[riorsworn]

༆ [ 𝗥 𝗜 𝗢 𝗥 𝗦 𝗪 𝗢 𝗥 𝗡 ] ; an  independent and private roleplay  blog  for xaden riorson, of the fourth wing empyrean book series.  please  note  that  this  blog  is  heavily  influenced  by  personal  headcanons  /  au  inspirations.  iconless.  warning:  mature  themes  will  be  present.  rules listed beneath  the  read-more.  ||  est.  sept.  ‘23.  ||  conscripted  by  lp.  25+.  pst.

༆ [ 𝗥 𝗨 𝗟 𝗘 𝗦 ] :

001. this is a private and selective role-play blog, meaning that i prefer to interact with mutuals, only. crossovers welcome!

002. mature themes will absolutely be present, given the very nature of xaden's character / the fourth wing series.  please, be aware of that when following / interacting. that being said, some content may not be suitable for those younger than the age of 18. i, myself, am above the age of 25, and will not write with minors. if you are a minor, please do not follow or interact with this blog.

003. please follow proper role-play etiquette. respect and patience are appreciated. if you’ve questions about my muse or my stance on things within the verse, please feel free to ask.

004. shipping. i love ships - both platonic and romantic. i am open to multiples and mains given the connection and chemistry. 

005. activity. i have a full-time job outside of this hobby, and while i enjoy writing, i cannot do it as often as i’d like to. please keep this in mind when writing with me.

006. typically, i run on PST. but as i often have very strange work schedules / sleeping patterns, one could expect to see me at any hour of the day.

007. everything in and with respect. that’s my golden rule. please never feel hesitant to reach out —- no matter the topic or concern.

008.  and lastly, as more of a reminder than rule: my  starter calls and memes are always open!

[riorsworn]

xaden has moved back to the multi, for now.

[shittttyproblems]

what if being loved by me is a curse

[riorsworn]

a starter for @starbind ( violet ).

IS THIS AN IMPASSE? OR A STARING CONTEST? —- either way, he's moving swiftly onward, beyond, anywhere but here. he's crawling in his skin, the power beneath: roiling. and what's worse than channeling, than giving into its addictive pull, is the absolute want to expel it. that kind of force ... ( he's damned, already. ) coiled and confined as he'd been, the thought of release has him begging for open air. —- and sgaeyl is, mercifully or not, within eyeshot. " stay with imogen, vi. " he didn't glance at her from over his shoulder, but he'd felt her in his wake. onward, go, —- go. " i'll be back. " hopefully. later.

[kentoangel]

the idea of standing in between a man’s legs who’s just been in a fight and is all bruised and battered while tending to his wounds …. all while his hand (a hand that is usually rough and malicious) is gently placed on the back of your thigh, just below your ass …. he’s looking at you as if you’ve hung the moon in the sky ……….. it gets me going

[riorsworn]

a starter for @nav4rre ( liam ).

HELL. that's what this had been. a shared sentence, left to carry; another year, another slew of fucking trials. they'd top the ranks, as they'd always done; they're fit for it, fighters. ( war-honed, already. ) though his steely exterior may have one second-guessing the fact: he cared, deeply, for the marked ones he walked alongside. he'd sworn for them, fought for them, would die for them. —- and as for the brother beelining for his right side ... " where the hell have you been —- ? " he trusted him, respected him. had been waiting for him. " you missed sparring practice. "

[riorsworn]

a starter for @kaerinio.

HIS LEAN IS CASUAL, EASY. his awareness, however, is as sharp as the daggers strapped at his sides. the twin blades at his back. —- he's noted every entrance and exitway in their shared hall. ( without a doubt, he knows: she has as well. ) despite his desire to play, to taunt ( her, and her alone ), the unwitting victims that continue to filter in and surround them are owed a lesson or two. with a wink in her direction, he throws his shadows ahead of him ... and every source of light is devoured by his signet. " lesson one, " he begins, tone low and lost in the unforgiving black, " be ready for anything. " he maneuvers easily, soundlessly, and runs a knuckle along the backside of her arm. hi, the touch spells. " lesson two, " he continues mid stride, paying little mind to his new students as they shuffle and protest, " brave the dark, or fall to it. "

[inanotherunivrse]

in another universe i am not a burden to be loved

[riorsworn]

sneaky starter call.

