Vince in bono malum

Selective Jarvan IV | Est. 07.01.2019 | As adored by Cas

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A strange man sits in the emperor’s chair with his feet kicked up on the desk and his raggedy red hat pulled down over his eyes. He is snoring peacefully and seems to have eaten the dinner that was left for the emperor. How did he even get in here...?

Jarvan looked up at the stranger upon his throne, a bemused smile playing upon his features. It was rare indeed that someone was so daring and so skilled, that he felt inspired to ask, “What is it that you are doing here good sir? May I interest in you in some more food?” 

He cared not for how this odd man entered the throneroom, or indeed, the ship, merely whether he was fed. For what reason had one to go to such lengths to see the emperor, if it was not an urgent thing indeed?

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CARING FOR STUBBORN MUSES. for when the person you’re trying to care for insists they don’t need your help.

“at least let me clean the wound!” “you’ll be even worse off if you don’t let me bandage this.” “i really think you need to see a doctor.” “i made you some soup, and i’m going to sit here until you eat it. i can wait.” “your feelings matter too! i can’t help you if i don’t even know what’s making you upset!” “..i’m here if you need anything, okay?” “stop trying to push yourself! you can’t do this on your own!” “listen, i know you don’t want to, but.. maybe you should rest for a while. you’re not going to get anywhere like this.” “i’ll make you a deal: i’ll just get you some bandages, and nothing else, and you stop making a fuss over it.” “how long has it last been since you slept?” “have you even been taking your medicine?” “i know you think you have to get through this by yourself, but you have people here to help you.” “let me take care of you, for once.” “you’re gonna hurt yourself even more if you do stupid things like that!” “i hate to break it to you, but you’re not supposed to do any strenuous physical activity for the next couple weeks, and if i have to personally make sure you don’t every waking hour of the day then i’m fully prepared to do that.” “it’s okay to cry in front of me, you know. you don’t have to carry this alone.” “stop trying to act like you’re not bleeding out in front of me!! this is serious!” “listen, asshole. i’m gonna carry you home whether you like it or not. you’re not in any condition to get there yourself.” “oh my god, why didn’t you tell me it was this bad?!”

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Local tired gay returns to the fray, please like and/or reblog if you’re interested in writing with an indie Jarvan IV from Riot’s League of Legends.

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Jarvan lives!

Please like for a starter; I have a preference for Odyssey AU threads where possible. 

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Idk how many people who follow me are still active, but I’m putting J4 on permanent hiatus. It’s not an easy decision, even if I’ve been absent from here, because I adore him so much. 

In saying that, real life (aka, law school) limits the amount of time I can dedicate to rping these days. Additionally, I’m just not as interested in writing white muses anymore, for personal reasons. 

It’s not unlikely I’ll come back to him eventually. Like I’ve said several times, he’s a muse that I love a lot, and I’ll probably come back every now and then for limited interactions with the few people whose threads and interactions I truly want to keep. 

In the meanwhile, I can be found at @bikmui. If you’re looking for a muse similar to J4 that you can interact with, my Warring Kingdoms J4 (Jiawen) can be found at my multimuse: @riverside-dreams. 

Thank you all for the fun that I’ve had, sharing my love for this boy with you. I hope we’ll be able to talk again soon, whether IC or OOC. 

Thank you again,

Cas

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//Jarvan loves his husband and that’s the tea.

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//J4′s pokemon team. Last slot is for sinistea.

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//Whispers softly: I love Frost and J4 loves his husband. 

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Mains call

//Like if you are interested in being mains, please like this post!

So what will being my main entail?

Mostly, it will mean your muse plays a larger part in ES’ story, whether it is being mentioned in threads where your muse is not present, or plotting larger headcanons which revolve around the relationship between our muses. I’ll try to send more asks/plotting DMs to my mains, too. ^^

I’ll accept one or two for each muse. Please keep in mind that being a main will be contingent on having written or at least plotted with me before.

