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[nightwonder7]

"How is your head as dense as your body?"

Duo hunter shenanigans.

[camiesoup]

happy birthday ganji !! he deserves the world... also other drawings ! the eli is from a design i saw by chawawanya on X/twt !! very cutie i loved it

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Hi! I hope your having a good day/night wherever you are 🫶

I was wondering if you could maybe write some friends to lovers head cannons with Ganji and Eli?

hello!! you too anon💖 (like. 5 months later but oh well :c )

this is such a cute prompt HEEHEE >W<

ganji gupta and eli clark friends to lovers hcs🏏🦉

ganji gupta🏏

he likes company but doesn't like initiating hangouts. he's a man of few words, most of them reserved for when there's really no other option other than to communicate verbally

whenever you two sit together he always gets a bit restless and fidgety. if you try to bring up the topic he'll just brush it off, saying it's nothing to worry about

he can't EVER discern if he likes somebody or if he's just anxious and it literally swallows him whole. thinking about verbalizing what he feels or physical closeness makes him feel a bit dizzy so he just pushes these thoughts to the back of his brain until they eventually resurface again

gets a tad distant, being a bit rude and brash as a defense mechanism

shows his care by being (over)protective, especially in matches. when he sees you in danger it's like he's seeing red, leaving hunters bruised from his aggressive swings. he says he's overprotective in general, that you're not special and that he treats you like he would anyone else, but it hurts to say that when he thinks the exact opposite

confess first. or, at least, hint at doing so. it's not gonna get to his head unless you say it first, directly, no buts or ifs - only then will he realize that hey, maybe i should stop denying myself romantic attraction?

your first few dates are a bit awkward. you two are a *thing* now, but he doesn't understand the new boundaries your relationship sets. is it really alright to hold your waist in front of everyone?

just give him some time until he gets comfortable, it takes time for him to drop the stoic persona

his first kisses are sloppy. he initiates them slowly and without much confidence, hands trembling as they bring you closer and he plants his warm lips against the corner of your mouth - he still doesn't dare to go lips-to-lips. they make for a good laugh afterwards, him nervously grinning at his own anxiety.

is almost shocked when you return the favor, maybe even more eagerly than him. slowly kiss his temples, rub the back of his head with care and he's paralyzed under your hands, his mind wandering away beneath your tender touches

his most cherished moments with you are spent in complete silence. the feeling of unconditional love contained within a comfortable silence is indispensable, and just the fact that he doesn't have to strain himself with small talk and expressing things he can't actually describe feels great

eli clark🦉

victory or loss, no matter his mood, whenever you call upon eli clark his head turns towards you in a second. his face is completely covered - save for his mouth and nose - but his lips are always curled into a soft smile

the cloaked seer enjoys solitude and spends most of his free time in it. he's softspoken, but always a tad gloomy and breathless

yet it doesn't take much to creep under his skin. a few kind words will quickly put him at ease and, encouraged by your own openness, he won't hesitate to be straightforward with you

spending so much time pondering and overthinking, he can't help but notice his feelings towards you. well, they might not be feelings by the traditional definition, but what other word can describe the tingles he feels when he hears your voice from behind, when you creep upon him? or the surge of heat in his abdomen while he's slowly making his way towards you, watching your expression change through brooke's eyes?

he confesses first. definetly. it'll take him a few days to devise a plan, to find the best spot and time to confess and phrase his thoughts, but it wouldn't take long during your friendship for it to happen. he's a bit of a romantic at heart and can easily get swayed by affection

most of his ways of expressing affection are through small PDA. tenderly holding your hand or your waist, rubbing your shoulders after a tense match or holding you from the back. he's a literal heat machine! has so much layers on and it feels really good to lay back against him in response. you can easily wrap the remaining fabric around yourself, too

only takes off his hood and blindfold a bit further into the relationship. he's so used to them masking his true appearance that taking them off in front of others makes him feel vulnerable

asks the WEIRDEST questions and says the most random stuff on dates. literally no filter. who knows where his mind actually goes while you talk to him?

likes when you get touchy with him :,) rub his hips (they're kinda sore and he often has to crack them like knuckles, it's hard to carry so many bags and pouches around his waist ok!!), mess with his hair, trace your fingers around his face, whisper him the dumbest things up-close into his ear, hell, even bite him if you want to! has insomnia anyways and any kind of stimulation helps him fall asleep. he just turns into a happy human blob

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the app crashed on me the moment I saved this, so THANKGOD it was in my gallery after 😭😭 ganji goopa my app couldn't handle your swag 🔥 (this my bf @l4v4c4ke btw)

[g004]

[dotedlover]

I need you to yap about your oc……….

