Yasuo.     ///     flowihnd.

UNPROMPTED LOVE???     /     !?!?!?!!?!?!?

@windwandered​ said :   I love your birdman more than I let on because you have an energy to him that makes me laugh and amused every time I read something that comes out of his semi-dumb mouth. A natural entertainer and a good fit.

FROSTY HELLOOOOOO??? WHY’RE YOU SENDING THIS UNPROMPTED...........THANK U THO I REALLY APPRECIATE THIS?? i love rakan sm and it’s the first time i’ve ever written such a charismatic muse that’s a natural entertainer and like, a jokester and like. LORD i sometimes feel insecure writing him but........i’m really glad that you like my bird man!!!! i really am trying my best and knowing that you enjoy how i write him must mean i’m doing something right. thank you so much for this message!! <333

what are your character’s major flaws?  / headcanon prompt    +  ( naming at least 3 )

willing to sacrifice himself.   it’s not a secret to him that he’s willing to put his life on the line for xayah. rakan cares too much about her, he wouldn’t hesitate to sacrifice himself if it could ensure her safety, ensure her happiness, ensure her a brighter future, he’d be ok with trading his life for hers. he’s aware that it would hurt her. he’s aware the of the dire consequences, but he’s unwilling to change his ways. xayah is his world, & if it meant dying to protect his world, he wouldn’t need to think twice. this is the extent of his love & his care for her. whether she wholeheartedly accepts it or not, he doesn’t know, but he stays resolute on this choice he’s made.

excessively prideful.   one could describe him as narcissistic, a vastaya that’s self-centered without a lick of altruism -- scratching off the altruism part, they would be right. rakan is vain, & he’s not ashamed of it. he knows he looks good, he knows he dances good, & most importantly, he knows he fights good. his cockiness can either attract more people ( which, if it does, it’s fulfilling that desire for attention, so he deems this pride of his to have its perks ), or it can drive them away. one thing’s for sure, rakan’s pride is one of his greatest flaws.

impulsive as all hell.   no matter how much you may inform rakan of a schedule, a plan, anything, he’s bound to forsake it & opt for what he relies on best: his own instinct. while this benefits him, insofar the can improvise on the spot & make a plan work in an unorthodox manner, this impulsiveness could be the death of him. he is a man who follows his heart, acts on his gut’s warning or approval of a situation, all with one goal in mind: keeping xayah safe or keeping her out of danger.

tagged by: oh i stole this from quin and cole tagging: @shadowhelmed​ @vuikusen​ @foreignidol​ @finalsparke​ @quartlet​ @fraying​ @drakenskies​ n anyone else who wants to do this!

meme.     /     selectively accepting.

@death-from-below​ said :   [ praise ] uwu

              to relieve their desires.     that was the purpose of this,     no heart must drip onto his actions,     they must all be guided by a lecherous want that overtakes his body,     overrides emotion    &    reasonable thought     (   not like the latter mattered much here,     anyway   ),     allows each touch to be void of deep care,     only a superficial level of it is exhibited.     rakan is rough,     because he feels it's right,     because he knows that this is what pyke wants.     the mewls that escaped trembling lips were indicative of such,     stems from the touch at his chest,     where rakan's hands maintain their focus,     groping,     rubbing.     eliciting each whimper,     each moan that coalesced with clarity to form rakan's name drove him to further extents,     to continue touching    &    touching such a touch starved individual for no other purpose than to please.     himself   ?     pyke   ?     ...     a query without an absolute answer.

              ❛     yeah,     you like that   ?     ❜     there,     each feature shifts to form a smug countenance,     evincing his own amusement of pyke's words of praise,     the pleas that told him he's amazing at this.     the begging request,     don't stop,     it fuels rakan's ego.     pride dwells deep within his heart,     within this lust that burns through his body,     very one that has him pressed against pyke.     can he feel it   ?     it's a wonder,     but he's sure he can.     ❛     lose the mask,     babe     ...     ❜     a hand's travel is sluggish,     but eventually tugs at the bandana,     nonverbal request for its removal.     he wants to see him.     ❛     your eyes are nice,     but i wanna see you.     all of you.     ❜

more getting to know the mun

rules: Tag 9 people who you want to get to know better

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

              downtime is not a rarity.     living without care in the world is a motto he's since subscribed to,     adhering to such hedonistic law for no other reason than to gain pleasure     ———     a lack of care for trivial matters that humans fret over allowed gates of new possibilities to be opened,     surpassed as all continue to wallow    &    drown in pools of responsibility.     though he is one to quell these worries with song    &    dance,     it is ephemeral,     contained within the space he's intruded graced with his presence.     rakan is free     ———     to remain collective    &    silent,     gazing upon nature's finest work,     the trees that stretch towards the azure sky above,     the relaxing grass he considers comfortable enough to be a bed,     the foreboding man whose primal voice pierces through the tranquil silence of the moment.     wait,     what   ?

