“How does It Feel Got no One On Your Side It Isn’t how It Is Really Meant To Be

on the final day of march, i offer you a xayah “say so” fancam... tomorrow? who knows...

( credit: motion [ thank u ᑭIᗰᑭ-ᗰᗩᗰᗩ ᗰEI! ], model, stage )

thorani.     ///     dhavaran.

❛  my, are you alright? that wound looked quite nasty  —  what could’ve done such a thing to you?  ❜  locks of long navy blue hair were gentle against the other’s shoulder, the water it contained glowed in between strands as it began to seal the gash. making sure that her magic was working as intended, thorani made sure to speak to the other to ease any other stress from it all.  ❛  this must seem very odd to witness, so i apologize for the obscurity. my name is thorani, you’re safe, i promise.  ❜  —  @feyquil· + from thorani!

              previous acute pain at his shoulder,     atrocious wound committed by none other than hands of fearful humans,     was now being mended to by friendly's strangers dark locks.     peculiar is the sight,     if honesty were granted in the moment.     brow quirked at fact before him    :    liquid     (   no,     that's definitely water,     he's sure of it   )     contained in hair possessed some sort of healing properties.     its efficacy more impressive than originally expected     ——     gash began to seal,     initial pain    &    stress diminishing as time coursed through its desired path,     albeit he owes it more to her soothing voice    &    amiable demeanor for keeping him calm.     rakan got lucky.     very lucky.

              ❛     thanks for your help,     uh  -     ❜     voice trails off,     lips teetering between a smile    &    a frown.     it's conflicting.     there's uncertainty in how to process this,     how to react to it.     oh,     whatever     —     no time to think or worry about that.     following his gut has always worked.      ❛     name's rakan   !     don't worry,      i'm feeling safe already.     whatever you're doing,     thorani,     it's working   !    ❜     at least,     he hopes it is.

unprompted.     /     always accepting   !!

@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.     ❜

Well…It’s not what you see.

unprompted.     /     always accepting   !!

@quartlet​ said :   what are rakan's opinions on cock and ball torture 400 word essay go

to understand the complexities of cock and ball torture is to understand that it is an art form now appreciated by contemporary society, scarcely touched upon by previous generations. naturally, this type of thinking can lead one to conclude that rakan’s tribe, the lhotlan vastaya, did not know nor practice about cock and ball torture. that is to say, rakan had figured out what cock and ball torture was only after coming into more contact with human society, be it other people in ionia, maybe some people from demacia, noxus, the freljord, etc. the point is, this art form was something he discovered through others. to say that rakan dislikes cock and ball torture would be a faux statement, it’s downright erroneous as rakan, for one, loves the feeling of having his dick or balls smacked until they’re red or hurting.

cock and ball torture hold a certain level of sadomasochism, the one inflicting the pain being considered the sadist, and the one receiving the pain being considered the masochist. in the psychological and medical analysis on sadomasochism, “safe, sane and consensual: contemporary perspectives on sadomasochism,” darren langridge et al. describes cock and ball torture to have directly painful activities such as “genital piercing, wax play, genital spanking, squeezing, ball-busting, genital flogging, urethral play, tickle torture, erotic electrostimulation, kneeing or kicking.” ( langridge et al., 2008 ) taking these factors into account, it must be noted that rakan is one who derives sexual pleasure from pain inflicted onto him. this is not to say that he would not harm another for sexual pleasure, but for the purposes of this essay, rakan finds immense pleasure in receiving pain during cock and ball torture. albeit he is not receptive to some of these activities, such as “genital piercing” and debatably “wax play,” he is very much an advocate of gential spanking, ball-busting, urethral play, etc. this stems from rakan’s innate desire to have all attention on him. not to be confused with accepting bad attention as good attention, cock and ball torture, as an art form, should be consensual on both sides to him, even if he must undergo some form of humiliation.

with that being said, rakan finds great joy in participating in cock and ball torture. while he opts to be on the receiving end of things, coming from the side of him that is masochistic in nature. some will argue against this idea, attempting to refute this argument with “masochism does not align with rakan’s charismatic exterior,” and while i wish to agree with them, there is a particular line within league of legends that implies rakan is, indeed, leaning towards the masochistic side of sexual pleasure. this becomes evident in one of his quotes with his partner xayah, in which they have this brief exchange:

to obtain scars, one must acquire wounds. to acquire said wounds, one must undergo pain. rakan’s acceptance of xayah’s desire, whilst sounding chipper about it, supports the argument that he is, indeed, a masochist; ergo, being on the receiving end of cock and ball torture is a high possibility than saying he has no such desire.

ultimately, rakan enjoys the idea of cock and ball torture and would willingly participate in it given the chance. thank you for reading my essay!

