Meme.     /     accepting.

ok here’s an exhaustive, tentative ship tier list for rakan! some things aren’t like 100% concrete, if i vibe w/ a ship it’s always bound to move up so who knows

*taps my mic* rakan is sexy thank u

i have risen from the filth and muck .  I AM THE LOTUS BLOSSOM .  i  …  am BEAUTY    /    independent & selective KHADA JHIN from league of legends.  written by gabby.   trigger heavy !

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.     ❜

lux.      ///      finalsparke.

                                    ❛  rakan ?  ❜       there’s  a  twinge  of  panic  that  laces  in  her  words  and  uncertain  movements ,  head  twists  and  turns  in  every  direction  to  find  where  ever  he  was  at.  she  was  not  the  most  perceptive ,  obviously ,  but  lux  eventually  sees  him.  her  hands  mingle  together ,  mimi  hovering  just  over  her  shoulder  in  a  comforting  manner. 

                                     but  she  can  do  anything  to  feel  comforted.  her  jaw  tightens ,  feet  shift  to  take  steps  back ,   ( to  turn ,  run ,  whatever  it  took  to  get  away  from  another  problem  she  had  been  confronted  with. )   it  was  a  weakness  of  hers ,  to  avoid  confrontation  and  avoid  generally  anything  that  made  her  uncomfortable.  but  this ?  seeing  rakan  like  this ?  was  more  than  uncomfortable.  damning ,  almost.  

                                     lux  half - expects  xayah  to  pop  out  of  the  shadows  and  kill  her.  it  was  not  outside  of  the  realm  of  possibilities ,  and  she  does  her  best  to  keep  this  in  mind.  

                                     ❛  i  wouldn’t  say  special  is  the  right  word ,  ❜      her  eyes  shift  around ,  trying  to  find  an  out ,  feet  still  shuffling  to  stay  out  of  his  literal  shadow.      ❛  we’re  all  star  guardians ,  we  all  have  our  own  strong  suits.  ❜      words  tumble  out  past  her  lips ,  trying  to  make  idle  conversation. 

              AS EXPECTED OF A FAUX LEADER,     bestowed a title that she has no right of holding.     in his eyes,     she may be the brightest star in their team,     burning,     shining,     lux is the hope of the future,     a promise for starlight's rebirth,     she is a beacon quietly revered by all     ———     even those that held their own criticisms perceived the blossoming potential that lied dormant within her.     /     precisely why her fall would be a tragedy for all to behold,     a horizon where the sun sets,     darkness taking ahold of all,     control seized    &    power granted to damned brat zoe.     it would all be for her.     for careless promises that would trade one life for the other,     where a corrupted heart     (   hers,     hers,     the one that's embraced this darkness,     that refuses to chase the light     ///     her choice made long ago,     but was this choice hers to make   ?   )     may see that sublime glimmer,     a promise of purity,     be restrained by peace's teachings.     it's all for her.

              albeit this solitary mission is for him to take,     a steady breath    &    hardened heart does what it deems necessary,     worrying not over trifling details.     if one must be hurt,     if one must be threatened,     he is prepared to become the villain of the story.     this is one where happiness is a theory,     a pre - supposed fact that all can experience,     but grief's grasp cannot be understated,     it is foreboding    &    it is near,     it never discriminates    ;    child,     adult,     human,     star guardians,     none can escape it.     this is a story where loss is inevitable.     &    he accepts that.     while there must be a sacrifice for a grand finale,     what leads up to it cannot be forsaken,     it is just as important as the main act.     a gradual build up that shall leave his audience in awe at his gallant voice,     his beloved dance.     for now,     this was a necessity.

              ❛     right,     right,     we all have our strong suits,     that's just it.     ❜     familiar vocal vibration follows his statement,     it's a hum,     all too relaxed,     as if he enjoyed this.     he strides towards her,     refusing her an escape from his shadows,     for that would be absolving her of responsibility,     absolving her of that discomfort that paints every feature of her face.     /     mimi can't save you.     /     albeit he's a threatening force,     a reborned version of rakan     (   he is no longer that amiable man of the past,     very one who would generously offer to sing,     to soothe his team's anxieties   ),     the light eludes his smirk,     but he is still rakan.     whatever her plan was,     idle conversation,     he takes the bait,     stalls on his own actions.     knowingly   ?     unknowingly   ?     no idea.     it's unimportant.    

              ❛     because we're star guardians,     we're special,     isn't that right   ?     ❜     he's not asking for elucidation,     he's simply echoing her words.     ❛     you really are pathetic.     ❜     she sees through rose colored lenses,     the idealized world of a romantic,     where nature blooms,     the sun radiates,     &    chaos is but a myth of the past.     what a fucking joke.     ❛     if all star guardians were special in their own right,     then all of them would work together,     right   ?     ❜     a moment of silence,     the ire becomes more evident in his eyes,     it contorts his features,     his triumphant grin is gone,     lips pursing into a frown cursed by the past,     by his own fall   !!!     brows furrow,     &    he maintains a leveled volume,     refusing to let her see emotion's effects.     ❛     if all star guardians were special,     i wouldn't have been left to die.     me    &    xayah weren't saved.     miss basic didn't look back.     she got herself out.     do you really believe anything you're saying,     lux   ?     ❜

*chucks a 🏆 at his forehead*

how do u feel abt my rakan?

SNIFF.....MY FOREHEAD HURTS...BUT IT’S THE PAIN OF VALIDATION AND FRIENDSHIP. THANK YOU...

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.

🌹

🌹 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

cant fuckinf write rn so heres the answer to that ask you sent in

since rakan wanted 2 be nosey, he got a look at how ekkos curiosity led to a bunch of bad doodles n studies #neeeeerd

WHAAAAA I DIDN’T EXPECT THIS AT ALL FDJHDLFKJH THIS IS SO PRETTY…these doodles are so nice and i can feel a lot of fluidity emanating from them, i love it!       ///       @chronodriven

              ❛     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​