              ❛     huh,     not even going to give me your name first or anything   ?     at least a compliment on my good looks   ?     ❜     it's not a deliberate remark to avoid the question,     he just takes offense to those that fail to be captivated by his charms.     possibly because no such magic is being used.     perchance because this new individual isn't an average human.     lips curve upward with every intent,     finding new source of entertainment before him.     who was this guy   ?     ❛     darkin,     darkin     ...     ❜     feigns being lost within own thought process,     circling around varus,     hand rubbing at own chin,     humming to further accentuate elaborate lie.     soft chuckle,     he shrugs.     ❛     nope,     sorry.     don't think i know anything about the darkin.     ❜

The patience of a hunter bridles even the superlative of lust that is his primal instinct to kill  —  not yet, he chides himself. The quiver of his accursed bow is only half-way drawn, the faintest glimpses of vermilion flickering where the string is at its tensest, but the bow is not aimed. What he seeks is answers, not the heart of the airy Vastayan that he stalks. 

He finally approaches close enough to where Varus hides. The soft grass rustles in his wake, and Varus rounds the corner, approaching deliberately, like a snake. His voice is a foreign growl in his ears, primitive and guttural. 

“You. Tell me, what do you know about the Darkin?”

@feyquil​ / sc.

unprompted.     /     always accepting   !!

@yuanfena​ said :   yasuo lifts a tentative hand , pad of his index brushing along the underside of rakan's fur tipped ear - a near imperceptible friction. " hm " a quiet hum , " sorry " he adds as he slowly lowers his hand back to rest on his side , corners of his lips tipping upwards , " couldn't help seeing if they were as soft as they look "

              often are feathers considered most important aspect of him,     usual for them to be at center of another's attention,     considered as the most beauteous aspect of his person     (   every part of rakan is beautiful,     he is beauty itself,     no such thing as flaw on his exterior   ),     for their colors were warm    &    their surface velvety,     heiled by the many onlookers as a demonstration of a softness fabricated by nature's divine hands.     all appreciation welcomed,     for it was praise,     verbal or not,    &    he liked that.     /     one may consider touch itself a minute act,     but not him     ———     no,     its significance amounted to greater than initially perceived,     perchance approaching insurmountable in his eyes,     as it served as generous indicator that his allure was effective.     that others considered him meritorious enough to be granted attention through curiosity's means.     it sated his blatant desire,     a need for some form of praise.     /     such is customary when it came to feathers,     but what of these ears,     whose softness went unnoticed,     whose condition kempt for the sake of flashy appearance,     whose silk - like surface had never been touched.

              how foreign is touch's blessing    &    how abrupt   !!     /     not a thought of that desire had crossed mind in a while,     though upon receiving it,     it elicits the softest hum imaginable,     vocal vibration brushing against lowest tonality,     leaning towards singular digit 'till     ——     ugh.     golden opportunity,     transient as it was,     had been revoked,     an apology in its place.     the only apt response   ?     a huff     &    brief groan,     interlaced with displeasure.     /     yes,     foreign was that touch at first,     though he enjoyed it.     ear's twitch is slight,     head cants to the side,    &    azures shift to scan caramel before moving onto the rest of yasuo's features.     though,     rising grin is most pivotal change     (   infectious,     capable of making rakan's pursed lips curve into minuscule grin,     compounded with brief chuckle   ),     it was home to a boundless curiosity     (   rakan thought so,     at least   ).     who is he to deny a friend such an implicit request   ?

              ❛     y'know,     ❜     characteristic lilt makes itself present in voice,     innate rhythmic tone,     befitting of dancer    &    singer alike.     ❛     if you wanted to know whether or not my ears were soft,     just ask   !     ❜     carefree,     not a drop of anger in his voice    ;    even now,     he is cool,     he remained mischievous,     he liked having his ears touched.     head tilts ever so delicately towards yasuo,     overt invitation through nonverbal means,     he can't just say no to that,     right   ?     ❛     you can touch 'em,     go ahead.     take is as a thanks.     what for   ?     dunno   !    but,     i'm sure i owe you some form of gratitude.     ❜

unprompted.     /     always accepting   !!

@defensator​ said :   so YOU are an eleven? hah!

              ❛     yeah,     did i stutter   ?     ❜     oh,     look,     a smirk curves at his lips.     he's pressed the right buttons    &    he's gonna keep at it.     ❛     come on,     if you want to be an eleven,     you gotta have better hearing than that,     old man   !     or is age starting to catch up to you   ?     ❜

oh yeah here’s the whole mun v. muse deal!