Unprompted.     /     always Accepting   !!

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.

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.

the real bruh moment is rakan having blue eyes in official art but green eyes in his in game model

𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐒.

bolded is yes

italics is conditional or partner-dependent.

𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒  &  𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒.

submissive  /  dominant /  prefers to top /  prefers to bottom  / likes to switch  /  heterosexual  / heteroflexible  /  gay  /  lesbian  / bisexual  / pansexual  /  asexual  /  demisexual  / enjoys sex with men  /  enjoys sex with women /  enjoys sex with genderfluid,  agender,  demigender,  or non-binary individuals /  enjoys sex with all genders regardless of how they identify  / enjoys sex with multiple people at a time  / enjoys intimacy with women  / enjoys intimacy with men  / enjoys intimacy with genderfluid,  agender,  demigender,  or non-binary individuals  / enjoys intimacy with all genders regardless of how they identify / initiates /  waits for partner to initiate  /  spits  /  swallows /  morning sex /  night sex / sex any time  /  no sex drive  /  low sex drive  /  average sex drive  /  high sex drive /  hypersexual  /  fluctuating sex drive

𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘  &  𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄.

slender build  /  medium build  /  athletic build /  muscular build  /  curvy build  / voluptuous build  /  chubby build  /  wears boxers /  wears boxer-briefs  /  wears lingerie  /  goes commando / shaves  /  trims  /  waxes does not shave  /  waxes  / cup size a-c  / cup size d-f  /  1-5”  in  length  /  6-9” in length  /  10” or over in length

𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐒.

silent  /  quiet / loud / grows in volume over time  /  bites hand /  partner  / pillow to muffle to themselves / calls out partners name  /  curses  /  fakes  /  exaggerates  / prefers a quiet partner / prefers a loud partner  /  prefers a partner who grows in volume over time  / turned on by dirty talk /  turned off by dirty talk

𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍-𝐎𝐍𝐒  &  𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒.

having their hands pinned  /  pinning their partner’s hands / having their hair pulled / pulling their partner’s hair / being watched ( by their  partner ) /  being watched  ( by a third party )  / watching their partner / receiving oral /  giving oral / giving praise / receiving praise / biting or marking  / being bitten or marked  / spanking  /  being spanked / teasing  / being teased / having toys used on them  /  using toys on their partner /  giving anal  / receiving anal /  choking  / being choked / dirty talk / being tied up  / tying their partner up /  being worshiped / worshiping their partner /  humiliating / being humiliated  / degrading  / being degraded /  knife play  /  edge play  /  blood play  /  being pegged  / pegging their partner  / whipping /  being whipped

𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐒.

bedroom  /  shower / bath / pool / ocean /  kitchen / home bathroom /  public bathroom  / car / tent /  alleyway / field  / forest /  school  /  empty or abandoned building  / library /  rooftop / terrace  /  dressing room /  elevator /  parking lot  /  museum  /  cemetery  / beach  / closet /  hospital

i threw the idea to @ettards​ and so i gotta say it here

even though summoner’s rift isn’t canon, rakan is definitely the type of person who, if he’s teamed up w/ someone he’s had a night with before, he’s Likely to gank that person. only to then go into a bush w/ them and ask them if they’re up for a quickie. he also puts a control ward down just to spot any enemy wards in said bush, take them down, pretend he recalled w/ the laner n then like.......either blows them or eats them out 😗 LHGDJLDFJ

goggles.     ///     yi-dashi.

Dance was notunknown to Yi, which was perhaps why he’d been drawn to the performance in the first place.Plenty of his people had been dancers, and in Rakan he found some form of nostalgia. When the people of Wuju could not apply their sword-crafts to battle or contests, their grace became art. To the beat of drums, a curated form of swordplay hadcome alive in performance. Back then, Yihad ignored any mentors of the arts, preferring swords for their edges ratherthan aesthetics. There were many more important things to be done, he told them all. Whywould he need to remember every single Wuju play?

That thinkinghad got him to the present, standing before the other with flurries of compliments. Butthe nostalgia grew bitter the longer he pondered it. How much had he forgotten?

