#gwenexicor

[mino-diabolik]

𝕭𝖊𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖎𝖋𝖚𝖑 𝕱𝖎𝖆𝖘𝖈𝖔: 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔖𝔢𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔩

[ @kurosawa-family (Varick) | @retelling-of-ragnarok (Gwen) | @fruit-of-infidelity (Ryuuto) | @ruki--mukami (Ruki) ]

[Admin!Danny: Yay, I finished! A show of my appreciation for your characters (to Admin!Jasmine, I just love how well you write and portray Ruki, I never thought I’d fall for him again lmao)! All of y’alls content in my dash always gives me life ✋😩✨]

[mino-diabolik]

[FOOD FIGHT] with Gwen? 👀

🔷 i just want these two to be silly 😞🙇 🔷

[Admin!Danny: Yes, please—✋😔✨]

Cooking and baking starters

[FOOD FIGHT] - for both muses to get distracted from cooking and use the ingredients for a food fight

[Oh, when that first splat of tomato sauce splashed on Gwen’s face…

Mystic ducked for his life as Gwen snatched up the homemade sauce they the Founder had before. He reached out for the bowl of garlics and fished up a few cloves, raising them as if they were a grenade or some something.]

Put that sauce down, comrade! If throw these hard enough, they’ll splash and you’ll leave out of here stinking up to Heaven and back!

[There was no movement between them for a moment…

Gwen suddenly jerked their arm, as if they were going to throw the entire jar, but didn’t. Mystic shrunk back in a panic. When nothing came at him, he laughed.]

Oh, you little fuck—

[mino-diabolik]

📞 + Gwen 💪💪

◤ ✕ ・。* send me 📞 and a ship and i’ll tell you…

your muse’s contact photo in mine’s phone

your muse’s name in mine’s phone

Gweny Gwen-Gwen 🔪✨

Which is actually one of the nicknames Mystic calls them by some times.

your muse’s ringtone in mine’s phone

Bad — Royal Deluxe

how often our muses text

As often as they can. While Mystic is often drowning in work, Gwen does their best to stay in communication with him. They usually text all throughout any breaks Mystic or Gwen have. It is more common for them to stay on a call at the end of the day until one of them or both fall asleep.

what our muses normally text about

Gwen likes to share menu/recipes ideas they had in mind and ask Mystic for their opinion or they would like something else. Imagine Mystic stalking during missions while thinking about which platter would be the best to share with Gwen.

Mystic slips in a few flirtatious comments, but Gwen plays dumb most of the time—to tease, of course—and makes out the poor Founder to be a fool.

You won’t believe the amount of bullshit posts Mystic sends—

our muses’ last few texts

[mino-diabolik]

[CONSOLE] with Gwen? 🔷 i’ve been sending in so many asks i’m so sorry T-T 🔷

STAYING THE NIGHT PROMPTS

[ CONSOLE ]  sender asks receiver to stay the night because they don’t want to be alone and they end up cuddling.

It had been quite an unexpected request.

As he headed for the door after having dinner over at Gwen’s, he was stopped by the plead to stay with them for the night. Mystic was sincerely happy and a bit excited to be asked this, so he eagerly agreed, assuring them it wouldn’t be an issue.

Mystic was lent something in which he could sleep with—thankfully both wore about the same size and Gwen owned a few baggier garments—and both tucked themselves under the bedsheets. Mystic was about ready to pass out, but fought back his sleep to keep Gwen company. He had stayed for that reason alone and not to sleep.

He laid on his side, looking at Gwen while pillowing his head over his arm. He smiled tiredly like at them and sighed. “It’s been a while since I’ve stayed over at other’s,” he said.

The Founder suddenly reached out to hold the hand the human had laid before them, rubbing their fingers in an assuring and calming manner. Mystic was fighting back his urge to tug them closer for an embrace, unsure of just how much proximity they’d allow for him to take.

[mino-diabolik]

Continuation of this post with @retelling-of-ragnarok

[Mystic paused in absolute shock, watching them stick to the wall like a fly. Well, they looked more like an moth. Either way, that was just not fair! Still, Mystic was tempted to let it slide because it was just that cool.]

What the fu—!?

[He held onto the edge of the window and pulled himself up, then jumped over to the pipe running down the side of the building once more. He leapt over just beneath the cloaked individual and reached to grab their ankle.]

[There was a sudden flash. A snake of black and splattered red scales wrapped around Gwen’s leg, up their torso, then their arm, slinging himself away like a spring. He shifted back midair, catching himself on a rusty pipe.

