RAKAN 

NEW RAKAN SKIN LET’S FUCKING GOOOOO

meme.     /     accepting

@nullave​ said :   i think... youre a puta :flushed:

omg right back at you puta..............open your fucking purse cecil

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   ?     ❜

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

Rakan is a Tall Boy, and @feyquil ‘s got me feeing some sort of way...

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.

              ❛     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

rakan liked for a hug.

@fxlgurkinesis​ said :   Her arms wrap around the other, unable to keep a smile on the face from the sheer positivity and brightness that seems to radiate from the other. Though she was careful to not disturb his wing, or what she thought was a wing at least.

              yeah,     that's definitely his wing,     donning the guise of a cape to deceive humans into believing him to be one of them.     a necessity to keep his true identity a secret     ——     however,     it's when her amiable arms wrap around him that he realizes the eyes of the world are not on him for a moment,     it's naught but serene solitude with a friend.     slowly,     but certainly,     does red cape dissipate    &    form into his golden wing,     feathers gleaming    &    their radiance softened.     he can relax.     he can be himself,     it's a rare comfort when he's so far from the lands he calls home.      no matter how minute that comfort may be,     its significance could not be abandoned,     for this wing is a part of him,     a part he can exhibit around lux.     what a relief.

              ❛     whoa,     where's this coming from   ?     ❜     melodious tone adopted,     pleased hum as a sigh of relief escapes him.     arms gently come up    &    he wraps them around her petite form,     hugging her in return.     it's a gentle hug,     possibly betraying expected vivacious    &    enthusiastic hugs     ———     was such appropriate in the first place   ?     probably,     though he opts for a hug whose nature won't disturb peace's rare silence.     life here seemed a little too busy.     ❛     if you wanted a hug,     you could've just asked   !     promise i'm more of a hugger than i am a fighter.     ❜     mischievous quip,     intending to tease    &    lie,     not out of malice.     he knows he excels at both.

               ————— 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.

boss.     ///     halvett.

          BANTER  SUCH  AS  THIS  IS  commonplace  in  the  life  of  a  pit  fighter ;  the  type  of  clothing  he  wears ,  whether  hewn  from  rough  fabric  or  fine  silk ,  means  nothing  but  the  end  of  one  battle  and  the  beginning  of  another .  (  Being  clad  in  luxury  matters  little  in  the  face  of  a  living ,  breathing  challenge   ————   and  agile ,  glib  and  witty  as  Rakan  may  be ,  Sett  will  respond  to  his  taunts  with  a  smile .  )  “  Do  I  now ?  ”  he  responds ,  matching  Rakan’s  sneer  with  a  fanged  one  of  his  own .  “  Think  my  track  record  says  enough  about  my  strength ,  don’t’cha  think ?  Oh ,  but  wait   ——   I  forget  you  don’t  keep  track  of  that  kinda  thing .  ”  He  shifts ,  takes  a  single  step  towards  Rakan  to  make  to  invade  his  personal  space ,  posture  the  perfect  mix  of  arrogant  and  playful .  Two  can  play  at  this  game ,  and  dancing  is  nothing  if  not  another  form  of  combat .  “  I  could  set  up  a  demonstration  in  the  ring  if  you’re  willin’  to  dance ,  pretty  boy .  ”

              HOW A SMILE CAN CONVEY     delicacy in its most rich forms,     how it is attributed to moments of peace    &    dulcet times where chaos had been so denied entrance to maintain this conjured serenity.     but what of those smiles whose purpose is to taunt,     whose sole purpose is to stir chaos,     to invoke a muse that shall witness acts of violence,     dutifully performed for naught but entertainment.     (   this was fun,     this was a show,     &    though two may stand center stage,     rakan is beauty's gift upon the world.     sett is yet another face in rakan's audience.   )

              ❛     do you know who you're talking to   ?     ❜     not once does he falter in the face of danger,     even as he comes closer,     there is no reason to lose upright posture    ;    no,     rakan challenges him,     he is one to always smirk    &    laugh in the face of adversity   !!     laugh,     laugh he does,     not hearty,     as it's a mere chuckle.     the boss of the pits must know the truth    :    he does not fear him,     especially when one wishes to duel him in his own craft.     (   that     ...     is what he meant,     right   ?   )     ❛     rakan,     charmer,     best dancer in all of ionia.     seriously,     challenging me to a dance,     you sure about that   ?     i thought fighting was more your style,     but who am i to deny anyone a dance   !?     ❜     hyped up,     step forward,     preparing himself for supposed dance battle.     he was here to fight,     but this works,     too   !