How Do U Feel Abt My Rakan?

𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐒.

bolded is yes

italics is conditional or partner-dependent.

𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒  &  𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒.

submissive  /  dominant /  prefers to top /  prefers to bottom  / likes to switch  /  heterosexual  / heteroflexible  /  gay  /  lesbian  / bisexual  / pansexual  /  asexual  /  demisexual  / enjoys sex with men  /  enjoys sex with women /  enjoys sex with genderfluid,  agender,  demigender,  or non-binary individuals /  enjoys sex with all genders regardless of how they identify  / enjoys sex with multiple people at a time  / enjoys intimacy with women  / enjoys intimacy with men  / enjoys intimacy with genderfluid,  agender,  demigender,  or non-binary individuals  / enjoys intimacy with all genders regardless of how they identify / initiates /  waits for partner to initiate  /  spits  /  swallows /  morning sex /  night sex / sex any time  /  no sex drive  /  low sex drive  /  average sex drive  /  high sex drive /  hypersexual  /  fluctuating sex drive

𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘  &  𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄.

slender build  /  medium build  /  athletic build /  muscular build  /  curvy build  / voluptuous build  /  chubby build  /  wears boxers /  wears boxer-briefs  /  wears lingerie  /  goes commando / shaves  /  trims  /  waxes does not shave  /  waxes  / cup size a-c  / cup size d-f  /  1-5”  in  length  /  6-9” in length  /  10” or over in length

𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐒.

silent  /  quiet / loud / grows in volume over time  /  bites hand /  partner  / pillow to muffle to themselves / calls out partners name  /  curses  /  fakes  /  exaggerates  / prefers a quiet partner / prefers a loud partner  /  prefers a partner who grows in volume over time  / turned on by dirty talk /  turned off by dirty talk

𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍-𝐎𝐍𝐒  &  𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒.

having their hands pinned  /  pinning their partner’s hands / having their hair pulled / pulling their partner’s hair / being watched ( by their  partner ) /  being watched  ( by a third party )  / watching their partner / receiving oral /  giving oral / giving praise / receiving praise / biting or marking  / being bitten or marked  / spanking  /  being spanked / teasing  / being teased / having toys used on them  /  using toys on their partner /  giving anal  / receiving anal /  choking  / being choked / dirty talk / being tied up  / tying their partner up /  being worshiped / worshiping their partner /  humiliating / being humiliated  / degrading  / being degraded /  knife play  /  edge play  /  blood play  /  being pegged  / pegging their partner  / whipping /  being whipped

𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐒.

bedroom  /  shower / bath / pool / ocean /  kitchen / home bathroom /  public bathroom  / car / tent /  alleyway / field  / forest /  school  /  empty or abandoned building  / library /  rooftop / terrace  /  dressing room /  elevator /  parking lot  /  museum  /  cemetery  / beach  / closet /  hospital

if you think i don’t go through the efforts for friends. @feyquil had me get into a custom league match with him on the enemy team as rakan and me as sett so he could capture a gif of sett slamming rakan into the ground.

we were in there for nearly 35 minutes to get the shot right

            𝚒  𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕  𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠  𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜  𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚑

                                        𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚎𝚗𝚍                                                  indie/selective/private

              there's no use in seeking to draw ire from man whose armor gave him appearance of a fortress,     man whose axe is great than his own head.     should opportunity arise,     an opportune moment to pester stranger,     it shall be graciously taken   !     that may only open gates for danger to sneak through,     act as looming threat over rakan's person     ———     the prospect could be considered terrifying,     but he is rakan.     he finds it entertaining,     knowing himself to be more agile than this fortress man.     life is much too short for him to worry about danger sticking to his side     (   was it not always there   ?     was it not something he grew accustomed to   ?     he does not fear danger's sharp claws digging into his flesh,     for it'll never draw out that gory wine it desires so.     rakan will escape it every single time.   )

              ❛     that's way too big an axe you got there   !     ❜     perchance too excited to make such a bold statement.     brows rise in intrigue,     a hum emits from throat,     elongated as he thoroughly perceives the weapon     ...     then the facial attributes,     as if looking for a sign.     has he succeeded   ?     no   ?     ❛     are yoooouu     ...     compensating for something   ?     ❜     small curve at the corner of his lips.     he's far too prepared for this.       ///       @ofostia

     permanent starter call.   hey y’all, here’s a permanent starter call for me to keep track of who’d be totally ok with me sending them random starters, asks, memes, or IMs!!! if you like this, you’re completely fine with me doing the aforementioned. this is exclusively open to mutuals, as per usual!

meme.     /     no longer accepting.

