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Star Guardian Rakan by 你是路过人间被藏在星河里的太阳
yasuo. /// flowihnd.
“ WHAT ? CAN’T A HUMAN WATCH the sunset by his lonesome without it being considered strange ? ” Perhaps it isn’t the most orthodox way of doing so ———— but perching himself atop a tree branch , flask in hand and nodachi resting across his knees , is a better alternative to the ground ( and the people ) below . There is a whisper in the air , like the echo of a distant wind , that speaks in ways no other force in this world can —— and with the familiar comfort of alcohol’s warmth , the incoming night will be much easier to bear .
THAT , AND THE VASTAYA’S UNEXPECTED company . “ You’re thinking I could’ve just picked the ground , right ? Hm . Less dangerous , sort of . But I do like living on the edge . ” ( @feyquil· ! )
❛ it is pretty strange though, don't you think ? ❜ yet who is he to dictate what's strange & what is not ? is he not the most eccentric guy all of ionia praises precisely for how unconventional he is ? tight - lipped hum emits from his throat, only serving as a precursor to the subsequent attempt of climbing the tree —— fails once, twice, ( loud thud & whine indicative of such ), yet it is the third attempt where his plan has come to fruition !! he's now perched on a lone branch near yasuo, only then realizing he can't even see him, not even if he turns his head. it's unfortunate, buuuut ... ❛ a seat like this means you should be watching the moonrise, not the sunset ! ❜ proceeds to find a more comfortable posture, legs crossing ——— one over the other ——— followed by lax limbs raising, hands meeting at the back of his head, digits interlacing & serving as a headrest // perhaps too carefree, to focused on relaxing over the potential threat of falling down. HOW UTTERLY RAKAN.
❛ what's that about living on the edge, though ? gotta say, life's fun with a little danger. or, in my case, a lot of danger. ❜ life is much too short to be concerned about the potential harm that could come out of it ; rather, it's the entertainment that is far more rewarding, seeing one come after him only to fail miserably. even now, he wonders if he's at risk of meeting the edge of yasuo's blade. heh, he'll cross that bridge if he ever gets to it, the wind may be swift, but not a swift as his dance.
the fuck’s a reply? writing...? bitch i’m gonna kill you
hey guys!! libra, here — i’m not new to the community, but it’s been a while since i’ve written here so if you guys are interested in writing with a g’raha tia / the crystal exarch. give this post a ♥ & a ↻ to help get this around? thank you!! warning, this blog WILL contain 5.3 spoilers, so please follow with caution!
boss. /// halvett.
“ PEOPLE LIKE THAT ARE ALL talk most of the time . Pretty bold t’ assume I care about what they say ‘cause lemme tell ya : I don’t hide behind titles . Someone wants me , they get me . Usually prove ‘em wrong then . ”
❛ gotta say, that's one way to look at things ! ❜ is it really ? or is he providing vocal filler to continue irking him. he's aware of whom he's talking to, what dangers lie ahead if he's to act chummy with someone who's not particularly friendly. but that's just it. danger is a thrill, to perceive ire rising on their countenance ( & perhaps bait a swing ) brought him the most pleasing laughs. this was no different. ❛ but are you as strong as you look ? even without that title ? 'cause if you ask me, you seem pretty run of the mill. ❜ corners of lips curve into a sneer. he's enjoying himself a little too much.
goggles. /// yi-dashi.
Starter for @feyquil
Yi lurked at subtle distance from Rakan, only half aware that he was staring. Normally he didn’t care for incidental places passed along his way, or the celebrations they hosted. Normally, however, festivities weren’t accented by the flurry of dance, and the richness of Vastayan magic. His goggles had been caught, and there they remained to watch. Now, when all was done, he just had to think of something to say that would justify his prolonged gaze.
“… You certainly have the spirit of performance in you.” Yi commented eventually, when he found the right moment to approach. His lenses rolled with micro-adjustments, invisible candles seeming to flutter behind the fixtures as he grasped for his beard, “In a literal sense, perhaps? I could not say much to that, though this much I can say: You must dedicate a lot of time to your craft, yes? If not, then you are a raw talent the likes of which I have yet to see. I do not suspect that is so, however. I stand intrigued and impressed by any sort of dedication to a skill.”
