Unprompted.     /     always Accepting   !!

Star Guardian Rakan x Xayah by zaket07

(     *     VALENTINE’S DAY ALPHABET   !    

send some letters to find out more about my muse   !

A   :   AFFECTION.   how does your muse show affection?

B   :   BOUQUET.   does your muse like flowers? which ones are their favourite?

C   :   CHOCOLATE.   does your muse like chocolate? which one is their favourite?

D   :   DATE.   what is your muse’s ideal date? where / who with / etc?

E   :   EMBRACE.   does your muse like hugs? what are their hugs like?

F   :   FLIRT.   is your muse good at flirting? how do they flirt?

G   :   GIFT.   is your muse good at gift - giving or do they struggle to get it right?

H   :   HEART.   is your muse quick or slow to give their heart away?

I    :   I LOVE YOU.   does your muse find ‘i love you’ easy or hard to say?

J   :   JEALOUSY.   does your muse get jealous in a relationship?

K   :   KISS.   is your muse a good kisser? why / why not? 

L   :   LOVE.   who does your muse love?

M   :   MOONLIGHT.   what is your muse’s ideal date? where / who with / etc?

N   :   NAUGHTY.   what is your muse like in bed?

O   :   ODE.   does your muse have a way with words?

P   :   PARTNER.   what does your muse look for in a partner? looks / personality?

Q   :   QUESTION.   would your muse ask the big question or expect their partner to?

R   :   ROMANCE.   is your muse a romantic or a cynic?

S   :   SWEETHEART.   did your muse have a childhood sweetheart?

T   :   TRUE LOVE.   does your muse believe in true love?

U   :   UNREQUITED.   has your muse had their heart broken?

V   :   VALENTINE.   how does your muse feel about valentine’s day?

W  :   WEDDING.   would your muse get married? why / why not?

X   :   XOXO.   does your muse use / like pet names?

Y   :   YOURS.   does your muse get protective easily?

Z   :   ZZZ.   how many people has your muse slept with?

               BEAUTY IS THE DANCE THAT is alit with the flames of freedom, magic is the dance that prevails amid the attempts to suppress it    ;    yes,     his dance is free,     just as he is.     life's song has become intertwined with jovial vastaya,     recalling that new beginning with the sun's beauteous rise   !     one,     two,     three,     meticulously counting his steps,     preparing to charm those that bare witness to the swiftness of his boisterous dance   !     impress those gleaming eyes that wish to see the MAJESTIC,     BEAUTIFUL RAKAN make his grand entrance   !!!     let's not waste any time now.     come one,     come all    &    ———

                                           * LET’S    DANCE!

indie    &    private   rakan   from   league   of   legends     ///     loved by ric.

              ❛     hold on,     i don't get what you're saying.     why would you rather use a sword over a bow   ?     ❜       ///       @bxstiae​

unprompted.     /     always accepting   !!

@blightyh​ said :   nathanos vc: hey ugly

you really have to stop talking into the mirror like that, learn self love & all that jazz u know   ?

jhin.      ///      quartlet.

WHAT LIES YONDER THIS FALSE FACE  ?   what lies beyond any pound of flesh,  ruddy and rotten,  awaiting oblivion and only knowing the subtle kiss of decay at every waking moment since birth.  as far as most folk are concerned,  this perfect grin was his true face.  carved by his own hands,  fashioned by him and him alone.  no others could match it,  nor replicate each contour and porcelain edge that now looks back at the vastayan,  forever ebbing and flowing.  oh,  but he has so many others.  a weeping mask.  a furious mask.  a melancholic mask.  one set of eyes peeled atop another,  awaiting the day they will be molded into something new.  perfect.  pristine.  staic cold. 

❛   you may call me jhin. ❜   the name rolls off the back of his tongue,  moulded and screaming,  colouring the blinking spaces between them in a bloody violet.  the sound is accompanied by the dipping of a bow.  he practically purrs,  voice already entangled by an unseen manipulation that distorted and deepened his already heavy throat.  there are no other syllables.  only one (   and a thousand others  ).  only one chiming sound that taints the air,  intermingling saccharine sweetness and lavishness fitted for a nobleman’s wrist. it sounded like an omen but also a blessing.   khada jhin postured himself all too well,  so much so that it was so horribly frightening,  in the way he could come off so very pleasantly despite the underlying eerie gleam that travelled up the slope of his cloak. 

he knows the significance of a name.   perhaps that is why he pondered on giving a false one,  he has so many already,  it would be easy to string together fair - sounding chords.  no matter.   his head dips in a sidelong glance,  the cherry red wine of his gaze not once breaking from  summer blue.   ❛  now i have given up my own,  it is customary that you give yours. ❜

