#rahorak

[maremortus]

❝ Like this, you mean? ❞ Leona's breath hitched on the final syllable. She'd always been a strong swimmer, the skill being one she easily picked up on way back when ━ yet in her current company she couldn't help but feel a little like a log in the water. In truth, she was glad to be sitting down against the cliffside ━ long, auburn hair floating around her form at the level of her sternum, the rest of her submerged. Whatever feelings of inferiority she might have, Leona attempted to hide behind a curious but altogether lustful expression.

❝ I was given to understand you had some sort of plan for us. ❞ Spreading her legs apart slightly, she continued, ❝ should I expect otherwise? ❞

unprompted asks // always accepting // @rahorak

“              perfection  ,            ”               general  uttered  in  response  ,  the  ghost  of  a  simper  pulling  across  glossy  tiers  as  slit  vermilion  gaze  settled  ‘pon  the  sight  of  leona  finding  comfort  on  the  rocks  peppered  across  the  shoreline  .  their  swimming  abilities  indeed  differed  greatly  ,  but  that  was  to  be  expected  if  you’re  to  consider  the  fact  that  valora  hails  from  the  very  bowels  of  the  sea  ;  still  ,  she  felt  herself  charmed  by  the  sunkissed's  mastery  of  treading  water  .  the  effort  leona  put  into  their  midnight  dip  was  attractive  ,  and  would  have  remained  so  even  if  she  couldn't  swim  at  all  . 

after  having  spent  a  moment  admiring  in  silence  the  way  long  ,  brightly  coloured  tresses  flowed  ‘round  the  other’s  frame  ,  the  tide  of  valora's  excitement  pulled  her  closer  .  the  water  that  semi  engulfed  them  rippled  as  the  general  closed  the  distance  ,  frame  slotting  carefully  between  the  knees  that  had  previously  parted  in  invitation  .               “            oh  yes  ,  i  definitely  have  a  few  things  in  mind  …            ”               she  speaks  ,  a  hint  of  sultry  undertone  to  her  words  as  she  drinks  up  the  sight  of  leona  all  the  more  now  that  their  frames  fit  together  .  clawed  hands  reached  out  to  sit  atop  the  other's  thighs  ,  both  as  an  opportunity  to  feel  the  warmth  of  leona's  skin  and  to  keep  herself  steady  against  the  gentle  ebb  and  flow  of  the  tide  .  a  gentle  hum  rumbles  from  merdragon's  chest  ,  almost  akin  to  a  deep  purr  as  slowly  her  head  dips  towards  the  other  ;  greeting  her  by  planting  a  single  sticking  kiss  ‘pon  soft  tiers  .  tail  idly  swayed  behind  ,  excitedly  so  as  valora  shifted  to  press  gentle  kisses  against  the  very  corner  of  leona’s  lips  ;  moving  down  to  her  cheek  ,  then  jaw  ,  then  neck  . 

all  that  could  be  heard  beside  the  sun's  subtle  gasps  was  the  soft  flow  of  the  sea  and  the  chirping  of  nocturnal  insects  ;  reassuring  them  that  they  were  alone  and  could  enjoy  their  night  to  the  fullest  without  worrying  about  interruptions  .  not  that  valora  was  paying  particular  mind  to  anything  other  than  her  own  actions  presently  ,  especially  not  as  she  trailed  her  attention  in  the  form  of  soft  bites  down  across  leona's  sternum  .  passing  the  threshold  of  the  water's  surface  tension  ,  the  merdragon  continued  in  her  journey  south  ,  hands  now  taking  a  squeeze  of  the  thighs  they  held  .  silently  ,  she  hoped  that  leona  would  not  be  startled  by  how  she  lingered  ‘neath  the  water’s  surface  …  it's  one  of  the  many  benefits  to  being  merfolk  ,  having  the  ability  to  breathe  effortlessly  while  in  the  sea's  embrace  . 

now  ,  teeth  grazed  against  skin  just  below  the  other's  navel  ;  drawing  the  flesh  ‘tween  points  so  that  she  could  create  a  small  mark  ;  making  her  dive  on  the  other’s  body  as  agonisingly  slow  as  possible  .  every  inch  of  leona's  skin  from  her  lips  to  her  hips  was  explored  ,  making  it  all  the  sweeter  when  she  grew  ever  closer  to  the  softness  that  awaited  her  .

[apexulansis]

12 pls !!!

