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chishiya-of-diamonds · 10 months

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Submissive or Dominant?

Whips or Chains?

Handcuffs or Shibari?

Voyeur or Exhibitionist?

Blindfolds or Spreader Bars?

Butt Plugs or Vibrators?

Edging or Multiple Rounds?

Spanking or Scratching?

On on one or Group Sex?

Vanilla or Kinky?

Small Boobs or Large Boobs?

Hot Wax or Knifeplay?

Loud or Quiet?

Biting or Sucking?

Collars or Piercings?

Costumes or Lingerie

Fucking a Virgin or Fucking someone with experience?

Face to face or from behind?

Cumming inside or Cumming outside

Being filled or Bukkake

Dirty Talk or Degradation?

Public Edging or Filming in the Bedroom?

Condom or Bareback?

Lube or Raw?

Video Call Masturbation or Sexy Selfies?

Blood Play or Breath Play?

Face fucking or Anal sex?

Morning Sex or Evening Sex?

@twentyfourhourtitts

Thank you, Narumi. This will keep me busy for a while.

As you know, my being asexual sometimes makes questions like this difficult to answer. I’m going to use my experiences with my past 2 partners to answer. I’ll explain if I feel I need to. You can always ask me to expound on anything later.

Submissive or Dominant?

I don’t feel like I am exclusively either one. I prefer a balance, in both my partner and myself. However, my second partner, Vee, had a dominant side that would surface occasionally. She never brought up anything too heavy, but she did expect me to relax some of boundaries. And a few muscles that I never thought I would use in bed.

Whips or Chains?

Neither. I don’t think I could wield anything that could injure my partner. If the purpose of the chains is for restraint, I much prefer something made of velvet or silk. Or anything that is fabric rather than a cold chain.

Handcuffs or Shibari?

I’m rather good at tying knots.

Voyeur or Exhibitionist?

I will never turn down the opportunity to watch. Ask Niragi.

Blindfolds or Spreader Bars?

I enjoyed blindfolding Vee. Immensely. The times that she blindfolded me were slightly less enjoyable. I panicked.

Butt Plugs or Vibrators?

Surprisingly, I have experience with both. Butt plugs with my first partner, Jango; vibrators with Vee. Both were positive.

Edging or Multiple Rounds?

Experience with both, I definitely prefer multiple rounds. Poor Vee thought it was a good idea to antagonize me. She didn’t realize I would keep her awake until she could hardly speak and the sun was rising in the morning.

Spanking or Scratching?

Mmm.

One on One or Group Sex.

No experience with the latter, but I’m a big fan of focusing all of my attention and energy on my partner.

Vanilla or Kinky?

This is difficult to answer as I feel it is subjective. What is kinky (or vanilla) to someone may not be for someone else. Jango was a very shy, quiet person. He never wanted to venture into anything kinky. But again, what would seem kinky to him, would have likely been tame to Vee. With Jango, there was also the matter of our life situation that guided our sex life, but that is a very long story for another time.

Small Boobs or Large Boobs.

I’ve said before that I don’t have a ‘type’. I’m not on the street, checking out women with large breasts. Whatever physical attributes my partner has is going to be what I’m attracted to. This is because, in the rare instance that I am attracted to someone, I am attracted to the person, not the size of their tits. Incidentally, Vee was a professional ballet dancer. Her breasts were not large at all. I believe she was a B or C cup, and that was perfect to me.

Hot Wax or Knifeplay?

Of the two of these, wax is the only one I have experience with. Once again, Vee introduced me to being blindfolded and having hot wax dripped on my skin. I was shocked at how good it felt.

Loud or Quiet?

Assuming you are asking if I’m loud or quiet, I am definitely quiet. Vee used to ask me all the time if I had orgasmed afterward. She also complained constantly that I was too quiet.

Biting or Sucking?

YES!

Collars or Piercings?

Sorry, Niragi.

Costumes or Lingerie?

Neither one does anything for me.

Fucking a Virgin vs. Fucking someone experienced?

Jango and I were both virgins when we met. Therefore, we were each other’s first time and only partners, so I really have no experience with that. Vee was experienced, but nothing too excessive. Both of them were amazing. I still don’t know how to answer this one.

Face to Face or From Behind?

Always.

Cumming Inside or Cumming Outside?

Being Filled or Bukkake?

No thank you in regards to Bukkake. I do not care for mess.

Dirty Talk or Degradation?

While I do not have much experience with degradation- Vee introduced me to it and it did nothing for me so we never revisited it- the dirty talk she sometimes employed had far more of an effect on me than I ever expected it to.

Public Edging or Filming?

Neither.

Condom or Bareback?

This has far too many variables to be answered here.

Lube or Raw?

It depends on what is happening and what is needed. Jango and I used lube when we needed it; Vee had a seemingly endless supply of natural lubricant so we never had to use it. I would never venture into a sexual encounter without lube if it was needed for fear of hurting my partner.

Video Call Masturbation or Sexy Selfies?

Nope.

Blood Play or Breath Play?

No experience with either, no desire to try.

Face Fucking or Anal Sex?

Face fucking does not appeal to me. Obviously, in my relationship with Jango, there was anal sex. I very much enjoyed that.

Morning Sex or Evening Sex?

With both Jango and Vee, I learned that the time of day means nothing.

Well, there you go, Narumi. I hope you are not too disappointed. Let me know if you want clarification on anything.

-SC.

#chishiya shuntaro #shuntaro chishiya #chishiya shuntaro rp #chishiya #alice in borderland #alice in borderland rp #aib

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yellowhollyhock · 5 months

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Lucky raph and Donnie are my favorites lol! I noticed that honestly raph fans love Donnie XD

Yeah for real! I mean I think we all have our faves and there’s nothing wrong with that. I just love how they all work together. Like Donnie being my fave also means that I am thinking about Raph constantly. Especially the 2003 boys, they’re so closely knit. I think we could even say they have their favorites too—Splinter favors Leo, Raph practically says Mikey is his favorite. The show never says so but Raph is Donnie’s favorite, to me. But we still get to see close bonds with Splinter and Donnie, or Raph and Leo.

Imma put a cut because this is about to get long

I adore how Raph is everyone’s best friend. Oldest sibling coded to me, probably mostly because of my oldest sister, hehe.

But for real, Leo seems more comfortable goofing off with Raph than with anyone else. Raph also pushes him to try things that scare him, which is so precious considering how much Leo’s arc, especially early on, centers around pushing through fear. Also love that Leo seems to recognize when Raph just needs space to be angry, because yeah! What they’re dealing with isn’t normal! Let the teenager rage it’s healthy

Mikey antagonizes Raph more than the other guys, which I think there’s some issues there both ways but the issues come from the closeness. They’re the siblings who constantly want to be together until they literally drive each other up a wall. I imagine when they were little Splinter would try to separate them when things got back and they would just, sneak back to each other’s rooms, both to continue the fight and because they missed each other. They’re so siblings.

And Donnie’s bond with Raph is so most special to me. They’re just so gentle with each other. And when Raph and Leo are arguing, which does tend to be about bigger more serious subjects with real potential to divide, Donnie stays the most neutral. He follows Leo in the City at War arc, but unlike Mikey he doesn’t necessarily agree or disagree. Even little moments like when Raph does something ‘crazy’ (Leo’s bar is low for what he sees as reckless, this poor boy is so stressed), Donnie lets Leo talk to him about it, and then follows Raph lol. Raph also seems to be the one to help Donnie with his feelings, which he is kind of out of touch with. Like in The King, when he gets back and he just lost a friend, it’s Raph we see interacting. There’s no conversation about it (ever, canon will only let Leo process on screen), but at least it’s a small moment of Raph seeing that he’s upset and understanding he needs space. I imagine when Donnie tries to have a full-time job at O’Neil Tech—which at once once gives him space to process everything he’s compartmentalized and forces him to make his brain work in new ways, which causes extreme stress which tends to bring up trauma—he would come up against a lot of personal walls. I’m imagining flashbacks, chronic pain flare-ups, verbal shut-downs. Raph would absolutely be the one to help him the most. He’d probably understand it best even before they figure out causes (he deals with meltdowns during the show, like on screen. Also it’s implied he’s interacted more with humans and we see him making friends every time he goes out, so he’s probably dealt with panic attacks before). Maybe it could even lead to opportunities for Raph to talk with someone about the things he’s struggled with.

