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alright little update!
I'm not dropping out of school and my anxiety is getting better. Everything revolving me is going great but my parents want to split up and I don't know if I'm gonna be able to (healthily) live like that.
But I'm gonna be active again since now that I'm attending school my schedule is normal and I have free time after school
Lot of stuff has been going on IRL and I'm extremely stressed out about it. Not that I'm particularly active on this blog (or any for that matter) but I still want to let people know what's going on in case I disappear for a few days.
I'm in the process of dropping out of highschool for the year due to stress with my family regarding a family member being diagnosed with stage 4 cancer, as well as financial issues. There's bits and pieces of drama between my parents that have been putting a lot of stress on the both of them, so my mother isn't exactly doing too well.
As for myself I've been struggling with anxiety and depression, and haven't been taking my meds due to lackluster sleeping schedule and everything going on, I haven't been able to maintain a proper routine.
There's a lot of other things going on but these are the major issues for myself and my family at the moment which may or may not affect my activity.
To people who are worried about me dropping out, it's only until around September, where I'll begin online classes. 2020 is a tough year so far.
“Enlighten yourself.” He shook his head letting out a small scoff. To think they were taking his words so seriously. “I was merely teasing you. Nothing but words to enrage you.”
Though, judging by the shift of their movements, he would say he had earned some reaction out of them.
He wasn’t going to mention some of the words he had overheard from his followers.
“Regardless, if you are not here to end me, then I much ask you to get out of my way. I have business in these ruins.”
"Whenever am I not trying to end you? I may not be on the offense before you now, but that does not mean I plan to let you through."
He says that as if he's going to stop the prophet, yet it's rather obvious all he can hope to do is prove as a distraction.
"What business have you here anyway, Malzahar."
It's worth a shot to ask him directly, rather than watching and waiting.
character sheet
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Tagged by: @the-voids-grasp Tagging: @voidwhispxrs, @void-redeemed, @zerctime and you.
FULL NAME. Unknown, even to him. NICKNAME. Kassadin, Kass & Kassie (do not call him the last one) GENDER. Male HEIGHT. 5′8″ AGE. ~50. He’s stopped counting years, in favor of counting dead voidlings. ZODIAC. Capricorn SPOKEN LANGUAGES. Shuriman, Vanoxian, very little Ionian and enough of the common tongue in Piltover and Zaun to carry on a decent conversation.
HAIR COLOR. Black. EYE COLOR. A rich dark brown, but literally also just brown. Post void, they’ve taken on an unhealthy yellow color, the iris glows orange and the pupil is a glowing gold. If it were possible for him to stop them from glowing, the iris would be a very mucky color of brown and yellow. SKIN TONE. Periwinkle. Not blue, not purple, periwinkle. Light beige with warm undertones (pre-void) BODY TYPE. Meso-endomorph, inverted triangle. Unrelated, but has lumbar lordosis. VOICE. Deep chest voice, always spoken loud and clear (despite what the voice filters would have you believe). Has a slight accent. (Afrikaans) DOMINANT HAND. Born right handed, but ambidextrous. (Left is spell-casting hand) POSTURE. Chest out, ass out. Lordosis gang. SCARS. No, but my thirsty ass sure wishes he had some. Injure my boy, cowards TATTOOS. Has considered having tattoos but won’t. BIRTHMARKS. Mole on right shoulder blade. MOST NOTICEABLE FEATURE(S). Skin, eyes and abs.
PLACE OF BIRTH. Shurima
HOMETOWN. probably bel’zhun or marrowmark Formerly resided south of Zirima in the mountains
SIBLINGS. None
PARENTS. Raised by the desert herself. Both likely deceased.
OCCUPATION. Local florida man Vigilante
CURRENT RESIDENCE. the sand. Has a very roughly made shack somewhere in the mountains to rest at if there’s nowhere else. Otherwise, any inn that will have him.
CLOSE FRIENDS. He has no friends, in any AU.
