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@shadowhelmed​ said :   *drops down to one knee* [ choke ], my liege

              this was bound to happen.     /     they stand at opposite sides of a battlefield,     life's game has dictated that they become one another's enemy,     for their causes    &    beliefs lie in conflict,     sparking desires for war    &    battle,     for one side to prevail victorious with erroneous perception of said victory coming from a just background.     the ends do not justify the means.     a canary must sing nature's song,     hear her reverent melodies that stir devotion    &    love for her creations,     for the wild magic whose freedom directly affects all life around it    ;    there is no question to it,     it must be left intact.     to limit such for another's cause is to rebuke nature's teachings,     it is to manipulate her benevolent will    &    transform an amiable love into a malicious force   !!     to commit atrocities all in the name of an order   !!!

              notwithstanding a resolute heart that wishes to paint all a part of said order as malevolent,     there was kayn who proved to be distinct.     perchance will he acknowledge that it is the folly of his own sentiments to become involved with one so closely associated with an order he's devoted himself to abolishing,     though the initial intent was to deceive.     this veneer attached to rakan's face found more uses than simply charming,     the act of befriending a foe for intel is just,     for is it not a fool that shall be punished for misplacing trust so carelessly   ?     but who must bear the title of fool   ?     kayn   ?     no.     even if original intent was to deceive,     even if their friendship had been found on initial lies,     that will disappeared the more he came to know him.

              each conversation served one absolute purpose    :    bring to light the plans of the order that threatens his home,     that threatens the magic coursing through these divine trees,     the humid air that felt refreshing no matter the time of day.     all what was brought to light     ...     was a newfound care for him,     came with a silent denial,     an inner conflict where he rejects these sentiments,     while a side of him advises him to accept it.     accept he cares for kayn,     that whenever the frown on kayn's lips curved into a smile,     no matter how small,     its power to brighten room was indubitable     ———     that whenever he bared his heart to rakan,     rakan would accept it,     he would not shatter this trust they've built,     knowing that trust itself is fragile    &    can never truly be recuperated if broken.     each time they gazed at one another,     each time dawn threatened with sun's calling,     rakan was aware of his own feelings    :    the feeling of not wanting to leave,     that sentiment of i want to protect you.     a force that cannot be trampled by time itself,     one that life cannot wish to understand,     no matter the desire for chaos    &    conflict,     the force of love prevails within rakan's heart even in war.

              now     ...     they lie in bed,     kayn atop rakan's form,     pressed deep within him,     hands placed against hips,     steady rhythm adopted to make things easier for him.     to call this just sex would be a sin in of itself,     it would be a blatant lie,     kept in control,     for to grant it autonomy in their relationship would prove disastrous.     /     though communication is a struggle,     though the path of what they have is rocky    &    it may never come to perfect fruition,     that's ok,     they have each other.     to tread upon dangerous,     mysterious path with another is a risk far greater than going alone,     rakan's pride shall give him needed strength to move forward.     /     pressing against kayn is an act to have more of him,     for him to press deeper without fear,     it is rakan's manner of agreeing through their passionate act that kayn may do as he pleases.     then,     comes the unexpected,     hands come to wrap around his neck,    &    he gasps.

              ❛     whoa,     what're you     ...     ❜     perplexed at first on his actions,     then digits begin to press down against his next,     efficaciously preventing oxygen to flow from air to lungs,    &    albeit his hands come up to grab kayn's wrists,     subsequent words betray his actions.     ❛     don't stop.     ❜     conflicting feeling of pain    &    pleasure,     an amalgamation of both is seeded at the root of his heart,     it grows    &    grows until it's overflowing.     it's not passion,     it's not trust per se,     but by far is this one of the more audacious acts he's ever allowed.     to trust someone with hands around his neck,     it's new.     he doesn't want it to end,     he won't allow it to end.     ❛     keep going,     keep choking me,     keep fucking me.     i'll     ...     tell you if it's too much,     i promise.     ❜

I FOUND THIS IN SOMEONE'S RULES, AND IT'S RELEVANT

I like to know my writing partner. This isn’t always necessary, and if you’re not the sort of person who tries to get chummy with their roleplaying buddies, that’s absolutely fine, but in my experience, the plots and characters that last the longest are the ones with the players that I can message at 3 in the morning with an idea without feeling like I’m bothering them. 