CITATIONS:

Langdridge, Darren, and Meg Barker. Safe, Sane, and Consensual: Contemporary Perspectives on Sadomasochism. Palgrave Macmillan, 2013.

“Rakan/Quotes.” League of Legends Wiki, leagueoflegends.fandom.com/wiki/Rakan/Quotes.

League fanart! ^^

???     ///     herdream.

❛  wh - what are dreams made of, you ask?  ❜  the fawn stutters,  ❛  why … they are what you make ‘em …!  ❜  she giggles  —  the other is far from wholly human, what an interesting being! but she has listened to his distant dreams, she could hear them in the gentle night. they are warm, filled with love  &  fun! oh, so much fun! does he remember her, perhaps? in the dream, did he feel her presence listening in? did he notice her watching?  ❛  daydreams, mid - morning dreams, night dreams, oh, oh, a - and dusk dreams! do … do you remember … ? i  —  i, oh how embarrassing   —  ❜  @feyquil​​

              interesting.     a bit unexpected,     but interesting nonetheless.     dreams,     the symbols that offer refuge    &    hope,     they're whatever one wants them to be   ?     if a dream can be anything,     then can a dream be everything   ?     if a dream could be everything,     then perhaps a dream could be tangible     —————     if a dream could be tangible,     a dream could be edible    &    by extension,     the sweet delicacy humans have named chocolate.     what was he talking about again   ?

              ❛     remember   ?     ❜     attention brought back at her query,     cerulean hues fixed on her delicate features,     lips pressing against each other tight as he hums.     remember,     remember     ...     ❛     sorry,     can't say i do   !     ❜     chance of knowing one another through dreams alone   ?     a definite possibility   !     for rakan,     however,     he opts to remember the fleeting moments of euphoria    &    peace that consistently exist throughout his dreams.     ❛     no need to be embarrassed,     stranger   !!     i asked you a question,     only fair you get to ask one right back.     ❜

meme.     /     selectively accepting.

@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.     ❜

              downtime is not a rarity.     living without care in the world is a motto he's since subscribed to,     adhering to such hedonistic law for no other reason than to gain pleasure     ———     a lack of care for trivial matters that humans fret over allowed gates of new possibilities to be opened,     surpassed as all continue to wallow    &    drown in pools of responsibility.     though he is one to quell these worries with song    &    dance,     it is ephemeral,     contained within the space he's intruded graced with his presence.     rakan is free     ———     to remain collective    &    silent,     gazing upon nature's finest work,     the trees that stretch towards the azure sky above,     the relaxing grass he considers comfortable enough to be a bed,     the foreboding man whose primal voice pierces through the tranquil silence of the moment.     wait,     what   ?

              ❛     huh,     not even going to give me your name first or anything   ?     at least a compliment on my good looks   ?     ❜     it's not a deliberate remark to avoid the question,     he just takes offense to those that fail to be captivated by his charms.     possibly because no such magic is being used.     perchance because this new individual isn't an average human.     lips curve upward with every intent,     finding new source of entertainment before him.     who was this guy   ?     ❛     darkin,     darkin     ...     ❜     feigns being lost within own thought process,     circling around varus,     hand rubbing at own chin,     humming to further accentuate elaborate lie.     soft chuckle,     he shrugs.     ❛     nope,     sorry.     don't think i know anything about the darkin.     ❜

The patience of a hunter bridles even the superlative of lust that is his primal instinct to kill  —  not yet, he chides himself. The quiver of his accursed bow is only half-way drawn, the faintest glimpses of vermilion flickering where the string is at its tensest, but the bow is not aimed. What he seeks is answers, not the heart of the airy Vastayan that he stalks. 

He finally approaches close enough to where Varus hides. The soft grass rustles in his wake, and Varus rounds the corner, approaching deliberately, like a snake. His voice is a foreign growl in his ears, primitive and guttural. 

“You. Tell me, what do you know about the Darkin?”

@feyquil​ / sc.

'' 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