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@skullkid2099 tagged me in a thing 

Rules: Post 10 characters I (You!) would kiss! Then tag ten blogs in this! (i don’t have anyone to tag so i won’t lol)

rose quartz (su)

allura altea

gabriel reyes

nami (one piece)

zarya

undyne

matt murdock

solid snake

jasper (su)

idk every cute girl ever probably

[thekingofsadness]

☽

Send me“☽” and I will pick a random tarot card and write a starter based on its meaning

Number generated: 3—High Priestess (Intuition, Higher powers, mystery, subconscious mind)

Because I apparently like pain, I’m gonna try and include all if possible

A solitary man. Alone. By himself. His hands behind his back, his head in the clouds. A group of scouts see him, report it to their superior, who relays the message back to their leader. The man was the emperor of Shu. All by himself. It had to be a trap.

Nervous eyes glanced at his every movement, at his every action. When he crouched down, the scouts flinched. When he turned suddenly, they almost jumped. How could one man make them so scared? They needed desperately that kill order. Just so that their suffering would be over. And very soon, it would be over. When the enemy troops had snuck behind them and silenced them for good.

He was only a distraction. A toy to mess with the enemy’s mind and it had worked, thousands put to the slaughter compared to a very small number for Shu. It would be the greatest victory in this upcoming battle, turning the tide for Shu, allowing them to gain new territory and new resources. The people gave a good cheer.

But this great victory, this almost impossible feat, how was it done? Who was the one to come up with this brilliant strategy to silence the enemy’s communication? It turned out to have been a fluke in a greater plan to rescue the emperor. It was only later that they saw the opportunity to change the course of battle. But the emperor was safe. And better yet, he was unaware of his position in this accidental strategy.

Except he was aware. His eyes briefly shone with a sinister knowing, a knowing of what the enemy would do when they would encounter him alone. A wicked smile popped up on his face as he made his way through the halls of the empty palace, no one but his mind knowing the truth behind this humble victory.

[bondswithinhope]

☯

☯ something in canon they wish they hadn’t said/done?

“There isn’t a lot of things I regret... Or rather I learn from them. But one thing I suppose I wished I hadn’t said is when I really felt like I was a “shit friend” and Crow straightened me out while I dueled. 

I felt awful for saying it in that moment, though I suppose I couldn’t help my feelings. Even if now I still hold those doubts.” 

[cutthroathero-blog]

Lord Cao Cao, If I tell you there is a group of people who can summon monsters from cards and command them as they wish and one of them is interested in your service,what will you do?

He ran a hand over his beard, eyes sharpening into a distrustful glare. The Yellow Turbans had tricks that bypassed the rules of martial combat, would it be wise to utilize forces that betrayed common sense?

Only if he could control it, which meant asking complete and utter loyalty from a stranger.

“Bring them to me. Then, I will decide.”

[thekingofsadness]

Pan

SEND ME A GREEK GOD 

Pan: opinion on gay rights

I’ll be controversial here. I understand the plight and the need for recognition of the fact that they deserve the right to be married just as much as anyone else can. But honestly, from knowing gay people myself, there are times that they REALLY should reconsider how they are going to advertise their campaign.

Now don’t get me wrong. If you asked me on if gay people should marry of course I’ll say yes. And this is talking about a small minority of people. But some of the campaigns just don’t make sense to me, either in that they’re too extreme or they just seem to contradict each other in some sense.

I grew up in Thailand, which has the biggest population of gay people and, yes, ladyboys. But over there, gays are seen in a different light. For someone to be gay it’s not so culturally accepted as it is shunned. I know from the stories my mother told me that in her time, and to this day, parents would forbid you from interacting with the other sex but it is perfectly fine for someone of the same sex to talk to you. And that’s how it starts.

A lot of gay people start out because they feel trapped in their own world (again, usually due to family issues. Trust me when I say a LOT of issues stem from family) and because the only friends they know are the same sex, they start to turn that friendship into something more. But not only do most of the families there shun gay people, when they are acknowledged, they are used as comic relief. (Don’t believe me, check the internet, find one thai show/advert and tell me if you find one that isn’t having the gay character as something funny). It’s not a great thing, let me tell you.

Which is why I think the gay rights movement needs to work on their awareness but in a different way. Make gay rights happen and all but also hammer in the fact that they are STILL human beings like the rest of us. Only then will they make some progress I think,

[thekingofsadness]

9:What is your muse's sexual preference?

DIG INTO MY MUSE'S LIFE | HEADCANONS

9: What is your muse's sexual preference?

Liu Shan is DEFINITELY straight. Not bi, not gay. He definitely is only interested in women. Not that it was necessarily the entire case for all his life.

As a teenager, like any other man, he was exploring his sexuality, trying to figure out what he is, what he likes physically in a person. The incident that would simultaneously confirm his attraction for women and scar him for life was walking in on two women casually exploring each other’s sexuality and though he immediately turned away, the image never truly faded. As much as he tried to deny it, it was in the end an arousing image.

It broke apart the self-image that women (other than his mother) were gentle and kind but at the same time, the idea of a strong, confident woman—not unlike his mother—became his type. 

[thekingofsadness]

🔥

Send 🔥 to find my muse taken over by one of the seven deadly sins.

Number generated: 7—Pride

How long has it been since he last got clothes this nice? The soft feeling of the cloth on his skin, one of an emerald colour with intricate gold patterns that shown like the sun. A fur trimming so soft he could just fall asleep in its comfortable embrace of his body. He felt good today. More than good. He felt like an emperor. He was the man in charge, he was the one that every one had to listen to. He could get them to do whatever he desired and they would do it in a heartbeat.

Today, he felt like he was in charge. 

He roamed around the palace and in his twisted senses, he had everyone doing all sorts of stuff for his wicked sense of pleasure. He orchestrated two servants he knew to be in love to pretend to hate the other, he had another fetch him a drink and return it for fear that it might be poisoned. He even carefully manipulated them to carry out a prank on Xingcai. That is to say, he made sure her training weapons were well-kept. She never knew that it was from the now-mischievous emperor.

But the thing that was noticeable about him today was his swagger. How he carried himself today was different from how he carried himself before. One that exuded self-confidence. But coming from the gentle and mild mannered emperor, it was the scariest thing they had ever witnessed.

[thekingofsadness]

crying

For my muse’s reaction to walking in on yours...

crying

Gonna go with a random guy here. (I still don’t know your gender. I keep assuming male)

It was fascinating what the emperor was privy to know about. So many secrets he knew, so many lies, deception, affairs, rumours. He had learned long ago to keep an ear out on the palace’s web of tales, found the secret to telling apart truth from lie. But then he would hear stuff like this, the sorrow, the pain, the sadness. 

Maybe his moniker as the King of Sadness was supposed to be ironic to most, another name to mock him but to the ones who were genuinely sad, he felt it his duty to comfort them.

Approaching the man quietly, he took off the heavy jacket he wore, leaving it on the man’s shoulders before walking away. The man did not see him, and he knew not who or why they left the jacket on his shoulders but the gesture was comforting. 

The man sniffled slightly as he folded up the jacket neatly. It was much too nice to be soiled by his tears after all.