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lux. /// finalsparke.
❛ rakan ? ❜ there’s a twinge of panic that laces in her words and uncertain movements , head twists and turns in every direction to find where ever he was at. she was not the most perceptive , obviously , but lux eventually sees him. her hands mingle together , mimi hovering just over her shoulder in a comforting manner.
but she can do anything to feel comforted. her jaw tightens , feet shift to take steps back , ( to turn , run , whatever it took to get away from another problem she had been confronted with. ) it was a weakness of hers , to avoid confrontation and avoid generally anything that made her uncomfortable. but this ? seeing rakan like this ? was more than uncomfortable. damning , almost.
lux half - expects xayah to pop out of the shadows and kill her. it was not outside of the realm of possibilities , and she does her best to keep this in mind.
❛ i wouldn’t say special is the right word , ❜ her eyes shift around , trying to find an out , feet still shuffling to stay out of his literal shadow. ❛ we’re all star guardians , we all have our own strong suits. ❜ words tumble out past her lips , trying to make idle conversation.
AS EXPECTED OF A FAUX LEADER, bestowed a title that she has no right of holding. in his eyes, she may be the brightest star in their team, burning, shining, lux is the hope of the future, a promise for starlight's rebirth, she is a beacon quietly revered by all ——— even those that held their own criticisms perceived the blossoming potential that lied dormant within her. / precisely why her fall would be a tragedy for all to behold, a horizon where the sun sets, darkness taking ahold of all, control seized & power granted to damned brat zoe. it would all be for her. for careless promises that would trade one life for the other, where a corrupted heart ( hers, hers, the one that's embraced this darkness, that refuses to chase the light /// her choice made long ago, but was this choice hers to make ? ) may see that sublime glimmer, a promise of purity, be restrained by peace's teachings. it's all for her.
albeit this solitary mission is for him to take, a steady breath & hardened heart does what it deems necessary, worrying not over trifling details. if one must be hurt, if one must be threatened, he is prepared to become the villain of the story. this is one where happiness is a theory, a pre - supposed fact that all can experience, but grief's grasp cannot be understated, it is foreboding & it is near, it never discriminates ; child, adult, human, star guardians, none can escape it. this is a story where loss is inevitable. & he accepts that. while there must be a sacrifice for a grand finale, what leads up to it cannot be forsaken, it is just as important as the main act. a gradual build up that shall leave his audience in awe at his gallant voice, his beloved dance. for now, this was a necessity.
❛ right, right, we all have our strong suits, that's just it. ❜ familiar vocal vibration follows his statement, it's a hum, all too relaxed, as if he enjoyed this. he strides towards her, refusing her an escape from his shadows, for that would be absolving her of responsibility, absolving her of that discomfort that paints every feature of her face. / mimi can't save you. / albeit he's a threatening force, a reborned version of rakan ( he is no longer that amiable man of the past, very one who would generously offer to sing, to soothe his team's anxieties ), the light eludes his smirk, but he is still rakan. whatever her plan was, idle conversation, he takes the bait, stalls on his own actions. knowingly ? unknowingly ? no idea. it's unimportant.
❛ because we're star guardians, we're special, isn't that right ? ❜ he's not asking for elucidation, he's simply echoing her words. ❛ you really are pathetic. ❜ she sees through rose colored lenses, the idealized world of a romantic, where nature blooms, the sun radiates, & chaos is but a myth of the past. what a fucking joke. ❛ if all star guardians were special in their own right, then all of them would work together, right ? ❜ a moment of silence, the ire becomes more evident in his eyes, it contorts his features, his triumphant grin is gone, lips pursing into a frown cursed by the past, by his own fall !!! brows furrow, & he maintains a leveled volume, refusing to let her see emotion's effects. ❛ if all star guardians were special, i wouldn't have been left to die. me & xayah weren't saved. miss basic didn't look back. she got herself out. do you really believe anything you're saying, lux ? ❜
unprompted. / always accepting !!
