What Sweet Sadness is Killing?

An RP blog for Jhin. Mun and Muse over 18. M!A: None

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[curtain-cxll-moved]

Anyone out there?

Would anyone be interested in writing with a Jhin?

[curtain-cxll-moved]

Hello hello

I do see people coming and going here. I would love to make a return and have the privilege to write with others again.

[runic-scars]

Plotting call

I'm trying to get back in to Tumblr RP. If interested, please DM me for plotting. I promise I'm not as grumpy as my muse!

[curtain-cxll-moved]

Is there anything that Jhin regrets? What is his thought processes when he's creating his 'art'?

Regrets?

Getting caught. Making the mistakes that led to it. Losing his arm and legs. It took so long to relearn how to walk. How to paint. How to carve and how to sketch.

How to fight.

He's sure that, now, he'd be weaker with a sword than before. These golden augments aren't meant for fighting with a weapon needing dexterity, they're meant for firing Whisper and absorbing most of the shock. Not enough to take all of the sting away though, mind you. He never regretted feeling.

Not when it came to his art anyway.

In fact, most of his art is for feeling. It's his emotions, he thinks, that he displays these. The violent intricacies of taste and opinion. The love of elegance and color, brought about to something deemed imperfect, yet beautiful enough to make something truly perfect in his eyes.

He thinks of the meaning behind the pieces. The stories of the canvases he uses, the way they have impacted and will further impact their friends, enemies, and loved ones. Once, he'd seen a man's most hateful enemy brought to tears by the art. Nothing happy, there, either. Rarely does he see joy when observing those who gaze upon his work.

The sight into humanity, he thinks, is rare. The raw, unfiltered disgust and horror stings somewhat, sure, but those emotions are ones rarely displayed upon even the most impure of countenances, let alone the innocent. The grit of true, unfiltered emotion. That is what he looks for, what he craves. Not the lies or the acting that society as a whole have so deeply engrained within themselves that they never know quite what is true emotion and what isn't.

[snipersheriff]

“Draven’s sellin’ his bath water now. You’re welcome.”

[curtain-cxll-moved]

"Those who inevitably fall ill from this deserve death."

[curtain-cxll-moved]

Is there anything that Jhin regrets? What is his thought processes when he's creating his 'art'?

Regrets?

Getting caught. Making the mistakes that led to it. Losing his arm and legs. It took so long to relearn how to walk. How to paint. How to carve and how to sketch.

How to fight.

He's sure that, now, he'd be weaker with a sword than before. These golden augments aren't meant for fighting with a weapon needing dexterity, they're meant for firing Whisper and absorbing most of the shock. Not enough to take all of the sting away though, mind you. He never regretted feeling.

Not when it came to his art anyway.

In fact, most of his art is for feeling. It's his emotions, he thinks, that he displays these. The violent intricacies of taste and opinion. The love of elegance and color, brought about to something deemed imperfect, yet beautiful enough to make something truly perfect in his eyes.

He thinks of the meaning behind the pieces. The stories of the canvases he uses, the way they have impacted and will further impact their friends, enemies, and loved ones. Once, he'd seen a man's most hateful enemy brought to tears by the art. Nothing happy, there, either. Rarely does he see joy when observing those who gaze upon his work.

The sight into humanity, he thinks, is rare. The raw, unfiltered disgust and horror stings somewhat, sure, but those emotions are ones rarely displayed upon even the most impure of countenances, let alone the innocent. The grit of true, unfiltered emotion. That is what he looks for, what he craves. Not the lies or the acting that society as a whole have so deeply engrained within themselves that they never know quite what is true emotion and what isn't.

[transcending-biology]

I miss writing this guy... reblog/like if anyone is interested in writing with a Viktor?

[gentlemansoldierarchive-blog-de]

Reblog if you're willing to do fairly violent RPs

Y'know, just in case I feel the need to bust some heads.

[curtain-cxll-moved]

Grim entertainment

Assignments could always be dull. In fact, they most often were. Slivered fingertips tap-tap-tapped on a wooden table in a four by four beat, while the other hand gently cradled a glass of light champagne. The drink was overly dry and bitter, and the bubbles pricked the inside of his mouth ever so slightly painfully. A sigh left his lips, drowned by the music of the noble ball around him. He would have much preferred a sweet red wine.

