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@shnpo said : ?
❛ katarina, ❜ so does lhotlan speak without prior thought, hesitation's curse lost on him ; no thoughts were needed to address her, a deadly rose whose thorns could make him bleed if he got too close. her knives sharp, her words sharper, not exactly lacking on veracity with her moves ——— he's seen her rise multiple times against those that dared to challenge her, the blood they shed a crown she wore proudly, scarlet hue of her locks a warning to all that dare cross her. once again, the announcers speaks another 'ENEMY PENTAKILL!' before he speaks again. ❛ ping me one more time, & i will throw myself into the enemy team again. get fucked. ❜
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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...
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@vengearrow said : "Rakan... hold still for a second." Varus reaches for the back of his scarf, lifting the amulet out from underneath, and places it around Rakan's neck. The red jewel shimmers brilliantly in the sun on his chest, and Varus hums in approval. "As I thought... it looks good on you. Keep it."
this warmth shall not go unnoticed. to avert his gaze from it would be a betrayal of the heart's desires, to silence an enlightened song of passion a deadly move that must not be executed ——— pessimistic perceptions may insist on silencing it, all in attempt to facilitate darkness's entrance to his heart, its only motivation to deter rakan from chosen path // to stray from what heart deems right is to betray his beliefs, to forsake what his heart beats for !! despite how convoluted the matters in his heart are, to reject them is to reject himself. growing sense of camaraderie between them nurtured through meticulous hands that cared for blooming flower, growing, living at base of his heart. travel has only strengthened its resolve, invoked muse to experience breath of life, longed for after times of pure peril, times where life itself had nearly been taken from rakan. ( oh, what's life without a little danger ? )
beyond such delicate flora its seeds, budding feeling of romance masked beneath guise of friendship, very one he dared not break yet. how peculiar such love came to be, how unnaturally natural did it feel to fight at his side, for their fates to be bounded to one another, walking along same path, shoulder to shoulder, initially perceived impossibility becoming their reality. through each conversation, through each battle, through each smile they offered one another at night's silence, where naught but the stars are their witness ... through it all, it became natural. natural to be at his side, where he belongs. not for the warmth he provides —— said warmth a virtue, albeit afterthought to the true prize : varus himself. very man that gifts him amulet, that accepts perceived reality of intertwined fates. in this together 'till bitter end.
❛ thanks ... i think it looks good on me, too !! ❜ he jests, it's natural, praise for himself, bonafide chuckle emitting from his throat. he hums, observes the amulet for moment, considering its color, its significance, how great it looked on varus, how good it looks on him. eventually, he decides. screw subtlety. ❛ 'course, it looks just as nice on you. then again ... there's never been a moment where you look bad at all. you're pretty easy on the eyes. ❜ see the grin forming on his lips ? see the rise of his brows, the evident gaze that neared longing every passing second. this road's destination ... shall it be cut short, or shall it prove fruitful ? lady luck, smile down on him.
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@halvett said : Don't mind him, Sett's just sizing Rakan up and down with a smile. "You really are the /biggest/ himbo this side of Ionia, and I say that in the nicest way possible."
that's a new one. he's never heard that word before, not really. there were certain terms that the humans used to communicate that he didn't quite understand. sometimes they sounded like some sort of amalgamation of two different words, or a peculiar instance where it was entirely new & original. it was almost beautiful. ( the humans feared them for being different, yet they embraced these novel terms they create ——— it's strange. was it due to the fact it was conceived by them, or the mere fact they got used to such terms ? man, who knows. ) it's nothing to fret over, as their beauty could never surpass his. then again, he was the most eye - catching thing, how could he expect anyone or any thing to compete ? even something as strange as that word.
❛ himbo, himbo ... ❜ it's a test. an attempt to speak it, understand it, process it. such a hefty task, his brows furrow & his eyes shut as he ponders over the word. maybe if he thought hard enough, he could garner its true meaning, but alas ... he opts to adopt his own definition, perhaps not too far off from the true meaning. ❛ dunno what that means, but i'll take it as a compliment !! ❜ hearty laugh, followed by a radiant grin & confidence in his every word. ❛ i'm the best himbo ionia's ever seen ! ❜ yeah, it definitely fits.
