Unprompted.     /     always Accepting   !!

unprompted.     /     always accepting   !!

@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.

i didn’t get to properly participate in sinday so i just wanna say: rakan has no gag reflex and he’s proud of it :)

rakan has appeared! what to do?

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???     ///     yuanfena.

@feyquil·   asked :  ❛ sorry, looks like you’re involved! ❜HOWL’S MOVING CASTLE / ACCEPTING

      HIS SENSES  were still sharp even underneath the veil of alcohol , the thin fog cast over his mind a constant companion that no longer hindered him.  he had no intention of getting involved in anything , much less something that would bring undue attention to his person.  still, he couldn’t have stood by when five fighters thought it fair to tackle the ONE , even when it became apparently clear that this individual did not require his help.  his pointed steel swept through the still air in habit. the sword was clean of blood , all its cuts carried out by the sharp gales it summoned. 

    “ is that right? ”  his lids lowered over dark eyes , voice gruff underneath his high collar.  the wind picked up from all directions , steps lighter than the ones before - furtive.  “ i should have known,  ”   his steady gaze lifted to take rakan into his vision , a name he had heard carried in the whispers of the wind once , or twice , and had only really learned moments before.  a crooked smile tilted his lips , pressed towards his left ,    “ you look like trouble. ” 

              to commit folly    &    be chased by five fighters that had an acquired aptitude towards the art   ?     that is where a charmer's obliviousness becomes evident,     knowing naught of how fearsome foes may be     /     his idea appeared simple,     it was brief,     all for a small bit of entertainment acquired through riling up these guys.     the plan was to slip from their fingers,     a slippery dance that facilitated his escape    ;    he did not,     however,     account for how they might stick to him.     chase after him,     close that gap between them,     jump on him as if he were prey,     left with no escape route,     near its death     ———     too bad this bird has wings.     this bird has the benefit of the wind to keep him in life's flight a little longer,     his swan song shan't be sung yet   !     upon being rescued,     he takes his stand    &    walks on over to supposed   ' gallant knight '   with an all too jubilant gait,     as lively as ever.

              ❛     seems like you know of me,     huh   ?     ❜     hand comes up slow,     digit curls around his own chin,     humming    &    assessing yasuo's facial assets.     hm.     not exactly what he expected,     but beggars can't be choosers.     the wind's cry does not relent    &    he opts to say by warrior's side,     humming at conjured safe zone.     ❛     i am trouble,     let's get that straight.     ❜     fingers snap,     index pointing towards group of five.     ❛     follows me wherever i go.     take these guys,     for example.     ❜     smirk curls at his lips,     from ear to ear.     ❛     i dunno,     though.     danger always brought out my bad side.     it's just a lot of fun,     wouldn't you say,     stranger   ?     ❜     he's as loquacious as ever.

I SPENT MOST OF MY LIFE SHROUDED IN DARKNESS—

independent & private zelgius / the black knight from the fire emblem franchise. by equinox. template credit!

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

the end.     ///     quartlet.

NOTHING SURVIVES THE EVENT HORIZON,   not even the vestiges of lonely gods whose makers have all but forsaken them to The Dark.   hazy halos ripple across an ad infinitem.  glimpses of time,  of reality stretch across this speckled canvas where planets are set only to crumble and where stars shimmer only to shatter.  spaces are blinking,  they are large and vast but small and miniscule.  size cannot be deciphered here,  there are too many unthinkable places flashing in and out of existence.  

❛    AlOnE  …   ❜   a sound carries its own wavelength.  they pierce,  caress and intermingle with every overwhelming vibrato.  voices speak out in the darkness,  they giggle and scream and weep.   an amalgamation of tones brushes against another,  existing outside all living things.  only entangled limbs are seen,  reaching out from an ebbing blackness,  until pools of bronze - gold burst forth.  He laughs.   ❛   yOu ArE aLoNe.  ❜

                                DIRT UNIVERSE  / @feyquil​.

