OBSESSED WITH THIS I NEED TO IMMORTALIZE IT LDFHKJDFLKJFG

*taps my mic* rakan is sexy thank u

unprompted.     /     always accepting   !!

@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.

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   ?     ❜

Walt Whitman, ‘Song of Myself’, Leaves of Grass

[Text ID: “This is the touch of my lips to yours… this is murmur of yearning,”]

do you have a cloaca just curious

uhhhhhhhhh one way to find out huh ????

              ❛     i don't really get it.     ❜     far more differences than he'd imagine,     rengar had more of a penchant for hunting than,     say,     dancing,     magic,     freedom   !!     only perceived similarity would be their titles as wanderers.     to travel across ionia    &    discover what this land had in store for them,     that was where their goals aligned or overlapped even a little bit,     right   ?     ❛     hunting   ?     not really my thing.     now,     if we're talking about dancing,     i'm sure i could teach you a thing or two   !     ❜       ///       @prxdestvkler

if you think i don’t go through the efforts for friends. @feyquil had me get into a custom league match with him on the enemy team as rakan and me as sett so he could capture a gif of sett slamming rakan into the ground.

we were in there for nearly 35 minutes to get the shot right

ahri.     ///     vuikusen.

❛ you almost took a nasty fall there. guess you should be thankful i caught you on time! ❜  @feyquil·

she was - in fact , he had caught her perfectly within his grasp as a shield immediately enveloped her for several moments only for the vixen to be let go . Ahri is thankful and it shows on her expression , bright golden eyes remaining on the Vastayans own before she clears her throat & flattens out her skirt . “ Thank you Rakan . “  

Casually does she say this , a little huff to her breath as she had actually been SAVED by the taller .  how embarrassing … . well , just a little at least which is why there had been red staining the fox’s cheeks .  

“  almost - i’m sure I would have been fine . . “ 

              ❛     what   ?     c'mon,     who knows what would've happened   !     ❜     lips curve up into a smug grin,     every intent to bring her attention to him    &    have her acknowledge his majestic catch,     accompanied with the glamorous dash that brought about the brief shield to protect her from the fall.     excessive   ?     perhaps to the layperson,     yet rakan's far from that.     a craving for any forms of attention guiding his careful actions for his audience's praise.     her simple thank you was enough for him.      ❛     we can't have you or your pretty face get messed up from a fall,     right   ?     you're still a dependable ally in this fight,     after all.    ❜     he pauses,     chuckle forming at the base of his throat    &    sneaking past his lips.     ❛     just remember i'm the more beautiful of the two,     yeah   ?     ❜

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cant fuckinf write rn so heres the answer to that ask you sent in

since rakan wanted 2 be nosey, he got a look at how ekkos curiosity led to a bunch of bad doodles n studies #neeeeerd

WHAAAAA I DIDN’T EXPECT THIS AT ALL FDJHDLFKJH THIS IS SO PRETTY…these doodles are so nice and i can feel a lot of fluidity emanating from them, i love it!       ///       @chronodriven