Confess Something You've Thought About Me On Anon

lillia.     ///     herdream.

❛  oh … s - so you don’t  —  ❜  if her long droopy ears could drop any further they did now, despite being told she shouldn’t feel embarrassed —  how could she not? such a stupid question, lillia! stupid, stupid, st    —   ❛  l - lillia … my name’s lillia. ❜  she shares, ❛  is the … n - no. are the humans in your dream … truly like that?  ❜  a sudden question, but it gives way into the innocent curiosity that fuels violet hues. ❛  your dreams … they are warm, a - and so much fun! but … the humans … they make them … cold. are … are the humans … cold … ?  ❜

oh, how she wanted to learn about the world just outside the outskirts of these trees! but she remained here, alone amongst the wildlife  &  the dreams that greet her. so many dreams, sad, joyous. dark … so many dark dreams —  she was surprised when this person had managed to find her, even when she hid so well behind the trees  &  amongst the willowy branches … he found her!

              if he were oblivious to her sudden tonal shift,     to the underlying melancholy that's embellished within every syllable,     would he truly be rakan   ?     certainly not   !     attuned to his own sentiments grants him ability     (   if one could even call it that,     of course   )     to discern the emotions of others     ——     comes with his natural beauty,     what can he say   ?     that's all he needs to change his goal,     to uplift her spirits,     he's a charmer,     an entertainer,     what more does he need than his audience to smile for him   ?

              ❛     pleasured to meet you,     lillia   !     i'm sure you've heard of me,     ❜     confidence exudes from the smirk that grows onto his lips,     hand extended towards her,     albeit making certain to not so much as touch her.     his hope of her shaking his hand comes from the expectation she'll reach out.     scaring her away is not his intention,     to move about meticulously    &    carefully     ...     almost like a dance,     with a few extra steps.     ❛     but,     if you haven't     ...     rrrrakan,     ❜     emphasis on rolling the r sound,     simple effort to elicit even the smallest laugh,     the kindest smile.     ❛    the charmer,     the life of the party,     the most beautiful thing you'll ever see   !     ❜     hearty chuckle,     even if it's a slight one.

              ❛     as for the humans     ...     ❜     how peculiar.     that feeling of dreaming,     that feeling of conversing with another about a certain topic,     doing specific actions     ————     only for it to be mimicked in the real world,     a strong sense of familiarity,     have they met   ?     no,     no,     he's certain they haven't.     ❛     feel like i've told someone this before.     humans aren't bad,     ❜     is that the truth   ?     or is it merely a conjured lie perceived as reality   ?     some were good,     some held malevolent intentions,     whose fault is that   ?     ❛    but some of them     ...     ❜     how somber it felt now,     each word.     eyebrows furrowed,     lips pursed,     sky blue hues shifting towards extended hand,     thinking.     full of joy,     though he knows of the cruelty some display.     averting his eyes to that would not do him well.     thankfully,     he catches himself,     shakes his head    &    a bonafide grin grows onto his lips as his focus remains on lillia's eyes,     like soft lavender they were.     ❛     it's a long,     long story.     i'll just say they,     uh,     fear something they know nothing about.     magic.     you know about magic,     right lillia   ?     ❜

handsome.     ///     drorious.

❛  AHAHA-HAAA . you dance,  eh ?  light on yer feet ? i can show ya ‘ a REAL  tango , buddy . ❜

A LAUGH EXCEEDED HIS TONE in splatters of molten gold .  his hand  came to the height of his hip jutted outward only slightly. beauty and grace.  they both had it. however,  draven had  perfection matched by none.  his perfectly sculpted features and godlike regal personality was something to admire from across the seas and within the valleys of mountains .  he was DRAVEN .  the performer of the people . a name too big for just any  border .  many would say it was his inflated ego that was too big.   but look at him ?  how could such personality , such vibrant color, and such refined beauty be left to not be presented to the crowds ?  

the performer stepped, closer, closer ,  closer .  perhaps this effervescent feathery vastayan could prove interesting.  he was a performer, in ways .  there could be something fun to this.

❛   i   know,  yer like ‘ oh noxian , ewwww ! ‘ or somethin, but forget about that blah blah strength blah blah stuff and just take a moment to go ‘ oh,  handsome ! ‘ ❜

@feyquil·

              A WISH FOR PRAISE,     a wish to exhibit one's own skills,     it's an intriguing offer,     seeing one whose beauty is enough to rival his own.     perfection could never be a person,     rakan is a vastaya    &    perfection has chosen him as its successor.     he is the only performer,     the only one given the ability to bestow grins    &    mirth on others as he danced    &    they,     too,     joined his dance.     what is a performer like draven to be praised for   ?     simply his looks   ?     he won't accept it.     at least,     it's the initial reaction.     he thought all the praises were glib,     insincere,     for the possibility of there being someone hot like him   ?     an impossibility   !!

              ❛     takes two to tango,     i'll think on the offer.     ❜     to accept is to concede one is the greater performer,     to give up this art he's honed    &    is known for is a sin he refuses to commit.     no matter how tempting the offer,     no matter how dancer's legs mimicked the performer's own,     taking few steps closer,     using height as a leverage,     towering over him.     see his lax posture   ?     how he is at ease,     not at all threatened   ?     he has no reason to fear.     he knows he's perfect.     any admissions to draven being hot     ...     unnecessary,     but the thought certainly dwells.     ❛     question is     ...     you think you can keep up with me,     ❜     brief hum,     he opts to sate a small desire,     ❛     handsome   ?     ❜

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.     ❜

aight since i saw some interest, here’s a league of legends rpc discord server! :)c

be sure to read the rules!

@feyquil​ said:

defender of tomorrow? you need to defend your hair from whoever’s giving you a haircut like THAT!

martel swears a vein in his forehead his about to pop; as they stand, he can almost see it, the headlines—bird vastaya gives defender of tomorrow a heart attack! wow, what a great way to make his return to piltover memorable.

instead of letting anger get the best out of him, jayce approaches the vastaya with a smile (it’s more a show of his perfect pearly whites than a proper smile, but who really cares? he certainly doesn’t—). leaning in, he presses his index finger to the lhotan’s bare chest. “–you are so very lucky i can’t make you into skewer without ruining my reputation, bird boy, but lemme tell you something–” he grins, then, and he’s a far, far cry from the man on the posters. “there’s more than one way to skin a rabbit, or in your case, a parrot.”

The Eternal Dancers

after discussing with @4senna​ how rakan would use his charm to flirt with the starbucks barista and lower the price ( and mistakenly forget he’s actually at a subway ), i wanna show y’all the highlight of the conversation

NEW RAKAN SKIN LET’S FUCKING GOOOOO

i didn’t get to properly participate in sinday so i just wanna say: rakan has no gag reflex and he’s proud of it :)