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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. ❜
unprompted. / always accepting !!
@iixesha said : Scratches behind his ear. For science reasons
❛ huh ? ❜ he's not used to it, having someone else scratch behind his ears. sure, they were as fluffy as they looked & certainly deserving of anyone's attention, though what more captivating than his feathers he puts on display for all to marvel at ? sure, his ears got some form of attention, no matter how small, but for them to be scratched ? nope, that's new. oh, & an itch he previously didn't have becomes apparent once ekko's fingers scratch behind his ears. ❛ hold on, lil bit more to the left ——— too far. more to the right, aaaaaand ... ❜ there, there's that damn itch !! ❛ right there ! i could scratch it myself, but i've got long nails. don't wanna end up hurtin' my beautiful ears in the process, y'know ? ❜
❛ sorry, xayah, did you say something ? ❜ not his intention to ignore her ever, simply that whatever immediate thought that coursed through his mind caught his attention. maybe he should apologize again. ❛ was thinking about something. could you run that by me again ? ❜ /// @corvalis
he's not well versed in this type of thing. strategizing an attack against a single person is one thing, but strategizing for multiple people & devising an intricate web of plan upon plan sounded much too complicated for him. there was always the option, for him, of simply tiring one out ; of course, when it's an entire kingdom full of troops heavily armed, maybe that wasn't an option. his input may not be of the best quality, due to his own methods of battle contrasting heavily with sylas's, though an attempt is all that's surely needed. at least, he hopes so.
❛ you're saying we should do that ? ❜ what did he call it ? a ... pincer attack, or something ? he's not entirely certain on how it might benefit them. thinking on it too much is a chore, even if it is a necessity to claim victory in this uphill battle. regardless, rakan's curiosity is abundant & one of his only tools that could help him understand something a little better. ❛ it's not clicking with me. why not just charge straight into them ? i'm sure they wouldn't expect that !! ❜ /// @unshackles
unprompted. / always accepting !!
@iixesha said : GIVE ME BACK MY GODDAMN GLASSES.
yeah not happening-
HELLO EVERYONE! Arseni here to give you guys a brand new LEAGUE OF LEGENDS MASTERLIST! Whether you have a canon character, an original character, an au verse, or even if you’re a multimuse featuring a League character you are more than welcome to reblog this post. All you need to do is to list THE FOLLOWING INFORMATION IN THE TAGS :
character name / canon, oc, etc. / origin / blog name EX : sasha gurin / au / noxus / zimadoch
what’s your underlying motif?
the orange.
whether it’s your sweet nature, breakaway cover, or your natural displays of intimacy, you have the undercurrent of the orange. a love language in itself, your nature makes others want to take a bite and enjoy the tang that you leave behind with your laughter. you remind others of a summer day, hot air, long nights, always hopeful you’ll never go away. in her poem “the orange” by wendy cope she said “i peeled it and shared it with robert and dave, they had quarters and i had a half” you’re generous and have much to give. she also said “this is peace and contentment, it’s new” well i say, it’s you.
tagged by: @mushroomize & @vengearrow thank u :}
tagging: @halvett @quartlet @judesi @devaiht @vuikusen @iixesha @drakenskies @windwandered @ettards @4senna & anyone else who wants to do this!
hc. rakan cares about xayah. rakan cares about xayah. rakan cares about xayah. this is something i have to stress, namely because if there's one thing i know rakan is willing to do, it's absolutely anything for xayah. there's the fact xayah knows him well enough to say "rakan doesn't take death well," and whether or not that's in general or not, rakan is still able to kill if xayah were so to say it. even then, he doesn't ever lose how charismatic he is—he doesn't lose sight of himself, because not only is he comfortable with himself, but he knows that it's himself that xayah fell in love with. just as he's fallen for xayah bc of who she is. she might not be as emotionally intelligent as rakan, she might push herself to her limits and rakan absolutely hates it when she doesn't stop to take care of herself, but rakan still loves her. he supports her. he'd die for her across any verse if he were forced to do so. it's an unquestionable truth that no matter what, rakan cares deeply about her, just as she does for him. that even through the pain they both go through, emotionally, he's there to support her, just as she's there to support him, and that's an important aspect of their relationship that shouldn't be forgotten.