@herpleasvre​ said :   [ wall ] only if u want to tho

              the impact was sudden.     light flirting was always meant to escalate,     he knows that these honeyed string of words were meant to appeal to her,     charm the temptress beauteous woman before him     ———     a delicate approach is favored,     as a woman deserved the best treatment.     to not only grant her these slow,     gentle touches that he knew she craved from her hitched breathing alone,     each mewl was indication of forthcoming submission.     or so he thought.     a faint smirk is all he detected before the subsequent forceful shove.     back against the wall,     instigated by pair of sharp claws     (   at least,     that's what he thought them to be   ),     his surprise is to be expected.     to call this his usual rodeo would be deceitful    ;    however,     relinquishing control    &    bestowing it upon her     ...     it's a sudden change he's willing to accept.

              ❛     whoa,     ❜     tonal shift,     lowered voice,     thoughts processing these turn of events.     evelynn is not one to so easily forsake a position of power,     huh   ?     good.     good.     a woman who knows what she wants,     the type of woman who could gladly kick his ass    &    face no remorse shortly after     ...     danger always attracted him.     albeit he knows naught of her devious schemes,     nor how she embodies danger itself,     an innate desire gravitates him towards her,     it's what allows sharp nails to dig into her hips.     pain for pain.     he likes it.     ❛     didn't know you liked taking the lead.     dunno what you'll do with it,     babe     ...     but keep going.     ❜

hc.   rakan cares about xayah. rakan cares about xayah. rakan cares about xayah. this is something i have to stress, namely because if there's one thing i know rakan is willing to do, it's absolutely anything for xayah. there's the fact xayah knows him well enough to say "rakan doesn't take death well," and whether or not that's in general or not, rakan is still able to kill if xayah were so to say it. even then, he doesn't ever lose how charismatic he is—he doesn't lose sight of himself, because not only is he comfortable with himself, but he knows that it's himself that xayah fell in love with. just as he's fallen for xayah bc of who she is. she might not be as emotionally intelligent as rakan, she might push herself to her limits and rakan absolutely hates it when she doesn't stop to take care of herself, but rakan still loves her. he supports her. he'd die for her across any verse if he were forced to do so. it's an unquestionable truth that no matter what, rakan cares deeply about her, just as she does for him. that even through the pain they both go through, emotionally, he's there to support her, just as she's there to support him, and that's an important aspect of their relationship that shouldn't be forgotten.

additionally, rakan is NEVER going to take off the skull with xayah's feathers. ever. this is more specific to a verse where he's lost xayah ( as in, she's dead ), but the point stands even in the verse where he's together with her: he's not taking it off. to him, it's not just the memories of the times he spent with her, it's also proof of their love. it's evidence that they were meant to be, that what they had? it was real, by fucking god it was real and no one's taking that from him. this is dwelling so much into a verse where he's lost her but i like. promise. it's deadass not something he's willing to negotiate, if rakan's to love again—if he can even find that strength himself to trust in someone that much again and be assured he doesn't fail them too—they have to accept not just him, but him and xayah. rakan is unequivocally connected with xayah, even after death. no one, no one is taking that away from him.

i haven’t used tumblr in like years ( it’s been literally a few months ) but.............like this for a starter ^___^

sylas.     ///     fraying.

          𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐘 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐄𝐃𝐆𝐄,   𝐀 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑,   𝐀 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋,   𝐀 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐃𝐆𝐄 …     the wolf’s teeth snap around the wings of a bird.   it chews through feather and flesh and sinew and bone,   the crunch so loud;   but the screech,   the lark - song of distress,   drowns out all growls of hunger and whistling of weeping willows.   the wolf leaves the bird with its broken wing alive,   for someone else to eat,   for wolves do not hunt birds for feed,   so all that is left is for sport.

