A Different Outcome

Indie Talon!Genji blog. This is a sideblog, thus will send asks in anon and will follow people via my main blog.

[the-multifaceted-playhouse]

Send me a “<3″ and I’ll fill this out with my muse’s response to them being with your muse in each of the scenarios below.

((So I took this from DeviantART and tweaked it a little to make it fit for the Tumblr mechanisms.))

IF WE HAD SEX: [] Against the wall. [] On a bed. [] Fast. [] Doggy style. [] In the shower. [] On the kitchen counter. [] On the washing machine. [] You’re on top. [] Anal. [] We wouldn’t. [] I don’t know… [] I am 10 and what is this?! [] Over my dead body! [] Oh, you would want that, wouldn’t you? [] The things I’d do to you, guess for you being topless has it’s advantages. IF YOU KISSED ME, I WOULD: [] Kiss back. [] Blush. [] Slap you. [] Stare at you, wondering if we would kiss again. [] Laugh about it. [] Bite your lip. [] If you work hard for it, maybe the tongues will play. [] Push you away. [] We wouldn’t. [] Sorry, my lips are not give-away gifts. IF YOU HUGGED ME, I WOULD: [] Hug back. [] Pull you closer. [] Push you away. [] Let you hug me. [] We wouldn’t. IF WE GOT MARRIED, I WOULD: [] Have children with you. [] Divorce you. [] Be faithful. [] Kill you in your sleep. [] Be the best wife/husband. [] We wouldn’t. [] Heh, married? I don’t think we’re ready to go on that level just yet. WOULD I DATE YOU: [] In a heartbeat. [] I already did. [] I am right now. [] I would but it probably wouldn’t work. [] Maybe. [] If you asked. [] No. [] I guess it all depends. IF I WOKE UP NEXT TO YOU: [] Kick you out. [] Scream. [] Cuddle. [] Smash. [] Chill. [] Look at you and go back to sleep. [] Make you breakfast. [] Kiss you. [] I wouldn’t. [] In your dreams. IF WE HAD A CHILD TOGETHER, IT WOULD BE: [] Boy. [] Girl. [] A surprise. [] We don’t. HOW DID WE MAKE IT: [] The condom broke. [] You/I didn’t pull out in time. [] On purpose. [] We were drunk. [] It just happened. [] Genetically impossible. OUR RELATIONSHIP WOULD BE: [] Together. [] On and off. [] Friends with benefits. [] Friends. [] I wouldn’t date you. [] We’re family.

[validmogai]

attraction only when drinking pepsi

I made this, sat back and looked at it, and then came to the conclusion that everyone in holland is pepsisexual

[borzboy-deactivated20180510]

@iindorilnerevar

[spiteful-dragon]

@embrace-tranquility

[embrace-tranquility]

@spiteful-dragon liked for a sinny starter.

Weiterlesen

[spiteful-dragon]

He let out a noise that could almost be mistaken for a chirp when Zenyatta brushed over one of his sensory nodes along his spine before a moan escaped him, catching his lower lip beneath sharp canines.

He glanced at Zenyatta at the plethora of affection, a shiver running up his spine. "You are quick to flatter, M-" he caught himself. No need getting student/master relationship into their sex life. "Zenyatta.", he corrected himself before another moan was ripped from his throat, fingers clutching tight at Zenyatta's shoulders. "Kuso--", he gasped out, head reeling from the press of warm metal against the sensory node at the base of his spine.

[embrace-tranquility]

@spiteful-dragon let me lick your shirt with my special enhanced robo-tongue

[spiteful-dragon]

Noooooooo

I need that shirt

[spiteful-dragon]

“Do you regret it?” ~ sxmbra-xnline

@sxmbra-xnline

“Regret what, dying? Definitely. I would not recommend it either.”, he wrinkled his nose slightly at the memory.

