❛     we Sure Made It out Of That One,     huh   ?     ❜     another

nsfw & fluff headcanons

🔥 What are your muse’s turn-ons?

✂ What are your muse’s turn-offs?

💞 Would your muse ever consider a threesome (or more!)

💏 When did your muse have their first kiss?

👶 Does your muse want children?

💋 What is your muse’s sexual orientation?

🌺 When did your muse lose their virginity?

🌀 What are 3 of muse’s top kinks?

❌ Have they ever cheated or been cheated on?

🌹 Is your muse more interested in love or lust?

⇕ Is your muse a top or a bottom? Both?

ღ Does your muse like using toys?

⌛️ How long does your muse last in bed?

📺 Does your muse enjoy porn?

ϟ Does your muse masturbate?

📱 Would your muse ever send nudes?

💬 Is your muse vocal in bed?

👅 Does your muse enjoy giving oral sex? Receiving? 

⏰ What time of the day does your muse prefer to have sex?

💍 Would your muse like to get married?

🔒 Is your muse into bondage? 

yasuo.     ///     flowihnd.

         “  WHAT ?  CAN’T  A  HUMAN  WATCH  the  sunset  by  his  lonesome  without  it  being  considered  strange ?  ”  Perhaps  it  isn’t  the  most  orthodox  way  of  doing  so    ————    but  perching  himself  atop  a  tree  branch ,  flask  in  hand  and  nodachi  resting  across  his  knees ,  is  a  better  alternative  to  the  ground  (  and  the  people  )  below .  There  is  a  whisper  in  the  air ,  like  the  echo  of  a  distant  wind ,  that  speaks  in  ways  no  other  force  in  this  world  can   ——   and  with  the  familiar  comfort  of  alcohol’s  warmth ,  the  incoming  night  will  be  much  easier  to  bear .

         THAT ,  AND  THE  VASTAYA’S  UNEXPECTED  company .  “  You’re  thinking  I  could’ve  just  picked  the  ground ,  right ?  Hm .  Less  dangerous ,  sort  of .  But  I  do  like  living  on  the  edge .  ”         (  @feyquil· !  )

              ❛     it is pretty strange though,     don't you think   ?     ❜     yet who is he to dictate what's strange    &    what is not   ?     is he not the most eccentric guy all of ionia praises precisely for how unconventional he is   ?     tight - lipped hum emits from his throat,     only serving as a precursor to the subsequent attempt of climbing the tree     ——     fails once,     twice,     (   loud thud    &    whine indicative of such   ),     yet it is the third attempt where his plan has come to fruition   !!     he's now perched on a lone branch near yasuo,     only then realizing he can't even see him,     not even if he turns his head.     it's unfortunate,     buuuut     ...     ❛     a seat like this means you should be watching the moonrise,     not the sunset   !     ❜     proceeds to find a more comfortable posture,     legs crossing     ———     one over the other     ———     followed by lax limbs raising,     hands meeting at the back of his head,     digits interlacing    &    serving as a headrest     //     perhaps too carefree,     to focused on relaxing over the potential threat of falling down.     HOW UTTERLY RAKAN.

              ❛     what's that about living on the edge,     though   ?     gotta say,     life's fun with a little danger.     or,     in my case,     a lot of danger.     ❜     life is much too short to be concerned about the potential harm that could come out of it    ;    rather,     it's the entertainment that is far more rewarding,     seeing one come after him only to fail miserably.     even now,     he wonders if he's at risk of meeting the edge of yasuo's blade.     heh,     he'll cross that bridge if he ever gets to it,     the wind may be swift,     but not a swift as his dance.

                  You didn’t kill all of us, and that mistake will be your undoing.

since we’re doing shipping tier lists again :}

not to be sappy on main but god. this line.

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 )

watch the stars with me

varus.     ///     vengearrow.

So the Darkin have been lost to time, recorded in the annals of history as demons; debauched beasts that haunt the past, their presence in the present ever fading. The mortals say the Darkin are monstrous, when so many monsters and heroes, even wretched gods, are all cut from the same cloth. Oh, so many monsters lauded as great men. It makes Varus sneer with contempt, his eyes smoldering balefully. He has lived in the sore absence of such ignorance for so long, after all, festering with burning resentment in the repressive darkness of that damned cage. After all of his years in damnation, he has thought: it was a great mistake to seal him and his kin away instead of destroying them all, to think that they could bury their ghosts. 

“My name is Varus. I am the arrow of retribution, and I will pierce you for forgetting your kind’s sins.” He spares not an inkling of intrigue for Rakan’s charms; there is only that cold, familiar anger, and it sings to him with renewed vigor. His corrupted hand clenches around his crystalline bow, and vermillion flickers around its limbs, coursing like lightning around the center, until the shape of an arrow is formed and howling with energy. Varus raises the bow, aiming right for the heart. With this arrow, he would teach this carefree Vastayan terror and silence. “I gift you this pain to remember me by. Savor it.”

              TO LIVE IS TO SIN.     to live a life without sin is to not have live at all,     for sins come in variations,     one's sin could be simple lie to lovely maiden in attempt to charm    &    seduce her,     yet another's sin could be the blood on their hands,     reliving each grotesque,     vivid memory over    &    over,     praying for deliverance from this grief that burdens them.     ah,     the many faces he's seen,     albeit this one's unique     (   bonny,     even.     every part   ),     lusting for revenge.     how amusing the thought.     to fall for temptation of revenge to don bravado of a false justice for the darkin,     whatever that was.     how utterly wicked man can be,     how each is so interwoven with sin itself.     in his long years alive,     the cycle of sin shall endlessly repeat,    &    that only bestows more responsibility on others     —————     it is not his problem.     he is candidate free from responsibility's task,     one to laugh at free entertainment.     for once,     he is the audience.     this is no different.

              ❛     oh,     wow,     that's really cool.     the arrow looks pretty nice.     ❜     insouciant in his approach,     hand is placed atop own hip,     digits curling ever so slightly,     adopting collected posture with that sneer.     face him,     darkin,     watch as the corners of his lips curve upward,     high up,     how he truly does not show a smidgen of concern over this endeavor   !!     varus is a new source of entertainment,     the gift not pain,     but the forthcoming laughs he is to thoroughly enjoy from each missed arrow.     a dancer must be swift to survive in his craft.     ❛     i'm into pain,     don't get me wrong,     buuuut     ...     ❜     pleasant hum,     simply stepping to the side,     showing his defiance with ease.     ❛     i think i'll pass on the gift right now   !     but thanks for the offer,     varus.     rakan's still got to show off his dance moves to everyone in ionia,     you understand   ?     ❜

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

be sure to read the rules!

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.