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Tagged by: @behindthestrings - for Nanao
Tagging: @toomanydamnmuses (Izuru), @he-said-with-a-strange-smile (Jushiro) ,
((yup feels about right for her))
//4, 13 and 15 for the man muse asky thingy
From Here || Accepting || @svsure
4. Have you made any outright changes to the canon material in order to write your muse the way you wanted (entire scenes you chose to omit, chapters you say never existed, things you assume were never said, etc.)?
Not really. I think one of the benefits of playing slightly less plot significant characters is you have less material to work with, and fewer things set in stone. While there's a few things I was disappointed in with canon and other things I wish had happened or been clearer there's nothing that's been so bad for my muses that I've felt the need to actively cut it out (it would be very different if I had say, an Uryuu muse or Orihime, or Kenpachi - I think they all have things in their canon that are pretty bad for their characters and I'd happily ignore given the chance). I think the closest I come to outward ignoring something, is the question of whether Shunsui and Nanao are related. I personally think it’s too unclear to say (because the timeline is too ambiguous to make that statement, as are the words Shunsui used when discussing Nanao's mother. ) and therefore not worth discussing in too much depth. I hope we get clarification either way when the anime comes back.
13. What canon character do you really wish your muse could interact more with?
Rose: Any Vizard, particularly Lisa and Love. I'd also love to do a TBTP thread with a Chikane Iba, even though I know that's very unlikely to happy.
Nanao: Anyone from the WSRA (I love the fact that she has this huge group of canon female friends to hang around with), although if I was to be specific particularly Retsu as I’ve already made links with other muses in this group and she’s had the chance to interact with them. I'd also give my right arm for a Lisa to do some angsty threads with post canon and sweet TBTP ones (I mean who doesn't want to see Lisa teaching her t read lol). As a silly one, I also wouldn't mind an Iba to spar with in some silly WRSA vs MSRA threads.
Ryuken - A Katagiri for some proper fluffy domestic threads. An Isshin as well because I feel their relationship has a really nice texture to it and there's a lot to explore there. Masaki would also be great. I really don't ship them as a couple (and actually think any marriage between them would be pretty toxic. I think they'd drive each other nuts) but it would be an interesting dynamic to explore.
15. What plots/interactions leave you feeling protective of your muse?
This was difficult to answer. With both Nanao and Ryuken emotional vulnerability can be very difficult for them to navigate which makes me particular about whom I write that stuff with. Ryuken is also going to shrink at any perceived lack of control, which again makes me picky about how I write that and who with. It also makes me more likely to stick up for him if I feel that control's been taken away unfairly (which tbf is rare).
Rose is a more resilient character in general, but his view of soul society and his division is complex and again makes me a bit protective of him. He also feels betrayal extremely deeply, which can make me mindful of how I approach threads where that's a possibility .
The Minder || Nanao & Szayel
@the-lewdest-concubine
A new day had dawned and Nanao’s charge was nowhere to be found.
The day had begun just like any other, the same routine as always. The night servant has gone off duty as she had risen and things proceeded as they always did. However, as Nanao had gone to rouse him, it soon became clear that he wasn’t in his room. His bed was pristine, although missing a blanket or two and barely looked slept in, almost as if he’d made it himself rather than leaving it for the servents to do.Maybe he was bathing,she thought at first, or perhaps he’d been summoned by his brother and escorted to the meeting by one of the other servants. However, the more she searched, the more she picked up the unmistakeable odour of his scent, assuring her he had to be nearby. There was no reason for him to hide and if this was some kind of prank, if was far from funny. Nanao knew she wouldn’t want to be in his shoes when she finally caught up with him.
This was supposed to be a routine job - the same kind of thing she’d done hundreds of times for other alphas with omegas who need a firm hand and an eye keeping on them during their heats. It was a role she excelled at more than most betas and the brother of this particular omega was paying a small fortune to keep him out of trouble. These jobs were normaly straigtforward too, money for old rope even if it wasn’t exactly meaningful . After all, all Nanao had to do was watch her charge, keep him away from the alphas while he waited out his heat and report to his brother every so often. It should have been a walk in the park, if her charge hadn’t been so exceedingly difficult to deal with.
When taking the job, she’d been warned that her charge was more high strung then most, despite a keen mind and charming disposition. Subtle hints had been given, warning her about his temperment and suggestions he might not have the best sense of judgement when it came to alphas, but nothing she’d been overly concerned about. Weren’t most Omegas like that anyway? However, he was most certainly a special case, and after so many days maging his moods and whims, she turly felt as if she’d earned the money. Periods of good company were outweighed by behaviour that would have tried the patience of a saint and this sudden disapearance was just the icing on the cake.
The most likely places searched, Nanao gave up and made her way to the front room, serving as both lounge and home office. Her desk was there and her charge’s brother would need to be informed if he couldn’t be found. A report would need to be written, and now was a good a time as any to get it done.
The morning sun streamed through the large windows of the lounge as Nanao entered, bathing the large mahogany desk at the far end in dusty rays of light. She crossed the room at a fearsome pace, noticing how the chair had been pushed out from the desk, although she was certain that hadn’t been how she’d left it the day before. Her hand on the chair, she made to sit, only for her foot to make contact with something soft but firm all at the same time. Nanao frowned, knowing there’d been nothing under the desk the night before, and, wanting answers, began to kneel down, wondering what on earth was going on.
It was only as her eyes reached the footwell of the desk that everything became clear.
In truth, Nanao suppsoed she should have been grateful to have found him, however she wasn’t in the mood to be grateful. An expression mixed from relief and exasperation scowled down at the sruched up body; the mess of pink hair and yellow eyes thst peered sweetly up at her through the jumble of duvet and blankets, and wondered what the hell she was going to do with him.
“So, you’ve decided to build a nest,” the anger had gone out of her now that she’d found him, her tone very nearly exhausted as she summed up what she saw “ and out of all the closets and beds in this place, you choose to put it here?”