Cold darkness surrounding him, pulling him deeper into the abyss. There was no light at the end of the tunnel, only all-consuming darkness that threatened to drown him.Then, an electric shock that rattled through his nervous system, his vision whiting out until he was suddenly aware of his breathing, waking up in an unfamiliar location, with a body he could no longer feel.

Since then, only pain. Neural reconditioning that left him questioning what was real and what wasn’t, assassinations that haunted his waking and sleeping hours alike, and a fear of touch that he had never felt before in his life.

[spiteful-dragon]

“I’m not going anywhere.”

@embrace-tranquility

He didn’t know why it had happened, why his demons suddenly clawed at him like they did when he first defected from Talon. He was trembling, breath uneven and erratic, terrified of Talon finding him again after to so long, of Zenyatta leaving him, of being alone again–

The solid arms wrapped around him pulled him back to reality, the soft warm voice reverberating through his chest, into his core. His tense muscles slowly relaxed, leaning into the warm mass that was Zenyatta, arms slowly wrapping around Zenyatta’s back, still trembling.

“…. Thank you.”, he eventually managed, swallowing heavily in an attempt to swallow the frog that was building in his throat.

[a-illholy]

SOOOO……….. LIKE.

I am ENTHUSIASTICALLY wanting to write with you but I am SLOW. 

I AM RIDICULOUSLY HAPPY TO GET OOC MESSAGES BUT I AM SLOW.

HOLY SHIT LIKE I ALWAYS FUCKING WEEP WITH UTTER FUCKING JOY WHEN I GET ASK IC BUT I AM S LOW. 

LIKE I AM GENERALLY VERY SLOW BUT I APPRECIATE MY MUTUALS. 

I AM SUPER RIDICULOUSLY SLOW BUT I REALLY want to LIKE CULTIVATE OUR MUSES RELATIONSHIP 100000% OKAY?

I’M JUST

SO SLOW

AND I AM GRATEFUL FOR THOSE WHO WAIT

AND YES WE CAN BE SLOW TOGETHER. 

[chrmdpoet-deactivated20201207]

50 Dialogue Prompts

“It’s really not that complicated.”

“Close the door.”

“It’s three in the morning.”

“I should have told you a long time ago.”

“Why are you helping me?”

“You have to leave right now.”

“Just trust me.”

“I’ve been waiting a long time.”

“You’re in love with her.”

“Come here.”

“We could get arrested for this.”

“What are you thinking about?”

“I thought you were dead.”

“You’re never going to let that go, are you?”

“Was that supposed to hurt?”

“I can explain.”

“Love is overrated.”

“Watch me.”

“I’ve missed this.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Sometimes, being a complete nerd comes in handy.”

“I don’t owe you an explanation.”

“We have to be quiet.”

“You’re trembling.”

“I want an answer, goddammit!”

“It was you the whole time.”

“Tell me again.”

“This is why we can’t have nice things.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“You don’t see me.”

“I can’t keep kissing strangers and pretending that they’re you.”

“You could have died.”

“Prove it.”

“I might never get another chance to say this.”

“Do you regret it?”

“Tell me I’m wrong.”

“Lie to me then.”

“You’ve thought about this, haven’t you?”

“We need to talk about what happened last night.”

“I never stood a chance, did I?”

“I feel like I can’t breathe.”

“I’m only here to establish an alibi.”

“Are you drunk?”

“I still remember the way you taste.”

“How much of that did you hear?”

“What happens if I do this?”

“Why are you whispering?”

“You make me want things I can’t have.”

“I don’t want to screw this up.”

“People are staring.”

[children-ofthestars]

touch starved rp starters

“you are the worst case of touch starvation i’ve ever seen.”

“you made a mistake hugging me because i’m so touch starved i’m not letting go of you now.”

“i’m sorry but can you give a hug i need to remember what human contact feels like.”

“man you know you’re really starved for affection when someone gives you a friendly pat on the back and your knees get all wobbly.”

“so i looked it up and it’s called skin hunger, also known as touch starvation. so i’m going to hug you now and you aren’t going to complain because this has actually been affecting your mental health.”