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@quartlet said : u are late for ur dick appointment
damn again ? guess we’ll have to do two dick sessions in one huh
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@iixesha said : Scratches behind his ear. For science reasons
❛ huh ? ❜ he's not used to it, having someone else scratch behind his ears. sure, they were as fluffy as they looked & certainly deserving of anyone's attention, though what more captivating than his feathers he puts on display for all to marvel at ? sure, his ears got some form of attention, no matter how small, but for them to be scratched ? nope, that's new. oh, & an itch he previously didn't have becomes apparent once ekko's fingers scratch behind his ears. ❛ hold on, lil bit more to the left ——— too far. more to the right, aaaaaand ... ❜ there, there's that damn itch !! ❛ right there ! i could scratch it myself, but i've got long nails. don't wanna end up hurtin' my beautiful ears in the process, y'know ? ❜
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@iixesha said : GIVE ME BACK MY GODDAMN GLASSES.
yeah not happening-
UNPROMPTED LOVE??? / !?!?!?!!?!?!?
@windwandered said : I love your birdman more than I let on because you have an energy to him that makes me laugh and amused every time I read something that comes out of his semi-dumb mouth. A natural entertainer and a good fit.
FROSTY HELLOOOOOO??? WHY’RE YOU SENDING THIS UNPROMPTED...........THANK U THO I REALLY APPRECIATE THIS?? i love rakan sm and it’s the first time i’ve ever written such a charismatic muse that’s a natural entertainer and like, a jokester and like. LORD i sometimes feel insecure writing him but........i’m really glad that you like my bird man!!!! i really am trying my best and knowing that you enjoy how i write him must mean i’m doing something right. thank you so much for this message!! <333
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@quartlet said : ❛ it appears the canary has flied only to fall. ❜ he speaks as though his breathing is not laboured. mismatched. parched. vividly, he sees vermillion blotted against orange, against yellow. the gun is empty but it will always be a part of him. ❛ will you dance for me one last time ? ❜
SWEET IRONY SHALL FOLLOW FLIGHTLESS BIRD, even through the perilous illusion, fallacious belief that one may so grant him wings, will irony edge closer & closer 'till truth's dulcet instrument presses again his chin / one whose bewitching feathers captivate the audience, his audience, shall revel in such vivacious festivities, where all gaze at him as a beacon, what can quell the undying worries dwelling within their hearts !! his dance & his song are a solo performance, acquired entertainment comes not from their mirth, but their modest acceptance of he as the heart of the party. a dancer whose dance is unique, distinct, charming, their eyes were not a godsent, it was a mere normalcy that he indulged in ; wherever he went, wherever his voice spoke, the audience, too, would follow. he was the flightless canary believed to hold the freedom of the skies. /
solo performances must be maintained as such. basking in the glory of desire is not criminal in of itself, one time flings must be accepted as a norm ( being deemed epitome of beauty came with perks that, to reject, would be a rejection of beauty itself ), for love, while possible, is capable to be a saintly blessing or a dreadful curse. a misstep serves as naught but detriment towards his performance, cooed melodies delivered as chaos's cacophony, the illusion will fall & so shall he. to fall in public is to accept shame. to accept shame is to forsake rakan. himself. // then why, oh, why must his heart beat for masked man, perfection's disciple, whose faux whispers ( harmonious they're not his ) allure with every intent ? why must every aching part of his body gravitate towards him, murmur supposed name, & accept him as suitable pair for an enchanting duet ? is this ok ? ——————————— this is not love.
what they have, this is not love. love is sweet. love is not a curse. love is not meant to cause misstep, love is a guiding light, warm, brilliant !!! love is granted power to protect another. love is permission to press ear against chest & listen to soft bumps against chest, a heart beat that insinuates life & glory ahead for two !! love is not the traveling pair that has accepted an imminent death for one. love is not the way legs wrap around waist, pressing into him with haste & incisors sinking at soft flesh, biting to mark what is rightfully his. love is not the amalgamation of their mewls permeating thickened air around them, each moan reverberating from rakan's throat growing louder, stronger, inflicted with a passion he swore himself to not fall to. this is not love, this is not love !!!!!! THEN WHY DOES IT FEEL SO DAMN GOOD ?
