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@drorious said : [ denial ] ,,,,,,,,,hello
pride would dictate his visage to keep a collected exterior, to not give in & allow the hand at his cock to contort his features. rakan refuses to relinquish control, especially when it's draven, a worthy rival that declared his perfection to be the only absolute beauty, that he is more handsome than rakan. he refuses such an assertion, thinks it ludicrous, thinks a battle of prides may be so easily settled with a battle of wits, not an orthodox one : no dance, no battle, simply a test of ... endurance. who could tease better ? who could last longer ? who was more skilled ? at least, that was the initial intent. opting to go first was a prideful act, to allow himself to be touched & ... reduced into this moaning mess, it's embarrassing.
rakan's hips buck into draven's hand, seeking a comfortable rhythm whose action is ceased by sudden squeeze, sudden halt of the strokes, the gasps escaping his lips transitioning into groans of frustration & it only earns draven a glare. each time rakan feels a bubbling warmth building itself up at his groin, its tracks come to spontaneous end, as if man before him could read each & every expression on rakan's face. he hates it. ( wipe that damn smile off your lips !!!!! ) act of submitting to another is not an act holds any aversion for, but mere fact it's a rival of all people he's submitting for, it sucks. it sucks he's not allowed to cum, that draven's in control, that rakan leans against him for support & hears phonic vibrations that evince his chuckle. he finds this amusing, & rakan's irked that he does too ... it feels amazing.
❛ fuckin' ———— just let me cum. ❜ exasperated breath is delivered, strained as he utilizes the only tactic he's sure would work, even if it did damage his pride. ❛ you're being unfair, i'm beggin' ya, just make me cum, i need to. please. ❜ he may be out of breath, he may be initiating yet another futile attempt at bucking into draven's hand, but he knows one thing's for sure ... one way or the other, once it's his turn to eat draven out, his goal is no longer to make him cum fast, it is to hear prideful performer beg for him in turn.
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@quartlet said : what are rakan's opinions on cock and ball torture 400 word essay go
to understand the complexities of cock and ball torture is to understand that it is an art form now appreciated by contemporary society, scarcely touched upon by previous generations. naturally, this type of thinking can lead one to conclude that rakan’s tribe, the lhotlan vastaya, did not know nor practice about cock and ball torture. that is to say, rakan had figured out what cock and ball torture was only after coming into more contact with human society, be it other people in ionia, maybe some people from demacia, noxus, the freljord, etc. the point is, this art form was something he discovered through others. to say that rakan dislikes cock and ball torture would be a faux statement, it’s downright erroneous as rakan, for one, loves the feeling of having his dick or balls smacked until they’re red or hurting.
cock and ball torture hold a certain level of sadomasochism, the one inflicting the pain being considered the sadist, and the one receiving the pain being considered the masochist. in the psychological and medical analysis on sadomasochism, “safe, sane and consensual: contemporary perspectives on sadomasochism,” darren langridge et al. describes cock and ball torture to have directly painful activities such as “genital piercing, wax play, genital spanking, squeezing, ball-busting, genital flogging, urethral play, tickle torture, erotic electrostimulation, kneeing or kicking.” ( langridge et al., 2008 ) taking these factors into account, it must be noted that rakan is one who derives sexual pleasure from pain inflicted onto him. this is not to say that he would not harm another for sexual pleasure, but for the purposes of this essay, rakan finds immense pleasure in receiving pain during cock and ball torture. albeit he is not receptive to some of these activities, such as “genital piercing” and debatably “wax play,” he is very much an advocate of gential spanking, ball-busting, urethral play, etc. this stems from rakan’s innate desire to have all attention on him. not to be confused with accepting bad attention as good attention, cock and ball torture, as an art form, should be consensual on both sides to him, even if he must undergo some form of humiliation.
with that being said, rakan finds great joy in participating in cock and ball torture. while he opts to be on the receiving end of things, coming from the side of him that is masochistic in nature. some will argue against this idea, attempting to refute this argument with “masochism does not align with rakan’s charismatic exterior,” and while i wish to agree with them, there is a particular line within league of legends that implies rakan is, indeed, leaning towards the masochistic side of sexual pleasure. this becomes evident in one of his quotes with his partner xayah, in which they have this brief exchange:
to obtain scars, one must acquire wounds. to acquire said wounds, one must undergo pain. rakan’s acceptance of xayah’s desire, whilst sounding chipper about it, supports the argument that he is, indeed, a masochist; ergo, being on the receiving end of cock and ball torture is a high possibility than saying he has no such desire.
ultimately, rakan enjoys the idea of cock and ball torture and would willingly participate in it given the chance. thank you for reading my essay!
