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PLOTTING CALL <3
LI SHANG
The lean was fine, as was the head tilt his direction. Shang might not be the most physically affectionate person in the world, but he never really shied away from it. Robin needed it, and as he sits here in the quiet, his arm around Robin’s shoulder, he gets more and more comfortable with it as the time ticks by. His shoulders relax, his rubbing slows and turns more to small grips every now and then to try and reassure the other.
He doesn’t look Robin’s way until he feels the man move more. A brow lifts as he sees Robin shift his position. Shang’s motions stop all together, he even lifts his arm a little bit out of confusion. Did he need to get comfortable or was this his way of saying it just wasn’t the same as being comforted by a true friend? Much to Shang’s surprise, it was Robin looking to get even more affection from him.
There’s a twitch on his lips into the makings of a smile as Robin turns and presses himself right against Shang. He’s leaned back a bit to try and see what Robin was doing. There’s a grin and a small sigh before his hands come down to wrap around the big softie and return the hug. His hand rubs Robin’s back then, letting the moment linger.
“I’m sorry, Robin.” Feeling a little more vulnerable, he opens up. “I know what the army does to love and family. I had hoped you wouldn’t be here long enough to have it happen to you.”
He was somewhat surprised at how the other was responding to the claimed affection. Then again, on another note, he was not. Robin often acted from strong intuition. Had his body felt any hesitance towards making such a move due to the other’s probably discomfort, he wouldn’t have done it. However, he didn’t feel any reason not to.
A content breath came from him, allowing himself to enjoy the warmth and comfort of someone else’s touch. “You know --- you’re not all that bad once one gets to know you better.” he mumbled against the other’s shoulder, his tone obviously hinting towards the statement being a joke even though it remained on the softer side. “I swear I am not as sappy as I seem.”
His forehead lingered against the other’s shoulder for a moment longer before he slowly retreated. His sleeve wiped across his eyes as he sniffled, forcing himself to snap out of it with a shake of his head.
“I will not tell the others about this. Wouldn’t want to ruin your tough reputation.” a snicker came from him before he paused. “Who have you lost?” he asked without much thought, brows slightly furrowing as he wondered.
9, 22, 24, 26.
Vanilla Sunday Meme
9. Is your muse attracted to any features in particular? He appreciates lots of different things and he doesn’t really have a type. Robin likes eyes and can be mesmerized by the different scales of colors. He also likes people who move gracefully and have nice lines when it comes to their physique and movements.
22. Does your muse read smut, own magazines, or watch p-rn? Robin doesn’t own much at all so no, he wouldn’t own or use these kinds of things. Robin prefers his own imagination anyway.
24. Is your muse a top, a bottom, or a switch? Do they have a lean? Robin is a switch. He doesn’t necessarily have a preference --- he mainly wants to make his partner comfortable and would adjust to their wishes.
26. Do they have sex frequently, occasionally, or rarely? Robin is a very affectionate person. Intercourse is just another way for him to show his affection towards a specific person. Robin is a very monogamous individual, who most definitely is loyal to one person at a time when it comes to romance. But when he is dedicated, he would prefer to be intimidate more often than not. When he doesn’t have that kind of relationship with anyone, it’s not really a priority and he could do without.
okay but rn i really want one of those cliche ‘we’re broken up but i never changed my emergency contact and now i’m in hospital and ?? why are you here first at my side you didn’t have to come’ sort of plots with all the angst
JACK FROST
❝ You know what you need – a snow day. It’s guaranteed to improve your health. ❞
Head tilted back a bit as a laugh came from the redhead, followed by a shake of his head. “A snow day?” he repeated, raising his brows. “Do you have any idea how dreadful it is to sleep in the forest during a blizzard, my friend?”
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LI SHANG
“Uh… well––” Shang’s hand comes up to rub the back of his neck. There’s a tint of heat that passes along his skin, rising over his shoulders and into his cheeks. He manages to keep his head angled just enough that he hopes Robin will think it’s just the lighting from the tent making those colours change along his face.