“no one’s hugged me in years. do you mind if we stay like this a little longer?”

“keep scratching my head. it feels nice and i don’t know the last time someone did that for me.”

“the reason i am acting like a cat right now and why i’m sprawled across your lap is because i can’t remember the last time someone held me like this.”

“my video game spouse called me dear and i started crying please send help.”

[peachofcakex3]

Zeny boi can’t recognize Genji with his slick new brows eCKSDEE xDDD

enjoy my silly art <3

[spiteful-dragon]

@embrace-tranquility

[cherishedteddy-deactivated20180]

sometimes you jus gotta 🍞🥖🥐🥞🍞🥖🥐🥞🥖🍞🥐🥞🍮🥖🍞🥞🍮🥐🍞🥖🍮🍯🥐🍞🥖🥞🥐🍯🥖🍞🍮🥞🍯🥐🥖

[spiteful-dragon]

@embrace-tranquility

[bloomingjellies]

Embrace tranquility, motherfuckers

Yeah, this joke has been made a million times already but see above cause idgaf

[spiteful-dragon]

@embrace-tranquility

[spiteful-dragon]

"When's the last time you washed your hair, mijo? You're filthy." (gaybriel-re-yes)

@gaybriel-re-yes

“Just a few days ago, actually. It’s not my fault Akande tossed me into a mud puddle during training.”, he signed, grumbling as he shook his head, splattering mud off his hair.

Training with Akande was always fun, that was until he got flung into the world’s largest mud puddle, which promptly got into all of his joints and wiring, leaving everything feeling like he was somewhere behind his actual body. Not something new considering the dissociation periods he had, but it was still annoying.

“If you can help me get this mud out of my joints, that would be great.”, he continued to sign, shifting uncomfortable at the mud still covering him. Suspiciously, Akande was nowhere to be seen. Though if you listened hard enough, one could still hear his roaring laughter from outside.

[gaybriel-re-yes]

“That’s what you get for underestimating him,” Gabe said simply, a chuckle in his voice as he made his way to the bathroom. He still found it odd that no matter where they were stationed, Talon always gave him a room that had one despite him reminding them time and time again that he had no use for it. Even so, it was a small blessing this time, and as he got a rag damp he called out to Genji once more.

“In here, Stinky, let’s see if we can find the dragon under all that muck, yeah?”

[spiteful-dragon]

In response to Gabriel's teasing he stuck his tongue and blew a raspberry.

He didn't object much beyond that, letting Reaper begin to wash the dirt off of him, picking at the mechanical joints of his fingers to get the mud out of there. He pressed a small valve at the base of his skull, which caused the armoring along his spine to release, which Genji pulled in front of him, scrubbing at its surface and within the sensitive connections on its back to get mud out of there.

It left his sensory nodes completely exposed though, flinching a little whenever the sponge Gabriel was holding brushed over a sensory node.

[spiteful-dragon]

"When's the last time you washed your hair, mijo? You're filthy." (gaybriel-re-yes)

@gaybriel-re-yes

“Just a few days ago, actually. It’s not my fault Akande tossed me into a mud puddle during training.”, he signed, grumbling as he shook his head, splattering mud off his hair.

Training with Akande was always fun, that was until he got flung into the world’s largest mud puddle, which promptly got into all of his joints and wiring, leaving everything feeling like he was somewhere behind his actual body. Not something new considering the dissociation periods he had, but it was still annoying.

“If you can help me get this mud out of my joints, that would be great.”, he continued to sign, shifting uncomfortable at the mud still covering him. Suspiciously, Akande was nowhere to be seen. Though if you listened hard enough, one could still hear his roaring laughter from outside.

[spartiatis-foinix]

[ wrap ] for your muse to walk into the room and say nothing before wrapping their arms around my muse. - spiteful-dragon 👀

@spiteful-dragon

Damon’s normal reaction to being snuck up on was violence, but considering who his husband was and the fact that he was in their room, the Spartan wasn’t shocked. He felt the arms wrap around him, excess static instantly disappearing.

