So Can Y’all Get Yone’s Name Right Now? Or???

meme.     /     accepting.

@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.

???     ///     yuanfena.

@feyquil·   asked :  ❛ sorry, looks like you’re involved! ❜HOWL’S MOVING CASTLE / ACCEPTING

      HIS SENSES  were still sharp even underneath the veil of alcohol , the thin fog cast over his mind a constant companion that no longer hindered him.  he had no intention of getting involved in anything , much less something that would bring undue attention to his person.  still, he couldn’t have stood by when five fighters thought it fair to tackle the ONE , even when it became apparently clear that this individual did not require his help.  his pointed steel swept through the still air in habit. the sword was clean of blood , all its cuts carried out by the sharp gales it summoned. 

    “ is that right? ”  his lids lowered over dark eyes , voice gruff underneath his high collar.  the wind picked up from all directions , steps lighter than the ones before - furtive.  “ i should have known,  ”   his steady gaze lifted to take rakan into his vision , a name he had heard carried in the whispers of the wind once , or twice , and had only really learned moments before.  a crooked smile tilted his lips , pressed towards his left ,    “ you look like trouble. ” 

              to commit folly    &    be chased by five fighters that had an acquired aptitude towards the art   ?     that is where a charmer's obliviousness becomes evident,     knowing naught of how fearsome foes may be     /     his idea appeared simple,     it was brief,     all for a small bit of entertainment acquired through riling up these guys.     the plan was to slip from their fingers,     a slippery dance that facilitated his escape    ;    he did not,     however,     account for how they might stick to him.     chase after him,     close that gap between them,     jump on him as if he were prey,     left with no escape route,     near its death     ———     too bad this bird has wings.     this bird has the benefit of the wind to keep him in life's flight a little longer,     his swan song shan't be sung yet   !     upon being rescued,     he takes his stand    &    walks on over to supposed   ' gallant knight '   with an all too jubilant gait,     as lively as ever.

              ❛     seems like you know of me,     huh   ?     ❜     hand comes up slow,     digit curls around his own chin,     humming    &    assessing yasuo's facial assets.     hm.     not exactly what he expected,     but beggars can't be choosers.     the wind's cry does not relent    &    he opts to say by warrior's side,     humming at conjured safe zone.     ❛     i am trouble,     let's get that straight.     ❜     fingers snap,     index pointing towards group of five.     ❛     follows me wherever i go.     take these guys,     for example.     ❜     smirk curls at his lips,     from ear to ear.     ❛     i dunno,     though.     danger always brought out my bad side.     it's just a lot of fun,     wouldn't you say,     stranger   ?     ❜     he's as loquacious as ever.

on the final day of march, i offer you a xayah “say so” fancam... tomorrow? who knows...

( credit: motion [ thank u ᑭIᗰᑭ-ᗰᗩᗰᗩ ᗰEI! ], model, stage )

unprompted.     /     always accepting   !!

@iixesha​ said :   "Your jawline is better than Jayce's not sure why its a debate"

              ❛     exactly,     someone gets it   !     ❜     is this the time to be boastful of his own looks   ?     absolutely.     though rakan holds confidence over his own beauty,     though he knows that no beauty in piltover could ever compare to the bonny features he,     as a vastaya,     holds,     this truth is only reinforced by the opinions of others.     that,    &    ekko's words were an additional fuel to the fire,     continuously keeping him at the top of beauty's hierarchy.     ❛     don't get me wrong,     jayce's jawline isn't bad,     but it's nothing compared to mine's.     plus,     why spend your time watching someone with graying hair when you've got feathers as colorful as mine   !!     ❜

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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do you have a cloaca just curious

uhhhhhhhhh one way to find out huh ????

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🌀 What are 3 of muse’s top kinks?

i already did rakan’s kink sorter here’s his top 3 kinks LFJHLDFKHLFH       ///       @death-from-below

🏆🏆🏆🏆🏆🏆🏆🏆🏆🏆 obviously ???

how do u feel abt my rakan?

MARS OMG.....ARE U TRYING TO GIVE ME A HEART ATTACK??

sylas.     ///     unshackles.

               ❛ surely, you must jest, ❜ he mutters, imperative. leading a direct and mindless assault into the enemy territory without elaborate planing beforehand doesn’t exactly sit right with him. he’s done it before and it almost lead to his demise. after all, despite their ostensible ignorance and the ever so present feigned harmony, demacians never dive into a battle without a plan of action. and part of that mindset has stuck with him. doesn’t take more than one failure for him to become tenfold wary for the prospects of another battle. to his misfortune, they always seem to be prepared. be it day or night, his targets are always attentive of incoming ambushes. 

                ❛ they may be ignorant, however, they’re not stupid, ❜ he lectures, his voice stern and steady. it doesn’t take him long to shoot rakan a diverted glance, his brows arched in feigned disbelief. ❛ if you wish so, i can put you in the front lines. you’re too fervent a fighter, after all. ❜ for yet a few more moments, he keeps up the guise of disorientation, purposely trying to garner some kind of conflicted reaction from rakan’s part. not soon after, laughter finally comes forth. ❛ amusing, truly. come, i’ll go over the scheme with you again. ❜

              war is cruel.     he knows this.     no matter how entertaining each battle was,     no matter how much he laughed in the face of the opposition to evoke some form of ire that appealed to some sort of base desire to see others with bloodlust in their eyes for none but him,     war was still a tragedy.     from tragedy,     life will be born anew    :    hearts can sing in unison again for peace,     those whose wings had been maimed may soon find flight again,    &    freedom's fire may be rekindled once more through their unified actions.     this is a battle they,     together,     must fight.     no matter the difficulties that lie ahead     ———     alas,     when the enemy is versed in dealing with those who excel in magic     (   why fear what you can't understand   ?   ),     the scales are tipped against them.     what was once a leveled playing field is now an uphill battle,     each step meticulous.     maybe now he understands,     even if only a bit,     why his idea might not be of huge value.

              ❛     the front lines   ?     ❜     only typical for him to have a perplexed look on his face at that,     remain in a perpetual conflict,     rubbing at his chin    &    humming as if even entertaining the thought.     to remain quiet is to remain without an answer,     &    that's just rude.     he opts to speak again.     ❛     you want this pretty face to get hurt by a demacian soldier in the front lines   ?     naaaah,     i do a lot better just being from behind.     you get me   ?     ❜     soon after,     laughter.     a relief,     really,     their leader wasn't a stranger to humor.     it's enough to elicit a small chuckle from rakan.     ❛     alright,     alright.     just make sure it's easy to understand,     yeah   ?     none of those weird tactic words or whatever.     ❜