Wow Raph and Donnie’s got long—I have so much more in my head, but let me just say one of biggest reasons I relate so much to Donnie is because of how much he worries about each of his family, and April once she joins. And on recent rewatches, I love seeing throughout the show how he grows into his nurturing nature. (Seasons 6 and 7 kind of undid that growth, big part of why I don’t enjoy them as much. I mean he’s sweet with Cody but what the heck happened to his and Raph’s moments, and why is he suddenly so verbally harsh with Mikey? Idk I guess it’s just a different style)

#tmnt #tmnt 2003 #2003 raph #2003 donnie #2003 leo #2003 mikey #this got so long #thanks for the ask!#love talking about them #a little too much as you can see #especially Raph and Donnie

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taxinealkaloids · 10 days

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Do we think Gertrude knows about the Agnes-Elias antagonism happening in the background? My vote is no; she's too busy trying to get work done to notice her coworkers having a catfight (This poor woman is stuck with the two worst ppl in the world who are both v possessive of her)

Hmm interesting question! (This is going to get pretty into my own personal headcanon territory; see this and this ask for more context. Obviously this isn’t canon or anything so feel free to disagree with me, I’m treating gertrude/agnes/elias as my personal playground to some degree here, haha)

I think it would be hard for Gertrude NOT to notice – while obviously she does have a lot going on, these three are circling each other like predators about to pounce. They’ve got each other’s full attention, with everyone constantly trying to figure out everybody else’s deal while keeping their own cards close to their chests. While Elias is extremely practiced at hiding what he’s thinking/feeling, and Gertrude is certainly getting there, Agnes is much younger and grew up in a cult that worshiped her. Arthur Nolan’s statement in ep 145 gives the impression that she was prone to a bit of tantruming (read: setting other cult members on fire) as well – I don’t think she’s used to having to hide her emotions and honestly don’t think she’d see much of a reason to. Subtlety may come naturally to Beholding avatars like Elias and Gertrude (and Elias, of course, is a master of it, which I think is honestly one of the reasons Agnes finds him irritating) but it is NOT the Desolation’s wheelhouse. Plus, I think Agnes really wants to be listened to. Sure, she may be used to having an audience for her every whim standing by at rapt attention, but those were cultists who both worshiped and were terrified of her. Gertrude, on the other hand, doesn’t appear to be scared of her at all – she doesn’t HAVE to listen, which I think would make it all the more important to Agnes that she (Gertrude) DOES listen, to whatever Agnes wants to express (which includes her opinion of Elias). I don’t think she’s holding back on sharing her thoughts, is what I’m saying.

Also, I mentioned in another ask I answered about these 3 that one headcanon I have for them is that their interconnected nature leads to some occasional psychic bleedthrough of thoughts and feelings, so one member of the group might suddenly get hit with a random wave of emotion from another member. I think Elias and Gertrude clocked what was going on with this pretty quickly and immediately set about shutting that shit down (with varying degrees of success) because they’re both extremely private people with a lot to hide. Agnes, however, isn’t practiced with modulating her own brainwaves and doesn’t see the point in trying – her thoughts and feelings SHOULD be everyone’s problem, she was raised to think of herself as the Messiah – so the other two are getting hers loud and clear. But even if Gertrude wasn’t being subjected to Sulky Psychic Blast courtesy of Agnes whenever she stays after-hours to discuss something with her boss, I think her own non-supernatural observational senses would be sufficient to clue her in to the Agnes-Elias animosity (at least from Agnes’s side. I think Elias is far less scrutable, it’s hard to get him to outwardly show strong emotions about anything even when he’s definitely having them. As we see in the actual text of tma, he’s pretty much calm and courteous RIGHT up to the point where he is bashing your head in with a pipe).

(To say more about Agnes-Elias animosity from Elias’s side of things – I don’t think he dislikes her, actually! She’s interesting, and he’s not in the business of disliking things that are interesting, but she’s also a dangerous liability that needs to be kept at arm’s length and closely monitored. It’s not the MOST convenient thing for her highly volatile soul to be all wrapped up in that of his archivist, but it DOES make for easy observation. He definitely has a healthy amount of fear of her, but he’s a Beholding avatar whose passion is paranormal research science. Being scared of a thing only encourages him, and he’s had over a century to learn how to handle volatile substances carefully.)

So yeah I DO think Gertrude is at least reasonably aware of the Agnes-Elias antagonism. What I think Gertrude might be less aware of, however, are the ways in which Agnes is jealous of and even admires Elias. I’ve talked before about how to Agnes, Elias would naturally come across as very in control, knowledgeable, and capable of getting what he wants. Agnes, on the other hand, for all her power, has never truly been in control of her life. She was born with a capital-D Destiny that she has no clue of how to fulfill and she can burn through as many adoring, terrified cultist minders she wants and still she is able neither to escape said destiny NOR get her supposed acolytes to tell her anything useful (they themselves have no clue either lmao). So, I think there’s a certain element of her wanting what Elias has, in that regard. When he asks, people answer. Even Gertrude, who I think Agnes sees as the most impressive person she knows, has to answer to Elias sometimes – something that actually plays into another thing you mentioned which I think was a really good point – both Elias and Agnes are very possessive of Gertrude. Both see her as rightfully belonging to them and no one else, which is a main source of conflict between the two. Meanwhile, I think Gertrude herself is adamantly opposed to the idea of belonging to anyone and is very fixed on the idea that she still is in control of her own actions and the only true authority she answers to is herself. I think Gertrude sees herself as playing the system a bit – yes, she’s currently allied with Elias and Beholding but she’s just using that power source for her own gain, she isn’t REALLY aligned with any of the entities! Yes, the Web has the three of them tangled up in some inscrutable plot but ultimately, Gertrude’s still playing her own game! (Of course, we know this is not nearly as true as she would like to think, but it’s what helps her sleep at night.)

Anyway, thanks for your ask! You know I’m always down to talk about my ideas for these 3. Again, this is just my entirely subjective interpretation and it’s no more valid than anyone else’s since there is so little actual canon material, so you’re free to think whatever you want.

#asks #tma #always fun to discuss this stuff w/ you guys :)

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that-thing-that-feeling · 1 year

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So Shawn really said he related to Steve the most. Interesting.

What I find funny is that there’s still certain subsets of stans that genuinely act like Jonathan is nothing but a self-insert and is therefore just SO privileged as a character… when he’s literally one of the most sidelined and underwritten mains of the show. While Steve gets like so much screentime in comparison and a lion’s share of the marketing and content and recognition.

Like you’re telling me that Jonathan “gets antagonized every season and not listed on the Netflix tudum” Byers is the obvious Creator’s Pet and not Steve “gets his own Wikipedia page and a massive ‘protect Steve’ billboard” Harrington isn’t. I wasnt even a stan of anyone, let alone a Jonathan stan, starting the series five years ago but I still noticed this disparity in treatment. Lol

I have loved and enjoyed Steve as a character where he fits in the show, but the cognitive dissonance from his fans is so annoying. Even if he’s as prone to poor and shallow writing as much as the rest of the mains (and I feel for him just as much as the others in that sense), he still has it easier than half the main characters, maybe more, and he likely always will.

Which is fine and dandy, but makes it all the more obnoxious when I see people who would throw other characters under the bus to always put him in the better light no matter what, or people who act like Steve is just SO hated by the writers—at least the writers remember him as a character. Jonathan is what, hanging on by the skin of his teeth? Considering his most lauded moment of the season was apparently only conjured as a lucky afterthought of the writers in the middle of filming.

If you ask me, Steve seems like he’s one of the most traditionally heroic-protagonist type of characters and treated as such outside the show. He is set up perfectly for escapism, he’s given all these fanservicey and heroic moments, and for that I can understand why people are led to root for Steve (the writers even admitted writing S2 Nancy this way, to boot) and hell, I would go so far as to say they want to be Steve.

But then you have the Byers, who especially in S1, feel rooted in the kinds of realistic and depressing situations people would want to escape from, even if you take away all the supernatural elements. And you’d think they’re just as subject to the same “underdog” treatment that Steve gets, but then you get people—in 2023, mind you—who are antagonizing them (which reeks of classism btw; “Joyce is a bad mom compared to Karen”, “Jonathan is selfish for worrying about his college issues and just wants a sympathy card lying to Nancy”, “Will is too much of a crybaby who hasnt been through as much as X person”) coupled with the way they are sidelined in the show. Just annoying treatment all around. I do hope S5 fares better compared to the past two seasons, but most of my expectations are on the wrapping up of the supernatural plot at this point.

Yeah the whole Jonathan as a self insert thing makes little sense when they’ve totally underwritten and sidelined him; it’s always a way people try to hate on Jonathan as a character for shipping reasons usually.

And agreed there’s a clear disparity in how Steve is treated and given heroic moments and a lot of screentime. But I still think his writing isn’t as good as it should have been bc once they landed on the popular thing with him, they backed away from all other layers (note this interview from between s2 and s3):

Also a lot of their sympathy/empathy in s2 is all around him and they clearly see him as a victim (of Nancy smh, of “circumstance”???) and have tried to erase his privilege:

Here’s the original thing on Shawn being like Steve and the Duffers relating to Mike (from July 2016, and idk why there’s weird formatting):

The irony though that Shawn talks about Jonathan and Steve co-existing and collaborating (like Shawn and the Duffers?) and then Jonathan and Steve basically never spoke again SMH

I also agree with you w the Byers and classicism; you def see that with fans in how they view them and I wonder w the sidelining on the show. Anyhow it’s baffling to have so sidelined the Byers. I think it’s as they moved away from more realism into what was just funny and popular and memeable.

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siena-sevenwits · 1 year

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JOSEPHINE. (Sees RALPH.) Ralph Rackstraw!

RALPH. Aye, lady—no other than poor Ralph Rackstraw!

JOSEPHINE. (aside). How my heart beats! (Aloud) And why poor, Ralph?

RALPH. I am poor in the essence of happiness, lady—rich only in never-ending unrest. In me there meet a combination of antithetical elements which are at eternal war with one another. Driven hither by objective influences — thither by subjective emotions — wafted one moment into blazing day, by mocking hope—plunged the next into the Cimmerian darkness of tangible despair, I am but a living ganglion of irreconcilable antagonisms. I hope I make myself clear, lady?

JOSEPHINE. Perfectly. (Aside.) His simple eloquence goes to my heart.

