#multi ask

Now... let me hold your hand. *grabs his hand gently and kissed his cheek*

-🌙

He simply looks very overwhelmed

"You all concern me. I assure you, I am rather average when it comes to my looks, I have no clue why you all insist on making this a bigger deal than it truly is." "To answer multiple of these..."

Months ago I got shit fucking loads of asks about differentiating very specific type, namely ESTP vs ISTP vs ENTJ in a 3w4 core Sx dom.

Let me answer your question real quick now: Their vultology, aka their dynamic non verbal signals. This is how to be sure about it.

You don't do that or don't believe in that? OK, fine. Psychologically, there are cues, but you won't be able to have any certainty because there are too many factors that can induce a wrong reasoning.

Since the last months, I've constated that you can develop into consciousness (integration) lower functions of your cognitive stacks, all while keeping your upper one unconscious, which results in creating very confusing behavioral characters.

Despite one being a Perceiver dominant, the other a Judger dominant, another valuing Ti/Fe, the other Te/Fi, and one being called a Reviser (xxxP in mbti or jcf) and the other a Conductor (xxxJ in mbti or jcf) ; a newly integrated function affect the psychology greatly. Therefore, it gets near impossible to differentiate accurately from psychology alone.

An ESTP with Fe developed (shown as l-l- dev) will look quite alike as an ENTJ with developed Se (l-l- as well) on surface. Both will be hyper, extroverted af, get shit done mood, FAST, playful, and just very proactive. If the ESTP is directive and the ENTJ unseelie (emotional attitude : both attitude are essentially emotionally reserved, closed off and more prone to direct and show their anger), both will look even more the same. If one or both are adaptive/Seelie, in mbti they won't even be identified as an ESTP or ENTJ ironically.

I could go on with how many development could induce confusion in each psychological portrayal, and how in the end, despite telling the differences between P vs J dom, Te/Fi vs Ti/Fe, reviser vs conductor, some development could blur badly those differences to the point of being almost impossible to know through psychology alone.

Your best bet would be to look at the lead functioning, so the main motivation behind all their actions. ESTPs prefer openess and exploring their options while ENTJs will prefer to delineate information and do something "useful" with it. But as I mentioned above with the l-l- dev ; an ESTP with Fe will also incorporate the importance of doing something with their information and an ENTJ with Se will care about consulting all their options and playing with it a bit, therefore it gets hard to know for sure which is leading, especially if they got an ego fixation on the newly conscious function.

Looking for their motivation when you were or they were younger could be your best bet, even then, some develop quite early certain function.

And I didn't even mention about how a pair of function working together can mimick badly a function of the other axis... (ex. Te/Fi faking Fe).

(This entire 1.3k word ficlet thread is from Anon - simply formatted in this manner to do the story justice and ease readability. This is certainly not a hardship for me, so please send multi asks/ficlets as much as you want, along with any other hc and thoughts! 🙏🏼 If you have feedback on this method of doing multi asks, please let me know. Okay I’ll shut up now. Enjoy!) ~~~~~~~~

I know we often to see Xie Lian as soft and gentle, and we often forget that he’s a martial god, so I was a little shocked to read such a dark line in ch 142 which says,“After all, Xie Lian really felt like rather than managing the heavens and do what he wasn’t good at, it would be much more gratifying to get locked up in a kiln and kill to his heart’s content.” Then I’m reminded that to a much lesser extent, that we often see Hua Cheng and suave and refined, but we don’t really get to see him actually fighting and giving it his all.

So just imagine Xie Lian fighting, a part of himself forgets that these are actually people with family and friends. Even if they had none, they still had deep emotions and sentiments. He would steel his heart and completely push sympathy out of it and deal precise killing blows with his sword. The longer he fights, and the more he kills, the more he starts to feel something that feels like satisfaction. While he feels a sense of victory, he also feels thrilled at the fact that he still lives while his opponents won’t get to see another sunrise again. That feeling climbs higher the longer he battles and with each other worthy opponent he defeats. But he always has to remind himself that these are still lives lost and not to lose himself to much in the feeling.

Hua Cheng is a different story. He does let himself feel the bloodlust. He lets himself be aggressive and vicious when he can. He always feels a hint of sadism when he kills, probably from the remnant of the sentiment, “everyone should die” from when he was alive, cause why do other people get love and care from their parents while his strike and hit him? Why does he be punished for stealing when he’s just trying to survive? Why do others find such Joy in beating him when he has done nothing wrong?

