#&&. rakan ( headcanons )

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say what you want about League of Legends but they really went off with the bird couple

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So I watched L.ight and Shadow tonight, and the one thing I want to update, headcanon wise, is how Rakan absorbed her darkness within this short. Nothing much has changed, but I do want to be more specific. I fully believe Rakan was sharing what little light he had remaining inside him with Xayah within this moment. Not all of it of course, but just enough to help calm the swirling corruption within her form. But by doing this, the Lhotlan WILL NOT get the light back since it's with Xayah now. He is practically SACRIFICING a little bit of himself each time he has to share with her. In turn, it causes the darkness to further creep towards his struggling, dimming light. It's a brutal internal fight he has stave off. The fact that the corruption appeared on his skin soon afterwards is a telling sign that it's a SLOW losing battle. One he is highly aware he won't win, but he still FIGHTS for Xayah's future. So I believe he did not absorb XAYAH'S corruption, it's his OWN. Thus, every time he shares more of his dwindling light with her, those patches are only going to grow bigger. And they are going to be a lot harder to fight off. And in this moment below, it's now taking up his entire arm, which probably indicates that he has ALREADY shared his light often with her. And with the way he is somewhat kneeling in pain in this shot, I wonder if there are other corrupted patches littered about his body. Also, the camera being tilted definitely means there is unbalanced chaos happening within :C

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do you ever think about how the art in xayah's story versus rakan's story ( the same story but from each of their perspectives ) is representative of them and their views on the world? i'm going to snag just the art that shows similar moments between their stories but just... xayah's perspetive is left, rakan's is right.

look... at how much more vibrant the art from rakan's perspective are ( like even the second row... which is a death scene is much brighter than xayah's ). how the characters are more... blurred and soft looking, a little less detailed in rakan's. a sign of his more fantastical mind, his lack of focus versus xayah's more detail oriented and somber view on the world. in xayah's art, you still see a bit of the horrors of their fights in the images. in rakan's, you see the beauty of nature and the support of their people. in xayah's, she sees herself as separate from the others, off to the side... she sees rakan as being a bit mindless while she's telling him what they're doing... rakan sees her as there and present with their people, as lecturing him when he's doing nothing more than admiring... xayah's art is a bit harsher of lines, smaller swirls and more precision while rakan's is lots of long and smooth strokes, too. like i just. the contrast in their art is so telling of them as characters - their perspectives and thoughts.

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Xayah/Rakan Tickle Headcanons

-It took a while for the pair to find out they were both ticklish. Rakan made the first move - after trying everything he could to cheer up a particularly sullen Xayah one evening, he eventually resorted to poking Xayah’s sides, and was taken by surprise when she yelped and jumped nearly two feet in the air. Rakan was unfazed by Xayah’s colourful threats, and ended up scooping her into his lap and tickling her until she promised to be less moody for the rest of the night.

-Xayah was on the receiving end of several more tickle attacks before she found an opportunity to get him back, running her fingers under his armpits when he was taunting her by holding her supply bag too high for her to reach. When he half-curled up and skipped away from her, she knew she’d hit the jackpot.

-They tickle each other aaall the time, often on the merest of excuses. Rakan gets Xayah when (he thinks) she gets too serious, or too quiet, or too focussed on their work during their leisure time. Xayah gets Rakan when (she thinks) he’s being too full of himself, or forgetful, or showing off a bit too much (Xayah has found that tickling is a much more entertaining response to Rakan flexing on her than just playfully rolling her eyes. It leaves so many bad spots exposed...).

-Speaking of bad spots: Rakan’s underarms and stomach are particuarly sensitive, as are his neck and shoulderblades. (Xayah’s nails tracing over that area makes his feathers to fluff up in a way she deems “totally adorable”; Rakan is usually giggling too much to reply.) Xayah is really ticklish on her thighs and sides, as well as her birdlike ears (Rakan’s are ticklish too, but the sensation is more like a gentle tingle, whereas Xayah snorts and immediately starts giggling if they’re even lightly touched). They share tickle spots in their ribcage and waist, and a lot of their tickle fights end up with them grabbing at each others’ torsos and hoping the other person folds first. (Xayah has a special “claw technique” she likes to do on Rakan’s ribs that raises the pitch of his laughter by at least one octave.) Tickling over and between their toes is another good way to send them into hysterics.