PROMPTS: Your opinion on people giving canon characters mental illnesses?

Honestly I rarely have opinions about canon characters these days simply because I do not follow many. Regardless, the original content a roleplayer adds to their canon character is 9 times outta 10 like... the best part.

Although, when it comes to the point where your canon character is diverging significantly from the source, I have to wonder why someone doesn't just OC-ify them. That is not to say anything bad about the RPer, just that I think someone would have more fun being able to do whatever they want with no constraint to canon.

But I do get the appeal of wanting to keep the structured world and lore and not having to do a huge amount of the legwork for worldbuilding, so. Also, fandom does make interaction easier.

[noxianwilled]

KICKS UR DOOR IN hi hello i love ur katarina i like just about any character u choose to rp and i think that is a testament to ur ability as a writer more than anything!!! ur kat is very believable, she feels like a human being and that slaps. 10 / 10 honestly couldn't ask for a better portrayal of her.

beep beep how’s my portrayal ?

— @rahorak

no but your muses and your writing and your art and your take on leona and every other character i've seen you write it's all so good thank you runa 🥺♥️

[moonaspect]

LEONA. @rahorak

𝕿he mender was quick to get to work. She stood by the bed and looked over the wound, first with her eyes alone, then she reached down to touch Diana’s sides and knelt by her to get a closer look. Reaching into her bag, she began taking out an array of crystals which were promptly placed upon the night stand closest to Diana.    “    Keep these by her side at all times until she is healed.    ”    She said, looking at Leona in particular. Leona nodded in return, there was a sense of urgentness in the way she rushed to Diana’s side and sat on the bed next to her.

“    If there is anything I can do to help…    ”    Leona started, then trailed off as she looked down at her beloved. The look in Diana’s eyes was enough to make the Solari Commander reach for her hand instantly to take it between her own. She held it like that and brought it to her lips, kissing Diana’s knuckles softly. The medic sucked her teeth, pausing only for a brief moment to look at them.    “    What you’re doing now should help, but I will need you to keep her steady as I disinfect this.    ”

Leona nodded towards the mender, then looked back at Diana.    “    It’ll be okay, my Nightlight. Amira here has healed me many a time in the past.    ”    Amira seemed to take that as her cue to begin, using a salve that smelled awful on the edges of the wound where the skin had begun to change color. Her hands were swift and precise. Once she had covered the afflicted area, she began chanting under her breath as her hands hovered in the air above the wound. As she did, the crystals began to glow.

Leona, who had held Diana’s hand in one of hers while using her free arm to hold her down as the pain of having her wound handled was sure to make her jerk or otherwise move, heaved in a sigh. She knew that those crystals would ease the pain as well as mend Diana. She hoped that this would be over soon. Amira side eyed the pair as she worked, and couldn’t help but smile a little. She was happy for her Commander. Happy she’d found someone who seemed to love her the way Diana did.

As Amira finished up her business, she too sighed.    “    The pain should continue to ebb away from now on, but I will return on the morrow to check up on her and recharge those crystals. For now, let her rest.    ”

Only once she saw Leona in midst her haze, did she begin to calm down. It was perhaps clear to anyone in the room that the Solari was also quite frightened, despite the trust she had in the healer. After all, that was no mere slashing wound, even less one done by steel blade alone. Still, perhaps due to fever, or the fact she was barely conscious at all, just knowing Leona was there made her think she’d get through whatever was happening. Yet there didn’t seem to be much time to racionalize any of what was being spoken to her, as she was met by the sharp feel of the healing salve touching the irritated skin. She exhaled sharply through her nose, pursing her lips. It was more due to the surprise of the sudden touch more than anything, and she’d soon see that pain was nothing like the one soon to come... Burning... searing, even... As if her stomach had been impaled by the red, hot, sun. As the light flashed from the crystals, so did Diana’s eyes, a reaction to the sharp pain perhaps. She tried to contain her reaction, clenching her jaw for as long as she could, but soon what was left of her strength begin to wane. The Lunari finally let a pained scream slip from her lips, and once she could no longer scream, quiet sobs demonstrated her agony. Thankfully, after the intense pain, all of it seemed to very slowly start to cease, and only the sound of her shallow yet strained breath remained. For what felt like hours until the mender left, Diana kept staring at her beloved through half-lidded eyes, her expression a mix of exhaustion and shame. ❝ I’m... I’m sorry... ❞  she swallowed dry between each pause, trying to stop more tears from falling, yet to no avail,  ❝ I thought... It’d go away like the other times... Are- Are they okay...? Do you know...? ❞  If she had missed something and the ones she tried to protect were also injured, she’d never forgive herself...