              PERFECTIONISM'S IDEOLOGY IS A DANGEROUS ONE,     demanding the utmost of one,     some may see it as motivator,     others will reprimand selves over inability of being able to reach that impossible hope,     faux    &    shining,     bright    &    warm for a deceptive comfort,     it was all a mistake.     /     none survive its depths,     that darkness's grasp,     no matter if metaphorical,     maintains steady grip on their being     ———     forget the corporeality,     it is the spirit in which it all lies.     with such low spirits,     they drown in a pool of doubts,     drown,     drown,     drown   !!!     /     but not him.

              his name     (   jhin,     was it   ?   )     ...     there is nothing he knows about him,     sans the name.     he is a stranger,    &    rakan ponders of the mask,     what it would take to crack it,     to see eternal grin,     etched onto the surface of what he deems as jhin's face,     crack.     /     that curtain has not been raised yet,     not 'till the show starts.     desire's urge brazen,     dictating a hasty act without thought,     take the mask off     ——————     he relents,     impatience strong,     yet is it not more fun to entertain himself with said impatience   ?     ponder,     ponder on what murderous intent could be evoked,     see meticulous man,     following perfection's decree,     fuck up in a search for vengeance   ?     ah,     how fun is the thought.     his time to strike is not now.

              ❛     you'd like to know my name   ?     ❜     an opportune moment to introduce himself,     make his name known to stranger that has not heard of whispers    &    praises of the dancer whose charms were everlasting,     whose love for party    &    freedom were what made him distinct from the rest.     /     has he noticed   ?     the flow of his voice when attached to each word,     each sound,     how rhythmic    &    natural it all was   ?     (   curiosity,     she is his reason,     she is what allows for radiant smirk to bloom,     as charismatic as sunlight.   )     ❛     a pleasure to meet you,     jhin,     i     ❜     slightly does he lean body forward,     limb at his side raises dramatically,     pads of each digit facing bright blue skies above,     &    he pauses.     dramatic effect.     in hopes of a laugh   ?     to mock   ?     who knows,     rakan just does.     ❛     am rrrrakan.     ❜     query answered with best intentions,     he now bends forward,     limb lowering,     'till a successful bow is given.     if he is to give his name,     it's only fair he makes it as flashy as possible.     all eyes on him.     even if an audience of one,     eccentric antics are never abandoned.

              ❛     finest dancer you'll ever meet,     ❜     now,     he gravitates towards masked man,     striding in an all too calm manner,     perhaps too mischievous for his own good.     ❛     that,    &    i'm known for     ...     ❜     upright at first,     though he opts to slouch forward once more,     as hand reaches to gently hold exposed hand,     perhaps the only natural part of him in rakan's eyes.     own hand raises jhin's,     toward rakan's face,     near his lips,     a true gentleman's greeting,     a kiss pressed against back of his hand all that's missing.    in its stead,     the threat of one with sneering lips,     curving upwards in its every joking intent.     he is coquettish for the thrill,     for his second quality,     ❛     my charms.     some just call me the charmer.     lucky you,     ❜     subsequent vocal vibrations are mirthful,     a chuckle to accompany this demeanor he's adopted.     cerulean seas afixed on eternally smiling mask,     daring to challenge the crimson roses that gazed back.     ❛     many would kill for a moment with me.     ❜     &    he retracts his hand,     taking a step back,     returning to his own personal bubble,     previous upright posture,     hand resting against his side.

unprompted.     /     always accepting   !!

@finalwhispers​ said :   He is very, /very/ fixated on Rakan's cape. Whatever that terrible crooner is saying, he doesn't care. He wants the cape. Perhaps some glitter in the eyes will serve as a good distraction.....

              &    so does he march on with each futile word that escapes him,     trivial matters of his own accomplishments,     the fame    &    glory that has followed throughout extensive travels     /     same ones where all regard him as a beacon,     a light that facilitates the mirth residing within all's fatigued hearts,     rakan is a benign gift from fate     ———     it is her apology delivered through one charismatic individual,     his desire naught but entertainment     ———     no matter how convoluted he may be.     /     dulcet vocalization of achievements serves no material purpose,     as a transient moment of elation stems from presupposed assumption of another's undivided attention     (   all eyes on him,     as he is at the center of life's stage,     the audience there to behold him   ).     elation's demise,     however,     came at the rise of a common truth    :    his   '   cape   '   was the true object of attention.     albeit such should cause newfound joy,     rakan finds confusion coloring his own features,     wondering     ...      wondering how a simple cape could captivate one more than,     say,     his feathers.

