Feyquil - * LIVE TO DANCE !

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               BEAUTY IS THE DANCE THAT is alit with the flames of freedom, magic is the dance that prevails amid the attempts to suppress it    ;    yes,     his dance is free,     just as he is.     life's song has become intertwined with jovial vastaya,     recalling that new beginning with the sun's beauteous rise   !     one,     two,     three,     meticulously counting his steps,     preparing to charm those that bare witness to the swiftness of his boisterous dance   !     impress those gleaming eyes that wish to see the MAJESTIC,     BEAUTIFUL RAKAN make his grand entrance   !!!     let's not waste any time now.     come one,     come all    &    ———

                                           * LET’S    DANCE!

indie    &    private   rakan   from   league   of   legends     ///     loved by ric.

whatever at least I give good head

                      THE MAN I WAS — I KILLED HIM FIRST!

                                               highly selective . slow activity

trickormemes​:

One Word Writing Prompts

Send me a number 1 thru 50 for a word that I’ll use to write either a headcanon, drabble, or starter. Send 🌀 for a random number instead.

01. — first 02. — kiss 03. — final 04. — numb 05. — broken 06. — wings 07. — melody 08. — rules 09. — chocolate 10. — nostalgia 11. — heartbeat 12. — stranger 13. — confusion 14. — bitter 15. — afterlife 16. — daybreak 17. — audience 18. — endless 19. — fireworks 20. — wishing 21. — birthday 22. — tomorrow 23. — oppression 24. — agony 25. — return 26. — protection 27. — boxes 28. — hope 29. — preparation 30. — beautiful 31. — lies 32. — underneath 33. — hide 34. — diary 35. — unforeseen 36. — conditional 37. — gone 38. — clear 39. — heartache 40. — wired 41. — insanity 42. — foolish 43. — words 44. — study 45. — love 46. — skies 47. — stars 48. — lucky 49. — shake 50. — punctual

unprompted.     /     always accepting   !!

@stonethrown​ said :   goddamn dude just, it's been a long while since we were meming things up in TNB but I was just reading your threads on your blog for the past 10 minutes and god just, I love you and your writing like WOW i can't believe i'm actually friends with someone who writes and me reading it instantaneously cures my face acne and brings us to world peace but real talk your writing has shot through the roof and I know this is like super homo of me but keep on writing pls bc I wanna read more ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

UM AWAN WHAT IS THIS DFLJHDFHJDF YOU'RE SO SWEET THANK YOU SO MUCH??? i can't believe we went from tiger & bunny with kotetsu and prof. willow all the way here. listen though- really, thank you for your compliments!! i really want to be able to convey my feelings n rakan's feelings as best as i possibly can in my writing, since i feel like he's a character whose primarily based in his emotions ( and honestly every character i write has been like that but LKFDJHLDFHSFJ ), and delving into how complicated emotions can be and what he feels can just. like. u know. contradict w/ the way he acts n shit sometimes u gotta do what u can to survive. BUT REGARDLESS I'M RAMBLING THANK U SO MUCH FOR THIS i love u sm all the homo babe! <3

performer.     ///     quartlet.

AMBIGUOUS TILL THE LAST,    it was his cloak,   his skin,  his shield,  his everything.   lingering doubt always wore itself well upon the faces of those who seek to peer in,  to gaze until every last droplet is revealed.   far better to live as a dream than to live at all.  or at least,  that is what comforted him,  dismal as it may be.  khada jhin never performs without reason,  though oft times art requires no reason in being,  no purpose in merely existing.  art is,  and so he is.  he shall always be,  haunting the streets of cobbled houses belonging to a no - name village in zhyun.  devils do not seek reason,  they seek what they thrive for,  and thus he shall exist eternally,  eternally,  inside the nightmares of all those who have come to know him. 

❛  i’m sure you are simply dying to know.  ❜   his tone is languid,  terribly languid.   an undying smile curling artificial lips forevermore until the day it cracks open or it is torn away by bruised fingertips  (  he wondered sometimes,  if such a time might come to pass,  though the dream is quickly dashed by visions of bleeding jaws and threaded necks.  they bloom wildly.  bursting from bone and blood vessel   ;  magnificent  ).  for now,  rakan is neither a thorn nor a threat.  perhaps he is both though he has not yet pricked at the flesh enough to draw forth the virtuoso’s true ire.  what is one fool compared to another  ?  what is the sun when compared to the yawning darkness ?   oh,  what wonder. 

❛  you will find taking certain precautions might one day save your skin in the long run,  dear boy. ❜  his words are meant to burrow beneath,  wearing teeth that snap and snicker between twists of petals.  everything about khada jhin is a performance.  whether or not it is agonising,  is yet to be seen,  and for the vastayan that day might never come.  though he may be swept away by his curiosity all he likes.   ❛  best not to tempt fate now,   no ?  ❜

              such a profound level of serenity his voice encompassed,     a natural ease     —     sickeningly so     —     both in movements    &    voice,     a spark of envy may find itself growing,     blooming at the heart of a certain vastaya.     it is mystery to him if what ears hear are reality    ;    more so,     is the drawl in voice merely imagination,     auditory illusion,     or factual perception   ?     curiosity,     once enchanting    &    pure,     begins its conquest of mind.     a plague does it become that affects every corner of self     ———     nonetheless,     glee prevails behind it,     hoping to discover what truths may lie behind man enveloped in mystery.     despite aching desire to know,     he relents    &    decides to break ice,     know first secret     (   if one could call it that   )     of man behind mask.

              ❛     lucky for you,     i love to tempt fate.     ❜     that he does.     why else would he remain near evidenty dangerous character   ?     most would back from treacherous individual,     turn tail    &    return home,     to safety's warm embrace,     but not him.     a taste of danger would usually equate to a taste of entertainment,     a taste of fun.     successfully evoking ire    &    annoyance from one who maintained calm demeanor would be a fruitful endeavor.     for what reason   ?     none at all   !!     it is action without reason,     entertainment sought in most peculiar of areas     ❛     i'll tempt it right now    &    ask    :    what's the name you've got   ?     either the one that comes with the mask,     or the one behind it.     i'm game.     ❜     yet another shot at attempting to unravel the intricate web of mysteries that lie behind masked killer.     smile,     smile,     for those secrets may not yet be within reach,      albeit a stubborn vastaya knows naught of giving up.

              &    he takes opportunity to allow fate to guide limbs towards front of artisan's path,     finally attaining desired destination    :    a blockage in his path,     hoping to garner necessary information to dispel the mystery of name,     to elongate conversation.     fated stranger,     stay a while   !     travels may make one dreary    &    desire respite at vilest hour.     come,     stick for a chat.

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 !

Quinn: BÉSALO!!!

historia real :u

AGO 2018

your art is SOOOO pretty 🥺 i iove seeing it on my dash

I truly appreciate your kind words, my good sir~