Path To Eternity || @sunszenith.

The anticipation gnawed at her for what felt like eternity. Being there on the other side of the Mountain, tending to her people’s needs as well as trying to rebuild their religion, all while knowing her counterpart was not that far away, trying to do the same thing. But that sundown it’d change, and she was more nervous than ever.

She had hoped her letter had arrived safely to Leona, and nobody with ill intentions had their hands on it instead, that was the last encounter she needed then. But she was waiting on the mentioned place regardless, the base of the mountain, just by the path leading towards Shurima. Diana had her signature armor then, one that Leona perhaps hadn’t seen since their ascension.

She looked around the fields. She vaguely remembered that side, and she could feel her heart beating faster. She thought the anxious feeling would have been at its worse once she talked about such event to the other Lunari, but to her surprise, their words, while not unanimously excited, had been supportive enough.

It was when a familiar shade of gold appeared in the horizon that her subtle trance would be broken. Clashing silver eyes would turn to them then; and suddenly, a shaky exhale had left her.

[shefoil]

IN WHAT SUBTLE WAY DO YOU SAY 'I LOVE YOU' ?

"you're the exception"

your emotional walls have walls. seriously, you've guarded yourself so well, you sometimes forget how to look over your own walls and see the beauty of the world outside the safety of the protection you've set up. you forget how to escape the confines you built for yourself, that is, but some people (some incredibly rare people) somehow know their way through that intricate maze of walls and thorns around you. they're the exception, and terrifying as it might be at first, you'll let them know eventually. you smile at them where you'd scowl at another. you crack a joke where you'd usually stay quiet. you find yourself opening up more than you'd ever imagined. don't tear your fortress down if you don't want to, but maybe try to build your loved ones a little home inside it instead. you don't have to be alone. you deserve better than being alone in there.

tagged by: @rhoeade <333 tagging: @sangreprince @rahorak @tahuxian @belovedblossoms @ahogedetective @paradoxdriven (moze)

[sanguineweave]

updated blogroll ft. my currently active & planning to be active blogs.

@sanguineweave, elise, currently my most active / main blog. revamp process : nearly done. #1.

@rahorak, leona, secondary blog. revamp process : just picking her back up as we speak. #2.

@clawleader, sejuani, secondary blog. semi-hiatus. revamp process : considering what to do because there's so much. #4.

@firestarved, oc aomora, secondary / tertiary blog. fluctuates. revamp process : in the works! #3.

@bloodmatriarch, liadrin, tertiary blog. hiatus. revamp process : paused for now. #6.

@herbindings, multi, no particular placement / order. hiatus. revamp process : there's so much to unpack there. #5.

@vengefought, @terrorclawed, @czqem all wips.

[rahorak-a]

moving to @rahorak ( back to my old leo blog ) !!!

[gil-notskajla]

[noxianwilled]

❝ . . . So naturally, I cut the thing in half, right down the middle. ❞

Leona made a small slicing motion with her spoon as she said that. She then dug right back into her bowl with it, taking a final sip of the soup she'd made. Eyeing Katarina over the edge of her bowl, she couldn't help but smile faintly. Her people fought the forces of the Void more often than she'd like to admit, sometimes with dire consequences. She wanted to make sure that the subject hadn't upset her guest.

❝ One of these days, you'll have to tell me a story of one of your triumphs. ❞

She offered to take Katarina's bowl once she was done with it, moving into the kitchen. A glance over her shoulder at the other woman had her eyes soften just a tad, for only a brief moment.

❝ Assuming you will be staying a little longer ━ or at least, come back sometime? ❞

— @rahorak

She listens intently, both hands holding the bowl as attention focuses on Leona's tale. It is not difficult to imagine the battle, the Solari so well-suited to it; if anything, the adversaries are what she truly cannot picture as clearly. Horrors from the Void seemed something crafted to torment the easily scared, or at best part of distant legend, too distant to feel real.

There is little reason to doubt Leona's account of events, nonetheless, earnest as her host had been from the beginning. And, if recent years had taught her anything, it was not to doubt the improbable nor dismiss any possibilities outright, regardless of how unlikely they seemed to be truthful.

