Handsome.     ///     drorious.

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   !     ❜

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.

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   ?     ❜

              ❛     hold on,     i don't get what you're saying.     why would you rather use a sword over a bow   ?     ❜       ///       @bxstiae​

the fuck’s a reply? writing...? bitch i’m gonna kill you

its my god given bisexual right to be dramatic

unprompted.     /     always accepting   !!

@finalwhispers​ said :   He is very, /very/ fixated on Rakan's cape. Whatever that terrible crooner is saying, he doesn't care. He wants the cape. Perhaps some glitter in the eyes will serve as a good distraction.....

              &    so does he march on with each futile word that escapes him,     trivial matters of his own accomplishments,     the fame    &    glory that has followed throughout extensive travels     /     same ones where all regard him as a beacon,     a light that facilitates the mirth residing within all's fatigued hearts,     rakan is a benign gift from fate     ———     it is her apology delivered through one charismatic individual,     his desire naught but entertainment     ———     no matter how convoluted he may be.     /     dulcet vocalization of achievements serves no material purpose,     as a transient moment of elation stems from presupposed assumption of another's undivided attention     (   all eyes on him,     as he is at the center of life's stage,     the audience there to behold him   ).     elation's demise,     however,     came at the rise of a common truth    :    his   '   cape   '   was the true object of attention.     albeit such should cause newfound joy,     rakan finds confusion coloring his own features,     wondering     ...      wondering how a simple cape could captivate one more than,     say,     his feathers.

              ❛     hey,     ❜     initial attempt at gaining jhin's attention,     though he's sure his words fell upon deaf ears.     no reaction.     only a focused gaze on his cape.     what courses through his mind   ?     did he want a closer look   ?     ❛     are you looking at my cape   ?     ❜     vocalizes the query roaming in his mind,     subsequently humming    &    allowing a grin to form on his lips now.     hand travels to the side of his own   '   cape   '    &    he pulls on it slightly,     carefully,     to show off more of it.     ❛     pretty great color,     am i right   ?     looks good on me   !     ❜     his feathers were a far more beauteous sight than this deceitful cape   !!

unprompted.     /     always accepting   !!

@quartlet​ said :   u are late for ur dick appointment

damn again   ?     guess we’ll have to do two dick sessions in one huh

“of course! everyone loves me!″

for those rakan lovers out there 

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