❝ must be exhausting to lose your own game. selfishly hated, no wonder you’re jaded. you can’t play the victim this time. sober up dollie.an exploration of :            ༻ THE MAGESTIC NIKKI28. he/him. selective. aromantic.

PLEASE READ .ᐟThis account is listed under the tag of DEAD DOVE. This account will include heavily triggering themes and topics.   Mentions of Sexual Assault (Rape,  Sodomy),   Homophobia,  Domestic Violence,  Cannibalism,   Self Harm,   etc.   This muse will not interact if you are solely lewd.   Approach freely otherwise.   If that is something you personally cannot handle or do not wish to see,   please leave away from this account now.  Do not interact with this account if you are a minor.  Please respect my peace as well as your own.   It is NOT minor friendly.   Continuing with this statement,   do not follow me if you do not have your age listed on your account.  I am going to assume you are not above the age of 21 and will soft block you.All plots are welcomed except for PEDOPHILIA and ZOOPHILIA/BEASTIALITY. Those are extreme NO NOS for this writer.  In any sort of attempt to write or plot such,  you will be hard blocked.   I will be protecting my peace at any costs.   Please be mindful of that.  — Communication is extremely important to me.   This is including: your triggers or extreme nos,   negotiating ideas and plots,   expressing any and all concerns with the storylines and presumed characters.  If we are currently in the midst of a plot (whether that be on the timeline or in private conversations) and I have not responded within a few days,   feel free to send a reminder message and I will get back with you! Spamming will earn you a hard block.   Thank you.

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GENERAL .ᐟ
•   name   :   lawliet han.
•   alias   :   ry / ryu.
•   age   :   328.
•   gender   :   intersex.
•   pronouns   :   he/him.
•   species   :   elf.
•   occupation   :   king — luminary.
•   origin   :   germanic folklore.
•   status   :   alive.
PHYSICAL .ᐟ
•   eyes   :   honey.
•   hair   :    platinum.
•   height   :   4’11.
•   scars   :   palms, wrists, entire back.
•   prominent features   :   pointed ears, extended claws and fangs.
•   build   :   lean.
MENTAL .ᐟ
•   alignment   :   chaotic neutral.

BACKGROUND .ᐟ
•   birthplace   :  odaesun in est gangwon province, sk.
•   current residence   :   seonghwanglim in seongnam-ri, wonseong, sk.
•   nuclear family   :   n/a, unknown/deceased.
•   extended family   :   n/a, unknown/deceased.
•   in-laws   :   n/a, unknown/deceased.
•   pets   :   ball python - ichabod.
•   significant other   :   n/a, deceased.
•   children   :   none.
      ABILITIES .ᐟ
•   speed
•   limited shape shifting
•   power of physical possession
•   specialising in   :  potions, spells, weaponry, healing mortal and non mortal wounds and hunting
      WEAKNESSES .ᐟ
•   blooming gardens
•   libraries
•   sweetened treats
•   physical violence
•   deities of any range
      HABITS .ᐟ
•   sewing flowers into his hands
•   attaching his body to limbs of larger creatures
•   gnawing at the skin around his fingertips
•   fidgeting with his rings and/or other pieces of jewellery when anxious or overwhelmed
•   putting all needs and desires of everyone else before his own


Once upon a time...He is currently the only thriving creature in his bloodline.  Purest and heir to the throne.  Born in the depths of the Southern Han forest.   SEONGHWANGLIM Bound by the forces of ARDA.  Repenting and extending his life to the fullest.  Fully perceived by the age of 100.  Intoxicating scents of apricots,  honeysuckle and black orchid.  Sprouted and grown with loving affections from his late mother,   father and twin brother.Willing to help others MORTAL and NON MORTAL.   Succeeding in tasks and responsibilities.  Healing life forces whom have suffered extreme physical damage.   A profound collector without notice.   A quick learner.  Proficient in studying and observing mortal behaviours and ideologies.

