I’m by the bus stop on Third Street. I forgot what time it was, and…I don’t have a ride. Could you come pick me up, Kouen?”

He felt embarrassed asking this of him, but also felt his heart tugged at the thought of being in the redhead’s strong arms once more.

[modernizedfireking]

“Why do you keep–”

He growled low. No. Now wasn’t the time to rip Judar a new asshole. That would come later. Running a hand through his hair he grabbed the shirt hanging on his bedpost and yanking it on. He grabbed his keys and headed for the door.

“Just stay there. I’m on my way.”

Fuck. Why. Why did he keep doing this? Putting himself through all this. 

What was she hiding..

[chained-by-black-rukh]

“All right.”

He had hung up by the time the word, “Thanks,” was on his lips.

Shivering, the young man doubled over on the bench, wrapping his arms around himself.  He exhaled, a breath of white coming out of him.  Jesus, why had he only thrown on a light jacket?  It was February.

Anxiously, he awaited a pair of headlights.

[modernizedfireking]

It didn’t take long until the beams of light lid the side street. Sleek and silver his chariot pulled up to the bench and Kouen flicked the lock to let him in. He’d brought a towel in case the rain started. Looking over to Judar, his previous anger had ebbed away leaving only a soft, warm voice. Like a blanket of security wrapping around him. 

“Are you okay..?”

[chained-by-black-rukh]

Judar exhaled slowly, relieved to finally spot the car pull up to the curb.  He opened the door and slid in, enjoying the feel of the luxurious leather seats again.

“Yes, I’m fine now.  Now that you’re here,” He added quietly with a chuckle. “Turn the heat up, I’m freezing.”

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@chained-by-black-rukh:

“What the hell are you talking about, Kouha?” Judar growled in response.  “I don’t belong to you.  I don’t belong to anybody.  Now let go of my wrist.”

                 “If I don’t claim you, then someone else will. I see how                   everyone else looks at you. So I decided.. I’m gonna                  make you mine~”

There was a crazed look in his eyes as his grip tightened on the other male’s wrist.

                “Not letting go~”

[chained-by-black-rukh]

“Hey, what the hell?!” Judar growled, wrenching his arm away from Kouha with a bit more force.  He took another step back, wary of the crazed look in the young man’s eyes.  The magi wasn’t frightened by many things, but Kouha on the fritz could make anyone uneasy.

“I don’t belong to <i>anybody</i>, Kouha,” He repeated, eyes narrowed and cold, standing his ground.

[whitefireassassin]

Send me a ♥

If we kissed?

[] Quickie. [] Tongue. [] Softly bite your lip. [] We wouldn’t. [] Long and meaningful. [] Let’s hit up the bedroom. [] You remember last time? [] Awkward… [] Lol no.

Would I go out with you? [] Yes, definitely. [] No. [] I want to, but it wouldn’t work. [] Maybe. XD [] Nope, you’re like family. [] You’re cute, but probably not. [] Just simply not my type. [] If I knew you better. [] Already did. [] I don’t know.

If we took a picture together, we’d be… [] Hugging each other. [] Just chilling. [] Holding hands. [] Kissing. [] Acting dumb. [] Normal picture. [] You holding me from behind.

You are… [] Cute/Pretty. [] Good looking. [] Sexy. [] All of the above ^-^

You + me + room = … [] Movies. [] Cuddling. [] Hanging out. [] Kissing. [] Playing games. [] Everything. [] Wouldn’t let you in.

You should… [] Hit me up. [] Be mine. [] Marry me. [] Reblog this so I can send you a heart. [] be studying

If we got married, I’d… [] Divorce you. [] Make kids. [] Take your money and bounce. [] Smash every day. [] I would cheat on you. [] Be faithful. [] Kill you in your sleep. [] We wouldn’t.

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Shipping Meme

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Send ❤️ if you ship our muses romantically. Send 💋 if you ship our muses sexually. Send 💀 if you ship our muses toxically. Send 🙊 if you ship our muses platonically. Send 👿 if you hate ship our muses. Send ✌ if you poly ship ours muses with another.

Send 👎 if you don’t ship our muses at all. Send 👍 if you would like to discuss a possible ship.

[chained-by-black-rukh]

The Stray Pleads (Closed RP)

He swallowed, licking his lips. Thry felt chapped and his mouth felt dry. Everything was dry. Even the world seemed dry, so desolate, gray, and still. It was Tuesday, 3:04 in the morning, but it still felt as if Judar was the only person in the world.