YES YES YES I LOVE HER SM,,, she's my main oc,,,

The Caregiver | Cecille Maduro

"I miss my babies. All I wanted was to be a mom."

Dear Detectives, warmly welcome the Caregiver to the manor and she will make a special spot her you in her heart! Time spent with her is always comforting and she will enjoy the time spent with you.

Character Profile:

Name: Cecille Maduro

Career: The Caregiver

Item: Blanket

Role: Rescue/Assist

Faction: Survivor

Hunter Identity: Weeping Angel (not yet developed im NOT locked in)

Difficulty: 1.5/3

Birthday: February 29th

Gender: Female

Age: 25

Height: 5'7

Ethnicity: Native American/Spanish/Mexican

Voice Claim: Kara (From "Detroit: Become Human")

Symbol: 🫂

Kamoji: (∴◓᷄‸◓᷅��)

MBTI: ENFJ-A

Alignment: Neutral Good

Likes: Quality Time, Baking, Toys

Dislikes: Fire, Loud Noises, Fireworks

Character EP (The songs they've been releasing for characters): Almost ANYTHING made by Øneheart. absolute melancholic music.

Abilities:

Sacrifical Comfort: The Caregiver carries a blanket with 3 uses per match. She comforts a selected survivor, allowing the survivor to decode 5% quicker and the fear radius grows by 20%. When dealt damage while wearing the blanket, the damage will transfer over to the Caregiver, leaving the attacked survivor unharmed and making the blanket dissapear. If the offer of comfort is rejected, The caregiver decodes 10% slower for 20 seconds. She is able to see the survivor with the blanket at all times until it is no longer in use. 

Urgency: Due to the Caregivers nature, she worries greatly for her teammates. Once a survivor is hit, they will be highlighted to her for 10 seconds. When a survivor becomes chaired, movement speed increases by 20% and time to be rescued is decreased by 15% percent. Once rescuing a teammate, she will immediately pass on a blanket if avalible. If the rescued survivor gets damaged within the following 5 seconds, both the rescued survivor and the Caregiver will recieve 0.25 damage.

Sensitive: The Caregiver has an incredibly low tolerance for paid. When dealt any sort of damage, healing time increases by 5 percent and can be stacked up to 4 times (20% total). Additionally, due to having sensitive ears, the loud sounds of the cipher machine gives her a headache. Decoding speed is reduced by 10%. If a callibration is failed, she decodes 15% slower for the next 15 seconds and the setback is 2% more than a normal survivor. Bleeds out quicker by 15%.

Empathetic Soother: Having taken care of others for the majority of her life, she is soft and gentle with her hands. Heals 10% quicker. Knowing when others are in pain, she is able to detect injured survivors from 20 meters away.

Lore:

(now for the juicy part 😈)

Character Introduction:

Born as a twin in a low income family with absent parents in the West Coast of America, Cecille and Caden had to fend for themselves. Cecille took upon a more domesticated home life as her twin scavenged for food when they had no money. Cecille took up a position to aid wounded soldiers to have some sort of revenue, and here is where she met a man named Silas Barnett, the two soon fell quickly in love. Dreaming of having children of her own, the couple realized that Cecille was infertile. Falling into a depression, Silas decided to move them both to a new life in Britain. When Caden was urged by her sister to join them, he declined, not wanting to leave their home and a strong dislike of Silas.

From there, Cecille and Silas opened up an Orphanage/Daycare center where Cecille slowly began to recover from the news of unable to have children. This quickly became her entire life, she loved taking care of children and finally felt fulfilled when Silas proposed to her. However this dream didn't last long. Soon, Silas realized that this hadn't been the life he wanted and urged Cecille to close the center. She obviously struck the idea down, and their relationship became extremely rocky. Silas felt as if she began to nitpick on habits around the children such as no smoking, drinking, or any behavior that would be a negative stressor for the children. On the other hand, Cecille was worried about Silas completely calling off their marriage because they constantly argued about the life they were living.

