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@shadowhelmed said : *drops down to one knee* [ choke ], my liege
this was bound to happen. / they stand at opposite sides of a battlefield, life's game has dictated that they become one another's enemy, for their causes & beliefs lie in conflict, sparking desires for war & battle, for one side to prevail victorious with erroneous perception of said victory coming from a just background. the ends do not justify the means. a canary must sing nature's song, hear her reverent melodies that stir devotion & love for her creations, for the wild magic whose freedom directly affects all life around it ; there is no question to it, it must be left intact. to limit such for another's cause is to rebuke nature's teachings, it is to manipulate her benevolent will & transform an amiable love into a malicious force !! to commit atrocities all in the name of an order !!!
notwithstanding a resolute heart that wishes to paint all a part of said order as malevolent, there was kayn who proved to be distinct. perchance will he acknowledge that it is the folly of his own sentiments to become involved with one so closely associated with an order he's devoted himself to abolishing, though the initial intent was to deceive. this veneer attached to rakan's face found more uses than simply charming, the act of befriending a foe for intel is just, for is it not a fool that shall be punished for misplacing trust so carelessly ? but who must bear the title of fool ? kayn ? no. even if original intent was to deceive, even if their friendship had been found on initial lies, that will disappeared the more he came to know him.
each conversation served one absolute purpose : bring to light the plans of the order that threatens his home, that threatens the magic coursing through these divine trees, the humid air that felt refreshing no matter the time of day. all what was brought to light ... was a newfound care for him, came with a silent denial, an inner conflict where he rejects these sentiments, while a side of him advises him to accept it. accept he cares for kayn, that whenever the frown on kayn's lips curved into a smile, no matter how small, its power to brighten room was indubitable ——— that whenever he bared his heart to rakan, rakan would accept it, he would not shatter this trust they've built, knowing that trust itself is fragile & can never truly be recuperated if broken. each time they gazed at one another, each time dawn threatened with sun's calling, rakan was aware of his own feelings : the feeling of not wanting to leave, that sentiment of i want to protect you. a force that cannot be trampled by time itself, one that life cannot wish to understand, no matter the desire for chaos & conflict, the force of love prevails within rakan's heart even in war.
now ... they lie in bed, kayn atop rakan's form, pressed deep within him, hands placed against hips, steady rhythm adopted to make things easier for him. to call this just sex would be a sin in of itself, it would be a blatant lie, kept in control, for to grant it autonomy in their relationship would prove disastrous. / though communication is a struggle, though the path of what they have is rocky & it may never come to perfect fruition, that's ok, they have each other. to tread upon dangerous, mysterious path with another is a risk far greater than going alone, rakan's pride shall give him needed strength to move forward. / pressing against kayn is an act to have more of him, for him to press deeper without fear, it is rakan's manner of agreeing through their passionate act that kayn may do as he pleases. then, comes the unexpected, hands come to wrap around his neck, & he gasps.
❛ whoa, what're you ... ❜ perplexed at first on his actions, then digits begin to press down against his next, efficaciously preventing oxygen to flow from air to lungs, & albeit his hands come up to grab kayn's wrists, subsequent words betray his actions. ❛ don't stop. ❜ conflicting feeling of pain & pleasure, an amalgamation of both is seeded at the root of his heart, it grows & grows until it's overflowing. it's not passion, it's not trust per se, but by far is this one of the more audacious acts he's ever allowed. to trust someone with hands around his neck, it's new. he doesn't want it to end, he won't allow it to end. ❛ keep going, keep choking me, keep fucking me. i'll ... tell you if it's too much, i promise. ❜
meme. / selectively accepting.
@death-from-below said : [ praise ] uwu
to relieve their desires. that was the purpose of this, no heart must drip onto his actions, they must all be guided by a lecherous want that overtakes his body, overrides emotion & reasonable thought ( not like the latter mattered much here, anyway ), allows each touch to be void of deep care, only a superficial level of it is exhibited. rakan is rough, because he feels it's right, because he knows that this is what pyke wants. the mewls that escaped trembling lips were indicative of such, stems from the touch at his chest, where rakan's hands maintain their focus, groping, rubbing. eliciting each whimper, each moan that coalesced with clarity to form rakan's name drove him to further extents, to continue touching & touching such a touch starved individual for no other purpose than to please. himself ? pyke ? ... a query without an absolute answer.
❛ yeah, you like that ? ❜ there, each feature shifts to form a smug countenance, evincing his own amusement of pyke's words of praise, the pleas that told him he's amazing at this. the begging request, don't stop, it fuels rakan's ego. pride dwells deep within his heart, within this lust that burns through his body, very one that has him pressed against pyke. can he feel it ? it's a wonder, but he's sure he can. ❛ lose the mask, babe ... ❜ a hand's travel is sluggish, but eventually tugs at the bandana, nonverbal request for its removal. he wants to see him. ❛ your eyes are nice, but i wanna see you. all of you. ❜
meme. / accepting.