Though his resolve to live for the crown prince, to keep his promises, and the desire to protect him in all manners is what mostly allowed him to become a ghost, it wasn’t the only thing. Though that sentiment has disappeared, the pleasure of gruesomely killing someone bubbles whenever he decides that there really are some scumbags who should just die. He never lets Xie Lian see that side of him, but he lets himself slip after a long battle and decides to forgo using his scimitar to deal the killing blow to his last opponent. Instead he uses his claws to rip apart his enemy’s muscles, push through bones and organs to grasp his heart. He yanks it out and squeezes it till it splatters in his hand. The person drops dead and he cleans his hand with a spell. He didn’t even realized that Xie Lian has finished clearing the enemies on his side and has returned to him.

When he does, Hua Cheng has a hint of fear in his eye. Xie Lian still has a hint of bloodlust running in his veins and having long been desensitized from the horrors of war, so when he sees Hua Cheng gruesomely kill his opponent, it doesn’t even faze him. He is in no way afraid of Hua Cheng, but now he understands why others may fear him so. Arousal starts to bubble up when he realizes that this fearsome and powerful person is his husband.

It leads his mind to times when Hua Cheng lets, no, asks him to, and begs him to take him. Images of him presenting himself to Xie Lian with legs spread and fingering himself to show that he has already prepared in an attempt to tempt and encourage him. A wave of arousal hits him full force. Before he knows it and before Hua Cheng could say anything, he’s kissing him aggressively and pushing him against the nearest wall.

They weren’t really making out for that long, but with Xie Lian pressing up against him, he could feel that Hua Cheng was already hard. He doesn’t think that he ever got hard so quick. He doesn’t bother to correct his aggression when it seems to reward him, so he says that while he won’t wait to get a room, he does agree that they should move away from here and into a more secluded spot. He takes the lead, Hua Cheng letting himself be lead until they find such a spot.

It isn’t the perfect spot, but Xie Lian can’t bring himself to be patient. After years of being with San Lang, he was no longer shy about such matters, but he was still reserved. Maybe it’s because he realizes that while San Lang can be quite fearsome and powerful, Xie Lian is the only person that’ll let him feel his soft, plush, and delicate insides. Maybe it’s that what fuels him into wanting to have him utterly wrecked beneath him, like he begged him so many times to do before. It also can be that he’s still feeling the high from battle, and wants to ride it out before he realizes how shameless he is being. He immediately pushes him against a tree and starts attacking his lips. Then from his lips, he moves to his throat moving his clothes as he makes his way downwards. He loves that Hua Cheng is more than willing to completely submit to him, and that he’s so open to vocalize his enjoyment.

It doesn’t take long to get to the point where Xie Lian is waiting for San Lang to adjust to his length, not that he’s huge, but it has been awhile. It’s during this time that he takes time to appreciate that he’s alive. Not completely in a spiritual sense (he always appreciates that he’s still here now that San Lang is by him), but more in a physical sense that he could still feel all the pleasures and sensations his body allows him to feel.

He could feel his heartbeat and breathing quicken the further along they go, he could still appreciate San Lang’s bitter and salty taste, he could still feel the way his plush insides tighten around his cock, sending pleasure throughout his whole body. He could see the lustful look on his beloved’s face and enjoy the fake flush that appears on his body, appreciating the contrast of his nice red cock against his pale stomach.

Sex between them is usually (not always) sweet and loving, but this time it’s something more primal. Xie Lian aggressively thrusts into him and has him change into a handful of different positions, if only to appreciate the fact that San Lang lets himself be pushed around like this by him in complete submission. It turns Xie Lian on so much that he would be the only person allowed to treat the demon king like this.

