Varus.     ///     vengearrow.

Y   :   YOURS.   does your muse get protective easily?

I SOMEHOW ALMOST FORGOT ABOUT THIS SORRY!! 

Y   :   YOURS.   does your muse get protective easily?

hmm, i’m going to have to say yes, personally. rakan seems like the type of guy who’d easily be incredibly protective of his lover – this is made a little evident in his interaction with xayah in the in-game voice lines? where he says:

and i think that demonstrates his level of protectiveness when it comes to someone he truly, deeply loves? he’s willing to put his life on the line for that person, no matter the circumstance. it’s very much, indeed, a selfless part of him that’s explored more in his star guardian skin. to summarize, though: he’s protective. very protective to the point he’d die for his lover. but, that’s how i see it!

x   /   @excria

???     ///     voracites.

In   the   past   she’d   heard   similar   questions   from   others   dressed   in   black      &      red,   but   when   they   came   from   an   equal   the   sparkle   of   surprise   she   thought   dead   shimmered   anew   within   jade   optics.   An   equal   asking   about   the   decision   she’d   taken   always   sounded   like   judgement   rather   than   curiosity     (      perhaps   because   part   of   her   understood   the   implicit   treason      ),      &      although   sinking   claws   into   golden   feathers   was   a   quick   solution   to   the   discomfort   he’d   awaken   the   woman   never   abandoned   her   lax   stance.   With   dropped   shoulders      &      arms   folder   underneath   her   bosom   the   growing   tension   was   only   visible   in   contrasted   pupils,   perhaps   in   the   uneasy   flick   of   pointy   appendages   attached   to   crimson   crown   as   well   if   one   put   enough   attention.      ❝      You   are   quite   a   curious   bird,   aren’t   you      ?      Better   be   careful   with   that   tongue,   you   never   know   who   is   eager   to   get   a   new   one.      ❞ The   corners   of   scarlet-coated   lips   rose   for   a   cynical   smile   to   appear,      &      with   a   low   chortle   the   subject   was   avoided   for   as   long   as   she   refused   to   provide   an   answer.   She   couldn’t   stop   others   from   speaking   their   mind   just   like   they   couldn’t   force   a   tease   to   become   an   honest   reveal,   as   the   vastaya   enjoyed   it   like   a   domestic   feline   about   to   get   away   with   its   own   game   before   deciding   to   please   the   flashing   creature.      ❝      Not   a   spell   nor   coercion      ;      it’s   just   my   desire.      ———   What   I   crave   for   is   bonded   to   humans      &      through   false   obedience   they   loose   their   grip,   you   should   try   my   methods   sometime.      ❞      Guiding   one   clawed   digit   toward   his   chin   the   kiilash   found   a   moment   to   hold   his   face   in   place,   sharp   keratin   lightly   pressed   against   soft   flesh.   Katarina   didn’t   aim   to   hurt   his   skin   but   the   circling   motion   wasn’t   fondly   received   when   she   was   the   person   being   inspected,   so   better   was   to   encourage   his   steps   to   halt   if   he   hadn’t   decided   to   stop   already.      ❝      But   let’s   talk   about   you   instead.   The   capital   is   bare   meters   away      &      you   keep   wandering   like   nothing,   is   there   anything   in   particular   you’re   looking   for      ?      ❞

              inquisitive mind is rewarded with the curiosity of another,     hoping to bask in the light of rakan's own secrets,     his reason for being so near the capital.     what truth could he offer,     now matter how faux it may sound   ?     his curiosity got the best of him,     causing him to gravitate towards subservient kiilash     (   no,     she just mentioned her obedience wasn't genuine in any way.     a sly one she is,     if he's honest   ).     albeit he could conjure up a lie from his gut,     he wasn't granted much liberty,     what with her hands being in current possession of his face.     one wrong move    &    he may,     truly,     experience her true wrath.     murderous.     domineering.     death's hand is hers to command.     he's intrigued,     notwithstanding the fact his tracks were put to a halt.

              ❛     no special reason.     ❜     there,      a glib remark in his attempt to fool her.     cunning can rakan be,     knowing full well that it took to survive even the harshest human,     the deadliest beings of life.     naturally,     his object of perfect synergy     (   the one whose love captivated him,     whose feathers as sharp as her silver tongue   )     was missing,     so any attempt at combat could prove far too risky.     ❛     just thought i could help a lost kitty was all.     ❜     condescending comes his remark,     chuckle emitting from his throat.     his statement was the exact opposite of being careful,     who is he to deny a moment of fun,     a moment of that carefree nature he's come to oh,     so love.     he won't die.     not when he's got a cause to see to fruition alongside her.     ❛     you don't need my help,     from the looks of it.     ❜     there's truth to his words now,     head tilting to the side slightly,     curve of his lips raising to form that smug grin.

what’s your muses’ position?

oh well

aight since i saw some interest, here’s a league of legends rpc discord server! :)c

be sure to read the rules!

goggles.     ///     yi-dashi.

Dance was notunknown to Yi, which was perhaps why he’d been drawn to the performance in the first place.Plenty of his people had been dancers, and in Rakan he found some form of nostalgia. When the people of Wuju could not apply their sword-crafts to battle or contests, their grace became art. To the beat of drums, a curated form of swordplay hadcome alive in performance. Back then, Yihad ignored any mentors of the arts, preferring swords for their edges ratherthan aesthetics. There were many more important things to be done, he told them all. Whywould he need to remember every single Wuju play?