@drorious said : [ denial ] ,,,,,,,,,hello
pride would dictate his visage to keep a collected exterior, to not give in & allow the hand at his cock to contort his features. rakan refuses to relinquish control, especially when it's draven, a worthy rival that declared his perfection to be the only absolute beauty, that he is more handsome than rakan. he refuses such an assertion, thinks it ludicrous, thinks a battle of prides may be so easily settled with a battle of wits, not an orthodox one : no dance, no battle, simply a test of ... endurance. who could tease better ? who could last longer ? who was more skilled ? at least, that was the initial intent. opting to go first was a prideful act, to allow himself to be touched & ... reduced into this moaning mess, it's embarrassing.
rakan's hips buck into draven's hand, seeking a comfortable rhythm whose action is ceased by sudden squeeze, sudden halt of the strokes, the gasps escaping his lips transitioning into groans of frustration & it only earns draven a glare. each time rakan feels a bubbling warmth building itself up at his groin, its tracks come to spontaneous end, as if man before him could read each & every expression on rakan's face. he hates it. ( wipe that damn smile off your lips !!!!! ) act of submitting to another is not an act holds any aversion for, but mere fact it's a rival of all people he's submitting for, it sucks. it sucks he's not allowed to cum, that draven's in control, that rakan leans against him for support & hears phonic vibrations that evince his chuckle. he finds this amusing, & rakan's irked that he does too ... it feels amazing.
❛ fuckin' ———— just let me cum. ❜ exasperated breath is delivered, strained as he utilizes the only tactic he's sure would work, even if it did damage his pride. ❛ you're being unfair, i'm beggin' ya, just make me cum, i need to. please. ❜ he may be out of breath, he may be initiating yet another futile attempt at bucking into draven's hand, but he knows one thing's for sure ... one way or the other, once it's his turn to eat draven out, his goal is no longer to make him cum fast, it is to hear prideful performer beg for him in turn.
meme. / accepting.
@quartlet said : o we doing this???????? okay [ blindfold ]
TO DANCE UPON THE FLAMES OF DANGER had been a viable way of producing entertainment, be it evoking ire from men that had no control over own emotions, thus constituting their subsequent violent attempts at ceasing life's song from blessing vastaya's ear / alas for them, he does not so simply allow one to intervene, his death is not nigh, it is a whispered tale amongst the laypersons that believe each deed he takes, each course of action seized, is a death wish that facilitates death's chilly embrace. ah, how such could not be further from the truth. / life's song is one he's heard for oh, so long, no matter her repeated melody, no matter how each verse is similar to another, there was enough to decipher one note from the other, enough knowledge of what makes the world go round that could be attuned into her performance. she may be her own orchestra, but rakan's attention will not falter. for if a double bar drew near, the end would only be evincing itself. the climax of her piece had been reached. it is reaching a velvety pianissimo, each sound growing more silent ... yet rakan smirks.
her song plays in the back of his head, but for how long ? he opts to toy with fire again, to lavish touches upon certain maestro's body, to admire the scrawny stature that had been capable of doing oh, so much.
he knows, he knows of the dangers that lurk within his course of actions, he is astutely aware of how that gun, tailored to his sense of fashion, is loaded with the bullets of his undoing. one. that is all that's needed for him to become a beauteous work of art, his feathers aflame & each limb in his body feeling the burning sensation as each part of him contorts into a phenomenal arrange of roses. yes, only he is capable of making scarlet liquid flowing through him to adopt the exterior of petals from beloved roses.
fingers delicately admire biceps, gripping, testing for a specific reaction. to evoke even one noise, a pleasured melody from jhin, a sign that he enjoys this. what comes next ... it's a blur. one moment, rakan's hands are roaming across clothed body, an overt attempt to entice him, to see if a virtuoso may so easily succumb to lust, see him in a more vulnerable light. / there's one absolute truth he's come to accept, that jhin himself is a poison he must not drink from, that to bare any sort of heart to him may prove to hold dire consequences, for a tale of love & care shall not prevail at the end of this story, at the end of their story. he cares naught for it. if khada jhin is the chalice filled with very wine that held a transient moment of euphoria, very one many warned rakan of to not drink from, for death lies at the end of this cursed drink, he would drink from it regardless of their pleas. owed to his confidence in hearing life's song ... owed to his insatiable curiosity that wanted more of jhin. more. MORE !!!
it was to no avail. sight had been relinquished, albeit not permanently. rakan finds himself on his knees, blindfolded, breath erratic for a moment as he attempts to recollect his memories of what occurred for it to lead here. nothing. a fool too lost in his own pleasure to connect what happened, now he is left to hum, wonder at what jhin plans to do. the only man that could kill him had the upper hand here, the only man who could so easily grant him chance to hear the end of life's performance holds the gift of sight, even through that mask. even then ... rakan smirks. there is no attempt to remove the blindfold, he does not stand up. for now, he shall play the part of an obedient nightingale & allow his song to do the talking.