RELATIONSHIP STATUS. Widower.
FINANCIAL STATUS. Yes, but also no. Very rarely trades and sells goods he acquires from tombs when needed to pay for gear repair. Can acquire securi and cogs rather easily, yet carries a small amount on hand.
DRIVER’S LICENSE. In Shurima, we fly. If I ever do decide to do a modern verse, definitely. Likely road rages in Afrikaans.
CRIMINAL RECORD. Stealing, tomb raiding, multiple accounts of trespassing, ‘murder’ if you count killing bandits. Very few of these are documented.
VICES. Probably holding onto the Void Stone even though it could very well be killing him.
SEXUAL ORIENTATION. Questioning. (I ship with everyone.)
PREFERRED EMOTIONAL ROLE. submissive | dominant | switch
PREFERRED SEXUAL ROLE. submissive | dominant | switch
LIBIDO. Low, and represses it hard.
TURN ON’S. Genuine love, handholding, honestly anything if you can catch him drunk, soft curves 100%, sadism directed @ the prophet who will not be named
TURN OFF’S. Bottoming (very situational), majority of BDSM if it’s with someone he cares for (he’ll still do it with them but it ain’t nice for him :( ), most out there fetishes
LOVE LANGUAGE. Gifts, physical touch, quality time
RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES. Always. Giving. Gifts. Always well thought out too, personalized for both him and his partner. Never uses pet names due to belief in names carrying significance, always looking his partner in the eyes when talking. If it’s with a certain person he doesn’t like so much romantically, said gifts are usually delivered on a silver platter known as justice, and the name spoken with a mix of hate and desire.
CHARACTER’S THEME SONG. adhauwdhi i suck at music and riot hates him
HOBBIES TO PASS TIME. Fighting the void, reading (about fighting the void), people watching and mourning (about fighting the void)
LEFT OR RIGHT BRAINED. Left
PHOBIAS. Forming attachments to people, forgetting his family, seeing the Void take the last thing he has (Shurima itself)
SELF CONFIDENCE LEVEL. Low. Boy’s got mad depression from losing everything, not being able to save them/not having been there, his efforts versus the void being fruitless not to mention having nothing to live for.
VULNERABILITIES. He desperately needs someone or something to live for to keep him healthy otherwise he will die and kill himself fighting the void. Despite his lack of self confidence he’s still stubborn as hell hence why he plans on going down fighting rather than just suicide. His stubbornness leads him into doing stupid things sometimes, and he will not back down from a fight. That doesn’t mean he’ll leap for someone’s throat the moment he gets, but he’ll stand his ground and is very easy to play into doing something foolish, unfortunately.
"You are a terrible dad and I will date Sylas no matter what!"
"You absolutely will NOT date that man! You can play down in the tunnels with the voidlings and that is it. No buts.”
kassadin would play minecraft, specifically for thaumcraft.
it does not help that i am obsessing over the eldritch research stuff, and am slowly building hcs for harbinger kassie as i play-
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Malzahar let out a small scoff in return, shaking his head and giving off a half-hearted shrug before glancing at them once more.
“Oh, I am not so sure about that. I would assume you would enjoy it as much as I would. Do you wish to put it to the test? Would you even want to get so close to me? Kassy?” Emphasis was put on the nickname, as they were words filled with venom. Obviously aimed to trigger the other.
“I believe you already know the answer to those questions, Malzahar.” He glared at him, fist tightening ever so slightly, turning his knuckles an even paler blue. “How desperately I would love to thrust my blade into you, yet I am no fool. Your end will come, of that I am certain.”
Still, Kassadin could not help dragging his fingers across the gauntlet he had bound the Netherblade to. Malzahar presenting himself and taunting him made it so tempting to attack then and there, but he knew the ways of the twisted man before him. For now, he prayed his patience would outweigh that of his stubbornness and ego.