#these simple sailors lowly born #unlettered and unknown #can really be so charming in the simple way they speak - the rustics of the sea one might say #hms pinafore #gilbert and sullivan #music

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coyotevallie · 2 years

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I THINK TUMBLR ATE MY ROWNIPOSHUA ASK SO IM PUTTING IT HERE AGAIN!!

if it didnt just ignore this,,

>:)) YESSS A POLYAM ONE

i feel like for a while . joshua felt REALLY jealous of rowaniper and they were like .... fuck . am i jealous of JUNIPER or ROWAN . they had this whole crisis over it they went on long long vents to yvonne about the subject they were AGONIZED they couldnt tell if their antagonism with juniper was projecting feelings into anger OR jealousy of rowan or WHAT . yvonne eventually is like joshua . have u ever considered that maybe . you have feelings for both of them . and theyre like :O?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!??!?

i think joshua likes lending their boyfriend and girlfriend clothes they feel all fancy . i like the idea of joshua doing Traditionally Masculine Role stuff but in a chill transfem nonbinary way and not an alpha male cis guy way . anyway they lend juniper and rowan their jacket a lot . juniper is literally never cold shes ALWAYS kind of hot despite the fact that her skin is like freezing to other people but she accepts it happily anyway for the principle of the thing (:

everyones always like rowan . how do u understand them and take them seriously . theyre both so bizarre . but rowans just fluent in nonsense by this point he can just hear joshua say the most deranged thing and have juniper follow it up with the most mpossible story and know EXACTLY WHAT THEY MEAN . hes like yea okay anyway moving on . sometimes people ask him for clarification on what the fuck something one of those two said was trying to convey and rowan serves as Random Bullshit Translator

i think they have weekly movie nights (: they snuggle up and watch nice fun movies . rowan usually suggests something dreamy and metaphorical and conceptual smt thats way more about the THEMES than a coherent plot . joshua usually STARTS suggesting smt like . idk fuckin 300 but then eventually admits they kinda just wanna watch something lighthearted and silly and warmfuz . and junipers movie taste is EXCLUSIVELY extremely dark gritty horrors . that she is NEVER scared by . shes just sitting there like blimey!! poor sod got his head bitten off PROPER hard innhe lads? lol (: while joshuas like TERRIFIED burying their head into rowans shoulder

#LOVE ALL UR SUGGESTIONS #joshua macheath #juniper sloan #rowan chow #rowaniposhua #camp here and there #rougecanons

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ihaveonlymydreams · 1 year

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Ralph: I am poor in the essence of happiness, lady — rich only in never-ending unrest. In me there meet a combination of antithetical elements which are at eternal war with one another. Driven hither by objective influences — thither by subjective emotions — wafted one moment into blazing day, by mocking hope — plunged the next into the Cimmerian darkness of tangible despair, I am but a living ganglion of irreconcilable antagonisms. I hope I make myself clear, lady?

Josephine: Perfectly. (aside) His simple eloquence goes to my heart.

- H. M. S. Pinafore, Gilbert and Sullivan

#Every so often this whole speech comes into my mind #One of the things I didn't even have to try to memorize

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angelcloves · 1 year

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Just read the latest chapter of S&S! Lol at the "safe house" being the CATs HQ. Of course it is, I have no idea why I was expecting an actual house. I'm with Hunter on it not being very homey, he now has less privacy and fewer possessions then when he was still under Belos's thumb! No wonder he's so anxious. Raine's getting a bit ahead of themselves, to the point it set off a lover spat with Eda! Raine, I love you, but please brush up on your communication skills. Manipulation isn't a good way

Pt. 2) rekindle a previous relationship! The confirmation that Belos doesn't know that Camilla is back on the Isles is very nice and supremely interesting though! I can't wait to see where that plot thread leads, XD. I like (Actually, love) Camilla and Darius's back and forth with each other. She's very open with him... I definitely sense some big unresolved emotions between them though, from both sides. I look forward to light being shone on them going forward and not just because I want to see

Pt.3) if any of my theories regarding Camilla's palisman are right, XD. Oh sure Camilla, keep telling yourself that Eda is going to be the one adopting Hunter at the end of the story, not you. You're definitely not super attached and separating from him wouldn't be as traumatizing for you as it would be for him. /s Hunter spying on Camilla and Darius's conversation? Well, perhaps not deliberately, I got the sense he sort of just walked in on them and got caught up in what they were discussing.

Pt. 4) :( Poor buddy, he's afraid to show himself being vulnerable with Darius around. I really don't like how he still refers to Hunter's previous loyalty to Belos as being a "lapdog". Hunter was born into what was effectively a cult, raised by the Leader of said cult to be his perfect little boy soldier and was severely punished every time he so much as stepped an inch out of line. Of course an abused child is going to be "loyal" to their abuser and eager to please them, that's how they

Pt. 5) survive! I get that he was looking out for Hunter and was trying to keep him safe while they were both within the Emperor's Castle, but he the way he went about it was terrible. He actively antagonized Hunter on multiple occasions, obviously he couldn't get all buddy-buddy with the kid because Belos had eyes and ears everywhere, but the least he could've done was be civil to him. It's something that I feel like the TOH fandom deliberately overlooks because it's an uncomfortable subject.

Pt. 6) So I'm bemused that Hunter thinks that Camilla has managed to "declaw" Darius, I have to wonder if how he's acting around her and the other CATs is closer to his actual personality than how he acted in the Castle. And yes, the pressure is mounting as the Day of Unity draws every closer... Still curious about King's status as a Titan and what impact it will have on the story. You did draw some attention to it and it's roughly the right time in the Canon timeline for it to be revealed...

Pt. 7) Plus I eagerly await to see how Camilla's presence during the Day of Unity affects it! I have a feeling her plans to head home after it are going to get derailed, courtesy of The Collector... Or maybe not! Maybe you don't intend to bring The Collector in, after all, why write an Alternate Universe fic if you aren't going to turn Canon on it head? Lol.

oh man i missed getting mile long comments on s&s!!!!! lets address some of this. raine is really enthusiastic about camilla arent they! reunions with eda aside they were absolutely brimming with excitement to have camilla on their side. theyve got plans that are being set in motion and now they finally have their trump card. looks like were going to be holding our breaths on this plot thread.

camilla and darius are still sorting through a lot right now. darius has a rebellion to lead and camilla has a grimwalker to get into an adopted home. but theres something there between the two of them. an uncomfortable past? a bitter fallout? who knows.

as for darius and his interactions with hunter. i took some care to tone him down all the way back in chapter 6 when he was willing to concede and let hunter go spend some time with his new friends but he was never the greatest to him prior to that moment. he just doesnt know how to handle himself around a traumatized child for the most part. everything about working under the emperor is cutthroat and nasty and theres just no room for even the tiniest sliver of kindness. hes making an attempt here but he just hasnt had to use a light touch in so long. theres a learning curve here. i wanted to emphasize the fact that hes not going to be perfect with hunter but that he really does care even if he isnt currently equipped to do so. darius is part of hunters support system right now. hes got lots of hands to help him up but theres multiple outlets there because nobody can give him everything he needs and thats okay.

but its funny you bring up the collector

#sticks and stones

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imusama · 1 year

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the electric feel festival (in honor of God)

gen enel-centric one-shot

word count: 4.6k

characters: Enel, Portgas D. Ace, Conis, others.

Enel listens to the prayers of all his subjects. He doesn't usually do much about said prayers, but a festival in Skypiea sounds like something he'd enjoy. It would also give him the perfect opportunity to be chummy with the terrified citizens and zap a few of them for fun.

Or, as he'd call it, 'God Enel's Day Off'.

commission fic / ao3 link (tumblr fucks up formatting)

Enel (otherwise known as God) had a bit of a dilemma on His hands.

See, most of his subjects—well, all of them—should be living in complete fear at all times, for there was no telling when his mood would strike and he’d smite one of them down. And that was fine, really, he quite liked that, but it wasn’t until Yama pointed out that a God needed worshippers and devotion above all else that he realized, ‘shit, I have to let those shits be happy once in a while’.

So it was either he have some fun and zap as many people as he could for sport, or, in a long month of endless boring meetings and messages, he could stop his strikes and let the people do something that makes them happy. Entertainment for a God was so hard to come by.

Which was what led him, Yama, and the priests—along with a very frightful representative of Skypiea—to sit in a meeting at Upper Yard. His true dilemma? Get through this dastardly affair without zapping someone.

His priests were arguing as usual. Yama was being an annoyance. Also as usual. And the Skypiean—Enel never bothered to learn his actual name, having dubbed him “Useless” in his head from the moment they met—was trying his very best to not break down into tears right then and there. Enel appreciated that someone had the decency to fear him.

Even if that someone was currently having an affair. Oh, nothing got past him.

Ah, even the silly gossips and lives of the Skypieans were looking more appealing than whatever these meetings were. Enel laid back on his chair lazily, staring at the table but not listening to a word the people around him were saying. He leaned his elbow on a pillow, and his chin on his hand, and looked every bit the bored deity he was. If he thought really hard, he could imagine fifty ways to excuse himself from the meeting. And if he wasn’t obliged to be there, since someone (Ohm) thought it would be “impolite” and “completely goes against everything we’re working for” if he was absent, he could be out there on the skies right now.

“I’m telling you, Shura,” said Ohm, standing up and slamming his palms down on the table in a manner of rage, “that your idea is bullshit!”

“I’ll have you know that executions were a family affair at home.”

“A family—how old even are you?”

Useless whimpered, stuck between Ohm and Enel. At least seeing him squirm was a little entertaining—not that Enel really cared about whatever his priests were arguing about. Really, if they wanted to fight they could do it when he wasn’t in their presence. At least it gave him an excuse to antagonize Useless, if just for a little while.