❛ a blindfold ? ❜ intonation evinces his inquisitive tone, as if judging this turn of events. he isn't. he likes it. all it takes is a grin to know. ❛ didn't think this was your style, but i can't lie, i'm digging it. ❜ amused hum reverberates at his throat, thinking it's time to be more bold. verbally, at least. an offer, if anything. ❛ so, tell me ... you gonna use my mouth now, or what ? ❜
meme. / accepting.
@shurima-demigod said : [Good] because mun is curious and bored.
IT'S A RATHER RARE OCCURRENCE FOR HIM, finally finding one that is taller than him, one rakan has to crane neck back for, so that oceanic gems can be graced with the visage of the ascended & how hungry he looked. yes, he, too, wanted this. hand at rakan's hip is evident of that, very one that sunk sharp digits into him, urging him to move forward, urging desired friction. ( he dares to defy an order such as his, albeit lust's fire burns from within, nasus wins this round for he may subdue vastaya who wears freedom's heart on his feathers. ) rakan voraciously bucks his hips against nasus's, sating the silent command he was given, craving the electrifying friction that sparked something new, very one that would excite ichor into traveling south, south. he's growing harder in his lap, leaning forward with arms wrapped around his form, body pressed against his, arousal rubbing against defined torso, ironic how tables have turned. supposed advantage initially his, perceived that his charms had nasus at first, now ? perhaps it's the other way around, not like rakan minds.
❛ ... huh ? ❜ there's praise, good boy, assurance that by following his commands, he does good. who knew ... two words could fuel desire even more ? who knew that it would be why incisor sank into his bottom lip, evokes a deep intake of breath, before his own hand now travels down, feeling the expanse of taut muscle on the way to nasus's chest. he gently gropes, steady gaze kept there before he, yet again, looks up ——— an action he's not tired of ——— & allow a smirk to grow onto his lips. he's digging this a little too much. ❛ yeah, guess i am. normally i'd be a little more impatient, maybe i am, but ... ❜ he hums, leaning forward, proposal ready to slip through his lips. ❛ call me that again, i'll let you take the lead, sound good ? ❜ as if nasus didn't already have this songbird wrapped around his finger already.
meme. / accepting.
@obsidiantias said : [ adore ] (^:
how'd they get here ? / fate's path had always been a mystery, darkness shrouded the road forward, even if it was the only road one could ever take ; with each step, an opportunity for light to shine on this darkness. with each step, careful & meticulous, solitary & with another, something new each time. be it their meeting, no matter how long ago it was, no matter the initial rivalry on rakan's side, or the unending truths that came to light with each conversation. it was always something new between them. / now, here they lie in bed, future uncertain, but they care naught for it ; no, no, what mattered most was the present. what mattered most was each other.
admittedly, he prefers their positions to be reversed, for him to be on top , to be marveling down at zelgius & every little detail he could note. ( that smile made of honey reserved for none other than him, the doe - eyed gaze he sought for, they were a treasure rakan cherished. ) now ? he finds himself back to mattress beneath him, albeit soft bed could never match the delicate touches zelgius gave him, the way his fingers roamed over his body, the way they danced & touched every part that could elicit velvety gasp from touch alone. it's divine, it's amazing, it's zelgius that runs a hand over his chest, pressing hips down against rakan's. the intent was never to allure, he doesn't think so, he feels special. fragile, a careful treasure in supposed lover's eyes, a temple worthy of worship through more than just dulcet vocalizations.
not as if he particularly minded, for the benevolent words flowed naturally, they were never empty. zelgius's heart delivered those sonants with a passion for him, & who is rakan to reject the advances of a tattered heart he cares for ? who is he to deny the love blooming in his heart for him, him, who has only ever questioned himself & his identity ( they're jealous of his beauty, they envy what they cannot have, for zelgius belongs to no one. even as they are together, they are each other's but do not belong to one another. their paths have conjoined, decision to move onward together is of their own volition ).
he loves him. he indulges in it, in the barrage of kisses at one side of his neck, in the traveling hand that rests on the other side. rakan breathed, a reminder that this is real as he cranes his neck, granting more access, desiring more from him. more of those soft kisses, more of that new sensation pressing against him ——— it's hard. it's hard to breathe consistently, his breaths were short, edging closer to panting than actually breathing ——— & he basks in it. basks in the glory of this newfound feeling, distinct from the many times he's bed someone ; their touches were rough, he was rough, previously uncaring & meant naught more than to satiate lust's fire, reduce it to a dying ember. but not with him. lust may be a factor, yet it is never at the forefront here, it is their love that grants them ability to be careful, to treat each touch as magical, to truly care for not just the act itself, but the indubitable fact that it's with each other & they care, they care.
