#soultheft

[masteredshadows]

u don’t master the shadows / shadows are mastered by u

I don’t allow some peoples’ shallow perspectives of what are and what are not shadows define if I’ve mastered them. I don’t believe shadows have to be a shape produced by something coming between light and the ground and other stereotypes of shadows. Shadows to me do not have a specific definition.

I try to stay ahead of the curve when it comes to weapons and armor and technique and runes. I want to set the standards for what’s considered “powerful” and mastered in the modern era of shadows. I try to be ever changing and push myself and the limits of shadows to fit whatever I am doing. I completely understand that nearly everything I do is groundbreaking, new and completely revolutionary in the grand scheme of shadows, and I want to always try to put my own unique twist on shadows.

[propugnatori-a]

@soultheft​

VASTAYAN. he’s never seen one up close but he knows she’s one when he sees the ears poking out from raven hair; it seems like the sensible assumption, as from the distance he is they seem far too real to be a prop. it’d be senseless for it to be one as well, given the fact a costume would seem like a gaudy choice in this time of the year ---- though surely someone might find it a good choice whenever, as he’s known quite a few piltovans with eccentric fashion taste, and this isn’t quite what he’s used to. by her attire choice, he’d wager ionian, too, which makes sense if his hypothesis is right...

---oh yes, he’s staring (at the ears, specifically, as the novelty item they might represent to someone unfamiliar with the concept of fox-eared women), as per usual when he becomes too engrossed in his thoughts, and it makes for terrible ice-breaker, he’s come to know. clearing his throat, he rakes his brain for proper talk, as it’s clear by now she’s noticed him. 

SO MUCH for being a gentleman.

“-...AFTERNOON.”

[caesarandthecity]

The First Debt: The Price of Being Born into the Machine

The system never asks for your money first. It asks for your soul.

Before you learn to walk, they teach you how to bow. Before you learn to speak, they program you to repeat. This is the original tax of existence in the Matrix: obedience extracted at birth.

Education demands your imagination as collateral. Religion drains your direct line to the divine and replaces it with middlemen in robes. Media colonizes your attention, turning your psyche into a billboard for fear and dopamine. Food poisons your body while selling you “pleasure” as a sugar-coated chain. Work demands the hours of your life in exchange for a pension you’ll never live to see. Entertainment sells you infinite escapes to ensure you never confront the abyss inside. Sex bleeds your vital energy through pixels, addictions, and false intimacy.

Every layer is a hidden toll gate, each demanding a piece of your essence. You don’t notice because the price isn’t in dollars—it’s in being.

The tragedy? Most thank their captors for the privilege of paying.

The initiation into freedom is brutal: you wake up and realize you’ve been financing your own cage. You stop funding the lie. And when you stop paying, they call you insane, antisocial, dangerous. Because you no longer feed the machine.

Freedom is costly. But slavery is bankruptcy of the spirit.

Signed, Cesar Augusto Crypto Key: AA05 N84G BIZM AP7Q

[deflcresco]

@soultheft replied to yourpost:5'8 !

tiny girl !

right !! ; w ; 

[the-deadeye-blog]

✧ ? :o

     ;; sharing the feels  // accepting.

I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧   I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧ I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).

[sentientonce-blog]

“ if i snap a twig will you hurt ? “ head tilts as the fox asks , “ dig through the dirt will you feel ? — or rather , are you a creature like i am ? “

 ‘  i do not ache.  ‘  bold, firm and dry ; as this incomplete answer is given. the iridescent hue of their eyes remains still , almost dead on the other  –  as careful , so careful ; they analyze.  this creature terrifies them from the mere fact of never having encountering such thing , not even in their wildest imaginations.  this presence of flesh and fur , standing on two, – yet this aura so feral covering it. unnatural, inconceivable to the eyes of the entity — was it even real ?  tangible, perhaps ?   for how long had  it walked the land ?  why must it be, odds of nature , that both beast and mankind would mix ?             noae does not react nor flinch an inch. they await and proceed , gaze as if staring to prey it was          ‘    you’re no kin of us .    you are a beast , and no creature of this soil .  ‘

[chemtech]

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✌: You’re awesome♡: I love your blog

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you have no idea how much this means tbh because you legit inspire me with your headcanons for your Ahri <3

[vindictivly]

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✜ for a fear headcanon—Shieda is fearless, has grown to be feared by others. He does not fear anything in particular, not even death. As a child he feared Noxus, but now he sees to it that Noxus will fear him when the time comes. Fear has become irrelevant to Shieda.