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im discussing this w/ @prodigal-ezreal but. sg rakan ( pre-corruption ) is just not good at getting hints FDLJHJHDK like if u have a crush on him there’s a high chance he Won’t Know You Do and that’s that on that.

i liked for this.     /     always accepting   !!

@vengearrow​ said :   "Rakan... hold still for a second." Varus reaches for the back of his scarf, lifting the amulet out from underneath, and places it around Rakan's neck. The red jewel shimmers brilliantly in the sun on his chest, and Varus hums in approval. "As I thought... it looks good on you. Keep it."

              this warmth shall not go unnoticed.     to avert his gaze from it would be a betrayal of the heart's desires,     to silence an enlightened song of passion a deadly move that must not be executed     ———     pessimistic perceptions may insist on silencing it,     all in attempt to facilitate darkness's entrance to his heart,     its only motivation to deter rakan from chosen path     //     to stray from what heart deems right is to betray his beliefs,     to forsake what his heart beats for   !!     despite how convoluted the matters in his heart are,     to reject them is to reject himself.     growing sense of camaraderie between them nurtured through meticulous hands that cared for blooming flower,     growing,     living at base of his heart.     travel has only strengthened its resolve,     invoked muse to experience breath of life,     longed for after times of pure peril,     times where life itself had nearly been taken from rakan.     (   oh,     what's life without a little danger   ?   )

              beyond such delicate flora its seeds,     budding feeling of romance masked beneath guise of friendship,     very one he dared not break yet.     how peculiar such love came to be,     how unnaturally natural did it feel to fight at his side,     for their fates to be bounded to one another,     walking along same path,     shoulder to shoulder,     initially perceived impossibility becoming their reality.     through each conversation,     through each battle,     through each smile they offered one another at night's silence,     where naught but the stars are their witness     ...     through it all,     it became natural.     natural to be at his side,     where he belongs.     not for the warmth he provides     ——     said warmth a virtue,     albeit afterthought to the true prize    :    varus himself.     very man that gifts him amulet,     that accepts perceived reality of intertwined fates.     in this together 'till bitter end.

              ❛     thanks     ...     i think it looks good on me,     too   !!     ❜     he jests,     it's natural,     praise for himself,     bonafide chuckle emitting from his throat.     he hums,     observes the amulet for moment,     considering its color,     its significance,     how great it looked on varus,     how good it looks on him.     eventually,     he decides.     screw subtlety.     ❛     'course,     it looks just as nice on you.     then again     ...     there's never been a moment where you look bad at all.     you're pretty easy on the eyes.     ❜     see the grin forming on his lips   ?     see the rise of his brows,     the evident gaze that neared longing every passing second.     this road's destination     ...     shall it be cut short,     or shall it prove fruitful   ?     lady luck,     smile down on him.

nice draven cosplay

draven wants what i have

rakan has appeared! what to do?

flatter marry leave hug

Star Guardian Rakan by 你是路过人间被藏在星河里的太阳

              ❛     watch your step   !     ❜     small folly's not going to put a dent in their travels,     though he's swift in his movements anyway,     making sure to catch her before she could fall.     phew.     ❛     be careful.     ground's a bit slippery here,     you don't wanna fall from this height.     ❜     exaggerating   ?     probably.     it's expected of him.       ///       @ofsights​

unprompted.     /     always accepting   !!

@quartlet​ said :   stop looking at yourself and start looking at me stoopid

ok deal, just promise you’ll hold a mirror in front of you? at all times, maybe? cool!

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how do u feel abt my rakan?

UMM RIGHT BACK AT U THO MALICE??? THANK U IM 🥺🥺🥺

yasuo.     ///     windwandered.

Starter Call // @feyquil​

“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.

???     ///     shnpo.

           katarina hardly paid any attention to foreign matters   .   especially not ones without direct concern. as the foul-mouthed demons brought her up on one single rule   :   strength.  above all else.     (   it’s not right. it’s not.  —-   but is she one to stop this vicious cycle  ?   no.   )      so,   the issues of the vastaya were far beyond her influence. they either had the strength to resolve them, or didn’t. 

she’s perched above the rest, atop a thin tree with nimble branches. if it weren’t for her undetected presence, her cover would have already been blown. thankfully,  she was a professional. 

‘   hey.   bird boy.   ‘   katarina makes an intentionally audible movement, skilled eyes tracking the twitch of his ears. she waits patiently for his attention, lips curled into a smug smile, a sickeningly arrogant air to her expression.   ‘   yes, you.  you know who i am, don’t you  ?   ‘    /   @feyquil

              saccharine voice,     dripping with venom    &    amusement,     lands upon his ears,     evoking attention from the lone lhotlan vastaya.     ears twitch in response to her call,     swiftly turning on heel to look for the source of feminine voice     ———     alas,     it's for naught.     or so he thinks,     'till his gaze shifts upward to grace azures with the scarlet red tendril hanging over her visage     ...     no,     no,     that's not it.     it's a scar.     at least,     he thinks it is.     there's no telling from the distance they have between each other.     regardless,     it's but a trifling matter as long as she demands a response.     he speaks.

              ❛     me   ?     ❜     shifts hand to stick out index,     pressing tip against his own chest,     as if to clarify who she's speaking to.     as if that deadly gaze was staring at anyone else besides him.     his brow quirked,     countenance growing with an increased perplexity,     intending to understand her query     (   who is she   ?     is she any familiar   ?     no,     no,     she's human.     he doesn't mingle with 'em often at a personal level.     &    her sense of beauty   ?     eugh.     too much black for his taste   ).     he hums,     almost as if in deep contemplation,     though his true intent's to stall.     shoulders roll,     head shakes.     ❛     nope,     don't think i know you   !     have we met   ?     i think we've met.     i'm just not remembering is all   !     ❜