❛ zelgius —— ❜ out of breath, the reverent touches, the meaningful whispers of praise ... he yearns for a perpetual loop of this moment, for time's sand to come to halt & grant them this quiet blessing : to remain with one another in their room, away from public's eye. for their act to go on forever. to love him uninterrupted. it is a selfish wish, one that fate will not grant, for that alone he must make the most of it. ❛ please, ❜ rakan doesn't recall when his arms wrapped around zelgius, when his sharp nails gently dragged down the back of scarred flesh, when one hand carded through azure hair & grasped it to keep him close. fuck. ❛ keep ... going. i trust you. ❜ cerulean hues sought verdants, yet that desire must be withheld for now, left for the upcoming act, their shared act of love.
[ adore ] your muse being near reverent with mine in bed.
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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@placeabo said : “ you will find worse people here than where you’re from. you should go. ”
what lies in the depths of these murky waters, what secrets are there to be found in the porty city of bilgewater, was there certainly any treasure he could find viable to enhance his own beauty ? truth be told, he doesn't care. a simple curiosity is enough to allure him away from the familiar lands he so traveled, that's how it's always been. did he, necessarily, want an absolute answer to his questions ? no, rakan just does, thinking about any of his reserved for after the fact. he's bound to have heard the many dangers that exist within this city —— but all is well, so long as he makes it out alive.
❛ thanks for the concern there, buuuut, ❜ rakan appreciates it, the warning, that is. perhaps he should heed the advice & leave here ( maybe the thought even did occur to him the moment he set foot in the city ), albeit he's not one to leave so easily when there's an insinuation of entertainment. that's what danger was to him, a promise of something new, something fun. if his dance isn't recognized here, then surely a new title could be created while here, right ? what's more fitting than a persistent battle dancer ? ❛ i'll be fine, trust me. i'm a little slippery, the people here won't be able to catch me. ❜
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@friendsinthefrost said : Twink. - Jayce
bitch.
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@unshackles said : " a little bird told me that you and your... spouse are quite familiar with rebellions. "
oh, oh ? what an intriguing statement, what an intriguing man to propose such a rumor he's heard naught of. few know of their rebellion, mostly vastaya, though whispers did not discriminate ; if a human ear could catch wind of their plans for rebellion, then surely a wider audience will be garnered. heh, good. the more eyes on him, the more exciting this stage where war's tension rises // all will marvel at his dance, freedom's song, an unending tune that he & xayah forged, so that everyone may experience magic as it's meant to be : wild, free !!! // leaving a guest unanswered is rude, it's tacky. granting him the honor of a response is the least rakan could do. perhaps do a little digging of his own. he always was the most curious between him & xayah.
❛ maaaaaybe, ❜ mischievous in his intents, his tone adopts a playful tune, brows lowering & corner of his lips quirking into a lopsided grin. elusive as always, the truth isn't too important, is it ? if it is, there's no need to worry over it. living in the moment was far more entertaining. short - term entertainment always proved to be greater than long term ( both diminish at different rates is all, one slower, one faster ! a transient moment of joy has more worth than long ones that shall eventually die out ). ❛ depends which little bird told you. ❜ depends whether he is enemy or ally. he's human, comes the assumption perceived from his physical appearance. no trace of vastayan qualities found on him. ❛ who told you ? but, i like to make things fun, take a few chances with fate. we are quite familiar with rebellions. that a problem ? ❜
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@ekkological said : He hands him a metallic medallion that fits in his hand. You can see his reflection; he may or may not have stolen it.
it's a strange contraption. or, really, it's just jewelry if anything, albeit it's metallic, at least it feels like it. he hums. is this a gift, is this something he can wear ? more importantly, could it make him appear more beautiful than he does already. ( who the original owner was ? that's not too important, he'll worry more about the inherent beauty it offers ) after pondering on the thought a little longer, he opts to stuff it into one of his hidden pockets, a smile curling onto lips, appreciative. not the first time he's received a gift, not the last either, but it's the thought that counts this time.
❛ thanks for the gift ! i'll find a way to wear it, just give me a day or two. ❜ maybe a little longer. he's not the most intuitive individual out there, but he sure as hell does try, & trying has to amount to something !