@quartlet said : i am here to bullie you
u want what i have!!! that’s why u bully me, sweetheart! 😤😤😤
i hate @feyquil so fucking much -
Rakan is a Tall Boy, and @feyquil ‘s got me feeing some sort of way...
permanent starter call. hey y’all, here’s a permanent starter call for me to keep track of who’d be totally ok with me sending them random starters, asks, memes, or IMs!!! if you like this, you’re completely fine with me doing the aforementioned. this is exclusively open to mutuals, as per usual!
————— if losing myself to the darkness would guarantee her heart purity again, then so be it. it's only fair i go out in style ! all i ask is that you'll promise me ...
* ONE LAST SMILE.
indie & private rakan from riot games's league of legends /// loved by ric.
oh yeah here’s the whole mun v. muse deal!
Well…It’s not what you see.
meme. / accepting
@prodigal-ezreal said : I really fucking love how cute and fucking unhinged you are. its amazing and it feels like we are in the same chaotic energy wavelength. Love ya!
nach u might make me cry wtf..........BUT IM SO GLAD WE’RE ON THE SAME CHAOTIC WAVELENGTH!! i try my best tbh, sometimes u gotta be the chaotic bitch u wanna see in this world! ALSO I LOVE U TOO!!!
meme. / accepting
@nullave said : i think... youre a puta :flushed:
omg right back at you puta..............open your fucking purse cecil
Confess something you've thought about me on anon
unprompted. / always accepting !!
@obsidiantias said : “you do not seem fazed,” his tone is even, but his gaze does not betray his curiosity, despite how he reigns in his expressions. claws (once, they had been talons--) manicured into shape far more similar of that of human nails, zelgius looks away, into the distant crowd, nonchalant. "i suppose you must have seen others, then, not unlike myself."
❛ was that what you were worried about ? ❜ in spite of how dense many perceived him to be ( & how such truths lied within his audience that understands how information, no matter how blatant, cannot be processed at times. if he perceives lack of connection, then no such connection existed in the first place, that is reality ), rakan had the capacity to observe & spot conflict between sentiments, dependent on how it's presented on his exterior & the intonation of his voice. zelgius was tough to crack, an impenetrable fortress, walls crafted by none other than him, a mix between vastaya & human. was such a truth reprehensible ?
———————— NO. shunning them was a commonality embraced by many, but when has rakan ever abided by what they perceived as truth. albeit he doesn't put much thought into complex matters such as those, there's no reason for him to follow such arbitrary thought patterns. betrayal, abomination ? don't give him that crap. one's duty in life is to not just be, but live. to live as a mix of the two ... where's the wrong in it ? what part did zelgius have to control any of that ? ( more than he realizes. not once did sky blues grace hands with a glance, 'till now. )
❛ plenty. ❜ when was the last time he'd met someone like him ? possibly long ago, the details are hazy, but rakan knows himself enough to say he's had encounters with others, who they, too, had vastaya blood, whilst having human blood course through their veins. despite conjured prejudices, they are not different in any way. to him, they are attuned with the wild magic from one side, grounded by normalcy on the other, & even then, that was their normal. no such reason for him to judge zelgius on it. ❛ who you are, doesn't matter to me ! those folks over there, ❜ gestures towards distant crowd, confident grin blooming onto his lips, ❛ sure they look similar, but betcha no one's dance is the exact same. just similar. even if each dance is different from the other, there's nothing wrong with that in my eyes. ❜ finally, does his head turn to take a look at zelgius's face. what complete control he had over the emotional side in him // what have you endured ? bare your heart to me. even a tattered heart can be mended with support. // ❛ so give me a smile, alright ? otherwise, i'll have to make you dance with me again. hope you've been practicing ! ❜ hopes his foot isn't stepped on again.
jhin. /// quartlet.