-Xayah is quite a bit more ticklish than Rakan, and when he was winning some of their earlier tickle fights he would stop before she conceded due to the intensity of her reactions. Of course, this act of kindness only led to Xayah tickling him twice as much as he’d tickled her, to the point that Rakan swore he’d never go easy on her again. So although Xayah is more ticklish, she’s also a much more evil ler - they tend to win the same amount of tickle fights each.

-Xayah is extremely bad at holding back her ticklish reactions. Even the lightest of touches will have her grinning madly and biting her lip, ears and feathers twitching as she tries desperately to stop the giggles from bursting out. Anything more intense than that and she explodes into laughter, grasping whatever’s nearest in a (futile) attempt to make it stop feeling so incredibly ticklish. Her laughter is heavy and pretty constant - she’ll swear at her ler as much as she can between fits of laughter, but tickling her worst areas (such as the death spot around her lower ribs) will put a stop to that.

-Rakan can’t stay still while being tickled. Desperately trying to wriggle away from whatever’s tickling him, grabbing his ler’s hands or tools even if that opens up even more ticklish areas, punching and kicking wildly when his ler then focusses on those ticklish areas. At first he begs/reasons with his ler almost as much as he laughs, but his ability to do that lessens the longer it goes on - prolonged tickling on his worst spots will have him slide into silent laughter.

-Both of them are very difficult to keep in place as lees, good at darting and slipping out of all but the most restrictive holds. In fact, they themselves are some of the only people that can keep each other in place (although the playful nature of their contests means escape attempts are less likely).

-It feels almost negligent to talk about this pair for so long and not mention feathers! Rakan was the first to realise their possibilities, enchanting feathers to automatically target someone’s worst spots, or making their sensation way more ticklish than a regular feather, or simply conjuring a great cloud of them to tickle the lee all over. Xayah was initially dismissive of his efforts, but started taking more interest after being semi-willingly subjected to several of Rakan’s experiments. She still prefers using her hands but will pull out a soft feather on occasion.

-They are utterly terrifying as a ler double-team. Their styles fit together perfectly - Rakan’s slow, teasy, and feather-heavy tickling is perfect at finding his lee’s sensitive areas, which are then subject to Xayah’s horribly tickly nails. As much as they enjoy tickling others, they don’t get a chance to do it that often, so the few people they do get to tickle are often there for a long time.

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HEADCANONS [duos]

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nota: SEXO É CHATO VMS DUO BOT XAYAH E RAKAN. aqui vou deixar ideias que circularam minha cabeça e surpresa! essa vai ser uma nova série em que eu vou sortear uma musica e escrevo com dois ou tres do cast😛 espero que gostem. off me empolguei na do pipe e foi o primeiro que escrevi entao bjs. Provavelmente vou apagar isso depois pq tô morrendo de vergonha kkkkkcrying

avisos: +18, conteúdo explícito, degradação, breve somnophilia, public sex, mutual masturbation, breeding kink, penetração vaginal, sexo desprotegido, oral, ops reader de cabelo cacheado, não revisado uen.

Enzo Vogrincic

Não precisava de 3 anos de namoro e 1 de noivado para saber que Enzo era o amor da sua vida. E a recíproca é verdadeira, talvez até mais pelo lado dele que praticamente girava toda a vida ao seu redor da sua órbita. Ele não fazia questão de esconder que planejava tudo contigo, era um fato: você é a mulher da vida dele. Nunca idealizou certas coisas até te conhecer. Ultimamente a mente dele tem tido fantasias um pouco além do casamento, não que o uruguaio não estivesse ansioso para a data especial, até queria antecipar, no entanto, decidiu respeitar seu desejo de ter um noivado longo. Mas não é esse o foco dos devaneios dele nesse momento, aparentemente o relógio biológico era algo real porque sempre que te via com crianças não podia evitar pensar como você seria a mãe perfeita e como queria te encher de porra até ter certeza que uma misturinha de vocês cresceria no seu ventre.

