Feyquil - * LIVE TO DANCE !

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

unprompted.     /     always accepting   !!

@defensator​ said :   so YOU are an eleven? hah!

              ❛     yeah,     did i stutter   ?     ❜     oh,     look,     a smirk curves at his lips.     he's pressed the right buttons    &    he's gonna keep at it.     ❛     come on,     if you want to be an eleven,     you gotta have better hearing than that,     old man   !     or is age starting to catch up to you   ?     ❜

though loosely enforced before due to an array of circumstances, this blog is now officially 18+ !! if you are under the age of 18, i ask that you please unfollow, softblock, hardblock, whatever works best for you. 

rakan has appeared! what to do?

flatter marry leave hug

varus.     ///     vengearrow.

So the Darkin have been lost to time, recorded in the annals of history as demons; debauched beasts that haunt the past, their presence in the present ever fading. The mortals say the Darkin are monstrous, when so many monsters and heroes, even wretched gods, are all cut from the same cloth. Oh, so many monsters lauded as great men. It makes Varus sneer with contempt, his eyes smoldering balefully. He has lived in the sore absence of such ignorance for so long, after all, festering with burning resentment in the repressive darkness of that damned cage. After all of his years in damnation, he has thought: it was a great mistake to seal him and his kin away instead of destroying them all, to think that they could bury their ghosts. 

“My name is Varus. I am the arrow of retribution, and I will pierce you for forgetting your kind’s sins.” He spares not an inkling of intrigue for Rakan’s charms; there is only that cold, familiar anger, and it sings to him with renewed vigor. His corrupted hand clenches around his crystalline bow, and vermillion flickers around its limbs, coursing like lightning around the center, until the shape of an arrow is formed and howling with energy. Varus raises the bow, aiming right for the heart. With this arrow, he would teach this carefree Vastayan terror and silence. “I gift you this pain to remember me by. Savor it.”

              TO LIVE IS TO SIN.     to live a life without sin is to not have live at all,     for sins come in variations,     one's sin could be simple lie to lovely maiden in attempt to charm    &    seduce her,     yet another's sin could be the blood on their hands,     reliving each grotesque,     vivid memory over    &    over,     praying for deliverance from this grief that burdens them.     ah,     the many faces he's seen,     albeit this one's unique     (   bonny,     even.     every part   ),     lusting for revenge.     how amusing the thought.     to fall for temptation of revenge to don bravado of a false justice for the darkin,     whatever that was.     how utterly wicked man can be,     how each is so interwoven with sin itself.     in his long years alive,     the cycle of sin shall endlessly repeat,    &    that only bestows more responsibility on others     —————     it is not his problem.     he is candidate free from responsibility's task,     one to laugh at free entertainment.     for once,     he is the audience.     this is no different.

              ❛     oh,     wow,     that's really cool.     the arrow looks pretty nice.     ❜     insouciant in his approach,     hand is placed atop own hip,     digits curling ever so slightly,     adopting collected posture with that sneer.     face him,     darkin,     watch as the corners of his lips curve upward,     high up,     how he truly does not show a smidgen of concern over this endeavor   !!     varus is a new source of entertainment,     the gift not pain,     but the forthcoming laughs he is to thoroughly enjoy from each missed arrow.     a dancer must be swift to survive in his craft.     ❛     i'm into pain,     don't get me wrong,     buuuut     ...     ❜     pleasant hum,     simply stepping to the side,     showing his defiance with ease.     ❛     i think i'll pass on the gift right now   !     but thanks for the offer,     varus.     rakan's still got to show off his dance moves to everyone in ionia,     you understand   ?     ❜

so. we doing nsfw hcs, huh? let’s do this.

rakan’s dick is literally just seven inches. yes he takes pride in it. 

rakan likes to switch, through and through! while he’s happy to mostly give up the position of control n let someone top him, he also likes topping, so like. don’t write him off as just a bottom 100% of the time!

rakan’s nipples n pecs are sensitive, it’s the area where he likes to be touched the most! just groping him there, grabbing his nipples and playing with them a bit, that’s enough to make him flinch & let out a heavy breath, absolutely refusing to moan. ofc, if you’re persistent, he’s bound to moan at some point.

he’s really good with his mouth, probably because he doesn’t have a gag reflex? but aside from that, it’s likely because he knows how to use his tongue, how to suck someone off real good without any problem.

rakan’s a missionary type of guy, and that’s that on that. be it for a simple fuck n go or one of the more intimate moments where hearts become one, he will opt mostly for mission. unless you want to ride him -- or he rides you? that’s an exception he’s willing to make.

speaking of simple fucks and intimate moments, how rakan goes about the two is very different. one is mere fuckbuddy potential or one night stand, the other is if he truly, deeply cares for you enough to love you. in the former, his movements are more impatient, or he’s working slow to deliberately tease & get you to bed. everything feels more desperate, more hungry. if it’s intimate, he takes his time, really does, and in lieu of whispering dirty phrases, meant to turn you on, he’s working specifically to try and make you feel loved. comforted. he’s incredibly passionate, asks you if you’re enjoying it, if you’re ok, he prioritizes your comfort the most. it’s not a simple minimal conquest for pleasure, it’s his time to show you how much he loves you through his actions & not just his words. it’s one of the few times he abandons his cocky demeanor to be serious and put you at the forefront. it’s his method of loving.