“I do believe it is much more satisfying to hear those words come out of your mouth, just for confirmation.” The Prophet paused, unable to hold back a small snort from escaping. “Thrust into me you say? Do be careful, someone may get the wrong implication.”
Despite the teasing, he was well aware of what the Void Walker could do within such close proximity. Hence he had taken many precautions. Although not noticeable, his void shift was currently active. He also had access to rifts, ready yo summon hordes of voidlings if need be. Though, judging by their hesitation, he doubted he would have to pull such a move.
“You know that is not what I meant.” His words were spoken quickly, and he seemed to snap the words out. “Under no circumstance would I even think of engaging in such activities with you.”
Though, he does seem to pause, thinking over a few things. He forced himself to calm down, having gotten a little too defensive to speak again.
“And might I add, neither should anyone else.”
Should, as there are certaily some... Void fanatics...
“The poison beneath Shurima must be cleansed.”
"The enemy of my enemy is my friend, or so they say. Does that extend to if said ‘friend’ is a baccai whose legacy is betrayal? I care not, so long as we unite against this threat.”
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Malzahar let out a small scoff in return, shaking his head and giving off a half-hearted shrug before glancing at them once more.
“Oh, I am not so sure about that. I would assume you would enjoy it as much as I would. Do you wish to put it to the test? Would you even want to get so close to me? Kassy?” Emphasis was put on the nickname, as they were words filled with venom. Obviously aimed to trigger the other.
“I believe you already know the answer to those questions, Malzahar.” He glared at him, fist tightening ever so slightly, turning his knuckles an even paler blue. “How desperately I would love to thrust my blade into you, yet I am no fool. Your end will come, of that I am certain.”
Still, Kassadin could not help dragging his fingers across the gauntlet he had bound the Netherblade to. Malzahar presenting himself and taunting him made it so tempting to attack then and there, but he knew the ways of the twisted man before him. For now, he prayed his patience would outweigh that of his stubbornness and ego.
"The poison beneath Shurima must be cleansed."
“Kai’Sa... My daughter. In so many ways, you are like your mother. Strong, when I am not. I am unbelievably proud of you, binsikhi.”
"Come on, Kassy. Let us put aside our differences, come to a truce. Hug it out, as the mortals would say." /the-voids-grasp
Kassadin glares at the prophet before him, very unamused especially with the nickname.
“Even if I were to agree, a Netherblade wedged in between us would be rather uncomfortable, would it not, prophet?”
"The poison beneath Shurima must be cleansed. Some..."
“A dark magic radiates from you. What purpose do you have here, creature?”
What a lovely chaos this voidling invasion was. In the sea of purple, Vayne found herself dancing in the rhythm of the hunt, enjoying herself with every bug she would squash. She wasn't alone however. She noticed another in the distance just as busy perhaps. She doesn't care much to really think about it. There was fun to devour first.
Kassadin hadn’t noticed the woman initially either. Certainly less gracefully than the Night Hunter a distance away, he carved through the flowing river of Voidspawn, slicing with the glowing Netherblade upon his wrist. It was likely he would not have noticed her at all, had it not been for the dark strands of hair moving separate from the Void’s hive-like mind.
After expelling the excess magic he had two slow the upcoming wave towards him, he paused to watch her. There was nothing about the woman that was familiar to him. Paler skin lowered the possibilities of a fellow Shuriman, yet before the Void he was rather light himself. The colors of her clothing were... Certainly something. Perhaps Noxus? Though rather unlikely as well.
With two sharp movements, he cleaved through the Voidlings that neared him, before lifting himself off of the ground to move closer to aid the woman, even if she seemed capable herself.
“The poison beneath Shurima must be cleansed.”
“Seuntjie. Exactly as I feared yet... Worse. It would seem my worries have me ill-prepared for this moment, and for this pain in my heart.”
“The poison beneath Shurima must be cleansed....or so you'd hope." (/the-voids-grasp
"bitch-”
The poison beneath Shurima must be cleansed.
“Indeed it must.”
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