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

“ I’m not so sure if chocolate is the best thing for you to eat .... “ Ahri responds with uncertainty , keeping the box of chocolates near , almost CONTEMPLATING that maybe rice is better .

              ❛     aww,     don't worry about it   !     you're thinking about it too much.     ❜     so comes his reply,     azure hues fixated on delectable box of chocolates,     pondering on their sugary contents    &    thinking about eating them.     man,     oh man,     it's tantalizing,     watching delicate hands carefully hold the box near her frame,     as if to keep it out of his reach.     tempting,     really,     to simply snatch it from her possession    &    run off with it.     but,     that is not a gift at that point.     he wants it to have at least a sliver of value,     which is probably why he hasn't acted out on his desire.     ❛     hey,     you won't have anyone else to give that chocolate to,     right   ?     i wouldn't want you to make waste of that gift you poured your heart into.     so let me take it off your hands.     it's my own gift to you   !     ❜     that is,     in no way,     a two - way street.       ///       @vuikusen

would you, maybe, possibly, perhaps want to dream with me?

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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   ?     ❜

[Commission] Star Guardian Xayah & Rakan

rengar.     ///     prxdestvkler.

The male watched, a gaze of blue and gold, following the elegant movements of Rakan. Even his feathered facial features moved strangely as his thoughts shifted in his head. Rengar did not know what to really think of the other vastayan. They were vastly differently in appearance even despite their magic being of the same earth and ground. Vastayans were of all kinds and variations.  “You dance,” The feline spoke low, a cold rumble deep within his throat, “and I hunt but all for the same reason. It allows us to become what we are and what we should be.” His long tail curled idly, swiping across the tall grass and Rengar sniffed.  “If you think I need to learn such brandish moves then I would show you the strength of my claws. I do not need to twitter like a bird nor flaunt the color of my pelt.” The words curled his upper lip, teeth sharp with saliva and yellowed with age. 

              how different they were,     indeed   !     each physical attribute marked them vastly distinct from one another,     feathers dissimilar to the fur rengar doned.     rakan's clean    &    deceptively shiny pearly whites     (   a necessity to deliver charming grins,     for he is a charmer,     first    &    foremost   ),     even the near human qualities rakan possessed marked them different enough.     is it a shame that similarities are little to none   ?     no,     no,     that only makes things amusing for him.     the more differences,     the merrier,     he'd argue.

              ❛     man,     you sound old,     focusing on the attack if anything.     ❜     though not useless.     knowing one's way around a battle is a necessity.     spontaneous is that type of encounter,     albeit expecting the unexpected is a norm he's sure both of them have adopted.     what's entertaining    &    what's done for survival,     for sport,     are they truly as different as he perceives them to be   ?     ❛     buuut,     not bad.     you're right.     you do what you need to,     just to be the best version of yourself.     that's why i dance.     it's fun   !     ❜

cant fuckinf write rn so heres the answer to that ask you sent in

since rakan wanted 2 be nosey, he got a look at how ekkos curiosity led to a bunch of bad doodles n studies #neeeeerd

WHAAAAA I DIDN’T EXPECT THIS AT ALL FDJHDLFKJH THIS IS SO PRETTY…these doodles are so nice and i can feel a lot of fluidity emanating from them, i love it!       ///       @chronodriven

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   !!

since we’re doing shipping tier lists again :}