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@feyquil don’t fucking play with ric as your support. just don’t do it, i had to force him out of support for me.
y’all may not know league but lemme tell you i am FEELING myself w these games bro
??? /// yuanfena.
@feyquil· asked : ❛ sorry, looks like you’re involved! ❜HOWL’S MOVING CASTLE / ACCEPTING
HIS SENSES were still sharp even underneath the veil of alcohol , the thin fog cast over his mind a constant companion that no longer hindered him. he had no intention of getting involved in anything , much less something that would bring undue attention to his person. still, he couldn’t have stood by when five fighters thought it fair to tackle the ONE , even when it became apparently clear that this individual did not require his help. his pointed steel swept through the still air in habit. the sword was clean of blood , all its cuts carried out by the sharp gales it summoned.
“ is that right? ” his lids lowered over dark eyes , voice gruff underneath his high collar. the wind picked up from all directions , steps lighter than the ones before - furtive. “ i should have known, ” his steady gaze lifted to take rakan into his vision , a name he had heard carried in the whispers of the wind once , or twice , and had only really learned moments before. a crooked smile tilted his lips , pressed towards his left , “ you look like trouble. ”
to commit folly & be chased by five fighters that had an acquired aptitude towards the art ? that is where a charmer's obliviousness becomes evident, knowing naught of how fearsome foes may be / his idea appeared simple, it was brief, all for a small bit of entertainment acquired through riling up these guys. the plan was to slip from their fingers, a slippery dance that facilitated his escape ; he did not, however, account for how they might stick to him. chase after him, close that gap between them, jump on him as if he were prey, left with no escape route, near its death ——— too bad this bird has wings. this bird has the benefit of the wind to keep him in life's flight a little longer, his swan song shan't be sung yet ! upon being rescued, he takes his stand & walks on over to supposed ' gallant knight ' with an all too jubilant gait, as lively as ever.
❛ seems like you know of me, huh ? ❜ hand comes up slow, digit curls around his own chin, humming & assessing yasuo's facial assets. hm. not exactly what he expected, but beggars can't be choosers. the wind's cry does not relent & he opts to say by warrior's side, humming at conjured safe zone. ❛ i am trouble, let's get that straight. ❜ fingers snap, index pointing towards group of five. ❛ follows me wherever i go. take these guys, for example. ❜ smirk curls at his lips, from ear to ear. ❛ i dunno, though. danger always brought out my bad side. it's just a lot of fun, wouldn't you say, stranger ? ❜ he's as loquacious as ever.
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.
the end. /// quartlet.
NOTHING SURVIVES THE EVENT HORIZON, not even the vestiges of lonely gods whose makers have all but forsaken them to The Dark. hazy halos ripple across an ad infinitem. glimpses of time, of reality stretch across this speckled canvas where planets are set only to crumble and where stars shimmer only to shatter. spaces are blinking, they are large and vast but small and miniscule. size cannot be deciphered here, there are too many unthinkable places flashing in and out of existence.
❛ AlOnE … ❜ a sound carries its own wavelength. they pierce, caress and intermingle with every overwhelming vibrato. voices speak out in the darkness, they giggle and scream and weep. an amalgamation of tones brushes against another, existing outside all living things. only entangled limbs are seen, reaching out from an ebbing blackness, until pools of bronze - gold burst forth. He laughs. ❛ yOu ArE aLoNe. ❜
DIRT UNIVERSE / @feyquil.
O, HOW THE STARS SHINE BRIGHT AMIDST CHAOS ! to become part of universe's eternal canvas was never a thought out plan ; alas, he is naught but a corrupted star guardian, abiding by newfound orders to murder those he once deemed companions ( were they ever friends ? could one so audacious to leave you to die even be bestowed such a label ? how utterly ludicrous is the notion ).
an array of colors paints this once empty canvas, variety in its every corner, trace of color at every turn : carmine stars shall shine & dance with stars blessed with a lilac hue, they shall shine bright notwithstanding the battles he tirelessly fought alongside his beloved & zoe. these stars have bared witness to the many times he has fallen out of mere desire to protect what seemed integral to him, a part of him that, indubitably, he would feel his being to be nothing without. xayah deserves to live. death's icy embrace has already claimed both once, repeated occurrences of such would only evoke dire consequences for the near future. that's not what he wanted.
