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xayah/rakan for a prompt
lies & deceit truly will guide him to some of the most peculiar of adventures. previous ones were short - lived, involved nothing but a little bit of walking, perhaps sneaking into somewhere, enjoy the moment, all familiar jazz he's dealt with before. only few ever lasted longer than those brief trips. one, in particular, had him crossing over a city or two. no problem for him ! but this ? this is on a grander scale than his previous adventures. he's set off to wander ionia, almost top to bottom to fulfill promise of unbinding him from his bow. that promise held not a speck of truth. but oh, at least he can talk without fearing that death is looming over him, or rather, shooting deadly arrows his direction.
❛ so ... ❜ there's a hum, & he's wondering what type of conversation they could have. something to fill the awkward silence between them. ❛ you're how many years old ? i know this is the 5th time i've asked, but i just need to make sure you aren't pulling my leg here ! ❜ /// @blightbrought
Dont mind her , standing on the tips of her toes ! JUST to try and be taller than him though its all fun & games ! Swaying her nine tails as if they were a cloak of feathers she appeared to be impersonating him ever so slightly .
kumiho's solid attempt at matching vastaya's height could be considered adorable, endearing, & to an extent, enchanting & charming. was that not her goal, though ? to charm him & lull him into faux security, his down fall were his guard to be let down so easily. is this her true intent ? possibly so. does he consider such a dire possibility ? no. joy's grin curves at rakan's lips, features brighten up & an amused chuckle escapes him. he's impressed at her attempt to impersonate him. it could use some work, though there's a certain flattery that comes with impersonation.
❛ fox tails for wings, huh ? ❜ hum indicates that he's pondering over it, as if it were a viable idea, albeit surely ... ❛ nope, think my feathers still take the cake ! they shine & glimmer in the sunlight, y'know ? ❜ /// @vuikusen
“of course! everyone loves me!″
for those rakan lovers out there
aight time to start writing here again! like this for a starter of varying length! no cap!
I’ll follow you into the dark <3
I FOUND THIS IN SOMEONE'S RULES, AND IT'S RELEVANT
I like to know my writing partner. This isn’t always necessary, and if you’re not the sort of person who tries to get chummy with their roleplaying buddies, that’s absolutely fine, but in my experience, the plots and characters that last the longest are the ones with the players that I can message at 3 in the morning with an idea without feeling like I’m bothering them.
aight time to start writing here again! like this for a starter of varying length! no cap!
today... rakan “say so” fancam. tomorrow? who knows what y’all might get...
( credit: motion, model, stage )
what’s your muses’ position?
oh well
canon may say rakan is 5′9″ but i’m always gonna make him tall and no one can stop me.
performer. /// quartlet.
AMBIGUOUS TILL THE LAST, it was his cloak, his skin, his shield, his everything. lingering doubt always wore itself well upon the faces of those who seek to peer in, to gaze until every last droplet is revealed. far better to live as a dream than to live at all. or at least, that is what comforted him, dismal as it may be. khada jhin never performs without reason, though oft times art requires no reason in being, no purpose in merely existing. art is, and so he is. he shall always be, haunting the streets of cobbled houses belonging to a no - name village in zhyun. devils do not seek reason, they seek what they thrive for, and thus he shall exist eternally, eternally, inside the nightmares of all those who have come to know him.
❛ i’m sure you are simply dying to know. ❜ his tone is languid, terribly languid. an undying smile curling artificial lips forevermore until the day it cracks open or it is torn away by bruised fingertips ( he wondered sometimes, if such a time might come to pass, though the dream is quickly dashed by visions of bleeding jaws and threaded necks. they bloom wildly. bursting from bone and blood vessel ; magnificent ). for now, rakan is neither a thorn nor a threat. perhaps he is both though he has not yet pricked at the flesh enough to draw forth the virtuoso’s true ire. what is one fool compared to another ? what is the sun when compared to the yawning darkness ? oh, what wonder.
