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WHAT IS YOUR ARCHETYPE? FROM HERE

traits: determined, obsessive, powerful, charismatic, confident, rash, challenging

the master is most commonly used to symbolize the antagonist, or the upper hand. while they aren't inherently the bad guys, their determination and ability to plan ahead can be twisted into something akin to evil. while that is a strong possibility in literature, their charisma and confidence can be utilized to create a strong idea and even an idea for the good side. many masters were the catalysts of revolutions, sparking hope and motivation. masters are extremely rash in their decisions, no matter how meticulous their planning may be. they tend to follow their instincts, and it's a good thing that they're so quick on their feet, otherwise, many of the challenges they face might have become uglier than expected.

TAGGED BY: @maidfaire ( thank youu )

TAGGING: lol

#( 03: WRETCHED THING WITHOUT A PAST. )#(( I got this twice so welp ))

drakhor:

@serveart

“I-I’m fine.” she coughs into her handkerchief, dismissing her butler/husband’s worries. (Though, it was very obvious she was lying.) Despite how hardworking the princess was, it was to a fault. She assumed she was worn out from training with her comrades in the day, to sneaking a read of strategy books in the night. Even so, she needed to fulfill her duties.

“We must attend the war meeting, otherwise–-” she feels her face burning, and she places her hand on her forehead while briefly closing her eyes. “we won’t be able to devise a strategy against the enemy army.”

She wipes the sweat off her forehead before giving her companion a forced smile. “I’m okay, Joker. I promise.”

A FIRM GRIP on Kamui's shoulder prevents her from moving any more than she has already. There is only so much leniency the male can provide to the headstrong lass before setting his foot down for the betterment of her well-being.

❝Nonsense; you are in no condition to even stand.❞

HE KNOWS THE TOLLS of leading the army—the burden of managing the lives of countless others ever-present in the back of her mind; he knows everything that she suffers for the sake of others at the cost of her health, so the least he can do in kind is making sure that Kamui doesn't end up killing herself along the way. Firmness gives way to a sigh. Talon'd fingers softening their hold and moving upwards to caress her face. Pain strikes when he gathers the heavy bags that line her garnet eyes ( he should have done more ).

❝I will make sure that everyone at the war meeting understands your condition and I shall relay everything back to you forthwith.❞

#drakhor #( V. A REVOLUTION OF TRUTH; REVELATIONS OF PEACE. )#(( joker doesn't get paid enough for this ))

IN GENERAL:

REAL NAME: lol no thanks NICKNAMES: shinya SEXUALITY: asexual as hell but super demiromantic PREFERRED PRONOUNS: they/them please ARE YOU A MORNING PERSON?: LMAOOOO WHEN SWIMMING, DO YOU PREFER TO DO IT IN THE OCEAN OR A LAKE?: lake. salt water tastes nasty

ON TUMBLR:

ANYONE YOU WOULD LIKE TO MEET IN REAL LIFE?: yeeee ANYONE YOU HAVE MET IN REAL LIFE?: yeah and it sucked WHEN DID YOU FIRST JOIN? HOW OLD IS YOUR CURRENT ACCOUNT?: uh sophomore year of high school?? I’ve been rping Joker for over a year but this acc is new;; ANY PEEVES?: people who don’t understand that I’m mutuals only, force hcs/portrayls of my muse that are wrong af, drama, people using their rp blogs to vent about personal issues, people not realizing that standards ≠ elitism, I’ve got a lot and 90% of them are from my days in the psycho-pass fandom LOL UNPOPULAR OPINION: this is probably bc I’m a graphic designer but mY GOD do I hate small container themes. If the text is below 10px, people have to zoom in with a magnifying glass to read, or they can’t read period because of the color palette then you’re doing it wrong. I’m also not a fan of the particle effect thing people have on their themes now. It’s so bad on loading times lol god this kills me on the inside

FEELINGS:

DO YOU GET EASILY JEALOUS?: can’t care enough to be jealous anymore :^) DO YOU EASILY GET ANGRY?: at stupid things? yeah ARE YOU EASY TO CHEER UP?: lol no ARE YOU GOOD AT HIDING YOUR EMOTIONS?: apparently I am WHAT’S THE VERY BEST WAY TO CHEER YOU UP?: video games/writing things that actually require a modicum of thought

THINGS:

FAVORITE DRINK: oolong tea and black coffee FAVORITE FOOD: if it’s Korean I’ll devour it MOST CALMING PLACE?: my bed/anywhere where there’s no people tbh MOST PRIZED POSSESSION?: my drawing tablet + laptop

TAGGING: I have no friends

#long post cw #( 01: OOC. )

❝hOW AM I BLESSED WITH SUCH A BEAUTIFUL WIFE????❞

#(( I can't get over how pretty Kamui looks in the game I jstu ))

BOLD WHAT APPLIES TO YOUR MUSE: STRENGTHS VS. WEAKNESSES!

