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yasuo.     ///     windwandered.

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“Nope. Stop. Turn around. Take a few steps. Then a few more. Y’know, might as well just keep walkin’ for a thousand paces.” He’s talking as though he’s giving orders to the jovial birdman, wondering if Rakan will actually fall for it.

“You’re not invited to drinking night, tonight. I can’t just bring a plus one, and we know how you get when you get even a taste of alcohol.” Yasuo shudders at the incident. Rakan had made a fool of himself, and embarrassed Yasuo last time, and the wanderer wasn’t about to let that happen again, even if Rakan begged and pleaded.

              &    he doesn't.     is it out of defiance   ?     one could call it that.     orders aren't anything new,     they'd always been given to him    &    in the right context,     he'd probably listen     (   admittedly,     those orders may be forsaken for something grander to him   ).     here   ?     why listen when the promise of alcohol urges his desire forward.

              ❛     aw,     come on,     yas   !     ❜     nickname usage,     as if they were close,     as if they held a bond that could not be cut even by the most sharp blade.     have they indulged in conversations of the heart   ?     seen each other past the exterior they present   ?     hell no.     friends could not even be the most accurate description for them.     drinking buddies   ?     what were they   ?     ❛     old buddy,     old pal,     i promise that this time it's going to be different.     you can trust me,     right   ?     ❜     recited line,     delivered yet again for the umpth time.     some things never change.

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so which one of y’alls muses is a corrupted star guardian..............anyone?

???     ///     voracites.

In   the   past   she’d   heard   similar   questions   from   others   dressed   in   black      &      red,   but   when   they   came   from   an   equal   the   sparkle   of   surprise   she   thought   dead   shimmered   anew   within   jade   optics.   An   equal   asking   about   the   decision   she’d   taken   always   sounded   like   judgement   rather   than   curiosity     (      perhaps   because   part   of   her   understood   the   implicit   treason      ),      &      although   sinking   claws   into   golden   feathers   was   a   quick   solution   to   the   discomfort   he’d   awaken   the   woman   never   abandoned   her   lax   stance.   With   dropped   shoulders      &      arms   folder   underneath   her   bosom   the   growing   tension   was   only   visible   in   contrasted   pupils,   perhaps   in   the   uneasy   flick   of   pointy   appendages   attached   to   crimson   crown   as   well   if   one   put   enough   attention.      ❝      You   are   quite   a   curious   bird,   aren’t   you      ?      Better   be   careful   with   that   tongue,   you   never   know   who   is   eager   to   get   a   new   one.      ❞ The   corners   of   scarlet-coated   lips   rose   for   a   cynical   smile   to   appear,      &      with   a   low   chortle   the   subject   was   avoided   for   as   long   as   she   refused   to   provide   an   answer.   She   couldn’t   stop   others   from   speaking   their   mind   just   like   they   couldn’t   force   a   tease   to   become   an   honest   reveal,   as   the   vastaya   enjoyed   it   like   a   domestic   feline   about   to   get   away   with   its   own   game   before   deciding   to   please   the   flashing   creature.      ❝      Not   a   spell   nor   coercion      ;      it’s   just   my   desire.      ———   What   I   crave   for   is   bonded   to   humans      &      through   false   obedience   they   loose   their   grip,   you   should   try   my   methods   sometime.      ❞      Guiding   one   clawed   digit   toward   his   chin   the   kiilash   found   a   moment   to   hold   his   face   in   place,   sharp   keratin   lightly   pressed   against   soft   flesh.   Katarina   didn’t   aim   to   hurt   his   skin   but   the   circling   motion   wasn’t   fondly   received   when   she   was   the   person   being   inspected,   so   better   was   to   encourage   his   steps   to   halt   if   he   hadn’t   decided   to   stop   already.      ❝      But   let’s   talk   about   you   instead.   The   capital   is   bare   meters   away      &      you   keep   wandering   like   nothing,   is   there   anything   in   particular   you’re   looking   for      ?      ❞

              inquisitive mind is rewarded with the curiosity of another,     hoping to bask in the light of rakan's own secrets,     his reason for being so near the capital.     what truth could he offer,     now matter how faux it may sound   ?     his curiosity got the best of him,     causing him to gravitate towards subservient kiilash     (   no,     she just mentioned her obedience wasn't genuine in any way.     a sly one she is,     if he's honest   ).     albeit he could conjure up a lie from his gut,     he wasn't granted much liberty,     what with her hands being in current possession of his face.     one wrong move    &    he may,     truly,     experience her true wrath.     murderous.     domineering.     death's hand is hers to command.     he's intrigued,     notwithstanding the fact his tracks were put to a halt.