irony embraced his person long ago, when life's hue had been stripped from him ————— even now, as he breathes & feels at own body, seeking a heartbeat, a reminder of past self that felt & felt & felt, his resolute promise remains true : an immutable desire to protect her. // a solitary mission that rejects the aid of another, he is an actor on this lone stage, no props around him, no audience for him to perform for. & this stage is bleak, dull, it is a reminder of what lies at the end of his path. it's dark, & he must prepare to face that alone, for burdening her with fate's unchanging mark ... no point, no point !!! this is a self satisfying act for the sake of another, for life's light cannot ever be granted to him again. he accepts it. to live is to regain the purity of that honeyed past, free of this darkness whose clutches is tight around them ; he shall free its clutches from her, allow her to return to the light !! embrace this darkness that wishes to make one fall, then it shall be him & him alone. if it was all for her, if it was all for ————————
❛ huh ? ❜ vocalized fear slips through lips, hands balled into clenched fists, nails digging into skin, as if to draw out crimson ichor, serving as means of composing self. refuse to show fear. body moves, agile & frightened at cacophony of voices // ther are not his own, they are not his own, theyarenothisowntheyarenothisowntheyarenothisown !! // —————— & without hesitation, gold bursts forth, citrine hues fixated on celestial form before him. TERROR. terror itself has clutched his throat, rendering rakan speechless, preventing any mobility. movement itself became a myth, 'till gift of speech was granted once more, any hopes of composure being sought & gained gone, a speck in fate's cruel shadow. ❛ who ——— what the hell are you !? ❜
on the final day of march, i offer you a xayah “say so” fancam... tomorrow? who knows...
( credit: motion [ thank u ᑭIᗰᑭ-ᗰᗩᗰᗩ ᗰEI! ], model, stage )
𝚒 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚑
𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍 indie/selective/private
i may as well post rakan’s full kink sorter hang on
heeee’s iffy on like. 26-30 he’ll try it but probably won’t like it. everything else is pretty much smth he’d enjoy! what’s on top he’ll enjoy most obviously but. yeah!
also i took this here if anyone wants it
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👶 Does your muse want children?
i think he does, yes!! rakan being a father would actually be kinda soft so. u know. i’d be down to write smth like that!
⌛️ How long does your muse last in bed?
how good is his partner? i’m kidding- well, partly. rakan can last a long while if he really wants to make the moment last, give or take…20 mins, if it’s something special? otherwise, if it’s just a quick fuck-n-go, he won’t last very long. especially if he’s being riled up like all hell. just some fun facts to consider! /// @shadowhelmed
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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
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🌹 Is your muse more interested in love or lust?
thiiis is a tricky one, if i’m honest with you. we know very well that rakan is into love – he demonstrates this through his love for xayah, where he willingly travels with her, protects her, cares for her enough to state that “I can feel her worry. She’s smarter than me about so many things, but foolish about love sometimes.” he’s experienced with love. he loves her enough to even state “I will tickle her later. We will laugh and drink. She will plan and I will sing. I feel her cheek on my chest. I’m glad that Xayah needs me now.” rakan loves xayah. he’s the light that will shine through that storm in her heart, clearing those skies for her to smile again. with this established, we know rakan feels strongly about love & his love for another. in that case, why would i be struggling to choose one or the other? well, lust is there more covertly, conceptualized in rakan’s character through bits & pieces of disloyalty. there’s hints through in-game voice lines that he can be a little…ready to have fun outside of love. that might make me think that he does put some semblance of importance to lust. lust is more about a quest for sexual pleasure, be it brief or long-term. whereas love is more so falling for someone, the components of lust becoming a secondary interest here, whilst the first interest is keeping that person safe, happy, & overall just enjoy any moment with that person. be it when they’re in peril or just relaxing, lazing around, watching the clouds up above. anyway i rambled a lot sorry LFJHLDFHJF /// @cnpluria
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💞 Would your muse ever consider a threesome (or more!)
yeeeep! without a doubt. rakan’s the kind of guy who’d be down for a threesome or more – only bc the more the merrier, really!
💏 When did your muse have their first kiss?
if i had to think deeply on it, i’d say it was probably around his adolescence ( whenever the hell that might be for lhotlan vastaya, i don’t exactly have any specific details on that if i’m honest ), flirting with whichever girl he found himself attracted to, charming her with his good looks, smooth words, until they kissed. now, was it perfect? hell no, it was awkward as hell, bc rakan didn’t rly know how to give a kiss. sure, he heard about it, but never really experienced it. needless to say, he now knows when and when not to use his teeth lmao
nsfw & fluff headcanons
🔥 What are your muse’s turn-ons?
✂ What are your muse’s turn-offs?
