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He comes from the shadows with a dark laugh.

Sits up in bed. Looks around.

“ My vastayn-senses are tingling. ”

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I’ve been dead for ages.... have some ART

I’ve been dead, have some art to make up for it

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@uncle-touchy-lich

Anger filters through Draven’s body like a fire. He didn’t enjoy being talked down to, he could live with the height of this thing, but it was inexcusable to let someone talk down to him. He makes a face and shrugs, continuing to walk. Then, Draven feels the power of that voice, legs stopping before they can finish their path to the door. His eyes blink and his head swims with thoughts, ears ringing as he fights the pull of those sweet words. He was being invited to stay here and who was he to deny someone his presence. Draven turns his head to look back at the gangly thing. Its hair wisps around him and frames a perfect picture. The people who were worshiping raised in swarms to flock to this being’s side. Weapons rest in the hands of those that could hold their own, making Draven sneer in distaste. He feels himself attempt to turn his head, to try and get to his axes, but the movement of this being’s hand stops him. He watches with fascination as those long fingers signal the stop of the pack. Each person melts at his words, ready to serve him as though their own lives weren’t worth what this man could say or do. Draven wanted this.

There was no way this guy was human or ever was in any way shape or form. The body which stood before Draven was an aged man thinned out as far as he could go. A skeleton with skin draped over its bones to give the illusion of life. Pale skin takes it all away. If one didn’t notice the taut skin over bones then they would notice the odd ashen skin which covered the lich’s whole body. His face was as long as his fingers were and the way they curled fascinated Draven to no end. A strange though sparks through him, an image of those long fingers encircling his neck and lifting him right out of this mortal body. It strikes him as strange, making him bring a hand to his forehead and pushing the Lich’s voice from his mind. He remembered being mad about being called impertinent.

“How’s about…” He trails off. No, he is cut off. The lich speaks again, his voice curling around Draven's ears and makes his vision shake. It’s as if this thing was putting something into his mind, planting it there to fester for later. For now, he’s stranded in his spot by something he can’t exactly pinpoint. At least until he is beckoned forward. There is an icy chill that takes his body, starting in his gut and spreading throughout his legs. He gets a sick feeling as his legs move, spurred on by the lich’s command. Draven sneers, teeth coming together and eyes squeezing shut as he gazed upon the mangled being towering above him.

The woman doesn’t catch his eye until she’s mewling at the lich’s feet, pushing herself against his legs and whining to be noticed. Draven can feel his mouth water, but he’s unsure if these feelings are his own. There is a strange sensation overtaking his body as the Lich speaks. His words were like smoke from a fire completely suffocating Draven’s own thoughts. He blinks against the feeling and shakes his head as if he is rejecting the offer. Yet there was this woman, legs splayed wide as she knelt at this being’s feet. It was enticing to think that she would do that for him. Draven’s eyes are drawn to the dead body, to the small specks of white which he could see in the disgusting amalgamation of organs all pushed in the wrong direction. Slowly, he blinks and allows his eyes to cut to the woman which begs for attention. In an instant he wants her. He wants them all. Greed blooms in his stomach and warms the ice that took his legs. Draven cuts his eyes to the wispy-haired thing.

“Show me.”

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Rumour has it that dravens a lil bitch

“Rumor has it that cunts like you get dicks in their mouths. Do something useful instead of spreading lies.”

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Touch my muse. Be descriptive or simple, tender or violent, fond or hateful - anything goes.

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Send “Rumor has it...” And a rumor about my muse

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@noxiancrybaby

This is what I do during the history class that I paid for. :’)

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I live for Draven okay.

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Clipped from {X} @sxlemnity

Draven breathes through his nose to take in the scent of copper radiating from the alleyway. It was intoxicating, to say the least, and he could feel himself becoming more riled as the seconds passed. He didn’t get to finish with the man from before, but the longer he lays there the colder his body gets. Blood still pooled below him, making the ground sticky and wet under Draven’s feet. His hand comes to his Fu, stroking the long hairs for a moment of contemplation. He could take this girl in place of the man, but that would leave another body on the streets. It probably showed in his eyes as he stopped in front of her once more.

An evil thought rolls through his mind, taking root at the base of his skull and spreading like wildfire. He blinks slowly, eyes coming from her feet to her face in that moment. The woman’s hair curls down her shoulders with a fire that he can’t ignore, making him reach out to take the strands in his hand. Would she stop him? Draven steps closer to her, looking down his nose into her sapphire eyes. A thirst claws its way into his throat and he takes another step into her space. She smells of adventure. Draven lets go of her hair and takes a step back. 

“Where did you come from, Elaine?” She looked as though she would cry if he so much as breathed on her, though it wasn’t on the surface. “What brings you to my jurisdiction?” She insisted on calling him sir and it might make him change his mind. The one time he has control over his impulsive behavior and it's being challenged. “Sir is my brother, call me Draaaven.” He drawls with a smirk.