[boysnsplinters-blog]

Send me your URL and I'll tell you

My Opinion on;

Character in general: How they play them: The Mun:

Do I:

RP with them: Want to RP with them: 

What is my;

Overall Opinion:

**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty

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Consider: AI scientist J4 who is so proud of every single one of his children, is so enthusiastic and so excited about his research, but who also has to face some kind of moral dilemma because of his line of work. 

Also, he draws faces on his roomba and cries because he’s so proud of it, and so thankful for its hard work. 

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//Deleted a few asks I don’t feel up for; will reply to most if not all drafts. Will be on this blog to empty drafts and inbox.

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count-kled

“Prince? King? There ain’t no grand General or nothin’? OH! I bet yer king is the head of all military stuff, ain’t he?” He eyed this Prince, noting how confused he was to see the yordle and his steed. Kled could almost gag at how polite this young man seemed to be- aren’t leaders supposed to be feared?

“Yer… Com-poh-sure is a lot different from General Swain- Not that he ain’t anythin’ great. What’s with all the smilin’ an’- I AIN’T NO SIR!” He suddenly screeched mid-sentence. It seemed his brain had finally processed what the Prince said. “I haven’t been a ‘sir’ for hundreds o’ years now!”

“I am Kled! High Major Commodore of the First Legion Third Multiplication Double Admiral Artillery Vanguard Company- and that ain’t even all my titles! I been a loyal Noxian soldier fer’ centuries!” The yordle then squinted in thought. “Skaarl, what did we come here for again?”

The Drakalops screeched.

“OH YEAH! Listen here princy, yer troops been trespassin’ on MY land and I came in here to yell at the idiot who sent em’ there!”

“The king is the head of the entire nation, si-” He paused, clearing his throat and taking a moment to recall all of Kled’s titles. “High Major Commandore of the First Legion Third Multiplication Double Admiral Artillery Vanguard Company.”

“He commands the military, the legal system, the laws... but I digress.” Jarvan was all too aware that he tended to continue on for far longer than absolutely necessary; and that those around him tended not to like it very much at all. He suspected this was especially true of his visitor, who seemed to have little patience for anything he did not like - not that Jarvan blamed him for it at all. Rather, he inclined his head with a small smile. 

“May I ask where it is, this place you call your home?” Jarvan suspected that this Noxian (how had he arrived within these lands without garnering the attention of the guards, anyway?) lived upon Noxian soil, and if that truly was the case, then... 

His father would hardly be pleased with this son of his allowing a Noxian to remain, let alone meet with him, face to face. 

“I am certain you understand the delicacy of the issue.”

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hope-fading

    Woah he was a bit- large? And really imposing. And he thought Zoe was scary… The former Star Guardian frowned, gazing up at the cosmic entity. “Trust me, I’d give in if it were just me, but I need just a little extra time to purify someone else before I go all dark and what not.” He brushed it off like it was nothing. If Xayah were here, she’d probably hit him.

    “Sucks, but that’s what happens when you fall in love with someone. You’re willing to do anything you can to save them.” He eyed the other. “Though I don’t think you even know what that means.”  

“Love?” It was not something he had ever considered beyond some fleeting thought, once or twice, as he watched mortals clinging to one another as they faced their inevitable end. He had watched as they waned poetic about the emotion, as they cried at the pain of lost love, as they fell in and out of this... foreign feeling. 

Yet he, himself, could not feel. Emotions were all useless for one such as he - eternal, powerful, and standing above all mortals in both stature and power. He was above such things. 

“I understand it is an emotion mortal beings feel. I also understand it as fleeting and pointless as all things mortal are. Yet they place such importance upon it. It seems to simply be part of the irrational, odd, nature of humans.”

[rpstartersinc]

send me   ‘ mistletoe ’   for my muse’s response to being underneath mistletoe with your muse.   specify whether it’s accidental or on purpose.

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Mains call

//Like if you are interested in being mains, please like this post!

So what will being my main entail?

Mostly, it will mean your muse plays a larger part in ES’ story, whether it is being mentioned in threads where your muse is not present, or plotting larger headcanons which revolve around the relationship between our muses. I’ll try to send more asks/plotting DMs to my mains, too. ^^

I’ll accept one or two for each muse. Please keep in mind that being a main will be contingent on having written or at least plotted with me before.