Shifting, he set the mostly untouched drink upon the table, watching the others around him with a sharp, two-toned gaze. His contract was here, amongst the nobels, certainly, but he hadn’t brought the tools for the performance. Every artist does a study, takes notes, makes sketches, and he was no different. This performance would be perfect. He would ensure that.

His morbid daydreaming was broken by a loud voice, and irritation filled that gaze soon as it found the culprit.

@surrexitaxium

[curtain-cxll-moved]

As the latecomer wove through the crowd, boasting loudly and not so subtly flirting with women of little class, the virtuoso looked on with a critical eye. His gaze, though filled with irritation, was not unlike a scientist dissecting an animal, or a predator sizing up prey. Even when noticed, Jhin made no attempt to hide his irritation or even his sheer boredom at what he saw.

Even as the executioner came to stand before him, he simply gave a light roll of his eyes. With a light clearing of the throat, he spoke in a smooth, deep voice. "Do strangers normally intimidate you so much that you feel the need to invade their personal space in a poor attempt to assert dominance like some brainless animal? I am not a mangy dog- I will not stoop to the bait."

There's a heavy accent, but the condescending tone was unmistakable. Surprisingly, he didn't seem to care which others around them heard him. He also didn't seem to care who he may be speaking to. "Please, remove yourself. Your presence sours the air more than this excuse of a drink soured my appetite."

Even as he spoke, that sharp gaze watched for a change. He wanted to see what made this one tick, and if there would be any fun reactions.

[snipersheriff]

{From here!} @curtain-cxll

Jhin’s insults almost got to Draven. Almost.

But they all flew over his head when he mentioned the shows. Instead of flying into a rage, he stayed cool headed, more pleased than anything. “So… you’re sayin’ you watched me perform?”

A smug grin grew on his face. So he’d drawn the high and mighty Khada Jhin to an execution or two? Oh, this was good. A hand went to pat the artist’s shoudler, a fake pout on his lips. “Aw, you don’t have to be jealous. I know I’m good. That’s why I gotta share it with the world. But! If it would make you feel any better, know that Draven still appreciates you coming. From the very bottom of my heart.”

[curtain-cxll-moved]

“Contrary to what many think of me, I do try to give others a chance to prove their claims. Some manage, you see, and those few who do are simply... inspiring.” The artist spoke in a way that suggested a far less innocent meaning of the word, despite the honeyed tone. What he said next, though, had a flat and bored tone. 

“While most fail, it is rare to find something so utterly atrocious that it takes place as my least favorite performance.” Despite the tone, Jhin held a visible cat-like grin, those eyes shining with something akin to malice. He was taunting the executioner, it seemed, trying to work out how the man ticked. 

[snipersheriff]

"You're right, pretty boy isn't an insult. A shame someone would waste it on you." The artist simply takes a sip of his wine. (Curtain-cxll)

@curtain-cxll

“At least I don’t gotta cover my face with a mask…,” Draven murmured.

“Bet I’m prettier than you under there! Actually, I don’t bet. I know.”

Wow, that’s a bruised ego!

[curtain-cxll-moved]

He clicks his tongue. "Then why smear garish paint down your face? Perhaps if the outfit matched, it would be alright. And that tacky circlet." He scoffs.

"You're hilariously cliche. It's almost entertaining enough to excuse your... pitiful performances." Another sip of the wine. This time he was making eye contact. A cat like smile curled the corners of his mouth up.

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send me a “✎” and ill draw your muse

@curtain-cxll

[curtain-cxll-moved]

Grim entertainment

Assignments could always be dull. In fact, they most often were. Slivered fingertips tap-tap-tapped on a wooden table in a four by four beat, while the other hand gently cradled a glass of light champagne. The drink was overly dry and bitter, and the bubbles pricked the inside of his mouth ever so slightly painfully. A sigh left his lips, drowned by the music of the noble ball around him. He would have much preferred a sweet red wine.

Shifting, he set the mostly untouched drink upon the table, watching the others around him with a sharp, two-toned gaze. His contract was here, amongst the nobels, certainly, but he hadn't brought the tools for the performance. Every artist does a study, takes notes, makes sketches, and he was no different. This performance would be perfect. He would ensure that.

His morbid daydreaming was broken by a loud voice, and irritation filled that gaze soon as it found the culprit.

@surrexitaxium

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