So Which One Of Y’alls Muses Is A Corrupted Star Guardian..............anyone?

yasuo.     ///     flowihnd.

         “  WHAT ?  CAN’T  A  HUMAN  WATCH  the  sunset  by  his  lonesome  without  it  being  considered  strange ?  ”  Perhaps  it  isn’t  the  most  orthodox  way  of  doing  so    ————    but  perching  himself  atop  a  tree  branch ,  flask  in  hand  and  nodachi  resting  across  his  knees ,  is  a  better  alternative  to  the  ground  (  and  the  people  )  below .  There  is  a  whisper  in  the  air ,  like  the  echo  of  a  distant  wind ,  that  speaks  in  ways  no  other  force  in  this  world  can   ——   and  with  the  familiar  comfort  of  alcohol’s  warmth ,  the  incoming  night  will  be  much  easier  to  bear .

         THAT ,  AND  THE  VASTAYA’S  UNEXPECTED  company .  “  You’re  thinking  I  could’ve  just  picked  the  ground ,  right ?  Hm .  Less  dangerous ,  sort  of .  But  I  do  like  living  on  the  edge .  ”         (  @feyquil· !  )

              ❛     it is pretty strange though,     don't you think   ?     ❜     yet who is he to dictate what's strange    &    what is not   ?     is he not the most eccentric guy all of ionia praises precisely for how unconventional he is   ?     tight - lipped hum emits from his throat,     only serving as a precursor to the subsequent attempt of climbing the tree     ——     fails once,     twice,     (   loud thud    &    whine indicative of such   ),     yet it is the third attempt where his plan has come to fruition   !!     he's now perched on a lone branch near yasuo,     only then realizing he can't even see him,     not even if he turns his head.     it's unfortunate,     buuuut     ...     ❛     a seat like this means you should be watching the moonrise,     not the sunset   !     ❜     proceeds to find a more comfortable posture,     legs crossing     ———     one over the other     ———     followed by lax limbs raising,     hands meeting at the back of his head,     digits interlacing    &    serving as a headrest     //     perhaps too carefree,     to focused on relaxing over the potential threat of falling down.     HOW UTTERLY RAKAN.

              ❛     what's that about living on the edge,     though   ?     gotta say,     life's fun with a little danger.     or,     in my case,     a lot of danger.     ❜     life is much too short to be concerned about the potential harm that could come out of it    ;    rather,     it's the entertainment that is far more rewarding,     seeing one come after him only to fail miserably.     even now,     he wonders if he's at risk of meeting the edge of yasuo's blade.     heh,     he'll cross that bridge if he ever gets to it,     the wind may be swift,     but not a swift as his dance.

what’s your muses’ position?

oh well

                  You didn’t kill all of us, and that mistake will be your undoing.

xayah/rakan for a prompt

what’s your underlying motif?

the orange.

whether it’s your sweet nature, breakaway cover, or your natural displays of intimacy, you have the undercurrent of the orange. a love language in itself, your nature makes others want to take a bite and enjoy the tang that you leave behind with your laughter. you remind others of a summer day, hot air, long nights, always hopeful you’ll never go away. in her poem “the orange” by wendy cope she said “i peeled it and shared it with robert and dave, they had quarters and i had a half” you’re generous and have much to give. she also said “this is peace and contentment, it’s new” well i say, it’s you.

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unprompted.     /     always accepting   !!

@iixesha​ said :   Scratches behind his ear. For science reasons

              ❛     huh   ?     ❜     he's not used to it,     having someone else scratch behind his ears.     sure,     they were as fluffy as they looked    &    certainly deserving of anyone's attention,     though what more captivating than his feathers he puts on display for all to marvel at   ?     sure,     his ears got some form of attention,     no matter how small,     but for them to be scratched   ?     nope,     that's new.     oh,    &    an itch he previously didn't have becomes apparent once ekko's fingers scratch behind his ears.     ❛     hold on,     lil bit more to the left     ———     too far.     more to the right,     aaaaaand     ...     ❜     there,     there's that damn itch   !!     ❛     right there   !     i could scratch it myself,     but i've got long nails.     don't wanna end up hurtin' my beautiful ears in the process,     y'know   ?     ❜

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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

goggles.     ///     yi-dashi.