              ❛     hey,     ❜     initial attempt at gaining jhin's attention,     though he's sure his words fell upon deaf ears.     no reaction.     only a focused gaze on his cape.     what courses through his mind   ?     did he want a closer look   ?     ❛     are you looking at my cape   ?     ❜     vocalizes the query roaming in his mind,     subsequently humming    &    allowing a grin to form on his lips now.     hand travels to the side of his own   '   cape   '    &    he pulls on it slightly,     carefully,     to show off more of it.     ❛     pretty great color,     am i right   ?     looks good on me   !     ❜     his feathers were a far more beauteous sight than this deceitful cape   !!

              ❛     what you just used there     ...     ❜     there was no doubt in his heart,     it's beautiful even when a human uses it,     albeit different in its own way     ——     is it as free when they possess it   ?     is it restricted   ?      queries are conjured as he processes her methods,     cyans fixating on her countenance,     then slow do those orbs shift to gaze at her petite hands.     ❛     that was magic,     right   ?     ❜     features enter into silent conflict,     uncertain between looking perplexed or excited.     he opts for a smile,     appearing amiable,     even if it's only for a brief moment.     ❛     can you do it again   ?     i wanna see more of it   !     ❜       ///       @demacianmage​

Xayah & Rakan by 뱁세오(Bebseo)

goggles.     ///     yi-dashi.

Starter for @feyquil

Yi lurked at subtle distance from Rakan, only half aware that he was staring. Normally he didn’t care for incidental places passed along his way, or the celebrations they hosted. Normally, however, festivities weren’t accented by the flurry of dance, and the richness of Vastayan magic. His goggles had been caught, and there they remained to watch. Now, when all was done, he just had to think of something to say that would justify his prolonged gaze.

“… You certainly have the spirit of performance in you.” Yi commented eventually, when he found the right moment to approach. His lenses rolled with micro-adjustments, invisible candles seeming to flutter behind the fixtures as he grasped for his beard, “In a literal sense, perhaps? I could not say much to that, though this much I can say: You must dedicate a lot of time to your craft, yes? If not, then you are a raw talent the likes of which I have yet to see. I do not suspect that is so, however. I stand intrigued and impressed by any sort of dedication to a skill.”

The Bladesman offered a swift dip of his back with the last thought, hoping no awkward silences would find him when he rose again.

              dance is an art that must not be underestimated.     some may view it with scorn,     they may perceive each move futile,     fruitless,     &    as naught but hedonistic movements whose only purpose is to serve one's own sense of pleasure    &    enjoyment.     but,     oh,     it's more than that   !!     far,     far more than just that     ——     these festivals granted dance its opportunity to shine in the spotlight.     under that beauteous,     setting sun,     there is rakan at the center of these festivals,     allowed a moment for his song    &    dance to captivate an audience,     for their eyes to remain on him     (   oh,     how the rekindled fire in their eyes sated him   ),     for their cheers    &    jubilant grins to be for him,     caused all by him.     dance's intricacies are understood by he,     lhotlan vastaya whose dance continues eliciting the elated claps,     he is their beacon,     the epitome of being carefree,     to simply enjoy each moment.     his dance is as invigorating as it is inspiring.     a breath of life bestowed onto them by this art he's meticulously perfected to his standards.

              as his dance comes to a close,     a singular limb is brought up,     graceful    &    unbothered in its movement as it dramatically remains above his head.     held in place for a few moments,     as if to prolong their praise,     only to then transition into a theatrical final bow.     the crowd that once gazed    &    cheered for him begin dispersing,     their smiles a reminder to rakan    :    god damn is he good at what he does.     once he's no longer the center of attention,     it's his cue to leave,     to find the human's delicate sweet,     the chocolate he's long since craved.     such is the plan,     until he's approached by a man from the audience earlier.     huh,     he looks pretty cool.

              ❛     wow,     that's a new one.     ❜     chuckle emits from his throat,     pearly whites visible with the oncoming grin.     praise isn't uncommon,     it's welcomed at all times,     but to this degree   ?     he's rather flattered,     perhaps not only because he was mentioned to have the spirit of performance,     but the simple acknowledgement of his hard work     ...     he kinda likes it   !     ❛     thanks   !     what can i say   ?     i put a lot of practice into my dance,     gotta make sure it's beautiful    &    perfect,     just like me.     i can't settle for less.     ❜     it's his source of pride,     one of many sides to his vanity.     ❛     name's rakan by the way,     goggles   !     but,     you knew that already.     at least,     i think you did.     ❜