this particular form of the high elder manifests in the same size of a very long cat, and draped himself ‘round la mancha’s shoulders in a similar unbothered capacity. were he bothered with speaking the common tongue, dan feng might clarify not to mistake this as some kind of affection, and that he felt it convenient to observe the denizens of the luofu from such a perch. any teasing about such would be met with a proud raise of the dragon’s chin, a rumbling crowing noise, and a responding puff of cloudhymn.
"Aw, so you do like me. Was the whole snobby prince act just that, o' great and mighty Yinyue-jun?"
He couldn't help but tease, as this seemed like a very narrow window of opportunity when he'd get the chance. Seated on a recliner on a balcony of a ritzy townhouse he'd been lent during his stay aboard the Luofu, it overlooked the quiet Healer's Market that seemed worlds apart from what he'd heard of it. Of course, the Alchemy Commission was sprawling: for a ship that played host to tens of billions of people, its space-folding technology likely meant that billions lived in this delve alone, each probably the size of a planet on the inside, and that said enough of a ship already that large. Of course, Alonso was grateful. He possessed a degree of anonymity, seeming at most like an eccentrically dressed outlander rather than the infamous La Mancha, which he hardly resented.
Maybe he really was getting old. The warm sun, the shady balcony, the perfect temperature akin to an eternal spring day... he could nod off like this. And lucky for him, the girth of Dan Feng's reptilian body slotted snugly into the nape of his neck, making for a perfect pillow he took advantage of. Propping his feet up with a relaxed sigh, he cracked an eye open and stole a quick nuzzle from the silly if younger immortal, knowing he'd earn a scandalized look. Folding his arms on his stomach, lulled by the rustling of a warm breeze through the maple trees, he began to nod off with his new pillow somewhat trapped.
Well, not like his friends would believe him. It'd be too ridiculous, even for the High Elder, wouldn't it?
'' Point 1: construct a structure. Gather as many fat white stones as you can, preferrably the oval ones, and put them all in a large circle.
Point 2: keep constructing. Start gathering twigs and branches like you're a bird building a nest, but you're going to set this nest on fire. On top of the bed of branches and twigs, you should stack in a circle some bigger, taller branches, and tie the tops together in a clockwise order.
Point 3: FIREBALL! And marshmallows. And chocolate. Enjoy your s'mores!
Point 4: technical problems. If you're me, at some point your good intentions to not set the whole place you're staying on fire will back...fire spectaculary. Let's just say that it'll turn into a fountain and a certaint somebody will try to feed you soggy marshmallows as a lesson and you WILL cry, and his heart made of stone will not yield to your pleas. ''
three random prompts from the a-z nsfw meme pretty please for either jing yuan or stelle.
A-Z NSFW headcanons. accepting! | @cloudhymn
My Stelle is hella ace so all these are going to Jing Yuan
drive — how high is their sex drive? are they hyposexual, hypersexual, or somewhere in between? does it change depending on the circumstance? how often do they have sex?
Definitely in between. While his sex drive is nowhere near the level it once was when he was younger, I can see him engaging quite readily with a partner. I think, nowadays, he tends to have a responsive libido rather than a spontaneous one, but it also doesn't take much to get him in the mood.
g-spot — do they like g-spot/p-spot stimulation? do they prefer giving or receiving it, or does it depend on their partner(s)? do they like to stimulate the area with toys?
Yes. Yes yes yes. Very much so, and very much prefers receiving, though he'll very happily indulge his partner in the reverse should they also like it. I can't exactly say he actively uses toys himself, but should his partner pull one out on him he's definitely not saying no.
restraint — do they like being restrained? do they like restraining their partner(s)? are they into softer bondage or more hardcore BDSM?
Much to my chagrin (again), yes. He prefers soft bondage over being trussed up like a turkey because he's old and wants to be treated gently, but having his wrists tied with his own hair ribbon or something similarly soft does things to his brain. It's grounding, in a way, knowing he can drift but still be anchored to the present. That, and also being trapped always gives him a little thrill. He's decidedly more neutral about restraining his partner but if they like it, he likes it.
@cloudhymn - • you did good today. really good. ( @ bailu ) / ※.·:·.※ 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐖
( 🫧 ) ONE WOULD THINK that the young high elder wouldn't be able to swish her tail at speed as she was at current due to the inhibitor 'pon the end of her tail .. but they'd be proven otherwise. the smile that sat 'pon the young vidyadhara sat wide while she beamed her pleased air to the taller beside her. ❝ SEE ? I TOLD you that i was practicing ! even if i can't do a lot i can do more than last time .. an' it doesn't get super uncomfortable like when we started which i think is a good thing. good to me anyway. ❞ probably not thrilling for those that watch over her but who cares --- the older perceptor's were stinky anyway.
Touching Dan Heng's shoulder, the swordsman held Dan Heng back from blatantly walking into traffic. How odd. Normally, he was the alert, sharp one between them, yet since that little... excursion not even an hour ago, well--
"Pay attention. Or, are you trying to gain Wishpower by being flattened by oncoming traffic?"
