Feyquil - * LIVE TO DANCE !

???     ///     portaljumps.

        ❛ i know you ! ❜     she starts, chiming in on what appeared to be perfectly enjoyable silence— but where’s the fun in that ?  nothing, of course !  a hop, skip, & a jump— & a portal— close the gap between her & the bird-man.  she shows up uninvited, obviously. what other way does one surprise somebody ?   she had yet to figure that out.   ( along with the art of subtlety— but don’t tell her that. )

          ❛ i’ve seen you before, you’re the fey-dancer ! r-r-r-r-r-akan !  did i get the accent right ? well ? ❜  an eager expression is painted upon young features— she’s looking forward to his favourable reply !

@feyquil·.

              not oft will he be in the mood for nothing but sweet serenity    &    the natural silence of the forest,     craving naught but some shut - eye    &    a visit from pleasant dreams.     (   what shall the mind conjure up this time in this dream land of his   ?     perhaps a world where peace reigned    &    he could spend time with his beloved,     or a world where all recognize him as the embodiment of beauty.   )     alas,     it's all but a distant desire now,     what with the sudden noise from boisterous child.     there goes his sleep.

              ❛     huh   ?     oh,     yep,     that's me   !     the one    &    only r - r - r -r - rakan   !    you got it right,     kiddo.     ❜     albeit sleep's his ultimate goal,     maybe entertaining curious child for a spell wouldn't hurt.     he can only hope slumber revisits him later.

RAKAN 

↳THE CHARMER

what are your character’s major flaws?  / headcanon prompt    +  ( naming at least 3 )

willing to sacrifice himself.   it’s not a secret to him that he’s willing to put his life on the line for xayah. rakan cares too much about her, he wouldn’t hesitate to sacrifice himself if it could ensure her safety, ensure her happiness, ensure her a brighter future, he’d be ok with trading his life for hers. he’s aware that it would hurt her. he’s aware the of the dire consequences, but he’s unwilling to change his ways. xayah is his world, & if it meant dying to protect his world, he wouldn’t need to think twice. this is the extent of his love & his care for her. whether she wholeheartedly accepts it or not, he doesn’t know, but he stays resolute on this choice he’s made.

excessively prideful.   one could describe him as narcissistic, a vastaya that’s self-centered without a lick of altruism -- scratching off the altruism part, they would be right. rakan is vain, & he’s not ashamed of it. he knows he looks good, he knows he dances good, & most importantly, he knows he fights good. his cockiness can either attract more people ( which, if it does, it’s fulfilling that desire for attention, so he deems this pride of his to have its perks ), or it can drive them away. one thing’s for sure, rakan’s pride is one of his greatest flaws.

impulsive as all hell.   no matter how much you may inform rakan of a schedule, a plan, anything, he’s bound to forsake it & opt for what he relies on best: his own instinct. while this benefits him, insofar the can improvise on the spot & make a plan work in an unorthodox manner, this impulsiveness could be the death of him. he is a man who follows his heart, acts on his gut’s warning or approval of a situation, all with one goal in mind: keeping xayah safe or keeping her out of danger.

tagged by: oh i stole this from quin and cole tagging: @shadowhelmed​ @vuikusen​ @foreignidol​ @finalsparke​ @quartlet​ @fraying​ @drakenskies​ n anyone else who wants to do this!

less cringy NSFW/intimacy memes

ACTIONS: (add + to reverse who does the action)

✦ to finger my muse  ✧ to give my muse oral  ☆ to get caught doing something sexual in public ✻ to catch my muse masturbating  ✸ for a drabble about my muse having a sex dream about yours ❆ to tease my muse  ❁ for our muses first time  ✶ for something awkward to happen during sex ♢ for something to make our muses laugh during sex  ♤ for my muse to help yours undress  ☽ for my muse to have trouble taking off an article of clothing  ♧ to guide my muse’s hands where yours wants to be touched  ♜ for my muse to kiss an area where yours is insecure  ♞ my muse gets a cramp during sex ♦ my muse sneezes during sex ♟ my muse says the wrong name during sex ✪ for our muses to be intimate in nature © for morning sex  ✘ to eat food off of my muse  ♕ make your own scenario 