💞 Would your muse ever consider a threesome (or more!)
💏 When did your muse have their first kiss?
👶 Does your muse want children?
💋 What is your muse’s sexual orientation?
🌺 When did your muse lose their virginity?
🌀 What are 3 of muse’s top kinks?
❌ Have they ever cheated or been cheated on?
🌹 Is your muse more interested in love or lust?
⇕ Is your muse a top or a bottom? Both?
ღ Does your muse like using toys?
⌛️ How long does your muse last in bed?
📺 Does your muse enjoy porn?
ϟ Does your muse masturbate?
📱 Would your muse ever send nudes?
💬 Is your muse vocal in bed?
👅 Does your muse enjoy giving oral sex? Receiving?
⏰ What time of the day does your muse prefer to have sex?
💍 Would your muse like to get married?
🔒 Is your muse into bondage?
Nooo don't lose yourself to the darkness your so sexy ahah
sorry what was that?
yeah btw this bitch is gonna be lost to the darkness so uh. go wild.
so which one of y’alls muses is a corrupted star guardian..............anyone?
“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”
❛ confident enough to go out by yourself, aren't you ? ❜ smug tone is evident, every intent lying within his words as smug smirk curves at his lips, visage presenting faux ease, one to deceive her enough to allow her guard to fall.
lux, optimist at heart that sought peace & serenity through each battle — her desire to grow as a team remains admirable, it is one of the defining features that sets her apart from the rest ( a true leader is fit to help herself & those around her ). alas, that, too, may be her drastic downfall, what inhibits her from truly blooming into the beauteous flower she holds potential to be. one may clamor over how pivotal it is to cooperate, the integrity of teamwork, but cooperation is a myth. leaders don an amicable guise to deceive others into doing selfish work, for leaders are meant to abandon others they don't see fit —— leaders will allow others to fall in their stead.
❛ you must feel really lucky, star nerd. ❜ impish tone applied without problem, rakan's movements fluid & much too relaxed, edging closer & utilizing his towering stature to loom over her, staring down, down at her, for she is small. a simple task. a persistent bug that must be squashed. accept the doubts of your heart. ❛ running into me of all people ! you should feel special. ❜ in that same instance, another tonal shift is beckoned, countenance following right along : eyelids lower ever so slightly, corner of lips curving wider towards ears, & his voice ? void of its initial gaiety. ❛ special, that's what everyone says you are, but i'm sure you know you're not all that special. that you can't do anything to help anyone, right ? ❜ /// @finalsparke
❛ do i ... recognize you ? ❜ is this information that he's supposed to know ? are vastaya now expected to understand & process all of the information that is whispered & shared between the humans ? absolutely not. hand travels short distance to rub nape of own neck, canvas of his face colored with confusion ( heart on his sleeve, or heart on his face ? perhaps too much heart is the issue ). lips part for a moment, as if to speak, only for them to purse & consider his next words carefully. to hell with it. ❛ nope, sorry, you don't look familiar at all. ❜ /// @prodigal-ezreal
❛ what you just used there ... ❜ there was no doubt in his heart, it's beautiful even when a human uses it, albeit different in its own way —— is it as free when they possess it ? is it restricted ? queries are conjured as he processes her methods, cyans fixating on her countenance, then slow do those orbs shift to gaze at her petite hands. ❛ that was magic, right ? ❜ features enter into silent conflict, uncertain between looking perplexed or excited. he opts for a smile, appearing amiable, even if it's only for a brief moment. ❛ can you do it again ? i wanna see more of it ! ❜ /// @demacianmage
❛ ouch. that looks like a nasty wound. ❜ is making such a statement appropriate upon seeing stranger suffering in silence ? in the solitude of sacred forest ? he believes so. silence of the forest a pleasant sound to accompany any particular moment, but to grant one an opportunity to fill said silence with his voice ? perhaps that's a blessing in of itself. he does not hesitate to embark with a hesitant gait, as if to exhibit innocuous concern whilst maintaining a safe distance to not lose his life so easily to a human. ❛ you, uh, need a hand there ? i could probably help you, but that's a huge probably. ❜ /// @kyunai
battle dancing is one of the things he took pride in, one of the things he has honed, not simply out of mere interest, but because it is interwoven with the care of his being. dancing is freedom. freedom is dancing. to have one with the other is naught but a lie ( a carefully constructed concept that would be forsaken, for it is a mere imitation of the art, albeit lacking soul ). that is his rationale for why kayn does this. why kayn continues to train without breaking sweat, why he perceives kayn to push himself to his limits, why he believes kayn explains it to him, & despite how exhaustive it may be, sheepish grin is all that is offered ——— forgive him, he hasn't processed all that information.