The Bladesman offered a swift dip of his back with the last thought, hoping no awkward silences would find him when he rose again.
dance is an art that must not be underestimated. some may view it with scorn, they may perceive each move futile, fruitless, & as naught but hedonistic movements whose only purpose is to serve one's own sense of pleasure & enjoyment. but, oh, it's more than that !! far, far more than just that —— these festivals granted dance its opportunity to shine in the spotlight. under that beauteous, setting sun, there is rakan at the center of these festivals, allowed a moment for his song & dance to captivate an audience, for their eyes to remain on him ( oh, how the rekindled fire in their eyes sated him ), for their cheers & jubilant grins to be for him, caused all by him. dance's intricacies are understood by he, lhotlan vastaya whose dance continues eliciting the elated claps, he is their beacon, the epitome of being carefree, to simply enjoy each moment. his dance is as invigorating as it is inspiring. a breath of life bestowed onto them by this art he's meticulously perfected to his standards.
as his dance comes to a close, a singular limb is brought up, graceful & unbothered in its movement as it dramatically remains above his head. held in place for a few moments, as if to prolong their praise, only to then transition into a theatrical final bow. the crowd that once gazed & cheered for him begin dispersing, their smiles a reminder to rakan : god damn is he good at what he does. once he's no longer the center of attention, it's his cue to leave, to find the human's delicate sweet, the chocolate he's long since craved. such is the plan, until he's approached by a man from the audience earlier. huh, he looks pretty cool.
❛ wow, that's a new one. ❜ chuckle emits from his throat, pearly whites visible with the oncoming grin. praise isn't uncommon, it's welcomed at all times, but to this degree ? he's rather flattered, perhaps not only because he was mentioned to have the spirit of performance, but the simple acknowledgement of his hard work ... he kinda likes it ! ❛ thanks ! what can i say ? i put a lot of practice into my dance, gotta make sure it's beautiful & perfect, just like me. i can't settle for less. ❜ it's his source of pride, one of many sides to his vanity. ❛ name's rakan by the way, goggles ! but, you knew that already. at least, i think you did. ❜
not to be sappy on main but god. this line.
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.
𝙳𝙾𝙽'𝚃 𝙰𝚂𝙺 𝙷𝙸𝙼 𝙸𝙵 𝙷𝙴 𝙵𝙾𝚁𝙶𝙴𝚃𝚂 . ( S.ett of RIOT’s Lea.gue of Legends , by your local goblin bread Rye ! Est . May , 2020 . ) 𝙱𝙴𝙲𝙰𝚄𝚂𝙴 𝙷𝙴 𝙽𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁 𝙵𝙾𝚁𝙶𝙴𝚃𝚂 .
since we’re doing shipping tier lists again :}
nasus. /// shurima-demigod.
“Unfortunately, I am a bit too busy,” he said, brow raised. “I have my hands a bit full.”
That was a mild way to put it. If he got anymore work, he was convinced he might end up drowning. He accepted another report from a guard, sighing as he read it over and signed it off.
“What brings you to Shurima Rakan? Someone running from Ionia?”
❛ too busy for me ? i'm insulted ! ❜ the exaggeration's obvious in his voice, the mere gesture of hand against his own chest & step back only serves to further accentuate it. right after, there's naught but a smile, a laugh. rakan jests, as per usual. his antics ? they just don't change, he hopes to elicit even a faint grin. ❛ hah, just kidding. i just wanted to come see how you were doing ! what can i say ? guess you were on my mind for a bit & i decided to come visit you. was a long walk, but hey, i missed you. ❜
lillia. /// herdream.
❛ oh … s - so you don’t — ❜ if her long droopy ears could drop any further they did now, despite being told she shouldn’t feel embarrassed — how could she not? such a stupid question, lillia! stupid, stupid, st — ❛ l - lillia … my name’s lillia. ❜ she shares, ❛ is the … n - no. are the humans in your dream … truly like that? ❜ a sudden question, but it gives way into the innocent curiosity that fuels violet hues. ❛ your dreams … they are warm, a - and so much fun! but … the humans … they make them … cold. are … are the humans … cold … ? ❜
oh, how she wanted to learn about the world just outside the outskirts of these trees! but she remained here, alone amongst the wildlife & the dreams that greet her. so many dreams, sad, joyous. dark … so many dark dreams — she was surprised when this person had managed to find her, even when she hid so well behind the trees & amongst the willowy branches … he found her!
if he were oblivious to her sudden tonal shift, to the underlying melancholy that's embellished within every syllable, would he truly be rakan ? certainly not ! attuned to his own sentiments grants him ability ( if one could even call it that, of course ) to discern the emotions of others —— comes with his natural beauty, what can he say ? that's all he needs to change his goal, to uplift her spirits, he's a charmer, an entertainer, what more does he need than his audience to smile for him ?