REPOST, do not reblog! TAGGED BY: @maidfaire ( thank you! ) TAGGING: who tf hasn’t done this tbh

W E A K N E S S E S :

#( 03: WRETCHED THING WITHOUT A PAST. )#(( Joker's selfless bc he puts everyone before him ))#(( but he selfish af when it comes to Kamui skdlfj ))

whomstdve thought you would have even worse pecs than me

❝I’m sure Lady Kamui would be most upset if you thought her wrong on a subject that she is very well acquainted with.

And you wouldn’t want your dear little sister to get upset, would you?❞

#incoronant #( 02: ASK. )#I've seen plates that are shinier than your lame ass pecs #❛ ♦ : messenger. ⊱

fite me mop prince

#(( lia made me do it ))#( ??: LIVE TO SASS. )

WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS????

#drakhor #( 02: ASK. )#wHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS #WHO SPIKED YOUR TEA THIS MORNING #WAS IT ZERO I KNEW HE WAS UNTRUSTWORTHY SDLKFJSDF

That Night (Jokamui)

Perhaps it was out of desperation that he came to her in her, maybe the culmination of loneliness and fear of the unknown brought this strange man in jester’s clothing from the depths of inky darkness to provide her with companionship—at the cost of her soul.

She was only six when they came: bandits who somehow discovered the fortress, clever enough to infiltrate it thinking it was abandoned. Were it not for the hasty urgings of one of her maids, she would have been another corpse added to the pile, yet part of her wished that she was dead as the scent of death flooded her systems and evoked upon her a true understanding of the word “fear.” Bile climbed up her throat but it refused to come out. Tears bubbled at the edge of her doe-like eyes in her search for survivors.

A fallen chalice hit her foot and she came tumbling through a carpet of blood. Blond hair became strawberry, and her hands dyed as if she killed them all herself—sometimes she did blame herself, for the servants were all hired to care for her; she led them to death with a smile on her face. Her eyes became hollow that night, a certain kind of despair nesting in the bosom of her tiny chest as nightmares-made-reality enveloped her with the tragedy of human nature.

First came the wings, cocooning her in a spotlight of dark for a conversation only she and he would be able to participate. Then came his body as silver encased in purple and black came to being before her eyes. She remembered her heart beating steadily even when she was eye-to-eye with sin incarnate. Part of Kamui accepted death that night as she reached forward to caress the devil’s face and witnessed him leaning against the touch. This great, terrible being answered her call when no one else would. He listened to the unintelligible sobs of a child with nothing but a dead kingdom to her name, and he would stand by her side until the end of days if only to devour her despair at the end of her life.

Kamui couldn’t care less that she would no longer pass into the afterlife. As far as she was concerned, she was already dead.

#( INK IN THE THROAT. )#drakhor #(( I DID IT FAM ))#emetophobia cw #blood cw #death cw #(( it's a fucking shitty title but I'm rolling with it ))

I don’t get paid enough for this

#drakhor #( 02: ASK. )#(( smh lia ))

a peck on the cheek. " this serves as small reminder that i love you. " ❤️

❝Oh..❞

Floridpassions palpitate across his cheek. Cold, followed by heat, followedby drumbeats follow one after the another in rapid succession, givinghim no time to recoil and assume proper control. One would think thathe would be accustomed to his lady’s loving grace, yet every instancereturns him to adolescence—where mind and heart function inirregular unison—and he cannot help but sway. Fingers graze againstblessed skin and the sensation remains.

Hisface colors to a peach hue.

❝Ohmy…❞his murmur echoes a decibel higher than expected,but he needn’t care for passersby happening upon what may as well bean everyday occurrence. ‘Tis better to simply speed by in such instances, avoidingwhatever secondhand embarrassment stems from Joker’s overabundantardor for his wife/queen/goddess ( pot-kettle-black, he would say, privy to how romance frequents these barracks on a day-to-day basis ). Lips purse together, choking outthe deluge of “I love yous” likely to spout at any moment;certain customs must continue to be observed, even if their wedlocktranscends social norms. Gently, like caring for china, Joker seizeseach side of Kamui’s face (he notes the blush and chuckles, sparing her the embarrassment fornow ) and leansforward to press chapped lips against the canvas of her forehead. Hecould write an epoch detailing his wife’s many endearing qualities,both the physical and esoteric variety.

Whenhe pulls away, temptation beckons the servant king toplace another kiss upon the cold tip of Kamui’s nose. ❝Thankyou, milady. And I love you as well, with all of my heart.❞

#drakhor #( 02: ASK. )#(( the epic tales of kamui's luscious ivory hair ))#(( my favorite story ))

gently tries to sneak back here, gently crashes everything and probably starts a fire. just for u bby :heart: :heart: :heart: