#rerue

vanilla sunday meme   —   accepting !!

i’m mad i had this all filled out and then i refreshed the page 😭 so i’m sorry if none of these make sense,      i literally had to retype all this bye

3:      is your muse good at kissing?      are they experienced?

yes to both;      it feels so corny saying this,      but zhongli is a fast learner.      he picked up on it real quick and he’s had years to practice.

7:      is your muse the big spoon or the little spoon?

more often than not,      i’d say he’s the big spoon,      but it really is a circumstantial thing and depends entirely on how his parter cuddles up to him.      he is a more submissive personality,      and should a more dominant person pull him into their chest,      he’ll be 100% fine with it;      he doesn’t initiate affection much and doesn’t take the reigns,      in any case.

8:      is your muse comfortable with,      or proud of their body?      are they insecure?

definitely comfortable,      and satisfied.      i’m about to ramble a bit more lol i apologize but i have a personal headcanon that zhongli’s first form/“true form” was that of a dragon,      and so when he was crafting his human vessel he wanted to create it based on their society’s “beauty standards”.      i use that terminology loosely,      because chinese beauty standards are not like western ones:      he wanted to focus more on how internal traits   ( such as charm, ambition, kindness, etc. )   could be shown through the physical expression of a human body,      and focused less on the physical attractiveness.      he isn’t vain or anything like that,      but it helps that people think he’s attractive ;’)      he’s happy with the end result,      so there’s no insecurity there.

12:      is your muse easily flustered?      do they blush,      swear,      etc.?

zhongli has had about 4000 years to master the art of stoicism;      if he’s flustered,      it’s because he’s extremely taken with you,      and not necessarily because he was caught off guard.      he might swear on extreme occasion;      it only happens if you’ve pressed the right buttons,       but he definitely does everything he can to avoid it.

13:      where is your muse most sensitive?

 . . .           gently  takes her hand into his. 

Unprompted Asks // Always Accepting

     𝙾 𝙶𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙻𝙴 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝙾𝙵 𝙻𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃 - !

      The job of a pretty cure was pretty straightforward; when there was danger, you step in, transform, save the day. It was usually her and Nagisa who saved the day from zakenna, or whatever monster this happened to be. Either way, Honoka had no idea of her partner’s whereabouts, leaving her to be the only one to face the enemy. 

      Or so she thought.

      Wait a minute...Wasn’t she the lady from the pizza shop earlier that week? To say Cure White was surprised that she was offering assistance would be an understatement. A part of her wanted to reject; to say she was fine, to not let strangers interfere where they could be hurt.

      But considering she was already pretty injured, the statement would probably be a bit too on the nose with her own current situation. Perhaps a small amount of assistance wouldn’t be harmful. This person’s gaze lacked fear, something that differentiated her from a normal civilian. She would have to ask Mipple if she sensed anything about said female later on.

      With a deep breath, the ivory-clad cure rose to her feet, returning to a fighting stance; she couldn’t show any sign of weakness. 

      “...I understand. Thank you in advance.” Sapphire hues gave a quick glance to her newfound ally, only to dart back to the monster, who looked ready to charge.

        “  they follow you.  i can see scraps of them on your shoulders,  in your hands,  and through your hair;  doesn’t it feel heavy?  like someone is holding you down?  ”

         her hands are shockingly steady for one so prone to the edge,        cigarette hanging out of the corner of her mouth as she leans herself forward,      (  seemingly  )    giving her a better quality of sound while she holds the stethoscope to kinu’s chest.    ❝  hm.  ❞     it means little,   the sound escaping her without much thought put into the action,  removing the stethoscope and draping it around her neck,  rolling her chair backwards to make a few illegibly scrawled notes on a spare post - it stuck haphazardly to kinu’s previously filed paperwork.

           ❝  eh  . . .     ❞         oviktig.     [  unimportant.  ]     the word pops into her head alongside a shrug of her shoulders,  casual nature of her movements contrasting the sterility of the room.  she remembers her daughter suggesting she make her demeanor more professional if she wants to impress her patients.  of course,  who comes to her to be impressed?   it was within her nature to allow tangents in her office.   she would go on and on,   and the patient could,  too,   frankly.  anything that might alleviate the droll boredom of a day passing hour by hour and minute by minute,   similar as to had it had done just twenty four hours ago   –––   she takes a drag from her cigarette before letting it fall to the floor beneath her and stomping it out.      ❝  funny,  or chest pains?     ❞       she grins after a short beat,  her attempt at humor.       ❝  it is only  . . .    the way things are.   ❞      she clears her throat and stands,  moving towards the sink and grabbing two disposable cups,  filling both with filtered water.

‘   i’d prefer it if you weren’t so reckless.   ’