Unprompted.     /     always Accepting   !!

i hate @feyquil​ so fucking much -

              ❛     it's a bit peculiar,     don't you think   ?     ❜     there's an attempt to catch her off guard,     catch her while she's alone     ——     dangerous woman whose capabilities demonstrates a forte for naught but one thing,     per his observing eye    :    killing.     hell,     one misstep is all it takes    &    he's certain that she'd have thirty different ways to kill him planned out.     granted,     he approaches her with caution,     yet can't help but wonder what compelled him to approach her in the first place     (   no,     he knows,     he knows   !     curiosity,     ever the stubborn mistress,     guides him.     a desire to know prevails above every sense that wishes to avert itself from danger.     ❛     a vastaya doing the bidding of a human     ...     ❜     rakan coos,     circling around her slowly,     noticing the distinct features on her personage that resembles that of a feline     —     he's intrigued.     ❛     you under a spell   ?     they got dirt on you   ?     ❜

x     ///     @voracites

aight time to start writing here again! like this for a starter of varying length! no cap!

whats  your  muses  position?

oh well, that’s that on that!

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   ?     ❜

boss.     ///     halvett.

          BANTER  SUCH  AS  THIS  IS  commonplace  in  the  life  of  a  pit  fighter ;  the  type  of  clothing  he  wears ,  whether  hewn  from  rough  fabric  or  fine  silk ,  means  nothing  but  the  end  of  one  battle  and  the  beginning  of  another .  (  Being  clad  in  luxury  matters  little  in  the  face  of  a  living ,  breathing  challenge   ————   and  agile ,  glib  and  witty  as  Rakan  may  be ,  Sett  will  respond  to  his  taunts  with  a  smile .  )  “  Do  I  now ?  ”  he  responds ,  matching  Rakan’s  sneer  with  a  fanged  one  of  his  own .  “  Think  my  track  record  says  enough  about  my  strength ,  don’t’cha  think ?  Oh ,  but  wait   ——   I  forget  you  don’t  keep  track  of  that  kinda  thing .  ”  He  shifts ,  takes  a  single  step  towards  Rakan  to  make  to  invade  his  personal  space ,  posture  the  perfect  mix  of  arrogant  and  playful .  Two  can  play  at  this  game ,  and  dancing  is  nothing  if  not  another  form  of  combat .  “  I  could  set  up  a  demonstration  in  the  ring  if  you’re  willin’  to  dance ,  pretty  boy .  ”

              HOW A SMILE CAN CONVEY     delicacy in its most rich forms,     how it is attributed to moments of peace    &    dulcet times where chaos had been so denied entrance to maintain this conjured serenity.     but what of those smiles whose purpose is to taunt,     whose sole purpose is to stir chaos,     to invoke a muse that shall witness acts of violence,     dutifully performed for naught but entertainment.     (   this was fun,     this was a show,     &    though two may stand center stage,     rakan is beauty's gift upon the world.     sett is yet another face in rakan's audience.   )

              ❛     do you know who you're talking to   ?     ❜     not once does he falter in the face of danger,     even as he comes closer,     there is no reason to lose upright posture    ;    no,     rakan challenges him,     he is one to always smirk    &    laugh in the face of adversity   !!     laugh,     laugh he does,     not hearty,     as it's a mere chuckle.     the boss of the pits must know the truth    :    he does not fear him,     especially when one wishes to duel him in his own craft.     (   that     ...     is what he meant,     right   ?   )     ❛     rakan,     charmer,     best dancer in all of ionia.     seriously,     challenging me to a dance,     you sure about that   ?     i thought fighting was more your style,     but who am i to deny anyone a dance   !?     ❜     hyped up,     step forward,     preparing himself for supposed dance battle.     he was here to fight,     but this works,     too   !

kayn.      ///      shadowhelmed.

      𝐊𝐀𝐘𝐍’𝐒 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐍 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐘, 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐆𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃 how his explanation could possibly be complicated for the Vastaya. As someone who’s spent nearly a decade in the Shadow Order, none of it is complicated to him—it is a piece of him, a part that he will not & cannot cut out. It comes to him naturally; envelops his form in curling tattoos & a corrupted flesh. But apparently, as Rakan looks to Kayn with supremely DISORIENTED eyes, Kayn’s explanation isn’t quite as good at his own comprehension.

      He sighs, squinting & lifting a hand to scratch at the back of his head. Rakan’s words tell him that he DEFINITELY doesn’t understand. Kayn’s hands gesture vaguely.        “ 𝑾𝒆’𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆. 𝑰 … 𝒅𝒐 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔—𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒑𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 … 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒆𝒍𝒔𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒊𝒕, 𝒕𝒐𝒐. ”        He pauses.        “ 𝑨𝒍𝒔𝒐 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝑵𝒐𝒙𝒖𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒃𝒂𝒈𝒆. ”

              ❛     but you're already great,     aren't you   ?     ❜     there's no leaps in logic,     a desire to be great is one thing,     but already being great is another,     isn't it   ?     his thought is merely vocalized without prior thought,     serving as both an independent statement    &    a compliment from the heart.     doesn't everyone see it   ?     ❛     you think nobody sees it   ?     i think they do   !     ❜     a bit too enthusiastic in his approach,     limb comes up for a hand to rub at own chin inquisitively,     pondering,     wondering,     before declaring another charismatic statement.     ❛     you're the only guy that can catch up to me    &    kick my ass,     i'm sure that's worth something.     ❜

              ❛     listen,     if someone from this noxus place is giving you a hard time,     lemme deal with them.     ❜     cocky.     way too cocky,     for someone that knows naught of how fierce their warriors are,     he's only heard tales of it,     albeit marks it off as simple fear overtaking one's heart at their stature,     not their might.     they were all tall,     after all,     though that does not equate to being strong.     he thinks this as a tall person himself.     ❛     promise i can handle it without getting a scratch.     though,     if i did get scratched,     that'd be another scar,     which isn't necessarily a bad thing   !     ❜     it only serves to accentuate his beauty,     in his eyes.

"you're a bird right?" brow raises, chin held high as it always did. calloused fingers hold out what appears to be a bunch of chocolate eggs. "here, thought y'might like these then."

              ❛     oh   !?     ❜     maybe he should find it a bit unsettling,     the mere thought of a gift for him being chocolate eggs.     sure,     he's technically half bird if one were to give any specific labels to his person,     but no consideration is given to it.     his focus is on the captivating chocolate eggs,     curious    &    amused by the sudden kindness from sett of all people.     he snatches them,     shoves them into his mouth,     bites them     (   sure,     there's some chewing,     if anyone would call it such.     for the most part,     however,     it's nothing but a horrifying scene is what it is   ),     then swallows.     ❛     thanks for the treat,     i'll see you later   !     ❜     if he lives to see the day,     of course.     pray he can digest chocolate.       ///       @calledcard

RULES: spell out your url with song titles, and then tag 10 people

f - fly! / genki rockets

e - esper world / final fantasy 6

y - your best american girl / mitski

q - qsay so / doja cat ( i’m not cheating )

u - unfulfilled / fire emblem: three houses

i - imagination forest / IA

l - let’s drop dead / neru

tagged by: @ekkological

tagging: @vuikusen @shadowhelmed @playfoul & anyone else who wants to do this have fun! ^_^

zed and his shadows are gonna show us some moves!!!!!

( credit: motion, model, stage )