She sips the soup, relishing the food and its warmth while pondering what there may be to be shared. Her battles were frequently surrounded by secrecy she couldn't well break without compromising Noxus — and that she would not do, regardless of how gracious her host had been. Hers weren't tales of heroism, anyway; and she had long stopped thinking about her victories as triumphs all her own.

The empty bowl handed to Leona, gaze trails after her, meeting the other woman's soft glance. "I can stay a little longer," It wasn't quite a request, though the assassin offers agreement as if it were. "I have nothing so heroic to tell you about, but perhaps I could share some stories."

"Have you ever been away from Targon? I would assume it's rare for you to be able to leave, given your role here."

[noxianwilled]

[ CHIN ] pretty pretty pretty please 🥺

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐆𝐎 👀

— @rahorak

[ CHIN ]:          as they stand close to one another, the sender hooks a finger and tenderly lifts the receiver’s chin, tilting it up so that they can look at one another, and running a thumb across their skin lightly.

Targon provides a nice change of scenery, though it truly is the company that captivates her the most.

Even at such a distance from the peak, the mountain provides quite the view of its surroundings, landscape much less dotted with buildings and people than the noxian capital she calls home. Spring, while a recent arrival, makes the valley more lively than she expects the higher altitudes would be — but Katarina had little reason to venture further.

The mystical mount wasn't a destination she visited often; missions led her all over, to Demacia and the Freljord, to Ionia and Bilgewater, but some destinations were more frequent than others. Noxus, be that hers or the Black Rose, had more influence in other places, closer to home. Still, she thought it would be a mistake to entirely ignore a land so intrinsically tied to would-be goods. It was information she had come seeking — and acquired — from the rakkor; old, and perhaps unreliable, writings related to the Aspects and their magic.

Leona had been an inevitable though not necessarily intended meeting. From what she came to understand, the woman was more than a leader, touched by the power of the gods themselves, the manifestation of their sacred sun. The wariness Katarina instinctively felt towards any one person with as much power, however, didn't easily take root.

Whether or not Leona welcomed her merely to ensure the outsider remained in check, her presence had been unwaveringly welcoming towards one who wouldn't so easily have survived the mountain on her own. It was refreshing; Katarina was used to suspicion and lies, a thousand disguises that allowed her to remain as long as needed to fulfill her goals but never to be known. This time, no fake name had been chosen, nor had she disguised herself as anything other than noxian. It wasn't often that she could stick with the same companion while on a mission, either, and the solari was simply easy to be around. Oddly comforting and bright, as if, indeed, the sun accompanied her always.

It is an obvious comparison, and yet the only that comes to her mind as her distracted gaze is lifted by Leona's touch. The closeness hadn't bothered her (Katarina is not easily intimidated, nor easily embarrassed); but the warmth of contact, particularly noticeable in contrast to the cold air, almost brings a flush to her cheeks. What does it is the light caress, breath caught in the surprise at unexpected tenderness. Emerald eyes meet Leona's own, though she casts a fleeting glance at the other woman's lips before her eyes return to meet her gaze. They had been speaking of something. Suddenly she has no reply to offer.

Her words are quiet when she speaks, recovering somewhat from being so suddenly disarmed. "You're making it increasingly hard to leave, you know?"

[noxianwilled]

— which rage language are you?

step back

usually, you're able to bottle up your emotions and ignore the frustrations. but, after weeks of shoving everything down, your body needs a release, and i pity the poor person who managed to piss you off. it's screaming crying, shouting, kicking lockers, whatever you can do to get it out of your system. it's a whole jean grey moment, fire and fury blasting out of you.

TAGGED BY: @evelicious ty ♥️ TAGGING: @yunalai @axewhirl @rahorak @agonizedembrace @visionoxus hmmm idk who to tag if you wanna do it consider yourself tagged

[rahorak-a]

current blog statuses :

@/rahorak - main, as always. somewhat close to being done with revamp!

@/clawleader - secondary, also as always. about halfway through revamp, will likely be working on this blog tonight.

@/neurotoxic - low maintenance, working on this blog every so often.

@/tigersbloom - my heart and soul, this blog needs a lot of work so i am chipping away at it.

@/herbindings - multimuse, currently last on my list to be revamped!

@/bloodmatriarch - currently abandoned, moved to multi, but tbh with all the solo blogs i have opened back up what's one more? stay tuned.

So all in all I have my work cut out for me. Send prayers. I have no active game subs till the end of the month though so here is hoping I can pick up the slack a little!