He compared their distances and their goal, grinning down at them with mischief.]

Hahaha, not bad! Hey, I say the last one up there buys the other dinner!

[mino-diabolik]

❤️ + 🖤

SEND ‘❤️’ FOR MY MUSE TO SAY SOMETHING POSITIVE ABOUT YOURS. + SEND ‘🖤’ FOR MY MUSE TO SAY SOMETHING NEGATIVE ABOUT YOURS.

“I’d say Gwen is quite the character. They’re an amazing cook, very intelligent, and somehow remain professional even when I’m there to mess things up. I won’t confirm or deny whether I do it intentionally or not. I do think, though, that maybe being a bit more cautious and a bit less extra confident—and not jumping straight into fighting mode with whatever creature them come across would be nice. It could keep them from having their lives being cut short, perhaps. They’re still human, after all.”

[mino-diabolik]

[MISSION] 『 i feel like these two meeting while they’re both out on/just finishing up missions would be fun 👉👈 』

[Admin!Danny: 👉😎👉 Ya got it.]

✧ — ⋆   𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 .

[ MISSION ] :  for  our  muses  to  meet  on  a  mission

[Mystic sighed with exhaustion, shaking off the dripping blood from his hand. He placed the unused gun back inside on the case within his jacket.]

Well… that was a waste of time.

(This idiot just wanted to buy some time for his moron of a boss.)

Haa… you’re an idiot, pal.

[In the silence, he thought he had heard something. The hair in the back of his neck stood on end. He spun around with his guard up and the previous high of adrenaline coming back to him.]

(There’s… somebody here.)

[mino-diabolik]

🎶 ((im curious 👀👀))

Send 🎶 and my Muse will share music that reminds them of your Muse.

Faust by Charles Gounod From “The Final Trio” in the mini-series of The Phantom of the Opera (1990)

Charcoal stained the Founder’s hands, but he remained unbothered as he scratched the surface of the page with attention. He fixated onto the portrait then his reference on a picture on the screen of his cellphone.

A coughing from the TV he’d kept on for background noise drew his attention. It was the moment the Phantom crawled back up into the surface from the catacombs after hearing Christine singing once more. It was The Final Trio scene, one that he loved very much.

His mind suddenly flashed back to Gwen for an odd reason. While he thought it strange, he slowly realized why he’d thought of them from any other person.

The last time he’d spent at their apartment, he’d actually dragged them in front of the TV for a night of snacks and a movie of his choosing. At this scene, Mystic glanced over to see Gwen’s expression, whose eyes were glued to the screen, with a hand frozen midway to delivering a handful of popcorn.

It was a lovely sight. Specially knowing he got to share one of his favorite movies with a close friend.

Mystic dragged back his chair and straddled it, resting his chin on the backrest. He watched the tension and emotion build up between the Phantom and Christine as they sang to the compass of Marguerite and Faust’s anguish and realization. His chest tightened at the scene—it always did, in fact. Perhaps this was what Gwen had been thinking at the time.

As the song came to an abrupt end with the gunfire of an officer at one of the boxes, Mystic turned back to face his portrait and sighed.

“Maybe I should visit Gwen sometime tomorrow,” he chuckled.

[mino-diabolik]

((TINY GWEN TIME >:3))

They had only meant to peak their head in, though when they ran face to face with someone rather taller than them, they froze. Sure, compared to other people his age, Mystic may have been on the shorter side, but to Gwen? He was massive.

But… His eyes were two different colours! Just like their’s!! That’s so neat!-

“Hello! Hello excuse me! I don’t know how I got here, but ya have really nice eyes! They’re cool being two different colours like that!!”

[It was a funny scene. The Founder himself had frozen up as well. The pair stared at each other for while, until the little one spoke. Mystic brought a hand to his face, as if he had suddenly realize something.]

I—I’m sorry little one. Didn’t see ya there either. The name’s Mystic, why about you?

[mino-diabolik]

Gwen 👀 I’d like to see Mystic’s reaction, if you wouldn’t mind 😤👉👈

Recommend romantic candidates for my muses and see their reaction!

Heheh! Well, they’re cute—and shorter than me, surprisingly. They’re kissable, in my opinion. Haven’t managed to get there just yet, but is fun messing around with them. Hmm… I’m not sure how I feel about taking them as a partner, though. Things might change, so who knows〜

[mino-diabolik]

‘Who gives piggy back rides to the other?’

‘Who stays up way too late and who tries to drag them to bed?’

(For Mystic and Gwen 👉👈 )

Assorted OTP Questions

Who gives piggy back rides to the other?

