#chaoticbydesign

[tantibus-aeternam]

Oh, Boo, it's so NICE to hear you and Negative Space are going to finally tie the knot, huhu. May I suggest allowing me to throw a party, at least? IT'LL BE OUT OF THIS WORLD HEHEHEHEHE!

Maybe.

[mortiscausa-blog]

"Cause of death-"

“PEACE.”

Thresh smiles. It’s simple. It’s an odd look on him, because it is almost wistful.

“And not yours, either. Theirs. Theirs. The people you have ripped open, torn limb from limb, flayed alive. The souls you have trapped. The lives you have destroyed.

No closure will come to them and their loved ones through the acquisition of bloody vengeance; you are undying in that way anyways. As long as someone is still tormented, as long as someone is still afraid, you are eternal.

Who knows how long it could take, but if you are ever vanquished or imprisoned .. if you are ever put in a place where you can do no more harm, they will begin to forget. That is how monsters like you and I die.”

Thresh opens his hands; tortured spirits weave between his fingers and pool in his palms, suspended in never-ending agony.

“There will be a day where you are less than a spooky story parents tell their children to give them something to fear. That kind of death is far worse than any physical kind. That is oblivion. That is the only fate things like us dread.

Our own fear will not keep us alive to wreak havoc. Only theirs can.”

[void-touched-yordle]

chaoticbydesign replied to your post: man boy gosh do i wish the block and mute function...

if you have XKit you could try blacklisting their URL too???

aahhh thank you~!

[strategion]

@chaoticbydesign​

Shaco’s beady eyes, like bloodstones, stared into the gaze of the other. That dreadful grin plastered upon a seemingly porcelain face somehow widened at its edges. Shaco, lifting a finger as though to silence Swain, squeezed the heart with the hand that held it. The organ screamed like the souls of the damned, and as he crushed it, it shattered like an egg. With his eyes rolling back, tongue lolling out of his mouth, there perched upon its tip was a new raven, or perhaps the same one. And from its small feathered body came the jester’s voice that echoed as though spoken down an empty hallway:

         “The only real joke here is you, but Shaco doesn’t judge, and he certainly killed it on presentation!”

Jericho Swain had long grown accustomed to horrors. Having been perhaps one of the few lucky ( though perhaps unlucky ) to glimpse into the beyond, into the abyss. A place where abominations collected in hellish parades. He could tolerate the howling, the gnawing at the back of his mind as he drifted back into the world of the waking.  It did not bother him ( he did not allow it).

And yet the antics of the jester dug at him. Like a blunt knife, slowly digging into his flesh-- at first, it did nothing. But enough prodding and it cut through skin. And so Swain’s patience was slowly being tested. And yet he ponders on the nature of this creature. 

 a demon, perhaps. he would think. his lips curled into a snarl-- he is repulsed at the sight of the raven-- ( one of his ravens), being degraded into a mere stage prop.

 “ enough of this nonsense.”  his voice is sharp as a knife, a command. “Who are you?”

[strategion]

After quite literally crawling out of a perched raven's mouth, much akin to a children's cartoon, Shaco hits the ground, bounces like a rubber ball, and presents a live beating heart to the grand general. "Shaco heart something about courting, and, well, I am a... court jester!"

— and he feels the migraine settling in. though he had long been desensitized to gore, the sight provoked his ire.it had killed one of his ravens, and all it had to present to him was a heart--and a horrible joke. 

whatever anger he felt, he hid well. a subtle scowl tugged at his lips. 

   “ you killed one of my ravens for a joke.”

[dravenisms]

I'm not really an ADORING fan, but I'm a fan willing to teach you a thing or two. ( [creepily] hiiiii )

“I dig your style, very nightmare inducing. Think I can get a deal like that in death?”

He laughs and quirks his brow. Draven already knew his destination after death, a glorious pedestal. It’s not rude to have his corpse gold plated and displayed in town square if he says its okay.