Shang’s family was not the most affectionate physically. His father’s form of affection was teasing remarks and a few little comments here and there. His mother was the more affectionate one. She used to comb his hair with her fingers and rub his back when he would cry. But he’d lost her so long ago that communicating with physical affection was almost a lost language at this point. Robin needed it. And to hear him speak so plainly about how much that kind of reassurance meant to him was –– hard to take.
Shang had never been poor. His family was well off, his father and grandfather had both had very substantial roles in the army their whole lives, providing for their family wasn’t even a thought.
His hand runs down the back of his neck, stopping at his shoulder as he looks across the table at the other.
“It’s… not exactly the most appropriate ––” He wasn’t even sure how to finish that sentence. His lips purse for a moment. He decides it’s better not to finish what he was about to say. Why bother making Robin feel guilty for what he needed. Certainly no one else would give that affection to him, right? And… even if they did, they weren’t the one who had just read the letter with Robin, or the one who had tried to make Robin feel more comfortable here.
Backed into a bit of a corner thanks to his guilt and bleeding heart that he often hides, Shang looks back up at Robin and gives a bit of a defeated sigh.
He shifts his weight, sliding his body to the edge of the table closest to Robin. He says nothing, he barely even looks at the other. But he extends a hand, placing it on Robin’s back and gently rubs it. Swallowing thickly, unsure if this was really helping, Shang looks at Robin from the corner of his eye.
Was this alright?
It had not been a request of any sort, for he had not expected to gain anything from it. His words were just meant to explain himself. The General’s first response only confirmed that. No, it wasn’t appropriate in army-environments. Perhaps it also had something to do with culture --- Robin wasn’t entirely sure of that one. Robin even sensed some discomfort coming from the other male and that was alright.
“No---, no, don’t worry about it. I understand.” he responded with a shake of his head. Making someone else uncomfortable for his sake was something that wouldn’t be worth it; no matter how grand his own heartache was. Like the redhead had mentioned before, he already was an exception and he was well-aware of that position. He wasn’t trying to take advantage of it in any way and it wasn’t like he was exactly proud of such a thing --- not when it came from all the negativity that seemed to surround him ever since he set foot in the training camp.
Eyes darted to the other when he shifted closer, a bit surprised and confused about the sudden movement. His breath got caught in his throat when a large hand was placed between his shoulders, an immediate warmth radiating through the fabric onto his skin. Eyes closed as he felt the warmth spread at the gentle rubs. After a moment, he opened his eyes again with a soft, content sigh.
His head titled slightly to the side, hazel orbs slowly daring to look up at the other. It only took one smooth movement for his temple to be placed against the other’s large shoulder. His torso followed shortly after, turning a bit towards the other’s frame as arms wrapped around the General’s waist; first rather lazily, only to tighten a bit shortly after.
❝ You two remind me of some funny boys I met in a dream. ❞
TIM BURTON’S FILM’S PROMPTS !
A brow quirks and an amused smile grew upon the redhead’s lips. Funny boys --- at least the description was somewhat suitable when it came to Johnny and himself. For a moment Robin considered whether he knew the female or not. He had to admit she didn’t look all that familiar. “We’re these boys this good looking as well, ma’am?” he asked, followed by a short laugh.
(( so someone should give me advise because i'm lost. i have these bradley cooper icons, they're great and i can try reddening his hair. but for animated rob i don't have human icons ( even tho i mostly write him as a human) WHAT TO DO ))
LI SHANG
His exception.
There’s something far more intimate in that phrase than Shang is expecting. He looks up at Robin, puzzled and truthfully trying to find if there was any hidden meaning behind it. He couldn’t see Robin hiding anything, really. He was generally an open book. Every moment Shang had spent with the other had been filled with truths and openness. Shang… hadn’t exactly returned the favour.
Looking down, Shang takes his attention to his hands. His thumb works at massaging the palm of his other hand, the action something he does when unsure and nervous. Much like Robin’s need to ground himself, Shang feels the need to busy himself with something other than his wild thoughts and uncertainty for how to act. Shang was always a man with a plan, but here, he had none. He relied on Robin to tell him what he needed. And it was a very off putting thing for the General.