While the priests (and Yama, who decided to interfere with any and all conflicts that did not relate to him) squabbled like the giant birds that roamed the island, Enel inched closer to Useless and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. The poor man stiffened, no doubt terrified at the fact that God Himself was touching him—and perhaps a little bit delighted. Well, he doubted that, but it would be nice if people would consider his touch to be blessed.

“My dear friend!” Enel declared, not quite loud enough to be heard over the fighting (vocal debate had turned to a brawl) but loud enough that Useless surely heard it vibrate in his heart. If Useless had a name worth remembering, someone would surely utter it again in the meeting. For now, he would be referred to exclusively as ‘dear friend’. Truly an honor to bestow upon him. “You seem awful quiet. Do speak what’s on your mind—don’t hold back. Your God is listening.”

Useless, despite his skin being ashen and the sweat dripping down his forehead, looked as if he was in awe. The glimmer in his eyes—ah, wait, those were tears. Well, he wasn’t crying, exactly, but he sure was close to it. He mumbled something, an incoherent babble.

“Say your words, man! Is it not the right of the prayer to be heard?”

He spoke again, a little louder this time—but still high-pitched, like a mouse squeaking in the face of its predator. “The people want a party! Um—your holiness…” he added—remembering his manners.

Enel raised a brow, leaning closer to Useless’ ear. He did not soften his voice, however, so Useless flinched when he spoke. “Why, the people are welcome to party when they want! After all, is life under my rule not worth celebrating as much as it is worth fearing?”

“Uh—it’s… it’s a specific kind of party…” Useless stared at his hands, twisting and fidgeting his fingers like he were a child in trouble. “It’s—it’s a tradition. A sacred party…”

Enel made no move to indicate this had the slightest effect on him. Why, it did, of course—because any celebration or tradition, especially sacred—implying religious—that he did not know or approve of himself was not in celebration of him alone. It was a reminder that other, false Gods existed once. Pah. Still, Enel let the man continue, though he should be careful with his words, lest a zap of electricity run through him.

Ohm had slammed Shura over his head in an impressive move. Yama was preparing to jump on the two. Sasori laughed stupidly. Did they have no awareness at all?

Useless, who clearly was as useless with Mantra as he was with conversing, continued to talk, taking Enel’s silence as an invitation for him to elaborate. “Every Fall—um, when the trees go all… red—we used to celebrate the Vearth to give us… to not inflict a harsh winter on us… it was like a prayer… Not that it was a prayer! Because you are the only God, and it would be blasphemous to pray to anyone else but you, your Lordship! Your Majesty! O Mighty God!”

Enel raised a brow, peering down at the groveling fool. In all fairness, Useless did know his place and know the blasphemous words that almost escaped him. That did escape him. But Enel was a kind deity (sometimes. When he felt like it) and, really, Useless was the only one there who actually contributed an idea that the public would like. Perhaps he wasn’t useless after—nah, he was.

A wide grin spread across his lips, and he clapped his hands together. Thunder rumbled as soon as he did. That certainly got everyone’s attention. His minions stopped the ridiculous scuffle, Useless almost had a heart attack, and every Skypiean on the main island trembled at the sound.

“That settles it then! There will be a festival held on Skypiea, in honor of me and of the good harvest. But mostly me!” Enel announced, his voice bombastic. He placed a large hand on Useless’ shoulder, who whimpered at the touch. “And it’s all thanks to my good man here.”

His minions immediately began protesting and fighting amongst each other again, because their ideas hadn’t been considered. Which, really, was rather pathetic, considering that even he thought their ideas were trash.

“Silence.”

Well, no one dared speak up again.

“The festival will be held in…” Enel thought to his schedule. Not that he was doing anything, really, besides terrorizing his people and building the Maxim, but that was a delicate and rigid schedule he liked to stick to. “It shall be held in two weeks, and shall last for two nights. It shall be a celebration the likes of which Skypiea has never seen. Because of me, of course.”

“It will be done, o Mighty God,” Yama said, like the stuck-up he was. “What would you like for this festival to be called?”

“It’s called Night of Forever Harv-”

“It shall be called… the Electric Feel Festival. So the people remember that they might be smited down at any moment.” Enel pointed to the skies, and lightning struck upwards from his fingertip. “Just so they don’t get too chummy.”

And, seeing as Enel refused to listen to anything else his minions had to say and found much more entertainment in lightly shocking Useless and waiting to see how long the man could last while he played oblivious to it all, the matter was settled.

Nothing really eventful happened for the next two weeks.

Which, yes, was technically a blessing (by himself, no less—he hardly even caused a storm to frighten his subjects!) but nothing happening was boring. Dull. He had millions of volts running through his blood, lightning at his fingertips, and the people’s fear, but all that had to be restrained because of this festival.

Admittedly he’d sparked a few men working on the stalls but that was only entertaining for all of three seconds. Joy was so fleeting that it was gone the moment he touched it. He also noted that a few of those he sparked would pretend to be sick the day after so they could skip out on their duties—namely, so they could avoid God’s wrath—and that usually set the preparations back. All of those men’s mantras were memorized by him, of course, so that he knew who to smite the days after the festival ended. Did they really think they could get away with such blasphemy? Idiots.

Actually, the most entertainment he got in those two weeks was when the Shandians investigated what was happening that had Upper Yard alive with activity. The savages found it to be the perfect opportunity to strike at Skypieans and took to battle while the workers who didn’t fight tried to stop their stalls from being ruined after a day’s work of setting them up. Enel watched it all from a treetop, munching on an apple.

“Mighty God!” one of the workers cried from below, trying (and failing) to stop a Shandian from stealing the prizes of a stall’s game. “Please, we ask for your help!”

Enel shrugged. “I’m a pacifist until the festival ends!”

A lie, of course. But he found it much more enjoyable to see both sides squirm. Besides, if he was to be so generous as to not smite them for the slightest offense, then they should very well fight for themselves this one time. They may just appreciate him more when they realize they needed him as much as they feared him.

The Skypiean kicked the Shandian away, snatching the furry toy from their grip. “Pretty please, God!”

An apple core was dropped on their head. Enel wiped his hands on his pants and flashed to tree after tree, finding yet another person to provide entertainment for him.

Aside from those little skirmishes (no one even died, so he hesitated to call them fights), nothing. Happened. The Skypieans and Divine Soldiers promised that the festival would be the grandest splendor he’d ever lay his eyes on—well, Divine Soldiers said it would be the second. Third, maybe. Actually, his expectations were quite low, so he’d be impressed if the damn thing started without being set ablaze first.

But curiously, everyone was in a cheerful mood. Even his priests were laughing and enjoying themselves far more than they should have—he saw Ohm smile and wondered if he’d been hallucinating—which was far happier than he ever caught them around himself. That didn’t hurt, but he was mildly irritated about that.

Actually, scratch that.

He was extremely irritated.

Not that the priests were happy, but that his closest worshippers had something they clearly valued over him that their emotions could grow this strong. They were ungrateful to work with him. Enel spent some time mulling it over in his head, and eventually decided that he wasn’t going to guarantee any of them a spot on his ship anymore. They had their chance.

Besides the business with his priests and workers (which he opted not to tell them—they could find that out for themselves), the Shandians also were noticeably less… violent? Savage?

No, that wasn’t the correct term. They were still as violent as ever, but they seemed less angry now. More amused. At least someone was having fun.

The day before the festival was to officially begin, a man from the Blue Sea arrived in Skypiea.

Enel had noticed the man’s presence as soon as he stepped within range of his mantra—a unfathomably hot aura, almost like the sun itself wandering the clouds—and decided that he would follow the man’s moves for the day, lest a Blue-Sea scum ruin the hard effort he contributed for this festival. And not because he was still bored and needed something to pass the time.

Before he even reached out of Upper Yard, he was able to grasp some basic information based on what he’d overheard. The man’s name was Ace. He was a pirate (a rare sight in the skies), had a devilishly handsome face that sent young women swooning (because they wouldn’t stop squealing in Enel’s damn head), and was the most popular visitor they’d ever had.

He also, somehow, did not break any laws—including paying the fee to enter the White-White Sea—which was shocking to say the least.

When Enel arrived in the main street of Skypiea, appearing in a bolt of lightning, no one reacted. No one was even looking. He rarely set foot in their miserable town, and they didn’t even have the decency to kiss the clouds where he walked. Instead, they had formed a crowd away from him, huddling around their newest celebrity like a pack of small-minded birds.

Enel coughed. No one turned around.

He coughed again, this time with a bit more gusto, and very obviously demanding their attention. The crowd erupted into cheers, throwing their hands up in the air and a burst of joy exploding within their souls.

They still hadn’t turned around.

So, Enel had always prided himself on his intimidation. It was what allowed him to rule over the insects that crawled on the golden path he owned, it was the fear in their eyes when in his mere presence, it was what bestowed the name of God upon him.

That a stranger could come and charm his way into defeating that very intimidation? Unforgivable. Absolutely unforgivable.

In another flash, Enel appeared before the crowd, right in the middle of the circle they had formed around the pirate. Several of the Skypieans yelped and jumped back—those closest to him when he zapped to being had been shocked by his lightning. Weaklings indeed. The electricity wasn’t even that bad.

“G-God!” one man gasped. The others seemed to be frozen by his very presence.

Good.

Enel held his arms out, a wild (and slightly threatening) grin stretched across his lips in greeting. The Blue-Sea dweller was sitting cross-legged beside him, where Enel could only catch glimpses of shaggy black hair and a flash of orange. Now that he was closer to the pirate, the heat from his mantra was becoming almost unbearable. How long had it been since he felt himself burn?

