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@little.radish
23 / male / men / 9♣

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My Self-Summary

Lan Sizhui is a cultivator from Ancient China, where he spent most of his time hunting monsters, ghosts, spirits, et cetera and so forth. He has an extremely calm and refined exterior, his appearance is dignified, but he's usually seen with a faint smile.

He is a Good Boy and will likely try to befriend anyone, even if they're not too friendly themselves.

My Future Plans

It may sound like the same thing a lot of people are saying, but I would like to finish the game here, however necessary, and perhaps finally get to go back home.

My Talents

I'm well-versed in sword-fighting, martial arts, horseback riding, archery, playing the guqin, cooking, gardening. I could list many more things, although I think that's a pretty broad enough list of some things I enjoy doing.

Ah, well, perhaps meditating too?

Favorite Books, Movies, Music, and Food

I've read too many books to choose just one. I've not seen many movies, but if I had to pick one out of the few I have, I would go with Strange Magic. Besides my own, perhaps piano music? Jazz and classical are also top-tier choices. As for food choices... as long as it's edible, I'm not all that picky.

My Ideal Partner

People who aren't going to judge if my shape changes? Because that's a thing that happens at the end of every month.

Oh! I suppose, ah, durable partners would be important.

Height 5'6" Body Type Slim but toned in the arms and legs. Smokes No. Drinks Sometimes. Drugs No... Sign Sign? Capricorn Education Well-educated Occupation Cultivator? Income ??? Children None. Pets I had a cute little group of these creatures called Pokémon back on the last world I was on. Hobbies Besides what was listed above?

art credit: one. two. three. four. five.

01. WINE OR BEER

Wine.

.02 CLOWNS OR MIMES

Clowns...?

.03 SHOWER OR BATH

Both, depending.

.04 PIRATES OR NINJAS

Both. Again, situation depending.

.05 TITS OR ASS

Does this really matter?

.06 COFFEE OR TEA

Tea.

.07 SPICY OR SWEET

Sweet.

.08 SUMMER OR WINTER

Winter.

.09 LEATHER OR LACE

Lace.

10. ROUGH SEX OR GENTLE SEX

Yes.

Personality Type
Protagonist: ENFJ-A

ENERGY

68%

Extraverted

MIND

62%

Intuitive

NATURE

71%

Feeling

TACTICS

88%

Judging

IDENTITY

86%

Assertive

personality test. art credit.

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Comments

text; @ZORO

[gripping]

by the way
it was washing dishes if we didn't finish
you're welcome

text;

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Washing dishes? Really? [what a lame punishment—] I suppose there probably would've been a lot of them after all that.

Thank you, regardless. I'm glad you didn't get in trouble.

[gripping]

i think we'd still be in there if we didn't finish

un: Lianfeng-zun

[taintedpeony]

Sizhui, Please meet me somewhere, I have a gift for you and would love to check in on you if we can. I hope you are doing well.

audio; un: lan.sizhui

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Hello, Jin-zongzhu! It's nice to hear from you and I hope you're also doing well. You said you have a gift for me...? [awww, that's so kind. he feels a little sheepish but.]

Do you know where the Cloud Dwelling Garden is?

[taintedpeony]

I do. [It was something he had noticed was missing from the moment he saw Lan Sizhui again.]

Did you wish to meet at the entrance? I can grab some snacks and food on the way and perhaps we can have a picnic and chat.

action; accidental arcade aphro

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[when lan sizhui comes to chickadee's, it's usually nearer to the afternoon or perhaps early evening; he's well-aware how the scene changes later into the night and, while he isn't nervous, per se, he does know that things can become more questionable during those times.

however, he's been doing his best to branch out despite this, welcoming somewhat darker themes into his life, even if it means being wary of doing so at first. as it stands with the arcade, it seems like one of the safer venues when compared to places like the smoked egg and naked yolk or house finch, with less chance of happening across couples engaged in far kinkier scenarios than one might expect to see.

he can also distract himself with the games, which is currently what he's deciding on, trying to choose between a rhythm game with handheld controllers and bright, flashing lights or a racing game with twin mechanical motorcycles that he assumes are meant to be sat on and ridden like one would do with an actual bike.

with really no other choice – unless he wants to have his watch randomize something – he turns to the nearest person that happens by then,] Excuse me, [he starts, hoping to get the man's attention and as long as he does, he asks,] Which of these do you think is better? I haven't tried either of them yet and I'm curious about both, but I don't know where I should start.

