Unprompted.     /     always Accepting   !!

              ❛     you call yourself the boss,     but isn't that just a title you're hiding behind,     or something   ?     they usually say guys like you are the weakest of the bunch.     pretty interesting,     ain't it   ?     ❜       ///       @halvett​

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   ?     ❜

what are your character’s major flaws?  / headcanon prompt    +  ( naming at least 3 )

willing to sacrifice himself.   it’s not a secret to him that he’s willing to put his life on the line for xayah. rakan cares too much about her, he wouldn’t hesitate to sacrifice himself if it could ensure her safety, ensure her happiness, ensure her a brighter future, he’d be ok with trading his life for hers. he’s aware that it would hurt her. he’s aware the of the dire consequences, but he’s unwilling to change his ways. xayah is his world, & if it meant dying to protect his world, he wouldn’t need to think twice. this is the extent of his love & his care for her. whether she wholeheartedly accepts it or not, he doesn’t know, but he stays resolute on this choice he’s made.

excessively prideful.   one could describe him as narcissistic, a vastaya that’s self-centered without a lick of altruism -- scratching off the altruism part, they would be right. rakan is vain, & he’s not ashamed of it. he knows he looks good, he knows he dances good, & most importantly, he knows he fights good. his cockiness can either attract more people ( which, if it does, it’s fulfilling that desire for attention, so he deems this pride of his to have its perks ), or it can drive them away. one thing’s for sure, rakan’s pride is one of his greatest flaws.

impulsive as all hell.   no matter how much you may inform rakan of a schedule, a plan, anything, he’s bound to forsake it & opt for what he relies on best: his own instinct. while this benefits him, insofar the can improvise on the spot & make a plan work in an unorthodox manner, this impulsiveness could be the death of him. he is a man who follows his heart, acts on his gut’s warning or approval of a situation, all with one goal in mind: keeping xayah safe or keeping her out of danger.

tagged by: oh i stole this from quin and cole tagging: @shadowhelmed​ @vuikusen​ @foreignidol​ @finalsparke​ @quartlet​ @fraying​ @drakenskies​ n anyone else who wants to do this!

'' the moment i lose control, the shadows may awake their true nature and try to devour your flesh in order to gain a constant physical form. you probably like your flesh, do you not? "

              ❛     their true nature   ?     ❜     the implications are there,     that they are at his will.     his every command is law they abide by,     unless they break free of that control,     adopt that nature they so desire    &    scramble to nearest supposed victim for a physical form.     is that their intention   ?     his words ring true,     they're a blade,     a threat to silence him.     alas,     his thoughts lie elsewhere.     ❛     so,     you control them    &    you don't   !     at the same time   ?     that means you can make them do it,     or they do it by themselves   !     ❜     that definitely clears things up.       ///       @umbrasecta

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how do u feel abt my rakan?

FROSTY THIS VALIDATION FROM YOU.....IS THIS THE REAL FROSTY???? WHO ARE YOU

"Nice feathers, Lhotlan. Mind if I have a touch?"

              ❛     huh   ?     ❜     stranger's voice falls upon his ears    &    they twitch in curiosity.     first,     this isn't anyone he recognizes     ——     perhaps that's obvious from the way he's being addressed.     ' lhotlan. '     not many he knows address him as such.     it's enough to cause him to turn around,     quirk his brow at stranger    &    scrutinize every aspect of him    :    brown fur,     sharp teeth,     some patched of red near the top of his head     ...   ?     is that what that is   ?     he's not too certain,     but his eyes would never lie to him   !

              ❛     took an interest in my feathers,     didn't you   ?     what can i say,     i'm the embodiment of beauty   !     ❜     vain,     isn't he   ?     but how could he not be   ?     none had feathers more beauteous than his,     none had the unique orange hues that melted into yellows    &    mixed into green    &    yellows.     none had that same glimmer his had    ;    yes,     rakan's quills could be desired by many,     albeit he would never relinquish such a gift he's been granted   !     beauty is in the eye of the beholder,     though objective beauty is dictated by nature,     &    it has chosen him to be that objective beauty,     it disproves that underlying assumption of subjective beauty.     ❛     don't normally let just anyone touch,     but i guess i'll make an exception   !     ❜       ///       @shuriman-thief

meme.     /     accepting.

@shurima-demigod​ said :   [Good] because mun is curious and bored.

              IT'S A RATHER RARE OCCURRENCE FOR HIM,     finally finding one that is taller than him,     one rakan has to crane neck back for,     so that oceanic gems can be graced with the visage of the ascended    &    how hungry he looked.     yes,     he,     too,     wanted this.     hand at rakan's hip is evident of that,     very one that sunk sharp digits into him,     urging him to move forward,     urging desired friction.     (   he dares to defy an order such as his,     albeit lust's fire burns from within,     nasus wins this round for he may subdue vastaya who wears freedom's heart on his feathers.   )     rakan voraciously bucks his hips against nasus's,     sating the silent command he was given,     craving the electrifying friction that sparked something new,     very one that would excite ichor into traveling south,     south.     he's growing harder in his lap,     leaning forward with arms wrapped around his form,     body pressed against his,     arousal rubbing against defined torso,     ironic how tables have turned.     supposed advantage initially his,     perceived that his charms had nasus at first,     now   ?     perhaps it's the other way around,     not like rakan minds.

              ❛     ...     huh   ?     ❜     there's praise,     good boy,     assurance that by following his commands,     he does good.     who knew     ...     two words could fuel desire even more   ?     who knew that it would be why incisor sank into his bottom lip,     evokes a deep intake of breath,     before his own hand now travels down,     feeling the expanse of taut muscle on the way to nasus's chest.     he gently gropes,     steady gaze kept there before he,     yet again,     looks up     ———     an action he's not tired of     ———     &    allow a smirk to grow onto his lips.     he's digging this a little too much.     ❛     yeah,     guess i am.     normally i'd be a little more impatient,     maybe i am,     but     ...     ❜     he hums,     leaning forward,     proposal ready to slip through his lips.     ❛     call me that again,     i'll let you take the lead,     sound good   ?     ❜     as if nasus didn't already have this songbird wrapped around his finger already.

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