              O,     HOW THE STARS SHINE BRIGHT AMIDST CHAOS   !     to become part of universe's eternal canvas was never a thought out plan    ;    alas,     he is naught but a corrupted star guardian,     abiding by newfound orders to murder those he once deemed companions     (   were they ever friends   ?     could one so audacious to leave you to die even be bestowed such a label   ?     how utterly ludicrous is the notion   ).

              an array of colors paints this once empty canvas,     variety in its every corner,     trace of color at every turn    :    carmine stars shall shine    &    dance with stars blessed with a lilac hue,     they shall shine bright notwithstanding the battles he tirelessly fought alongside his beloved    &    zoe.     these stars have bared witness to the many times he has fallen out of mere desire to protect what seemed integral to him,     a part of him that,     indubitably,     he would feel his being to be nothing without.     xayah deserves to live.     death's icy embrace has already claimed both once,     repeated occurrences of such would only evoke dire consequences for the near future.     that's not what he wanted.

              irony embraced his person long ago,     when life's hue had been stripped from him     —————     even now,     as he breathes    &    feels at own body,     seeking a heartbeat,     a reminder of past self that felt    &    felt    &    felt,     his resolute promise remains true    :    an immutable desire to protect her.     //     a solitary mission that rejects the aid of another,     he is an actor on this lone stage,     no props around him,     no audience for him to perform for.     &    this stage is bleak,     dull,     it is a reminder of what lies at the end of his path.     it's dark,    &    he must prepare to face that alone,     for burdening her with fate's unchanging mark     ...     no point,     no point   !!!     this is a self satisfying act for the sake of another,     for life's light cannot ever be granted to him again.     he accepts it.     to live is to regain the purity of that honeyed past,     free of this darkness whose clutches is tight around them    ;    he shall free its clutches from her,      allow her to return to the light   !!     embrace this darkness that wishes to make one fall,     then it shall be him    &    him alone.     if it was all for her,     if it was all for     ————————

              ❛     huh   ?     ❜     vocalized fear slips through lips,     hands balled into clenched fists,     nails digging into skin,     as if to draw out crimson ichor,     serving as means of composing self.     refuse to show fear.     body moves,     agile    &    frightened at cacophony of voices     //     ther are not his own,     they are not his own,     theyarenothisowntheyarenothisowntheyarenothisown   !!     //     ——————     &    without hesitation,     gold bursts forth,     citrine hues fixated on celestial form before him.     TERROR.     terror itself has clutched his throat,     rendering rakan speechless,     preventing any mobility.     movement itself became a myth,     'till gift of speech was granted once more,     any hopes of composure being sought    &    gained gone,     a speck in fate's cruel shadow.     ❛     who     ———     what the hell are you   !?     ❜

              ❛     hmm     ...     ❜     he's thinking,     thinking,     scrutinizing over draven's features,     active imagination attempting to visualize what he'd look like without the facial hair.     upon finally realizing it,     his brow quirks,     then he hums before giving his verdict,     seemingly out of nowhere.     ❛     yep,     you look a whole lot better with the beard.     ❜       ///       @drorious​

though loosely enforced before due to an array of circumstances, this blog is now officially 18+ !! if you are under the age of 18, i ask that you please unfollow, softblock, hardblock, whatever works best for you. 

lux.      ///      finalsparke.

                                    ❛  rakan ?  ❜       there’s  a  twinge  of  panic  that  laces  in  her  words  and  uncertain  movements ,  head  twists  and  turns  in  every  direction  to  find  where  ever  he  was  at.  she  was  not  the  most  perceptive ,  obviously ,  but  lux  eventually  sees  him.  her  hands  mingle  together ,  mimi  hovering  just  over  her  shoulder  in  a  comforting  manner. 

                                     but  she  can  do  anything  to  feel  comforted.  her  jaw  tightens ,  feet  shift  to  take  steps  back ,   ( to  turn ,  run ,  whatever  it  took  to  get  away  from  another  problem  she  had  been  confronted  with. )   it  was  a  weakness  of  hers ,  to  avoid  confrontation  and  avoid  generally  anything  that  made  her  uncomfortable.  but  this ?  seeing  rakan  like  this ?  was  more  than  uncomfortable.  damning ,  almost.  