That thinkinghad got him to the present, standing before the other with flurries of compliments. Butthe nostalgia grew bitter the longer he pondered it. How much had he forgotten?

“… What isnew?” He offered, after shaking off his simmering malaise. The other’s bravado was much more captivating than thoughts of the past, “Acknowledgement of workwell done? Surely, I would hope you are given more credit for the performance youprovide? You speak as if you are aware of your own skill, and I suppose they would not host you here if not for the skill of it. Thepractice is apparent, and I am hope you are not the only one telling yourself this.”

Stroking athis beard, the Bladesman’s lenses clunked back into theircasings suddenly. Behind them, the man found himself wincing as hebecame aware of a missed introduction. That, and the name ‘Goggles,’ which seemed to slap him for his missed formality. Not very palatable to his ears certainly, and his first instinct was to scold the Vastayan for it. But be polite, Yi. Thatwas the least he could offer. Let it go once, and make sure he has no reason to call you it again.

He steadiedhis expression, and his goggles along with it, as he continued with his measured tone, “Ah, I think I have gotten ahead of myself. Please forgive me Rakan, I have not thought to announce myself. It is not Goggles, as yousay. I am known as Master Yi. I travel widely, and I was not expecting to spendmy time here this day. So, if you have things you must attend to, please do notlet this man keep you. If you would tell me more of your dances however, I would surely be interested in hearing it.”

At least that gave him an exit, if he’d truly managed to offend.

              such a new song to settle upon his ears,     appealing to some base desire that yearns for praise    &    attention     (   oh,     how it dwells in his heart   !   ),     rekindling the passionate fire of his heart that continuously reminds him of this skill's benefits    :    the endless praise from others,     their attention,    &    their inevitable admiration held for none but rakan,     rakan,     rakan.     hah,     to stroke massive ego could be considered folly to some,     albeit rakan feels differently.     this praise is divine,     it is a pleasure he indulges himself in,     caring not for the scorn directed towards him through malevolent gazes     ———     envy,     repulsive sentiment he understands all too well     ———     but beauty's irresistible grace allows him to persevere,     to continue his performance without worry of what others thought.

              ❛     you'd be surprised,     goggles   !     ❜     again with the nickname,     escaping past lips naturally,     at a smooth ease the world could not compete with.     coolness itself,     is rakan in that moment.     'till he recognizes own blunder     /     stranger had been naught but kind to him     (   but within lies an expectation of kindness from all   !!   )     hah,     only a fool would believe that.     it is only luck that he's not being chased down by yet another angry guard with hopes of capturing for his feathers,     or perhaps his head.     ❛     sorry,     sorry,     that was my bad.     master yi,     right   ?     ❜     took a moment,     certainly,     but he's quick to correct himself,     purely out of courtesy     (     that,    &    he'd like to try to remember this guy's name.   )     ❛     i just don't get that sort of praise often,     really.     lot of clapping,     cheering,    &    staring,     but who can blame 'em   ?     either way,     it feels nice to have someone know i work pretty damn hard on each dance   !     ❜

              oh,     but don't let him speak of those countless nights where spirit of song    &    dance resonate within him,     indulging himself in that selfish pleasure of dance,     song   !!     the true passion that feels like his calling,     that feels right down to every sweet melody.     it matters not if it's from dusk to dawn,     it is the happiness conjured from each second that mattered   !

              ❛     aaaaaaaanyway,     ❜     after brief pause,     voice fills the air again,     waiting's too boring    &    leaving honored guest without answer to query is way too rude.     abandoning the routinely,     rather lonesome evening after a festival sounds pleasing.     a taste of something new surely was needed,     even if it wasn't a sweet,     chocolatey delicacy.     ❛     if you wanna hear all about my dancing,     then i could tell you all about 'em   !     maybe even show you some,     too.     consider yourself my guest of honor   !!     err,     though i don't exactly have a place.     i just wander around.     ❜

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!

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.

xayah/rakan for a prompt

less cringy NSFW/intimacy memes

ACTIONS: (add + to reverse who does the action)

✦ to finger my muse  ✧ to give my muse oral  ☆ to get caught doing something sexual in public ✻ to catch my muse masturbating  ✸ for a drabble about my muse having a sex dream about yours ❆ to tease my muse  ❁ for our muses first time  ✶ for something awkward to happen during sex ♢ for something to make our muses laugh during sex  ♤ for my muse to help yours undress  ☽ for my muse to have trouble taking off an article of clothing  ♧ to guide my muse’s hands where yours wants to be touched  ♜ for my muse to kiss an area where yours is insecure  ♞ my muse gets a cramp during sex ♦ my muse sneezes during sex ♟ my muse says the wrong name during sex ✪ for our muses to be intimate in nature © for morning sex  ✘ to eat food off of my muse  ♕ make your own scenario 

WORDS: 

“god, you look so good”  “fuck—” “i got you, baby”  “you’re being so good for me”  “i promise i’ll be a good”  “please”  “you have to be quiet if you want to cum”  “say please?”  “are you gonna be good for me?”  “shit— i have to pee” “wait, that hurts” “not there” “that feels so good”  “touch me here”  “did you just yawn?”  “you make me feel so good”  “do you like this?”  “i want to hear you when you cum”  “i’m so close”  “i need you”  “how much do you want to cum?” “turn around” “your fingers feel amazing” “i’m yours”  “you’re mine” “tell me you’re mine”  “you sound so pretty when you moan”  “harder” “wait—” “is this okay?” “say it again” “i love you”

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.     ❜