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do you have a cloaca just curious

uhhhhhhhhh one way to find out huh ????

defensator replied to your post: unprompted.     /     always accepting   !! ...

“glad to see we are going for fair and unbiased opinions here, bird boy.”

              ❛     you'll get your chance to shine when i'm gone or something,     old man.     'course,     i'll still be the sexiest thing your city's seen.     ❜

(     *     VALENTINE’S DAY ALPHABET   !    

send some letters to find out more about my muse   !

A   :   AFFECTION.   how does your muse show affection?

B   :   BOUQUET.   does your muse like flowers? which ones are their favourite?

C   :   CHOCOLATE.   does your muse like chocolate? which one is their favourite?

D   :   DATE.   what is your muse’s ideal date? where / who with / etc?

E   :   EMBRACE.   does your muse like hugs? what are their hugs like?

F   :   FLIRT.   is your muse good at flirting? how do they flirt?

G   :   GIFT.   is your muse good at gift - giving or do they struggle to get it right?

H   :   HEART.   is your muse quick or slow to give their heart away?

I    :   I LOVE YOU.   does your muse find ‘i love you’ easy or hard to say?

J   :   JEALOUSY.   does your muse get jealous in a relationship?

K   :   KISS.   is your muse a good kisser? why / why not? 

L   :   LOVE.   who does your muse love?

M   :   MOONLIGHT.   what is your muse’s ideal date? where / who with / etc?

N   :   NAUGHTY.   what is your muse like in bed?

O   :   ODE.   does your muse have a way with words?

P   :   PARTNER.   what does your muse look for in a partner? looks / personality?

Q   :   QUESTION.   would your muse ask the big question or expect their partner to?

R   :   ROMANCE.   is your muse a romantic or a cynic?

S   :   SWEETHEART.   did your muse have a childhood sweetheart?

T   :   TRUE LOVE.   does your muse believe in true love?

U   :   UNREQUITED.   has your muse had their heart broken?

V   :   VALENTINE.   how does your muse feel about valentine’s day?

W  :   WEDDING.   would your muse get married? why / why not?

X   :   XOXO.   does your muse use / like pet names?

Y   :   YOURS.   does your muse get protective easily?

Z   :   ZZZ.   how many people has your muse slept with?

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🌹 Is your muse more interested in love or lust?

thiiis is a tricky one, if i’m honest with you. we know very well that rakan is into love – he demonstrates this through his love for xayah, where he willingly travels with her, protects her, cares for her enough to state that “I can feel her worry. She’s smarter than me about so many things, but foolish about love sometimes.” he’s experienced with love. he loves her enough to even state “I will tickle her later. We will laugh and drink. She will plan and I will sing. I feel her cheek on my chest. I’m glad that Xayah needs me now.” rakan loves xayah. he’s the light that will shine through that storm in her heart, clearing those skies for her to smile again. with this established, we know rakan feels strongly about love & his love for another. in that case, why would i be struggling to choose one or the other? well, lust is there more covertly, conceptualized in rakan’s character through bits & pieces of disloyalty. there’s hints through in-game voice lines that he can be a little…ready to have fun outside of love. that might make me think that he does put some semblance of importance to lust. lust is more about a quest for sexual pleasure, be it brief or long-term. whereas love is more so falling for someone, the components of lust becoming a secondary interest here, whilst the first interest is keeping that person safe, happy, & overall just enjoy any moment with that person. be it when they’re in peril or just relaxing, lazing around, watching the clouds up above. anyway i rambled a lot sorry LFJHLDFHJF       ///       @cnpluria

jhin.      ///      quartlet.

WHAT LIES YONDER THIS FALSE FACE  ?   what lies beyond any pound of flesh,  ruddy and rotten,  awaiting oblivion and only knowing the subtle kiss of decay at every waking moment since birth.  as far as most folk are concerned,  this perfect grin was his true face.  carved by his own hands,  fashioned by him and him alone.  no others could match it,  nor replicate each contour and porcelain edge that now looks back at the vastayan,  forever ebbing and flowing.  oh,  but he has so many others.  a weeping mask.  a furious mask.  a melancholic mask.  one set of eyes peeled atop another,  awaiting the day they will be molded into something new.  perfect.  pristine.  staic cold. 

❛   you may call me jhin. ❜   the name rolls off the back of his tongue,  moulded and screaming,  colouring the blinking spaces between them in a bloody violet.  the sound is accompanied by the dipping of a bow.  he practically purrs,  voice already entangled by an unseen manipulation that distorted and deepened his already heavy throat.  there are no other syllables.  only one (   and a thousand others  ).  only one chiming sound that taints the air,  intermingling saccharine sweetness and lavishness fitted for a nobleman’s wrist. it sounded like an omen but also a blessing.   khada jhin postured himself all too well,  so much so that it was so horribly frightening,  in the way he could come off so very pleasantly despite the underlying eerie gleam that travelled up the slope of his cloak. 