Hoje, com toda a certeza foi um dia que os limites dele foram testados, ambos estavam em uma festa de um amigo em comum que tinha acabado de ter um filho e simplesmente o bebê havia se encantado por ti. Isso não era uma novidade para Enzo, que sabia a mulher irrestivel e cativante que tinha. A criança não largava o seu colo e ver seu sorriso largo, olhos gentis e voz carinhosa direcionados ao serzinho fazia uma chama subir pelo sangue dele, um desejo ardente de te ver assim com uma cópia de vocês dois. De repente as calças dele não se tornavam o suficiente para conter a ereção crescente.

As horas se passam em uma demora torturante, ele se distraia com o que podia, mas os pensamentos dele como sempre eram preenchidos pela sua existência. Obviamente não é uma surpresa quando assim que o bebê dorme e você fica livre, sorrindo para Enzo de uma forma tão inocente que ele se sente um pervertido por imaginar como seria te foder nesse vestidinho de verão. Por isso, o moreno não tarda em se despedir de todos, te arrastando pelas mãos entrelaçadas até chegarem no elevador.

"Tem algo de errado, amor?" Pergunta preocupada acariciando os cabelos sedosos dele no momento que as portas se fecham. "Você tá mais quieto que o normal." Sua preocupação cresce ainda mais ao focar nos olhos escuros dilatados e quando a mão grande afasta a sua. Entretanto, prontamente, Enzo distribui beijos nos seus dedos e com o outro braço se enroscando ao redor da sua cintura te puxando para perto até você arfar surpresa com a ereção pressionando seu ventre através dos tecidos.

"Eu tenho pensado muito em você, bonequinha, muito, muito mesmo." Ele sussurra dengoso ao se abaixar para aproximar os lábios carnudos do seu ouvido, roçando o nariz avantajado na sua face.

"É mesmo, querido ? E o que tem passado pela sua mente?" Questiona dando beijinhos na lateral da cabeça dele que estava inclinada com o rosto enfiado no seu pescoço, o calor do corpo másculo te deixando zonza e quente mais para o clima agradável.

"Tenho pensado em te foder até..." Ele murmura pausando em uma timidez que ambos sabiam ser só manha, apesar de ser mais velho, Enzo era como um bebezão carente sempre te buscando a todo momento, necessitando te ter nos braços dele a todo momento. "quero te foder até ficar cheia dos meus filhinhos." Finaliza chupando sua pele sensível e agarrando suas pernas para te pressionar na parede do elevador.

Suas mãos se esticam afoitas para apertar o botão de parar do elevador, mantendo vocês dois presos entre um andar e outro e no próprio mundinho. Sua intimidade formigava em um desejo que não aguentaria até chegar em casa. Sabendo do que estava por acontecer e com seu consentimento, Enzo te carrega com os braços musculosos te sustentando e remexe os quadris suavemente para estimular sua buceta.

"Então me enche de porra, papi, quero ficar cheinha dos seus bebezinhos." Choraminga em um fio de voz, mordiscando suavemente o lóbulo da orelha dele e passando os braços pelos ombros musculosos.

"Oh, chiquita, você vai me tornar um papi, hm? Vai ficar tão linda grávida com o nosso bebezinho." Ele grunhe ao mesmo tempo que marca sua pele com os lábios dele. Queria expor para todos que você pertencia a ele e somente a ele.

Enzo não perde tempo em levantar a saia do seu vestido, deixando embolada nos seus quadris e expondo sua buceta coberta pela roupa íntima encharcada para os olhos castanhos inundados de desejo. Morde os lábios contemplando a visão e planejando o próximo movimento.

Te apoiando contra a parede, Enzo se ajoelha e posiciona suas pernas em cima dos ombros dele, afastando sua calcinha rendada com um dedo e ficando de frente com a sua buceta piscando em antecipação ao que estava por vir. Ele sorri maliciosamente, pensando como você era tão pervertida quanto ele ao simplesmente aceitar fazer sexo em um local tão público.

Os lábios sedutores beijam cada parte da sua intimidade, a língua acompanhando os movimentos depois, enfim deslizando no meio das suas dobrinhas e em seguida a boca carnuda se fecha sugando suavemente seu clitóris, o que te faz gemer ofegante e segurar os cabelos longos para longe do rosto bonito. A língua habilidosa te massageia causando arrepios eletrizantes no seu corpo, suas costas se arqueando conforme o moreno alterna entre chupar o pontinho inchado e lamber precisamente. Se ele era retraído em te confessar uma fantasia, com certeza era o total oposto ao te chupar, não se importava de se lambuzar e esfregar o rosto inteiro na sa bucetinha gostosa.