❛ you will find taking certain precautions might one day save your skin in the long run, dear boy. ❜ his words are meant to burrow beneath, wearing teeth that snap and snicker between twists of petals. everything about khada jhin is a performance. whether or not it is agonising, is yet to be seen, and for the vastayan that day might never come. though he may be swept away by his curiosity all he likes. ❛ best not to tempt fate now, no ? ❜
such a profound level of serenity his voice encompassed, a natural ease — sickeningly so — both in movements & voice, a spark of envy may find itself growing, blooming at the heart of a certain vastaya. it is mystery to him if what ears hear are reality ; more so, is the drawl in voice merely imagination, auditory illusion, or factual perception ? curiosity, once enchanting & pure, begins its conquest of mind. a plague does it become that affects every corner of self ——— nonetheless, glee prevails behind it, hoping to discover what truths may lie behind man enveloped in mystery. despite aching desire to know, he relents & decides to break ice, know first secret ( if one could call it that ) of man behind mask.
❛ lucky for you, i love to tempt fate. ❜ that he does. why else would he remain near evidenty dangerous character ? most would back from treacherous individual, turn tail & return home, to safety's warm embrace, but not him. a taste of danger would usually equate to a taste of entertainment, a taste of fun. successfully evoking ire & annoyance from one who maintained calm demeanor would be a fruitful endeavor. for what reason ? none at all !! it is action without reason, entertainment sought in most peculiar of areas ❛ i'll tempt it right now & ask : what's the name you've got ? either the one that comes with the mask, or the one behind it. i'm game. ❜ yet another shot at attempting to unravel the intricate web of mysteries that lie behind masked killer. smile, smile, for those secrets may not yet be within reach, albeit a stubborn vastaya knows naught of giving up.
& he takes opportunity to allow fate to guide limbs towards front of artisan's path, finally attaining desired destination : a blockage in his path, hoping to garner necessary information to dispel the mystery of name, to elongate conversation. fated stranger, stay a while ! travels may make one dreary & desire respite at vilest hour. come, stick for a chat.
the real bruh moment is rakan having blue eyes in official art but green eyes in his in game model
sylas. /// fraying.
𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐘 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐄𝐃𝐆𝐄, 𝐀 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑, 𝐀 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋, 𝐀 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐃𝐆𝐄 … the wolf’s teeth snap around the wings of a bird. it chews through feather and flesh and sinew and bone, the crunch so loud; but the screech, the lark - song of distress, drowns out all growls of hunger and whistling of weeping willows. the wolf leaves the bird with its broken wing alive, for someone else to eat, for wolves do not hunt birds for feed, so all that is left is for sport.
“ tell me about these people of yours. ”
demacia does not hold many vastaya within their ranks, their innate connection to magic making them much too close to the very thing the land detests the most, and thus books of knowledge or gossip of old holds little more power than a candle to the fire sylas desires to start.
he folds a hand beneath chin, resting elbow on knee. golden chains are collected in lap, heavy and familiar and a constant but awful reminder of the burdens placed upon a young boy’s shoulders. sylas blinks slowly, wolf - ish eyes squinting into a glare, and despite the rays partially blinding him the evening sun is pleasantly warm against his skin.
summer in ionia is different than it is in demacia, he muses, for they need not worry about the cold draft brought in from the north.
“ the lhotlan vastaya. i have heard of your wings and naught else. tell me, does everyone participate in the art of battle - dance, or is it just the ostentatious few ? ”
@feyquil / starter call.
BUT OH, MALEVOLENT WOLF WHOSE GAPING MAW bares blood of flightless bird, what is folly if not the half - assed action ? intent not to feed, intent not to sate infinitesimal hunger, it was all for sport, yet only a song of distress escaped nightingale —— what of its swan song ? on his stage ( the stage you have so dared walk on ), such performance is averted from gaze of a predator. fractured wing shall never be graced with flight's song anew, fractured wing must accept fate's cruel truth : deprivation of freedom, deprivation of flight !! oh, dear wolf, finish what is started, for revenge's guiding light shall not mend aching wing, albeit it shall grant tools to return favor ; wolf, wolf, a predator needs not its eyes to hunt.