additionally, rakan is NEVER going to take off the skull with xayah's feathers. ever. this is more specific to a verse where he's lost xayah ( as in, she's dead ), but the point stands even in the verse where he's together with her: he's not taking it off. to him, it's not just the memories of the times he spent with her, it's also proof of their love. it's evidence that they were meant to be, that what they had? it was real, by fucking god it was real and no one's taking that from him. this is dwelling so much into a verse where he's lost her but i like. promise. it's deadass not something he's willing to negotiate, if rakan's to love again—if he can even find that strength himself to trust in someone that much again and be assured he doesn't fail them too—they have to accept not just him, but him and xayah. rakan is unequivocally connected with xayah, even after death. no one, no one is taking that away from him.
You didn’t kill all of us, and that mistake will be your undoing.
anyway be like rakan and stan K/DA y’all xoxo
( model, motion, stage )
i threw the idea to @ettards and so i gotta say it here
even though summoner’s rift isn’t canon, rakan is definitely the type of person who, if he’s teamed up w/ someone he’s had a night with before, he’s Likely to gank that person. only to then go into a bush w/ them and ask them if they’re up for a quickie. he also puts a control ward down just to spot any enemy wards in said bush, take them down, pretend he recalled w/ the laner n then like.......either blows them or eats them out 😗 LHGDJLDFJ
here is a google doc of resources to support george floyd, ahmaud arbery, roy stoddart, and the many, many, many other wrongfully murdered black people in the united states — as well as the black lives matter movement in general
please share this link or post to anyone and everyone
UNPROMPTED LOVE??? / !?!?!?!!?!?!?
@windwandered said : I love your birdman more than I let on because you have an energy to him that makes me laugh and amused every time I read something that comes out of his semi-dumb mouth. A natural entertainer and a good fit.
FROSTY HELLOOOOOO??? WHY’RE YOU SENDING THIS UNPROMPTED...........THANK U THO I REALLY APPRECIATE THIS?? i love rakan sm and it’s the first time i’ve ever written such a charismatic muse that’s a natural entertainer and like, a jokester and like. LORD i sometimes feel insecure writing him but........i’m really glad that you like my bird man!!!! i really am trying my best and knowing that you enjoy how i write him must mean i’m doing something right. thank you so much for this message!! <333
@feyquil
❝ you should know that once you start giving me attention, ill just keep coming back for more.. ❞
after discussing with @4senna how rakan would use his charm to flirt with the starbucks barista and lower the price ( and mistakenly forget he’s actually at a subway ), i wanna show y’all the highlight of the conversation
Hand holding during sex, that’s that good shit
nothing concrete but i am curious. like this post if you’d like to discuss on becoming mains with my blog. i do require that it be mutual, so i’d be your main rakan while your muse would be my rakan’s main muse.
hero. /// bxstiae.
⚜ ; —– [ ᴠ ᴀ ʟ ᴏ ʀ ʜ ᴇ ᴀ ʀ ᴛ ] —– WASN’T LIKE HERO needed to use the sword (actually preferred the bow most of the time ). Though Master Blade had SOME perks to. It seemed to be whispering again, EGGING the Hylian to show the other why in it’s dim glow. Strange. (the sword never got upset over that before ) Only cast a glance at weapon before turning to swing at what seemed like NOTHING.
—– ; BRIGHT ray of light came from the sword; went in the direction a Champion had swung – only to clip the grass that stood in way before hitting a bush in an explosion. Leaves flew in various directions. Perhaps that would be sufficient ENOUGH to answer the question.