Becoming well involved in unnatural laws and relationships of life. Accepting all that is from nature itself. Every peculiar creature to its original design and conception. Born lover of the GODS essences. Constructing gardens and obtaining traded goods between both the NORTHERN and SOUTHERN regions of the SEONGHWANGLIM forest.

big brother,‟FORGIVE HIM FATHER.   FOR YOUR MERCY ENDURES FOREVER.  DETESTING OF ALL HIS SINS.   HAVING OFFENDED YOU HIS GOD.   HE WHO IS DESERVING OF ALL HIS LOVE.   FIRMLY RESOLVED BY THE HELP OF YOUR GRACE.  AVOIDING OCCASIONS OF ALL SIN.   AMEN.”that familiar prayer.  sung by poisonous petals.  would there be an absolute forgiveness for a mere drop of raging insanity.ᐣ whose destructive mind is tortured,  devoured and abused by the BATIBAT DAEMONES .ᐣ he succumbs to that pleasure.

‟FAIREST..  BIG BROTHER.  FOR I HAVE LOVED YOU SINCE BIRTH.  INSEPARABLE I WOULD HAVE BEEN ACKNOWLEDGED BY.   EVERY SCAR LEFT UPON ME FROM YOU WILL NEVER FILL WITH HATRED.   MY LOVE EXPANDS.  YOU’VE HAUNTED MY SLEEP.  PAINFUL IMAGES OF YOUR LOVE ARE BEGINNING TO VANISH FROM ME.  YET..  I HAVE BEEN THE ONE WHO HAS TAKEN YOUR LIFE.— .. NOW THERE IS NO CHANCE FOR REPENTING.  FOR ANOTHER CENTURY'S WORTH FOR GROWING.   FOR YOU TO BE SAVED AND REBORN INTO ANOTHER.  YOU WILL NEVER REMEMBER THE EXISTENCE OF I.  MOTHER WILL NEVER KNOW OF HER SON AND JUST WHO HE BECAME.  FORGIVENESS IS NOT GRANTED.   I MISS YOU ALL MY CENTURIES TO COME.   THAT HAS LONG GONE AND LEFT ME.YOU LEFT ME AND I DARE NOT TO BLAME YOU.  I MISS YOU.   I LAY A PROMISE ON MY HAND.   IN TIME WHEN I AM SLAIN,  I WILL VISIT FATHER.   I WILL TELL HIM OF YOUR EXISTENCE.  REMIND HIM OF YOUR ADVENTURES AND JUST HOW YOU HAVE BECOME A WONDROUS KING TO OUR TRIBES.   I SIMPLY FOLLOWED YOUR LEAD.  YOUR PRESENCE STILL LINGERS.   YOUR SPIRIT IS STILL ROAMING THIS EARTH.  I PUSH YOU TO BE FREE.   JUST BEFORE YOU’RE RUINED.   I NEVER UNDERSTOOD YOU.  I REGRET LETTING MYSELF GROW DISTANT.  I FEEL YOU WITH ME. MY ACTIONS WILL LEAD ME TO SUFFERING.   NOTHING WILL EVER COMPARE TO THIS EMPTIED FEELING INSIDE OF ME.  I BURY THIS DAGGER AS YOUR REMAINS SEEP INTO THIS SOILED CORE.  REST NOW.   NEVER TO BE FORGOTTEN.  I LOVE YOU,   LELO.”the numbness in its whole.  leaving his slumber to be disturbed.   his heart plays a horrible melody of rage and fear of abandonment.   rotten kinship.  he whom he needed the most.  bloodied palms curling about a fair wrist.  frozen to touch.  billow of iridescent fluid caressing the surface of his apple cheeks.



