Star Guardian Rakan By 你是路过人间被藏在星河里的太阳

do you have a cloaca just curious

uhhhhhhhhh one way to find out huh ????

oh yeah here’s the whole mun v. muse deal!

im discussing this w/ @prodigal-ezreal but. sg rakan ( pre-corruption ) is just not good at getting hints FDLJHJHDK like if u have a crush on him there’s a high chance he Won’t Know You Do and that’s that on that.

unprompted.     /     always accepting   !!

@obsidiantias​ said :   “you do not seem fazed,” his tone is even, but his gaze does not betray his curiosity, despite how he reigns in his expressions. claws (once, they had been talons--) manicured into shape far more similar of that of human nails, zelgius looks away, into the distant crowd, nonchalant. "i suppose you must have seen others, then, not unlike myself."

              ❛     was that what you were worried about   ?     ❜     in spite of how dense many perceived him to be     (   &    how such truths lied within his audience that understands how information,     no matter how blatant,     cannot be processed at times.     if he perceives lack of connection,     then no such connection existed in the first place,     that is reality   ),     rakan had the capacity to observe    &    spot conflict between sentiments,     dependent on how it's presented on his exterior    &    the intonation of his voice.     zelgius was tough to crack,     an impenetrable fortress,     walls crafted by none other than him,     a mix between vastaya    &    human.     was such a truth reprehensible   ?

              ————————     NO.     shunning them was a commonality embraced by many,     but when has rakan ever abided by what they perceived as truth.     albeit he doesn't put much thought into complex matters such as those,     there's no reason for him to follow such arbitrary thought patterns.     betrayal,     abomination   ?     don't give him that crap.     one's duty in life is to not just be,     but live.     to live as a mix of the two     ...     where's the wrong in it   ?     what part did zelgius have to control any of that   ?     (   more than he realizes.     not once did sky blues grace hands with a glance,     'till now.   )     

              ❛     plenty.     ❜     when was the last time he'd met someone like him   ?     possibly long ago,     the details are hazy,     but rakan knows himself enough to say he's had encounters with others,     who they,     too,     had vastaya blood,     whilst having human blood course through their veins.     despite conjured prejudices,     they are not different in any way.     to him,     they are attuned with the wild magic from one side,     grounded by normalcy on the other,    &    even then,     that was their normal.     no such reason for him to judge zelgius on it.     ❛     who you are,     doesn't matter to me   !     those folks over there,     ❜     gestures towards distant crowd,     confident grin blooming onto his lips,     ❛     sure they look similar,     but betcha no one's dance is the exact same.     just similar.     even if each dance is different from the other,     there's nothing wrong with that in my eyes.     ❜     finally,     does his head turn to take a look at zelgius's face.     what complete control he had over the emotional side in him     //     what have you endured   ?     bare your heart to me.     even a tattered heart can be mended with support.     //     ❛     so give me a smile,     alright   ?     otherwise,     i'll have to make you dance with me again.     hope you've been practicing   !     ❜     hopes his foot isn't stepped on again.

EDITABLE REBLOGS NOT WORKING?  WORRY NOT!

so my editable reblogs finally broke.  after doing some 2am digging,  coming up with a redundant solution,  making an  ENTIRE TUTORIAL  for said redundant solution,  and realizing it’s useless,  i’ve got the answer to the problem for everyone.  i’ve joined the xkit support discord server,  and here is what’s been said about the issue so far:

TLDR;  EDITABLE REBLOGS WON’T WORK ON ORIGINAL POSTS,  BUT IT’LL WORK ON REBLOGS WITH REPLIES.  meaning if jane posts a starter and june replies to it  without using editable reblogs,  it’ll create this trail item.  so from then on out,  you can feel free to use xkit’s extension to your heart’s content.

so if you’re getting this issue,  the solution is simple:  DON’T USE XKIT ON THE FIRST REPLY.  yes,  it’ll be ugly,  but everything will be back to normal from there :)

meme.     /     accepting

@prodigal-ezreal​ said :   I really fucking love how cute and fucking unhinged you are. its amazing and it feels like we are in the same chaotic energy wavelength. Love ya!

nach u might make me cry wtf..........BUT IM SO GLAD WE’RE ON THE SAME CHAOTIC WAVELENGTH!! i try my best tbh, sometimes u gotta be the chaotic bitch u wanna see in this world! ALSO I LOVE U TOO!!!

unprompted.     /     always accepting   !!

@quartlet​ said :   what are rakan's opinions on cock and ball torture 400 word essay go

to understand the complexities of cock and ball torture is to understand that it is an art form now appreciated by contemporary society, scarcely touched upon by previous generations. naturally, this type of thinking can lead one to conclude that rakan’s tribe, the lhotlan vastaya, did not know nor practice about cock and ball torture. that is to say, rakan had figured out what cock and ball torture was only after coming into more contact with human society, be it other people in ionia, maybe some people from demacia, noxus, the freljord, etc. the point is, this art form was something he discovered through others. to say that rakan dislikes cock and ball torture would be a faux statement, it’s downright erroneous as rakan, for one, loves the feeling of having his dick or balls smacked until they’re red or hurting.