Nevermind that. There were, after all, more important matters to attend to.

“Is that all you have to say to me? Where are your manners, people?” His voice rumbled across the island like thunder. “I have come all this way to visit you personally, and all you can say in response is… God? I hear that everyday.”

Almost on command, his worshippers bowed down before him, their foreheads touching the clouds almost like an apology. None dared to speak out loud, not without permission.

That is, except for the man from the Blue Sea. That man—Ace, yes, he was aware of the man’s name, no one would shut up about him—had leaned back on his palms instead, stretching his legs out as if he were sunbathing and whistled a merry tune. Their little crowd looked in awe and shock, their hearts racing from either dread or infatuation. All the meanwhile, Ace was not at all phased by this new development.

Enel turned to him, finally catching his first real look at the current most popular man in the sky. “Ace, I presume?”

Well, he did look more handsome than most of the residents in Skypiea, and it wasn’t like there was any competition in Upper Yard other than Enel himself. Understandable that the young population of the land had latched onto this man.

The man called Ace tipped his stupidly vivid orange hat. “Hey, yeah, that’s me! Pleasure to meet you.”

As if remembering some semblance of manners, Ace jumped up to his feet, bowed (though not in the customary way expected in Enel’s presence), and then fell back to the clouds to sprawl out in the same exact position he was in earlier.

“Sorry, I don’t know your name. Are you the leader around here?”

Enel laughed. “Something of the sort. I am Enel, but you may refer to me as God. I will also accept Holy Lord Above All.”

“Niiiiice,” said Ace, drawing the word out. He continued to gaze at the sky. “I’ve never met someone called God before. Or Enel. I’ll call you Enel, then. Saying God sounds stiff.”

“It’s a title. It isn’t my actual name.”

“Oh really? Neat. I guess that’s like me. Guys down there—” he pointed downwards “—call me Fire-Fist but it’s kind of awkward when people use that. My name’s already fine as is.” The pirate twirled a coin between his fingers. Gold, Enel noted. “Guess it sounds cool, though. So. Anything I can do for you?”

Never, in all his life (as a God), had Enel ever met someone who lacked as much self-awareness as Ace did in that moment. Surely even if he didn’t possess the unique power of mantra (which he didn’t, because that was Enel’s thing, he just let his priests borrow it) he could sense the dread growing within the hearts of the crowd. As if their heartbeats were a hundred out-of-tune war drums and they were waiting for the executioner’s blow to be struck.

He held onto that dread, because the faint joy he felt from the crowd would have made him rush the plans to kill them all, and that wouldn’t be fun.

Enel smiled. “Why, seeing as you’re a guest of this island, my only request is that you have fun and be yourself!” He gestured towards the general direction of Upper Yard. “Will you be visiting the festival tomorrow?”

The coin flew up into the air, spinning around and landing straight onto Ace’s forehead. A few children clapped.

“Yeah, sure! I was planning on sticking around a bit too, my crew’s meeting up with me below in a few weeks. And that sounds fun. I used to sneak into one with my lil’ brother—oh! Luffy’s a handful of energy, but man, he’d kill to go to a festival in the sky. Actually I’ve got a drawing by him in my pocket somewhere, if I could just find it… it’s bad but that’s fine. He’s got other talents. Still a wimp though!”

“No, thanks.” Enel held up a hand to stop the man from babbling any further. He also stopped himself from zapping him to oblivion. “I’m afraid I must return to my duties,” of scaring innocents, “of overseeing the production.”

Ace tipped his hat and waved to Enel, right before Enel disappeared in a bolt of lightning.

When Enel landed back in Upper Yard, he slumped down on his throne, his head in his hands.

“I dread to think what a handful of energy is to that man…”

It took two hours for something to catch fire when the festival opened. Which was actually over the time Enel had bet on (he thought he could goad his priests into a brawl and that they’d abuse their dials. They did, but they decided to settle through one of the silly games instead). Now, while no one was foolish as to demand compensation from him, he also was not overly fond of the smug aura radiating from Satori whenever the priest bounced past him.

At least that seemed to wane once Enel told him to sit above shark-infested waters and that the instant someone hit a faraway target his seat would disappear. Satori didn’t argue back of course, and so he spent most of the first day goading the people that missed and cursing Shura for coming back and hitting the target dead-center for the third time that hour.

More frustrating was the fact that the Blue-Sea pirate got all the glory of that little fire fiasco. And it wasn’t like Enel cared about being a hero or anything (he was God, two completely different things), but he had nothing to do with a stall being burnt to the ground. That was the fault of a sky wolf getting too friendly with the flame dials. But, most importantly, Fire-Fist Ace put the fire out using nothing but his own body. Yet not a single scar remained.

By the time he arrived back at the action, having been preoccupied with convincing a divine soldier that there was another sea below the Blue Sea and that a dozen seas were stacked atop each other and that was the truth of the universe, the commotion was over and done with. Enel lost his bet, Satori looked smug for all of two minutes before he was set to be the fool of the eve, and the pirate was quickly becoming the most popular man in Skypiea.

Enel didn’t particularly care about that.

He did care that the pirate won every single game he came across.

The festival was in full swing, Skypieans and Priests and even Shandians alike (who’d set up their own stalls a bit further downstream that was just a bit more fun than Enel’s, according to them) celebrating and laughing as if everything was right. Grills and sweets and games as far as his mantra could sense. This was fun to them.

Enel floated above them, knocking his staff against his head absentmindedly. His eyes stayed firmly locked onto the pirate as more and more people flocked to Ace’s side. Some of them (the drunken, stupid ones) even asked Ace if he would like to be their new God.

“Nah, I’m good,” was Ace’s reply, and then he went and won another straw-woven ball from yet another game.

Their faces were carved into his memory so he knew who to smite later. A girl with blonde hair and a cloud fox wrapped around her shoulders pointed to another game that looked similar to games they’d already been to.

Well, that seemed like a good opportunity to join in.

Enel flashed to her side, causing the fox to screech and hide from him and the girl to freeze in place. Yet again, only the pirate was unphased by his entrance.

“A game, is it?” Enel asked, grinning broadly at his followers. “I trust you all have been having fun?”

Not that I care.

Ace answered for them. “Oh, yeah, this is a blast! I’ve never won so much in my life.”

“Well, I’m glad someone is enjoying the benefits of this weekend.” His brows furrowed into a stern glare, eyeing each and every one of his followers. They squirmed underneath him. Good. “Aren’t you all being a little ungrateful? I spent countless days setting this up for you.”

Well, some other guys did, but he zapped them a few times so that counted as his work. It was nice to pretend to be angry at them anyway.

They squealed and squeaked apologies and praises back to him, as he thought they would. He basked in their fear and burst out into laughter.

“Oh, you’re all too worried. It’s your day! Spend it as you please.”

“How about you?”

A new voice. He didn’t recognise the mantra immediately (he hadn’t exactly kept an encyclopedia of insects in his brain), so when something—someone—prodded at his kneecaps he was shocked. Literally. Just a light static.

A little girl, holding a fluffy toy (won by the pirate earlier) and staring up at Enel with the most curious gaze. “Are you having fun, God?”

Enel blinked.

Did this brat just poke him?

Was this brat… asking about him?

Huh. There were wonders in this world even he couldn’t have imagined. He barely registered the girl’s mother pulling her away from him and mumbling out apologies. The fact that they’d touched him… let alone that he could have fun (that wasn’t at the expense of another one’s suffering). Nothing he ever considered before.

He stared down at the girl, towering over her and everyone else as usual. If he were a lesser being, like the pirate, he’d kneel down closer to the girl. But he was a God, so he stayed higher than her. Reminding her of her place.

“I will have fun…” Enel began slowly, pointing towards the same stall the blonde had earlier, “...once I win the grand prize.”

The Skypieans seemed relieved. As they should be—after all, he hadn’t smited them all down for the little girl’s mistake.

But the pirate was beyond ecstatic. In fact, the moment Enel had pointed at the game, his grin grew wider and wider, until he pulled his head back and howled with laughter.

“How about a bet? Whoever wins the most games between the two of us wins!”

“A bet?” Enel repeated. “I love bets. What are we betting?”

Ace shrugged. “Nothing. Our pride?”

“Hm. Dull, but I can work with it.” The pair walked together to the game, leaving the flabbergasted Skypiean cheer squad behind. “I do hope you’re prepared to be annihilated by the greatest God the heavens have ever seen.”

Enel picked up a racket and ball, moving to one end of a table.

“Sorry mate,” Ace said, picking up his own racket, “but I’m from hell.”

A few Skypieans whistled at the lamest comeback Enel had ever heard, then the game began.

Enel lost.

A lot.

He lost count of how many losses he’d accumulated against this one pirate in one night. Or was it two? Time was an illusion, day and night seeping into each other in a spiral of headaches and nausea and whatever damned cruel tricks the skies played upon him.

Point was, he kept losing, and at some point he forgot if he did just lose more or if by some miracle he won while somewhat blacked-out.

He woke up to a throbbing head, sprawled out on the forest floor with a Shandian’s leg over his chest and a Skypiean drooling on his ear lobe. They were fast asleep, as he had surely been just before.

Music—which, if he recalled, had begun playing a few hours into the second day—still blasted from the live concert at the sacrificial altar. Satori still hung onto a branch, crying about sharks or some other trivial matter.

Couldn’t they play the music any quieter?

