#* daiyu / interactions.

[doppel-doodles]

Draws @camhues girlie's in my style because I can

And just because this is me here are some oc interactions featuring my baby mengtao who is basically cottage core if you gave it anxiety (also can you tell these were made at ungodly hours?-)

Once again just because I can watch me ramble with these-

With Jun I can totally see mengtao taking up a part time job at the library she works at for no other reason than wanting to read books about mortal plant life, that means she actually tends to slack at her job or stay way to long because she is just so hyper focused on studying (also because she is kinda homeless and likes to stay somewhere to hide from the scary outside world-)

The duality of plant girls fr-

Daiyu and her aggressively info dumping about plants to one another tho-

Probably the only one of them she would have known before being sent down to earth.

And by that I mean nezha dragged her to socialise because dang does she need a bigger friend group-

Also speaking of being sent down when it's announced they probably just went:

Ling:"oh this is an absolute horrendous idea isn't it?"

Nezha:"Yes."

Also this thingy:

Jun: She would probably recognise her as a reincarnation of one of the great companies as a result she would have immense respect for her like she does with all of them(except wukong lmao-) also because she is technically her senior via working in the library before her and by human standards she is seen as older than her and girl was raised to respect those-

Jun probably just looks at her like "aww what a polite yet strange young lady"^^ lol

Daiyu: I had to add this one I'm sorry I can only picture her scaring the living daylight out of mengtao- the only reason she doesn't run screaming for the hills immediately is because they share a love of plants and she will throw away any anxiety if that means she gets to info dump about her hyperfixation

And she is just like "I'll quietly tolerate your existence because you know plant trivia"

Ling: For her I would say she looks up to her because she sees her as really strong and cool, a person she would never dare dreaming of being. With the possibility of it turning into a cute crush because she is a bisexual mess thank you very much.

Here its also straightforward, nezha dragged mengtao over to make friends, so she made herself mengtaos friend.

Annnnd this is long as heck-

[angelsdvsts]

↪ closed for @blindspct

"wait -- stop, you want me to do what?"

[ofsvnshine]

closed starter : @n1ghtsongs ( tanvir ! )

“   tanvir,   “   daiyu   spoke   as   he   approached   the   other   from   behind,   wanting   to   ensure   his   presence   was   known   and   he   was   not   sneaking   up   on   the   spymaster.   "   i   have   just   cpme   to   check   in   with   you.   ”   he   was   unsure   if   his   eldest   sibling   had   already   done   so,   but   it   didn't   hurt   to   both   be   informed   –   he   was   the   second   in   command   after   all. 

[neveraftcr]

continued for @burninhecrt from here

" i'm... not mad at you. " as unconvincing as she sounded it was truth. she wasn't mad at daiyu. more so herself, the situations, that she waited so long, that she was letting it get to her so much. " it's not you, it's me and i don't want to talk about it. i just want... " somi trailed off. she'd forgotten all about the concert. " you don't know anyone else who wants to go? "

[paradiserottttt]

𝗪𝗛𝗢: daiyu chen & seon haneul (@gildcdglory) 𝗪𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘: olive branch martini bar 𝗪𝗛𝗘𝗡: evening

IN THE FACE OF REJECTION, DAIYU FINDS HERSELF WARPED INTO SOMETHING UNRECOGNIZABLE. She watches her reflection, perpetually contorted and distorted by the bitterness continually weighing on her. It begins with her mother, and multiplies with every cumulative failure. HANEUL— a walking, breathing reminder of her most despised fragments. He sits at her bar and with an infuriating ease. What she would do to strip him of this abandon… The fragments of their shared past tear at her skin. No matter how vigilant Daiyu is, she always manages to catch herself on a stray jagged edge. Still, she remains unflinching, repurposing her disdain into something useful. Antipathy sustains her in ways love  never could. It’s all consuming— never leaving her hollow or yearning. It’s what drives her forward as she closes the gap between them. “Has a bartender attended to you yet?” her true intentions are not so readily offered up. “There’s no loitering allowed, if you weren’t already aware.” 

[gildcdglory]

WHO: Liena Chen & Daiyu Chen (@deceptios) WHERE: Daiyu Chen's apartment

Liena Chen had only been caught off guard a few times in her life. The first time was when she held the positive pregnancy test in her hand. The second time was when Leonardo Rosso appointed her as the next Jade Tribe boss. The last time was when she had woken up to the news that several of her soldiers had been poisoned by an unknown entity.

Had she been anywhere but the comfort of her home, any outsider would've noticed the silent rage that draped over her like a cloak. It suffocated her, choked her like the poison that coursed through her soldiers' bodies, and she hated that feeling of loss of control. Her own rage and grief threatened to swallow her whole, but like most of her emotions, she somehow managed to force the feelings back behind guarded walls. She told herself that she could mourn the deaths of her soldiers once she watched the life drain out of the culprit's eyes, and that promise was enough to direct her mind to the clues.

6 soldiers and 2 associates were found dead of poison. Each was scattered across various assignments, so a common thread would be difficult to find. Most lurked at the Godfather after work hours, but Liena knew that establishment was safe. Each clue led her to another dead end and more unanswered questions until finally, Liena realized who helped play a hand in this act--- the beloved daughter who finally feigned interest in her mother's organization.

This discovery led her to her daughter's door. She didn't know what her daughter was tied up in or how she even got ahold of poison, but she knew the woman played a hand in their deaths. That restrained anger rose to the surface once more, unleashing like a hurricane as she burst through her daughter's apartment door-- not even bothering to feign pleasantries. Her eyes narrowed at the sight of DAIYU CHEN as she spoke, ❝Most children would call or text to get their mother's attention. They wouldn't poison her own soldiers.❞ She crossed her arms as she waited for her daughter's response, leaning against the wall as she spoke, ❝Tell me. Are you proud of yourself, Daiyu?❞

[cordiiceps]

—  grand teton mall,  16th july 2044,  with daiyu volkova.  @daiyus​

weary, worn out feet drag the rest of herself home just barely. as carefree as her blasé demeanour portrays her to be, she is not free of the clutches of anxiety. this cold war makes patrols tense and heavy, trust and playfulness becoming rarer by the day. she swears barbosa eyed her up more than once today. she wasn’t sure if he wanted to take a bite out of her or offer up her remains to a volkov. which would be better, is what she is thinking about when she closes the door of her shared room behind her. 

“oh, fuck—” she was supposed to be alone tonight, with demie out on the night patrol. but that has not been the case. not only is someone else sitting on her bed, it’s not just anyone. a volkov. it’s dark in the room, so suri doesn’t clock the gun right away. but as she takes a step closer, “fuck me, scared me shitless. listen, babe, if you wanted to fuck me you could have just—” the light catches the metal and this odd situation becomes a little clearer. but only a little. 

suri stops in her tracks, eyes first locked on the gun, then daiyu’s gaze. possible explanations zoom around the inside of her skull. does she know where i’m from? does she know about the wall? did anso say something to her? or is this about gilbert? does she even know him? “what’s that for?” she asks, never one to bother beating around the bush. 

[favorskill]

i'm ruminating on nethdani's sort of like... soldier / knight aesthetic (i say aesthetic but really it's more of an identity thing) and like... usually a lot of times i do have muses with almost dangerous loyalty whenever they establish it with someone (selwyn, adonis) but also .... despite how heavily nethdani is coded that way, i actually don't think she will always unthinkingly defer to others that show authority over her?

it's hard to explain. she was a soldier for a long time, so nethdani is pretty good when it comes to identifying who is a voice of authority. she spent several years acting as a grunt essentially LMFAO and followed her orders without hesitating, but i feel like ever since taking up her oath she's become less.... willing to just blindly follow orders from someone?

she's grown into more of a leader herself - she tends to take charge, she tends to get things done. more than anything, she trusts her own judgement.

which is why i think that she actually doesn't work well with authority figures? or at least she doesn't automatically go 'i will blindly give my loyalty to you.' i do think that she tends to trust people who establish themselves as leaders, like the duke she's currently working alongside with. she speaks to them on equal footing, but she does generally trust their judgement alongside hers -- and since nethdani doesn't really desire a position of power for herself, she'll usually follow said orders if she agrees with them.