Shang’s brows crease in confusion as he raises his head.
“For the… day?” He wasn’t sure what that meant. His harsh look is not without genuine attempt to understand. As a whole he was an intimidating man, and his looks of confusion were often confused with anger or annoyance. More than anything, he searches Robin’s face for guidance in the moment. But what the other reveals is limited.
“Could what?” Shang asks, tone holding a bit of hesitance in his willingness to go along. Not until he knew what the other was about to ask.
What did friends do?
A silent scoff came with the thought of that concept being a little too vague for the General. How could on be someone’s friend for just a day? ---Wasn’t friendship to last forever? He understood his confusion about such statements. Especially considering Robin was more open to affection than many other men were. Besides, perhaps it was even a foolish request. One that could not be made towards your leading General.
Wrapping an arm around Mrs. Rabbit’s shoulder had always been so helpful, though. Robin believed that that was what got her through the day --- more so than the gold he delivered. Words of kindness, an affectionate touch, a sympathetic smile..
Robin couldn’t deny the other man was trying, for he certainly was. The redhead most definitely appreciated his attempts and didn’t want to ask for more than what the other man could offer. He thought about it for a moment. Could he see the General offering him a comforting embrace like Johnny would? No. He wasn’t Johnny. There weren’t years of friendship and understanding rooting their relationship.
“Forget it, it was silly to even consider.” he scoffed with a shake of his head. Another sniffle followed as his gaze casted downwards again. “It would’ve been nice to have friend here at troubling times.” he admitted, head titling a bit to the side. “---You probably haven’t noticed already, but I’m quite extravagant---” he joked a bit, shrugging his shoulders. “---affectionate. When you are poor that is all you have to offer to others. And it’s worth more than coin, too. I realize this is not the environment for it, but, you know, I could use some.” His chest heaved as he inhaled sharply, nostrils flaring at the sigh of an exhale.
HONEY LEMON
It seemed as if Honey Lemon rarely had much free time these days, but it wasn’t as if she didn’t enjoy the things she was doing. Between lessons and hobbies, she always managed to carve out some time to sit with the community center kids and either guide them through safe chemical experiments or help with homework. Today, she had just finished up with a particularly talkative child when she was approached. Honey Lemon politely excused herself from the kid’s table and turned her attention to the redhead.
❝ Honey Lemon, yes! ❞ She grabbed his hand and shook it enthusiastically. ❝ And you’re Robin, right? I’ve heard so much about you~! ❞
Everyone at the center spoke highly of the man, of his character and talents, and Honey Lemon wondered . ❝ It’s great to finally get to meet you! ❞
An immediate smile graced his already charming features, returning the enthusiastic handshake with a hint of amusement. She certainly already seemed like the type who fitted doing volunteer-work such as this. “Hopefully only good things, ma’am.” he bowed his head playfully, followed by a chuckle.
“I’ve been meaning to meet you but it somehow slipped my fingers. I do apologize. It’s good to finally be able to do so.” His hand retreated into his pockets and his head casually titled to the side. “You’re doing the tech-activities right? ---the experiments?”
JASMINE
“No thank you. A doctor isn’t necessary. I was just talking to one.” She stated, as the camel turned around to trot away. Turns out, the camel didn’t enjoy conversing with the princess in disguise. The princess shook her head and shrugged her shoulders, before shifting her body towards him.
Bowing her head, a smile was presented upon her lips. “Is there something I can help you with?”
Brows raised before he bursted into laughter. Palms were raised in the air. He could see how he might come across as some kind of criminal who tried to trick her into coming with her only to do to her whatever god forbids. He hadn’t even considered that bit until this point for he wasn’t such a man.
“No, I can’t say there is.” he responded with a shake of his head, amusement still upon his features. “Are you quite sure you are alright, though? You do look a bit out of place if you don’t mind me say so.”
Hold my hand bro we’re crossing the street
Why is “pretty boy” considered an insult like call me a pretty boy Call me a pretty boy right now I want to be the prettiest boy you’ve ever seen