WHAT LIES YONDER THIS FALSE FACE ? what lies beyond any pound of flesh, ruddy and rotten, awaiting oblivion and only knowing the subtle kiss of decay at every waking moment since birth. as far as most folk are concerned, this perfect grin was his true face. carved by his own hands, fashioned by him and him alone. no others could match it, nor replicate each contour and porcelain edge that now looks back at the vastayan, forever ebbing and flowing. oh, but he has so many others. a weeping mask. a furious mask. a melancholic mask. one set of eyes peeled atop another, awaiting the day they will be molded into something new. perfect. pristine. staic cold.
❛ you may call me jhin. ❜ the name rolls off the back of his tongue, moulded and screaming, colouring the blinking spaces between them in a bloody violet. the sound is accompanied by the dipping of a bow. he practically purrs, voice already entangled by an unseen manipulation that distorted and deepened his already heavy throat. there are no other syllables. only one ( and a thousand others ). only one chiming sound that taints the air, intermingling saccharine sweetness and lavishness fitted for a nobleman’s wrist. it sounded like an omen but also a blessing. khada jhin postured himself all too well, so much so that it was so horribly frightening, in the way he could come off so very pleasantly despite the underlying eerie gleam that travelled up the slope of his cloak.
he knows the significance of a name. perhaps that is why he pondered on giving a false one, he has so many already, it would be easy to string together fair - sounding chords. no matter. his head dips in a sidelong glance, the cherry red wine of his gaze not once breaking from summer blue. ❛ now i have given up my own, it is customary that you give yours. ❜
PERFECTIONISM'S IDEOLOGY IS A DANGEROUS ONE, demanding the utmost of one, some may see it as motivator, others will reprimand selves over inability of being able to reach that impossible hope, faux & shining, bright & warm for a deceptive comfort, it was all a mistake. / none survive its depths, that darkness's grasp, no matter if metaphorical, maintains steady grip on their being ——— forget the corporeality, it is the spirit in which it all lies. with such low spirits, they drown in a pool of doubts, drown, drown, drown !!! / but not him.
his name ( jhin, was it ? ) ... there is nothing he knows about him, sans the name. he is a stranger, & rakan ponders of the mask, what it would take to crack it, to see eternal grin, etched onto the surface of what he deems as jhin's face, crack. / that curtain has not been raised yet, not 'till the show starts. desire's urge brazen, dictating a hasty act without thought, take the mask off —————— he relents, impatience strong, yet is it not more fun to entertain himself with said impatience ? ponder, ponder on what murderous intent could be evoked, see meticulous man, following perfection's decree, fuck up in a search for vengeance ? ah, how fun is the thought. his time to strike is not now.
❛ you'd like to know my name ? ❜ an opportune moment to introduce himself, make his name known to stranger that has not heard of whispers & praises of the dancer whose charms were everlasting, whose love for party & freedom were what made him distinct from the rest. / has he noticed ? the flow of his voice when attached to each word, each sound, how rhythmic & natural it all was ? ( curiosity, she is his reason, she is what allows for radiant smirk to bloom, as charismatic as sunlight. ) ❛ a pleasure to meet you, jhin, i ❜ slightly does he lean body forward, limb at his side raises dramatically, pads of each digit facing bright blue skies above, & he pauses. dramatic effect. in hopes of a laugh ? to mock ? who knows, rakan just does. ❛ am rrrrakan. ❜ query answered with best intentions, he now bends forward, limb lowering, 'till a successful bow is given. if he is to give his name, it's only fair he makes it as flashy as possible. all eyes on him. even if an audience of one, eccentric antics are never abandoned.