[strikingviolet]

__________🌩    IT    TAKES    A    MOMENT    TO    BLINK,    TO    REORIENT    HERSELF    TO    THE    CHAOS    &&    DESTRUCTION    AROUND    HER.    slowly,    she    moves    a    hand,    takes    a    step    (    this   dream   is   so   similar   to   the   others   she   has   walked    &&    yet   it   takes   wholly,    consumes,    as    he    has    done    since    he    channeled    )    even   here,    in   this   bastardized   version   of   the   war   they   fight,    her   chest    aches    at   the   sight   of   him.    this    is    the    evidence    of    her    failure,    of    running    out    of    time    when    she    gave    &&    sacrificed    to    find    the    cure.    it   wasn't   enough.    she    wasn't    enough.    ❛    i   had   to   see   you,    ❜    she   admits,    startled   that   the   world   gives   way   beneath   her   feet    &&    yet   she   raises   pale   eyes   to   challenge.    ❛    you're   on   the   ice.    ❜    red   rimmed   gaze   damns   them   both.    ❛    malek   doesn't   get   your   soul.    i'm    not    done    with    you    yet.    ❜    even   if   she   has   to   descend   into   the   depths   of   hell   to   retrieve   the   part   of   him   that   is   still   human.    she   endures,    she   fights.    for    the    future    he    promised    her.

[riorsworn]

HE DRAWS BREATH LIKE POWER; GREEDILY TAKING, TAKING, STILL. —- hers thrums between them like static, a palpable brushing along his skin. ( there truly is nothing like it. ) its beckoning encourages a full-faced posturing, one that showcases the mere vessel he'd become. her efforts are wasted, especially here, especially now. " and now that you have? " a muscle flexes in his jaw. there is so little to be done beyond his next steps. berwyn would see to it, to all of them, quickly. mercilessly. —- her claim over him does not sink to stir, not as it'd once done. he'd not been on the ice. he'd become it. the shadows that had parted from him, reemerge, only to surge for his original host —- one hardly forgotten, effectively muffling the scream that'd begun to surface, the pleas that would follow. beneath them, the ground splinters further, and his next breath comes rather unsteadily. a deliberate and calculated move. ( one he'd pay for, in more ways than one. ) they're cut off. " —- hardly the place for a reception. " sentiment carries like lead, but he offers a cold smile just for her. " wife. "

[incorrect-fourthwing]

Violet: Imagine you could take out five people who annoyed you. Who would you choose?

Xaden: I only get five?

[riorsworn]

@kaerinio ; let me hold you for a minute . ( ask prompts. )

HE IS STILL, IN THIS EVERLASTING NIGHT. —- from just beyond the threshold of her dormitory door, he wavers, as if unwilling to so fully snuff out the light from within. ( laughter carries upon a gentle stirring at his back, unable to warm him, move him. echoes sound, everywhere ... hollow as he'd become. ) he's so tired, he realizes, as her gaze lifts —- and finds him. studies him with such relief, it roils the bile in his gut. he raises an unsteady hand when she shifts to find her footing. it is not with a lack of want, but unfortunate need: this pause. he forces a slow breath that burns; steadiness does not find him. but he steps inside, bearing it all the while, for the first time in weeks. so much has changed, too much has happened. he is not the same. he is not the same. he shudders, slightly, as he surrenders to the sight of her. to be here, again, it's —- dizzying. who does she see, now? A DESPERATE MAN HAD LEFT IN SEARCH FOR A FIX; A BATTERED, BROKEN SHELL RETURNED. A FAILURE. words cannot yet find him as he slowly, achingly, unsheathes his weapons. his armor. his hair is damp, windswept from the long flight back. his features, drawn, tired and sunken from neglect. but his eyes ... his eyes, still shadowed, bear his every, terrible truth. his pain. " i couldn't find anything. anyone. there's nothing. " nothing. —- he sinks as she beckons him, numbly, to his knees. she's sat at the foot of her bed; he's knelt before her with his head bowed over her lap. coming up short, again. he stifles an honest, gut wrenching sob. fuck. fuck. he's not ready for this.

" there's nothing. "

[riorsworn]

thinking about sleep token's "ascensionism" and xaden as per usual.

[nymphoutofwater]

fuuuuck that is my circus. are those…? yep… those are my monkeys….. goddammit.

[kaerinio-a]

❤️‍🔥 . lyric one liner - conceited by lola young // @riorsworn

“ say please, i might think about it. ”

[riorsworn]

HE CONSIDERS IT, DESPITE HIMSELF. despite their circumstance. and with great consideration of the limited space between them —- the betrayal that'd framed his eyes. " please. " the word settles like grit between his teeth. his head bowed slightly, from where he'd towered over her, as he pierced her with his glare. to any passerby, they appeared as enemies, foes in a tense standoff. his expression did not match the string of his his voiced affections and warnings one breath prior. those that follow. " —- i care about you, and i want you to be safe. not stupid. " perhaps he had worn something genuine, there ... " will you fight with them? " he echoes, lowly. " even when it is against me? " not if. " they've sworn to it. all of them. for the good of all that's left here. —- they'll fight for it. " but they need dragons. her.

[intairnwetrust]

“There's nowhere in existence you could go that I wouldn't find you, Violence.” - Violet and Xaden

Artwork by @illustratedbymorgan

[riorsworn]

like this for memes.