O orgasmo te atinge repentinamente quando ele foca em remexer a língua molinha contra seu grelhinho, miados agudos com vários papi's e o nome do seu noivo escapando dos seus lábios como uma prece. Enzo limpa o queixo e mandíbula rapidamente no interior da sua coxa, seguidamente, se levantando para voltar a posição anterior.

No seu estado eufórico com os nervos dormentes, nem notou quando o moreno abaixou as calças liberando o pau grosso e suculento para bater a glande inchada na sua entradinha melecada, te provocando ao pressionar a cabecinha do seu clitóris hipersensivel.

"Agora vou foder essa bucetinha gostosa até ficar encharcada com meu leite." Ele promete te beijando intensamente, a língua invadindo sua boca em um desejo animalesco de te consumir por inteiro.

Os primeiros centímetros alargam seu canazinho de maneira inigualável, era evidente a impaciência do uruguaio que mete tudo, gemendo contigo ao saborear a massagem do buraquinho apertado. Logo, os quadris musculosos dele começam um ritmo vigoroso, socando todos os seus pontos sensíveis e metendo tão gostoso que sua mente só conseguia pensar na promessa dele, como te encheria de esperma até tranbordar - não que isso fosse difícil com a abundância de líquidos vazando da sua buceta - e como queria te marcar para todos verem que ele te come tão bem qu guardou todo o leitinho dele dentro de você.

Felipe Otaño

Um sorriso bobo e involuntário crescia cada vez mais no rosto sonolento do argentino que admirava a namorada dormir tranquilamente nos lençóis brancos do quarto de hotel luxuoso com a vista paradisíaca para o mar que refletia o azul dos olhos dele.

Seus lábios entreabertos ainda inchados pelos beijos da noite anterior que resultou em uma das madrugadas mais agitadas da vida de ambos que caíram em um sono profundo após o terceiro round. Os olhos claros percorriam suas costas nuas, bronzedas e com a marquinha do biquini sendo uma tentação para a mão dele que não resiste e afaga sua pele com uma delicadeza incomparável. Você é o maior tesouro da vida dele e comemorar mais um ano juntos no seu país natal em uma ilha com praias deslumbrantes com certeza era o mais perto do paraíso que tinha na terra. Ou talvez o dia que ele finalmente casar contigo...

Suspirando pesadamente para tentar controlar a respiração acelerada do coração palpitante só de acordar ao seu lado, Felipe se ajeita na cama, aproximando-se de ti mais ainda, enfiando o rosto nos seus cabelos volumosos e inspirando o cheiro do seu creme misturado com seu suor. O braço torneado rodeando sua cintura, te puxando para grudar seu corpo ao dele, entrelaçando as pernas nas suas e empurrando o membro semiereto na sua coxa. Não podia evitar te ver tão linda assim e não se excitar com a sua silhueta perfeita. As curvas macias e a pele cheia de pequenos detalhes que ele queria desenhar um por um.

Ele poderia ser o maior apaixonado na face da terra nesse momento. Mal acordou e já estava ofegante, desesperado, pela sua existência. Não desejava só fisicamente, acordava todos as manhãs ansioso para escutar sua voz, absorver seus pensamentos e te amar mais do que o dia anterior.

Distribui beijos pelo seu pescoço, mordiscando suavemente seu ombro e esfregando a barbinha rala na sua bochecha, soltando uma risada nasal quando vê seu nariz franzido e um resmungo sair da sua garganta.

"Despierta, gatita." Felipe sussurra dando um selinho estalado na sua bochecha corada pela proximidade dele e pela umidade que surgia na sua intimidade ao ter o pau inchado roçando a sua bunda.

Acariciando seus cabelos encaracolados com uma mão, Pipe desce a outra pelo seu corpo, apertando cada centímetro de pele que alcança até finalmente chegar onde você mais almejava.

Pipe dedilha os lábios melados de excitação e resquícios do dia anterior, deslizando a ponta dos dedos pela sua fendinha, sorrindo contra sua cabeça ao escutar seus barulhinhos meio sonolentos e meio prazerosos, remexendo os quadris na mão dele mesmo com os olhos fechados e o corpo se espreguiçadando uma vez ou outra.