The way this is worded makes me think you’re looking for something like what the different fandom scenario blogs do? Like mini-fics/reactions of [scenario] featuring individual characters x, y, and z? At least I hope that’s what you meant because that’s the way I’m doing it lol (fun fact: I ran one of those blogs for about 2 years, so I don’t mind doing these). If you meant for them to all be together like a party, just let me know. I’m also going to do a mix of Christmas and New Years scenarios

Kuroko

Having spent the night at Kuroko’s house so they could get ready together in the morning, Kagome would swear that Kuroko’s bedhead was infectious. But while Kuroko was left to deal with his hair himself, his mother was more than happy to help Kagome deal with her inky tangles. It still amused her to no end just how much Kuroko’s mom had taken to her, Kagome suspecting that her ability to always feel her and her son’s presences played a fairly large role. They’d decided to all pay their first shrine visit of the new year together (to Higurashi shrine, of course), and Kagome, being a little more used to wearing traditional clothes, had offered to help Kuroko with his kimono. As she made a few last tugs and smoothed everything into place, Kagome smiled at her boyfriend just as his parents and grandmother joined them in the living room. “Oh, let me get a picture of the two of you,” Kuroko’s mother spoke in a soft voice as she searched her bag for her phone. The two easily fell into place next to each other and Kagome could see the proud, borderline smug look that his grandmother was giving them. Quietly so that it would stay between them, Kagome whispered, “Are you ready for another round of ‘told you so’s?” Kuroko sighed with a small shrug. Honestly, they were both used to it by this point. It was an unfortunate side effect of having your grandparents, who just happened to be old friends that insisted they knew someone with a nice grandchild who would be a perfect match, set you up on a date that went wonderfully. “Hopefully we’ll only have to hear it for another few years before they let it go,” Kuroko whispered back.” “Okay,” Kuroko’s mother spoke again, holding up her phone to get a picture. “On three. One…two…-” Just as the flash went off, Kuroko leaned down to peck Kagome’s cheek. The resulting picture, mid-kiss with Kagome’s eyes wide and cheeks rosy, would surely be used as more fodder by their grandparents for years to come.

Kagami

Kagome was taking a break on the couch after cleaning up all of the discarded wrapping paper when Kagami flopped down on the cushion next to her. His weight hitting the couch made her bounce in her seat before he wrapped one arm around her and tipped his head back with a sigh. “Kitchen’s clean,” he told her, obviously tired from the day’s activities and tidying up. Kagome knew that he hadn’t really planned on doing anything for Christmas apart from the two of them hanging out until his father had announced he’d be visiting for the holidays. Then it had turned into decorating Kagami’s apartment with whatever spare decorations the Higurashi’s had and finding something to cook for dinner. It had been a bit of a whirlwind, but everything was fun and turned out nicely in the end. “Where’s your dad?” Kagome asked. “He’s already asleep,” Kagami said as he lifted his head and looked towards the spare bedroom. “I think he’s still a little jet-lagged.” Things were quiet for a moment before he gave her a slight nudge. “Hey,” he started, a little unsure and avoiding directly looking at her, “I’m sorry it wasn’t just us. I know this wasn’t what we planned.” “Don’t apologize,” Kagome laughed as she took his large hand in her smaller one and gave it a light squeeze. “I still had fun and you got to see your dad. Sounds like a pretty good Christmas if you ask me.” Shifting so that she could lifter herself a little higher, she gave Kagami a quick kiss before she smiled and softly spoke, “Merry Christmas, Taiga.”

Aomine

It was the repeating music that woke her up as the DVD menu screen started over once again. Kagome stretched out her back and tried to get her bearings on where she was before everything snapped into clarity and she bolted upright. Aomine was still dozing next to her stretched out over most of the couch and groaned when she started fumbling around in the dark for her phone. “What are you doing?” He finally asked, voice groggy and slightly irritated at being woken up. When Kagome finally found her phone and checked the time, she let our a groan of her own. “We missed it!” “Missed what?” Aomine asked still half-asleep. “Midnight,” Kagome answered. “You’re supposed to kiss someone at midnight of the new year, but we fell asleep watching the movie.” Without missing a beat, Aomine pulled Kagome down to where he was for a kiss, slightly awkward as it was with him fighting sleep and Kagome trying to catch her balance so their faces didn’t smash together. “There,” he sighed when they separated. “First kiss of the new year. Still counts.” Pulling her again so that she was laying against his chest, he patted her head as he started to doze again while mumbling, “Now shhh. Sleep.”