Enel sat up slowly, eyes adjusting to the light and eardrums feeling as if they were bleeding with every beat vibrating his bones. He pushed the other men away from him when a slip of paper fell from his bandana. There was only one person who’d be so bold as to slip something underneath his headwear…

He picked up the paper, squinting at a messy scrawl of ink.

I won.

Enel laughed.

Lightning struck Upper Yard and the music stopped.

Well, he certainly had fun in the end.

#One Piece Fanfiction #one piece #one piece fic #enel #eneru #portgas d. ace #conis #oswin writes #commission #fic commission

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wrinkled-sheets-and-sunlight · 2 years

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Aiight we doin this!! Okay let’s see uhh,,, we don’t have enough bratty Naya sooo petplay please!!! She likes to rile up her boyf sometimes even if she is eager to please 😂 (dxncingxqueen)

+ AAAAAAA I FORGOT please add punishment to that Drabble ask!! Sorry djshjshd @dxncingxqueen

😼

In retrospect, he should have perhaps seen this coming with all the teasing he had subjected poor Naya to even before they got together, a lingering touch here, feigned innocence there, not to mention all the times he'd denied her release just to see how far he could push her...

He wasn't sure exactly what it was that broke her this time, maybe the fact that he was still fully clothed while she was in nothing but a collar, or maybe, just maybe, that rare little brat in his dancer had decided to rear it's head, trying to get the upper hand for once to wipe that smirk off the breeder's face...

Whatever it was, Gundham would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy it, the small bit of antagonism adding just a bit more fun to this little play, even if Naya was disobeying him. He couldn't even really complain when she looked so pretty kneeling there on the floor, lips wrapped around his dick and refusing to pull off despite his demand that she do so, the breeder so very close to release and not wishing to end this so soon. There was a stubborn knit to Naya's brow as she shifted forwards to wrap her arms about Gundham's waist, fingers holding tight to anything she could as the overlord tried in vain to pull her off his length.

"You...dare disobey your...your master?!" Gundham tried to sound commanding, but it was falling rather flat with how much his breath quickened the closer he got to release, fingers now twisting in Naya's hair to simply hold instead of to tug as he succumbed to it's futility. He very well could just pull her off, but potentially hurting her wasn't something he was very keen on doing, not without knowing if it was alright first, this not happening enough to truly know where boundaries lie.

Besides, this just gave him an excuse to make her wait for release that much longer...

Body curling over Naya's head, finger's gripping tight in her hair, Gundham came with a shout, brought to release so much faster than he would had liked in the wet heat of her mouth, his dancer's defiance only making his body burn all the hotter.

Pulling Naya off with no resistance now that her goal was complete, it took Gundham several moments to recover from his near forced orgasm into the dancer's throat, his chest heaving and hands shaky as icy fingers curled around the loop of Naya's collar with a sneer. "You will p-pay for your d...defiance, pet." He growled with a tug to the collar, his free hand tucking himself back into his pants as he tried to catch his breath.

In an instant Naya had been scooped up from the floor, her body being tossed to the bed with a bounce of the mattress before her overlord was on her, one hand pinning her down with a hold around her throat, albeit a light one, still not sure where the line was drawn even after all this time, as his other dug through their bedside table. "You wish to play, my little molly?" He asked in a faux sweet tone, a length of binding rope being pulled free from the drawer and tossed beside her on the bed, along with a vibrator that the dancer was no doubt very familiar with by now...

"Then let us play..."

#like i wasnt gonna add punishment anyways my dude hfjdsk #this is gundham of course theres gonna be punishment hes a bastard lmao #molly is a term for a female cat btw hes not calling her by the wrong name lol #muse: gundham tanaka #dxncingxqueen #nsft #drabbles

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bladedhatsandstars · 4 months

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About

…the muse

Name: Robert E. O. Speedwagon

Age: varies.

Pronouns: he/him

About:

A tertiary character from Jojo’s Bizarre Adventures parts one and two. Gang leader in the toughest slums in late Victorian period London, near White Chapel. Traveled extensively before the age of 25 before settling in the slums to oust the former gang leader and start his own reign with the alliances he made between other gangs, locals, and people he met around the world.

Background:

Born during the late Victorian Period in the slums of London where classism, capitalism, and xenophobia rule (gee, doesn’t that sound familiar?), Robert has seen it all. He’s been in enough scraps, he can tell a good person from a cruel person by the scent of their sweat. As such, he will sometimes antagonize a person to get a better read on them if they are particularly good at hiding their emotions. Even Narcissists can’t get past His nose or survival-honed instincts!

Though marked by a deep, permanent facial scar stretching from the bridge of his nose to his chin, Robert is much more than a seasoned robber and conman. Empathetic to a fault, he worries about those he gets to know, and it’s given him a Robin Hood complex: steal from the rich to feed the poor. Even when he becomes rich himself, he keeps his dream to better the lives of the city’s outcasts, and uses his newfound wealth, and the sudden social class changes it gives him, to start making changes for the better! He employs his friends and other “unemployable” workers, finding their special strengths that others might overlook and gives them the resources they need to pursue their dreams (like Smokey Brown changing from a street thief to a town mayor). He starts humanitarian efforts around the world, rebuilding broken streets like his hometown slum, researching medicine to heal the sick, preserving cultures and land for indigenous people and animals, and… secretly…searching for supernatural threats to all of humanity.

His fear that the whole world will be subjected to the same levels of cruelty he’s grown up with keeps him on his toes his whole life. He will never turn his back on danger to those he cares about… Even if that danger is far too powerful for him to face with his own martial art prowess and weapon proficiency. In the words of an infamous general, “torture will not work” on him. For a man who’s already “seen Hell”, nothing humans do will shake him. The only things this man fears are supernatural forces that can take away everything he loves in an instant.

Depending on the verse and time setting, this muse can be played as a child; a youth traveling on ships and caravans seeing the world; a scrappy young gangster joshing with his best friends and terrorizing the public; a narrating sidekick; a deeply traumatized young man trying to figure out how to keep himself and his friends’ lives together without falling apart himself; a miner following his nose and a dream; an oil baron with No idea how to deal with his new social class or all the people suddenly out to rob him of everything; an oil tycoon settled into his role of dismissing politicians and anyone else trying to use his wealth for their gain and setting his sights on his own dream of helping the world and the less fortunate; a philanthropist and humanitarian trying to save art and culture from WWI and II and deport endangered citizens from the Axil’s clutches; a heartbroken godfather; a desperate grand godfather trying to help raise a boy who reminds him so much of everything he’s loved and lost, including his younger self; a pioneer for human health, technology, habitat preservation, animal rights protection, and researching the supernatural and mythical; a foster father for New York’s future mayor; and a proud great grandfather who dotes on his adopted family, and loves his work, his employees and friends around the world, and still travels extensively despite being an octogenarian.

RP Verses

Canon

❅ Will my heart thaw the frost (Young Speedwagon)

✞ Will my heart endure the frost (old Speedwagon)

Fateverse: Canon until a key event changes the course of Fate

✹ My heart shines on (Jonathan lives)

✩ My heart shall be your guide (Old Speedwagon, with Jonathan and family by his side)

Others:

- Kid verse: Mini Wagon will cut ya. Beware the gremlin munchkin!

AUs for JJBA

- Golden Speedstar: a certain golden haired heir to the Joestar line is cloned from Robert’ and Jonathan’s DNA. Robert gets to be a father and he’s not sure what to think about it.

- Caesar Lives: All canon events happen as written but Caesar survives and gets to torture/guide Joseph

- Swap verse: What if Robert was the nobleman and Jonathan was the gangster?

- Future verse: Robert is sent to the future/ or lives an unusually long time/ or we revamp canon to modern setting. Robert gets to live in an era with cellphones, internet, and Stands.

- Kid verse: can be set in canon time or modern

Other Possible AU ideas:

- medieval fantasy verse with Speedwagon as a winged creature.

- Pirate verse: Captain Speedwagon and his merry men, Ahoy!

- Anthro verse: works for Zootopia, Ducktales, Darkwing Duck, and similar anthropomorphic animal shows

- Animal verse: Horse Wagon anyone? Or Wolf Wagon? Something along the lines of Balto or Survivors could work. I have a Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron AU

Other ideas? Feel free to plot with me!

…the mun

Name: Lupineleigh aka Tempest Loupnoir

Age: 21+

Pronouns: she/her

My muse does cuss but the mun prefers to avoid writing it out so some curse words may be censored. You do not need to censor yourself. If I’m feeling up to a good old fashioned Faff, I’ll look up words for him to use that fit the timeframe but I may lack the energy for research. If you have references I can refer to, let me know. I’m happy to learn and grow as a writer!

I use an outdated mobile app for responses so fonts, special characters, reaction images, response trimming, and hiding long posts will be difficult for me. I’ve been on here since 2013 and I’m Still figuring this confounded site out! 😆

I might respond in seconds, or I might take a week to respond, depending on the amount of energy I need to provide the response. Response lengths vary. I might write multiple paragraphs. I may write one sentence. My muse is very emotionally reactive with a hyperactive mind, intrusive thoughts, and keen senses, so what might fill up paragraphs on the page could happen in a second in real time. Just like JJBA.

My DMs are open, so feel free to chat or discuss plots with me.

Word of Note: This should go without saying but Mun ≠ Muse. We don’t even speak the same English language! I only know 21st century American English. Just because I like this character, that does not mean I condone everything he does or make the same choices. My interpretation is for my personal enjoyment and may not be one you like. That’s okay! There are other rpers or even other characters that I play that you might enjoy more. We’re all here to have fun, so let’s get started, shall we?