Starter for @feyquil

Yi lurked at subtle distance from Rakan, only half aware that he was staring. Normally he didn’t care for incidental places passed along his way, or the celebrations they hosted. Normally, however, festivities weren’t accented by the flurry of dance, and the richness of Vastayan magic. His goggles had been caught, and there they remained to watch. Now, when all was done, he just had to think of something to say that would justify his prolonged gaze.

“… You certainly have the spirit of performance in you.” Yi commented eventually, when he found the right moment to approach. His lenses rolled with micro-adjustments, invisible candles seeming to flutter behind the fixtures as he grasped for his beard, “In a literal sense, perhaps? I could not say much to that, though this much I can say: You must dedicate a lot of time to your craft, yes? If not, then you are a raw talent the likes of which I have yet to see. I do not suspect that is so, however. I stand intrigued and impressed by any sort of dedication to a skill.”

The Bladesman offered a swift dip of his back with the last thought, hoping no awkward silences would find him when he rose again.

              dance is an art that must not be underestimated.     some may view it with scorn,     they may perceive each move futile,     fruitless,     &    as naught but hedonistic movements whose only purpose is to serve one's own sense of pleasure    &    enjoyment.     but,     oh,     it's more than that   !!     far,     far more than just that     ——     these festivals granted dance its opportunity to shine in the spotlight.     under that beauteous,     setting sun,     there is rakan at the center of these festivals,     allowed a moment for his song    &    dance to captivate an audience,     for their eyes to remain on him     (   oh,     how the rekindled fire in their eyes sated him   ),     for their cheers    &    jubilant grins to be for him,     caused all by him.     dance's intricacies are understood by he,     lhotlan vastaya whose dance continues eliciting the elated claps,     he is their beacon,     the epitome of being carefree,     to simply enjoy each moment.     his dance is as invigorating as it is inspiring.     a breath of life bestowed onto them by this art he's meticulously perfected to his standards.

              as his dance comes to a close,     a singular limb is brought up,     graceful    &    unbothered in its movement as it dramatically remains above his head.     held in place for a few moments,     as if to prolong their praise,     only to then transition into a theatrical final bow.     the crowd that once gazed    &    cheered for him begin dispersing,     their smiles a reminder to rakan    :    god damn is he good at what he does.     once he's no longer the center of attention,     it's his cue to leave,     to find the human's delicate sweet,     the chocolate he's long since craved.     such is the plan,     until he's approached by a man from the audience earlier.     huh,     he looks pretty cool.

              ❛     wow,     that's a new one.     ❜     chuckle emits from his throat,     pearly whites visible with the oncoming grin.     praise isn't uncommon,     it's welcomed at all times,     but to this degree   ?     he's rather flattered,     perhaps not only because he was mentioned to have the spirit of performance,     but the simple acknowledgement of his hard work     ...     he kinda likes it   !     ❛     thanks   !     what can i say   ?     i put a lot of practice into my dance,     gotta make sure it's beautiful    &    perfect,     just like me.     i can't settle for less.     ❜     it's his source of pride,     one of many sides to his vanity.     ❛     name's rakan by the way,     goggles   !     but,     you knew that already.     at least,     i think you did.     ❜

unprompted.     /     always accepting   !!

@shnpo​ said :   ?

              ❛     katarina,     ❜     so does lhotlan speak without prior thought,     hesitation's curse lost on him    ;    no thoughts were needed to address her,     a deadly rose whose thorns could make him bleed if he got too close.     her knives sharp,     her words sharper,     not exactly lacking on veracity with her moves     ———     he's seen her rise multiple times against those that dared to challenge her,     the blood they shed a crown she wore proudly,     scarlet hue of her locks a warning to all that dare cross her.     once again,     the announcers speaks another     'ENEMY PENTAKILL!'     before he speaks again.     ❛     ping me one more time,    &    i will throw myself into the enemy team again.     get fucked.     ❜