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@stonethrown said : goddamn dude just, it's been a long while since we were meming things up in TNB but I was just reading your threads on your blog for the past 10 minutes and god just, I love you and your writing like WOW i can't believe i'm actually friends with someone who writes and me reading it instantaneously cures my face acne and brings us to world peace but real talk your writing has shot through the roof and I know this is like super homo of me but keep on writing pls bc I wanna read more ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
UM AWAN WHAT IS THIS DFLJHDFHJDF YOU'RE SO SWEET THANK YOU SO MUCH??? i can't believe we went from tiger & bunny with kotetsu and prof. willow all the way here. listen though- really, thank you for your compliments!! i really want to be able to convey my feelings n rakan's feelings as best as i possibly can in my writing, since i feel like he's a character whose primarily based in his emotions ( and honestly every character i write has been like that but LKFDJHLDFHSFJ ), and delving into how complicated emotions can be and what he feels can just. like. u know. contradict w/ the way he acts n shit sometimes u gotta do what u can to survive. BUT REGARDLESS I'M RAMBLING THANK U SO MUCH FOR THIS i love u sm all the homo babe! <3
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@miellamor said : ' i would give my lungs for you to not drown, i would give my feathers for you to keep flying, i would give my voice for you to keep singing, i would give my heart for you to keep loving.'
THEIR LOVE IS A SACRED ONE, it is a fragile craft conjured meticulously by both their hands, forming it, nurturing it into that warmth that resonates within their hearts. they are not connected by mere physicality, the exterior matters naught, it's the emotional connection that matters more, where their hearts become one, where their love is powerful enough to face the world by themselves, make an enemy of those that stand against their rebellion. he'd never leave her side, gods he'd never leave her side. to forsake her, who matters above all else, would be sin itself. / who has ever intrigued him as much as she ? who has ever loved him for him & not just the charismatic charmer ? who has bared her heart to him & his to her, accepting delicate gift & cherishing with all their might ? it's only them.
verily, she was immune to his charms, it was she who rejected his advances, but an impassioned heart persists & love had been discovered blooming between them. ( my love, this flower is ours, only we may see it, only we may feel it. ) to erroneously assume it had been an overnight thing ... it brings a chuckle, fools cannot perceive the trials they've faced, the many times he's protected her, the many times she's protected him, the many times she claimed to leave him were he caught in a peril situation, only to be saved right after & scolded harshly for not being serious enough.
deep down, they both knew the truth. one shrouded in mystery, but through each error, each time they corrected themselves, truth's like shined through, illuminating an indubitable fact : they both knew they cared about one another. platonic ? romantic ? foggy mind couldn't decipher it, he knew his intentions were romantic, but he saw more of her & so were his glib acts dropped, replaced over time by bonafide acts of love, genuine passion with every chat they had, every laugh they shared. // her laugh, oh her laugh, was there anything more beautiful, anything that inspired him more than when she smiled, when mirth graced her features, that was beauty itself !!
❛ miella, ❜ he hushes her, finger pressed against her lips, amiable smile growing onto his lips, he leans in, close & makes sure to press his forehead against hers. deep intake of breath, small exhale, then silence. silence. words cannot encompass his love for her, neither can time ——— their love transcends time, it transcends history itself, historians shall not record it, documents will write of their achievements, their failures, there will be information on their success to preserve the wild magic of ionia, but no matter if a memorial is made, no matter if others see them as ghosts or heroes, none will know of their love. there will be songs sung, speaking of the two lovers that faced the world, but none, none but they will know of this flower they nurtured, the nature of their love is not an exhibit for the world, but their private garden that only they may dwell & dance in forevermore. ❛ don't you ever give anything for me. what i have here ? you, with me, that's all i could ever ask for. i don't want anyone else but you. don't ever sacrifice anything of yours for me. ❜ only i'm allowed to ever sacrifice myself for you, miella.
unprompted. / always accepting !!
@kissing-stones said : Hug! I want a hug, pretty boy!
❛ alright, alright, here's a hug, just for you ! ❜ rakan has now adopted taliyah.
rakan liked for a hug.
@fxlgurkinesis said : Her arms wrap around the other, unable to keep a smile on the face from the sheer positivity and brightness that seems to radiate from the other. Though she was careful to not disturb his wing, or what she thought was a wing at least.
yeah, that's definitely his wing, donning the guise of a cape to deceive humans into believing him to be one of them. a necessity to keep his true identity a secret —— however, it's when her amiable arms wrap around him that he realizes the eyes of the world are not on him for a moment, it's naught but serene solitude with a friend. slowly, but certainly, does red cape dissipate & form into his golden wing, feathers gleaming & their radiance softened. he can relax. he can be himself, it's a rare comfort when he's so far from the lands he calls home. no matter how minute that comfort may be, its significance could not be abandoned, for this wing is a part of him, a part he can exhibit around lux. what a relief.
❛ whoa, where's this coming from ? ❜ melodious tone adopted, pleased hum as a sigh of relief escapes him. arms gently come up & he wraps them around her petite form, hugging her in return. it's a gentle hug, possibly betraying expected vivacious & enthusiastic hugs ——— was such appropriate in the first place ? probably, though he opts for a hug whose nature won't disturb peace's rare silence. life here seemed a little too busy. ❛ if you wanted a hug, you could've just asked ! promise i'm more of a hugger than i am a fighter. ❜ mischievous quip, intending to tease & lie, not out of malice. he knows he excels at both.
