Y’all I Need Some Advice. I’m In A Slump Rn And Don’t Like Anything I Write -- I Feel Like I’ve

HOW  DO  YOU  NEED  TO  BE  LOVED ?

———     Casually,     the same way you love to breathe.

You want someone who will see your favorite flower and will give it to you, without even thinking about it. You want someone who will remember all the little details about you, the things so seemingly unimportant but that matter more than you thought they did. You want someone who will still be there, thirty years down the line, holding your hand while the two of you do two separate things. You want the intimacy of being known by someone who makes you feel safe. You don't want expensive dinners or grand proposals. You want someone who will love you consistently.

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unprompted.     /     always accepting   !!

@iixesha​ said :   "Your jawline is better than Jayce's not sure why its a debate"

              ❛     exactly,     someone gets it   !     ❜     is this the time to be boastful of his own looks   ?     absolutely.     though rakan holds confidence over his own beauty,     though he knows that no beauty in piltover could ever compare to the bonny features he,     as a vastaya,     holds,     this truth is only reinforced by the opinions of others.     that,    &    ekko's words were an additional fuel to the fire,     continuously keeping him at the top of beauty's hierarchy.     ❛     don't get me wrong,     jayce's jawline isn't bad,     but it's nothing compared to mine's.     plus,     why spend your time watching someone with graying hair when you've got feathers as colorful as mine   !!     ❜

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🌀 What are 3 of muse’s top kinks?

i already did rakan’s kink sorter here’s his top 3 kinks LFJHLDFKHLFH       ///       @death-from-below

just did a castrum run and randomly ran into @flowihnd​ there, what’re the odds!!!!

unexpected  things  about  today :  randomly  getting  put  in  the  same  FF/XIV  party  as  @feyquil .

goggles.     ///     yi-dashi.

Dance was notunknown to Yi, which was perhaps why he’d been drawn to the performance in the first place.Plenty of his people had been dancers, and in Rakan he found some form of nostalgia. When the people of Wuju could not apply their sword-crafts to battle or contests, their grace became art. To the beat of drums, a curated form of swordplay hadcome alive in performance. Back then, Yihad ignored any mentors of the arts, preferring swords for their edges ratherthan aesthetics. There were many more important things to be done, he told them all. Whywould he need to remember every single Wuju play?

That thinkinghad got him to the present, standing before the other with flurries of compliments. Butthe nostalgia grew bitter the longer he pondered it. How much had he forgotten?

“… What isnew?” He offered, after shaking off his simmering malaise. The other’s bravado was much more captivating than thoughts of the past, “Acknowledgement of workwell done? Surely, I would hope you are given more credit for the performance youprovide? You speak as if you are aware of your own skill, and I suppose they would not host you here if not for the skill of it. Thepractice is apparent, and I am hope you are not the only one telling yourself this.”

Stroking athis beard, the Bladesman’s lenses clunked back into theircasings suddenly. Behind them, the man found himself wincing as hebecame aware of a missed introduction. That, and the name ‘Goggles,’ which seemed to slap him for his missed formality. Not very palatable to his ears certainly, and his first instinct was to scold the Vastayan for it. But be polite, Yi. Thatwas the least he could offer. Let it go once, and make sure he has no reason to call you it again.

He steadiedhis expression, and his goggles along with it, as he continued with his measured tone, “Ah, I think I have gotten ahead of myself. Please forgive me Rakan, I have not thought to announce myself. It is not Goggles, as yousay. I am known as Master Yi. I travel widely, and I was not expecting to spendmy time here this day. So, if you have things you must attend to, please do notlet this man keep you. If you would tell me more of your dances however, I would surely be interested in hearing it.”

At least that gave him an exit, if he’d truly managed to offend.

              such a new song to settle upon his ears,     appealing to some base desire that yearns for praise    &    attention     (   oh,     how it dwells in his heart   !   ),     rekindling the passionate fire of his heart that continuously reminds him of this skill's benefits    :    the endless praise from others,     their attention,    &    their inevitable admiration held for none but rakan,     rakan,     rakan.     hah,     to stroke massive ego could be considered folly to some,     albeit rakan feels differently.     this praise is divine,     it is a pleasure he indulges himself in,     caring not for the scorn directed towards him through malevolent gazes     ———     envy,     repulsive sentiment he understands all too well     ———     but beauty's irresistible grace allows him to persevere,     to continue his performance without worry of what others thought.