WORDS: 

“god, you look so good”  “fuck—” “i got you, baby”  “you’re being so good for me”  “i promise i’ll be a good”  “please”  “you have to be quiet if you want to cum”  “say please?”  “are you gonna be good for me?”  “shit— i have to pee” “wait, that hurts” “not there” “that feels so good”  “touch me here”  “did you just yawn?”  “you make me feel so good”  “do you like this?”  “i want to hear you when you cum”  “i’m so close”  “i need you”  “how much do you want to cum?” “turn around” “your fingers feel amazing” “i’m yours”  “you’re mine” “tell me you’re mine”  “you sound so pretty when you moan”  “harder” “wait—” “is this okay?” “say it again” “i love you”

              ❛     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​

unprompted.     /     always accepting   !!

@friendsinthefrost​ said :   Twink. - Jayce

bitch.

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how do u feel abt my rakan?

AAAAA THANK U!!!

???     ///     quartlet.

           GLIMPSES OF TAWNY FEATHERED PLUME   catches his eye before it is eventually squandered by shadows.  the lay of the land  —  the first lands was one interwoven with magics far beyond true comprehension.  pulsing veins of ancient rites,  burgeoned trees,  roots slick with honeyed sap that overlap  and nature which is untouched by the hands of smoke and shadow alike.  this imagery is not lost to him.  nor is the freckled wardance which permeates between. 

            ❛  you know,  i never was overly fond on the concept of laws.  ❜   his posture is keen,  resting upon the ball of his foot as the artisan turns,  his cape billowing about like half - clipped wings of waxy ivory.   venom dribbles from his words,  not quite so deadly but the threat is there.  the vatsayan’s presence was not so much a hinderance,  nor a total annoyance.  he merely was,  and whether he would tip the balance on that scale  …  well,  that was up to him.  for now,  the golden devil smiles.  he smiles and smiles and smiles. 

              ❛  i had assumed you were the same,  given your escapades but i see now that i was sadly mistaken.  ❜

              peculiar similarity arises from innocuous remark,     what was delivered with intent of being naught more than a jest is accepted as more,     as a perceived truth for the vastaya.     they,     however,     overlap,     a distaste for law    &    rules      ————     surely,     there were unspoken rules that governed the land,     the sea,     the world,     every aspect of life,     urging all to abide by intangible law for one's survival     (   a natural instinct,     wouldn't that be it   ?   ).     were rules    &    law similar,     though   ?     one's written    &    the other's implied   ?     no,     no,     the matter seems too convoluted altogether.     he'd rather adhere to his own pre - conceived notions as to what they truly are.     for now,     however,     heart speaks    :    it'd be an act of insolence to leave masked guest without a response,     to disappear from general vicinity    &    leave him without response.     (   or is it the smell of danger that appeals to him,     calls to him   ?   )

              ❛     jeez,     you really can't take even the smallest joke,     huh   ?     ❜     the venom's not lost on rakan     ————     it's palpable,     it's there,     it's potential for conflict to be born amidst what's perceived as naught more than a chat.     mask, whose visage carved from impassive marble     (   surface of the mask intricate yet smooth,     eerie with its perpetual smile etched onto its form   ),     turned away,     grants rakan opportunity to scrutinize potential threat    :    lily white cape hung over upper - half of body,     mauve fabric of varying tones underneath,     gold sparingly used in his design,     he must admit it's an impeccable style     ——     wait,     wait,     that's just stylish   !!     nothing indicative of his battle technique.     well     ...     he looks scrawny.     there,     a sigh    &    chuckle leaves him,     confidence     (   nay,     cockiness   )     exuding from breath's escape.

              ❛     you're a bit too serious,     don't you think   ?     ❜     cerulean hues fix their focus on the cape,     tight - lipped hum given,     allowing instinct itself to guide his path towards the side of the artisan.     rakan only sees the mask,     eternally poised look intact.     curiosity causes brows to raise,     wondering what,     oh what,     could lie under that mask   ?     ❛     maybe that's why you've got a mask on,     yeah   ?     you got a lot of wrinkles from being way too uptight,     don't you   ?     ❜

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

I truly appreciate your kind words, my good sir~

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