On New Years Eve, the two had a major argument when discussing New Year's resolutions. Cecille decided to send everyone to bed early (mainly because these children being extremely young), and slept in a separate room than Silas this night. Silas at the end of his patience, decided that he was going to start his new life without Cecille and leave this behind. In a fit of rage, he pours gasoline sets the entire building on fire. Everything was set off rapidly to the point where Cecille barely had time to react, thick smoke already flooding the rooms. Cecille grabbed the crying infants that she slept next to and ran outside, though most of the damage was already done. Many people quickly came to Cecille's aid with the children she held in her hands, and she impulsively ran back in to attempt to save more small children from the crumbling building. People ran after her as she made her way inside because everything was already lost. Her entire body covered in burn scars, she cried as she looked at her life burning down in flames as fireworks went off to celebrate the New Year.

Everyone but Cecille dies in this fire, even the babies she initially saved. Their young and developing lungs couldn't handle the smoke inhalation and passed shortly after. Waiting for the police report, Cecille quickly has her wounds treated and she is released to a small home that she and Silas bought in the past.

As soon as the police report gets back to Cecille, she is told that they have all the bodies accounted for except for Silas and the fire had been deemed intentional. This is solidified because neighbors outside waiting to celebrate the New Year seen Silas leave the building shortly before the fire roared. They are unable to find Silas and with this information, Cecille has a mental breakdown. Looking at her engagement ring in disgust, she yanks it off her finger and begins to have a manic episode. She destroys everything in the house, shoving everything off of countertops, tipping over tables and breaking chairs, smashing glass and windows, shredding photos of she and Silas all while screaming and crying. Ripped bedsheets that the two confided in together and stained them with whatever she could find.

Manor Invitation:

Torn by the events and everything she's lost, Cecille receives a mysterious invitation that proposes an offer that she cannot pass up: Participate in a "game" for ensuring the capture of Silas.

Character Lore Summary:

Growing up with many hardships, she worked to change her fate and soon made a wonderful life for herself. Unfortunately, said life came crashing down in flames. Grief-stricken and in unbearable sorrow, the losses of the ones she called her own left her in heartache. She has to hold him accountable and can no longer bear to call him her "lover".

Cannon Oletus Manor:

I haven't created or stabilized enough OC's to create a survivor cannon match for her. However, she DOES have a hunter identity.

In the match where Cecille is the hunter, Weeping Angel, two survivors that participate in the match happen to be Caden and Silas. Both are TRAUMATIZED to see what she has turned in to. She runs into the both of them arguing (rightfully so, Caden was devastated to hear about what happened to the orphanage, and it turns out Silas had been keeping all the letters he wrote to her, which is why he never received a response since Cecille believed that Caden hated her after she left). Cecille is shocked to see her twin, but immediately turns her attention to Silas where she,,, murders him. She does NOT care about capturing anyone else and focuses directly on torturing her ex-fiancee.

Fanon Oletus Manor:

Fannon Manor Events (which I focus more on because tee be ache, its much more fun) differ. A little but of background: I used to ship Cecille with Eli until I felt guilty because Eli literally has Gertrude so I just decided to traumatize Cecille even more by making her "the other woman" (LANA DEL REY REFERENCE????) (im evil 😈) Im not going to get to it here but ill do some angst fics with them in the future.

Eli and Cecile start off pretty solid, they're both caring and generally work out together well. Lowkey a power couple until Cecille finds unsent letters to someone from Eli that she is NOT happy about. She feels stupid because the signs were always there, for she had comforted him on nights where he broke down but never told her why, though never pushed it for his own privacy. Cecille feels used, betrayed, all of the above. Though she takes it like a champ and while she would rather NOT interact with Eli, she won't be an asshole if she has to be around him.

