WHAT THE—

just did a castrum run and randomly ran into @flowihnd​ there, what’re the odds!!!!

I SPENT MOST OF MY LIFE SHROUDED IN DARKNESS—

independent & private zelgius / the black knight from the fire emblem franchise. by equinox. template credit!

i missed sinday but rakan gets pegged

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.     ❜

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   !     ❜

fictional kiss things that end me

being unable to open their eyes for a few moments afterward

one small kiss, pulling away for an instant, then devouring each other

pressing their foreheads together while kissing

speaking normally, then after the kiss their voice is hoarse

guys furrowing their brow when kissing passionately

staring at the other’s lips, trying not to kiss them, before giving in

running their thumb over the other’s lips

when they lean forward a fraction as if to kiss the other person, then realize they shouldn’t and pull back to stop themselves

ripping the other away - “no we shouldn’t” - but when they kiss them again they moan and hold them close

one sliding their hand into the other’s hair slowly

their entire body freezing for a second when their love kisses them

accidentally being forced inches apart from each other, staring at each other’s lips, and just before they kiss someone pulls them back apart

when one stops the kiss to whisper “I’m sorry, are you sure you-” and they answer by kissing them more

a hoarse whisper “kiss me”

then licks their lips and says “please”

this is @feyquil​ asking me to play sett just to suplex him for a fucking icon

unprompted.     /     always accepting   !!

@oceanbrings​ said :   She is just going to admire his cape/wing and the beautiful feathers.

              ❛     take all the time you need,     ❜     is it his method of calling her out   ?     perhaps.     whether or not her gaze towards his feathers was meant to be stealthy or not,     he didn't really care.     her admiration of these beauteous,     nearly glimmering feathers was the attention he craved,     the eyes of his audience that he so performed for.     who could blame her for staring   ?     ❛     you aren't the first one to admire my feathers,     definitely not the last.     so tell me when you're all good   !     oh,    &    feel free to touch,     by the way.     they're as soft as they look.     ❜     is this all fueling his pride   ?     definitely.     is he going to make an effort to cease her stare   ?     nope,     why cease what he can't control.     (   if his beauty is truly so captivating others will stop to marvel at him,     is he the perpetrator   ?     or should they return to staring at the mundane activity they were previously caught up in   ?   )

would you, maybe, possibly, perhaps want to dream with me?

private, highly selective lillia, the bashful bloom from league of legends. written by libra.

y’all i need some advice. i’m in a slump rn and don’t like anything i write -- i feel like i’ve lost my voice as a writer and a lot of the stuff i produce recently i just...do not like it at all. have you guys ever felt like this? if so, what did you do to try and fix the problem? i want to be passionate for writing again, it just feels so hard now for some reason?