[gurge]

[ one thing remains constant with arcades: you can have fun alone, but it's always better with someone else. ]

[ something of a loner at heart throughout the too-long days of his youth, Getou endeavors stubbornly to do the first, selfishly hogging and wearing himself somewhat thin on DDR — one of many games from his home world with which he's familiar. there are several of the machines, and he knows the music on one from long hours after school and training, his body able to find the rhythm and steps with ease after years of beating martial arts into his body, and that becomes self-evident in the way he moves. he accrues a crowd eventually, but it doesn't last long; he still has the self-control to shirk acclaim. ]

[ not really the type of company he's looking for. ]

[ in need of electrolytes and hydration, he makes his first mistake of many he will that evening: buying a sports drink from the concessions and guzzling it down. a freshening up in the bathroom to rinse the sweat off of his neck and tie his sweater around his waist, he reemerges in a clingy t-shirt looking for something else to appease the boredom and finds himself being enticed by... soft features, full cheeks, small. pretty mouth. it takes him a moment to track round, dark eyes to the gestured offerings over his shoulder and back again with slow assessment. ]

You've never played this one? [ he votes immediately, confidently. definitely no ulterior motive. a payment scanner is between the two bikes, and Getou climbs atop one, a long leg swinging over the bike, straddling it in powerful thighs. he's big enough that it looks a little... comical. his wrist, however, slides across the mount between, registering a purchase for two riders. ]

C'mon, my treat.

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[funnily enough, the dancing game that getou was doing so well at is one sizhui's quite familiar with, and for some of the same reasons, even; if given a choice between it and something else, he would choose it in a heartbeat, no questions asked, all too happy to test his skills atop the dance pad.

except the whole reason he's here tonight is branching out and playing something he isn't familiar with, thus an entirely different movement game and the odd motorbikes, the former of which might also remind him a little of martial arts, too.

should a time come where he could have a chance to watch getou on ddr (or maybe go against him?), though, he will seize that without hesitation as well. as it stands currently, after he takes a moment to realize that sizhui's asking him for his opinion, getou seems to make a decision. his eyebrows lift in astonishment when the other male scans his watch for the cycles, he opens his mouth like he might protest, huffs a laugh – hey, at least it wasn't at how getou looks? – then sets the controllers aside, moving to climb on the bike across from him.]

Well, if you insist!

[being a bit smaller in stature, it's easier for him to fix himself onto the seat, initially situating like he's about to ride a horse, but adjusting once it dawns on him he'll have to hold the handlebars.] Ah... hm. Do forgive me if I look foolish. [another breath, this one more exasperated-sounding, but with no actual heat behind it.] I must ask, is this anything like riding an actual motorbike?

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[gripping]

( one random afternoon, sizhui will get a picture. )

do you want this thing

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[oh zoro, you have no idea how excited he is right now.]

You don't want it?

text; @111______

[figured]

it's eunhyuk. i found some seeds you might like.

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Hello there, Eunhyuk! Did you now?

What sort of seeds did you find?

un; RedBladeMaster

[cursedsaber]

I hope you are doing well, young master Sizhui.

It has been some time, and I hope you are faring well. I have heard from Gaungyao that we may be setting up a time to catch up and perhaps share a meal.

text;

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Hello, Chifeng-zun! I'm doing well and I hope that you are doing the same.

That's correct. I wasn't exactly sure on a time, but any day works for me, really. I don't have anything keeping me busy during the evenings. [or anyone, for that matter.]

JULY EVENT, red string

[leavening]

[Hyunsu is having A Day. Or well actually he's been having A Few Days and the resort's tattoo has finally prevailed in knocking his softer side out for awhile. Not ideal, but his darker side feels better equipped to deal with all this.