Then Ganji arrives at the manor and they kiss and they're in love and no one or anything can ever separate them and,,,, AOUGH I just love cecille x ganji so much im going to THROW UP

ill lock in with them soon,,, trust,,,

CECILLE FUN FACTS YAYAYAY:

(just little worms about her that eat my brain)

SO SO SO SO SO kind and giving. She's just a comfortable character to be around and won't react negatively to some intimate actions. Share a drink with her using the same straw, literally undress butt booty naked and she wouldn't question anything (though the latter might come from her usually seeing people naked due to taking care of them.) ask her to take you a bath, for a kiss, to have her sleep in the same bed if you've had rough matches. All platonic and she's just so sweet. hold hands with her as you travel with her around the manor or during a match. ask for a massage or for a well cooked meal. her love language to others is DEFINITELY acts of service, but everything she's willing to do might as well be all 5 of the love languages. (please make ur oc x cecille art im all here for it)

On the other hand, she's also honest. She doesn't sugarcoat anything and WILL point out if you've done something wrong. Scolds people for treating others unfairly for no reason. (stuck up characters like Edgar and Freddy are usually on the receiving end of her scolding for this reason) She doesn't treat them disrespectfully, but will just be blunt of what they've clearly done wrong.

Positive traits: Empathetic, loving, hardworking, patient, encouraging

Neutral Traits: Unassuming, firm, cautious, analytical, frugal

Negative Traits: Melancholic, overbearing, worrywart, wary, sensitive

She CANNOT stand arrogant and rude adults,,, she literally LOOSES her mind and think of how disappointed their parents are because,, she's just appalled.

She's lowkey a little silly,,, Cecille LOVES having quality time with other survivors that are enjoyable to be around. She won't mind baking for them, or making an abundance of food to get fat while they are together. (She sometimes throws secret "parties" in her room that she invites anyone who won't tell) (Emily has caught her on multiple occasions)

Tries to unwind at the manor. She never had the chance to experience the lack of responsibilities because she raised herself and her adopted children afterwards. Does try to experience some things she wish she'd done when younger.

She dosent smoke, but she enjoys a nice alcoholic beverage once in a while.

isn't one of those annoying mother characters that infantilizes others, she UNDERSTANDS that people are adults. wont say stuff like that "omg dont curse" or continuously does things that puts people in those situations that make you wonder why she's treating them as if they're 12.

Though, she WILL baby and spoil people who outright ASK for it. who is she to deny when people come to her for it? however, she sees that not everyone wants her to be affectionate and if she is rejected she won't offer again until it is asked for. (she might be a little butthurt but its okay, she'll get over it without holding a grudge)

literally body blocks for EVERYONE.

bleeds out a LOT!!! with the time to bleed out decreased, going up against Percy or Joseph is her worst nightmare.

Sometimes, some hunters might just be dicks and bleed her out for fun

When meeting someone new she's usually formal, calling them by their last name unless specified otherwise

enjoys some sort of physical initiation when meeting up with someone (hug, pat, handshake) but still understands if thats not someone's thing

She loves bonding with the hunters so much, loves Leo, Bane, and the grumpy old man Burke to death

KEVIN!!! SHE LOVES KEVIN SO MUCH,,, they're besties and id lowkey ship them together too #mexicansinlove

this specifically has always been brewing in the back of my mind, but I feel like Kevin still carries much guilt with Angelina and he somewhat connects the two together which draws and pushes him away from Cecille in a romantic sense,,

cuts her hair when it gets too long to let go.

LOVES eating. LOVES cooking to eat. professional big back right here (her model is OLD OLD, ~2 years. id love to visit it again to make her chubbier)

she dosent have much stamina, but lord is she STRONG!!! can pick up almost every survivors in the manor

probably teases ganji when they're doing smthn sporty together, (I dont think ganji can lift her up, but she can FOR SURE carry that man) they're racing and she's huffing and puffing but she tells him in a shit ass teasing voice, "just dont let me catch you, gupta." cecille being bold makes ganji WEAK, he dosent know if he should let her catch him or run faster

holds ur hand when youre venting to her!!!! one of those people who you just know who actually cares about what youre saying

some of her habits are:

paints her nails just to scrape the paint off

rhythmic blinking

just bumps people with her hips randomly or when playing around

her hands are for some reason always cold as fuck???? so she always puts them under or between her thighs to warm them up

