@feyquil​ Said:

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

cant fuckinf write rn so heres the answer to that ask you sent in

since rakan wanted 2 be nosey, he got a look at how ekkos curiosity led to a bunch of bad doodles n studies #neeeeerd

WHAAAAA I DIDN’T EXPECT THIS AT ALL FDJHDLFKJH THIS IS SO PRETTY…these doodles are so nice and i can feel a lot of fluidity emanating from them, i love it!       ///       @chronodriven

              ❛     ouch.     that looks like a nasty wound.     ❜     is making such a statement appropriate upon seeing stranger suffering in silence   ?     in the solitude of sacred forest   ?     he believes so.     silence of the forest a pleasant sound to accompany any particular moment,     but to grant one an opportunity to fill said silence with his voice   ?     perhaps that's a blessing in of itself.     he does not hesitate to embark with a hesitant gait,     as if to exhibit innocuous concern whilst maintaining a safe distance to not lose his life so easily to a human.     ❛     you,     uh,     need a hand there   ?     i could probably help you,     but that's a huge probably.     ❜       ///       @kyunai​

varus.     ///     vengearrow.

So the Darkin have been lost to time, recorded in the annals of history as demons; debauched beasts that haunt the past, their presence in the present ever fading. The mortals say the Darkin are monstrous, when so many monsters and heroes, even wretched gods, are all cut from the same cloth. Oh, so many monsters lauded as great men. It makes Varus sneer with contempt, his eyes smoldering balefully. He has lived in the sore absence of such ignorance for so long, after all, festering with burning resentment in the repressive darkness of that damned cage. After all of his years in damnation, he has thought: it was a great mistake to seal him and his kin away instead of destroying them all, to think that they could bury their ghosts. 

“My name is Varus. I am the arrow of retribution, and I will pierce you for forgetting your kind’s sins.” He spares not an inkling of intrigue for Rakan’s charms; there is only that cold, familiar anger, and it sings to him with renewed vigor. His corrupted hand clenches around his crystalline bow, and vermillion flickers around its limbs, coursing like lightning around the center, until the shape of an arrow is formed and howling with energy. Varus raises the bow, aiming right for the heart. With this arrow, he would teach this carefree Vastayan terror and silence. “I gift you this pain to remember me by. Savor it.”

              TO LIVE IS TO SIN.     to live a life without sin is to not have live at all,     for sins come in variations,     one's sin could be simple lie to lovely maiden in attempt to charm    &    seduce her,     yet another's sin could be the blood on their hands,     reliving each grotesque,     vivid memory over    &    over,     praying for deliverance from this grief that burdens them.     ah,     the many faces he's seen,     albeit this one's unique     (   bonny,     even.     every part   ),     lusting for revenge.     how amusing the thought.     to fall for temptation of revenge to don bravado of a false justice for the darkin,     whatever that was.     how utterly wicked man can be,     how each is so interwoven with sin itself.     in his long years alive,     the cycle of sin shall endlessly repeat,    &    that only bestows more responsibility on others     —————     it is not his problem.     he is candidate free from responsibility's task,     one to laugh at free entertainment.     for once,     he is the audience.     this is no different.

              ❛     oh,     wow,     that's really cool.     the arrow looks pretty nice.     ❜     insouciant in his approach,     hand is placed atop own hip,     digits curling ever so slightly,     adopting collected posture with that sneer.     face him,     darkin,     watch as the corners of his lips curve upward,     high up,     how he truly does not show a smidgen of concern over this endeavor   !!     varus is a new source of entertainment,     the gift not pain,     but the forthcoming laughs he is to thoroughly enjoy from each missed arrow.     a dancer must be swift to survive in his craft.     ❛     i'm into pain,     don't get me wrong,     buuuut     ...     ❜     pleasant hum,     simply stepping to the side,     showing his defiance with ease.     ❛     i think i'll pass on the gift right now   !     but thanks for the offer,     varus.     rakan's still got to show off his dance moves to everyone in ionia,     you understand   ?     ❜

unprompted.     /     always accepting   !!

@obsidiantias​ said :   “you do not seem fazed,” his tone is even, but his gaze does not betray his curiosity, despite how he reigns in his expressions. claws (once, they had been talons--) manicured into shape far more similar of that of human nails, zelgius looks away, into the distant crowd, nonchalant. "i suppose you must have seen others, then, not unlike myself."

              ❛     was that what you were worried about   ?     ❜     in spite of how dense many perceived him to be     (   &    how such truths lied within his audience that understands how information,     no matter how blatant,     cannot be processed at times.     if he perceives lack of connection,     then no such connection existed in the first place,     that is reality   ),     rakan had the capacity to observe    &    spot conflict between sentiments,     dependent on how it's presented on his exterior    &    the intonation of his voice.     zelgius was tough to crack,     an impenetrable fortress,     walls crafted by none other than him,     a mix between vastaya    &    human.     was such a truth reprehensible   ?