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i mean i can still use the bow too i guess .
nothing but sounds of a delicate wind, all as he awaits a response. is there an apparent, valuable reason for his curiosity ? no. rakan isn't one to use weapons, he prefers his dance to be his guide. treat every battle as such & he's found to give a performance that's enough to please the crowd ! still ... a sword over a bow ? doesn't one give you the advantage of distance ? rakan thinks that there's more merit in a bow from that alone. of course, that erroneous belief is quickly left behind when there's a beam of light that collides with a bush & explodes on impact
❛ alright, guess that settles why at least ! ❜ he finds no interest in that weapon. using it would be entertaining, shooting beams of light to anything & having control of a power like that would be for naught but fun. that's why ... ❛ heeey, you don't mind if i use it myself, right ? i wanna give it a shot ! ❜
downtime is not a rarity. living without care in the world is a motto he's since subscribed to, adhering to such hedonistic law for no other reason than to gain pleasure ——— a lack of care for trivial matters that humans fret over allowed gates of new possibilities to be opened, surpassed as all continue to wallow & drown in pools of responsibility. though he is one to quell these worries with song & dance, it is ephemeral, contained within the space he's intruded graced with his presence. rakan is free ——— to remain collective & silent, gazing upon nature's finest work, the trees that stretch towards the azure sky above, the relaxing grass he considers comfortable enough to be a bed, the foreboding man whose primal voice pierces through the tranquil silence of the moment. wait, what ?
❛ huh, not even going to give me your name first or anything ? at least a compliment on my good looks ? ❜ it's not a deliberate remark to avoid the question, he just takes offense to those that fail to be captivated by his charms. possibly because no such magic is being used. perchance because this new individual isn't an average human. lips curve upward with every intent, finding new source of entertainment before him. who was this guy ? ❛ darkin, darkin ... ❜ feigns being lost within own thought process, circling around varus, hand rubbing at own chin, humming to further accentuate elaborate lie. soft chuckle, he shrugs. ❛ nope, sorry. don't think i know anything about the darkin. ❜
The patience of a hunter bridles even the superlative of lust that is his primal instinct to kill — not yet, he chides himself. The quiver of his accursed bow is only half-way drawn, the faintest glimpses of vermilion flickering where the string is at its tensest, but the bow is not aimed. What he seeks is answers, not the heart of the airy Vastayan that he stalks.
He finally approaches close enough to where Varus hides. The soft grass rustles in his wake, and Varus rounds the corner, approaching deliberately, like a snake. His voice is a foreign growl in his ears, primitive and guttural.
“You. Tell me, what do you know about the Darkin?”
@feyquil / sc.
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 ! ❜
EDITABLE REBLOGS NOT WORKING? WORRY NOT!
so my editable reblogs finally broke. after doing some 2am digging, coming up with a redundant solution, making an ENTIRE TUTORIAL for said redundant solution, and realizing it’s useless, i’ve got the answer to the problem for everyone. i’ve joined the xkit support discord server, and here is what’s been said about the issue so far:
TLDR; EDITABLE REBLOGS WON’T WORK ON ORIGINAL POSTS, BUT IT’LL WORK ON REBLOGS WITH REPLIES. meaning if jane posts a starter and june replies to it without using editable reblogs, it’ll create this trail item. so from then on out, you can feel free to use xkit’s extension to your heart’s content.
so if you’re getting this issue, the solution is simple: DON’T USE XKIT ON THE FIRST REPLY. yes, it’ll be ugly, but everything will be back to normal from there :)
unprompted. / always accepting !!
