I Liked For This.     /     always Accepting   !!

              ❛     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​

unprompted.     /     always accepting   !!

@miellamor​ said :   ' i would give my lungs for you to not drown, i would give my feathers for you to keep flying, i would give my voice for you to keep singing, i would give my heart for you to keep loving.'

              THEIR LOVE IS A SACRED ONE,     it is a fragile craft conjured meticulously by both their hands,     forming it,     nurturing it into that warmth that resonates within their hearts.     they are not connected by mere physicality,     the exterior matters naught,     it's the emotional connection that matters more,     where their hearts become one,     where their love is powerful enough to face the world by themselves,     make an enemy of those that stand against their rebellion.     he'd never leave her side,     gods he'd never leave her side.     to forsake her,     who matters above all else,     would be sin itself.     /     who has ever intrigued him as much as she   ?     who has ever loved him for him    &    not just the charismatic charmer   ?     who has bared her heart to him    &    his to her,     accepting delicate gift    &    cherishing with all their might   ?     it's only them.

              verily,     she was immune to his charms,     it was she who rejected his advances,     but an impassioned heart persists    &    love had been discovered blooming between them.     (   my love,     this flower is ours,     only we may see it,     only we may feel it.   )     to erroneously assume it had been an overnight thing     ...     it brings a chuckle,     fools cannot perceive the trials they've faced,     the many times he's protected her,     the many times she's protected him,     the many times she claimed to leave him were he caught in a peril situation,     only to be saved right after    &    scolded harshly for not being serious enough.

              deep down,     they both knew the truth.     one shrouded in mystery,     but through each error,     each time they corrected themselves,     truth's like shined through,     illuminating an indubitable fact    :     they both knew they cared about one another.     platonic   ?     romantic   ?     foggy mind couldn't decipher it,     he knew his intentions were romantic,     but he saw more of her    &    so were his glib acts dropped,     replaced over time by bonafide acts of love,     genuine passion with every chat they had,     every laugh they shared.     //     her laugh,     oh her laugh,     was there anything more beautiful,     anything that inspired him more than when she smiled,     when mirth graced her features,     that was beauty itself   !!

              ❛     miella,     ❜     he hushes her,     finger pressed against her lips,     amiable smile growing onto his lips,     he leans in,     close    &    makes sure to press his forehead against hers.     deep intake of breath,     small exhale,     then silence.     silence.     words cannot encompass his love for her,     neither can time     ———     their love transcends time,     it transcends history itself,     historians shall not record it,     documents will write of their achievements,     their failures,     there will be information on their success to preserve the wild magic of ionia,     but no matter if a memorial is made,     no matter if others see them as ghosts or heroes,     none will know of their love.     there will be songs sung,     speaking of the two lovers that faced the world,     but none,     none but they will know of this flower they nurtured,     the nature of their love is not an exhibit for the world,     but their private garden that only they may dwell    &    dance in forevermore.     ❛     don't you ever give anything for me.     what i have here   ?     you,     with me,     that's all i could ever ask for.     i don't want anyone else but you.     don't ever sacrifice anything of yours for me.     ❜     only i'm allowed to ever sacrifice myself for you,     miella.

cowboy.     ///     quartlet.

❛   might want to stand back a bit,  darling.  demon guts aren’t an easy thing to wash off.  ❜

                                                       @feyquil· ,

              ❛     aww,     look at you,     cowboy     ...     ❜     his tone's laced with honey,     it's velvety as he coos.     ❛     tell me,     do you think i'm a little scared of demon guts   ?     i dunno     ...     i think it's got the potential to make me look even better than i do now.     'course,     i can find that out some other time.     ❜

Walt Whitman, ‘Song of Myself’, Leaves of Grass

[Text ID: “This is the touch of my lips to yours… this is murmur of yearning,”]

unprompted.     /     always accepting   !!

@quartlet​ said :   u are late for ur dick appointment

damn again   ?     guess we’ll have to do two dick sessions in one huh

Star Guardian Rakan x Xayah by zaket07

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   !     ❜

ahri.     ///     vuikusen.

Annoyance flickers as the vixen’s ears begin to twitch the moment he began to mention how shes a dependable ally & that hes SUPPOSEDLY the more beautiful one - IMAGINE lying to yourself like that !  Hands put themselves ‘pon the females curvaceous form as she leans forward almost attempting to TOWER over him yet he still holds an inch to her in height . “ You’re attractive but not that attractive ! “  

Though Ahri knows that was more than enough to make the male elated with such praise ,  the nine-tailed fox holds herself to high standards & believes to be one of the most gifted / beauteous creatures on this plane of existence . Beauty is always in the eye of the beholder however Ahri manages to favor that quite a lot.  “  Of course I’m a dependable ally , what do you think I am  ? ” 

              ❛     you're a dependable ally,     always have been,     always will be   !     we just can't have your looks faltering     ——     &    listen     ...     ❜     he is not one to go on tangents of what is beautiful    &    what isn't.     it's not his style.     however vain it may sound,     he knows that beauty's kiss has chosen him   !     ahri,     however,     is a picturesque vixen that exemplifies feminine beauty in his eyes,     her curvaceous form    &    pretty lips exemplifying that    ;    yes,     yes,     if one were to deceive rakan's ears with a dulcet lie of her being beauty's embodiment,     he would fall for such a perceived truth,     refuse to disagree   !!     regardless,     he,     too,     is aware of his own beauty,     he swims in it,     drinks from it.     a visually attracting charmer,     too,     deserves to be beauty incarnate.     such a perplexing situation,     is it not   ?

              ❛     there's things that are clearly beautiful    &    just plain beautiful.     we're both on the clearly beautiful side,     just     ...     ❜     a hum,     digit pressing against this line of his lips,     pondering on choice words that come next.     mind's blocked     /     he cannot care for it now,     a confession of the heart is better,     right   ?     ❛     i just think i can captivate more eyes than you,     is what i'm saying   !     ❜     a confident statement delivered with a nonchalant smile.     a bit egotistical   ?     perhaps.

zed and his shadows are gonna show us some moves!!!!!

( credit: motion, model, stage )

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

yeah not happening-