It’s a switching kind of situation. More often than not, though, it’ll be Gwen carrying Mystic. They’re about the same height and built similarly so it isn’t much a problem. Of course, Mystic makes it a whole new level of dramatic scene by acting all needy and wounded.

Mystic: Oh, me. How terrible. How utterly pitiful I am! My dearest, so strong and beautiful, what would I ever do without you?

Gwen: I’m dropping you if you keep that shit up—

Who stays up way too late and who tries to drag them to bed?

Neither have a decent sleep schedule, so they both either collapse into bed together or stay up all night. Mystic has been at it for decades (not to mention, he’s a creature with more energy in the dark), but Gwen is still human and has human needs whether they like it or not. Mystic will lightly tugs their head against his shoulder when he sees them start nodding off and lets them rest and not move until they wake up. He will also often take advantage of the moment and have a nap himself.

[mino-diabolik]

[SHIELD] + Gwen

Send “Shield” for my muse’s reaction to yours placing themselves between my muse and danger.

It was too short a time span for Mystic to react. He clutched the aching area of his stomach just as a blur rushed past him to stand between him and the coming assailant.

The color of his face drained away and his feet went cold. Everything before him seemed to slow down until words finally left his mouth. “Gwen, stop!”

The Founder dove forth, tackling the human back and out of the way. The assailant tumbled over the edge of the balcony Mystic had backed out into. He snapped around to face Gwen and almost lost it. “Did you loose your goddamn mind—jumping in front of me like that?!”

[mino-diabolik]

❛  keep  your  hands  where  they  are .  ❜ + reverse. (is this is okay ofc!! 🙇)

[Admin!Danny: Of course ✋✨]

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑬𝑵𝑶𝑹𝑴𝑰𝑻𝒀 𝑶𝑭 𝑴𝒀 𝑫𝑬𝑺𝑰𝑹𝑬 .

❛  keep  your  hands  where  they  are .  ❜ + [REVERSE]

Arms stretched out over the edge of the sofa’s backrest—gripping it; head thrown back, Mystic huffed blissfuly as Gwen’s hands worked on his groin. Their bandaged hands moved up and down his throbbing member.

He’d managed to convince to straddle them to straddle his lap in the midst of the heat of a sudden make out session. Things escalated from there. But he never thought he’d be able to drag them along so far.

“Keep your hands where they are,” Mystic whispered through a breathy voice, closing his eyes as he sank deeper into the pleasure. God, it felt incredible. He solidly believed for a moment that he would wake up at any moment now.

The Founder slowly slipped his hands away from the sofa’s edge, cautiously bringing them up to the human’s waist. His fingers curled around Gwen’s midriff and kneaded the spot through their shirt, finally daring to look up at them and the reddened highlights on their face.

Mystic wondered what his own face looked like and what Gwen thought of it. Though one thing he knew—he felt—was how his eyes flashed and glistened with an incredibly odd combination of admiration and lust.

He tugged at their waist, almost wanting Gwen to come closer. He wanted to pressed up against them, to grind into them and perhaps bring them pleasure as well. He wanted to feel them up completely, but was unsure on how to ask to take things farther than they already stood.

[mino-diabolik]

🍺

Send a “🍺” and My Muse will tell Your Muse a drunken confession!

Oh, sweet mother of God, I promise I won’t do this again, just please have mercy on my rotten soul—

[Mystic slurred through his words, repenting about the amount of alcohol he’d intake.]

Gwen, Gwen, babe… hand me a glass of water, will ya? I’m seeing the light, I swear.

[After a moment of quiet laughter, he turned his head to look at them. He was absolutely gone.]

Your hair’s so nice… your face and your eyes too〜 Fufufu, ‘really don’t get why I never hear no one give compliments. ‘Seems very unfair if ya ask me, heheh.

[mino-diabolik]

😈💭 + Gwen 👀👀

put  😈 💭  in  my  ask  and  my  muse  will  admit  one  dirty  thought  they’ve  had  about  yours.

. . . I wonder if you’re talented with your mouth sometimes—

[mino-diabolik]

🙊💬 + gwen 👀👀

Send 🙊💬 + a name, and my muse will share their true, unfiltered opinion of that person! No sugarcoating!

Gwen… well—

I honestly think they’re awesome. I haven’t really spoken with them much after our small meeting that one night. It was fun! They seems to know what they’re doing. They also know how to take a joke and tease like me. That was new experience.

If there’s somebody I’d spend one of those rare free days Kazuha gives me, it’s with ‘em.