Although the strings are a bit of conundrum, if he's honest. Really odd thing to wake up to. But since he has nothing better to do he finds himself wandering the halls following one of the red strings. Eventually he ends up near the gym area. Definitely a change from the arcade that Hyunsu usually hides out in.

He wanders into the gym with an easy sort of confidence that is very different from Hyunsu's normal body language as he continues to follow the string, until finally he spots Sizhui. He tilts his head, curious. He recognizes him from when Hyunsu--the softer, kinder Hyunsu--spoke to him upon his arrival. He was embarrassed, and honestly, seemed pretty soft himself. And yet, here he is practicing fighting moves.

Hyunsu approaches him slowly, his head cocked slightly in curiosity and his eyes faintly glowing an eerie blue.]

Hoh. This is interesting. You fight?

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[the strings aren't something that sizhui's been paying much attention to. he spares them glances here or there but otherwise? they go mostly ignored and he focuses his attention on more important things, like making sure he's keeping up with his training.

it wouldn't do for him to end up even softer, after all.

he's currently wielding a wooden sword that he's swinging from right to left, striking one of the dummies that he has set up right across the torso from shoulder to hip; a perfect slice if it'd been with an actual weapon. instead, there's an obvious scraping noise of wood hitting the fabric-covered surface, signaling the connection and prompting sizhui to step back and strike again, this time with a stabbing motion that's aimed right where the ribs would be.

the cultivator senses hyunsu's presence before he hears him and he's already turning to face the other male, a smile curving his mouth initially, although he softens at the sight of those wild blue eyes. definitely not something he's used to seeing on his friend, but maybe there's an explanation! like those... what are they called? contact lenses?

still, it makes no sense why hyunsu would be wearing such things unless he needs them to enhance his eyesight for whatever reason, which would make sense but doesn't explain why he'd choose such a color. hmmm.]

I do! It's all part of my cultivator training.

cont.

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[restraint is something he's been taught since he was real young; it's followed him throughout adulthood and, despite not being on his homeworld, it's come along with each world he's visited and hasn't wavered too easily. hua cheng was able to break it during their first meeting and if given the chance, he could probably break it again, but he's not at all expecting the sort of kiss that he receives.

he lets himself be pulled closer, one arm raising to encircle hua cheng's shoulders, effectively holding him in place when their mouths meet. the kiss is heated and meticulous, giving but not taking more than is asked, which is something else sizhui enjoys about hua cheng alongside the way he kisses. his breath exhales between them in a soft little groan, another thing he's unable to help, and even though he doesn't regret it, he does feel himself warming again at the thought of them pretty much making out in front of this stranger.

whenever they come apart, he huffs softly, eyes half-lidded as he holds hua cheng's gaze, his pulse skipping a beat at the hunger he can see. if they weren't in the middle of the market, he would yank hua cheng back in for more, yet he resists, grinning outright following his question.]

Yes, it was. More than proper, actually, and perhaps even a little improper. [a beat] Which isn't a complaint, though.

licks him

[juhua]

[ hua cheng can't help but laugh at that, then tilts his head in acknowledgement: sizhui is right, the kiss was a little improper. but hua cheng is no gentleman, and he's not inclined to make a secret out of how attractive he finds sizhui, so if they both come away from it a little hot and bothered, he can't find it in himself to apologize. he just lets his gaze trace the lines of sizhui's face, warm and desirous, before he finally loosens his arm a little to let sizhui pull away. ]

What a relief, to know that I haven't disappointed you. [ unlike sizhui, hua cheng has no compunctions about making out in front of anyway, but he can tell that sizhui is a little bit shy about it, which is the only reason he doesn't lean back in for another.

he does, however, duck his head so he can press his lips to sizhui's ear, obscured from the eyes of the shopkeeper, and whispers, ] I wonder if I might convince you to come someplace a little more private with me, so I can show you my full appreciation.

cont. (cw: somnophilia)