“      tell me about these people of yours.     ”

demacia does not hold many vastaya within their ranks,   their innate connection to magic making them much too close to the very thing the land detests the most,   and thus books of knowledge or gossip of old holds little more power than a candle to the fire sylas desires to start.

he folds a hand beneath chin,   resting elbow on knee.   golden chains are collected in lap,   heavy and familiar and a constant but awful reminder of the burdens placed upon a young boy’s shoulders.   sylas blinks slowly,   wolf - ish eyes squinting into a glare,   and despite the rays partially blinding him the evening sun is pleasantly warm against his skin.

summer in ionia is different than it is in demacia,   he muses,   for they need not worry about the cold draft brought in from the north.

“     the lhotlan vastaya.   i have heard of your wings and naught else.   tell me,   does everyone participate in the art of battle - dance,   or is it just the ostentatious few ?     ”

@feyquil          /          starter call.

              BUT OH,     MALEVOLENT WOLF WHOSE GAPING MAW bares blood of flightless bird,     what is folly if not the half - assed action   ?     intent not to feed,     intent not to sate infinitesimal hunger,     it was all for sport,     yet only a song of distress escaped nightingale     ——     what of its swan song   ?     on his stage     (   the stage you have so dared walk on   ),     such performance is averted from gaze of a predator.     fractured wing shall never be graced with flight's song anew,     fractured wing must accept fate's cruel truth    :    deprivation of freedom,     deprivation of flight   !!     oh,     dear wolf,     finish what is started,     for revenge's guiding light shall not mend aching wing,     albeit it shall grant tools to return favor    ;    wolf,     wolf,     a predator needs not its eyes to hunt.

              revolutionary who bears magic with natural ease intrigued him,     for tales have been whispered of     (   the unshackled wolf,     free from the cage that once barred gift of magic     —     like a bird that sought freedom    &    found its calling despite its clipped wings   ),     fear    &    admiration stirred for one that is at forefront of pivotal rebellion.     what is rakan to make of this   ?     verily,     some humans possessed natural affinity for magic,     thereby the silencing of this one's gift not too different from his own cause he so voraciously devoted himself to.

              a gray area is conjured at the conception of such a thought    :    whilst their relations clung onto appearance of being amicable,     was that truth itself   ?     is he to doubt one whose aspirations align with his own   ?     or shall admiration be exhibited through look    &    actions   ?     he doesn't know.

              perchance it's the cant of his head the denotes initial confusion,     only to be cleared up at mage's clarification of his query.     though the sun continues to set beyond horizon,     its dying rays paving way for glimmering moonlight's rise from opposite direction,     rakan's features brighten up with raised brows    &    momentary open - mouthed smile     (   soon closes into regular grin,     for those pearly whites may show some form of aggression     ———     something he wishes to avoid with his ' guest '   ),     they are enough to rival the radiant sun that elates ionia's people.     as rakan sits cross - legged,     elbows resting on either knee,     his posture shifts with intrigue,     leaning forward a bit,     maybe too eager to talk.

              what better is he at than talking,     after all   ?

              ❛     not everyone's as great at battle - dancing as i am,     that's one thing we've gotta get settled.     ❜     much too confident statement delivered without any thought on repercussions of his words.     just like him.     ❛     not everyone participates in it,     not as far as i'm aware.     ❜     source of knowledge for his own tribe   ?     probably not.     ❛     i like to think of it as an art.     the best art that comes from it are the bodacious ones   !     the ones who put heart    &    into their battle - dancing.     you need the flow of battle,     the flow of rhythm,    &    the HEART of magic.     ❜     at least,     that's what his style has embodied.

     permanent starter call.   hey y’all, here’s a permanent starter call for me to keep track of who’d be totally ok with me sending them random starters, asks, memes, or IMs!!! if you like this, you’re completely fine with me doing the aforementioned. this is exclusively open to mutuals, as per usual!