              ❛     you'd be surprised,     goggles   !     ❜     again with the nickname,     escaping past lips naturally,     at a smooth ease the world could not compete with.     coolness itself,     is rakan in that moment.     'till he recognizes own blunder     /     stranger had been naught but kind to him     (   but within lies an expectation of kindness from all   !!   )     hah,     only a fool would believe that.     it is only luck that he's not being chased down by yet another angry guard with hopes of capturing for his feathers,     or perhaps his head.     ❛     sorry,     sorry,     that was my bad.     master yi,     right   ?     ❜     took a moment,     certainly,     but he's quick to correct himself,     purely out of courtesy     (     that,    &    he'd like to try to remember this guy's name.   )     ❛     i just don't get that sort of praise often,     really.     lot of clapping,     cheering,    &    staring,     but who can blame 'em   ?     either way,     it feels nice to have someone know i work pretty damn hard on each dance   !     ❜

              oh,     but don't let him speak of those countless nights where spirit of song    &    dance resonate within him,     indulging himself in that selfish pleasure of dance,     song   !!     the true passion that feels like his calling,     that feels right down to every sweet melody.     it matters not if it's from dusk to dawn,     it is the happiness conjured from each second that mattered   !

              ❛     aaaaaaaanyway,     ❜     after brief pause,     voice fills the air again,     waiting's too boring    &    leaving honored guest without answer to query is way too rude.     abandoning the routinely,     rather lonesome evening after a festival sounds pleasing.     a taste of something new surely was needed,     even if it wasn't a sweet,     chocolatey delicacy.     ❛     if you wanna hear all about my dancing,     then i could tell you all about 'em   !     maybe even show you some,     too.     consider yourself my guest of honor   !!     err,     though i don't exactly have a place.     i just wander around.     ❜

???     ///     crawsus.

❛     i’d  really  rather  not  fight,     if  you  don’t  mind.     i  come  in  peace,     as  they  so  often  say.     i’m  rather  weak  too  you  know,     so  it  wouldn’t  be  much  of  a  fight  and  more  of  a  waste  of  time.     ❜     a  hand  is  thrown  up  in  defense.

in  his  mind  the  demon  stirs,     a  mental  effort  is  taken  to  sooth  the  voice.     hand  grips  his  cane  tightly,     placing  pressure  against  the  stick.     to  an  outsider  it  appears  as  if  it  were  a  normal  cane,     but  to  him  it  throbs  and  it  aches  and  it  wishes  for  more  and  more  bloodshed.     but  who  ever  heard  of  a  darkin  cane?     ❛    if  you’d  like  i  can  read  you  some  poetry  instead?    ❜     lips  upturn  into  a  lopsided  smirk,     clearly  something  was  up  his  sleeve,     but  it  surely  wasn’t  something  that  would  be  harmful  to  the  vastayan.     provided  urizen  cooperated  with  him.

@feyquil​  said  anyone!

              his logic is impeccable.     weak individual should not be engaged,     not out of courtest,     but fear that,     if engaged,     there would be no joy or entertainment acquired from such an easy battle     ———     or even worse,     should he act careless    &    commit an unplanned blunder,     then perceived weak individual may find an opening to beat him    &    claim victory,     then who would be weak   !?     HIM,     HIM   !!!

              ❛     poetry   ?     ❜     rakan hummed inquisitively,     arms crossed over chest as ceruleans shift their gaze towards the soft earth at feet.     wow,     is it just him, or is it a lot greener than it was yesterday   !?     he swore that the day before current situation,     the grass at his feet was a subdued green.     could it be that the greener greenery around them could be attributed to the blesséd rain that poured     ——     wait,     what was the question again   ?     ❛     uh,     you said you were gonna do something,     read   ?     yeah,     sure,     do whatever you want   !     ❜

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              ❛     that's     ...     not how you wear a mask,     buddy.     ❜     could it even be called a mask if it only partly covered one side of the face   ?     not really.     he doesn't think so,     at least.     ❛     think there's better ones out there you could try on,     just a thought   !     ❜       ///       @destructivour​