[ofsvnshine]

“   you've   lost   your   mind,   ”   they   spat   as   the   hair   on   the   back   of   their   neck   stood   up   from   how   eerie   the   laugh   was   that   left   the   other.   “   does   this   make   you   happy?   instead   of   talking   like   adults   you   prefer   to   do   this   ?   ”   he   coughed   once   more,   body   already   reeling   from   the   pain   that   rattled   through   them.   “   if   i   mean   so   little   to   you   then   just   leave   me   alone.   ”

mùyáng's   eyes   were   glowing,   he   just   knew   it   the   more   and   more   daiyu   coughed.   he   was   almost   gone,   he   couldn't   even   feel   deigh   anymore,   mùyáng   having   completely   shut   his   dragon   out   of   his   mind   but   he   could   feel   deigh   behind   him,   stepping   around   and   around   trying   to   find   mùyáng's   weak   stop   to   get   him   off   of   the   coughing   high   fae.   "good,"   mùyáng   hissed,   his   face   just   inches   from   the   other.

"you   are   the   one   acting   out,"   mùyáng   whispered,   his   fingers   still   gripping   the   shirt   of   the   other.   "welcome   to   the   club,   big   brother.   i've   not   fucking   known   who   you   are   for   years   now.   do   you   want   a   fucking   cookie?"   and   then   mùyáng   let   out   the   most   hysterical   laugh,   in   some   far   away   voice   it   wondered   if   that   noise   had   even   come   from   him.

[forgaeven1]

003, a photoshoot outdoors in the middle of winter. (daiyu & ginny (PLS IGNORE THAT IM ON THE WRONG ACCOUNT TAG ME ON DIONIDAI))

❛ you'd better have gotten a good picture of that one, fenn ! ❜ ginny rattles, not without laughter marring her tone, as she skips down from her broom and manoeuvres the ancient thing into her hands. really, it's ron's old one from his school days, which he hasn't touched in- well, in years, she supposes, since the war, and- and it's nice giving it a bit of a fly. the old thing would've been in the shed gathering dusts anyhow, as ginny had sworn not to touch it for her own short-lived career as gryffindor's seeker and chaser from a dispute she's long forgotten about but still held a vendetta over, and had instead taken charlie's older one as her own.

it's funny now seeing it in her hands — her pride clearly did not matter when ron wasn't around to witness her discarding it. more than that, perhaps it's... simply nostalgia, is all. he'd been so bloody busy nowadays with his auror things, running around with harry, trying to be important. and ginny gets it — she understands — it's for a good cause. dad had said it so, and mum had clearly relayed it over and over again over their kitchen table. perhaps it's naivety, but she'd hoped, after everything, that things would've gone on like it was before. that ron and harry and hermione and neville would be back to school, but they aren't. they wouldn't be.

they have big lives now, and ginny weasley is chasing shadows of their past in an old broom.

she snaps though, quick, looking at daiyu with her ever-charming smile. she'll admit - it's odd finding an acquaintance with someone not of your year, but ginny's beginning to believe that there is a certain affinity to ravenclaws in which she's found herself quite fond of. they're quite an odd bunch, the lot of them. maybe it's the never-ending curiosity. although maybe it works well with her own since she hadn't mind much entertaining whatever that's sprung into their thoughts. she'd always liked what they've got to say. daiyu, included. and this spontaneous photoshoot in the middle of december ? well. no one would ever dare say ginny isn't one up for challenges now, would they ?

the youngest weasley child grin again, brushing her red hair back, nudging at daiyu's side quite affectionately. ❛ c'mon then. will i see the picture, or what ? ❜

@dionidai — set the scene.