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@blightyh said : nathanos vc: hey ugly
you really have to stop talking into the mirror like that, learn self love & all that jazz u know ?
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@devaiht said : hey rakan since we're here i have a confession to make. did NOT care for teamfight tactics
he never expected it. their friendship had been blooming for oh, so many years now, finding a basis in their mutual love for this video game that has brought them closer as gamers : league of legends, a supposed multiplayer team game riddled with toxicity at every corner, every game mode. despite this, they've withstood these trials, as both sought after one goal ; challenger, a tier in the ranked games that denote naught more but an inconsequential cosmetic, & maybe a jacket or two, & the chance to go pro, or whatever. regardless, it is a mythical tier that, through their combined goal, sought deeply for.
ai & rakan's combined efforts have allowed them to climb up, climb far, despite the unchanging gameplay, less one were count the game modes that they've removed completely, vestiges of them through videos that are now only a memory in the grand scheme of the game. ( please, please add the star guardian invasion game mode back, she's all i've ever wanted ) the addition of a permanent game mode is a novel concept, one not heard of by many ———— we don't talk about ARAM, fuck you ———— teamfight tactics ... it is akin to fire emblem, strategy dependent, reliant on one's own cognitive processes & their cunning methods of beating the enemy team. alas, it has adopted the gacha formula, insofar that luck is, too, a factor in the game. rng gods be merciful, he begs you.
to hear that this game mode he's fallen in love with is not appreciated by his friend, who he knows is way too good in the jungle ( you got banned for being toxic in the all chat, ai ... this wasn't supposed to happen ), it's heartbreaking. it's not real. the gamer juice flowing through his veins rejects ai's statement.
❛ what ? ❜ it's his first instinct, to react harshly, in lieu of asking for the why. people ask why others don't like something ? not him. not rakan. as a support main who enjoys teamfight tactics, he will simply follow his own course of action, one that shall hold his love for this game mode above all else, perhaps even their shared goal, or a shared goal no more. ❛ how can you even say that, ai ... it's like the perfect game mode !! ❜ he takes a deep breath, not even allowing ai to respond, ❛ jayce, caitlyn, i mean, you've never played ... PULSEFIRE TWISTED FATE !!!!! ❜
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@quartlet said : ❛ ah ... the tragedy of romance, the bittersweetness of true love. you believe your ending will be a duet, but i think not, i think your ending should be a solitary swansong. where your feathers are strung up like molten gold, splattered across the sky, forever entwined with the sun and from your lips will spill brightest amaryllis petals spew forth. when she finds you, she will hold you forevermore. ❜
they are the lovers' tragedy. they love & love, it's a boundless love that transcends their mortal forms, they do not need these feathers, their delicate touches, the soft gazes as proof of their love. rakan & xayah were love embodied, a relationship of pure harmony, where he is the sun & she is the moon, one incomplete without the other. // as the sun & moon are distanced lovers, they are doomed to die apart from one another. no matter how they desire a perfect end, one where both may exit life's stage & into a peaceful afterlife, souls intertwined & unbreaking, such is only a dream incapable of being proved real. fate does not care how bright he shines for her, she does not care for the moon's light once she smiles ( it's fugacious, ravishing, none can warm the sun's heart like she can ), even if only reserved for him, their end is not together.
but he denies it. he denies the song that dictates their separation, the bitter reality that wishes to not quell pain, but urge its conquest of heart & soul. his dance shall end without her by his side, she shall be restrained as his path ends, as the feathers he once held dear & took pride in will no longer shine, for even the sun is but a light waiting to be consumed by surrounding darkness. their love, no matter how profound, no matter its importance, is but a speck on this stage filled with actors, many alike that live these honeyed dreams perceived as reality, love is a blinding poison. the fallen cannot find rest, the morrow's dying light is an ember, a faux hope many cling onto. rakan clings onto. no matter its sneer, he wishes to die by her side, it is his intent, time nor fate can restrain him ———— he is but a fool that believes this inescapable labyrinth holds an exit, pity him, pity him !!!!!
❛ you're wrong. ❜ negates jhin's reality, the objective reality delivered through the lustrous lenses of the virtuoso, beauty's true beacon, perfection's successor. that mask, it's deceitful, poised with perpetual grin, though rakan refuses to falter before him. 'till spoken perception encompasses his own reality, he has no reason to believe him. ❛ me & xayah ? we do everything. together. ❜ for once, the charismatic grin he's so accustomed to wearing is gone, replaced by pursed lips, a tense stance, fearing movement itself. / if time is movement, then he would relinquish his love for dance to stay near her, to forestall reality's gift, death's sugar coated words that beckon him, longing for chilly embrace void of any living warmth, its gateway to the land death calls home, he doesn't want to leave her alone.
he takes note of it, his own breathing, how it's more consistent, how his glare is a defiant one, how so ... uncool he is. deep inhale, deep exhale, calm down. ❛ i'm not gonna die without her. we'll die together. nothing's going to change that. ❜ & though he turns, saturated azures shielded ——— the threat of rain is near. he feels it. ——— he's aware of his own folly : though this man's deceitful nature was embedded to his mask, his self, rakan, too, wears a mask from the same cloth. he, too, lies. this tattered heart knows of what must be done should peril conditions be met ; he is ready to forfeit his life for her, interrupt her swan song & continue his own 'till he reaches the double bar. that future may be near, may be far, though he is always prepared for it. being confronted with a reminder of that grim prospect serves only to highlight a hidden title, his title of the martyr.
unprompted. / always accepting !!
