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Lets Play A Game of This Or That? (NSFW Edition)

My muse has to pick one or the other. They have to pick one. Not neither, not both.

Submissive or Dominant? Whips or Chains? Handcuffs or Shibari? Pillow Princess or Power Bottom? Voyeur or Exhibitionist? Blindfolds or Spreader Bars? Butt Plugs or Vibrators? Edging or Multiple Rounds? Knots or Ovipositor? Spanking or Scratching? Ball Gag or Muzzle? Strap on or Double Sided Dildo? On on one or Group Sex? Vanilla or Kinky? Lengthy Cocks or Girthy Cocks? Small Boobs or Large Boobs? Ass or Chests? Thighs or Arms? Hot Wax or Knifeplay? Loud or Quiet? Biting or Sucking? Collars or Piercings? Costumes or Lingerie Monogamy or Polyamory?  Laughing and silliness during sex or Intensity and power struggle during sex? Fucking a Virgin or Fucking someone with experience? Face to face or from behind? Phone sex or Sexting? Cumming inside or Cumming outside Being filled or Bukkake Dirty Talk or Degradation? Role play or Porn on in the background? 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? Leather or PVC? Morning Sex or Evening Sex? Clothes on or Clothes off?

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oblivious idiots in love

credit if reposting, don't repost to other websites, change pronouns as needed x

“ you really don’t see it, do you? “

“ if there’s nothing going on there, you don’t mind if i ask her out, do you? “

“ you flat out just admitted you have feelings for me. “

“ i think i’m falling in love with you. “

“ is that really all she is to you? “

“ he kissed you? “ it was more of a peck... “

“ she’s just a friend? “

“ you’re so full of shit. “

“ come on, you’re in love with her. “

“ doesn’t take an idiot to figure it out. “ “ are you calling me an idiot? “

“ i wanted to kiss you. i’ve been wanting to kiss you for quite a while. “

“ so you kissed him, and then you... “ “ ran away. “

“ friends don't look at each other that way. “

“ not like i’ve fantasized about you, or anything… “

“ friends don’t talk about each other that way. “

“ you said i had nice lips. who says that? “

“ it’s just an innocent kiss. “

“ it’s easy to confuse feelings for something they aren’t, especially when eye-contact is involved. “

“ friends kiss each other all the time, right? “

“ we're just friends. “

“ you're still hung up on [your ex]. “

“ if you refuse to make a move, i will. “

“ man, fuck that guy. go show her what she’s missing. “

“ just put us all out of our misery and admit it already. “

“ she invited you to her [loved one's] funeral? “ “ yeah, for support and comfort. “ “ ...why you specifically? “

“ you were practically made for each other. “

“ she shut me down last time, remember? “

“ you’re in denial. “ “ i am not in denial! “

“ that guy's a real jerk. you should be with someone who respects you. “ “ and who would that be? “

“ look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t feel something for me. “

“ do you have a crush on me or something? “

“ are you asking me out? “ “ no. i mean yes, maybe... as friends? “

“ don’t let this one go. he’s perfect for you. “

“ unless you don't like me, in which case i take it back. “

“ do you think that this, us… do you think it could ever be something more? “

“ she’s everything i ever wanted, but i don’t want to risk losing her as a friend. “

“ i’m worried that if we go there, and things don't work out... things might never be the same. “

“ you know that’s not the case. she adores you. “

“ you’re more than just friends. it’s obvious. “

“ of course i love him, we’ve been friends for ages. “

“ grow some balls and be honest with her. “

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BOLD what applies - italicize sometimes. cross out nevers. repost, don’t reblog.

fights honourably / fights dirty

prefers close - quarters / prefers range

chats during / goes silent

low pain tolerance / high pain tolerance

attacks in bursts / attacks steadily

goes for the kill / aims to disarm / fights defensively / strikes first

is provoked easily / provokes their opponent / teases

gets visibly frustrated / shouts while attacking

uses strategy / focuses on the battle / experiences conflicting thoughts during battle

rushes in recklessly / tries to read their opponent before engaging

fights wildly / fights calmly / fights apathetically / fights with anger / fights with excitement / fights with delight

fights because they have to / fights because they want to

fights without regard to wounds / runs away when wounded / hides wounds / takes a blow to protect another

prefers a blade / prefers a gun / prefers hand to hand combat / prefers a bow / prefers a shield / prefers a personalised weapon / prefers magic, alchemy or spells

their greatest weakness is physical / their greatest weakness is mental / their greatest weakness is emotional