he knows the significance of a name.   perhaps that is why he pondered on giving a false one,  he has so many already,  it would be easy to string together fair - sounding chords.  no matter.   his head dips in a sidelong glance,  the cherry red wine of his gaze not once breaking from  summer blue.   ❛  now i have given up my own,  it is customary that you give yours. ❜

              PERFECTIONISM'S IDEOLOGY IS A DANGEROUS ONE,     demanding the utmost of one,     some may see it as motivator,     others will reprimand selves over inability of being able to reach that impossible hope,     faux    &    shining,     bright    &    warm for a deceptive comfort,     it was all a mistake.     /     none survive its depths,     that darkness's grasp,     no matter if metaphorical,     maintains steady grip on their being     ———     forget the corporeality,     it is the spirit in which it all lies.     with such low spirits,     they drown in a pool of doubts,     drown,     drown,     drown   !!!     /     but not him.

              his name     (   jhin,     was it   ?   )     ...     there is nothing he knows about him,     sans the name.     he is a stranger,    &    rakan ponders of the mask,     what it would take to crack it,     to see eternal grin,     etched onto the surface of what he deems as jhin's face,     crack.     /     that curtain has not been raised yet,     not 'till the show starts.     desire's urge brazen,     dictating a hasty act without thought,     take the mask off     ——————     he relents,     impatience strong,     yet is it not more fun to entertain himself with said impatience   ?     ponder,     ponder on what murderous intent could be evoked,     see meticulous man,     following perfection's decree,     fuck up in a search for vengeance   ?     ah,     how fun is the thought.     his time to strike is not now.

              ❛     you'd like to know my name   ?     ❜     an opportune moment to introduce himself,     make his name known to stranger that has not heard of whispers    &    praises of the dancer whose charms were everlasting,     whose love for party    &    freedom were what made him distinct from the rest.     /     has he noticed   ?     the flow of his voice when attached to each word,     each sound,     how rhythmic    &    natural it all was   ?     (   curiosity,     she is his reason,     she is what allows for radiant smirk to bloom,     as charismatic as sunlight.   )     ❛     a pleasure to meet you,     jhin,     i     ❜     slightly does he lean body forward,     limb at his side raises dramatically,     pads of each digit facing bright blue skies above,     &    he pauses.     dramatic effect.     in hopes of a laugh   ?     to mock   ?     who knows,     rakan just does.     ❛     am rrrrakan.     ❜     query answered with best intentions,     he now bends forward,     limb lowering,     'till a successful bow is given.     if he is to give his name,     it's only fair he makes it as flashy as possible.     all eyes on him.     even if an audience of one,     eccentric antics are never abandoned.

              ❛     finest dancer you'll ever meet,     ❜     now,     he gravitates towards masked man,     striding in an all too calm manner,     perhaps too mischievous for his own good.     ❛     that,    &    i'm known for     ...     ❜     upright at first,     though he opts to slouch forward once more,     as hand reaches to gently hold exposed hand,     perhaps the only natural part of him in rakan's eyes.     own hand raises jhin's,     toward rakan's face,     near his lips,     a true gentleman's greeting,     a kiss pressed against back of his hand all that's missing.    in its stead,     the threat of one with sneering lips,     curving upwards in its every joking intent.     he is coquettish for the thrill,     for his second quality,     ❛     my charms.     some just call me the charmer.     lucky you,     ❜     subsequent vocal vibrations are mirthful,     a chuckle to accompany this demeanor he's adopted.     cerulean seas afixed on eternally smiling mask,     daring to challenge the crimson roses that gazed back.     ❛     many would kill for a moment with me.     ❜     &    he retracts his hand,     taking a step back,     returning to his own personal bubble,     previous upright posture,     hand resting against his side.

              ❛     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​

              ❛     you call yourself the boss,     but isn't that just a title you're hiding behind,     or something   ?     they usually say guys like you are the weakest of the bunch.     pretty interesting,     ain't it   ?     ❜       ///       @halvett​

@feyquil​ said: 

may i do a [ kiss + soft ] with a mix of [ love ] ? :0c

nsfw muse reaction prompts // accepting, but slow.

THE LHOTAN’S TOUCH IS AS MESMERIZING AS ITS OWNER, painted in glorious gold & amber as he cups his face, draws zelgius nearer with a firm yet kind hand. he leans into the touch like a moth is drawn to flame; rakan is patient despite what many may assume from his effervescent performance and despite his reticent partner’s anxious, yearning touch, running through the soft feathers on his shoulder. he kisses him and it’s like a kiss with a soul of itself, something fantastic, a taste of magic upon the tongue that parts his lips. 

he could grow used to it, zelgius thinks, he could grow used to this warmth—to feeling wanted, despite his flaws, despite his broken, jagged pieces. 

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              ❛     that's     ...     not how you wear a mask,     buddy.     ❜     could it even be called a mask if it only partly covered one side of the face   ?     not really.     he doesn't think so,     at least.     ❛     think there's better ones out there you could try on,     just a thought   !     ❜       ///       @destructivour​

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.