ALWAYS!!! and I mean ALWAYS!!!! has butterscotch candy on her. her ABSOLUTE FAVORITE THING

like, she's munching on that shit mid kite

She enjoys baking/cooking and cleaning

Trivia:

Cecille was actually originally made to be a self insert until I was really unhappy with the idea and she became a oc

Was originally meant to be a therapist until Ada was released! Her abilities were extremely similar to postman but worse since the characters would have to find each other mid match to receive buffs

she dosent mind that she's a little overweight, actually really loves her body! the only reason why she's always covered up is because of the burn scars on her body that she's embarrassed of

her birth certificate reads "cecil" and not "cecille". the nurse made a mistake on the spelling (reference for when I made her my dumbass thought that cecil was pronounced cecille. smh my illiterate ass)

despite hating loud noises, she can tolerate children. maybe she's grown deaf to it over the years

going back to the therapist and then ada being released, net ease has always been my opp when it came to ideas with her??? her once skin was meant to be her in a wedding gown and the skin was going to be called "promised day" and then the Mary skin came out. Then her deduction star would have been "Dorthy" from "The Wizard of Oz" then Memory received that skin as well. Lastly, Ada's "Everlasting Night" Skin is THE EXACT same concept I had for a skin for Cecille but it would have been called "Bleeding Blossoms" and would have been white instead of black. cant believe u net ease

Cecille's favorite flowers are babys breath, Lilly of the valley, and forget me nots

Playlist:

Harpy Hare - Yaelorke

Die in a Fire - The Living Tombstone

Evelyn Evelyn - Evelyn Evelyn

I Bet on Loosing Dogs - Mitski

The Other Woman - Lana Del Rey

Nothings New - Rio Romero

Please Please Please Let Me Get What I Want - The Smiths

It's Been So Long - The Living Tombstone

The Moon Will Sing - The Crane Wives

Little Soldiers - The Crane Wives

Army Dreamers - Kate Bush

(there's probably more for her playlist but im so tired rn)

cecille if you were real you would have loved Lana del Rey and mitski and would kin Emily from corpse bride and loved Anya from mouth washing....

NETEASE!! ADD HER TO THE GAME RIGHT NOW!!!!

tytyty new oomfie for asking about her,,, I love yapping about her she makes me mentally ill

they,,,

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Batter Up!

ganji gupta x gn!reader 4.5K WORDS

syn: ganji gupta moved in next door to you, and after a curious while of pining, you finally have him. Now that he's your boyfriend, you might as well edge him for taking too long to love you back; just hope he doesn't punish you for it.

tags: NSFW, gn sex terms for reader, bottom reader, ganji calls read "priya" (the nickname), a lot of plot to this porn, edging ganji, raw sex (don't do this), fluff and smut

snpt: He's hot, scorchingly so. His bronze skin radiates in the sunlight, pouring in from his sheltered blinds. His chest is heaving, chiseled and structured, and broad shoulders drooping longingly. The sound of his panting breath, how he reacts to every little movement, it was driving you mad.

You couldn't pinpoint what caught your eye about your new neighbor. Ganji Gupta moved into your city in the summer. He was the sort of brooding guy you'd normally stay away from. He walked around with a heavy-set brow, badgered and heated. He was always by himself, and it was rare that anyone would ever see him around. Despite that, the sounds of him you'd hear radiating from his apartment were so estranged from his persona. The whooping joyful cheers, the bitter tears, the scorching screams, you've heard it all.

You remember the nights unable to sleep, you'd find yourself in the bathroom to smoke, and in the ear-ringingly quiet early mornings, you'd hear the softest of whimpering cries pouring out from your fan. How he'd hiccup and pitifully suck up his snot until he couldn't take it, and blew it all away. As sad as it was for you, you couldn't help but laugh, just the tiniest.