revolutionary who bears magic with natural ease intrigued him, for tales have been whispered of ( the unshackled wolf, free from the cage that once barred gift of magic — like a bird that sought freedom & found its calling despite its clipped wings ), fear & admiration stirred for one that is at forefront of pivotal rebellion. what is rakan to make of this ? verily, some humans possessed natural affinity for magic, thereby the silencing of this one's gift not too different from his own cause he so voraciously devoted himself to.
a gray area is conjured at the conception of such a thought : whilst their relations clung onto appearance of being amicable, was that truth itself ? is he to doubt one whose aspirations align with his own ? or shall admiration be exhibited through look & actions ? he doesn't know.
perchance it's the cant of his head the denotes initial confusion, only to be cleared up at mage's clarification of his query. though the sun continues to set beyond horizon, its dying rays paving way for glimmering moonlight's rise from opposite direction, rakan's features brighten up with raised brows & momentary open - mouthed smile ( soon closes into regular grin, for those pearly whites may show some form of aggression ——— something he wishes to avoid with his ' guest ' ), they are enough to rival the radiant sun that elates ionia's people. as rakan sits cross - legged, elbows resting on either knee, his posture shifts with intrigue, leaning forward a bit, maybe too eager to talk.
what better is he at than talking, after all ?
❛ not everyone's as great at battle - dancing as i am, that's one thing we've gotta get settled. ❜ much too confident statement delivered without any thought on repercussions of his words. just like him. ❛ not everyone participates in it, not as far as i'm aware. ❜ source of knowledge for his own tribe ? probably not. ❛ i like to think of it as an art. the best art that comes from it are the bodacious ones ! the ones who put heart & into their battle - dancing. you need the flow of battle, the flow of rhythm, & the HEART of magic. ❜ at least, that's what his style has embodied.
ahri. /// vuikusen.
❛ you almost took a nasty fall there. guess you should be thankful i caught you on time! ❜ @feyquil·
she was - in fact , he had caught her perfectly within his grasp as a shield immediately enveloped her for several moments only for the vixen to be let go . Ahri is thankful and it shows on her expression , bright golden eyes remaining on the Vastayans own before she clears her throat & flattens out her skirt . “ Thank you Rakan . “
Casually does she say this , a little huff to her breath as she had actually been SAVED by the taller . how embarrassing … . well , just a little at least which is why there had been red staining the fox’s cheeks .
“ almost - i’m sure I would have been fine . . “
❛ what ? c'mon, who knows what would've happened ! ❜ lips curve up into a smug grin, every intent to bring her attention to him & have her acknowledge his majestic catch, accompanied with the glamorous dash that brought about the brief shield to protect her from the fall. excessive ? perhaps to the layperson, yet rakan's far from that. a craving for any forms of attention guiding his careful actions for his audience's praise. her simple thank you was enough for him. ❛ we can't have you or your pretty face get messed up from a fall, right ? you're still a dependable ally in this fight, after all. ❜ he pauses, chuckle forming at the base of his throat & sneaking past his lips. ❛ just remember i'm the more beautiful of the two, yeah ? ❜
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.
actually let me annoy u guys does anyone want rakan in their inbox
nsfw meme
bold - applies always.
italic - applies sometimes.
strikethrough - applies a hard no
* INCLINATIONS/HABITS:
is submissive | is dominant | prefers to top | prefers to bottom | likes to switch | identifies as heterosexual | identifies as homosexual | identifies as bisexual | identifies as pansexual | identifies as asexual | doesn’t label | enjoys sex with men | enjoys sex with women | enjoys sex with multiple people at one time | initiates | waits for partner to initiate | spits | swallows | prefers sex in the morning | prefers sex at night | prefers sex any time | no sex drive | low sex drive | average sex drive | high sex drive | hypersexual
* BODY/APPEARANCE:
small build | medium build | athletic build | muscular build | curvy build | voluptuous build | wears boxers | wears lingerie | goes ‘commando’ | cup size a-c | cup size d-f | 1-5" in length | 6-9" in length | 10" or over in length |
* SOUNDS:
is silent / makes little to no sounds | is very quiet | is very loud | grows in volume over time | bites hand / partner / pillow to muffle themselves | calls out partner’s name (depends and solely happens during lovemaking) | curses | fakes/exaggerates | prefers a quiet partner | prefers a loud partner | is turned on by dirty talk | is 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 | calling their partner ‘daddy’ | being called ‘daddy’ | giving praise | receiving praise | biting / marking | being bitten / 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 worshipped | worshipping their partner | humiliating | being humiliated | degrading | being degraded | knife play | blood play | being pegged | pegging
??? /// voracites.
