𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞.

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[monstheir]

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[monstheir]

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[multimoose]

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,     𝑺𝒉𝒆𝒏.     𝑰     𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕     𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘     𝒉𝒐𝒘     𝒕𝒐     𝒈𝒆𝒕     𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕     𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌.     𝑩𝒖𝒕     𝑰     𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒅     𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕     𝒎𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆     𝒚𝒐𝒖     𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅     .     .     .     𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑     𝒎𝒆     𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕     𝒕𝒐.     ❜

[azakanae]

@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.     ❜

[multimoose]

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.

[aftresources]

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. 

[kiwibomb]

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

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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     ?     ❜

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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

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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 !!

[slash-her-deactivated20210112]

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.

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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.

[wrensources]

♡ 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. 

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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.

[notoriouslydevious]

Aphelios & Alune by SaBBaT.Laomo

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

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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.

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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.