“… What isnew?” He offered, after shaking off his simmering malaise. The other’s bravado was much more captivating than thoughts of the past, “Acknowledgement of workwell done? Surely, I would hope you are given more credit for the performance youprovide? You speak as if you are aware of your own skill, and I suppose they would not host you here if not for the skill of it. Thepractice is apparent, and I am hope you are not the only one telling yourself this.”

Stroking athis beard, the Bladesman’s lenses clunked back into theircasings suddenly. Behind them, the man found himself wincing as hebecame aware of a missed introduction. That, and the name ‘Goggles,’ which seemed to slap him for his missed formality. Not very palatable to his ears certainly, and his first instinct was to scold the Vastayan for it. But be polite, Yi. Thatwas the least he could offer. Let it go once, and make sure he has no reason to call you it again.

He steadiedhis expression, and his goggles along with it, as he continued with his measured tone, “Ah, I think I have gotten ahead of myself. Please forgive me Rakan, I have not thought to announce myself. It is not Goggles, as yousay. I am known as Master Yi. I travel widely, and I was not expecting to spendmy time here this day. So, if you have things you must attend to, please do notlet this man keep you. If you would tell me more of your dances however, I would surely be interested in hearing it.”

At least that gave him an exit, if he’d truly managed to offend.

              such a new song to settle upon his ears,     appealing to some base desire that yearns for praise    &    attention     (   oh,     how it dwells in his heart   !   ),     rekindling the passionate fire of his heart that continuously reminds him of this skill's benefits    :    the endless praise from others,     their attention,    &    their inevitable admiration held for none but rakan,     rakan,     rakan.     hah,     to stroke massive ego could be considered folly to some,     albeit rakan feels differently.     this praise is divine,     it is a pleasure he indulges himself in,     caring not for the scorn directed towards him through malevolent gazes     ———     envy,     repulsive sentiment he understands all too well     ———     but beauty's irresistible grace allows him to persevere,     to continue his performance without worry of what others thought.

              ❛     you'd be surprised,     goggles   !     ❜     again with the nickname,     escaping past lips naturally,     at a smooth ease the world could not compete with.     coolness itself,     is rakan in that moment.     'till he recognizes own blunder     /     stranger had been naught but kind to him     (   but within lies an expectation of kindness from all   !!   )     hah,     only a fool would believe that.     it is only luck that he's not being chased down by yet another angry guard with hopes of capturing for his feathers,     or perhaps his head.     ❛     sorry,     sorry,     that was my bad.     master yi,     right   ?     ❜     took a moment,     certainly,     but he's quick to correct himself,     purely out of courtesy     (     that,    &    he'd like to try to remember this guy's name.   )     ❛     i just don't get that sort of praise often,     really.     lot of clapping,     cheering,    &    staring,     but who can blame 'em   ?     either way,     it feels nice to have someone know i work pretty damn hard on each dance   !     ❜

              oh,     but don't let him speak of those countless nights where spirit of song    &    dance resonate within him,     indulging himself in that selfish pleasure of dance,     song   !!     the true passion that feels like his calling,     that feels right down to every sweet melody.     it matters not if it's from dusk to dawn,     it is the happiness conjured from each second that mattered   !

              ❛     aaaaaaaanyway,     ❜     after brief pause,     voice fills the air again,     waiting's too boring    &    leaving honored guest without answer to query is way too rude.     abandoning the routinely,     rather lonesome evening after a festival sounds pleasing.     a taste of something new surely was needed,     even if it wasn't a sweet,     chocolatey delicacy.     ❛     if you wanna hear all about my dancing,     then i could tell you all about 'em   !     maybe even show you some,     too.     consider yourself my guest of honor   !!     err,     though i don't exactly have a place.     i just wander around.     ❜

im gonna try smth…… ♥ this post so i can hop in ur IMs to try & discuss character dynamics between rakan and ur muse(s)!

nice draven cosplay

draven wants what i have

I FOUND THIS IN SOMEONE'S RULES, AND IT'S RELEVANT

I like to know my writing partner. This isn’t always necessary, and if you’re not the sort of person who tries to get chummy with their roleplaying buddies, that’s absolutely fine, but in my experience, the plots and characters that last the longest are the ones with the players that I can message at 3 in the morning with an idea without feeling like I’m bothering them.