Not To Be Sappy On Main But God. This Line.

                     rule number three, wear your heart on your cheek;                                but never on your sleeve, unless you wanna taste defeat.

                          — green oak, written by zacharie. established october 2020.

non-rp blogs don’t reblog. promo credit.

aight since i saw some interest, here’s a league of legends rpc discord server! :)c

be sure to read the rules!

my support wanted to learn how to play Xayah so we ended up w/ what is essentially a personality-swapped bird duo

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.

              ❛     we sure made it out of that one,     huh   ?     ❜     another mission where he'd gone astray from the plan,     opting to follow his own instincts that dictated his actions should revolve around distracting the guards     (   not too far off from the original plan,     but he had no time to worry over minute details   ),     proven successful with the execution of another rescue.     despite their success,     far too many close calls drew them closer toward's death's dance,     yet their energy toppled over even death itself     ———     so long as there is that guarantee that he can protect xayah,     the strength to prevail shall never falter to the harsh winds of death.     his strength,     a fire,     will always be rekindled in those moments.     then,     later,     attempt to lighten any burden that her heart may bear.     ❛     you all right,     xayah   ?     you look a little tired.     ❜       ///       @blcdecaller​

*chucks a 🏆 at his forehead*

how do u feel abt my rakan?

SNIFF.....MY FOREHEAD HURTS...BUT IT’S THE PAIN OF VALIDATION AND FRIENDSHIP. THANK YOU...

unprompted.     /     always accepting   !!

@halvett​ said :   Don't mind him, Sett's just sizing Rakan up and down with a smile. "You really are the /biggest/ himbo this side of Ionia, and I say that in the nicest way possible."

              that's a new one.     he's never heard that word before,     not really.     there were certain terms that the humans used to communicate that he didn't quite understand.     sometimes they sounded like some sort of amalgamation of two different words,     or a peculiar instance where it was entirely new    &    original.     it was almost beautiful.     (   the humans feared them for being different,     yet they embraced these novel terms they create     ———     it's strange.     was it due to the fact it was conceived by them,     or the mere fact they got used to such terms   ?     man,     who knows.   )     it's nothing to fret over,     as their beauty could never surpass his.      then again,     he was the most eye - catching thing,     how could he expect anyone or any thing to compete   ?     even something as strange as that word.

              ❛     himbo,     himbo     ...     ❜     it's a test.     an attempt to speak it,     understand it,     process it.     such a hefty task,     his brows furrow    &    his eyes shut as he ponders over the word.     maybe if he thought hard enough,     he could garner its true meaning,     but alas     ...     he opts to adopt his own definition,     perhaps not too far off from the true meaning.     ❛     dunno what that means,     but i'll take it as a compliment   !!     ❜     hearty laugh,     followed by a radiant grin    &    confidence in his every word.     ❛     i'm the best himbo ionia's ever seen   !     ❜     yeah,     it definitely fits.

              ❛     do i     ...     recognize you   ?     ❜     is this information that he's supposed to know   ?     are vastaya now expected to understand    &    process all of the information that is whispered    &    shared between the humans   ?     absolutely not.     hand travels short distance to rub nape of own neck,     canvas of his face colored with confusion     (   heart on his sleeve,     or heart on his face   ?     perhaps too much heart is the issue   ).     lips part for a moment,     as if to speak,     only for them to purse    &    consider his next words carefully.     to hell with it.     ❛     nope,     sorry,     you don't look familiar at all.     ❜       ///       @prodigal-ezreal​

oh yeah btw, rakan’s bio got updated and uh.......i’m gonna stick to his old lore. y’all can officially consider this blog canon divergent now!

Xayah & Rakan by 뱁세오(Bebseo)