❛ guess i did fall. i fell for you. ❜ such is the means of life. to fall for perfection's embodiment is to render himself subservient to his will. beauty's incarnate must fall for perfection to rise. a stage may hold two, yet one starring role shall prevail successful. one actor is to hog the glory & fame with the name under the production they worked on. their continued act, while recognized, must come to an end. they both knew. death's icy touch hid behind mask, each meticulous digit that traced his chest at earlier times evinced that. rakan did not care. to feel alive, to be granted illusion of flight with jhin, was an eternity whose end drew near. he's not afraid. ❛ it's going to be our last dance, isn't it ? ❜ life's hue will no longer bless his eyes. darkness lied near, awaiting for its stealthy embrace, believing itself to be unexpected. but rakan's breath is heavy, teeth sunken into jhin's neck, marking a memory for him to remember & remember the man that evoked sweet music from him. he wants jhin to remember each delicate yet rough touch at his hips, the way thumbs drew circles around them ——— each thrust that served as a deceptive truth : that they were near one, that this conjured pleasure was real. ( all of it was real. this was coming. ) ❛ let me give you something to remember then, baby. ❜ presses chin down against gun's curved barrel, intake of breath before a shaky exhale escapes him. he smirks. ❛ & you make sure that they remember me when i go out, yeah ? ❜
how do u feel abt my rakan?
I FEEL LIKE I’M GETTING REPETITIVE SO I JUST WANNA TELL ALL OF YOU......THANK YOU SO FUCKING MUCH I APPRECIATE ALL OF YOU SM!!
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how do u feel abt my rakan?
!!!!! THANK UUU FOR THIS ;__;
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how do u feel abt my rakan?
MARS OMG.....ARE U TRYING TO GIVE ME A HEART ATTACK??
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how do u feel abt my rakan?
AAAAA THANK U!!!
*chucks a 🏆 at his forehead*
how do u feel abt my rakan?
SNIFF.....MY FOREHEAD HURTS...BUT IT’S THE PAIN OF VALIDATION AND FRIENDSHIP. THANK YOU...
YOU 🏆🏆🏆🏆
how do u feel abt my rakan?
GABBY EXCUSE ME?????? THIS...MEANS SO MUCH TO ME THANK U
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how do u feel abt my rakan?
FROSTY THIS VALIDATION FROM YOU.....IS THIS THE REAL FROSTY???? WHO ARE YOU
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UMM RIGHT BACK AT U THO MALICE??? THANK U IM 🥺🥺🥺
🏆🏆🏆🏆 YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET!!!!!!!!
how do u feel abt my rakan?
UM OK WIG...THANK U SM AAAAAA DFLHLDFHJ WE HAVEN’T INTERACTED YET BUT......WE MUST. LET RAKAN BE FRIENDS W/ LEONA
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@thegleamingquill said : "Damn, do I look good!," Rakan said, checking out his clone. Not like he was gonna question it, the more Rakans, the better. "I'm so fine I could kiss myself! Whaddya say, twin?" [ the selfcest is over 9000- and hello! ]
❛ is that a question, or is it an offer ? ❜ to say he wouldn't be checking the other rakan out is a flat out lie. he is vain, he is one to spend hours in front of the mirror, praising himself & speaking of how sexy he is. beauty is not a sin, it is a blessing that only few may have ; even so, that beauty, itself, is varied. there are groups of beautiful people, albeit competition will exist amongst them, no two people's beauty being absolute & alike less they were the same person. that's the case here. the embodiment of beauty ( rakan himself ) is granted opportunity to gaze upon himself ——— no mirror, just another rakan, completely identical to him in every which way. he smirks. ❛ come on, pucker up & c'mere !! not every day i get to kiss someone as fine as myself ! ❜
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@iixesha said : "Your jawline is better than Jayce's not sure why its a debate"
❛ exactly, someone gets it ! ❜ is this the time to be boastful of his own looks ? absolutely. though rakan holds confidence over his own beauty, though he knows that no beauty in piltover could ever compare to the bonny features he, as a vastaya, holds, this truth is only reinforced by the opinions of others. that, & ekko's words were an additional fuel to the fire, continuously keeping him at the top of beauty's hierarchy. ❛ don't get me wrong, jayce's jawline isn't bad, but it's nothing compared to mine's. plus, why spend your time watching someone with graying hair when you've got feathers as colorful as mine !! ❜
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@defensator said : so YOU are an eleven? hah!
❛ yeah, did i stutter ? ❜ oh, look, a smirk curves at his lips. he's pressed the right buttons & he's gonna keep at it. ❛ come on, if you want to be an eleven, you gotta have better hearing than that, old man ! or is age starting to catch up to you ? ❜
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@windwandered said : Can you heal me for once.
another bot lane with ashe & nautilus as their enemies ( how original, how putrid, surely the skills needed to shoot arrows & throw a damn hook must be so prestigious ), one would assume that playing safe would net victory ; alas, that didn't work. countless times has he been hooked & knocked airborne, countless times had he been victim to ashe's icy arrows to protect his carry, countless times already had he poked at them successfully & ran towards his carry to offer what little assistance he could. each time failed, albeit he's used to working with uncooperative people ——— varus, thou shalt not be missed ——— the multiple quips had irked him. maybe a little too much.