O argentino te tortura, espalhando o seu melzinho, provocando a entradinha fingindo que vai penetrar, também evitando focar no seu clitóris latejante e com os dedos em formato de 'v' roçando as laterais do conjunto de nervos.

"Pipeee..." Choraminga com a voz rouca e chorosa, segurando o braço atravessado pelo seu corpo e fincando as unhas na pele branca. "Quero mais, por favor" Finaliza implorando ao abrir os olhos e encarar Felipe com um biquinho manhoso.

Na hora que vê seus olhos lindos pela primeira vez no dia, um frio sobe o estômago dele, involuntariamente, encurtando a distância e beijando seus lábios de maneira carente como se não te visse a séculos. Seus lábios se massageando lentamente com ambos gemendo sem se importar com o mundo ao redor. Era um beijo desengonçado e cheio de saliva, se guiando pela espontaneidade do momento e deixando os sentimentos agirem. A língua ferina dele penetrando sua boca e se enroscando na sua com estalos molhados em uma dança erótica que te lembrava muito como ele é em outras ocasiões, em outra parte do seu corpo.

Felipe decide acabar com seu sofrimento, enfim mergulhando os dedos compridos na sua buceta que pulsava e ardia por alívio, te fazendo morder acidentalmente os lábios carnudos e mover uma das suas mãos para punhetar o pau ereto que cutucava sua bunda. Ele geme um pouco alto, com a voz suave murmurando uma série de palavrões ao sentir os seus movimentos habilidosos, torcendo o pulso e circulando a glande rosada em um aperto certeiro que o fazia ficar com as pernas bambas mesmo deitado.

Você chamava o nome dele em meio a vários elogios como ele te fodia tão bem com aqueles dedos grandes, avisando como ia gozar mesmo com ele sentindo as contrações ritmadas da sua buceta estreita engolindo os dígitos no calor molhado. Com isso, sua mão que o masturbava perdia a precisão, as vezes só circulando a pontinha gotejante com o polegar e rebolando sua bunda na virilha dele.

"Você é uma puta desesperada por tudo que eu te dou, hm?" Felipe grunhe ofegante, estapeando levemente sua buceta e em seguida seu quadril para então agarrar com força a carne do local. "Dormiu cheia de porra e ainda quer mais, não é? Quer levar leite nessa bucetinha gulosa até eu te encher tanto que vai ficar lotada com meus filhinhos."

As palavras sujas te levam ao ponto sem retorno com o orgasmo te atingindo como um raio um grito escapando da sua garganta, mas abafado pelos lábios do seu namorado e seus olhos desfocados se revirando pela intensidade de tudo.

"Te amo tanto, amorcito." Ele se declara, te abraçando e removendo os dedos molhados de ti para pentear seus cabelos para longe do seu rosto.

Felipe te espera recuperar o fôlego, desgrudando seus corpos suados para subir em cima de ti, enchendo seus peitos de chupões e mordidas. Quando sua consciência retorna a um estado seminormal, em um movimento repentino, inverte suas posições, ficando por cima do argentino que te encara com os olhos claros repletos de surpresa e tesão, o peitoral musculoso subindo e descendo rapidamente e um rubor tomando conta do corpo pálido.

"Sabe, ontem você chegou tão desesperado por mim que eu nem tive tempo de mostrar a surpresinha que comprei pra nós dois." Fala com um biquinho e os olhos agora despertos cheios de travessura acompanhados de um sorrisinho de lado.

Se inclina até seus peitos ficarem na cara de Felipe que sobe as mãos novamente em direção a eles imediatamente, permite que se divirta um pouco, se retorcendo na ereção dura com as carícias entusiasmadas do seu namorado que besliscava seus mamilos e lambia os pontinhos animadamente. Quando finalmente alcança a gaveta da cabeceira, tateia até encontrar o objeto, segurando uma risada só de pensar na reação dele. Com uma mão atrás das costas, esconde as algemas rosadas e respirando fundo para manter o rosto impassível.

Abruptamente, se distancia dele, afastando as mãos grandes e vendo as sobrancelhas grossas caírem em tristeza, logo em seguida, os lábios formam um bico enorme se juntando a expressão emburrada do homem.