Or the nights you'd come home from a tough shift to your quiet world to lay on your couch, only to hear the yells of a loyal fanatic, shouting sports buzzwords through the wall behind you. His voice spiked like a prepubescent child, filled with voice cracks mixed with both terror and delight. And how he'd scream, "Give it some aaair!" Ever so childishly. And the victory, "Woohoo"s he would launch out, or the losing "Maaderchod" that would gouge his system. Whenever his team lost or won, he still laughed a booming one, it was too addictive to your ears. You often found him more entertaining than the book you just so happened to want to read in the living room, for no particular reason…

Rare and few, on those particularly bad days, you'd find yourself awake, unable to sleep, something that came close to your normal nights. You'd hear silence as you read your book. Only for it to be interrupted by a horrid call. A sound rivaling the most widowed banshees, a yell deep from his belly. You recall the first time you heard it, the way your heart spiked, and how you heard him pant and weave. The heavy thumps as you could only assume were him rolling out of bed. As the months went on, you came to learn whenever his nightmares got bad, he'd go squat in his bathroom and cry in the little space. And for some reason, you'd be in there too, playing your most comforting songs, for no reason at all…

All of these things intrigued you the most about Ganji Gupta.

But Ganji Gupta knew just as much about you as you knew about him.

He liked you because you were so quiet. When he first came here, he was so annoyed at the idea of having neighbors, let alone a studio apartment with thin walls? He could imagine the sounds he'd hear, the noises that would keep him up at night, it irritated him so deeply. But, he was met with silence, all the time. Well, all except in the bathroom. You always had the fan on in there, and through the spinning, he could hear you so clearly. As if you were talking to him on a windy day.

You always talked to yourself in there, it was ridiculously funny. Always trashing some coworker as if you're on a phone call, yet he never hears another person's voice. Or yelling at your boss in the mirror, only to go dead silent when you've worn yourself out. How you took long showers blasting your music, music he never knew he could learn to love. How you'd sing, swearing you could be a singer if you tried hard enough. Or how… whenever those bad days happened, he'd always find himself in the bathroom, and he'd always hear you playing a little song. So he started going there, subconsciously, and no matter the hour, he'd always find you would always be playing a song in there.

Let's not forget the more explicit days in the shower for you, but always-- always-- he left to go shopping during that time, even if he had just come back.

He's seen you around town a lot. You're popular with everyone, working down at a restaurant with good favor. Apparently, the old folks love you cause you're polite, and the younger folks love you cause you're understanding. He hoped you'd never notice him, just like the rest of everyone else. He was content with just prying into little glimpses into your world every now and again. He was okay with being a shut-in.

He thought so, at least.

He didn't know how impossible doing that could be, he suddenly had a hit out on his back.

Whenever you went out, you played Where's Waldo for him, and the more you started looking for him, the more you swore he started to appear. The more you started asking around about him, the more you started to see him. The aunties and the old folk loved to gossip, they knew the most horrid things about everyone here. How the infamous Ganji Gupta used to be a Royal Cricket player on the British team until that team went up in smokes. How he and one other are the only survivors, and humors say he started it. How he's vicious and nasty, wintery and bitter, brooding and angry; but the grannies always called him polite…

So much heresy on Ganji Gupta, just who is he?

Ganji, on the other hand, started noticing how the grannies would suddenly flock to him more. He's always been kinder to them, but they started doing a 360° on him randomly. Always asking of him or about you… He didn't understand it at all. He wasn't a gossiper. He wasn't friendly, yet they always had a story about you they wanted to share. How you wouldn't hurt a fly, how you're as prissy as an angel, yet Ganji Gupta's heard all the vicious things you say about your coworkers whenever you're angry… It was comical.

Just who were you, really?

Besides, he wanted to improve his health (for no reason at all) so he started to go on walks. That was another mistake he made.

You definitely should not have asked the grannies about Ganji Gupta. You remember the day they flocked over to you, telling you all the responses Ganji made whenever they told stories about you. It was so embarrassing! You ask them for help one time, and suddenly they've made it their mission to pit you together. But they also told you about them seeing him more around sunset for a couple weeks. So… For no reason at all, you decided to go on walks for your health… That just so happened to be at the coolest time of the day… which just so happened to be sunset… For no reason.

A new world was opened up for you.