❛ hey, here's a better idea, stop running from me when you know i'm about to HEAL YOU !!! ❜ moment of rage, cool & collected demeanor forsaken for the rare exasperated one. the rift always has surprises for him. rakan's intent was to scold ; however, he feels a hook against his person & his eyes go wide. their ults are up, aren't they ? ❛ aw, crap ——— ❜ sixth death, here he comes !!!
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@lawbrought said : No, Rakan, for the last time—I'm not going to arrest you for your supposed pulchritude, despite your best efforts to get on my last desultory nerve.
ANOTHER FAILED ATTEMPT DOWN THE DRAIN !!! time & time again has he come into contact with piltover's police force, cries of distress & wails of a truly accursed truth : that he is the most beauteous thing in this city, that none will ever dream to match his level of beauty !! / this society of progression shall march forward, time's steadfast gaze paving way forward, citizens learning acts of kindness, weapons becoming more effective with each new technological advancement, & the fashion, too, shall progress. a new level of beauty will be accepted within this society, the hues of their clothes will invoke beauty's embodiment ( him, him ), albeit for naught, as rakan's beauty shall never be surpassed.
❛ come on, can't you see this is serious !? ❜ dramatic as he is, he falls to his knees, holding her hand with both of his. to prevent escape, to plead that she follow the duty piltover's law ; surely, the reason their trends do not match his standards is due to some abstract, obsolete law that all abide by, right ? one that prevents from anyone as beautiful as rakan to be in piltover !! ❛ i'm just too beautiful for piltover, it's practically illegal ! you gotta handcuff me & arrest me !! ❜
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@quartlet said : grasps his chin 😇
how peculiar. to have chin grasped like this is meant to be perceived as a gift, the culmination of a warmth between two souls that dance, dance. / one is meant to reign over land, protect the greenery that nature's heavenly touch graced, her teachings sacred & a promise of growth. to nurture these small seeds into blooming flowers of varying hues, conjuring a mosaic that man - made fabric could not wish to surpass that beauty, they could not wish to replicate it, for man's hands serve nature. the other is meant to dwell within the depths of the ocean, where few know that nature's touch cannot ever forge a bond between land & sea. yes, it does not matter how ravishing that presented exterior is, it matters not what bonny colors he adorns ( that is all he shall ever know ), mysteries lie abundant beyond this serene shore, yet cerulean hues be only granted a perspective on what is meant to be seen. the darkness beyond cannot be trod through so easily, for freedom's end lies at those darkened depths that beckon him. /
this is no dance of warmth. there is no innate love to be had. what they have ? it's different, but he is not caged. to leave one's zone of comfort is to spread these wings & delve into the world's gifts, to travel is to journey & experiment with what brings joy. sharing that with others is so truly a virtue few have, but to reject the side of him that is tempted & tempted & tempted by this man is to reject himself. to dance with khada jhin is to accept the dangers of life, it's to partake in elation through unorthodox means, shun by level - headed ones that so feared placing their hearts in the hands of death's disciple. ( what is reason if not an object that obstructs one from mingling with what is deemed pernicious ? what is reason if not what impedes growth. ) is this growth ? don't ask him. to live in the moment without worrying over future is a motto he's so since followed, & what great joy it brings him.
❛ oh, so ... you wanted to touch me ? ❜ to not make an implication of the sort would be uncharacteristic, to leave the virtuoso without a response would be to reject the self. each sense in rakan's body is rising, electrifying nearly, shudder only barely escaping his lips as an icy touch is felt at bare back. he hums. leans into the touch, their actions could speak for them. a poem need not be spoken. let it be performed, let it be a stage where the only audience is they, intertwined by a merciless fate. what, oh what could be more lovely than this ? ❛ going for my chin, i'd rather you touch me somewhere else. ❜ hand shifts, journeys over to the only part where there's exposed skin, pads gentle in their approach, carefully touching bicep 'till one digit, two digits, three dance onward, halting before forearm, only to feel the expanse of skin as they rise once more, firm grip near jhin's shoulder. don't stop what you're doing. ❛ unless ... maybe you want to be the one that gets touched tonight ? ❜ an open offer. an open mind. this dance they have is liberating. many have clamored over how mystery itself should be feared. the mystery of khada jhin, however, has successfully allured him.