"If you're here to catch the performance, I'm afraid you just missed it." Casting the figure a sideways glance, her hands were busy gathering the props that were tossed about, lucky for her to get the short straw on cleanup duty. "We'll be back around again eventually, if you really wanted to see it." as if trying to show off, she performed a smooth back handspring, grabbing a juggling baton through the rotation before landing perfectly back on her feet.
“ i want you so badly it hurts to hold back. ” @ yingxing, post ampho.
if you asked Yingxing's opinion, summer was the worst time to be holed up in his forge... for obvious reasons. the incessant && unrelenting heat nonewithstanding, there was also the matter of insects randomly invading through the open windows and buzzing around his head, distracting him...
but now, with a body pressed against his own... he's starting to find it difficult to discern which one is more unbearable; the heat from the sun, or the heat radiating from flesh flush against his own. at the very least Dan Heng had the courtesy to divest him of what little garments he had been wearing before closing the space between them and leaving nothing unconquored.
in the months that followed their last parting, Yingxing had remained ever diligent within the confines of the forge ( as if the preceptors and elders would ever let him know the taste of freedom, hah ) while Dan Heng had... changed. taller, bulkier, his hair longer and his horns and tail different, yet no matter how much he changed, Yingxing would always be capable of identifying a love that spanned across two lifetimes. even if he somehow grew old and withered away, Yingxing would never not know who he was.
their relationship was a complicated one. the kind of complicated that required several hours of intent listening and far too many words, neither of which he had the means to spare right now. he rarely delved too deeply into the intricacies of what was between them when they were together, and preferred to do his thinking away from Dan Heng, knowing that he, too, suffered a great deal of mental anguish when sifting through their fractured memories.
he was not Dan Feng even if he looked like him; most of the time Yingxing recognized this, but other times... there were moments, little things that Dan Heng would do, that would remind him of his deceased husband and leave the craftsman feeling confused and a bit hollowed out. the complicated nature of their relationship stemmed wholly from the events that spiraled out of control nearly eight-hundred years ago and left Yingxing permantly frozen in his old age.
despite this, there were plenty of good moments to be treasured between them too; moments like this with Dan Heng pressed against his body, aching with want, arms hooked around his sturdy waist and seething with repressed desire. Yingxing always found this side of him rather cute, the side that seemed to be torn between taking what was rightfully his and holding back for the sake of posterity. Dan Feng had sometimes done similar things, though he also had a tendency to lean more into being assertive with his wants and needs. Yingxing didn't mind of course, but this hesitation... somehow, it had a more profound effect on him, especially given that Dan Heng's erection was wedged comfortably between his thighs.
Yingxing found it amusing -- almost -- that Dan Heng had wasted no time peeling the thin layer of clothing he wore off of him, then his own pants, only to pause at the most crucial moment and second guess himself, his wants, his needs. he wanted to laugh, but he didn't want the man to take it the wrong way either, so he shielded his smirk behind a curtain of hair as his head fell forward while bent over the table.
" so why haven't you, yet? you don't have to hesitate before claiming what's rightfully your's. " his words punctuated by a slow forward roll of his hips. the wetness between his legs leaving Dan Heng's erection saturated in Yingxing's own arousal. " it's been a long time for you, hasn't it? " thousands... no.... millions of years. Yingxing didn't know the full extent of Dan Heng's time spent on Amphoreus, but he'd read enough of the records to understand that those few short months he spent in solitude were the equivalent of thirty-three million years for Dan Heng.
suddenly he arches back just a little bit, and his head lolls forward more. he brings his hands between his own legs and allows for his fingertips to dance of the aching tip of Dan Heng's erection. " i might look old but i'm not fragile, Dan Heng. " you can't break what cant be broken permanently. " go ahead. " he urges him. " you've waited a long time and you caught me right as i've finished my work. don't hesitate. " but rather than wait for Dan Heng to make the first move, Yingxing actually took the initiative to reposition himself so that the tip was pressed against his entrance, and then slowly, almost torturously, he began to edge him inside himself.
@cloudhymn - 3 random prompts from the 'symbol headcanons meme' for lumine please. / SYMBOL HEADCANON QUESTIONS
🪤 : what pattern do they keep falling back into?
how she was before she escaped her homeworld with her brother. when it comes to war or people asking her for help she .. cannot stay away. she feels obligated to help ( especially if she somehow got others into messes unintentionally ) and is a people pleaser to a fault. i go into it a lot here actually. inazuma and natlan were bad for her in terms of conflict and getting involved ,, amphoreus would be the same sort of deal for her in her hsr verse since within that verse / au she's already gone through samsara's on teyvat only to. y'know. gobble phainon's memories from all those cycles. girlie is very tired and its hard to not regress a bit sometimes.
🕳️ : what do they spiral about at night?
why her ? why did it all have to set upon her shoulders ? why did her father use her as a weapon and not just love her like her mother did --- so many why's about the past and not many answers.
💔 : have they ever used sex to avoid something?
she'd rather not think about xyz going on so she's gonna cope with the serotonin she gets from feelin' good, brotha.