It was just like the grannies told you. Every day at sunset, Ganji Gupta took a sweaty jog in the hot summer heat, drenched from head to toe, shirt clinging onto his tall and broad frame. His bandana was drenched in his sweat- he was handsome. You'd never seen him so close (despite you being on the opposite side of the street), you'd never seen him so consistently either. He had dark eyes, bronze skin that rivaled gold, fluffy dark curls, and was littered with scars here and there. You decided, (for no reason at all!@) to really take your workouts seriously, just like him!

But unfortunately, when you tried. Ganji Gupta would look right at you. His face pinched, brows deep set. A judging look that would scream, "What the fuck are you doing?" You never knew greater embarrassment. So… You just… Started jogging early mornings instead.

For Ganji, it only made sense that he started seeing you more often when he started going out more. Sunset was perfect for jogging, all the old people were put away for bed, and it was just early enough for the wild nightlife to be asleep, and plus the summer heat wasn't so vicious. But, after a while of his workouts, he started seeing you not once in a while but, everyday. Not just you but other younger people his age. Everyone suddenly, and he means everyone, wanted to start working out at sunset and you were no different.

It was pissing him off. Was he a trendsetter or something? Why did everyone start copping him? Even that guy William started walking, no, not just walking, running up to him to chat, it was missing him off. Plus seeing you so much while he was sweaty, uncomfortable, and unprepared wasn't ideal. Why were you here, what the fuck were you doing? He looked at you, he was seeing you so much-- Too much it was too much for him. So you can imagine the day he finally looked over, just as you two were crossing paths, the day your eyes both met, the day he reeled back in frantic aggressive embarrassment, begging for the moment not to happen. Accidentally throwing on a face too mean, and seeing your face quirk in disappointed disbelief, and then he never saw you at sunset again.

God. He crushed his spirit for days after that. He gets mean when he's nervous like a bad dog. He'd take it back if he could. So… He started going out even more… For no reason at all. Besides, that William Ellis guy was becoming a friend to him anyway, the annoying kind that would drag him along to everything.

The day you started hearing about Ganji Gupta from your friends was the day you thought pigs were flying. Slowly by slowly, everyone started having their own stories about Ganji Gupta. How he used to be a batter, how he's really funny, how he's so grateful and polite, how he's so good at sports, too many personal things about your Ganji Gupta. It was aggravating to you. He looks at you like your scum and hates talking to people, but suddenly he's everyone's best friend. You hated it. You hated it even more when you went out to bars to have fun and you'd see him there. You never saw him anywhere. The bar was your safe space from him. You hear him so Intimately at home, and you can't escape the reality that you might not be as important to him as he is to you.

God you couldn't even go out partying cause he started showing up there too. He was everywhere and he was always looking at you. If he hated you so much he should learn to stay at home.

Ganji started really having fun again, he didn't know life could feel so good. He joined the local football team, and he was surprised to know he was good at it. He was always with his team. They were dumb as rocks so he always had to take care of them, making sure they were not drinking too much (aka viciously scolding them), making sure they got home, and bringing them liquid IVS. He was the dad in the group and honestly, he was pretty unhappy about it, but I guess he'll keep playing the part, for no reason at all…

But he started seeing the people you were with all the time now that he was active again. Turns out they were pretty funny and genuine people, so it only meant you were that kind of person too. God, you were like a little flower to him, so far out of his reach but he could see it bloom every day. He liked you so much, it was weird. So weird he had to talk about it with William. Then William really started hounding him around everywhere. William knew who you hung out with, what you loved to do when you were out, the bar you liked to go to, everything. And the more he started going to these locations, seeing you in it even when you weren't there, the less nervous he became. He started seeing you a lot more, and he liked it.

He'll, when he went to parties he had the pleasure of bumping into you and having your first conversation.

"Oh sorry," you cried as you continued to brush past him.

"You're fine," He said, but you didn't stop to hear him.

….

Yes… He felt victorious. But he needed more. After months of pining only for that to be your one conversation, he felt stupid. And maybe it was because he was tipsy, but he followed you out the door.

"Going home?" he asked, suddenly appearing next to you.

You were clearly drunk, hobbling down the road at night, wearing the nicest of outfits. You looked too cute. But you looked at him annoyed, as if you were deeply inconvenienced by his presence.

"Duh…" You said.

He smirked. That was the you that he knew, the snippy one who barked at mirrors.