"Oh neném, prometo que você vai adorar a surpresa." Fala em uma voz gentil, se compadece com a óbvia birra dele e se aproximando para deixar um selinho demorado na boca carnuda.

Sem mais delongas, retira as algemas das suas costas, exibindo o objeto como um grande prêmio e na hora observando como a expressão dele muda para uma de curiosidade. As sobrancelhas agora arqueadas e o os lábios entreabertos tentando formular algo, mas subitamente calado por algum milagre.

Após alguns segundos, Felipe parece assimilar e estende os punhos relutante, mantendo o contato visual contigo admirando como sua face brilhava em felicidade. Você tranca os dois lados, encaixando o fecho certinho e vendo e não está apertando o punho grosso dele.

Felipe relaxa, se aconchegando melhor na cama e indeciso se amava ou odiava não te tocar. A tortura pendia em uma linha tênue de prazer e necessidade, mas como tudo podia piorar e você não facilitaria para ele, sente um desespero crescer ao te ver se afastando e rapidamente começa a chamar seu nome em alerta.

"Shh, amor. Eu só quero testar uma nova posição. Nunca fizemos essa, né?" Fala camamente imitando o rosto sofrido que te mirava e se virando para apoiar as mãos nos joelhos dele, apresentando uma visão privilegiada da sua bunda para os olhos claros que quase se fechavam pela aflição de te ter tão perto, mas tão longe.

"Porra..." Pipe geme jogando a cabeça para trás conforme você descia no comprimento dele, os cabelos castanhos grudando no rosto ruborizado e suado.

[odekoyma]

Would you do Pride Icons? Does have sexuality headcanons for your league comics?

I really love your lol comics!

No, I won't contribute in pride month in any way, other artists will do it better than me anyways. (Unless it's a commission)

I do have some headcanons about the preferences of some characters. The Boys™ are the most "diverse" from everyone else and chaotic (Kayn), but still, if you don't see the character that I usually draw in this picture, then for certain I can say I see them as a Hetero in my head. (Rakan and Xayah are just a joke here lol) I tend to not point on sexualities too much, in my comics I mainly focus on the platonic relationships and bonding between characters in my AU, even if I openly ship romantically someone it's rare for me to show it with anything more than just little "hints" or thoughts of the individual (that's if we are ignoring those juicy arts for patreon :"D). I am boring, I know.

[monody-spectre]

Rakan as a child 🥺🥺🥺

"Isn't my child cute?"

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Ok, since in this AU Jhin is still a child, he still has no reason to be artistically called "Khada Jhin", so I'll use a name I have as headcanon. "Mianju kahana"

or in its diminutive, ✨Mian ✨

[ikyiri]

Headcanon: Rakan likes weird memes

Alt version:

[infintasmal]

@librarivs : 📂📂📂📂📂📂📂 sends them all for rakan bc hehe Send “📂“ for a random yet completely useless headcanon I have

Rakan cannot read the human languages. He has picked up a few recognizable words ('that place sells food' kind of things) but otherwise can't read. In his own language he's functionally illiterate and struggled learning to read and write and later became disinterested in doing so. It comes out more in his modern verses but he is dyslexic and has ADHD which made school very hard for him. He ends up dropping out of high school.

He was raised by his grandparents. His parents died when he was still young and he doesn't remember them much. His grandfather is the one who taught him to dance and Rakan resembles him most. His grandmother taught him to sing and cook. He misses them.

When he was labeled mu'takl, he was ostracized for his interest in humans. While his grandparents didn't necessarily agree with his choices, they loved him. But it took a toll on them as others wondered how they could raise such a man. While he will claim his motivation for leaving was out of boredom and a desire to stretch his wings and travel, he also wanted to alleviate the strain on his family.

Lhotlan molt their feathers (more so when they are in full form). When Rakan is molting he is pathetic about it. He gets very self conscious and itchy and whiny, like a child with a tummy ache. A lot of his self worth is in his appearance so this is a tough period for him. But once his new feathers grow in you better believe he's showing off more than usual.

On a similar note, he loves preening, either himself or others. Especially Xayah. He loves any form of physical connection so when she lets him, he's the happiest bird ever.

Rakan emotes with soft bird noises. He purrs, trills, warbles, especially when he's content or angry.