@quartlet said : i am here to bullie you
u want what i have!!! that’s why u bully me, sweetheart! 😤😤😤
meme. / accepting
@prodigal-ezreal said : I really fucking love how cute and fucking unhinged you are. its amazing and it feels like we are in the same chaotic energy wavelength. Love ya!
nach u might make me cry wtf..........BUT IM SO GLAD WE’RE ON THE SAME CHAOTIC WAVELENGTH!! i try my best tbh, sometimes u gotta be the chaotic bitch u wanna see in this world! ALSO I LOVE U TOO!!!
meme. / accepting
@nullave said : i think... youre a puta :flushed:
omg right back at you puta..............open your fucking purse cecil
unprompted. / always accepting !!
@obsidiantias said : “you do not seem fazed,” his tone is even, but his gaze does not betray his curiosity, despite how he reigns in his expressions. claws (once, they had been talons--) manicured into shape far more similar of that of human nails, zelgius looks away, into the distant crowd, nonchalant. "i suppose you must have seen others, then, not unlike myself."
❛ was that what you were worried about ? ❜ in spite of how dense many perceived him to be ( & how such truths lied within his audience that understands how information, no matter how blatant, cannot be processed at times. if he perceives lack of connection, then no such connection existed in the first place, that is reality ), rakan had the capacity to observe & spot conflict between sentiments, dependent on how it's presented on his exterior & the intonation of his voice. zelgius was tough to crack, an impenetrable fortress, walls crafted by none other than him, a mix between vastaya & human. was such a truth reprehensible ?
———————— NO. shunning them was a commonality embraced by many, but when has rakan ever abided by what they perceived as truth. albeit he doesn't put much thought into complex matters such as those, there's no reason for him to follow such arbitrary thought patterns. betrayal, abomination ? don't give him that crap. one's duty in life is to not just be, but live. to live as a mix of the two ... where's the wrong in it ? what part did zelgius have to control any of that ? ( more than he realizes. not once did sky blues grace hands with a glance, 'till now. )
❛ plenty. ❜ when was the last time he'd met someone like him ? possibly long ago, the details are hazy, but rakan knows himself enough to say he's had encounters with others, who they, too, had vastaya blood, whilst having human blood course through their veins. despite conjured prejudices, they are not different in any way. to him, they are attuned with the wild magic from one side, grounded by normalcy on the other, & even then, that was their normal. no such reason for him to judge zelgius on it. ❛ who you are, doesn't matter to me ! those folks over there, ❜ gestures towards distant crowd, confident grin blooming onto his lips, ❛ sure they look similar, but betcha no one's dance is the exact same. just similar. even if each dance is different from the other, there's nothing wrong with that in my eyes. ❜ finally, does his head turn to take a look at zelgius's face. what complete control he had over the emotional side in him // what have you endured ? bare your heart to me. even a tattered heart can be mended with support. // ❛ so give me a smile, alright ? otherwise, i'll have to make you dance with me again. hope you've been practicing ! ❜ hopes his foot isn't stepped on again.
unprompted. / always accepting !!
@bloodthrrsty said : " a lot of color, and a lot of shouting doesn't keep you from being catfood. so why don't you try taking it more seriously. "
❛ try taking it more seriously ? ❜ such an impertinent accusation ! were the vibrant hues of his feathers, very ones that garnered the attention of any & all that dared cross paths with him, not enough ? shall a plumed vastaya forsake the loving colors of a warm summer ——— blending into the sea's delightful greens near the tips of his feathers ——— for the sake of being ' serious ? ' no, no !! beauty does not bend its will so easily, it is carefully constructed & upheld by time, objective beauty like him can't change at the discretion of others. no, he remains cool, collected, not a care in the universe, & that star provides everlasting gifts for all. so long as a job is done, appearances & the volume of his voice don't matter. never have, never will.
❛ you take things way too seriously ! ❜ a gradual crescendo within his words, rising & speaks with a drawl just for emphasis. he is the antithesis of a passive, hushed person —— they could not handle an audience's eyes, whereas he craved it, sought it for success !! ❛ i'll be fine. if i haven't been turned into catfood yet ... ❜ hums as his a hand is drawn towards own face, singular digit tapping against the side of his head, knowing grin curving at his lips, smug, for he knows he is elusive & can make any escape with how swift he is. everything he did always had a dash of pizazz. ❛ chances are, it ain't gonna happen any time soon. ❜
unprompted. / always accepting !!