Disclaimer:

There is the usual gore and violence triggers that comes with watching JJBA. They will not be tagged unless requested. Heavier themes like child abuse or death will be tagged as #tw: x and placed under a cut.

#About #he’s morally gray but he’s innately kind and determined #Speedwagon still changed his social status in the SBR verse without Joestar influence. This man is going places #long post #Speedwagon rper #Speedwagon muse

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What would happen if you were sent back and ended up in the orphanage with Tom Riddle—and say you also had magic?

Oh boy.

Well, there's a lot to question here. Judging by the... spirit of this ask, I presume I'm... pretty much reincarnated. I'm in the orphanage, I'm much younger than I am now and a child, I'm pre-Hogwarts age, and I retain my current knowledge.

For the purpose of this ask I suppose I also retain my current mental faculties. Despite being in the body of an eight-year-old, I'm not The Carnivorous Muffin at eight.

Welp, there's a lot to consider here.

First, I probably don't realize I'm in Harry Potter for quite some time and instead assume I've been reincarnated to some parallel universe. It's the 1930's, I'm in England in the depression, WWI has occurred and the vast majority of major historical events I know about seem to have happened in the right order, and this Earth is eerily similar to the Earth I left behind.

Strange that I appear to remember everything of my past life with my adult mental abilities, but alright universe, I guess that's how we're going to play this.

What I do know is that I'm dirt poor, presumably still a woman which does not bode well for my career prospects, and if I want any prospects in life period I'm going to have to fight tooth and nail for it. It'd be great if I got adopted to help with this, and might be nice to have people in my life who love me, but there's a lot of orphans in the world and a lot of orphans who are much less weird than I am.

The orphanage is the orphanage and not great, Mrs. Cole is overworked, the orphanage is chronically understaffed, and the kids are running wild beating the shit out of each other.

Being a girl, I probably don't have to worry about getting the shit kicked out of me quite as much, but I still probably try to keep my head down and don't aggravate the particularly beefy looking orphans.

Yes, there's some very angry gremlin named Tom Riddle around who will shove you down the stairs in retribution, but that's just a weird coincidence. And then supernatural shit starts happening. Billy's rabbit hangs itself, people get injuries when Tom is nowhere near them, and I start wondering if this is really the Tom Riddle.

I'm in Wool's Orphanage, my matron is Mrs. Cole, Tom Riddle is running around lighting things on fire. It's possible, though it could all be a strange coincidence.

Now, how things go from here depends on how controlled my own magic is. Since accidental magic typically does manifest at least once or twice, it probably does manifest for me for.. something. If Tom Riddle's there to witness it then...

Well, I imagine he's very offended. Here he was, special, different, better than everyone else, and then some girl in the orphanage (who dares to get very good grades on her assignments in school) has it too.

And I just stand there, smiling, going "Tee hee".

He probably confronts me to prove that he's better at it than I am, and he probably is unless the universe hates both him and me, but having someone else with the Shining around probably prompts him to take me as his protégé (in part so he can show off and in part because he's genuinely excited to be able to share this super cool talent).

I am now apprentice to eight-year-old Tom Riddle. Whoop de doo.

Well, I don't remember this part of Harry Potter, so now I'm probably confused as to where I am again. Regardless, I try to advise Tom on how to tone it down and not, say, traumatize Amy and Dennis for life and antagonize all the other orphans forever. He probably doesn't take me seriously. What do I know, I can't even light that patch of grass on fire?

Hanging around Tom Riddle gets me a reputation to, given the difference in genders, probably a fairly nasty one at that. When Dumbledore arrives he's undoubtedly told hot gossip about how eleven-year-old Tom and I have had sex in a ritual to summon Satan. Dumbledore takes this seriously.

Dumbledore probably meets us both at the same time and it's a disaster. I tried my best to prep Tom without revealing I'm a prophet, Tom first doesn't believe there might not be others, then doesn't believe they would be antagonist/anything but amazed by how awesome he is.

Well, Dumbledore lights his wardrobe on fire while I sit there. Dying inside. Dumbledore probably also does something to me too, to teach me some kind of lesson about something.

I imagine he temporarily disfigures me/makes me appear very ugly, then sticks a mirror to the wall, that way I realize that looks aren’t everything/being a whore is wrong. Tom, still traumatized over the wardrobe, is no help and my magic’s probably not controlled enough to do a thing about it.

I spend a day looking like a pig, Tom and I are given just enough money to buy new wands and second hand/barely functioning everything else and given the world’s worst directions to Diagon Alley. Thanks, Albus.

Well, months pass, we get our wands, Tom gets excited for Hogwarts and I... start seriously considering the future. WWII is coming, the Blitz is coming, Tom and I live in east London and must be able to evacuate during the bombing of London (which went on well past the Blitz to the end of the war). I also start considering my future in the wizarding world. Do I now actually have career prospects?

Probably not because I’m muggle born and a woman. My best bet is doing very well in useful subjects and finding employment with the goblins, I can’t imagine they have the same hang ups as the wizarding world.

Tom wants to go to Slytherin, of course, I tell him this is a bad idea. “Gee Tom,” I say, “Not sure how I know this but I have this feeling that Slytherin is filled with people who loathe our very existence and will shank us. Why don’t we pick Ravenclaw or Gryffindor instead?”

No one shanks Tom Riddle! Tom says. Tom is still eleven and while he admits that sometimes I may, in retrospect, have been right about certain things that doesn’t mean he wants to go to the house known for hard work. That’s code word for everyone there being a moron and having no other redeeming features than tenacity. As for the other two, Ravenclaws sound like smug, elitist, nerds and Gryffindors like dumb jocks.

Better to be known for ambition, cunning, and actually being competent.

Well, there’s no talking him out of this one, and goddamn it we’re all each other has.

I’m the closest thing Tom Riddle has ever had to a friend in all these years and in the orphanage the only one who could hold a decent conversation with him. And while it’s not my moral obligation to keep Tom from becoming a domestic terrorist, and there’s no guarantee I even can, dumping him for one of the other houses and drifting apart won’t help.

Not to mention that, after all these years, I’m undoubtedly lonely, I’m in this foreign land, and he’s now the closest thing to a friend I have.

Looks like I’m going to Slytherin, YOOOOOLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOO! I shout as a battle cry as tears run down my face. I may have to convince the hat to put me in Slytherin, but like all human beings I am a mixture of many qualities. I’m not cunning in the least, mind games exhaust me unutterably, but I’m full of ambition.

This confirms every bad opinion Dumbledore had regarding me and Tom.

For the next several months, Tom probably beats the shit out of dormmates who steal his things/harass him. He beats up mine too because feminism (TM) means that he should treat all people equally when guilty of the same crime. I... am not sure I can win that fight so I just resign myself to having to adopt some of Tom’s tactics to make sure I’m not shoved in lockers, have tampons thrown at me, or pig’s blood dumped on me at the prom.

Once again, everyone thinks Tom Riddle and I are dating. I don’t even know if they’re wrong at this point.

Well, being in class with eleven year olds who seem to have had little to no prior education, Tom and I are undoubtedly blazing through class. I imagine I’m bored out of my mind (the Hogwarts curriculum sounds unbelievably boring) and Tom is... well, probably devouring the library but probably also bored. I decide to try and see if I can find some real history texts on this world (there are probably none, the wizarding world seems to only have two historians and both... have a different approach to history than current modern thought as I know it) and discover what magic even is. That shit is fascinating: wingardium leviosa is not.

Dumbledore likely gives neither me nor Tom points in class, I think the house cup is stupid, so I really don’t care. I have no interest in playing quidditch, neither does Tom, so that doesn’t happen.

The second world war starts up, Tom, me, and the muggle borns are the only ones who give a flying fuck. I work harder on figuring out how to get lodging during the Blitz/the bombing of London. Unfortunately, Mrs. Cole hates me too for being the Bride of Satan, so that’s a no go. Third year, 1939, I probably write her in earnest anyway telling her to PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, send Tom and I instructions for the summer/where the orphans are staying/how they’ve been dispersed to the countryside. As a back up plan, I try desperately to shmooze shopkeepers in Hogsmeade during every Hogsmeade weekend to get myself and Tom part time jobs and lodging over the summer. As a back up back up plan, I spend my time badgering Tom to become very good at survivalist wandless magic and if the Lord has pity on me gain some ability in it myself.

Hopefully, either Mrs. Cole or one of the Hogsmeade shop owners take pity on us. If not, then Tom and I are going extreme camping. Given Mrs. Cole (and the brain damage brought on by Dumbledore erasing memories left and right) and the likelihood of Hogsmeade shop owners just not getting it, Tom and I probably go extreme camping.

(Tom, meanwhile, asks Dippet and Dumbledore if we can stay in Hogwarts over the summer. He’s told no exceptions. London’s being bombed, you say? No exceptions. Toodles. Tom is never the same.)

Me, Tom Riddle, a tent we made ourselves, several rabbits we had to catch and skin ourselves, and the pitiful fire that we can keep going through pure will alone because if we try to use real people spells then we’ll get arrested. It has the benefit of making Tom feel very manly and impressive, catching his own food, but both of us are well aware that this sucks.

But hey, we aren’t dead.

Well, I’m sure Tom doesn’t appreciate that and this is where I imagine he seriously starts talking about violent revolution. I imagine much of my time is spent discussing the merits of not violently overthrowing our ant overlords. I imagine a thirteen-year-old Tom isn’t impressed by my pacifism, but he’s not married to Voldemort yet (probably).