In any iteration of his modern verses, Rakan is the type to wear sleeveless crop tops or baby tees, usually with dumb or funny sayings or prints like 'i support my wife's bad decisions because i'm one of them' or 'i'm too pretty to pay taxes' usually paired with low rise harem pants. he definitely has a pair of 'Juicy' trackpants. he would describe his style as 'slutty anarchy'.

[zdux]

SFW headcanons with Xayah and Rakan dating a Vastya reader who has wings

Rakan & Xayah X Vastya!Reader who has wings

The two of them have always known one thing: Together, they are complete. Together, they make one pair of wings.

Until they met you.

You were the only Vastya they had ever run into with a complete set of wings. They knew it was possible, but it was common belief that having two wings was a bad omen, it meant you would be alone forever.

And yet, despite the folktales that surrounded it, you seemed happy, proud even. Maybe it was because you could fly, soar through the skies on your own, and see sights the two of them only dreamed of, but neither of them could deny that they were impressed by you.

Xayah was unsure about you at first, as she always is with new people, but she learned to trust you slowly. The more you told her about what it felt like to fly, the more she realized she was becoming entranced by your stories. She grew to love how you described the sky, how the wind felt against your skin, how it felt to glide high above all your worries... and she grew to love you. She would stare into your eyes as you told your stories, seeing a night sky in the reflection the campfire cast. She would watch them sparkle like a meteor shower when you got excited, and she would smile every time. Rakan was the only person she ever felt like she could be truly vulnerable with, and here you were, making her feel the same way. She almost didn't believe it, thinking at first that it was just how she felt about the sky and the wind, but as she coaxed you into telling stories about yourself instead of the sky, she realized the feeling didn't go away. You were more special to her than flying ever could be, and all she wanted to do hear you tell stories for the rest of your lives.

Rakan was the opposite, as usual. He liked you almost instantly, begging you to tell him about your adventures in the sky. But the more you told them, the more somber he became. The reality that he would never be able to experience it, to join you up there brought him down and reminded him about all he was missing out on. He'd give anything to have a chance to fly, the closest he ever came is when he was using his wing to stabilize himself when jumping or falling. He would stare out into the starry sky while you told stories about your journeys, while Xayah stared into your eyes passionately as you spoke. He'd look out, wishing he could get a glimpse of that world, but knowing he never could. He didn't resent you for it, in fact it made him fall for you harder; knowing you had something so special about you that no one else could ever truly share. It made him realize how unique you were, and that no matter how badly he wanted to touch the sky, the actual closest he would ever come to it was touching you.

Both of them realized the other was falling in love before they realized it themselves, but they weren't afraid. They didn't fear that they would fall apart, or that you were coming between them, not at all. They realized that they both wanted the same thing: you. And they were completely happy to share, if you'd have them.

When they eventually confessed, they did it together, taking turns to ask you to be them with in their own unique way. When you accepted, hugging them both and crying, they were both shocked and held you, Xayah asking what was wrong. And when you told them you felt so relieved that they felt the same way, and that the fairytales weren't true, that you didn't have to be alone, they both smiled. Rakan wiped the tears from your face, and they pulled you close in an embrace. From that moment on, they realized that the myths shouldn't be about how alone those with wings are, but how lucky they are to fall in love twice ♡

I hope you liked it!! I tried to go really soft here, something about this prompt just came across so heartfelt and loving to me.

[tealbeats-archived]

⭑ 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐒: a 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄, 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐄 & 𝐌𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐒 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 roleplay blog for a canon-divergent & headcanon based portrayal of 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐋’𝐒 𝐄𝐙𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋 from Riot Games’ 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒. 18+ only. 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐒 & 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈. Written by Cat. 30/she or they / MST. Also has verses in STAR GUARDIAN, FAERIE COURT & PORCELAIN PROTECTOR.

⭑ Drafts ( / ) / Asks ( / )

⭑ CAARD. ( Currently a wip—Rules available! )

⭑ Affiliated with @revorto @seekslight ⭑

⭑ BLOG ROLL: @axecution ( Draven ), @feathersfound ( Rakan ), @heroicswing ( Akshan ), @dirgc ( mutifandom Multimuse, LoL, Final Fantasy, D&D + more )

Note: I’m generally ALWAYS MOBILE BOUND so I can’t trim. I’m sorry! I have to rely on my partners for that.

