❛     what You Just Used There     ...     ❜     there Was No Doubt

              ❛     that's     ...     not how you wear a mask,     buddy.     ❜     could it even be called a mask if it only partly covered one side of the face   ?     not really.     he doesn't think so,     at least.     ❛     think there's better ones out there you could try on,     just a thought   !     ❜       ///       @destructivour​

i haven’t used tumblr in like years ( it’s been literally a few months ) but.............like this for a starter ^___^

            𝚒  𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕  𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠  𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜  𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚑

                                        𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚎𝚗𝚍                                                  indie/selective/private

              ❛     watch your step   !     ❜     small folly's not going to put a dent in their travels,     though he's swift in his movements anyway,     making sure to catch her before she could fall.     phew.     ❛     be careful.     ground's a bit slippery here,     you don't wanna fall from this height.     ❜     exaggerating   ?     probably.     it's expected of him.       ///       @ofsights​

“do you like boys or girls?” yes.

what are the fucking odds that @feyquil and i end up opposing each other in ranked and i happen to remember ric’s summoner from a screenshot

???     ///     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.

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.

unprompted.     /     always accepting   !!

@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   ?     ❜

meme.     /     accepting

@prodigal-ezreal​ said :   I really fucking love how cute and fucking unhinged you are. its amazing and it feels like we are in the same chaotic energy wavelength. Love ya!

nach u might make me cry wtf..........BUT IM SO GLAD WE’RE ON THE SAME CHAOTIC WAVELENGTH!! i try my best tbh, sometimes u gotta be the chaotic bitch u wanna see in this world! ALSO I LOVE U TOO!!!