???     ///     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   ?     ❜

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@shnpo​ said :   {OPEN RP} hey rakan

ba ba ba bo bo go... be bo be ba bo... bebo? bogos binted? ba be bo ba...

so. we doing nsfw hcs, huh? let’s do this.

rakan’s dick is literally just seven inches. yes he takes pride in it. 

rakan likes to switch, through and through! while he’s happy to mostly give up the position of control n let someone top him, he also likes topping, so like. don’t write him off as just a bottom 100% of the time!

rakan’s nipples n pecs are sensitive, it’s the area where he likes to be touched the most! just groping him there, grabbing his nipples and playing with them a bit, that’s enough to make him flinch & let out a heavy breath, absolutely refusing to moan. ofc, if you’re persistent, he’s bound to moan at some point.

he’s really good with his mouth, probably because he doesn’t have a gag reflex? but aside from that, it’s likely because he knows how to use his tongue, how to suck someone off real good without any problem.

rakan’s a missionary type of guy, and that’s that on that. be it for a simple fuck n go or one of the more intimate moments where hearts become one, he will opt mostly for mission. unless you want to ride him -- or he rides you? that’s an exception he’s willing to make.

speaking of simple fucks and intimate moments, how rakan goes about the two is very different. one is mere fuckbuddy potential or one night stand, the other is if he truly, deeply cares for you enough to love you. in the former, his movements are more impatient, or he’s working slow to deliberately tease & get you to bed. everything feels more desperate, more hungry. if it’s intimate, he takes his time, really does, and in lieu of whispering dirty phrases, meant to turn you on, he’s working specifically to try and make you feel loved. comforted. he’s incredibly passionate, asks you if you’re enjoying it, if you’re ok, he prioritizes your comfort the most. it’s not a simple minimal conquest for pleasure, it’s his time to show you how much he loves you through his actions & not just his words. it’s one of the few times he abandons his cocky demeanor to be serious and put you at the forefront. it’s his method of loving.

...............anyway he likes scratching your back if you’re topping him. he wants to leave his own marks one way or another. speaking of marking, please kiss and bite his neck. he loves that. likewise, he’ll do the same, whenever given the opportunity!

ALSO AFTERCARE. he’s really good at aftercare. there’s always going to be praise and cuddles after sex. well. depending on the muse ig FDLJHFDLJH

rakan’s willing to try anything once, honestly? but if he doesn’t like it he’ll let u know, just so they never rly do it again.

rakan isn’t afraid to use his charms to try and seduce someone, since all is fair in love and war. ofc, the sex there is bound to be shallow, since you might see him as an object to derive pleasure from, just as he’ll see you.

this is honestly just an idea more than it is a hc but. can u use magic during sex? no? well now you can! i say fuck the orthodox principles that try to bound me LFDJHDFH

              ❛     do i     ...     recognize you   ?     ❜     is this information that he's supposed to know   ?     are vastaya now expected to understand    &    process all of the information that is whispered    &    shared between the humans   ?     absolutely not.     hand travels short distance to rub nape of own neck,     canvas of his face colored with confusion     (   heart on his sleeve,     or heart on his face   ?     perhaps too much heart is the issue   ).     lips part for a moment,     as if to speak,     only for them to purse    &    consider his next words carefully.     to hell with it.     ❛     nope,     sorry,     you don't look familiar at all.     ❜       ///       @prodigal-ezreal​

rakan has appeared! what to do?

flatter marry leave hug