His breathing was labored, heart hammering. It felt as if it was about to beat out of his throat. He paced in front of the bus stop, his old boots crunching through a new layer of snow, trying to go over what he had just seen. Some sick ritual thing of Gyokuen’s. There had been a death, a ring of people around him, some kind of magic. He had seen it all before, but this time it had just really been too much.

“Damn it!” He screamed into the night, kicking at the bench next to the bus stop.

After a moment, he sat down on the bench, realizing that it was much too late for the bus to do runs. He would have to walk home.

Tears pricked at his eyes.

The young man, seemingly by some unseen force, whipped his phone out of his pocket and scrolled through his contacts as he got up and walked along down the sidewalk. He stopped at the name “Kouen”.

Kouen…

(New Message: Judar

can I come by your place?? I’m just a little freaked out right now okay)

[modernizedfireking]

The sound of his phone buzzing and then subsequently pinging for a text message at such an hour struck him as odd. What, or who, could need something now? With a groan he rolled over and grabbed his phone off the table. 

Judar.

Immediately he called Judar. The magi was adopted into their family but that meant nothing. He was still a little brother to Kouen just as much as any of the others.

“Judar. Where are you, are you safe?”

[chained-by-black-rukh]

“Yeah, uh, I’m fine, I’m fine,” Judar reassured with a sigh, relieved to hear the other man’s voice. He had been doing Gyokuen’s bidding for what seemed like forever now and had not spoken with him for at least a few weeks.

“I’m just a little freaked out, is all. It’s stupid,” He added quickly with a false laugh, not wanting to seem weak. “I was with Gyokuen and her buddies, and they were just…just doing some goddamn freaky shit, man.”

He sighed, running a hand through his messy, braided hair, before continuing.

“I’m by the bus stop on Third Street. I forgot what time it was, and…I don’t have a ride. Could you come pick me up, Kouen?”

He felt embarrassed asking this of him, but also felt his heart tugged at the thought of being in the redhead’s strong arms once more.

[modernizedfireking]

“Why do you keep–”

He growled low. No. Now wasn’t the time to rip Judar a new asshole. That would come later. Running a hand through his hair he grabbed the shirt hanging on his bedpost and yanking it on. He grabbed his keys and headed for the door.

“Just stay there. I’m on my way.”

Fuck. Why. Why did he keep doing this? Putting himself through all this. 

What was she hiding..

[chained-by-black-rukh]

“All right.”

He had hung up by the time the word, “Thanks,” was on his lips.

Shivering, the young man doubled over on the bench, wrapping his arms around himself.  He exhaled, a breath of white coming out of him.  Jesus, why had he only thrown on a light jacket?  It was February.

Anxiously, he awaited a pair of headlights.

[chained-by-black-rukh]

“I’m not crazy. And I’m not obsessed. I just don’t like others touching my things.”

“What the hell are you talking about, Kouha?” Judar growled in response.  “I don’t belong to you.  I don’t belong to anybody.  Now let go of my wrist.”

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[chained-by-black-rukh]

@ Sinbad and Hakuei ;)

[flirtsuke]

Possessive/ Captor Starters

(The following quotes are from thread and rp’s I’ve done in the past with people.)

“If you love me and I mean truly love me. Then show me.” “I’d kill for you.” “Get on your knees and beg for my forgiveness.” “Turn around.” “If you don’t stop talking I’ll gag you again.” “You ran away once stop asking me to untie your hands.” “Good. I don’t want you to see this madness.” “The next time you run away I’ll shoot your leg and drag you back in the house.” “If you look at him/her one more time I’ll make them disappear.” “I saw you go into his/her house again. What was it for this time?” “Don’t you lie to me.” “The ropes not too tight so shut up.” “Maybe if you beg a little more then I’ll accept your pathetic apology.” “You’re mine no matter what you tell yourself otherwise.” “All these little head games you like to play. I’ll show you what true games are.” “Sweet talking me to gain my trust isn’t going to work.” “It’s not a noose it’s a leash.” “What did I tell you about not using pet names?” “I already told you why you can’t come out of the bedroom.” “If you’re good then I’ll unlock the door so you can roam the house.” “Will you be my good girl/boy?” “That’s my girl/boy.” “Give us a turn.” “You have five seconds to put that on and I’m not turning around to give you privacy.” “You’ve mistaken me for someone who is merciful.” “Your tears are a waste of good suffering.” “You can scream all you want. I reinforced the walls just for you.” “You’ve got the phone. But are you fast enough to dial the police before I catch you?” “Even if you did escape the animals would get you first.” “This will help you sleep.” “I won’t let anyone hurt you. Ever. Because I’ll hurt them first.” “Try not to move too much. I had to give you a heavy dose.” “Don’t make me do it again.” “I couldn’t stand the thought of you being out of my life. I just had to have you. You can understand my reasoning for that right?” “I’m not crazy. And I’m not obsessed. I just don’t like others touching my things.” “Next time don’t run from me or the consequences will be worse.” “I’ve waited so long for you. Don’t tell me no.” “I’ll show you my definition of love.” “Quiet. We’ll just wait until they pass by then we’re gone.” “I wish you could accept me the way I accepted you.” “Where did this little act of defiance come from all of a sudden? Guess you didn’t learn from before.” “If I let you go now you’ll go to the cops.” “It’s too late to turn back now. We’re already here.” “Don’t ever try to escape again.” “I’m the monster that’s haunted your dreams.” “Why can’t you just love me?”