Kise

They’d decided to go on a date for Christmas instead of exchanging gifts. At least, that’s what Kagome thought they’d agreed on. “Kise,” Kagome whined softly when he presented her with a cutely wrapped gift as they waited for the dessert they’d ordered after a nice dinner. “I thought we weren’t doing gifts this year. Just spending the day with you was plenty.” “I couldn’t help it, Kagomecchi,” he practically beamed at her, telling her just how not sorry he really was. “But to be fair, I only bought it earlier today when I saw you looking at it. You liked it so much that I ran back to the store for it when you stepped away to talk to your friends. The girl at the counter even wrapped it for me!” Gently pulling the paper away, Kagome saw the scarf she’d been admiring earlier in the day, a light green and incredibly soft knit. Even though she was a little irritated he went back on their agreement, she said, “Thank you, Ryouta. You shouldn’t have done it, but this is very sweet.” When a thought hit her, she perked up and quickly told him, “Oh, I know! Close your eyes for a minute.” Kise followed her directions without protest and happily waited, even through the temptation to peek. He could hear Kagome rummaging through her bag and their waitress bring their dessert, but still he waited. When he was finally told he could open his eyes, he saw Kagome holding out a little bundle of small sheets of paper, all tied together with the ribbon from his gift. He eagerly untied the ribbon and saw that Kagome had written on each page Coupon for (1) kiss. On his feet a second later, Kise was pressing one of his coupons back into Kagome’s hand as he leaned down to kiss her where she was seated, ignoring the fact that they were very much in public. Pulling away, he smiled at Kagome’s bright blush and said, “I think this is my favorite gift ever.”

Midorima

It was freezing outside and they were both exhausted from staying up all night, but the sky was finally lightening to a dim gray so sunrise wasn’t far off. Seated on the little stone bench near the god tree, Kagome and Midorima sat close together with a blanket wrapped around them. “Are you sure you want to do this?” Kagome asked with a yawn from where her head was resting against Midorima’s arm. “It’s going to be busy. It always is. You can still back out.” Midorima had offered to help out around the shrine during the rush of visitors they always got after New Year’s, so he’d opted to just stay the night at the Higurashi’s. But when Kagome had suggested that they watch the sunrise together, he should have known that it would be a bad idea. They were going to be busy and running on no sleep. “I’m not going to leave,” he assured her. “I said I would help and I intend to.” As the first rays of orange and pink began to tint the sky, Kagome squeezed Midorima’s hand and smiled. “Thanks Shintarou.” They sat quietly together for another few minutes as the sky grew brighter before Kagome stood from the warmth of the blanket and stretched. She shivered a little as she pointed towards the house, “We could probably get a small nap on the couch before breakfast.” Even if it was just a nap, Midorima was willing to take it and nodded before he started to stand only for Kagome’s hands on his shoulders to stop him. Before he could ask what she was doing, Kagome planted a quick kiss on his lips and told him “Happy New Year” just before turning tail and running to the warmth of the house. With how fast his heart was beating, Midorima wasn’t sure if he would even be able to get to sleep for a nap now.

Akashi

It was still a little surreal to see Akashi casually hang around her family. Kagome had seen him in his own home and around his father, times when he needed to maintain a certain level of decorum, when he was just a little more serious, almost icy. But in her home, around her and her family, that shell he wore melted a little. His eyes were softer, his smile more sincere. He looked like he was genuinely relaxed. She and her mother were just returning from the kitchen with hot chocolate for everyone before they opened gifts, and when Akashi spotted her watching him, he smiled and motioned for her to sit beside him on the couch. Taking his drink with one hand while draping the other behind her shoulders, Akashi told her, “It’s a good thing you came back when you did. I think Souta was getting impatient.” “Well!” Souta pouted even as he licked chocolate and marshmallow foam from his lip. “They took forever!” “If you complain, you have to give up your cocoa,” Kagome warned. “Besides, we’re here now, so go ahead and open your presents.” Rolling her eyes as Souta tore into one gift in particular he’d been itching to open for weeks, Kagome leaned forward and picked up one of the presents from the coffee table. She handed to Akashi as she said, “Here, this is from me.” Setting his hot chocolate aside, Akashi carefully tore open the paper to reveal a hand-made scarf in his school colors. “Do you like it?” Kagome asked, a little nervous that he hadn’t said anything yet. Akashi draped it around his neck and ran his fingers over it before saying, “I love it. I can’t wait to wear it out. Thank you, Kagome.” Leaning over, he pressed a soft kiss to Kagome’s kiss only to grin into her hair when a noise of disgust was heard from across the room. “Ew,” Souta said with a scrunched nose. “Go be gross somewhere else.” Akashi simply chuckled as Kagome balled up the wrapping paper from his scarf and chucked it at Souta’s head.