...............anyway he likes scratching your back if you’re topping him. he wants to leave his own marks one way or another. speaking of marking, please kiss and bite his neck. he loves that. likewise, he’ll do the same, whenever given the opportunity!

ALSO AFTERCARE. he’s really good at aftercare. there’s always going to be praise and cuddles after sex. well. depending on the muse ig FDLJHFDLJH

rakan’s willing to try anything once, honestly? but if he doesn’t like it he’ll let u know, just so they never rly do it again.

rakan isn’t afraid to use his charms to try and seduce someone, since all is fair in love and war. ofc, the sex there is bound to be shallow, since you might see him as an object to derive pleasure from, just as he’ll see you.

this is honestly just an idea more than it is a hc but. can u use magic during sex? no? well now you can! i say fuck the orthodox principles that try to bound me LFDJHDFH

kayn.     ///     inumbrate.

for @feyquil  /  lyric starters  /  accepting.

❛ there’s a vulture on my shoulder and he’s telling me to give in… always hissing right in my ear like it’s coming from my own head… ❜    his first words come low in a whisper as a subtle ache pulses at his temple, it wasn’t one of his best night’s sleep. hesitance is admittedly palpable, not aiming to shatter rakan’s ever optimistic seeming mood… but he crave the other’s encouragement,    ❛ … it’s got me mixed up, trying not to give up — tell me there’s a way to get out of here. ❜   [  fixed at zero by versaemerge  ]

              ❛     don't fall for it.     that's what you have to do first.     ❜     &    onward do his words of encouragement come,     drawn out with a natural ease,     he could deceive one into thinking this was a common trait of his.     it wasn't.     not necessarily.     optimism bloomed at his heart,     yes,     albeit never has he continuously used it for a human.     except for kayn,     but he doesn't mind.     he can't.     knowing what hell he's faced,     sympathy    &    empathy bring out dulcet songs of inspiration.     not     ...     actual songs,     though.     ❛     you can't give up so easily,     y'know   ?     it's     ...     part of the battle.     not giving up,     giving it all you've got 'till the end   !     try thinkin' of yourself in some sort of tunnel or forest.     it's dark    &    everything around you's trying to get you to give up.     but look at that   !     a helping hand,     ❜     up comes his own hand extended towards him with brightest,     elated grin.     rakan thinks it adds a bit more pizzazz to the story.     ❛     it can't help you in your battle,     but it's a reminder that it's there to help.     there's a way out,     a light,     you know it   !     ❜

???     ///     voracites.

In   the   past   she’d   heard   similar   questions   from   others   dressed   in   black      &      red,   but   when   they   came   from   an   equal   the   sparkle   of   surprise   she   thought   dead   shimmered   anew   within   jade   optics.   An   equal   asking   about   the   decision   she’d   taken   always   sounded   like   judgement   rather   than   curiosity     (      perhaps   because   part   of   her   understood   the   implicit   treason      ),      &      although   sinking   claws   into   golden   feathers   was   a   quick   solution   to   the   discomfort   he’d   awaken   the   woman   never   abandoned   her   lax   stance.   With   dropped   shoulders      &      arms   folder   underneath   her   bosom   the   growing   tension   was   only   visible   in   contrasted   pupils,   perhaps   in   the   uneasy   flick   of   pointy   appendages   attached   to   crimson   crown   as   well   if   one   put   enough   attention.      ❝      You   are   quite   a   curious   bird,   aren’t   you      ?      Better   be   careful   with   that   tongue,   you   never   know   who   is   eager   to   get   a   new   one.      ❞ The   corners   of   scarlet-coated   lips   rose   for   a   cynical   smile   to   appear,      &      with   a   low   chortle   the   subject   was   avoided   for   as   long   as   she   refused   to   provide   an   answer.   She   couldn’t   stop   others   from   speaking   their   mind   just   like   they   couldn’t   force   a   tease   to   become   an   honest   reveal,   as   the   vastaya   enjoyed   it   like   a   domestic   feline   about   to   get   away   with   its   own   game   before   deciding   to   please   the   flashing   creature.      ❝      Not   a   spell   nor   coercion      ;      it’s   just   my   desire.      ———   What   I   crave   for   is   bonded   to   humans      &      through   false   obedience   they   loose   their   grip,   you   should   try   my   methods   sometime.      ❞      Guiding   one   clawed   digit   toward   his   chin   the   kiilash   found   a   moment   to   hold   his   face   in   place,   sharp   keratin   lightly   pressed   against   soft   flesh.   Katarina   didn’t   aim   to   hurt   his   skin   but   the   circling   motion   wasn’t   fondly   received   when   she   was   the   person   being   inspected,   so   better   was   to   encourage   his   steps   to   halt   if   he   hadn’t   decided   to   stop   already.      ❝      But   let’s   talk   about   you   instead.   The   capital   is   bare   meters   away      &      you   keep   wandering   like   nothing,   is   there   anything   in   particular   you’re   looking   for      ?      ❞