@yuanfena said : yasuo lifts a tentative hand , pad of his index brushing along the underside of rakan's fur tipped ear - a near imperceptible friction. " hm " a quiet hum , " sorry " he adds as he slowly lowers his hand back to rest on his side , corners of his lips tipping upwards , " couldn't help seeing if they were as soft as they look "
often are feathers considered most important aspect of him, usual for them to be at center of another's attention, considered as the most beauteous aspect of his person ( every part of rakan is beautiful, he is beauty itself, no such thing as flaw on his exterior ), for their colors were warm & their surface velvety, heiled by the many onlookers as a demonstration of a softness fabricated by nature's divine hands. all appreciation welcomed, for it was praise, verbal or not, & he liked that. / one may consider touch itself a minute act, but not him ——— no, its significance amounted to greater than initially perceived, perchance approaching insurmountable in his eyes, as it served as generous indicator that his allure was effective. that others considered him meritorious enough to be granted attention through curiosity's means. it sated his blatant desire, a need for some form of praise. / such is customary when it came to feathers, but what of these ears, whose softness went unnoticed, whose condition kempt for the sake of flashy appearance, whose silk - like surface had never been touched.
how foreign is touch's blessing & how abrupt !! / not a thought of that desire had crossed mind in a while, though upon receiving it, it elicits the softest hum imaginable, vocal vibration brushing against lowest tonality, leaning towards singular digit 'till —— ugh. golden opportunity, transient as it was, had been revoked, an apology in its place. the only apt response ? a huff & brief groan, interlaced with displeasure. / yes, foreign was that touch at first, though he enjoyed it. ear's twitch is slight, head cants to the side, & azures shift to scan caramel before moving onto the rest of yasuo's features. though, rising grin is most pivotal change ( infectious, capable of making rakan's pursed lips curve into minuscule grin, compounded with brief chuckle ), it was home to a boundless curiosity ( rakan thought so, at least ). who is he to deny a friend such an implicit request ?
❛ y'know, ❜ characteristic lilt makes itself present in voice, innate rhythmic tone, befitting of dancer & singer alike. ❛ if you wanted to know whether or not my ears were soft, just ask ! ❜ carefree, not a drop of anger in his voice ; even now, he is cool, he remained mischievous, he liked having his ears touched. head tilts ever so delicately towards yasuo, overt invitation through nonverbal means, he can't just say no to that, right ? ❛ you can touch 'em, go ahead. take is as a thanks. what for ? dunno ! but, i'm sure i owe you some form of gratitude. ❜
'' the moment i lose control, the shadows may awake their true nature and try to devour your flesh in order to gain a constant physical form. you probably like your flesh, do you not? "
❛ their true nature ? ❜ the implications are there, that they are at his will. his every command is law they abide by, unless they break free of that control, adopt that nature they so desire & scramble to nearest supposed victim for a physical form. is that their intention ? his words ring true, they're a blade, a threat to silence him. alas, his thoughts lie elsewhere. ❛ so, you control them & you don't ! at the same time ? that means you can make them do it, or they do it by themselves ! ❜ that definitely clears things up. /// @umbrasecta
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👶 Does your muse want children?
i think he does, yes!! rakan being a father would actually be kinda soft so. u know. i’d be down to write smth like that!
⌛️ How long does your muse last in bed?
how good is his partner? i’m kidding- well, partly. rakan can last a long while if he really wants to make the moment last, give or take…20 mins, if it’s something special? otherwise, if it’s just a quick fuck-n-go, he won’t last very long. especially if he’s being riled up like all hell. just some fun facts to consider! /// @shadowhelmed
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🌀 What are 3 of muse’s top kinks?
i already did rakan’s kink sorter here’s his top 3 kinks LFJHLDFKHLFH /// @death-from-below
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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
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💞 Would your muse ever consider a threesome (or more!)
yeeeep! without a doubt. rakan’s the kind of guy who’d be down for a threesome or more – only bc the more the merrier, really!
💏 When did your muse have their first kiss?
if i had to think deeply on it, i’d say it was probably around his adolescence ( whenever the hell that might be for lhotlan vastaya, i don’t exactly have any specific details on that if i’m honest ), flirting with whichever girl he found himself attracted to, charming her with his good looks, smooth words, until they kissed. now, was it perfect? hell no, it was awkward as hell, bc rakan didn’t rly know how to give a kiss. sure, he heard about it, but never really experienced it. needless to say, he now knows when and when not to use his teeth lmao
Nooo don't lose yourself to the darkness your so sexy ahah
sorry what was that?