One Word Writing Prompts

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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

unprompted.     /     always accepting   !!

@yuanfena​ said :   yasuo lifts a tentative hand , pad of his index brushing along the underside of rakan's fur tipped ear - a near imperceptible friction. " hm " a quiet hum , " sorry " he adds as he slowly lowers his hand back to rest on his side , corners of his lips tipping upwards , " couldn't help seeing if they were as soft as they look "

              often are feathers considered most important aspect of him,     usual for them to be at center of another's attention,     considered as the most beauteous aspect of his person     (   every part of rakan is beautiful,     he is beauty itself,     no such thing as flaw on his exterior   ),     for their colors were warm    &    their surface velvety,     heiled by the many onlookers as a demonstration of a softness fabricated by nature's divine hands.     all appreciation welcomed,     for it was praise,     verbal or not,    &    he liked that.     /     one may consider touch itself a minute act,     but not him     ———     no,     its significance amounted to greater than initially perceived,     perchance approaching insurmountable in his eyes,     as it served as generous indicator that his allure was effective.     that others considered him meritorious enough to be granted attention through curiosity's means.     it sated his blatant desire,     a need for some form of praise.     /     such is customary when it came to feathers,     but what of these ears,     whose softness went unnoticed,     whose condition kempt for the sake of flashy appearance,     whose silk - like surface had never been touched.

              how foreign is touch's blessing    &    how abrupt   !!     /     not a thought of that desire had crossed mind in a while,     though upon receiving it,     it elicits the softest hum imaginable,     vocal vibration brushing against lowest tonality,     leaning towards singular digit 'till     ——     ugh.     golden opportunity,     transient as it was,     had been revoked,     an apology in its place.     the only apt response   ?     a huff     &    brief groan,     interlaced with displeasure.     /     yes,     foreign was that touch at first,     though he enjoyed it.     ear's twitch is slight,     head cants to the side,    &    azures shift to scan caramel before moving onto the rest of yasuo's features.     though,     rising grin is most pivotal change     (   infectious,     capable of making rakan's pursed lips curve into minuscule grin,     compounded with brief chuckle   ),     it was home to a boundless curiosity     (   rakan thought so,     at least   ).     who is he to deny a friend such an implicit request   ?

              ❛     y'know,     ❜     characteristic lilt makes itself present in voice,     innate rhythmic tone,     befitting of dancer    &    singer alike.     ❛     if you wanted to know whether or not my ears were soft,     just ask   !     ❜     carefree,     not a drop of anger in his voice    ;    even now,     he is cool,     he remained mischievous,     he liked having his ears touched.     head tilts ever so delicately towards yasuo,     overt invitation through nonverbal means,     he can't just say no to that,     right   ?     ❛     you can touch 'em,     go ahead.     take is as a thanks.     what for   ?     dunno   !    but,     i'm sure i owe you some form of gratitude.     ❜

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.

“How does it feel Got no one on your side It isn’t how it is really meant to be

How did it ever come to this I thought I’ll never see you again Once the stars were scattered in pieces all over the galaxy”

Star Guardian Rakan by 你是路过人间被藏在星河里的太阳

thorani.     ///     dhavaran.

❛  my, are you alright? that wound looked quite nasty  —  what could’ve done such a thing to you?  ❜  locks of long navy blue hair were gentle against the other’s shoulder, the water it contained glowed in between strands as it began to seal the gash. making sure that her magic was working as intended, thorani made sure to speak to the other to ease any other stress from it all.  ❛  this must seem very odd to witness, so i apologize for the obscurity. my name is thorani, you’re safe, i promise.  ❜  —  @feyquil· + from thorani!

              previous acute pain at his shoulder,     atrocious wound committed by none other than hands of fearful humans,     was now being mended to by friendly's strangers dark locks.     peculiar is the sight,     if honesty were granted in the moment.     brow quirked at fact before him    :    liquid     (   no,     that's definitely water,     he's sure of it   )     contained in hair possessed some sort of healing properties.     its efficacy more impressive than originally expected     ——     gash began to seal,     initial pain    &    stress diminishing as time coursed through its desired path,     albeit he owes it more to her soothing voice    &    amiable demeanor for keeping him calm.     rakan got lucky.     very lucky.

              ❛     thanks for your help,     uh  -     ❜     voice trails off,     lips teetering between a smile    &    a frown.     it's conflicting.     there's uncertainty in how to process this,     how to react to it.     oh,     whatever     —     no time to think or worry about that.     following his gut has always worked.      ❛     name's rakan   !     don't worry,      i'm feeling safe already.     whatever you're doing,     thorani,     it's working   !    ❜     at least,     he hopes it is.

NEW RAKAN SKIN LET’S FUCKING GOOOOO

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

meme.     /     no longer accepting.

@herpleasvre​ said :   [ wall ] only if u want to tho

              the impact was sudden.     light flirting was always meant to escalate,     he knows that these honeyed string of words were meant to appeal to her,     charm the temptress beauteous woman before him     ———     a delicate approach is favored,     as a woman deserved the best treatment.     to not only grant her these slow,     gentle touches that he knew she craved from her hitched breathing alone,     each mewl was indication of forthcoming submission.     or so he thought.     a faint smirk is all he detected before the subsequent forceful shove.     back against the wall,     instigated by pair of sharp claws     (   at least,     that's what he thought them to be   ),     his surprise is to be expected.     to call this his usual rodeo would be deceitful    ;    however,     relinquishing control    &    bestowing it upon her     ...     it's a sudden change he's willing to accept.

              ❛     whoa,     ❜     tonal shift,     lowered voice,     thoughts processing these turn of events.     evelynn is not one to so easily forsake a position of power,     huh   ?     good.     good.     a woman who knows what she wants,     the type of woman who could gladly kick his ass    &    face no remorse shortly after     ...     danger always attracted him.     albeit he knows naught of her devious schemes,     nor how she embodies danger itself,     an innate desire gravitates him towards her,     it's what allows sharp nails to dig into her hips.     pain for pain.     he likes it.     ❛     didn't know you liked taking the lead.     dunno what you'll do with it,     babe     ...     but keep going.     ❜