              inquisitive mind is rewarded with the curiosity of another,     hoping to bask in the light of rakan's own secrets,     his reason for being so near the capital.     what truth could he offer,     now matter how faux it may sound   ?     his curiosity got the best of him,     causing him to gravitate towards subservient kiilash     (   no,     she just mentioned her obedience wasn't genuine in any way.     a sly one she is,     if he's honest   ).     albeit he could conjure up a lie from his gut,     he wasn't granted much liberty,     what with her hands being in current possession of his face.     one wrong move    &    he may,     truly,     experience her true wrath.     murderous.     domineering.     death's hand is hers to command.     he's intrigued,     notwithstanding the fact his tracks were put to a halt.

              ❛     no special reason.     ❜     there,      a glib remark in his attempt to fool her.     cunning can rakan be,     knowing full well that it took to survive even the harshest human,     the deadliest beings of life.     naturally,     his object of perfect synergy     (   the one whose love captivated him,     whose feathers as sharp as her silver tongue   )     was missing,     so any attempt at combat could prove far too risky.     ❛     just thought i could help a lost kitty was all.     ❜     condescending comes his remark,     chuckle emitting from his throat.     his statement was the exact opposite of being careful,     who is he to deny a moment of fun,     a moment of that carefree nature he's come to oh,     so love.     he won't die.     not when he's got a cause to see to fruition alongside her.     ❛     you don't need my help,     from the looks of it.     ❜     there's truth to his words now,     head tilting to the side slightly,     curve of his lips raising to form that smug grin.

this is @feyquil​ asking me to play sett just to suplex him for a fucking icon

i liked for this.     /     always accepting   !!

@vengearrow​ said :   "Rakan... hold still for a second." Varus reaches for the back of his scarf, lifting the amulet out from underneath, and places it around Rakan's neck. The red jewel shimmers brilliantly in the sun on his chest, and Varus hums in approval. "As I thought... it looks good on you. Keep it."

              this warmth shall not go unnoticed.     to avert his gaze from it would be a betrayal of the heart's desires,     to silence an enlightened song of passion a deadly move that must not be executed     ———     pessimistic perceptions may insist on silencing it,     all in attempt to facilitate darkness's entrance to his heart,     its only motivation to deter rakan from chosen path     //     to stray from what heart deems right is to betray his beliefs,     to forsake what his heart beats for   !!     despite how convoluted the matters in his heart are,     to reject them is to reject himself.     growing sense of camaraderie between them nurtured through meticulous hands that cared for blooming flower,     growing,     living at base of his heart.     travel has only strengthened its resolve,     invoked muse to experience breath of life,     longed for after times of pure peril,     times where life itself had nearly been taken from rakan.     (   oh,     what's life without a little danger   ?   )

              beyond such delicate flora its seeds,     budding feeling of romance masked beneath guise of friendship,     very one he dared not break yet.     how peculiar such love came to be,     how unnaturally natural did it feel to fight at his side,     for their fates to be bounded to one another,     walking along same path,     shoulder to shoulder,     initially perceived impossibility becoming their reality.     through each conversation,     through each battle,     through each smile they offered one another at night's silence,     where naught but the stars are their witness     ...     through it all,     it became natural.     natural to be at his side,     where he belongs.     not for the warmth he provides     ——     said warmth a virtue,     albeit afterthought to the true prize    :    varus himself.     very man that gifts him amulet,     that accepts perceived reality of intertwined fates.     in this together 'till bitter end.

              ❛     thanks     ...     i think it looks good on me,     too   !!     ❜     he jests,     it's natural,     praise for himself,     bonafide chuckle emitting from his throat.     he hums,     observes the amulet for moment,     considering its color,     its significance,     how great it looked on varus,     how good it looks on him.     eventually,     he decides.     screw subtlety.     ❛     'course,     it looks just as nice on you.     then again     ...     there's never been a moment where you look bad at all.     you're pretty easy on the eyes.     ❜     see the grin forming on his lips   ?     see the rise of his brows,     the evident gaze that neared longing every passing second.     this road's destination     ...     shall it be cut short,     or shall it prove fruitful   ?     lady luck,     smile down on him.