transforms for battle / fights as they appear

relies on strength / doubts their strength / relies on speed

uses everything they have / proceeds with caution / hides their full potential

exhausts quickly / has high stamina

behaves arrogantly / brags after landing a hit / belittles their abilities

uses psychological tactics / uses brute strength

avoids civilians / strikes down civilians

damages surroundings / avoids damaging surroundings

signature fighting style / makes it up as they go

mastered skill - set / learning their skill - set

fancy footwork / sloppy footwork

messy fighter / elegant fighter

accepts defeat / refuses defeat / begs for mercy

compliments their opponent / insults their opponent

uses unnecessary movements / moves efficiently / barely moves

prefers to dodge / prefers to block

defends their blindside / has no blindside / leaves blindsides vulnerable

uses all available advantages / strictly uses one main method

plays around / holds back / fights ruthlessly / shows mercy

waits for an opponent to be ready / strikes when opponent isn’t ready

fears death / fears pain / fears killing

has ptsd / avoids fighting

has lost a fight / has won a fight

has killed / refuses to kill / enjoys killing

wants to die standing / would succumb slowly

Tagged by: @wxndswept

Tagging: anyone who wants to do this

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Amane hadn't really moved much. Staying close to the waypoint the whole day, patiently waiting. At most he had walked to the railing nearby to sit down by it. He figured she was just busy with other things, no reason to really worry. Though he'd be lying if he were to say that he didn't start to worry the more the sun went down. When the tear finally was made, he was practically springing to his feet, fully expecting that she'd just be on the other side.

Then he saw her lean through, mid stride, and he couldn't help but slow. His tail, which had begun swinging happily behind him mere seconds before slowing to a stop. Her expression, how messy she looked, her eyes so gloomy... something was wrong, and it made his heart sink.

It would only be after seeing her dip back into the other side of the portal that his pace picks up again. Securing his grip on his bag and rushing for the portal to step through to the same side as her. Immediately letting his bag drop as his eyes search for her again, brows furrowed with the worry plastered across his face. "Yuuki?"

The Fox is standing by the waypoint at Wangshu Inn. Bag over his shoulder, standing withjust a little lean onto his good leg, chatting a little with Verr Goldet. A new, freshly healed wound on his left cheek, his hair trimmed a little and a bit neater. A slight anxious bounce to his right leg.

But nobody came.

Amane would unfortunately wait for hours before a familiar portal tore through the very air itself. By the time it had opened, it was nighttime and most people were out of the area.

Yuuki would emerge a moment later, but she wouldn't step through all the way. Only leaning out to look around for Amane. When they locked eyes, her vacant expression, disheveled hair and clothes, and tired eyes were clear. She flashed him a small smile, but it was only her lips that conveyed the emotion. With only a gesture to follow, she disappeared back through the portal.

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When was the last time he had such a sound night of sleep? No hint of nightmares, no uncomfortable subconscious thoughts invading his rest. He was a little sore from his positioning as he slept, and likely some of his week of training still effecting him, but regardless, he was up and about with more energy than he expected. Hell, he was even helping Verr with the dinning room of the Inn.

Trying his hand at taking orders from any of the travelers who stopped by or the patrons who sat down for a meal, so he could run them to the kitchen after. Taking around a pitcher of water for any who needed refils between orders taken and orders served. Bringing orders to the tables even. It was... actually kind of nice.

Even if he could certainly feel his social reserve draining with each interaction. At least it was only for another hour now, as he was told their usual waiter was simply running late for family reasons. Then he could relax the rest of the day.

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It was actually rather nice, being at Wangshu Inn again. The room he had occupied for so long was taken, they were actually packed full, but he didn't mind just being able to sleep within the loby at all. Of course, before he'd settle down for the night, the Fox had found his way up to that top most balcony.

No Yaksha, which may have bumed him out just a little bit, but it was fine. He was sure Xiao was busy with something somewhere. Though maybe next time he sees him, if ever, he could finally introduce himself. Still, the view was still as beautiful as it ever was. Though if he were asked, he'd have to admit, even with the introspection he'd done, he was a little anxious to see his companion again.

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"Thank you, Masanori, for everything this past week." Words of gratitude spoken with a bow. Hand firm around the side of his travel bag to keep it from falling forward. Righting himself again after as he sees the Samurai wave his hand a little before crossing his arms.

"You are quite welcome, Amane, but I must thank you as well. It has been... pleasant, to have someone else nearby for a while. A reprieve from my solitude. To teach another as well. I will do my best to remember this past week."