❛ pleasured to meet you, lillia ! i'm sure you've heard of me, ❜ confidence exudes from the smirk that grows onto his lips, hand extended towards her, albeit making certain to not so much as touch her. his hope of her shaking his hand comes from the expectation she'll reach out. scaring her away is not his intention, to move about meticulously & carefully ... almost like a dance, with a few extra steps. ❛ but, if you haven't ... rrrrakan, ❜ emphasis on rolling the r sound, simple effort to elicit even the smallest laugh, the kindest smile. ❛ the charmer, the life of the party, the most beautiful thing you'll ever see ! ❜ hearty chuckle, even if it's a slight one.
❛ as for the humans ... ❜ how peculiar. that feeling of dreaming, that feeling of conversing with another about a certain topic, doing specific actions ———— only for it to be mimicked in the real world, a strong sense of familiarity, have they met ? no, no, he's certain they haven't. ❛ feel like i've told someone this before. humans aren't bad, ❜ is that the truth ? or is it merely a conjured lie perceived as reality ? some were good, some held malevolent intentions, whose fault is that ? ❛ but some of them ... ❜ how somber it felt now, each word. eyebrows furrowed, lips pursed, sky blue hues shifting towards extended hand, thinking. full of joy, though he knows of the cruelty some display. averting his eyes to that would not do him well. thankfully, he catches himself, shakes his head & a bonafide grin grows onto his lips as his focus remains on lillia's eyes, like soft lavender they were. ❛ it's a long, long story. i'll just say they, uh, fear something they know nothing about. magic. you know about magic, right lillia ? ❜
THE MAN I WAS — I KILLED HIM FIRST!
highly selective . slow activity
yasuo. /// windwandered.
Starter Call // @feyquil
“Nope. Stop. Turn around. Take a few steps. Then a few more. Y’know, might as well just keep walkin’ for a thousand paces.” He’s talking as though he’s giving orders to the jovial birdman, wondering if Rakan will actually fall for it.
“You’re not invited to drinking night, tonight. I can’t just bring a plus one, and we know how you get when you get even a taste of alcohol.” Yasuo shudders at the incident. Rakan had made a fool of himself, and embarrassed Yasuo last time, and the wanderer wasn’t about to let that happen again, even if Rakan begged and pleaded.
& he doesn't. is it out of defiance ? one could call it that. orders aren't anything new, they'd always been given to him & in the right context, he'd probably listen ( admittedly, those orders may be forsaken for something grander to him ). here ? why listen when the promise of alcohol urges his desire forward.
❛ aw, come on, yas ! ❜ nickname usage, as if they were close, as if they held a bond that could not be cut even by the most sharp blade. have they indulged in conversations of the heart ? seen each other past the exterior they present ? hell no. friends could not even be the most accurate description for them. drinking buddies ? what were they ? ❛ old buddy, old pal, i promise that this time it's going to be different. you can trust me, right ? ❜ recited line, delivered yet again for the umpth time. some things never change.
??? /// herdream.
❛ wh - what are dreams made of, you ask? ❜ the fawn stutters, ❛ why … they are what you make ‘em …! ❜ she giggles — the other is far from wholly human, what an interesting being! but she has listened to his distant dreams, she could hear them in the gentle night. they are warm, filled with love & fun! oh, so much fun! does he remember her, perhaps? in the dream, did he feel her presence listening in? did he notice her watching? ❛ daydreams, mid - morning dreams, night dreams, oh, oh, a - and dusk dreams! do … do you remember … ? i — i, oh how embarrassing — ❜ @feyquil
interesting. a bit unexpected, but interesting nonetheless. dreams, the symbols that offer refuge & hope, they're whatever one wants them to be ? if a dream can be anything, then can a dream be everything ? if a dream could be everything, then perhaps a dream could be tangible ————— if a dream could be tangible, a dream could be edible & by extension, the sweet delicacy humans have named chocolate. what was he talking about again ?
❛ remember ? ❜ attention brought back at her query, cerulean hues fixed on her delicate features, lips pressing against each other tight as he hums. remember, remember ... ❛ sorry, can't say i do ! ❜ chance of knowing one another through dreams alone ? a definite possibility ! for rakan, however, he opts to remember the fleeting moments of euphoria & peace that consistently exist throughout his dreams. ❛ no need to be embarrassed, stranger !! i asked you a question, only fair you get to ask one right back. ❜
would you, maybe, possibly, perhaps want to dream with me?
private, highly selective lillia, the bashful bloom from league of legends. written by libra.
so can y’all get yone’s name right now? or???
so can y’all get yone’s name right now? or???
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!
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
sylas. /// unshackles.
