So Can Y’all Get Yone’s Name Right Now? Or???

today... rakan “say so” fancam. tomorrow? who knows what y’all might get...

( credit: motion, model, stage )

unprompted.     /     always accepting   !!

@iixesha​ said :   GIVE ME BACK MY GODDAMN GLASSES.

yeah not happening-

              ❛     uh,     about that.     ❜     rakan   ?     nervous   ?     no,     no,     it's surely feigned.     he's not one to be so easily intimidated by anything,     especially not jayce's experiment of the day.     ❛     i actually have to be somewhere else.     duty calls    &    all that.     think we could try this     ...     whatever this is some other time   ?     ❜       ///       @friendsinthefrost​

💞 💏

💞 Would your muse ever consider a threesome (or more!)

yeeeep! without a doubt. rakan’s the kind of guy who’d be down for a threesome or more – only bc the more the merrier, really!

💏 When did your muse have their first kiss?

if i had to think deeply on it, i’d say it was probably around his adolescence ( whenever the hell that might be for lhotlan vastaya, i don’t exactly have any specific details on that if i’m honest ), flirting with whichever girl he found himself attracted to, charming her with his good looks, smooth words, until they kissed. now, was it perfect? hell no, it was awkward as hell, bc rakan didn’t rly know how to give a kiss. sure, he heard about it, but never really experienced it. needless to say, he now knows when and when not to use his teeth lmao

              ❛     i don't really get it.     ❜     far more differences than he'd imagine,     rengar had more of a penchant for hunting than,     say,     dancing,     magic,     freedom   !!     only perceived similarity would be their titles as wanderers.     to travel across ionia    &    discover what this land had in store for them,     that was where their goals aligned or overlapped even a little bit,     right   ?     ❛     hunting   ?     not really my thing.     now,     if we're talking about dancing,     i'm sure i could teach you a thing or two   !     ❜       ///       @prxdestvkler

unprompted.     /     always accepting   !!

@quartlet​ said :   grasps his chin 😇

              how peculiar.     to have chin grasped like this is meant to be perceived as a gift,     the culmination of a warmth between two souls that dance,     dance.     /     one is meant to reign over land,     protect the greenery that nature's heavenly touch graced,     her teachings sacred    &    a promise of growth.     to nurture these small seeds into blooming flowers of varying hues,     conjuring a mosaic that man - made fabric could not wish to surpass that beauty,     they could not wish to replicate it,     for man's hands serve nature.     the other is meant to dwell within the depths of the ocean,     where few know that nature's touch cannot ever forge a bond between land    &    sea.     yes,     it does not matter how ravishing that presented exterior is,     it matters not what bonny colors he adorns     (   that is all he shall ever know   ),     mysteries lie abundant beyond this serene shore,     yet cerulean hues be only granted a perspective on what is meant to be seen.     the darkness beyond cannot be trod through so easily,     for freedom's end lies at those darkened depths that beckon him.     /

              this is no dance of warmth.     there is no innate love to be had.     what they have   ?     it's different,     but he is not caged.     to leave one's zone of comfort is to spread these wings    &    delve into the world's gifts,     to travel is to journey    &    experiment with what brings joy.     sharing that with others is so truly a virtue few have,     but to reject the side of him that is tempted    &    tempted    &    tempted by this man is to reject himself.     to dance with khada jhin is to accept the dangers of life,     it's to partake in elation through unorthodox means,     shun by level - headed ones that so feared placing their hearts in the hands of death's disciple.     (   what is reason if not an object that obstructs one from mingling with what is deemed pernicious   ?     what is reason if not what impedes growth.   )     is this growth   ?     don't ask him.     to live in the moment without worrying over future is a motto he's so since followed,    &    what great joy it brings him.

              ❛     oh,     so     ...     you wanted to touch me   ?     ❜     to not make an implication of the sort would be uncharacteristic,     to leave the virtuoso without a response would be to reject the self.     each sense in rakan's body is rising,     electrifying nearly,     shudder only barely escaping his lips as an icy touch is felt at bare back.     he hums.     leans into the touch,     their actions could speak for them.     a poem need not be spoken.     let it be performed,     let it be a stage where the only audience is they,     intertwined by a merciless fate.     what,     oh what could be more lovely than this   ?     ❛     going for my chin,     i'd rather you touch me somewhere else.     ❜     hand shifts,     journeys over to the only part where there's exposed skin,     pads gentle in their approach,     carefully touching bicep 'till one digit,     two digits,     three dance onward,     halting before forearm,     only to feel the expanse of skin as they rise once more,     firm grip near jhin's shoulder.     don't stop what you're doing.     ❛     unless     ...     maybe you want to be the one that gets touched tonight   ?     ❜     an open offer.     an open mind.     this dance they have is liberating.     many have clamored over how mystery itself should be feared.     the mystery of khada jhin,     however,     has successfully allured him.

boss.     ///     halvett.