[angelsdvsts]

↪ closed for @thechiyonosakenyc | inspo x

daiyu had always found her professor attractive, although it was strictly inappropriate. which was why she never attempted anything with them -- laying low in the class, but still maintaining a good grade in hopes of getting their attention in some way. what she didn't expect was to see her match with said professor. a giggle leaves her lips from the response, she was no longer his student anymore, right? deciding to be bold, she types out a reply. "only just a B? i bet this mouth could easily change your mind to an A."

[ofsvnshine]

closed starter : @warbidden ( vesparia ! )

“   my   love,   ”   daiyu   practically   purred   as   he   wrapped   his   arms   around   her,   burying   his   face   in   the   crook   of   her   neck.   daiyu   was   much   like   a   cat   when   around   vesparia,   one   of   the   only   people   that   the   lord   could   be   truly   himself   around.   seeing   him   with   her   was   like   looking   back   through   time   to   the   person   daiyu   was   rather   than   the   man   he   had   become   -   a   version   of   himself   that   was   perhaps   untainted   by   so   much   emotional   turmoil   that   occurred   throughout   the   years.   “   what   do   you   make   of   our   guests   ?   ”   he   questioned   with   a   tilt   of   his   head,   an   amused   smile   on   his   lips. 

[angelsdvsts]

"ooh, really? i think that's the cutest thing ever!" she exclaims with excitement growing upon her features, loving how the two of them were instantly vibing -- finding her interests for flowers fascinating whereas she enjoys a different type of flour. daiyu chuckles light-heartedly, "why don't you come by my bakery and we can make them together?" she offers, "maybe then it won't turn out too terrible -- though i'm sure yours would be amazing regardless." a smile graces upon her lips. "you are way too kind! i appreciate the support."

"i think you've crawled your way into my heart," delilah joked. "i read a book once where the main character made cookie dough cupcakes and i have always wanted to try either making or trying it. i think you have inspired me to conjure something up in my kitchen. it might be the most action it will ever get." delilah made the mental note to look for the girl's bakery, sweet sensation. "a coffee flavored cupcake? i'm way too interested now. you might have found yourself a new regular customer."

[paradiserottttt]

𝐖𝐇𝐎: daiyu x akira ( @descorts )

FOR DEAD HAND, DAIYU WOULD CARVE HER HEART OUT. It is a symbolic declaration of loyalty kept primarily to herself (to ensure Akira isn’t given any ideas on the matter.) From the moment she’s first anointed an associate, Daiyu knows she’s discovered something worthy of dedicating a lifetime too. An empire worthy of rivaling Liena’s. And so, she slithers her way through the ranks, until it’s Akira’s ear Daiyu’s secured. An outsider turned most trusted advisor. A formidable combination— one devoid of mercy and brimming with ambition. Daiyu, ever the voice of reason (or at the very least, the least deranged between the two of them), studies Akira with a prying expression. Unearthing any of his ideas or schemes continuously remains at the top of her to do list. “What are you thinking?” she finally asks, head tilted inquisitively. “Better yet, what are you plotting?”

[angelsdvsts]

˖ ࣪ . ࿐ ♡ ˚ . ↪ closed for @oldspoet ˖ ࣪ . ࿐ ♡ ˚ .

"it is eight o'clock in the morning, what could you possibly be so mad about right now?"

[ofsvnshine]

closed starter - @jadedblud

someone   caught   daiyu's   eye   and   he   found   his   legs   moving,   crossing   the   room   towards   them   before   his   mind   had   a   chance   to   even   think   of   what   he   was   even   going   to   say.   and   that   of   course   had   him   standing   in   front   of   eden   like   a   fool,   awkward   as   ever.   “   i   like   your   costume,   ”   he   said   gently.   “   i   wasn't   sure   what   to   dress   up   as   so   …   i   didn't.   ”