dracula,“a new day has crawled into existence without the mere comfort of your presence.  hours are stretching endlessly,  each one more unbearable than the last.  i wander about these halls as some lonesome spectre,  tracing each shadow you once occupied.  with every passing sunrise,  your scent is growing fainter.  the initial impression lingers ever so slightly.  staining every wall,  piece of furniture,  and sheets you once touched.  it terrifies me.  i fear i am losing myself.these thoughts of mine have become tangled and feverish,  spiralling into the darker corners of my mind with every moment you remain absent.  the silence is deafening.  it consumes me entirely.  gnawing at my delicate bones and burrowing away beneath my flesh.  i am decomposing freely in the coffin of your absence,  rotting ever so beautifully beneath the weight of longing.  for every threatening creak of this castle,  my heart is leaping into the confinements of my very throat.and so.ᐣ i wait.  like some pathetic creature that had been abandoned at the doorstep,  i wait for the sounds of your footsteps.  i wait for the sound of your voice to shatter this suffocating stillness.  i wait for the coolness that only you can conjure.   i have done everything as you wished of me.  i have protected this land as faithfully as any appearing knight.  i have guarded every stone of this castle that renders sacred.  not a single corner has been neglected beneath my watch.  for i have become precisely as i imagined you desired.   your devoting keeper,  your companion of obedience,  your perfect little housewife.the gardens remain untouched.  the passing halls of every corridor remain pristine.  the throne remains waiting for its true and rightful owner.  everything remains waiting for you.  there are questions haunting me during these sleepless hours.  may i speak them aloud .ᐣ would you ever permit such a thing .ᐣ or..  have i overstepped by allowing them to exist in my head .ᐣ i can only wonder if this distance between us is your own form of punishment.  i wonder if you’ve left me here so deliberately..  to choke upon my own sense of grief until i have learned a mere lesson that i cannot yet understand.  have i disappointed you .ᐣ have i failed you in such ways too numerous to keep count .ᐣ are there any flaws built within me that i have overlooked .ᐣ tell me what i should do.  tell me how i am able to please you again.  tell me how i should mend these wounds you’ve bestowed upon my heart so willingly.  for i would do so without hesitation.  i have always accepted you.  every cruel word.  every glance full of utter disdain.  every form of degradation.  none of which has ever driven me away.  how could it .ᐣyou are not a monster,  despite what vile creatures whisper when your name drips from their trembling lips.  they are not understanding of your nature as i am.  they have never witnessed your beauty hidden beneath such brutality.  they cannot see the elegance within your savagery.   in ways that i struggle to delineate how your beastly manner attracts me.  as maggots slivering inside a rotting corpse.  as moths hurling themselves into inferno flames.  as fatigued prey wandering in the inevitable jaws of an awaiting predator.   you consume every corner of my mind.  thinking of you when i wake.  thinking of you when i am fallen into slumber.  each given moment in between,  i consume you in thought.  this obsession of mine has now rooted itself so profoundly.. that i can no longer detect where you have ended and i have begun.passing moons;  i discover no regret in stumbling upon your land.  perhaps it was fate written by the deities themselves.  perhaps it was a dreaded curse plagued onto our timeline.  dare i question if it were not both .ᐣ whatever existing force that has guided me toward you,  i am in a perpetual state of gratitude.  you have discovered me when i was merely more than ash and utter exhaustion.  you have gathered every shattered piece and granted them purpose.  you have bewitched me so completely that i refuse freedom from your influence.  to remain trapped within the spell you’ve cast upon me rather than returning to the hollow existence i once possessed priorly.   i have grown to resent the sun when its relentless warmth casts upon my flesh.  the sacred light becomes foreign.  its desirable heat feeling disturbingly offensive.  i crave only the coldness of you.  missing your dead fingertips grazing my flesh.  the scrape of your razor sharp talons.  chills that follows your embrace..  settling beneath the caving of my ribs.  goosebumps that rise..  reminding my body of you.  shivers that feel like a memory.  breathing that becomes inadequate without your scent engulfing my lungs.   constantly,  my heart betrays me.  it becomes desperate..  eager to seek you itself.  pounding madly against my chest once it recognises the mention of your name.  the sense of meaning i have begun to feel at the thought of you.  a serenity that should not thrive in the dark.  yet it does.  i flourish inevitably.  speak to me,  beloved.    is it wrong .ᐣ is it wrong to find comfort within what should terrify me .ᐣto explain the depths of what i feel,  my tongue falters.  language itself appears inadequate.  my words alone are fragile and insignificant against the enormity of my devotion.  sentences cannot contain them.  poetry cannot express it.  prayers cannot rival it.  seemingly innocent at start.  my affections have grown dangerously.  more consuming.  more permanent.  i am not begging for your return to me.  i ache longingly for it.  screaming into the privacy of my mind.  i am hopeless.  irrevocably bound to you.  not by chains or magic.  by my own choice.  the paths that lead to you,  i walk.  thoughts only return to you.  come home to me,  darling.  this castle that mourns your absence alongside me..  you must return.  halls echoing your name.  you must return.  the one that remained where you had left them.  you must return.  i am waiting.  patiently.  endlessly.  faithfully.  i always will”