#thevirtuos0

[starforgcd]

@thevirtuos0 | continued from here.

“As good as dead, is it?” he muses, and ducks his head forward to sniff curiously at the Ionian, nostrils flaring. Copper. Human blood. “Mortals are afraid of death, aren’t they? Though you don’t seem to be dying.”

 His tail lashes lazily behind him, slipping along the crystalline walls of the cave. “You’re excused. Though most mistakes are hardly irreparable. Don’t you think you’re exaggerating a bit, darling?”

[askdragonbladetalon]

[closed RP] mirror mirror

thevirtuos0:

Jhin rest one hand on his hip, looking over his nails on his other hand. He looked up at the assassin, a quiet huff puffing from his chest.

“I had expected to see a different Noxian, but my statement still stands you are all so egocentric.”

Jhin couldn’t help but roll his eyes at the others comeback, quietly fixing how his cloak fit over himself before replying.

“Darling, come at my fasion choices when your cape isn’t made of knives. For God’s sake, I could have made something better in my sleep. That thing is hideous.”

The virtuoso leaned in a little bit, a hint of curiosity and gleam of mischief in his stare.

“Oh? How would you know I wear my mask all the time? Did I happen to have a stalker I didn’t know about? I’m touched, really. Maybe you should take notes.”

“...Can you not even tell Noxians apart?” Talon asked, even more incredulous now. His eyebrows shot upwards, Talon wondering who in Noxus he even resembled that closely. His dragonblade and bladed cloak were fairly unique. “You need bigger eyeholes for your mask if you’re getting me confused with other people.” He gave Jhin the best critical once over he could, copying Cassiopeia’s disdainful look as best as he could. Slightly lowered eyelids, uptilted chin, lips twisted into a sneer of distaste and one eyebrow arched as if she could hardly believe what she was seeing... “At least my cape of knives is useful. You can’t say the same for a mask that practically blinds you - and a shoulder gun that’s got your body out of balance. You’d fall over if I parkoured over your head.” And Talon would do it too. Parkouring over people was his latest method of expressing displeasure. It worked far better than insults and meant he was far away by the time they picked themselves up.

As for the question of whether Jhin wore the mask all the time, Talon paused and said, “If you aren’t wearing it all the time, you’re either careless or spend time undercover. Which is it?”

[hinge]

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[voidprophecies]

@illuminouslux @thevirtuos0

(( guys, you’re supposed to hate me. you’re doing it wrong!!! ))

[hunters-vengeance]

{ @thevirtuos0 liked for a starter }

Humans killing other humans was not an unheard of concept to Varus. They were hypocritical beasts which begged for mercy and pleaded for peace in same breath they used to condemn their enemies to death. They slaughtered their brothers and neighbors over all manner of petty things-- land, ideals, fear, even love, strangely enough. It was both a mind boggling and hilarious thing for the darkin to observe. Hypocrites, the lot of them. They refused to admit they had a lust for blood, no matter how deeply they tried to keep it buried in their hearts.

Most humans were like that, at least. There were some rare, special few mortals which proved to be exceptions-- killers who owned up to their deeds and boasted the numbers of their felled quarry proudly. Those mortals, now they were admirable. Ruthless to the core, and proud of it. Varus could say he appreciated the honesty.

He was finding this man, no- self proclaimed artist, as it seemed, to be one of such interesting individuals. He should have killed the man on sight, he really should have, but he couldn’t keep himself away from his own curiosity. He felt compelled to know just how much blood this man routinely washed his hands with.

“Khada Jhin, was it?” Pale white eyes blinked up at the taller man, though the darkin kept ample distance between the two of them.

“You remind me so much of my brother, Aatrox. Similar outlooks, you and him. But what is it that makes your work beautiful?”

[charmed-arrows]

💎

“Eight, because its divisible by four. What was the saying? Look like the innocent flower, but be the serpent under’t? I’ve heard many stories, some I wonder if they are true.. but despite such horrific events, you are quite charming.”

[narcisisto-archive]

Jhin, Varus, Malzahar

Wed, Bed, Behead. — accepting

       “ Draven’s gotta go with beheading Jhin there. Nothing against the guy, would even say he’s bedroom material, but it’s the spotlight I’m annoyed with. He should step down while he has the chance. “

       “ When it comes to bed, it’s gotta be Varus. I mean, come on, he’s a literal creature. Who knows what it’s like down there? I can only imagine considering it’s three dudes in one body… so that’s gotta be one interesting night. “

       “ Last one left is Malzahar, and I’d wed him ‘cause honestly? The Void is really just a big unexplored territory that Draven wants to get his hands on. The Void couldn’t claim me if it tried, mostly because I’m far too amazing to drown in it. “

[hinge]

Hinge presents an anthology of love stories almost never told. Read more on https://no-ordinary-love.co

[goodandbadhearts]

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“How sad. I was hoping to get to know you a bit better.”

"How bout you fucking stop first?” He calls from quite a distance. Somehow...

[shurima-demigod]

👤 Jhin :D

“He is mostly friendly and elegant, but his art… Yes, we will have to talk about that.  Overall, I do not think he is a horrible person just… we do not see eye to eye about his work.”

[starforgcd]

@thevirtuos0 | continued from here.

Aurelion rumbles softly in surprise when Jhin’s hands tangle in his hair, but leans down obligingly, golden eyes sliding half shut as warm lips move together. A soft chuckle slips between them, swallowed up with a slow flick of tongue. 

“You? Disappoint? Never, darling,” he hums, and ducks his head to press a soft, chaste kiss to the Ionian’s mouth once more. “Surprising, perhaps. But certainly not disappointing.”