In the past she’d heard similar questions from others dressed in black & red, but when they came from an equal the sparkle of surprise she thought dead shimmered anew within jade optics. An equal asking about the decision she’d taken always sounded like judgement rather than curiosity ( perhaps because part of her understood the implicit treason ), & although sinking claws into golden feathers was a quick solution to the discomfort he’d awaken the woman never abandoned her lax stance. With dropped shoulders & arms folder underneath her bosom the growing tension was only visible in contrasted pupils, perhaps in the uneasy flick of pointy appendages attached to crimson crown as well if one put enough attention. ❝ You are quite a curious bird, aren’t you ? Better be careful with that tongue, you never know who is eager to get a new one. ❞ The corners of scarlet-coated lips rose for a cynical smile to appear, & with a low chortle the subject was avoided for as long as she refused to provide an answer. She couldn’t stop others from speaking their mind just like they couldn’t force a tease to become an honest reveal, as the vastaya enjoyed it like a domestic feline about to get away with its own game before deciding to please the flashing creature. ❝ Not a spell nor coercion ; it’s just my desire. ——— What I crave for is bonded to humans & through false obedience they loose their grip, you should try my methods sometime. ❞ Guiding one clawed digit toward his chin the kiilash found a moment to hold his face in place, sharp keratin lightly pressed against soft flesh. Katarina didn’t aim to hurt his skin but the circling motion wasn’t fondly received when she was the person being inspected, so better was to encourage his steps to halt if he hadn’t decided to stop already. ❝ But let’s talk about you instead. The capital is bare meters away & you keep wandering like nothing, is there anything in particular you’re looking for ? ❞
inquisitive mind is rewarded with the curiosity of another, hoping to bask in the light of rakan's own secrets, his reason for being so near the capital. what truth could he offer, now matter how faux it may sound ? his curiosity got the best of him, causing him to gravitate towards subservient kiilash ( no, she just mentioned her obedience wasn't genuine in any way. a sly one she is, if he's honest ). albeit he could conjure up a lie from his gut, he wasn't granted much liberty, what with her hands being in current possession of his face. one wrong move & he may, truly, experience her true wrath. murderous. domineering. death's hand is hers to command. he's intrigued, notwithstanding the fact his tracks were put to a halt.
❛ no special reason. ❜ there, a glib remark in his attempt to fool her. cunning can rakan be, knowing full well that it took to survive even the harshest human, the deadliest beings of life. naturally, his object of perfect synergy ( the one whose love captivated him, whose feathers as sharp as her silver tongue ) was missing, so any attempt at combat could prove far too risky. ❛ just thought i could help a lost kitty was all. ❜ condescending comes his remark, chuckle emitting from his throat. his statement was the exact opposite of being careful, who is he to deny a moment of fun, a moment of that carefree nature he's come to oh, so love. he won't die. not when he's got a cause to see to fruition alongside her. ❛ you don't need my help, from the looks of it. ❜ there's truth to his words now, head tilting to the side slightly, curve of his lips raising to form that smug grin.
Ezreal's gonna finger guns at him. "Lookin' good man. Lookin' good."
who’s this twink ?