"I'm glad we both got something out of this then." Stepping forward the Fox reaches a hand forward to the Warrior. An offer which was taken without hesitation, the two shaking briefly before parting again. "I've got a boat to catch. I'll come visit again sometime though whenever I'm in Inazuma next."

"Please do, I would be glad to spar with you again and see your growth."

The two bow to one another, before Amane turns to begin down the hill. Summoning his familiar, the crystaline Fox of ice, to trot along ahead of him and freeze a path for him to skate down along. Curving down and around the small mountain and turning toward Inazuma proper. Entering into a jog once he was on flatter ground again, Crys running right alongside him, actually rather excited to get back to Wangshu. Even for as brief a visit as it would be.

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Slumber has taken the Fox. His tail wrapped around himself, his arms folded across his chest, ears among his hair flicking in small twitches, eyes shifting behind lids, his breathing uneven, shaky, spilling out frozen mist. The growth of ice around him having already taken the floor below and the cliff wall behind, now spreading out and up intent on enveloping him. Creaking and cracking as it creeps closer and closer to it's goal of encasing him within it's glassy hold. Until, with a short whine of ice scraping ice, a complete seal had been formed.

A quarter circle of ice, within which he would sleep. Within which his subconscious would be greeted by another. By one that had graced his sleeping mind before. Being of ice, of permafrost, of the blizard itself, ancient Kin of a kind. One who would actually approach the Kit this time, instead of staring at him from afar. Who would meet him face to face, connect with, speak with, and embrace him.

Slumber has embraced the Kit of Cryo. His tail curled about his waist across his lap, his ears still among his hair, his eyes still, his breathing soft and calm. The ice around him comfoting, like the embrace of another keeping him safe. Allowing his mind to wander, to drift it's way through other parts of his subconscious, to those he holds dear. Without the worry of watching them turn to ice.

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Amane opened his mouth to respond, but for a second he found himself unable to. What a time for anxiety to hit, having brought her out here so abruptly, then unintentionally made it out like he thought so little of her just a moment ago. Now this? He'd have to swallow the nerves that had gathered in his throat, take a breath, before he could finally respond.

"The lake's deep enough here, yeah. Dive down with me, we'll stop a ways down, then close your eyes. It'll get a little chilly, then I'll tap your shoulder when you can open your eyes again." One breath, to compose himself, then another, bigger, to take in air before he twists to dive down again. Proceeding straight down, away from the surface, into the low-moonlit waters. Tail almost attempting to act like a tailfin, swinging to whichever side his leg kicks forward then back to the opposite. Only stopping once he was about mid-way between the surface and the lakebed. Briefly watching some fish swim past as he orients himself upright.

With one last look at their things, Yuuki moved deeper into the water, diving beneath the waves to follow her partner. Maybe it was because Amane was there with her, or the protection that surrounded everyone in Fontaine, but the dive wasn't so bad. All the nerves she had earlier were more or less subsiding as the duo swam through the clear water.

"Phew..." Yuuki huffed as she surfaced beside Amane. "What's up, is this the place?"

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Twice. Twice today the Fox had managed to strike down the Samurai, even with the Warrior's output having increased to match more with the brief blitz they had the other day. Masanori had allowed yesterday to be a day of rest and recovery, allowing Amane's leg to relax and heal after having pushed himself so much.

Yet, for some reason, today during these spars... it wasn't feeling like nearly as much of an issue. He could feel the muscles throb and sting in discomfort, but it was still short of actual pain. He felt he could push himself farther still, if anything. Not entirely sure where this confidence or adrenaline was coming from, whichever it was of the two.

Hell, he hadn't even touched the ice of his Vision once today. His victories throughout having been from physical efforts alone. Which, admittedly, had him fairly exhausted behind whatever it was urging him to continue. Though at the moment, he was simply waiting, wiping sweat from his face while the Samurai recovered. He had pierced into the heart he was sure, and yet the Warrior was still true to their title of 'Undying'.

Slowly, but surely, Masanori got to his feet again, blade in hand, readying himself for another bout of combat between them. Though this time with the clear difference that he was calling upon his Electro energy right away. Guiding a hand along the length of his weapon to coat it in crackling purple energy before taking a stance.

It wasn't the first time it'd been used today, but it was the first that the Warrior was intent on starting a clash with such a thing active. Taking some slow, deep breaths to help finish collecting himself again, Amane would ease into a renewed rady stance. His good leg forward, ready to push off from the ground, spear held between both hands, though the grip of his right further down the shaft looser and ready to adjust angle as needed. Eyes trained forward, and tail puffed out behind him easing side-to-side.