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@bloodmooncarnage

Draven gives a strangled laugh as the demon’s claws wrapped around his throat, threatening to completely cut off all air flow. Blood now flows down his chest, the drip from the wound that he unintentionally created thickening to a stream. Still, he finds he is unable to contain his comments and with a strangled voice he speaks up once more.

“Oh yeah?” He doesn’t intend to sound angry considering he didn’t care about what happened to Corra, but he does. “Did she scream and cry like she did when I forced my cock inside her for the first time?” A laugh falls from his lips and his hips. “Tight little thing isn’t she?” This time it’s a growl and if this demon had exposed skin he could bite then he would have done so. 

Just thinking about Corra has him hard, straining against his trousers as the demon continues to violate him. His eyes stray away from his own blood, favoring to say he had hurt the demon in the mix rather than admit he had gotten hurt again.

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Send “Yes Mistress” for my muse to be aggressively dominant. Send “Cock Sleeve” to have my muse as a pet.

Draven didn’t like to talk about it.

His back arches into the touch of this monster, starved for affection since his capture. He bites hi slip and narrows his eyes as those claws make lines into his body, more marks that he will have to cover up with ink. His hand suddenly slams up and grips at the long braided rope which hangs from the demon’s shoulder.

“Fuck.”

He closes his eyes to the red glow.

“Stop.”

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"Papa papa!!" The child ran over to Draven excitedly, a small present in his hand. "Happy Father's Day, papa!!"

Draven feels the grating voice more than he hears it and turns with a faked smile and outstretched arms. His son doesn’t barrel into his arms as he did when he was smaller, but he presented a gift instead. Draven carefully extracts the gift from his son’s hands and pulls the boy into a one-armed hug, lifting him so his rear sat on Draven’s forearm.

“There’s the future of Noxus!” He pushes his forehead against Marcus’ and the boy squeals with laughter. Over his son’s shoulder, he can see the boy’s mother. Draven’s eyes swim with evil content as his son throws his arms around his shoulders.

“You look just like me.”

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Draven who becomes a father, by mistake, will he take care of him?

Draven has a son, technically a mistake since he never has sex with the intention of procreation. He probably has many other children from when he’s pumped people full so on and so forth.

He stays in contact with Marcus, his son, just to spite the woman he raped.

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AaaAAAAAA this makes my heart so happy!! Especially after I’ve been gone for so long, since about June actually. I’m very excited to meet new faces and make new RPs here! Maybe I’ll see some old friends to UuU

Do you ever read peoples rps and have emotions about their writing??? @dravenisms I fucking adore the writing style and most of the nsfw has so much detail. I read it I enjoy it and then I feel sick to my stomach bc ya know gore but its still super amazing  @uncle-touchy-lich want to talk about a writing style that is graceful this is the one. I have read some of the creepiest shit on the blog but the way it is written brings an odd calm to me. The worlds are elegant and refined and I could read it for hours I adore seeing them come up on my blog 

@gemknighttaric SO MUCH DETAIL IN SMALL SPACES AHHH  I adore the way they portray taric and their general writing style is just amazing 

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@uncle-touchy-lich

When he was assigned to patrol the slums of Noxus Prime, he had not been excited in the least. Now, though, now he was somewhat excited. There was going to be action tonight, it seemed, what with the pulse of low music coming from a small house that was wedged between two businesses that had long since closed down. The music had barely been above a hum when he heard it, slow but lurid in its beat, but as he approached the abode it grew in volume, spilling from dimly lit windows out onto the sullen streets. These were parties he liked crashing.

Draven cards his fingers through his hair in order to fix anything out of place, smoothing it so his palms come together. The smile that comes to his face is immovable as he pushes open the door, enjoying the halt of the patron’s movements. All eyes were on him for a moment and the burn of adoration tingles through his body like a jolt of electricity. The people within were writhing together, at least they had been before Draven so rudely interrupted them.

“Won’t tell if you let me in.”

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Draven’s left eyebrow quirks at a sharp angle, pushing up his crown slightly and stretching the red tattoo unnaturally. He nods slowly and crosses his arms. As his hand leaves his mouth he clears his throat and shifts his weight onto his right foot. His left foot comes to the jester’s chest, pushing him threateningly as if he were thinking about pushing Shaco over onto his back.

“Oh, that’s fine. I enjoy watching you squirm as well.” Draven crouches down suddenly, hands coming to tightly grasp the jaw just past Shaco’s mack. “Or I could rip your fucking tongue out and give you a real reason to not follow my orders.” His nose scrunches up tightly bunching together the skin of his face as his mouth twists upwards in a sadistic smirk.

“Glad you reminded me to remove this ugly mask.”

"Untie me right now!"

Bondage Starters

He laughs and covers his mouth as he looks down at his latest victim. Hardly a true victim, but he would have to do. The jester just looked so nice with rope crossing over his chest in diamonds.

“But if I did that then I wouldn’t get to hear you scream my name and where’s the fun in that?“

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*slaps hands against face* so I guess like this or re-reblog our threads if you still wanna do them or if you can even find them. I’ll hunt down some people personally but I can’t hunt down through damn near 100 new likes and follows.

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I’ve been dead

can’t promise anything