CITATIONS:
Langdridge, Darren, and Meg Barker. Safe, Sane, and Consensual: Contemporary Perspectives on Sadomasochism. Palgrave Macmillan, 2013.
“Rakan/Quotes.” League of Legends Wiki, leagueoflegends.fandom.com/wiki/Rakan/Quotes.
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@quartlet said : ❛ ah ... the tragedy of romance, the bittersweetness of true love. you believe your ending will be a duet, but i think not, i think your ending should be a solitary swansong. where your feathers are strung up like molten gold, splattered across the sky, forever entwined with the sun and from your lips will spill brightest amaryllis petals spew forth. when she finds you, she will hold you forevermore. ❜
they are the lovers' tragedy. they love & love, it's a boundless love that transcends their mortal forms, they do not need these feathers, their delicate touches, the soft gazes as proof of their love. rakan & xayah were love embodied, a relationship of pure harmony, where he is the sun & she is the moon, one incomplete without the other. // as the sun & moon are distanced lovers, they are doomed to die apart from one another. no matter how they desire a perfect end, one where both may exit life's stage & into a peaceful afterlife, souls intertwined & unbreaking, such is only a dream incapable of being proved real. fate does not care how bright he shines for her, she does not care for the moon's light once she smiles ( it's fugacious, ravishing, none can warm the sun's heart like she can ), even if only reserved for him, their end is not together.
but he denies it. he denies the song that dictates their separation, the bitter reality that wishes to not quell pain, but urge its conquest of heart & soul. his dance shall end without her by his side, she shall be restrained as his path ends, as the feathers he once held dear & took pride in will no longer shine, for even the sun is but a light waiting to be consumed by surrounding darkness. their love, no matter how profound, no matter its importance, is but a speck on this stage filled with actors, many alike that live these honeyed dreams perceived as reality, love is a blinding poison. the fallen cannot find rest, the morrow's dying light is an ember, a faux hope many cling onto. rakan clings onto. no matter its sneer, he wishes to die by her side, it is his intent, time nor fate can restrain him ———— he is but a fool that believes this inescapable labyrinth holds an exit, pity him, pity him !!!!!
❛ you're wrong. ❜ negates jhin's reality, the objective reality delivered through the lustrous lenses of the virtuoso, beauty's true beacon, perfection's successor. that mask, it's deceitful, poised with perpetual grin, though rakan refuses to falter before him. 'till spoken perception encompasses his own reality, he has no reason to believe him. ❛ me & xayah ? we do everything. together. ❜ for once, the charismatic grin he's so accustomed to wearing is gone, replaced by pursed lips, a tense stance, fearing movement itself. / if time is movement, then he would relinquish his love for dance to stay near her, to forestall reality's gift, death's sugar coated words that beckon him, longing for chilly embrace void of any living warmth, its gateway to the land death calls home, he doesn't want to leave her alone.
he takes note of it, his own breathing, how it's more consistent, how his glare is a defiant one, how so ... uncool he is. deep inhale, deep exhale, calm down. ❛ i'm not gonna die without her. we'll die together. nothing's going to change that. ❜ & though he turns, saturated azures shielded ——— the threat of rain is near. he feels it. ——— he's aware of his own folly : though this man's deceitful nature was embedded to his mask, his self, rakan, too, wears a mask from the same cloth. he, too, lies. this tattered heart knows of what must be done should peril conditions be met ; he is ready to forfeit his life for her, interrupt her swan song & continue his own 'till he reaches the double bar. that future may be near, may be far, though he is always prepared for it. being confronted with a reminder of that grim prospect serves only to highlight a hidden title, his title of the martyr.
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@miellamor said : ' i would give my lungs for you to not drown, i would give my feathers for you to keep flying, i would give my voice for you to keep singing, i would give my heart for you to keep loving.'