          BANTER  SUCH  AS  THIS  IS  commonplace  in  the  life  of  a  pit  fighter ;  the  type  of  clothing  he  wears ,  whether  hewn  from  rough  fabric  or  fine  silk ,  means  nothing  but  the  end  of  one  battle  and  the  beginning  of  another .  (  Being  clad  in  luxury  matters  little  in  the  face  of  a  living ,  breathing  challenge   ————   and  agile ,  glib  and  witty  as  Rakan  may  be ,  Sett  will  respond  to  his  taunts  with  a  smile .  )  “  Do  I  now ?  ”  he  responds ,  matching  Rakan’s  sneer  with  a  fanged  one  of  his  own .  “  Think  my  track  record  says  enough  about  my  strength ,  don’t’cha  think ?  Oh ,  but  wait   ——   I  forget  you  don’t  keep  track  of  that  kinda  thing .  ”  He  shifts ,  takes  a  single  step  towards  Rakan  to  make  to  invade  his  personal  space ,  posture  the  perfect  mix  of  arrogant  and  playful .  Two  can  play  at  this  game ,  and  dancing  is  nothing  if  not  another  form  of  combat .  “  I  could  set  up  a  demonstration  in  the  ring  if  you’re  willin’  to  dance ,  pretty  boy .  ”

              HOW A SMILE CAN CONVEY     delicacy in its most rich forms,     how it is attributed to moments of peace    &    dulcet times where chaos had been so denied entrance to maintain this conjured serenity.     but what of those smiles whose purpose is to taunt,     whose sole purpose is to stir chaos,     to invoke a muse that shall witness acts of violence,     dutifully performed for naught but entertainment.     (   this was fun,     this was a show,     &    though two may stand center stage,     rakan is beauty's gift upon the world.     sett is yet another face in rakan's audience.   )

              ❛     do you know who you're talking to   ?     ❜     not once does he falter in the face of danger,     even as he comes closer,     there is no reason to lose upright posture    ;    no,     rakan challenges him,     he is one to always smirk    &    laugh in the face of adversity   !!     laugh,     laugh he does,     not hearty,     as it's a mere chuckle.     the boss of the pits must know the truth    :    he does not fear him,     especially when one wishes to duel him in his own craft.     (   that     ...     is what he meant,     right   ?   )     ❛     rakan,     charmer,     best dancer in all of ionia.     seriously,     challenging me to a dance,     you sure about that   ?     i thought fighting was more your style,     but who am i to deny anyone a dance   !?     ❜     hyped up,     step forward,     preparing himself for supposed dance battle.     he was here to fight,     but this works,     too   !

xayah/rakan for a prompt

when u ks your duo

the end.     ///     quartlet.

LAUGHTER PEELS FROM THE VOID BELOW,   the sound curdles and quivers,  unfurling vast tapestries of discordant clangs and pinches of pink noise.  He laughs.  laughs in the face of hopelessness,   laughs for all the putty flesh that makes him,  him.  may he lose himself in this sound,  in the lights ahead and all around.  trillions of them,  distant and dead from this vantage point.  they breathe their last sigh before bowing unto the encroaching Darkness,  the era of black holes and pristine emptiness unwound and unbound,  the era of rogue planets spinning into ad infinitum until their iron cores consume them from the inside out.  how they scream !  how they dream !  how they die  !  HE LAUGHS.  He mourns.  He weeps for no others may dare try,  no tears can be wetted upon a vast cheek. 