❛ finest dancer you'll ever meet, ❜ now, he gravitates towards masked man, striding in an all too calm manner, perhaps too mischievous for his own good. ❛ that, & i'm known for ... ❜ upright at first, though he opts to slouch forward once more, as hand reaches to gently hold exposed hand, perhaps the only natural part of him in rakan's eyes. own hand raises jhin's, toward rakan's face, near his lips, a true gentleman's greeting, a kiss pressed against back of his hand all that's missing. in its stead, the threat of one with sneering lips, curving upwards in its every joking intent. he is coquettish for the thrill, for his second quality, ❛ my charms. some just call me the charmer. lucky you, ❜ subsequent vocal vibrations are mirthful, a chuckle to accompany this demeanor he's adopted. cerulean seas afixed on eternally smiling mask, daring to challenge the crimson roses that gazed back. ❛ many would kill for a moment with me. ❜ & he retracts his hand, taking a step back, returning to his own personal bubble, previous upright posture, hand resting against his side.
I SPENT MOST OF MY LIFE SHROUDED IN DARKNESS—
independent & private zelgius / the black knight from the fire emblem franchise. by equinox. template credit!
idk who i haven’t interacted w/ yet so like. here’s an inbox call! hit that neat little like for rakan in ur inbox!!
unprompted. / always accepting !!
@bloodthrrsty said : " a lot of color, and a lot of shouting doesn't keep you from being catfood. so why don't you try taking it more seriously. "
❛ try taking it more seriously ? ❜ such an impertinent accusation ! were the vibrant hues of his feathers, very ones that garnered the attention of any & all that dared cross paths with him, not enough ? shall a plumed vastaya forsake the loving colors of a warm summer ——— blending into the sea's delightful greens near the tips of his feathers ——— for the sake of being ' serious ? ' no, no !! beauty does not bend its will so easily, it is carefully constructed & upheld by time, objective beauty like him can't change at the discretion of others. no, he remains cool, collected, not a care in the universe, & that star provides everlasting gifts for all. so long as a job is done, appearances & the volume of his voice don't matter. never have, never will.
❛ you take things way too seriously ! ❜ a gradual crescendo within his words, rising & speaks with a drawl just for emphasis. he is the antithesis of a passive, hushed person —— they could not handle an audience's eyes, whereas he craved it, sought it for success !! ❛ i'll be fine. if i haven't been turned into catfood yet ... ❜ hums as his a hand is drawn towards own face, singular digit tapping against the side of his head, knowing grin curving at his lips, smug, for he knows he is elusive & can make any escape with how swift he is. everything he did always had a dash of pizazz. ❛ chances are, it ain't gonna happen any time soon. ❜
RAKAN
↳THE CHARMER
im discussing this w/ @prodigal-ezreal but. sg rakan ( pre-corruption ) is just not good at getting hints FDLJHJHDK like if u have a crush on him there’s a high chance he Won’t Know You Do and that’s that on that.
this one’s for u gabby @quartlet this quarantine is making jhin learn a few dance moves!
( credit: motion, model, stage )
The Eternal Dancers
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. ❜
Shipping Call - Send me one if you want to plot one or more of these
💚 - friendship 💙 - kinship ( blood or symbolic familial bond ) 💔 - past relationship 💜 - hateship ( they hate each other but can’t stay away ) 💛 - hateship ( enemies ) 💟 - friends with benefits ❤ - romantic relationship
what are your character’s major flaws? / headcanon prompt + ( naming at least 3 )
willing to sacrifice himself. it’s not a secret to him that he’s willing to put his life on the line for xayah. rakan cares too much about her, he wouldn’t hesitate to sacrifice himself if it could ensure her safety, ensure her happiness, ensure her a brighter future, he’d be ok with trading his life for hers. he’s aware that it would hurt her. he’s aware the of the dire consequences, but he’s unwilling to change his ways. xayah is his world, & if it meant dying to protect his world, he wouldn’t need to think twice. this is the extent of his love & his care for her. whether she wholeheartedly accepts it or not, he doesn’t know, but he stays resolute on this choice he’s made.
excessively prideful. one could describe him as narcissistic, a vastaya that’s self-centered without a lick of altruism -- scratching off the altruism part, they would be right. rakan is vain, & he’s not ashamed of it. he knows he looks good, he knows he dances good, & most importantly, he knows he fights good. his cockiness can either attract more people ( which, if it does, it’s fulfilling that desire for attention, so he deems this pride of his to have its perks ), or it can drive them away. one thing’s for sure, rakan’s pride is one of his greatest flaws.
