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nothing concrete but i am curious. like this post if you’d like to discuss on becoming mains with my blog. i do require that it be mutual, so i’d be your main rakan while your muse would be my rakan’s main muse.

unprompted.     /     always accepting   !!

@miellamor​ said :   ' i would give my lungs for you to not drown, i would give my feathers for you to keep flying, i would give my voice for you to keep singing, i would give my heart for you to keep loving.'

              THEIR LOVE IS A SACRED ONE,     it is a fragile craft conjured meticulously by both their hands,     forming it,     nurturing it into that warmth that resonates within their hearts.     they are not connected by mere physicality,     the exterior matters naught,     it's the emotional connection that matters more,     where their hearts become one,     where their love is powerful enough to face the world by themselves,     make an enemy of those that stand against their rebellion.     he'd never leave her side,     gods he'd never leave her side.     to forsake her,     who matters above all else,     would be sin itself.     /     who has ever intrigued him as much as she   ?     who has ever loved him for him    &    not just the charismatic charmer   ?     who has bared her heart to him    &    his to her,     accepting delicate gift    &    cherishing with all their might   ?     it's only them.

              verily,     she was immune to his charms,     it was she who rejected his advances,     but an impassioned heart persists    &    love had been discovered blooming between them.     (   my love,     this flower is ours,     only we may see it,     only we may feel it.   )     to erroneously assume it had been an overnight thing     ...     it brings a chuckle,     fools cannot perceive the trials they've faced,     the many times he's protected her,     the many times she's protected him,     the many times she claimed to leave him were he caught in a peril situation,     only to be saved right after    &    scolded harshly for not being serious enough.

              deep down,     they both knew the truth.     one shrouded in mystery,     but through each error,     each time they corrected themselves,     truth's like shined through,     illuminating an indubitable fact    :     they both knew they cared about one another.     platonic   ?     romantic   ?     foggy mind couldn't decipher it,     he knew his intentions were romantic,     but he saw more of her    &    so were his glib acts dropped,     replaced over time by bonafide acts of love,     genuine passion with every chat they had,     every laugh they shared.     //     her laugh,     oh her laugh,     was there anything more beautiful,     anything that inspired him more than when she smiled,     when mirth graced her features,     that was beauty itself   !!

              ❛     miella,     ❜     he hushes her,     finger pressed against her lips,     amiable smile growing onto his lips,     he leans in,     close    &    makes sure to press his forehead against hers.     deep intake of breath,     small exhale,     then silence.     silence.     words cannot encompass his love for her,     neither can time     ———     their love transcends time,     it transcends history itself,     historians shall not record it,     documents will write of their achievements,     their failures,     there will be information on their success to preserve the wild magic of ionia,     but no matter if a memorial is made,     no matter if others see them as ghosts or heroes,     none will know of their love.     there will be songs sung,     speaking of the two lovers that faced the world,     but none,     none but they will know of this flower they nurtured,     the nature of their love is not an exhibit for the world,     but their private garden that only they may dwell    &    dance in forevermore.     ❛     don't you ever give anything for me.     what i have here   ?     you,     with me,     that's all i could ever ask for.     i don't want anyone else but you.     don't ever sacrifice anything of yours for me.     ❜     only i'm allowed to ever sacrifice myself for you,     miella.

              ❛     confident enough to go out by yourself,     aren't you   ?     ❜     smug tone is evident,     every intent lying within his words as smug smirk curves at his lips,     visage presenting faux ease,     one to deceive her enough to allow her guard to fall.

              lux,     optimist at heart that sought peace    &    serenity through each battle     —     her desire to grow as a team remains admirable,     it is one of the defining features that sets her apart from the rest     (   a true leader is fit to help herself    &    those around her   ).     alas,     that,     too,     may be her drastic downfall,     what inhibits her from truly blooming into the beauteous flower she holds potential to be.     one may clamor over how pivotal it is to cooperate,     the integrity of teamwork,     but cooperation is a myth.     leaders don an amicable guise to deceive others into doing selfish work,     for leaders are meant to abandon others they don't see fit     ——     leaders will allow others to fall in their stead.