His next exhale causing frosted mist to spill from him, falling to the ground and spreading out around him, expanding across the arena quickly. Not forming ice, at least not yet it would seem, but coating everything with a sparkling blanket of white. His hair and fur even being coated in such over the quiet seconds that come as they stand off.

The first step taken is by Masanori, the crackling energy building and surging across his figure as he becomes a near blur of power and speed charging him down. Amane's own comes second, and with it came the cracking of ice as, with him pushing forward the frost across the ground solidifies. Sparkling white becoming clear solid sheet of pale blue.

A twitch of his tail and some of the ice rises, shifts, creating an angled slant between himself and his opponent. One simple shape, and yet it was done so quickly with so little effort, and the prior direct charge was sent askew. Distrupting the streak of lightning that was the Katana aimed for him. Opening the Warrior that wielded it to a strike at the arm to disarm, a redirect to strike at the knee, piercing between armor plates at the joint to trip, and a swift spin to bring the spear to his throat.

Both of them coming to a stop, a moment of silence, before Amane steps back and withdraws his weapon to offer a hand instead. The ice surrounding them cracking and breaking, returning to the prior sheet of frost, which now began to melt. Hand taken for the support intended.

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Short, quick, panted breaths are being taken by the Fox. Hand rising to wipe sweat from his brow and get hair out from in front of his eyes as he stumbles back a step. A cut on his cheek, his shirt sliced acros the abdomen, his other arm limp at his side, still gripping his spear hard enough to make his knuckles white. A step with his right leg faltering, making him drop to butt on the ground behind him with a wince and groan.

Letting his head back as he keeps breathing roughly for a moment longer, before he can finally manage to open his eyes again. Looking across the dirt circle arena to the armored warrrior, laid out on his back, unmoving. Blade a few feet aside, embedded into the ground.

Even if it was only once, after the dozens of spars they'd had throughout the week so far, he had downed the Samurai. It was all so quick, having pushed himself hard enough to be able to keep up with his speed and strength, which had only served to encourage Masanori to push himself in return. A sudden flurry of attacks, all strong, fast, brutal, made as if with intent to kill. Yet... he kept up with all of it.

Avoided some, deflected others, countered a couple, before finding a chance to strike out in retaliation. Swinging his spear hard, fast, slicing at the Samurai's wrist and sending his Katana flying into the air in the same motion. Taking the opening to redirect his weapon into a quick, firm thrust at the throat. Thinking of it now, his leg throbbing from the exertion, it reminded him of his encounter with a Mitachurl long ago. The one that had caused the very scar that now stung from his hip to his calf.

Some coughing breaking the silence that had fallen, the Samurai's form jerking and lurching upward into a seated position. Hand reaching up to the throat to feel over the healed wound. Even beginning to... chuckle? He was laughing, after having just been struck down?

"A good strike, my Friend!" He calls out heartily. "A wonderful display, being able to keep up with me back there. Much different than the first days you'd come to me for your training. I would say the day of introspective you had yesterday did you some good. I say its a good way to end our day. Catch your breath, wash up, get some rest." Working up to his feet, he steps closer to Amane to pat his shoulder. Turning to retrieve his blade after.

Amane, meanwhile, simply let himself fall back and laid on the ground a while longer.

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"How are you feeling, my friend?"

The Samurai's voice drew Amane's attention away from the ice he was currently carving at with his finger. One of his ears peeking just above his hair as it twitched toward him. "Uh... fine, I suppose?" A small shrug to his shoulders, turning his attention back to the ice in front. A flower, delecate, detailed, intricate.

"Still a little shaken, but... better for sure. It... was actually rather nice to get a lot of that off my chest earlier..." A soft smile coming to his face, as he resumes his work proper. A silent moment falling between the two for a short time.

"One of your outlets for your Vision?" Masanori asks.

"Sort of. It's become a hobby over the years, make a chunk of ice, carve something out of it. Basic shapes, flora, structures, animals, people. It's how I made my Familiar, Crys. It's... sometimes all I can think to do when my mind's too busy with too many things."

"It is wonderful work. You should be proud of it."

The comment gets a short snicker from the Fox, his tail behind him starting to swing some. "I am, but thank you. I sometimes carve little things for others. Mostly just for little gifts here and there, as brief as they are what with being ice and all."

"The thought is what counts most. I assume you've given one to your Friend?"

"A few, actually... though I've never been present to see the reaction. Though they have complimented my work at other times, when I've just being doing it to pass time instead of for any real reason."

"Well, while I might not know much about the subject, it does sound to me like you know exactly how you feel towards them. It's simply a matter of having to come to terms with it, and to inform them of it. As for the Fox, though... that's still a puzzle."