impulsive as all hell. no matter how much you may inform rakan of a schedule, a plan, anything, he’s bound to forsake it & opt for what he relies on best: his own instinct. while this benefits him, insofar the can improvise on the spot & make a plan work in an unorthodox manner, this impulsiveness could be the death of him. he is a man who follows his heart, acts on his gut’s warning or approval of a situation, all with one goal in mind: keeping xayah safe or keeping her out of danger.
tagged by: oh i stole this from quin and cole tagging: @shadowhelmed @vuikusen @foreignidol @finalsparke @quartlet @fraying @drakenskies n anyone else who wants to do this!
so. we doing nsfw hcs, huh? let’s do this.
rakan’s dick is literally just seven inches. yes he takes pride in it.
rakan likes to switch, through and through! while he’s happy to mostly give up the position of control n let someone top him, he also likes topping, so like. don’t write him off as just a bottom 100% of the time!
rakan’s nipples n pecs are sensitive, it’s the area where he likes to be touched the most! just groping him there, grabbing his nipples and playing with them a bit, that’s enough to make him flinch & let out a heavy breath, absolutely refusing to moan. ofc, if you’re persistent, he’s bound to moan at some point.
he’s really good with his mouth, probably because he doesn’t have a gag reflex? but aside from that, it’s likely because he knows how to use his tongue, how to suck someone off real good without any problem.
rakan’s a missionary type of guy, and that’s that on that. be it for a simple fuck n go or one of the more intimate moments where hearts become one, he will opt mostly for mission. unless you want to ride him -- or he rides you? that’s an exception he’s willing to make.
speaking of simple fucks and intimate moments, how rakan goes about the two is very different. one is mere fuckbuddy potential or one night stand, the other is if he truly, deeply cares for you enough to love you. in the former, his movements are more impatient, or he’s working slow to deliberately tease & get you to bed. everything feels more desperate, more hungry. if it’s intimate, he takes his time, really does, and in lieu of whispering dirty phrases, meant to turn you on, he’s working specifically to try and make you feel loved. comforted. he’s incredibly passionate, asks you if you’re enjoying it, if you’re ok, he prioritizes your comfort the most. it’s not a simple minimal conquest for pleasure, it’s his time to show you how much he loves you through his actions & not just his words. it’s one of the few times he abandons his cocky demeanor to be serious and put you at the forefront. it’s his method of loving.
...............anyway he likes scratching your back if you’re topping him. he wants to leave his own marks one way or another. speaking of marking, please kiss and bite his neck. he loves that. likewise, he’ll do the same, whenever given the opportunity!
ALSO AFTERCARE. he’s really good at aftercare. there’s always going to be praise and cuddles after sex. well. depending on the muse ig FDLJHFDLJH
rakan’s willing to try anything once, honestly? but if he doesn’t like it he’ll let u know, just so they never rly do it again.
rakan isn’t afraid to use his charms to try and seduce someone, since all is fair in love and war. ofc, the sex there is bound to be shallow, since you might see him as an object to derive pleasure from, just as he’ll see you.
this is honestly just an idea more than it is a hc but. can u use magic during sex? no? well now you can! i say fuck the orthodox principles that try to bound me LFDJHDFH
'' the moment i lose control, the shadows may awake their true nature and try to devour your flesh in order to gain a constant physical form. you probably like your flesh, do you not? "
❛ their true nature ? ❜ the implications are there, that they are at his will. his every command is law they abide by, unless they break free of that control, adopt that nature they so desire & scramble to nearest supposed victim for a physical form. is that their intention ? his words ring true, they're a blade, a threat to silence him. alas, his thoughts lie elsewhere. ❛ so, you control them & you don't ! at the same time ? that means you can make them do it, or they do it by themselves ! ❜ that definitely clears things up. /// @umbrasecta