cock and ball torture hold a certain level of sadomasochism, the one inflicting the pain being considered the sadist, and the one receiving the pain being considered the masochist. in the psychological and medical analysis on sadomasochism, “safe, sane and consensual: contemporary perspectives on sadomasochism,” darren langridge et al. describes cock and ball torture to have directly painful activities such as “genital piercing, wax play, genital spanking, squeezing, ball-busting, genital flogging, urethral play, tickle torture, erotic electrostimulation, kneeing or kicking.” ( langridge et al., 2008 ) taking these factors into account, it must be noted that rakan is one who derives sexual pleasure from pain inflicted onto him. this is not to say that he would not harm another for sexual pleasure, but for the purposes of this essay, rakan finds immense pleasure in receiving pain during cock and ball torture. albeit he is not receptive to some of these activities, such as “genital piercing” and debatably “wax play,” he is very much an advocate of gential spanking, ball-busting, urethral play, etc. this stems from rakan’s innate desire to have all attention on him. not to be confused with accepting bad attention as good attention, cock and ball torture, as an art form, should be consensual on both sides to him, even if he must undergo some form of humiliation.

with that being said, rakan finds great joy in participating in cock and ball torture. while he opts to be on the receiving end of things, coming from the side of him that is masochistic in nature. some will argue against this idea, attempting to refute this argument with “masochism does not align with rakan’s charismatic exterior,” and while i wish to agree with them, there is a particular line within league of legends that implies rakan is, indeed, leaning towards the masochistic side of sexual pleasure. this becomes evident in one of his quotes with his partner xayah, in which they have this brief exchange:

to obtain scars, one must acquire wounds. to acquire said wounds, one must undergo pain. rakan’s acceptance of xayah’s desire, whilst sounding chipper about it, supports the argument that he is, indeed, a masochist; ergo, being on the receiving end of cock and ball torture is a high possibility than saying he has no such desire.

ultimately, rakan enjoys the idea of cock and ball torture and would willingly participate in it given the chance. thank you for reading my essay!

CITATIONS:

Langdridge, Darren, and Meg Barker. Safe, Sane, and Consensual: Contemporary Perspectives on Sadomasochism. Palgrave Macmillan, 2013.

“Rakan/Quotes.” League of Legends Wiki, leagueoflegends.fandom.com/wiki/Rakan/Quotes.

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@iixesha​ said :   Scratches behind his ear. For science reasons

              ❛     huh   ?     ❜     he's not used to it,     having someone else scratch behind his ears.     sure,     they were as fluffy as they looked    &    certainly deserving of anyone's attention,     though what more captivating than his feathers he puts on display for all to marvel at   ?     sure,     his ears got some form of attention,     no matter how small,     but for them to be scratched   ?     nope,     that's new.     oh,    &    an itch he previously didn't have becomes apparent once ekko's fingers scratch behind his ears.     ❛     hold on,     lil bit more to the left     ———     too far.     more to the right,     aaaaaand     ...     ❜     there,     there's that damn itch   !!     ❛     right there   !     i could scratch it myself,     but i've got long nails.     don't wanna end up hurtin' my beautiful ears in the process,     y'know   ?     ❜

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.

???     ///     yuanfena.

@feyquil·   asked :  ❛ sorry, looks like you’re involved! ❜HOWL’S MOVING CASTLE / ACCEPTING

      HIS SENSES  were still sharp even underneath the veil of alcohol , the thin fog cast over his mind a constant companion that no longer hindered him.  he had no intention of getting involved in anything , much less something that would bring undue attention to his person.  still, he couldn’t have stood by when five fighters thought it fair to tackle the ONE , even when it became apparently clear that this individual did not require his help.  his pointed steel swept through the still air in habit. the sword was clean of blood , all its cuts carried out by the sharp gales it summoned. 

    “ is that right? ”  his lids lowered over dark eyes , voice gruff underneath his high collar.  the wind picked up from all directions , steps lighter than the ones before - furtive.  “ i should have known,  ”   his steady gaze lifted to take rakan into his vision , a name he had heard carried in the whispers of the wind once , or twice , and had only really learned moments before.  a crooked smile tilted his lips , pressed towards his left ,    “ you look like trouble. ” 

              to commit folly    &    be chased by five fighters that had an acquired aptitude towards the art   ?     that is where a charmer's obliviousness becomes evident,     knowing naught of how fearsome foes may be     /     his idea appeared simple,     it was brief,     all for a small bit of entertainment acquired through riling up these guys.     the plan was to slip from their fingers,     a slippery dance that facilitated his escape    ;    he did not,     however,     account for how they might stick to him.     chase after him,     close that gap between them,     jump on him as if he were prey,     left with no escape route,     near its death     ———     too bad this bird has wings.     this bird has the benefit of the wind to keep him in life's flight a little longer,     his swan song shan't be sung yet   !     upon being rescued,     he takes his stand    &    walks on over to supposed   ' gallant knight '   with an all too jubilant gait,     as lively as ever.

              ❛     seems like you know of me,     huh   ?     ❜     hand comes up slow,     digit curls around his own chin,     humming    &    assessing yasuo's facial assets.     hm.     not exactly what he expected,     but beggars can't be choosers.     the wind's cry does not relent    &    he opts to say by warrior's side,     humming at conjured safe zone.     ❛     i am trouble,     let's get that straight.     ❜     fingers snap,     index pointing towards group of five.     ❛     follows me wherever i go.     take these guys,     for example.     ❜     smirk curls at his lips,     from ear to ear.     ❛     i dunno,     though.     danger always brought out my bad side.     it's just a lot of fun,     wouldn't you say,     stranger   ?     ❜     he's as loquacious as ever.