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u kno what m gonan get to replies soon but seeing this happen i wanna . . get curious so this is a SHIP CALL POST! 

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Uses the sun disk to get a tan when he's not looking.

and the gift of gods just keeps giving 

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Neeko attac!

hold the phone im boutta clap this child out of reality itself 

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honestly all of those responses are valid m just a big baby u see

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imma keep it real with u my dash is a desert dust bowl where the writers AT

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HOLY WATER CANNOT HELP YOU NOW.            a thousand armies couldn’t keep me out.   i don’t want your money, i don’t want your crown.   see, i’ve come to burn your kingdoms DOWN.          (   penned by kari, est. aug 2015.   )         art cred.

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such is the audacity of a foreigner, of a being not native toe the enriched and ancient knowledge, mythos of shurima’s truth. this is what he believes, what he knows and sees in this mere other, his ego blinding him in a fit of annoyance. a sense to put down this other, an instinct to claim their life, to spill such fowl blood upon royal sands. such a disgrace, such disrespect, for a being that is considered that of a pseudo-god. he would snicker, he would laugh in her direction, eager to get a grand hold of their emotions and render them fearful of his commands, but he is too deep into his thoughts now. his soldiers stand still, firm, yet their faceless bodies keep their tips pointed at her heart. 

such initiative of this lady troubles him, for in his silence, he ponders. there is a sense of hidden motives behind this woman’s tongue, her words surely deadlier than her intentions. he can do nothing but keep his back to the mental wall of his mind, suspicious of her own action. yet in this curiosity, this paranoia, anger still spurs from the emperor. eyes pierced, his voice raises to meet her bickering, “ such talent, such audacity, that a fool such as yourself has. TELL ME, my dearest, WHAT DO YOU EXPECT TO MAKE OF A SHARP TONGUE AND ILL THOUGHTS ? “ 

"you've returned to rule. but there is nothing left to call a kingdom."

my, a blow to an ego that is titanic as the castles of noxus. why, honestly, so abrupt too. no sense of hesitation, no further thought of the consequences of such heinous behavior. he would scoff, to look upon them with the eyes of a holy judgement, but he knows better than that. a person of ideas of such, of rebellion, know only when to stop when they are forced to stop. exasperated, their breath stolen away while muscles give out upon the ground beneath them, is the price of insurgency. a gaze looks upon this other, minding not of their beauty, their tone or stance. with a frozen, chilly gaze, he snaps his fingers and a fine number of men arise from the sands, their choice weapon held at their hip, blades dripping with the golden sands.

“ shurima is eternal, INVINCIBLE and will not die today. the same can not be said for you. “ 

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❛ You may survive us yet. ❜ (// Hello!)

words of caution, of hesitation. there is a sense of holding back that this otherworldly being, this demon of the past, of ancient shuriman evils that he holds. it is something to look past, to see not of it as anything of a fragile, unintelligent animal. it is a beast, and one with hellish powers, a foot dipped into shadow magic whilst its origin smells, REEK, of shuriman darkness. there is no radiance, no sunlight of purity that dares hit the crimson skin of his, oh no. it is vile, wretched, and no better than the depths of the treacherous void. 

the avian looks to thee, rhaast of dark times past, and hesitates not in his own defense. there is a sense of nervousness, of sweat, knowing that even in the presence of his royal guards, bearing golden shield and spear by their side, perhaps such might not be enough. he hesitates in thought, in initiative, wondering if there is anything that could expel this foul being away from his lands. perhaps the sun disc? perhaps through the sheer force of intimidation, of a king’s roar echoing throughout the halls of his beloved palace. he waits though, unwavering, with a cold gaze upon the darkin. keeping silent, he waits for this being’s sin.

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❛ Power is a curious thing. ❜

power is blood. it revels in it, flows through it, and is found by the spilling of it. power is undeniable, a natural calling that only the worthy, or the treacherous, can find themselves to hold. such a concept is never foreign to the emperor. once lost, he finds it surging through his skin, his mind practically purged by the returning responsibilities that arrive with it’s touch. he looks upon thee, this returning stranger, so persistent, so curious of his mind and words, to which his only feelings that he feels is that of glee and pride. 

eyes pierce the gentle ones of the other, a sense of admiration for their presence coming to him, a pleasantry it is to hear the other speak and acknowledge of his own rule. he bends down to meet upon the same level with this other one, his eyes keeping still upon the woman’s face as he means to show her respect. with an emperor bowing to thee, talons laced in ancient gold opening, widening and showing his palm to her own delicate digits, he allows his voice to arise and break the momentarily silence, a need to show that he thought highly of her words. “ a curious thing yes , a sense of strength that can drive those unworthy into ruination , “ his voice is not bellowing, echoing orders. rather it is warm, slow, and able to be interrupted if given the audacity, “ do you request of such, HM ? “ 

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stabs u my rules are updated btw 

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FUCK

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i just got flagged for my last two posts holy shit my man im a fuckin BIRD

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"Ah! Neeko loves birds!" Transforms into Azir. "So shiny! Ka-koo!"

“ the life of an emperor is tough, unrelenting, and above all else, stressing on the mind. perhaps you can take the reigns for . . another century or two ? “ 

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❛ Look at me and tell me what you see. ❜

he, emperor of the sands, ruler of the desert and king of a lost royalty, looks upon this other demon. she, in beauty, is priceless; a gift of the divine and a power in sheer looks, not to even mention that in which she holds by her touch. such a woman, such a foul beast in the form of a goddess, is a treachery that men and women would fall to and for. not even he willingly knows of his thoughts of this other.

“ i see a darling, clad in the finest of golds and blacks. a woman to be fought after, to start wars and conquests in efforts to earn even her look. that is strength, the power that i see when i look to you, demon. “ 

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💚 - Let's talk politics sometime.

SHIPPING CALL - FRIENDSHIP

politics, the tricky subject of the world. a power written in words and weapons, able to mark conquest across lands and scorn gods from their slumber. it’s a concept that is wild, unrelenting, yet all so pleasantly structured and unified under  the concepts of responsibility and greed. he acknowledges this, revels in it, and minds not of such a possible, chaotic force. looking to this other, this mage of some other, foreign land, and her delicate bronze skin that shines as bright as the sand. admiration, a call of beauty, he did not expect to feel from such a foreigner, yet he does not complain. why, he opens his vocals, his words slipping from between his beak and presents with elegance words of truth. 

“ sometimes, i believe even an emperor needs guidance. your mind and words will ALWAYS be taken into consideration. “ 

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Shipping Call - Send me one if you want to plot one or more of these

💚 - friendship 💙 - kinship ( blood or symbolic familial bond ) 💔 - past relationship 💜 - hateship ( they hate each other but can’t stay away ) 💛 - hateship ( enemies ) 💟 - friends with benefits ❤ - romantic relationship

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——–so are we sick of fox spirits yet ? it’s classic junie , doing the classic junie thing . i’ve made a new mistake blog , and this time it’s for everyone’s favorite charmer . i’m here now with AHRI from online video game LEAGUE OF LEGENDS , based off of my own country’s lore of the gumiho !! hit me with a good ol’ like or reblog if you want to interact (or just promo me heh) !! 무엇을 보든 좋아할 거야 ♡