[charmerquilled]

I'm seeing SG Ezreal talk on the dash, and I gotta say. Remember that time Rakan was super close to killing Ezreal in the mall in twin stars? How his feather blade hit the blonde's gem, and it was inches away from his heart?

But Rakan was FAKING. Or kind of. One part of him would never want to kill the other guardians... even the newbies who had joined during his and Xayah's absence. He knows they aren't at fault for what happened to them. Knows they had nothing to do with their deaths. Rakan was playing this evil game until he could find the right moment to save Xayah. But the other part? Zoe didn't make things easy. She constantly fed lies and other drama to the Lhotlans. Although he was much closer to the light and quietly planned to take down Zoe, he was still susceptible to dark thoughts and actions here and there. He wasn't PERFECT, and there was a part of him that couldn't help this deep, dark fueled resentment against Ez for replacing him. For stealing his place. His friends. His home. I want to go out on a limb and say that he had to course correct his weapon at the last minute and ended up hitting Ez's gem instead, and came back at him with a witty remark.

[rebelquilled]

modern xayah ( without rakan ) will have sex with those she takes interest of some sort in just for the funsies. this can include hate sex or simply "we're both hot, it could be fun" sex. but she will threaten you not to say a word to anyone or do anything in public or she will do anything between cut off your fingers, your dick ( if you have one ), or your head... depending on the situation. ...regular and sg xayah would rather just. murder to begin with.

[unboundndd]

Hello Hello! Welcome to my blog/writing dump ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎

I used to write in my free time and missed being part of a community so I decided to start a new blog since I'm interested in League of Legends. I will mostly write character x reader scenarios, headcanons and maybe some longer stories. I will treat darker themes in this blog so please proceed with caution if you're sensitive to the subjects I tag in my posts.

·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:· About the admin

Mi, 20+, She/her, EU

Katana dilf enthusiast! Favorites: older Ubisoft games, Metal Gear Solid, Mother Mother, Wowaka, PinocchioP, Angelic Pretty. Champs: Yone, Sona, Thresh, Morgana, Neeko.

·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:· Lore knowledge, what I'd like to write

I like to think that i have a decent grasp on LoL's lore and the lore of skinlines skinlines so here's some characters I currently would like to write for. If your character doesn't appear in this list it doesn't mean that I won't write them, so don't be shy and send an ask if you'd wish. Aatrox, Ahri, Aphelios, Diana, Evelynn, Jhin, Kai'Sa, Kayn, Morgana, Leona, Rakan, Renata Glasc, Seraphine, Sett, Shen, Sona, Swain, Thresh, Vayne, Viego, Xayah, Yasuo, Yone, Zed.

I figured I'd add some skinlines too.

Pentakill universe, Nightbringer/Dawnbringer, Spirit Blossom, K/DA, High Noon, Pool party/Ocean song, Project, Cosmic/Dark cosmic. ·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:· Rules for requesting and content warnings

If you'd like to request, please keep in mind that it may take time for them to get written out or I might never write them at all. I'd rather concentrate on less request but keep the quality high than to give everyone sloppy, disappointing writing! If you don't specify the gender of the reader (especially with NSFW requests) I will keep my terminology as gender neutral as possible.

I will list some of the things that may appear in my content:

Fluff/Platonic/Smut

Yandere

Violence (not explicitly described)

Discrimination (in fantasy setting, never protrayed positively) I will also list my bounduaries on things i will not write in any setting: CSA, or anything to do with the canonical minors Extreme fetishes, consensual non consent Homophobia, racism, dictatorship in a positive light

I hope that this post has been comprehensive enough, soon I will post something that is more interesting than rules! See you all then ^^

[marysixnumbers]

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(last updated: 30-6-2024)

TV & FILM:

Arcane:

A Small Breach of Ettiquette (Vi/Caitlyn) (Tickletober 2023)

Bottoms:

Let Me Fix That For You (Isabel/Josie)

VIDEO GAMES:

Pokémon:

Shiver Down your Spine (OC/Melony) (Tickletober 2023)

Overwatch:

Headcanons:

D.Va

Lúcio

Baptiste

Lifeweaver

League of Legends:

Headcanons:

Akshan

Xayah & Rakan

IN GENERAL, you

can find fics under #tickle fic/#tickle story and headcanons under #tickle headcanons :)