[rpmemes-galore]

Send me  🏨  for my muse’s reaction to yours crawling into bed with them

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[chained-by-black-rukh]

[wordsnquotes]

Why be the sheep when you can be the wolf?

R.L. LaFevers, Grave Mercy 

[musesgonnamuse]

your muse is allowed to underestimate my muse 

your muse is allowed to disrespect my muse

your muse is allowed to provoke my muse

your muse is allowed to be a little asshole to my muse

and more – !!

So long as you, the mun, understand the consequences of your muse ticking off my muse your muse is allowed to be not nice to mine. Confrontation can be interesting and fun to rp! I welcome it! While you, the mun, should know better than to provoke my muse your muse might not and that’s okay! Mun does not equal muse and vice versa. When your muse provokes mine, disrespects mine, underestimates mine, I am trusting that even if your muse doesn’t know the consequences that you, the other mun, understand there are repercussions for your muse being an asshole.

you want your muse to be an ass to mine? that’s fine – just don’t whine when your muse doesn’t come out of it unscathed. 

[chained-by-black-rukh]

The Stray Pleads (Closed RP)

He swallowed, licking his lips. Thry felt chapped and his mouth felt dry. Everything was dry. Even the world seemed dry, so desolate, gray, and still. It was Tuesday, 3:04 in the morning, but it still felt as if Judar was the only person in the world.

His breathing was labored, heart hammering. It felt as if it was about to beat out of his throat. He paced in front of the bus stop, his old boots crunching through a new layer of snow, trying to go over what he had just seen. Some sick ritual thing of Gyokuen’s. There had been a death, a ring of people around him, some kind of magic. He had seen it all before, but this time it had just really been too much.

“Damn it!” He screamed into the night, kicking at the bench next to the bus stop.

After a moment, he sat down on the bench, realizing that it was much too late for the bus to do runs. He would have to walk home.

Tears pricked at his eyes.

The young man, seemingly by some unseen force, whipped his phone out of his pocket and scrolled through his contacts as he got up and walked along down the sidewalk. He stopped at the name “Kouen”.

Kouen…

(New Message: Judar

can I come by your place?? I’m just a little freaked out right now okay)

[modernizedfireking]

The sound of his phone buzzing and then subsequently pinging for a text message at such an hour struck him as odd. What, or who, could need something now? With a groan he rolled over and grabbed his phone off the table. 

Judar.

Immediately he called Judar. The magi was adopted into their family but that meant nothing. He was still a little brother to Kouen just as much as any of the others.

“Judar. Where are you, are you safe?”

[chained-by-black-rukh]

"Yeah, uh, I'm fine, I'm fine," Judar reassured with a sigh, relieved to hear the other man's voice. He had been doing Gyokuen's bidding for what seemed like forever now and had not spoken with him for at least a few weeks.

"I'm just a little freaked out, is all. It's stupid," He added quickly with a false laugh, not wanting to seem weak. "I was with Gyokuen and her buddies, and they were just...just doing some goddamn freaky shit, man."

He sighed, running a hand through his messy, braided hair, before continuing.

"I'm by the bus stop on Third Street. I forgot what time it was, and...I don't have a ride. Could you come pick me up, Kouen?"

He felt embarrassed asking this of him, but also felt his heart tugged at the thought of being in the redhead's strong arms once more.