It was good to see the upgrades worked on only who Damon could assume was his lover. “Long day?” He asked, leaning his head back to look at Genji

[spiteful-dragon]

He grumbled against Damon's shirt, eyebrows furrowed and muscles still tense from the mission he had returned from. It was supposed to be easy - just recon. Instead he got Talon soldiers in his face, and that did the worst kinds of things to his mental state.

Right now he just wanted quiet, his husband's arms around him, and reassurance that Talon had no hold on him anymore. ".... Ran into Talon. Recon my ass, Morrison dropped the ball, he never mentioned Talon presence in the area.", he was pissed, rightfully so in his eyes; he didn't want to be anywhere near Talon anymore, he had made it painfully clear. He did not want to risk his failsave being pulled.

[itsjustonebullet]

{Raise your hand if you've ever felt like a shitty rp partner.}

[glorenelya]

[spiteful-dragon]

A new beginning - closed thread

[zhartha]

spiteful-dragon

He scoffed at Zenyatta’s words, shifting his jaw a little, the barest glint of sharp fangs where his cheeks would be glinting in the sun shining overhead. “I’m not lying to anyone.”, and that, in itself, was one big fat lie as well, eyebrows still furrowed. He knew the Monk was conciously giving him a path to escape, which just made him all the more suspicious.

His eyes narrowed at Zenyatta’s request to speak the truth, glancing around again. “…. What do you want.”, he could only guess what kind of ulterior motive this Shambali had, though the Shambali generally weren’t known to have ulterior motives - he couldn’t help but be paranoid. Paranoia is what had kept him alive for so long, and what had kept him from being returned to Talon as well.

Was this a set-up? Did Talon finally find him? Was this Monk sent to purposely bump into him so that they could have the jump on him while he was distracted talking to him? Did they really think he was that gullible? One hand, hidden inside the long cloak he was wearing, was resting on the grip of his short blade, which he had strapped to the back of his hips. It was easy to hide, and he knew how to smuggle weapons through any airport, which made travelling very handy.

Insolence in action, how thickly words were coated in spite, as if he were to lash with sharpened teeth, bite hard; as if he were a savage to be forgotten, to soak his tongue in cooling fluid, and to find silken ash staining fingers to hide assault upon a monk. Zenyatta would antagonize, for there was a moment of breath in each instance, to stare down the barrel of a gun, to have fingers curled tight within his wiring, inaction the only separation of immobility. Tantalizing, compelling.

The once-monk interlocked his fingers, palms pressed together, pressure drawing attention from the sweet kiss, cloying as it was, of a fight– it would be hypocritical to argue for one, to compel and sway the ways of life to change for his passing, brief needs, when he stood solely for peace between all. Human, omnic, though his breed differed from Mondatta– it pained, how stertorous the thought.

“I want your honesty, though not to myself.” Words would be kinder than the wind, than the storm that drifts the way to the mountain; he would see himself nestled safely at the monastery, as safe as one could be with such terrible snow storms and the concern of all weighed heavy upon his shoulders, though he surmised the cold would leave few dead and inconvenience in the way of snow piles and outed communication. 

“Who do you run from, my friend?”

[spiteful-dragon]

He averted his eyes, notisably however briefly he did so, uncertainty in his eyes. If Talon had indeed found him they would have aready acted. But there was nothing, only him, the Monk in front of him, and the distinct sound of a crowd by the main streets.

“.... Nobody you want to associate with.”, he averted the subject, refusing to even say Talon’s name. They had spies just about everywhere, and it felt too risky to even acknowledge their presence, lest they found him.

“If I were you, I’d forget you even met me. I being only trouble.”, it was true, when he had first escaped, he had been taken in by a young woman who had taken pity on him, helped him recover from his physical ailments. Talon found him, and killed her, and he refused to have that fate come to anyone else. So, he relief only on himself, refused to trust others, they’d only end up dead if he did.