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@death-from-below​ said :   [ praise ] uwu

              to relieve their desires.     that was the purpose of this,     no heart must drip onto his actions,     they must all be guided by a lecherous want that overtakes his body,     overrides emotion    &    reasonable thought     (   not like the latter mattered much here,     anyway   ),     allows each touch to be void of deep care,     only a superficial level of it is exhibited.     rakan is rough,     because he feels it's right,     because he knows that this is what pyke wants.     the mewls that escaped trembling lips were indicative of such,     stems from the touch at his chest,     where rakan's hands maintain their focus,     groping,     rubbing.     eliciting each whimper,     each moan that coalesced with clarity to form rakan's name drove him to further extents,     to continue touching    &    touching such a touch starved individual for no other purpose than to please.     himself   ?     pyke   ?     ...     a query without an absolute answer.

              ❛     yeah,     you like that   ?     ❜     there,     each feature shifts to form a smug countenance,     evincing his own amusement of pyke's words of praise,     the pleas that told him he's amazing at this.     the begging request,     don't stop,     it fuels rakan's ego.     pride dwells deep within his heart,     within this lust that burns through his body,     very one that has him pressed against pyke.     can he feel it   ?     it's a wonder,     but he's sure he can.     ❛     lose the mask,     babe     ...     ❜     a hand's travel is sluggish,     but eventually tugs at the bandana,     nonverbal request for its removal.     he wants to see him.     ❛     your eyes are nice,     but i wanna see you.     all of you.     ❜

𝙳𝙾𝙽'𝚃  𝙰𝚂𝙺  𝙷𝙸𝙼  𝙸𝙵  𝙷𝙴  𝙵𝙾𝚁𝙶𝙴𝚃𝚂 .   (   S.ett   of   RIOT’s   Lea.gue   of   Legends ,   by   your   local   goblin   bread   Rye !   Est .  May ,   2020 .   )   𝙱𝙴𝙲𝙰𝚄𝚂𝙴   𝙷𝙴   𝙽𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁   𝙵𝙾𝚁𝙶𝙴𝚃𝚂 .

idk who i haven’t interacted w/ yet so like. here’s an inbox call! hit that neat little like for rakan in ur inbox!!

really don’t have to say this, but don’t follow me if you’re racist, that includes making fun of other people’s accents! with love, a bilingual vnzlan! ^_^

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   ?     ❜

how do u feel abt my rakan?

I FEEL LIKE I’M GETTING REPETITIVE SO I JUST WANNA TELL ALL OF YOU......THANK YOU SO FUCKING MUCH I APPRECIATE ALL OF YOU SM!!

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

unprompted.     /     always accepting   !!

@quartlet​ said :   u are late for ur dick appointment

damn again   ?     guess we’ll have to do two dick sessions in one huh

the fuck’s a reply? writing...? bitch i’m gonna kill you

boss.     ///     halvett.

          “   PEOPLE  LIKE  THAT  ARE  ALL  talk  most  of  the  time .  Pretty  bold  t’  assume  I  care  about  what  they  say  ‘cause  lemme  tell  ya :  I  don’t  hide  behind  titles .  Someone  wants  me ,  they  get  me .  Usually  prove  ‘em  wrong  then .  ”

              ❛     gotta say,     that's one way to look at things   !     ❜     is it really   ?     or is he providing vocal filler to continue irking him.     he's aware of whom he's talking to,     what dangers lie ahead if he's to act chummy with someone who's not particularly friendly.     but that's just it.     danger is a thrill,     to perceive ire rising on their countenance     (   &    perhaps bait a swing   )     brought him the most pleasing laughs.     this was no different.     ❛     but are you as strong as you look   ?     even without that title   ?     'cause if you ask me,     you seem pretty run of the mill.     ❜     corners of lips curve into a sneer.     he's enjoying himself a little too much.