Amane's hand slows to a stop once again, hearing the words of advice from the Warrior. Between how he spoke of them earlier, how it felt to do so, the pain of being away from them now, and Masanori's input... it seemed he was right. He was aware of how he felt. There had just been some part of him that wasn't sure it was right, or that it'd be a good idea to pursue. Though the mention of the unknown being of his dreams after would make his hand twitch, causing a petal to snap free from the flower. The entire ice sculpture cracking, then being reduced to a mist that's collected among his hair, tail, and within his maw a moment affer.

"Rest. We will see how you've slept in the morn', and if all is well, we can continue your training." The Samurai turning to walk off, returning down to the natural arena he normally inhabited. Leaving Amane on his own the rest of the night to come.

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His awakening is abrupt, rough, lurching forward breathing hard and fast. He was... cold... familiarily cold... why was he so cold?

"Your sleep was rather disturbed." Masanori's voice, the Samurai standing a short distance away. "Is the ice a normal occurance in your slumber?"

Ice? The comment finally urged Amane to look around himself. Finding that ice had crawled up the cliff wall behind her, and began to curl out and around him. Having formed some degree of a canopy above him in his slumber. He shouldn't be put off by this, it was a normal occurance when his Vision was still wild, yet seeing it now...?

Not only did it make him worry about his control possibly slipping, but for some reason the formation it had made caused his mind to recall images. Glimpses of things he'd seen throughout some nights the past month or so. Of harsh winter, of the blizzarding Dragonspine, of the figure of a Fox who's eyes glowed the softest white and trailed frozen mist.

"I take it it's not." The Undying Warrior speaks up again.

His comment got the Inhuman's attention snapping back to him, and in the same instant the formation of ice around him would crack and fracture. Only now realizing how badly he was trembling, bringing his hands out from under the blanket around him so he could look at his hands. Uncontrollable shaking, even as he clenches them into fists. He had to get himself under control again...

A slow, long, deep breath is taken. Then another, the ice around him cracking further. Third breath, his body starting to calm down at least a little, the ice breaking and falling apart. Though as it falls it all disperses into frosted mist. Fourth breath, the mist being drawn into his hair and maw as he finds himself growing at least somewhat collected again.

"No sparring today." Masanori speaks, his large form thumping down onto the ground where he stood. "We train in another way, with words. Speak, tell your tale, tell me what ails your mind, and your rest."

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He's curled up, wrapped in a nice thick blanket, resting against the wall of the cliff. His breath slow, soft, slumber having taken him. Though there's a twitch to his hair, then another to his head minutes later. His eye lids shifting and tightenign another few minutes after. A groan, a mumble, some frost spilling from the corners of his mouth. A name whispered on his lips, then a twist of his body to turn to his side more. Ice forming along the cliff wall slowly, creeping further and further with each exhale amid his sleep.

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For some reason it felt like he just made things worse in trying to explain himself. Even with trying so hard to pick his words right to not make anything come off in the wrong way. It stung, feeling like he messed up with her yet again just before he was going to spend time elsewhere, but... it was partially exactly why he felt it best that his introspection be somewhere else, with someone else...

"I was thinking I'd head to Liyue after spending a week with Masanori..." He speaks up after a few seconds, looking at the portal she had cut open. "Check in on Verr and Wangshu Inn, see if they need anything, clean up. My down-payment should have my room covered for ten days, so... open one to Wangshu on the ninth first I suppose."

Finally, Amane's eyes would turn to Yuuki. Taking in her face, her hair, her eyes. Seemingly wanting to memorize how she looked here, now, despite the pained expression he could tell was there. He wasn't without his own pained look, after all, at the thought of being away from her for so long on such a note as this.

"I'm sorry... and thank you." Not waiting a second longer and forcing himself through the portal. Visibly shivering as he does, with the way his tail shakes, still not exactly used to such method of travel. Though he seems to gather himself quickly on the otherside, glancing quickly at his surroundings, before turning to walk out of view from the portal.

That stung more than just the need to train. He had a lot on his mind? Why was it so difficult? Was she the issue, did Amane not feel comfortable opening up to her? Before she could continue the destructive train of thought, Moon cleared her throat.

"O-oh, right. Sure. I'll drop you off at the waypoint on the cliff above him." Gripping the sword, she stepped over and cut a portal open. "So... I guess I'll open this again in a week or so? Or do you think... you'll need more time than that?"

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"... Is there even a male equivalent to that? Would I fit whatever that is?"