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[unbeknownst to sizhui, his room has been invaded and he's about to be used in a way he's only ever experienced one time before, except this time, he'll be the one doing the fucking rather than the other way around— which will be different but still pleasurable in a way that he hasn't participated in.

there is the feeling of being watched for a moment, though it goes as quickly as it came and when he's moved onto his back again, it happens rather easily, one hand draped across his midsection while the opposite arm raises and rests across his face, his breath a little heavier than it'd been before yet not in a way that seems like he's woken up. his hips jump at the sudden rush of air on his lower-half, a soft, breathy sigh passes his lips then he makes an incoherent-sounding noise whenever wriothesley's hands begin stroking his cock. there's a wriggle in response, but he still sleeps on, humming quietly, his face rubbing against the crook of his elbow.

at least when wriothesley apologizes, he won't have to worry about sizhui being upset; this isn't his first time and it certainly won't be the last, he imagines.]

Crawling in fifty years late with starbucks o|-<;

[armwriostle]

[Wriothesley watches Sizhui's reactions like a hawk, pupils blown wide as he takes in every bit of the man he was touching. His own cock twitches and aches and he no longer can hold himself back once Sizhui's length was fully hard.

Excitement thrummed to his very core.

Wriothesley moved to straddle the other, lining Sizhui's cock with his wanting hole, before slowly sinking down on the smaller man's length with a shaky exhale. Pleasure bloomed as he feels the aching pleasure of being stretched open. The ecstasy of being filled to the brim.]

cont.

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[the cultivator loves it for another reason, which is mostly that people being rough with him means they look at him and don't think he'll break so easily— but the feeling of being alive is another part of the roughness he'd learned about way back when his very first partner had manhandled him against a wall.

while sizhui's also enjoying himself, there's one little thing that he's concerned about: his new anatomy. his body has never been this particular way before and, though he has a feeling wriothesley won't judge him at all, he still feels a little nervous about revealing himself to someone he's only known for a short time. not that he can really think about that whenever wriothesley is grinding against him in such a manner and stroking the base of his tail. it draws a moan deep from his throat, his own hips thrusting in return, rubbing their lower-halves together with more friction rather than retreating like the other part of his mind tells him to do.]

Oh, we've only just begun to touch on brattiness. [his hips move again and he grips wriothesley's hair harder, his head shifting so he can drag his teeth across the shell of his ear before he continues,] I can be a real menace when the time calls for it.

[armwriostle]

[There's definitely nothing to worry about with how Wriothesley's tail wags and he seems way too keen to enjoy whatever there is to come. If there's anything that Wriothesley will quickly learn, it was that he apparently had very little qualms about the specifics of anatomy.

His breath comes out shaky, feeling enamel graze the sensitive skin of his ear. His hand glides down Sizhui's tail before circling his fingers around part of it and yanking.]

Oh~? A brat needs to be put in place then. Do you think I'm just going to let you act as you please? [His breath comes out warm against Sizhui's neck.] It seems that people haven't been doing well to remind you to be good. It seems I have my work cut out for me...

cont.

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Well, [he starts, pausing just long enough to raise a hand, his index finger coming over to tap rinne's lips.] I was thinking about my neck first and then we could see where it goes from there.

[a soft, breathy little sigh passes his lips as his pants come undone, freeing his erection from some of the restrictive material, though it still leaves enough to offer some extra friction as rinne's hand wraps around his cock. his hips jump at the touch, immediately pressing closer, which forces the rest of their bodies to become more flush with each other, too.

if anything, he could wipe the mess on sizhui's shirt and the cultivator won't complain too much, considering that he plans to return to his room after all is said and done.]

[riskybeenus]

That so?

[He chuckles, and now that he's not so keyed up, having already spent himself inside Sizhui's mouth earlier. Since he's not as conscious now of the possibility of being caught, he's more emboldened to do what he wants, tilting his head and lowering it to his neck, so that he can press a feather-light kiss to his neck, so tender that it was almost easy to miss.

In contrast, his fingers work his cock with a little more ease, sliding up and down and squeezing the base. He speaks against his skin, focusing on letting his breath tickle it.]

Ya like when yer neck gets attention, sweetheart?