              ❛     you must feel really lucky,     star nerd.     ❜     impish tone applied without problem,     rakan's movements fluid    &    much too relaxed,     edging closer    &    utilizing his towering stature to loom over her,     staring down,     down at her,     for she is small.     a simple task.     a persistent bug that must be squashed.     accept the doubts of your heart.     ❛     running into me of all people   !     you should feel special.     ❜     in that same instance,     another tonal shift is beckoned,     countenance following right along    :    eyelids lower ever so slightly,     corner of lips curving wider towards ears,     &    his voice   ?     void of its initial gaiety.     ❛     special,     that's what everyone says you are,     but i'm sure you know you're not all that special.     that you can't do anything to help anyone,     right   ?     ❜       ///       @finalsparke​

P O G

kat what the fuck. absolute fucking poggers. anyway,

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

can you kick his ass? can you care for him as much as he cares for you? that’s perfect. he’ll love you. he needs to be able to click well with the person! looks wise? uh……..i dunno. just be sexy? what’s defined as ‘sexy’? idk man maybe have some nice legs? who knows

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

hey i’m literally a dumbass that loves poetry and LOVES to project don’t ask me this question. rakan does have a way with words, but i like to think that’s mainly because of the songs he’s learned and sings. regardless, he probably does fumble a bit with his words if he doesn’t know what to say exactly. it’s customary.

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

he struggles with it! this comes from the fact he’s very indecisive and has to put a lot of thought into thinking what his partner likes, and thinking abt what to give them? is it something they’d like? if it’s not, what else is there? are they really gonna like it? he deliberates over those types of questions and, as such, takes way too long to get a gift for his partner.

x   /   @shnpo

“do you like boys or girls?” yes.

ahri.     ///     vuikusen.

Annoyance flickers as the vixen’s ears begin to twitch the moment he began to mention how shes a dependable ally & that hes SUPPOSEDLY the more beautiful one - IMAGINE lying to yourself like that !  Hands put themselves ‘pon the females curvaceous form as she leans forward almost attempting to TOWER over him yet he still holds an inch to her in height . “ You’re attractive but not that attractive ! “  

Though Ahri knows that was more than enough to make the male elated with such praise ,  the nine-tailed fox holds herself to high standards & believes to be one of the most gifted / beauteous creatures on this plane of existence . Beauty is always in the eye of the beholder however Ahri manages to favor that quite a lot.  “  Of course I’m a dependable ally , what do you think I am  ? ” 

              ❛     you're a dependable ally,     always have been,     always will be   !     we just can't have your looks faltering     ——     &    listen     ...     ❜     he is not one to go on tangents of what is beautiful    &    what isn't.     it's not his style.     however vain it may sound,     he knows that beauty's kiss has chosen him   !     ahri,     however,     is a picturesque vixen that exemplifies feminine beauty in his eyes,     her curvaceous form    &    pretty lips exemplifying that    ;    yes,     yes,     if one were to deceive rakan's ears with a dulcet lie of her being beauty's embodiment,     he would fall for such a perceived truth,     refuse to disagree   !!     regardless,     he,     too,     is aware of his own beauty,     he swims in it,     drinks from it.     a visually attracting charmer,     too,     deserves to be beauty incarnate.     such a perplexing situation,     is it not   ?

              ❛     there's things that are clearly beautiful    &    just plain beautiful.     we're both on the clearly beautiful side,     just     ...     ❜     a hum,     digit pressing against this line of his lips,     pondering on choice words that come next.     mind's blocked     /     he cannot care for it now,     a confession of the heart is better,     right   ?     ❛     i just think i can captivate more eyes than you,     is what i'm saying   !     ❜     a confident statement delivered with a nonchalant smile.     a bit egotistical   ?     perhaps.

i hate @feyquil​ so fucking much -

im gonna try smth...... ♥ this post so i can hop in ur IMs to try & discuss character dynamics between rakan and ur muse(s)!

sidles up to him and worms his way beneath his cloak wing thing to keep warm

              inattentive azures fixated on particular rock structure,     attempting to understand if its form had always been the way he sees it now     //     has the rock undergone change   ?     was what perceived as immovable,     unchanging,     able to convert to its current form   ?     logical explanation behind it a bore,     more intriguing is the idea of life's dance interlacing itself with rock's time,     nature's dance wild    &    free,     the two conjoining to create what now sits before him.     attention,     however,     is fully diverted upon feeling one hide beneath his wing.     very same one that dons the guise of a cloak to foolish humans,     those that knew naught of the magical properties bestowed onto it,     over it    &    beneath it.

              speaking of lying beneath it,     just who is that   ?

              ❛     hey,     careful with the feathers   !     ❜     exclamation's delivered without second thought as he quickly turns around,     perpetrator revealed   !     in lieu of anger painting his features,     a smile finds itself forming on rakan's lips,      a chuckle elicited at the sight.     limb shifts,     only for hand to be placed against the nape of his neck    &    sheepishly rub it.     ❛     you startled me there for a second,     varus.      don't sneak up on a guy like that   !     ❜       ///       @blightbrought

              ❛     you're telling me that i fucked up,     but come on,     it's not so bad   !     at least you didn't get hurt,     right   ?     i'll be fine.     ❜      ///       @prodigal-ezreal​