❛ right, right, so ... ❜ digits curl right against his chin, lips coming to form a small pout, brows furrowed as he attempts to regurgitate kayn's information to him. ❛ you do that so that they can ... ❜ trails off into silence, humming. a shrug is offered in place of a verbal answer. ❛ i dunno, fall ? ❜ this is a mess. /// @shadowhelmed
sidles up to him and worms his way beneath his cloak wing thing to keep warm
inattentive azures fixated on particular rock structure, attempting to understand if its form had always been the way he sees it now // has the rock undergone change ? was what perceived as immovable, unchanging, able to convert to its current form ? logical explanation behind it a bore, more intriguing is the idea of life's dance interlacing itself with rock's time, nature's dance wild & free, the two conjoining to create what now sits before him. attention, however, is fully diverted upon feeling one hide beneath his wing. very same one that dons the guise of a cloak to foolish humans, those that knew naught of the magical properties bestowed onto it, over it & beneath it.
speaking of lying beneath it, just who is that ?
❛ hey, careful with the feathers ! ❜ exclamation's delivered without second thought as he quickly turns around, perpetrator revealed ! in lieu of anger painting his features, a smile finds itself forming on rakan's lips, a chuckle elicited at the sight. limb shifts, only for hand to be placed against the nape of his neck & sheepishly rub it. ❛ you startled me there for a second, varus. don't sneak up on a guy like that ! ❜ /// @blightbrought
there's no use in seeking to draw ire from man whose armor gave him appearance of a fortress, man whose axe is great than his own head. should opportunity arise, an opportune moment to pester stranger, it shall be graciously taken ! that may only open gates for danger to sneak through, act as looming threat over rakan's person ——— the prospect could be considered terrifying, but he is rakan. he finds it entertaining, knowing himself to be more agile than this fortress man. life is much too short for him to worry about danger sticking to his side ( was it not always there ? was it not something he grew accustomed to ? he does not fear danger's sharp claws digging into his flesh, for it'll never draw out that gory wine it desires so. rakan will escape it every single time. )
❛ that's way too big an axe you got there ! ❜ perchance too excited to make such a bold statement. brows rise in intrigue, a hum emits from throat, elongated as he thoroughly perceives the weapon ... then the facial attributes, as if looking for a sign. has he succeeded ? no ? ❛ are yoooouu ... compensating for something ? ❜ small curve at the corner of his lips. he's far too prepared for this. /// @ofostia
"Nice feathers, Lhotlan. Mind if I have a touch?"
❛ huh ? ❜ stranger's voice falls upon his ears & they twitch in curiosity. first, this isn't anyone he recognizes —— perhaps that's obvious from the way he's being addressed. ' lhotlan. ' not many he knows address him as such. it's enough to cause him to turn around, quirk his brow at stranger & scrutinize every aspect of him : brown fur, sharp teeth, some patched of red near the top of his head ... ? is that what that is ? he's not too certain, but his eyes would never lie to him !
❛ took an interest in my feathers, didn't you ? what can i say, i'm the embodiment of beauty ! ❜ vain, isn't he ? but how could he not be ? none had feathers more beauteous than his, none had the unique orange hues that melted into yellows & mixed into green & yellows. none had that same glimmer his had ; yes, rakan's quills could be desired by many, albeit he would never relinquish such a gift he's been granted ! beauty is in the eye of the beholder, though objective beauty is dictated by nature, & it has chosen him to be that objective beauty, it disproves that underlying assumption of subjective beauty. ❛ don't normally let just anyone touch, but i guess i'll make an exception ! ❜ /// @shuriman-thief
OH YEAH btw i............am thinking on a fe3h verse for rakan. n i’ve thought about it for a bit, and think that i’ve decided to make him a part of the leicester alliance! whether he’s of noble blood or not idk yet bc......i’d love to give him a crest that could prevent counter attacks sometimes, u feel me? n also. i know u have to choose your unit to make a dancer but rakan’s already a dancer unit and u can’t tell me otherwise! OH AND. ALSO. i’m gonna make him a mage bc i don’t think there’s anything he could be better at than reason and faith magic? ( he’s probably more adept with faith than reason, i’d say ) i’m gonna go ahead n say he can’t be recruited into edelgard’s house unless xayah’s there but. u know. LFDJHFDH