              ————————     NO.     shunning them was a commonality embraced by many,     but when has rakan ever abided by what they perceived as truth.     albeit he doesn't put much thought into complex matters such as those,     there's no reason for him to follow such arbitrary thought patterns.     betrayal,     abomination   ?     don't give him that crap.     one's duty in life is to not just be,     but live.     to live as a mix of the two     ...     where's the wrong in it   ?     what part did zelgius have to control any of that   ?     (   more than he realizes.     not once did sky blues grace hands with a glance,     'till now.   )     

              ❛     plenty.     ❜     when was the last time he'd met someone like him   ?     possibly long ago,     the details are hazy,     but rakan knows himself enough to say he's had encounters with others,     who they,     too,     had vastaya blood,     whilst having human blood course through their veins.     despite conjured prejudices,     they are not different in any way.     to him,     they are attuned with the wild magic from one side,     grounded by normalcy on the other,    &    even then,     that was their normal.     no such reason for him to judge zelgius on it.     ❛     who you are,     doesn't matter to me   !     those folks over there,     ❜     gestures towards distant crowd,     confident grin blooming onto his lips,     ❛     sure they look similar,     but betcha no one's dance is the exact same.     just similar.     even if each dance is different from the other,     there's nothing wrong with that in my eyes.     ❜     finally,     does his head turn to take a look at zelgius's face.     what complete control he had over the emotional side in him     //     what have you endured   ?     bare your heart to me.     even a tattered heart can be mended with support.     //     ❛     so give me a smile,     alright   ?     otherwise,     i'll have to make you dance with me again.     hope you've been practicing   !     ❜     hopes his foot isn't stepped on again.

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

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

unprompted.     /     always accepting   !!

@ekkological​ said :   He hands him a metallic medallion that fits in his hand. You can see his reflection; he may or may not have stolen it.

              it's a strange contraption.     or,     really,     it's just jewelry if anything,     albeit it's metallic,     at least it feels like it.     he hums.     is this a gift,     is this something he can wear   ?     more importantly,     could it make him appear more beautiful than he does already.     (   who the original owner was   ?     that's not too important,     he'll worry more about the inherent beauty it offers   )     after pondering on the thought a little longer,     he opts to stuff it into one of his hidden pockets,     a smile curling onto lips,     appreciative.     not the first time he's received a gift,     not the last either,     but it's the thought that counts this time.

              ❛     thanks for the gift   !     i'll find a way to wear it,     just give me a day or two.     ❜     maybe a little longer.     he's not the most intuitive individual out there,     but he sure as hell does try,    &    trying has to amount to something   !

unprompted.     /     always accepting   !!

@halvett​ said :   Don't mind him, Sett's just sizing Rakan up and down with a smile. "You really are the /biggest/ himbo this side of Ionia, and I say that in the nicest way possible."

              that's a new one.     he's never heard that word before,     not really.     there were certain terms that the humans used to communicate that he didn't quite understand.     sometimes they sounded like some sort of amalgamation of two different words,     or a peculiar instance where it was entirely new    &    original.     it was almost beautiful.     (   the humans feared them for being different,     yet they embraced these novel terms they create     ———     it's strange.     was it due to the fact it was conceived by them,     or the mere fact they got used to such terms   ?     man,     who knows.   )     it's nothing to fret over,     as their beauty could never surpass his.      then again,     he was the most eye - catching thing,     how could he expect anyone or any thing to compete   ?     even something as strange as that word.

              ❛     himbo,     himbo     ...     ❜     it's a test.     an attempt to speak it,     understand it,     process it.     such a hefty task,     his brows furrow    &    his eyes shut as he ponders over the word.     maybe if he thought hard enough,     he could garner its true meaning,     but alas     ...     he opts to adopt his own definition,     perhaps not too far off from the true meaning.     ❛     dunno what that means,     but i'll take it as a compliment   !!     ❜     hearty laugh,     followed by a radiant grin    &    confidence in his every word.     ❛     i'm the best himbo ionia's ever seen   !     ❜     yeah,     it definitely fits.

💞 💏

💞 Would your muse ever consider a threesome (or more!)

yeeeep! without a doubt. rakan’s the kind of guy who’d be down for a threesome or more – only bc the more the merrier, really!

💏 When did your muse have their first kiss?

if i had to think deeply on it, i’d say it was probably around his adolescence ( whenever the hell that might be for lhotlan vastaya, i don’t exactly have any specific details on that if i’m honest ), flirting with whichever girl he found himself attracted to, charming her with his good looks, smooth words, until they kissed. now, was it perfect? hell no, it was awkward as hell, bc rakan didn’t rly know how to give a kiss. sure, he heard about it, but never really experienced it. needless to say, he now knows when and when not to use his teeth lmao

what’s your underlying motif?

the orange.

whether it’s your sweet nature, breakaway cover, or your natural displays of intimacy, you have the undercurrent of the orange. a love language in itself, your nature makes others want to take a bite and enjoy the tang that you leave behind with your laughter. you remind others of a summer day, hot air, long nights, always hopeful you’ll never go away. in her poem “the orange” by wendy cope she said “i peeled it and shared it with robert and dave, they had quarters and i had a half” you’re generous and have much to give. she also said “this is peace and contentment, it’s new” well i say, it’s you.

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