Then I imagine the horcrux thing comes up and... Well, I will argue hard against it. Humans die, it is a truth of the universe, and simply something we have to accept. Horcruxes are not a measure against that, they can be destroyed, given infinite time they will be, and the sacrifice they require is too high: human life as well as the very essence of who you are.

What is a soul? I’m not sure, we never really learn in HP canon, but whatever it is, it is in some way the essence of yourself. If you take half of it and throw it somewhere else, you will cease to be you, someone or something else is walking around in your body while the other half of you exists in endless agony.

If you must chase immortality, create a philosopher’s stone (as I darkly wonder why it was that couldn’t be replicated and what Flamel had to do to make it in the first place). On second thought, maybe we should search for the Holy Grail.

Whether I can talk Tom out of this or not is... unclear. I’m going to say that I can, in part because I imagine he’ll want to show the chamber off to me, tell me when he realizes he’s Heir of Slytherin, and in doing so I can prevent the basilisk incident from occurring. Without that, there’s no dead Myrtle, which means no first victim. That summer, when he goes to the Gaunts, I’ll go with him and convince him that it’s not worth it. He can just turn around and leave these people alone, I hopefully can talk him down. Which means no second victim.

I start writing Flamel to see if Tom or I can get an apprenticeship (Dumbledore probably beats us to the chase and poisons him against us, but it’s worth a shot).

Then, should all go well, I can convince Tom to find employment with the goblins rather than shady antique dealers on the bad side of town. Hopefully, I can convince him to never become Voldemort, and instead we travel the world together looking for the origins of magic or something.

Dumbledore goes around taking people’s memories of us in preparation for when Tom becomes a dark lord and I his lady of the night darkness.

TL;DR Apparently my life would become an SI/Tom Riddle fic. So, thanks anon.

#harry potter #harry potter meta #harry potter headcanon #tom riddle #albus dumbledore #anti albus dumbledore #meta #headcanon #opinion

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aminiatureworld · 3 years

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Opposites

Characters: Xiao, gn!reader

Word Count: 1,594

Warnings: Swearing

Premise: In which the reader is the brain and Xiao is the brawn

Author’s Note: I wasn’t sure what the general setting should be so I put it in a vaguely college/university setting. Prolly cause that’s around my age and also because I cordially dislike highschool AUs. Hopefully that works out alright!

I had to type out almost 2,000 words on my iphone. I never want to do that again.

Xiao

Honestly none of your friends are actually sure how you two got together.

After all, if someone were to take a picture of you and your partner side-by-side then show it to people not in the know, well the prevailing emotion would be something along the lines of: “Are they classmates or neighbors or something?”

To be fair, when the two of your first met even the idea that you would ever end up in love was something laughable. Having been pushed together for a project, your knee-jerk reaction had been: Oh I’m totally going to end up doing this all by myself.

Thankfully however you’d been quickly proven wrong. Although Xiao hadn’t necessarily been the best about planning and other such things, his work was organized and he always showed up to every meeting with his parts completed.

By the end of the project you never wanted to work with another person on a group project again.

And, to be completely honest, you’d definitely developed a crush on your slightly aloof group partner.

Xiao’s reaction was much harder to read.

At first he appeared to want nothing to do with you. Work was emailed to you with not so much as a subject line; meetups passed in awkward silence broken by tentative questions on your part. You’d sort of assumed that he saw you as annoying and the group work as useless - which to be fair it sort of was useless.

So when he emailed you a few weeks later asking for your number and if you wanted to do something, well, safe to say you almost fell out of your chair.

Though the start was a little awkward, Xiao’s conversational nature didn’t develop much in general, you two fell into a routine of sorts, a relationship of unspoken boundaries and spontaneous confidences.

During the first few weeks of you odd sort of relationship you’d come to the conclusion that, though not a talker, Xiao was ultimately quite apathetic in nature. Eventually however you realized apathetic wasn’t the right term.

Though he might’ve appeared sullen on the outside, Xiao never actually acted in a way that hinted at any resentment or irritation; he never dragged his feet about something or implied it was stupid that you should ask for help or for a favor.

His assertiveness, which might’ve been mistaken for aloofness, was endearing. Xiao never half-asses anything, even when if wasn’t doing something for another person, like you.

You appreciated this side of his personality, the fact that he was quick to act, admired if even. It certainly stood in stark contrast to your tendency to overthink things, something that could quickly end up kneecapping you depending on what decisions were being debated.

It was an alien concept to you, the sort of philosophy Xiao seemed to live by, and its novelty was refreshing.

As your thoughts slid more and more to focusing on Xiao you became more and more aware of the rumors that abounded about him.

He was a troubled youth, he was prone to fighting, he had been so uncontrollable in secondary school that only one teacher had been able to get him to do anything. The only times he spoke was to wound, and he never had a word to say that wasn’t angry.

Well, obviously that wasn’t the truth, but any attempt to clear up the situation was quickly met with odd stares and responses that all smacked of: “Oh you poor idiot, you just haven’t learned yet.”

You would’ve liked to think that you didn’t let it affect your relationship with him, but evidently the rumors had begun to catch up to you.

“Hey, you’ve been avoiding me.”

“Have I?” You shifted awkwardly in your seat. Xiao sighed, evidently aware of where this was going.

“It’s because of what people say about me, isn’t it?”

“Maybe.”

“I see.”

That had been the beginning and the end of the conversation for quite some time, almost as if Xiao had yet to decide whether or not you were one of the few in whom he could entrust the truth. Yet despite the rumors and the odd looks you still found yourself gravitating towards Xiao, and soon enough that initial pull turned into something much deeper.

The day that you two became “official” was the day Xiao told you the truth. He had been a delinquent as a teenager.

Born into a family full of troubles Xiao shouldered the circumstances as best he could.

However things cannot stay untouched forever; the distress that Xiao experienced only grew, the pressure ratcheting up with every incident, every item thrown to the ground, every fight that ended in humiliating pain.

Eventually it became too much, and when it did Xiao took his anger out not on his family, not on the people who had failed him, but on any classmate who antagonized the vulnerable child.

Fights became a regular part of Xiao’s life until university, and it was only in meeting his mentor, Zhongli, that the lost young man had managed to pull his life together.

Things made more sense after that, though one couldn’t say that everything was right with the world. Students, coworkers, the particularly idiotic TA, all of them still carried the sense that Xiao was not to be trusted. You could see how it upset your partner sometimes, when he was ignored at the coffeeshop or excluded from class group chars in the like.

Whenever he did that Xiao tended to retreat into himself, as if worried he might explode again. It took a lot of coaxing to get him out of such situations but it was always worth it to see your partner’s expression soften, to see his small smile once more.

What you didn’t tell him was that you were just as angry as he was, just as resentful at the people within your major which were hellbent on acting like they were still in high school.

Eventually however the trials of your early were utterly forgotten, the questions and the secrets replaced by a sense of slightly hilarious domestic bliss.

You were definitely the brains of the group, something Xiao didn’t seem to mind - though he probably would find that actual statement somewhat silly.

Xiao, on the other hand, held the esteemed position of Person Who Actually Got Stuff Done. You relied on him to get you out of your mental spirals, to pull you out of your room and out of your brain fog and to get you to do something; even if it wasn’t the thing you were thinking about.

In return it was your job to make sure Xiao didn’t get himself killed doing something stupid.

Xiao’s reticence masked an almost supernatural recklessness. Though your partner didn’t own a motorbike, if he had you were completely convinced he’d ride one without a helmet. His almost total disinterest in his own safety was something that you brain shrunk from, and more often than not a crazy plan of his would end with you listing the terrible things that might happen if something were to go wrong, even if those things weren’t always the most realistic.

There was a storm in twenty minutes? It was the perfect time for a walk! There was cavern nearby with tunnels were so tight you had to walk single file? Sure why not!

He would talk about such things as if there was nothing to it, as if it didn’t send your heart rate spiking. There wasn’t the slightest acknowledgment of danger. Even his tone was as gruff as usual, as if it was the most natural thing to want to go mountain climbing, not interesting enough to get even a little excited about.

It was probably good he did martial arts. You didn’t even want to think about where all that energy would go otherwise.

Xiao’s straightforward nature came out in softer ways too, ways that you envied much more than his full-steam-ahead recklessness.

He was never afraid to state what was on his mind. Whether it was correcting a waiter who got his order wrong or telling a rude doormats to fuck off, all these things were natural to him.

To be honest you completely envied that aspect of him, unable go replicate such a mindset in yourself.

When you’d commented on it once Xiao had stared oddly at you. After a moment he told you that he figured it came from his background. Sometimes you had to learn how to say “no” or “that’s wrong” or “you’re a shitty person.”

Just as you tried to curb the most extreme parts of Xiao’s recklessness, so too did Xiao work to bring you out of the spirals your mind went down sometimes, and so did he try to coax you out of the overthinking that kept you from asserting yourself in your life.

Saying you two were complete opposites wouldn’t really be accurate. You shared similar views, similar passions, similar opinions on what mattered. Yet it was true that, in some ways, you complemented one another. And when it came to those traits in which you differed, well you would like to think that your differences just made you stronger as a couple.

Maybe your friends couldn’t understand how you two got together, or why you were so deeply in love with the person you’d chosen to be your partner. But you didn’t care.

You loved Xiao with all your soul, and, at the end of the day, that was all that mattered.

#genshin impact fanfiction #xiao x reader #genshin impact #genshin xiao #requested #headcanons #my writing

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