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@herpleasvre said : sees his feathery tail, looks at her sharpened ones.. bats at his tail.
oh, what's she doing ? does she think herself better because her tails are just a little more sharpened then rakan's ? hm. she might be right, though getting him to admit that would be a difficult task. he makes sure to return the favor, anyway, & bats at her tail right back with his hand. ❛ a little rude to do that out of nowhere, huh ? ❜ & he smiles so as to let her know his message is not out of hostility. they were simply ... playing around. nothing deep, nothing bad. ❛ only fair i do the same to you ! ❜
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@oceanbrings said : She is just going to admire his cape/wing and the beautiful feathers.
❛ take all the time you need, ❜ is it his method of calling her out ? perhaps. whether or not her gaze towards his feathers was meant to be stealthy or not, he didn't really care. her admiration of these beauteous, nearly glimmering feathers was the attention he craved, the eyes of his audience that he so performed for. who could blame her for staring ? ❛ you aren't the first one to admire my feathers, definitely not the last. so tell me when you're all good ! oh, & feel free to touch, by the way. they're as soft as they look. ❜ is this all fueling his pride ? definitely. is he going to make an effort to cease her stare ? nope, why cease what he can't control. ( if his beauty is truly so captivating others will stop to marvel at him, is he the perpetrator ? or should they return to staring at the mundane activity they were previously caught up in ? )
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@finalwhispers said : He is very, /very/ fixated on Rakan's cape. Whatever that terrible crooner is saying, he doesn't care. He wants the cape. Perhaps some glitter in the eyes will serve as a good distraction.....
& so does he march on with each futile word that escapes him, trivial matters of his own accomplishments, the fame & glory that has followed throughout extensive travels / same ones where all regard him as a beacon, a light that facilitates the mirth residing within all's fatigued hearts, rakan is a benign gift from fate ——— it is her apology delivered through one charismatic individual, his desire naught but entertainment ——— no matter how convoluted he may be. / dulcet vocalization of achievements serves no material purpose, as a transient moment of elation stems from presupposed assumption of another's undivided attention ( all eyes on him, as he is at the center of life's stage, the audience there to behold him ). elation's demise, however, came at the rise of a common truth : his ' cape ' was the true object of attention. albeit such should cause newfound joy, rakan finds confusion coloring his own features, wondering ... wondering how a simple cape could captivate one more than, say, his feathers.
❛ hey, ❜ initial attempt at gaining jhin's attention, though he's sure his words fell upon deaf ears. no reaction. only a focused gaze on his cape. what courses through his mind ? did he want a closer look ? ❛ are you looking at my cape ? ❜ vocalizes the query roaming in his mind, subsequently humming & allowing a grin to form on his lips now. hand travels to the side of his own ' cape ' & he pulls on it slightly, carefully, to show off more of it. ❛ pretty great color, am i right ? looks good on me ! ❜ his feathers were a far more beauteous sight than this deceitful cape !!
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@quartlet said : what are rakan's opinions on cock and ball torture 400 word essay go
to understand the complexities of cock and ball torture is to understand that it is an art form now appreciated by contemporary society, scarcely touched upon by previous generations. naturally, this type of thinking can lead one to conclude that rakan’s tribe, the lhotlan vastaya, did not know nor practice about cock and ball torture. that is to say, rakan had figured out what cock and ball torture was only after coming into more contact with human society, be it other people in ionia, maybe some people from demacia, noxus, the freljord, etc. the point is, this art form was something he discovered through others. to say that rakan dislikes cock and ball torture would be a faux statement, it’s downright erroneous as rakan, for one, loves the feeling of having his dick or balls smacked until they’re red or hurting.
cock and ball torture hold a certain level of sadomasochism, the one inflicting the pain being considered the sadist, and the one receiving the pain being considered the masochist. in the psychological and medical analysis on sadomasochism, “safe, sane and consensual: contemporary perspectives on sadomasochism,” darren langridge et al. describes cock and ball torture to have directly painful activities such as “genital piercing, wax play, genital spanking, squeezing, ball-busting, genital flogging, urethral play, tickle torture, erotic electrostimulation, kneeing or kicking.” ( langridge et al., 2008 ) taking these factors into account, it must be noted that rakan is one who derives sexual pleasure from pain inflicted onto him. this is not to say that he would not harm another for sexual pleasure, but for the purposes of this essay, rakan finds immense pleasure in receiving pain during cock and ball torture. albeit he is not receptive to some of these activities, such as “genital piercing” and debatably “wax play,” he is very much an advocate of gential spanking, ball-busting, urethral play, etc. this stems from rakan’s innate desire to have all attention on him. not to be confused with accepting bad attention as good attention, cock and ball torture, as an art form, should be consensual on both sides to him, even if he must undergo some form of humiliation.