Murasakibara

now have some mistletoe kisses (mwah)

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the air was filled with year-end festivities. friends and family chattered around you, mingling together after nearly passing a whole year. you walked through the door to the living room, when someone pointed above. mistletoe hung from above the doorway, some leaves brushing the top of your head. you looked up at it, pleasantly surprised by the decoration. your companion glanced at you, a questioning stare you all knew too well."well, better than to break tradition."<><><><><>they kissed you with ferocity you'd only seen in their battles, taking you off guard and making you stumble. an arm wrapped around you waist, stopping your fall and allowing them to slip their tongue in your mouth. lips and tongue danced in a battle for dominance, but it was clear you were on the losing side. when they broke the kiss, a string of saliva connected your lips, evidence of the passionate show of affection mere seconds before. they smirked at you, whispering in a sultry tone that promised something more,

"merry christmas, love."

Crocodile, Doflamingo, Reiju, Smoker, Shanks, Kalifa, Izo, Ideo, Who's Who, Ikkaku, Ulti, Lilith, Rob Lucci, Mihawk, Viola, Koby, Cavendish, Smoothie, Yamato, Ichiji, Niji, Yonji, Belo Betty, Kid, Sabo, Nami, Koby, King, Zoro, Loki

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they caressed your cheek with a hand, cupping it as you nuzzled into their palm. you nodded to their silent gesture, giving them permission to close the distance and skim their lips over yours. their hand guided your movements, intensifying the oscillation. their eyes closed, a low hum indicating they were enjoying the feeling of your lips against theirs. when their eyelids opened, you were met by a gaze with such profound love it made you blush like mad. they touched their forehead lovingly to your own, pecking your nose before muttering a soft sentence of,

"merry christmas, my dear."

Benn Beckman, Rayleigh, Nico Robin, Smoker, Killer, Mihawk, Wire, Law, Jinbe, Marco, Vivi, Hongo, Shaka, Hawkins, Kaku, Karasu, Okiku, Pell, Sasaki, Koza, Gaban, Kuzan, Pedro, Inazuma, Masked Deuce, Ichiji, Dragon, Vista, Iceburg, Bogard, Katakuri, Shakky, Hack, Uni, Issho

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they desperately mashed your lips against yours, tongue prodding your mouth messily. their hands pawed at whatever part of you they managed to hold as warmth spread through both your body and theirs. small moans and whimpers flowed from their lips to yours, lost beneath the fervor of lovemaking. they eventually settled at one hand behind your head and another squeezing at your ass, tapping a finger to let them lift you up and wrap your legs around their waist. once they broke off with a gasp, you saw how their eyes were blown wide, cheeks tinted a bright red as they panted inches from your equally as red face. a rushed stream of words was spoken out in one breath,

"merry christmas, sweetheart."

Sanji, Paulie, King, Buggy, Law, Rosinante (Corazon), Ace, Shachi, Izo, Page One, Boa Hancock, X Drake, Bartolomeo, Tashigi, Monet, Doflamingo, Koala, Koby, Baby 5, Penguin, Heat

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they giggled as they peppered kisses to your face, their joy contagious as you quickly found yourself laughing as well. their hands never left your cheeks, squishing them and relishing in their feel. when they saw your squished face, they laughed harder before planting more pecks and kisses on your face and lifting you up. they held you close to their warm chest, snuggled up to share both body heat and delight. giddiness accompanied their steps, a light melody hummed to further the glee. skipping to their favorite place, they held you close, jumping higher at elevated spots to gift the thrill of adrenaline. your screams of exhilaration served to bring more joy and pleasure in their hearts, causing them to scream and laugh alongside you too. when they reached their place, their smile swelled to a grin, a chirp purposefully escaping their lips,

"merry christmas, (name)!"

Luffy, Ace, Sanji, Carrot, Rosinante (Corazon), Bepo, Brook, Uta, Koby, Thatch, Shanks, Nami, Shachi, Penguin, Koala, Perona, Usopp, Vito, Yorki

there were so many characters (i dug them up from the depths of the one piece fandom)

also i'm gonna post this (and the other drabble) later on my own blog but i need you to see this first

Happy Holidays, Merry Christmas, and a wonderful new year to you Artemis 🖤.

I am literally grinning so widely while reading these. The third one has me all blushy, I hope you know. I adore a desperate and needy kiss. Picturing Barto and Heat for that one 🥹