❛ what's that ? sounds like someone's got some taste. ❜ rakan's got no idea who this blonde guy is. his style's a bit lacking, if he's honest. a tad distasteful ? perhaps. that brown jacket isn't doing him any favors & he knows that to be incredibly true. there's no coordination in his style. regardless, rakan shoots him a charming smile, pushing his ' cape ' aide to let it flow slightly, show off the grandeur of his beauty. ❛ feast your eyes, 'cause it's not always you get to meet someone this beautiful ! ❜ /// @friendsinthefrost
❛ you call that a fight ? ❜ taunting is he, at so - called ' king of the pit, ' truly a presumptuous title, befitting for someone so full of himself, he supposes. there may not be any benefit in messing with one whose arm looks to be near the size of his own head ( seriously, what is up with this guy ? ), yet rakan cares little if there's danger involved. he's in it for the entertainment aspect. who better to entertain himself than himself, creating these stimulating situations, evoking an innate desire for living on the edge ? ❛ c'mon, you can put a little more passion into that next time ! ❜ a critique from his high spot, observant gaze peering down at king from above. far out of his reach. ❛ otherwise, your fighting's just boring. needs a little more oomph to it ! ❜ /// @calledcard
i missed sinday but rakan gets pegged
"you're a bird right?" brow raises, chin held high as it always did. calloused fingers hold out what appears to be a bunch of chocolate eggs. "here, thought y'might like these then."
❛ oh !? ❜ maybe he should find it a bit unsettling, the mere thought of a gift for him being chocolate eggs. sure, he's technically half bird if one were to give any specific labels to his person, but no consideration is given to it. his focus is on the captivating chocolate eggs, curious & amused by the sudden kindness from sett of all people. he snatches them, shoves them into his mouth, bites them ( sure, there's some chewing, if anyone would call it such. for the most part, however, it's nothing but a horrifying scene is what it is ), then swallows. ❛ thanks for the treat, i'll see you later ! ❜ if he lives to see the day, of course. pray he can digest chocolate. /// @calledcard
“ I’m not so sure if chocolate is the best thing for you to eat .... “ Ahri responds with uncertainty , keeping the box of chocolates near , almost CONTEMPLATING that maybe rice is better .
❛ aww, don't worry about it ! you're thinking about it too much. ❜ so comes his reply, azure hues fixated on delectable box of chocolates, pondering on their sugary contents & thinking about eating them. man, oh man, it's tantalizing, watching delicate hands carefully hold the box near her frame, as if to keep it out of his reach. tempting, really, to simply snatch it from her possession & run off with it. but, that is not a gift at that point. he wants it to have at least a sliver of value, which is probably why he hasn't acted out on his desire. ❛ hey, you won't have anyone else to give that chocolate to, right ? i wouldn't want you to make waste of that gift you poured your heart into. so let me take it off your hands. it's my own gift to you ! ❜ that is, in no way, a two - way street. /// @vuikusen
anyway give rakan chocolate bc he loves chocolate
??? /// portaljumps.
❛ i know you ! ❜ she starts, chiming in on what appeared to be perfectly enjoyable silence— but where’s the fun in that ? nothing, of course ! a hop, skip, & a jump— & a portal— close the gap between her & the bird-man. she shows up uninvited, obviously. what other way does one surprise somebody ? she had yet to figure that out. ( along with the art of subtlety— but don’t tell her that. )
❛ i’ve seen you before, you’re the fey-dancer ! r-r-r-r-r-akan ! did i get the accent right ? well ? ❜ an eager expression is painted upon young features— she’s looking forward to his favourable reply !
@feyquil·.
not oft will he be in the mood for nothing but sweet serenity & the natural silence of the forest, craving naught but some shut - eye & a visit from pleasant dreams. ( what shall the mind conjure up this time in this dream land of his ? perhaps a world where peace reigned & he could spend time with his beloved, or a world where all recognize him as the embodiment of beauty. ) alas, it's all but a distant desire now, what with the sudden noise from boisterous child. there goes his sleep.
❛ huh ? oh, yep, that's me ! the one & only r - r - r -r - rakan ! you got it right, kiddo. ❜ albeit sleep's his ultimate goal, maybe entertaining curious child for a spell wouldn't hurt. he can only hope slumber revisits him later.
this is @feyquil asking me to play sett just to suplex him for a fucking icon
if you insist *picks rakan up and suplexes his skinny ass*
WHAT THE—
@calledcard