with that being said, rakan finds great joy in participating in cock and ball torture. while he opts to be on the receiving end of things, coming from the side of him that is masochistic in nature. some will argue against this idea, attempting to refute this argument with “masochism does not align with rakan’s charismatic exterior,” and while i wish to agree with them, there is a particular line within league of legends that implies rakan is, indeed, leaning towards the masochistic side of sexual pleasure. this becomes evident in one of his quotes with his partner xayah, in which they have this brief exchange:
to obtain scars, one must acquire wounds. to acquire said wounds, one must undergo pain. rakan’s acceptance of xayah’s desire, whilst sounding chipper about it, supports the argument that he is, indeed, a masochist; ergo, being on the receiving end of cock and ball torture is a high possibility than saying he has no such desire.
ultimately, rakan enjoys the idea of cock and ball torture and would willingly participate in it given the chance. thank you for reading my essay!
CITATIONS:
Langdridge, Darren, and Meg Barker. Safe, Sane, and Consensual: Contemporary Perspectives on Sadomasochism. Palgrave Macmillan, 2013.
“Rakan/Quotes.” League of Legends Wiki, leagueoflegends.fandom.com/wiki/Rakan/Quotes.
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@herpleasvre said : [ wall ] only if u want to tho
the impact was sudden. light flirting was always meant to escalate, he knows that these honeyed string of words were meant to appeal to her, charm the temptress beauteous woman before him ——— a delicate approach is favored, as a woman deserved the best treatment. to not only grant her these slow, gentle touches that he knew she craved from her hitched breathing alone, each mewl was indication of forthcoming submission. or so he thought. a faint smirk is all he detected before the subsequent forceful shove. back against the wall, instigated by pair of sharp claws ( at least, that's what he thought them to be ), his surprise is to be expected. to call this his usual rodeo would be deceitful ; however, relinquishing control & bestowing it upon her ... it's a sudden change he's willing to accept.
❛ whoa, ❜ tonal shift, lowered voice, thoughts processing these turn of events. evelynn is not one to so easily forsake a position of power, huh ? good. good. a woman who knows what she wants, the type of woman who could gladly kick his ass & face no remorse shortly after ... danger always attracted him. albeit he knows naught of her devious schemes, nor how she embodies danger itself, an innate desire gravitates him towards her, it's what allows sharp nails to dig into her hips. pain for pain. he likes it. ❛ didn't know you liked taking the lead. dunno what you'll do with it, babe ... but keep going. ❜
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@lightshielded said : ' you shine so brightly. ' the dawn's light dancing about the blackened night was entrancing, the singularity's whispers ever louder in its presence. the dark star was slow with its movements, almost apathetic to how long his actions take, simply taking time to admire the star dust flicker out as it waft over him. lance in hand, the dark star corruptant glided towards the court's dawn. ' so bright and so warm ... but your light is fleeting, ephemeral. how lucky it must be to end so quickly. '
❛ & a little funny you think that you even hold the power to suppress light. ❜ the dark star's will remains resolute, it wishes to obliterate all that has been created : these newborn stars, the light of dawn that he beckons, dusk's fall, it wishes to cease this perpetual state of order & replace it with a dreadful chaos that lacked order. it wanted all to only know darkness. it wanted all to accept the dark star, thereby granting a darkness that resides within all to manifest & overtake every aspect of one's being. for one that controls the dawn, he is all too aware of what light's sacrifice may lead to, how these actions may facilitate an inevitable end, causing his undoing, thus relinquishing this gift of light bestowed unto him.
there's a cant of his head, a collected smile ( more akin to a smirk, with corner of his lips tugged upwards ), he speaks & his words are soft, forsaking the once boisterous persona to adopt a steadfast stance. he shall not fall. ❛ light never ends, ❜ singular limb shifts, slow, index curling, pressing between lip & chin, arctic hues landing upon presumed object of his undoing. a single lance. an unfamiliar weapon. no matter how alien it may seem, the art of combat is a dance he is all too familiar with. the dark star knows naught of dance & its beauty. to this, the advantage is his. ❛ doesn't matter if dawn sets & darkness paints the sky ... the dawn will always rise. ❜ it's his task as the court's dawn to shine.