@quartlet said : ❛ it appears the canary has flied only to fall. ❜ he speaks as though his breathing is not laboured. mismatched. parched. vividly, he sees vermillion blotted against orange, against yellow. the gun is empty but it will always be a part of him. ❛ will you dance for me one last time ? ❜
SWEET IRONY SHALL FOLLOW FLIGHTLESS BIRD, even through the perilous illusion, fallacious belief that one may so grant him wings, will irony edge closer & closer 'till truth's dulcet instrument presses again his chin / one whose bewitching feathers captivate the audience, his audience, shall revel in such vivacious festivities, where all gaze at him as a beacon, what can quell the undying worries dwelling within their hearts !! his dance & his song are a solo performance, acquired entertainment comes not from their mirth, but their modest acceptance of he as the heart of the party. a dancer whose dance is unique, distinct, charming, their eyes were not a godsent, it was a mere normalcy that he indulged in ; wherever he went, wherever his voice spoke, the audience, too, would follow. he was the flightless canary believed to hold the freedom of the skies. /
solo performances must be maintained as such. basking in the glory of desire is not criminal in of itself, one time flings must be accepted as a norm ( being deemed epitome of beauty came with perks that, to reject, would be a rejection of beauty itself ), for love, while possible, is capable to be a saintly blessing or a dreadful curse. a misstep serves as naught but detriment towards his performance, cooed melodies delivered as chaos's cacophony, the illusion will fall & so shall he. to fall in public is to accept shame. to accept shame is to forsake rakan. himself. // then why, oh, why must his heart beat for masked man, perfection's disciple, whose faux whispers ( harmonious they're not his ) allure with every intent ? why must every aching part of his body gravitate towards him, murmur supposed name, & accept him as suitable pair for an enchanting duet ? is this ok ? ——————————— this is not love.
what they have, this is not love. love is sweet. love is not a curse. love is not meant to cause misstep, love is a guiding light, warm, brilliant !!! love is granted power to protect another. love is permission to press ear against chest & listen to soft bumps against chest, a heart beat that insinuates life & glory ahead for two !! love is not the traveling pair that has accepted an imminent death for one. love is not the way legs wrap around waist, pressing into him with haste & incisors sinking at soft flesh, biting to mark what is rightfully his. love is not the amalgamation of their mewls permeating thickened air around them, each moan reverberating from rakan's throat growing louder, stronger, inflicted with a passion he swore himself to not fall to. this is not love, this is not love !!!!!! THEN WHY DOES IT FEEL SO DAMN GOOD ?
❛ guess i did fall. i fell for you. ❜ such is the means of life. to fall for perfection's embodiment is to render himself subservient to his will. beauty's incarnate must fall for perfection to rise. a stage may hold two, yet one starring role shall prevail successful. one actor is to hog the glory & fame with the name under the production they worked on. their continued act, while recognized, must come to an end. they both knew. death's icy touch hid behind mask, each meticulous digit that traced his chest at earlier times evinced that. rakan did not care. to feel alive, to be granted illusion of flight with jhin, was an eternity whose end drew near. he's not afraid. ❛ it's going to be our last dance, isn't it ? ❜ life's hue will no longer bless his eyes. darkness lied near, awaiting for its stealthy embrace, believing itself to be unexpected. but rakan's breath is heavy, teeth sunken into jhin's neck, marking a memory for him to remember & remember the man that evoked sweet music from him. he wants jhin to remember each delicate yet rough touch at his hips, the way thumbs drew circles around them ——— each thrust that served as a deceptive truth : that they were near one, that this conjured pleasure was real. ( all of it was real. this was coming. ) ❛ let me give you something to remember then, baby. ❜ presses chin down against gun's curved barrel, intake of breath before a shaky exhale escapes him. he smirks. ❛ & you make sure that they remember me when i go out, yeah ? ❜
how do u feel abt my rakan?
I FEEL LIKE I’M GETTING REPETITIVE SO I JUST WANNA TELL ALL OF YOU......THANK YOU SO FUCKING MUCH I APPRECIATE ALL OF YOU SM!!
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!!!!! THANK UUU FOR THIS ;__;
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MARS OMG.....ARE U TRYING TO GIVE ME A HEART ATTACK??
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AAAAA THANK U!!!
*chucks a 🏆 at his forehead*
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SNIFF.....MY FOREHEAD HURTS...BUT IT’S THE PAIN OF VALIDATION AND FRIENDSHIP. THANK YOU...
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GABBY EXCUSE ME?????? THIS...MEANS SO MUCH TO ME THANK U
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FROSTY THIS VALIDATION FROM YOU.....IS THIS THE REAL FROSTY???? WHO ARE YOU