[starchild-ezreal]

🍙 flan

Ezreal stared at the dessert Jhin had placed in front of him, moving his hand he wiggled the plate a little bit, snickering as he was obviously entertained by the dessert jiggling.

“What’s this called?” He questioned.

[hinge]

Hinge presents an anthology of love stories almost never told. Read more on https://no-ordinary-love.co

[askdragonbladetalon]

Wedding ring drabble

Arranged Marriage Starters/Drabbles | Still Accepting.

The weeks leading up to the wedding are fraught. Noxian and Ionian officials both keep disappearing despite the official ceasefire.

Noxus is not known for making peace and so the bulk of the accusations come from the Ionian Council. In return, Noxus asks what is happening to their officers and people – do the Ionians think they are just being kidnapped?

The marriage between a Noxian asssasin and an Ionian assassin is supposed to be a symbol of peace. By marrying the two to each other, the rival powers are removing their top assassins from the game board.

Instead of bringing peace, it seems more likely to start a war in the peace camps.

————-

The first time Talon sees his husband-to-be, Jhin is standing over the body of a Noxian captain. Some strange mechanical lotus bloom has caught and snapped the man’s bones, splaying his limbs so that they look like the stalks of the flower. It’s a showy kill but efficient. In his own way, Talon is impressed – a few seconds earlier and the trap would’ve caught either his prey or Talon himself.

The first time Jhin sees his husband-to-be, Talon has just chased an Ionian lieutenant into the woods and cut his throat. His blade is bloody, his cheeks colored from exertion and his eyes bright from the thrill of a successful mission. Around him, Jhin can see the bright red of blood lust, mingling with smoky greys and deep, glittering blues. He hears the clash of swords, a quick symphony that swoops and climbs into a killing crescendo, and shivers at how well the music matches his own melody.

The two killers regard each other, sizing up their opponent slash spouse, and Jhin is the first to speak.

“You’re not acting on the commands of the Noxians, are you?” He asks, his voice a mechanical laugh.

“No. And the Ionians aren’t sending you to the kill the Noxians either, are they?” Talon counters, blade angled over his body and ready to strike.

“I thought sufficient casualties would cause the Noxians to reconsider this wedding. I have no wish for peace bought at the sacrifice of my freedom; marriage is a cage and my dear, I have spent too long caged already,” Jhin says, shifting his weight slightly so that Whisper points at Talon.

“Same.” It’s a far briefer speech but it holds the same ring of bitter defiance.

Silence, then Talon holds out his unbladed left hand towards Jhin.

“We’ll cause more chaos working together. I can feed you information on the Noxians if you do the same for me with the Ionians.”

“Of course,” Jhin says and takes Talon’s hand in his hand. He squeezes, just enough to mimic a handshake, then lets go.

This truce will serve them both and if it fails…

Well. At least the Noxian thinks enough like him that marriage to him is unlikely to be boring.

[light-puns]

Your blog is dissapointingly empty of light puns. It has definitely darkened my mood.

// I APOLOGIZE! The blog name is not in fact due to me making awesome puns. It’s due to my friend Frosty, who plays league with me and makes awesome puns. She is the pun master and I humbly bow before her. Thus the blog name. That and I find puns hilarious and Lux’s ban quote is ‘But all my light puns would have brightened your day.’ there was a time in there where people were ALWAYS banning Lux out from under me and Frosty used to make a pun every time to make me not feel bad. 

Yes you’re welcome for the origin story of my blog. 

[heartstrlng]

🌹

Send 🌹 for my muse to describe their perfect date with your muse. (Still Accepting!)

“Jhin? Now I really wouldn’t be telling the truth if I said I hadn’t considered this. You have decadent tastes in performance and art of all kinds, and from one performer to another I can truly appreciate that. I’d love to take a true night out, maybe to an opera, or something dramatic of the sort.

Wine to each of us and a rapturous night of melody and wonder. To be honest, I’d not be entirely removed from a death if you needed to express yourself. I used to do the same for a living. Frankly, as long as after everything the night ends with a slow dance in each other’s arms, I’d allow everything.”

[godshadowed]

Jhin, Rakan, Shen (we'd bed behead if youre still accepting)

Wed, Bed, Behead.

“The easy--very, very easy--answer here is to behead Khada Jhin. Ideally, I would do much much worse to him, but slicing off his head and tossing it and his body where no one will find or remember him is a fairly satisfying thought. 

I’ll bed Shen, I suppose. Despite the opposition between him and my Master, he is no doubt... attractive. 

That leaves the Vastayan... Pretty thing, though a little too much. Nonetheless, he seems more ideal that the other two.”

[hinge]

Hinge presents an anthology of love stories almost never told. Read more on https://no-ordinary-love.co

[sacredtempest]

💎

Send a “💎” and My Muse will state one physically attractive thing about Your Muse

“I don’t fully understand this mortal but, admittedly, I like hearing his voice. There’s an energy to it -a passion- when he speaks of his art that makes one’s heart pound.” Janna admittedly, brows furrowed in thought.

“However, I find his art to be too cruel to enjoy.” 

[goodandbadhearts]

Grab! //Today is the day I put u through hell

Pit’s eyes widen. As he sees who did the deed...

He shouted with such intense passion. That the ground quaked with his words.

“BEGONE, THOT!”

and with that Jhin was shoved by a massive stone wall. Sending him a good distance away. Only to land safely on the ground after the ground caught him. Seems even if Pit hated serial killers. He still wouldn’t hurt them.