❛ surely, you must jest, ❜ he mutters, imperative. leading a direct and mindless assault into the enemy territory without elaborate planing beforehand doesn’t exactly sit right with him. he’s done it before and it almost lead to his demise. after all, despite their ostensible ignorance and the ever so present feigned harmony, demacians never dive into a battle without a plan of action. and part of that mindset has stuck with him. doesn’t take more than one failure for him to become tenfold wary for the prospects of another battle. to his misfortune, they always seem to be prepared. be it day or night, his targets are always attentive of incoming ambushes.
❛ they may be ignorant, however, they’re not stupid, ❜ he lectures, his voice stern and steady. it doesn’t take him long to shoot rakan a diverted glance, his brows arched in feigned disbelief. ❛ if you wish so, i can put you in the front lines. you’re too fervent a fighter, after all. ❜ for yet a few more moments, he keeps up the guise of disorientation, purposely trying to garner some kind of conflicted reaction from rakan’s part. not soon after, laughter finally comes forth. ❛ amusing, truly. come, i’ll go over the scheme with you again. ❜
war is cruel. he knows this. no matter how entertaining each battle was, no matter how much he laughed in the face of the opposition to evoke some form of ire that appealed to some sort of base desire to see others with bloodlust in their eyes for none but him, war was still a tragedy. from tragedy, life will be born anew : hearts can sing in unison again for peace, those whose wings had been maimed may soon find flight again, & freedom's fire may be rekindled once more through their unified actions. this is a battle they, together, must fight. no matter the difficulties that lie ahead ——— alas, when the enemy is versed in dealing with those who excel in magic ( why fear what you can't understand ? ), the scales are tipped against them. what was once a leveled playing field is now an uphill battle, each step meticulous. maybe now he understands, even if only a bit, why his idea might not be of huge value.
❛ the front lines ? ❜ only typical for him to have a perplexed look on his face at that, remain in a perpetual conflict, rubbing at his chin & humming as if even entertaining the thought. to remain quiet is to remain without an answer, & that's just rude. he opts to speak again. ❛ you want this pretty face to get hurt by a demacian soldier in the front lines ? naaaah, i do a lot better just being from behind. you get me ? ❜ soon after, laughter. a relief, really, their leader wasn't a stranger to humor. it's enough to elicit a small chuckle from rakan. ❛ alright, alright. just make sure it's easy to understand, yeah ? none of those weird tactic words or whatever. ❜
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𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐒.
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𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 & 𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒.
submissive / dominant / prefers to top / prefers to bottom / likes to switch / heterosexual / heteroflexible / gay / lesbian / bisexual / pansexual / asexual / demisexual / enjoys sex with men / enjoys sex with women / enjoys sex with genderfluid, agender, demigender, or non-binary individuals / enjoys sex with all genders regardless of how they identify / enjoys sex with multiple people at a time / enjoys intimacy with women / enjoys intimacy with men / enjoys intimacy with genderfluid, agender, demigender, or non-binary individuals / enjoys intimacy with all genders regardless of how they identify / initiates / waits for partner to initiate / spits / swallows / morning sex / night sex / sex any time / no sex drive / low sex drive / average sex drive / high sex drive / hypersexual / fluctuating sex drive
𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 & 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄.
slender build / medium build / athletic build / muscular build / curvy build / voluptuous build / chubby build / wears boxers / wears boxer-briefs / wears lingerie / goes commando / shaves / trims / waxes does not shave / waxes / cup size a-c / cup size d-f / 1-5” in length / 6-9” in length / 10” or over in length
𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐒.
silent / quiet / loud / grows in volume over time / bites hand / partner / pillow to muffle to themselves / calls out partners name / curses / fakes / exaggerates / prefers a quiet partner / prefers a loud partner / prefers a partner who grows in volume over time / turned on by dirty talk / turned off by dirty talk
𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍-𝐎𝐍𝐒 & 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒.
having their hands pinned / pinning their partner’s hands / having their hair pulled / pulling their partner’s hair / being watched ( by their partner ) / being watched ( by a third party ) / watching their partner / receiving oral / giving oral / giving praise / receiving praise / biting or marking / being bitten or marked / spanking / being spanked / teasing / being teased / having toys used on them / using toys on their partner / giving anal / receiving anal / choking / being choked / dirty talk / being tied up / tying their partner up / being worshiped / worshiping their partner / humiliating / being humiliated / degrading / being degraded / knife play / edge play / blood play / being pegged / pegging their partner / whipping / being whipped
𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐒.
bedroom / shower / bath / pool / ocean / kitchen / home bathroom / public bathroom / car / tent / alleyway / field / forest / school / empty or abandoned building / library / rooftop / terrace / dressing room / elevator / parking lot / museum / cemetery / beach / closet / hospital