              ❛     no special reason.     ❜     there,      a glib remark in his attempt to fool her.     cunning can rakan be,     knowing full well that it took to survive even the harshest human,     the deadliest beings of life.     naturally,     his object of perfect synergy     (   the one whose love captivated him,     whose feathers as sharp as her silver tongue   )     was missing,     so any attempt at combat could prove far too risky.     ❛     just thought i could help a lost kitty was all.     ❜     condescending comes his remark,     chuckle emitting from his throat.     his statement was the exact opposite of being careful,     who is he to deny a moment of fun,     a moment of that carefree nature he's come to oh,     so love.     he won't die.     not when he's got a cause to see to fruition alongside her.     ❛     you don't need my help,     from the looks of it.     ❜     there's truth to his words now,     head tilting to the side slightly,     curve of his lips raising to form that smug grin.

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              ❛     you'll get your chance to shine when i'm gone or something,     old man.     'course,     i'll still be the sexiest thing your city's seen.     ❜

i threw the idea to @ettards​ and so i gotta say it here

even though summoner’s rift isn’t canon, rakan is definitely the type of person who, if he’s teamed up w/ someone he’s had a night with before, he’s Likely to gank that person. only to then go into a bush w/ them and ask them if they’re up for a quickie. he also puts a control ward down just to spot any enemy wards in said bush, take them down, pretend he recalled w/ the laner n then like.......either blows them or eats them out 😗 LHGDJLDFJ

Xayah & Rakan by 뱁세오(Bebseo)

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🌹 Is your muse more interested in love or lust?

thiiis is a tricky one, if i’m honest with you. we know very well that rakan is into love – he demonstrates this through his love for xayah, where he willingly travels with her, protects her, cares for her enough to state that “I can feel her worry. She’s smarter than me about so many things, but foolish about love sometimes.” he’s experienced with love. he loves her enough to even state “I will tickle her later. We will laugh and drink. She will plan and I will sing. I feel her cheek on my chest. I’m glad that Xayah needs me now.” rakan loves xayah. he’s the light that will shine through that storm in her heart, clearing those skies for her to smile again. with this established, we know rakan feels strongly about love & his love for another. in that case, why would i be struggling to choose one or the other? well, lust is there more covertly, conceptualized in rakan’s character through bits & pieces of disloyalty. there’s hints through in-game voice lines that he can be a little…ready to have fun outside of love. that might make me think that he does put some semblance of importance to lust. lust is more about a quest for sexual pleasure, be it brief or long-term. whereas love is more so falling for someone, the components of lust becoming a secondary interest here, whilst the first interest is keeping that person safe, happy, & overall just enjoy any moment with that person. be it when they’re in peril or just relaxing, lazing around, watching the clouds up above. anyway i rambled a lot sorry LFJHLDFHJF       ///       @cnpluria

???     ///     crawsus.

❛     i’d  really  rather  not  fight,     if  you  don’t  mind.     i  come  in  peace,     as  they  so  often  say.     i’m  rather  weak  too  you  know,     so  it  wouldn’t  be  much  of  a  fight  and  more  of  a  waste  of  time.     ❜     a  hand  is  thrown  up  in  defense.

in  his  mind  the  demon  stirs,     a  mental  effort  is  taken  to  sooth  the  voice.     hand  grips  his  cane  tightly,     placing  pressure  against  the  stick.     to  an  outsider  it  appears  as  if  it  were  a  normal  cane,     but  to  him  it  throbs  and  it  aches  and  it  wishes  for  more  and  more  bloodshed.     but  who  ever  heard  of  a  darkin  cane?     ❛    if  you’d  like  i  can  read  you  some  poetry  instead?    ❜     lips  upturn  into  a  lopsided  smirk,     clearly  something  was  up  his  sleeve,     but  it  surely  wasn’t  something  that  would  be  harmful  to  the  vastayan.     provided  urizen  cooperated  with  him.

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              his logic is impeccable.     weak individual should not be engaged,     not out of courtest,     but fear that,     if engaged,     there would be no joy or entertainment acquired from such an easy battle     ———     or even worse,     should he act careless    &    commit an unplanned blunder,     then perceived weak individual may find an opening to beat him    &    claim victory,     then who would be weak   !?     HIM,     HIM   !!!

              ❛     poetry   ?     ❜     rakan hummed inquisitively,     arms crossed over chest as ceruleans shift their gaze towards the soft earth at feet.     wow,     is it just him, or is it a lot greener than it was yesterday   !?     he swore that the day before current situation,     the grass at his feet was a subdued green.     could it be that the greener greenery around them could be attributed to the blesséd rain that poured     ——     wait,     what was the question again   ?     ❛     uh,     you said you were gonna do something,     read   ?     yeah,     sure,     do whatever you want   !     ❜