                                     lux  half - expects  xayah  to  pop  out  of  the  shadows  and  kill  her.  it  was  not  outside  of  the  realm  of  possibilities ,  and  she  does  her  best  to  keep  this  in  mind.  

                                     ❛  i  wouldn’t  say  special  is  the  right  word ,  ❜      her  eyes  shift  around ,  trying  to  find  an  out ,  feet  still  shuffling  to  stay  out  of  his  literal  shadow.      ❛  we’re  all  star  guardians ,  we  all  have  our  own  strong  suits.  ❜      words  tumble  out  past  her  lips ,  trying  to  make  idle  conversation. 

              AS EXPECTED OF A FAUX LEADER,     bestowed a title that she has no right of holding.     in his eyes,     she may be the brightest star in their team,     burning,     shining,     lux is the hope of the future,     a promise for starlight's rebirth,     she is a beacon quietly revered by all     ———     even those that held their own criticisms perceived the blossoming potential that lied dormant within her.     /     precisely why her fall would be a tragedy for all to behold,     a horizon where the sun sets,     darkness taking ahold of all,     control seized    &    power granted to damned brat zoe.     it would all be for her.     for careless promises that would trade one life for the other,     where a corrupted heart     (   hers,     hers,     the one that's embraced this darkness,     that refuses to chase the light     ///     her choice made long ago,     but was this choice hers to make   ?   )     may see that sublime glimmer,     a promise of purity,     be restrained by peace's teachings.     it's all for her.

              albeit this solitary mission is for him to take,     a steady breath    &    hardened heart does what it deems necessary,     worrying not over trifling details.     if one must be hurt,     if one must be threatened,     he is prepared to become the villain of the story.     this is one where happiness is a theory,     a pre - supposed fact that all can experience,     but grief's grasp cannot be understated,     it is foreboding    &    it is near,     it never discriminates    ;    child,     adult,     human,     star guardians,     none can escape it.     this is a story where loss is inevitable.     &    he accepts that.     while there must be a sacrifice for a grand finale,     what leads up to it cannot be forsaken,     it is just as important as the main act.     a gradual build up that shall leave his audience in awe at his gallant voice,     his beloved dance.     for now,     this was a necessity.

              ❛     right,     right,     we all have our strong suits,     that's just it.     ❜     familiar vocal vibration follows his statement,     it's a hum,     all too relaxed,     as if he enjoyed this.     he strides towards her,     refusing her an escape from his shadows,     for that would be absolving her of responsibility,     absolving her of that discomfort that paints every feature of her face.     /     mimi can't save you.     /     albeit he's a threatening force,     a reborned version of rakan     (   he is no longer that amiable man of the past,     very one who would generously offer to sing,     to soothe his team's anxieties   ),     the light eludes his smirk,     but he is still rakan.     whatever her plan was,     idle conversation,     he takes the bait,     stalls on his own actions.     knowingly   ?     unknowingly   ?     no idea.     it's unimportant.    

              ❛     because we're star guardians,     we're special,     isn't that right   ?     ❜     he's not asking for elucidation,     he's simply echoing her words.     ❛     you really are pathetic.     ❜     she sees through rose colored lenses,     the idealized world of a romantic,     where nature blooms,     the sun radiates,     &    chaos is but a myth of the past.     what a fucking joke.     ❛     if all star guardians were special in their own right,     then all of them would work together,     right   ?     ❜     a moment of silence,     the ire becomes more evident in his eyes,     it contorts his features,     his triumphant grin is gone,     lips pursing into a frown cursed by the past,     by his own fall   !!!     brows furrow,     &    he maintains a leveled volume,     refusing to let her see emotion's effects.     ❛     if all star guardians were special,     i wouldn't have been left to die.     me    &    xayah weren't saved.     miss basic didn't look back.     she got herself out.     do you really believe anything you're saying,     lux   ?     ❜