❛  NO,  you did not,  DiD yOu ? ❜  those last words are snatched by a static pulse,  a static hum.  it skips and fragments.  dislodged from all meaning yet perfectly riddling itself inside cosmic bones and welts of nebulae.   at this,  the God Without a Throne bends,  His unforeseeable eye narrows while laughter dies at the cavern of His might throat.  when it ends,  so too does a dead star’s drawn out agony before He peels it apart,  carves it up like satin,  splays it across the sky before it bubbles and foams into lesser atoms.  drawing lines with the sickled tips of claws,  almost lazily,  thoughtlessly.  

how fortunate this one is,  to be a creature of somewhat significance,  his guts not entirely composed of organic matter,  for deep down there were flecks of stardust.   in fact,  He could gaze into the depths of his soul.  find every knick and knot.  pull back and laugh again at the simplicity.  He does not such thing,  instead,  He merely stares and stares and stares.  unblinking.  unflinching.  wild choruses reverberate across a thousand lightyears,  their instant breaks into eternity as their throats are ripped from their bodies in a ceremony of entropy.  stone cold moons orbit in the distance,  suns follow behind,  then all at once they are swallowed whole.  ❛  but you did it for her  … ❜  spoke He,  ❛  did you not ?  you took all the darkness that lay dormant inside you both,  you consumed it WhOlE in hopes to bring about salvation.  ❜

another cackle wretches from the beyond.  the voice was high pitched,  clammy,  scratching.  then another one bows into boils of laughter,  then another after that,  until there is another wicked choir set on mocking the little soul before them.  He does nothing.  He does not laugh.  what liquid matter swirled inside that eye turns its attention to the side,  and before long,  the laughter stops.  the supermassive black hole gurgling at his side also gazes beyond,  far beyond,  unto everything and nothing.  it hungers and so does He. a hushed,  ancient purr fills rakan’s weary ears this time.  were he anyone else,  the sound alone would have carved his mind into half.  ❛  pitiful little guardian,  i should destroy you here and now for your failure,  yet  …  i am a BeNeVoLeNt god.  i will offer you a chance. ❜ 

              O,     STARS ABOVE   !!     how your gleaming presence was filled with lies upon lies,     how each twinkle was nary a sign of hope,     each was hushed deceit to manipulate star guardian from young.     //     ah,     how destiny once held benign promise of freedom,     to grant power of flight through mere action of accepting contract that has bounded him to this fate,     to see his name next to those who have fallen   !!!     his dreams,     that of jubilant singer whose comrades were the very stars themselves,     a star who shined like no other,     a guardian that offered benevolence    &    promises of a future hope to the stars that have so nurtured him from young age,     who have meticulously watched every move,     every quiet night he sung,     every passionate dance performed     ———     the stars were no audience,     they were initial saviors that furthered his passion     //     bah,     but what is passion for one who's been consumed by darkness of the galaxy,     who,     in reality,     resigned freedom to fall for a light that cares not for those it deems worthy guardians.

              each vocable leaving this malevolent god did not sound real.     reality had been distorted,     reality's once intact mirror had been shattered,     it is no longer chained by the rules of logic nor the everyday occurrences.     the sun was no longer the mighty light that graced them with vision,     that aided life's tasks with ease,     that dawned beyond the horizon with promises of a new day    &    the vibrant hope that lied within its grasp.     it was irresistible.     to reject the sun's light   ?     unimaginable.     even as a guardian,     fighting for the first light's honeyed promises of doing the right thing    &    saving the stars,     the sun had always been revered for its might.     to see what once shined so brilliantly be crushed with ease,     it defies all precedents of his perceived reality.     all is fair game.     he is nothing.     status of a guardian greatly diminished when curtain unveiled the horrors that lied beyond mundane tasks    :    what gods of total destruction the first light kept secret from them,     there is no strength in donning facade against them,     no hope,     no hope,     even if he wishes not to reveal the miseries deep within,     the grief dying starlight holds within him,     there is no use in hiding.

              ❛     i did it for her.     ❜    damned pity,     from a god who knows naught of his plight.     he is bold,     blasphemous,     furious.     grit teeth,     surely baring them as means to intimidate,     barely containing anger against supposed hand that is of a deceptive warmth,     one that may offer a promise,    a sliver of hope,     but he's had it with hope.     hope is not the foundation for brighter future,     it is the ruination   !!     it is what impedes growth,     it is what led him to his fate.     to reject this hand is to reject hope.     ❛     &    i'd do it again.     again    &    again.     ❜     daring,     daring,     limbs moving without thought put into each action, advancing towards the large form,     as if to face it.     face him.     face the end.     ❛     you think i'd take another chance   ?     the same way the first light offered a chance to be a star guardian   ?     the way i was offered a chance to be alive again,     only to lose a huge part of me   ?     i don't give a damn if you're a bene     ...     benevu- whatever, point is,     i'm done taking chances.     you offering one won't make a difference.     you destroy.     you don't create life.     ❜