THEIR LOVE IS A SACRED ONE, it is a fragile craft conjured meticulously by both their hands, forming it, nurturing it into that warmth that resonates within their hearts. they are not connected by mere physicality, the exterior matters naught, it's the emotional connection that matters more, where their hearts become one, where their love is powerful enough to face the world by themselves, make an enemy of those that stand against their rebellion. he'd never leave her side, gods he'd never leave her side. to forsake her, who matters above all else, would be sin itself. / who has ever intrigued him as much as she ? who has ever loved him for him & not just the charismatic charmer ? who has bared her heart to him & his to her, accepting delicate gift & cherishing with all their might ? it's only them.
verily, she was immune to his charms, it was she who rejected his advances, but an impassioned heart persists & love had been discovered blooming between them. ( my love, this flower is ours, only we may see it, only we may feel it. ) to erroneously assume it had been an overnight thing ... it brings a chuckle, fools cannot perceive the trials they've faced, the many times he's protected her, the many times she's protected him, the many times she claimed to leave him were he caught in a peril situation, only to be saved right after & scolded harshly for not being serious enough.
deep down, they both knew the truth. one shrouded in mystery, but through each error, each time they corrected themselves, truth's like shined through, illuminating an indubitable fact : they both knew they cared about one another. platonic ? romantic ? foggy mind couldn't decipher it, he knew his intentions were romantic, but he saw more of her & so were his glib acts dropped, replaced over time by bonafide acts of love, genuine passion with every chat they had, every laugh they shared. // her laugh, oh her laugh, was there anything more beautiful, anything that inspired him more than when she smiled, when mirth graced her features, that was beauty itself !!
❛ miella, ❜ he hushes her, finger pressed against her lips, amiable smile growing onto his lips, he leans in, close & makes sure to press his forehead against hers. deep intake of breath, small exhale, then silence. silence. words cannot encompass his love for her, neither can time ——— their love transcends time, it transcends history itself, historians shall not record it, documents will write of their achievements, their failures, there will be information on their success to preserve the wild magic of ionia, but no matter if a memorial is made, no matter if others see them as ghosts or heroes, none will know of their love. there will be songs sung, speaking of the two lovers that faced the world, but none, none but they will know of this flower they nurtured, the nature of their love is not an exhibit for the world, but their private garden that only they may dwell & dance in forevermore. ❛ don't you ever give anything for me. what i have here ? you, with me, that's all i could ever ask for. i don't want anyone else but you. don't ever sacrifice anything of yours for me. ❜ only i'm allowed to ever sacrifice myself for you, miella.
im gonna try smth…… ♥ this post so i can hop in ur IMs to try & discuss character dynamics between rakan and ur muse(s)!
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top 3 ships: in...general? or for rakan? bc if it’s in general, kotetsu/barnaby, sast.iel, and dimicl.aude are some Really big faves that i think are gonna always be top 3! if we’re talking for rakan specifically, i gotta go ahead n be bias with my ships: rakan/xayah, rakan/jhin, and rakan/kayn are three big faves, in no particular order!!
last song: i’ve really been vibing with dareharu’s karma song. it sounds incredibly melancholic and the visuals are just breathtaking to me, i can listen to it all night long!!
last movie: .................tiger & bunny: the rising
last book: i read “on beauty” by zadie smith!
what food are you craving right now?: sushi and some curry sounds so good rn......i miss eating it so much
tagged: @bxstiae ( thank u so much btw!!! ) tagging: @quartlet @drorious @chronodriven @obsidiantias @ofsights @shadowhelmed @zhrets bro i don’t have the brain cells for the rest. if u wanna do this say i tagged u LKDJHGJH
"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 don't really get it. ❜ far more differences than he'd imagine, rengar had more of a penchant for hunting than, say, dancing, magic, freedom !! only perceived similarity would be their titles as wanderers. to travel across ionia & discover what this land had in store for them, that was where their goals aligned or overlapped even a little bit, right ? ❛ hunting ? not really my thing. now, if we're talking about dancing, i'm sure i could teach you a thing or two ! ❜ /// @prxdestvkler
nasus. /// shurima-demigod.
“Unfortunately, I am a bit too busy,” he said, brow raised. “I have my hands a bit full.”
That was a mild way to put it. If he got anymore work, he was convinced he might end up drowning. He accepted another report from a guard, sighing as he read it over and signed it off.
“What brings you to Shurima Rakan? Someone running from Ionia?”
❛ too busy for me ? i'm insulted ! ❜ the exaggeration's obvious in his voice, the mere gesture of hand against his own chest & step back only serves to further accentuate it. right after, there's naught but a smile, a laugh. rakan jests, as per usual. his antics ? they just don't change, he hopes to elicit even a faint grin. ❛ hah, just kidding. i just wanted to come see how you were doing ! what can i say ? guess you were on my mind for a bit & i decided to come visit you. was a long walk, but hey, i missed you. ❜