"It's dark, and you're walking by yourself," he said. "I'll just walk you home."

Your eyebrows furrowed, but you didn't protest him.

And he walked you all the way home. He left you at the door, and you got the courage to peek through your eyehole. But oddly, instead of going home too, you watched him walk back over to the elevator and go down. Did he? Did he just leave the party to escort you?

Ganji Gupta… You really were getting a crush on him now.

After that day, you noticed how rare it was to hear him cry or yell out at night. Unfortunately, in return, you heard multiple voices yelling in his house on game nights, but that's something you could easily settle for. It made you smile.

God, you wanted him bad.

And luckily for you, that one conversation turned into two. Then three and four, then it turned into a group chat. Your friend group had mixed with his, and now it was impossible not to be anywhere without Ganji. Then… It was that inevitable message from Ganji Gupta. Then it was the doorbell rang, and he got to be invited into your lively home, and you to his barren one.

You learned he liked competitive video games, especially Mario Kart. You learned he never goes easy on anyone, and you learned how satisfying it was to take wins from him. You heard his victory cries and loser shouts in person, close up, one on one. You saw his smile, you heard his laughs. When you went away on trips you made him a spare key to look after your plants, and when you came back you never asked for it back, so there he was whenever you got off work, sitting in your living room all moody. The day he asked you out, your favorite flowers in hand, all dressed up neatly. How could you say no to that shy face?

You were so happy.

But.

You wanted to see that face he makes when he loses just one more time.

And that all led you to today:

He's hot, scorchingly so. His bronze skin radiates in the sunlight, pouring in from his sheltered blinds. His chest is heaving, chiseled, and structured, and his broad shoulders drooping longingly. The sound of his panting breath. How he reacts to every little movement.

You lick him up from the base to his tip, watching him grunt in confusion, with eyes that read, "What are you doing to me," but with moans that beg for more. You carefully grab his base, his cock is on the longer side with a thick head, and the color is lively. You take him into his mouth and he sighs out, looking over at his watch.

"We'll be- ah… late, priya…" He whispers into the air, laying his hands down by his sides and letting his back rest against the wall. The two of you were just about to leave for a small get-together with William and the friends, but you have other plans.

You stare brazenly up at his pretty face as you stuff your mouth with more of him. He lets his jaw fall slack, not shy at all to privy you to his pretty sounds, "Aah… Wa-- ahh… More, mera pyaar," he calls. He knows how extra sensitive you are with that nickname.

You squint your eyes trying to keep your composure. Your free hand wraps also around his glisteningly wet cock, pumping him with both hands as you slurp up his head. He moans deeply, jaw falling slack and staring down at you with overtaken eyes.

Despite your bullying of his cock, he keeps his composure too. He didn't buck into you, nor did he grab chunks of your hair. But instead, he moaned proudly, not shy to his deliciously intimate sounds. His vulnerability hung in the air, body completely at will to you, it was driving you crazy.

He kept his composure as you sucked at his thick head, your hot mouth combined as your swirling tongue familiarized itself with his equally piping hot anatomy. The way you curled your tongue along his ridges and circled his tip, bullying the tip of your wet muscle into his hole only to plunge him back deeper in your mouth; your hands jerking him down.

"Aah! Mera pyaar," he gasps sharply, "I'm g-gonna cum." Your eyes narrow, and you slowly down on him immediately, pulling him out of your mouth and dropping one hand to lay on his thigh. He cries out in surprise, his moan turning into a deep, unsettled grunt. "Priya," he curses your pet name, his eyebrows furrowed deeply.

God, he was so handsome, so weak in the palm of your hand. You grinned at him.

You ask, "What's wrong?" As you lick a stripe up from his base to his tip again, his body sensitively shivering. "Upset you didn't get to cum," you ask again, your tone teasingly erotic.

He leans his head back with a jaunty laugh, disbelief drowning in his eyes. You immediately soak it up, watching the way his neck is beautifully revealed to you.

You wanted to devour him, completely.

You knew asking him to beg wouldn't do you any good, he'd just do it anyway. He's never afraid to hide sides of himself from you, so there wouldn't be any power in it… But still, you had to hear him say it, your heart wouldn't move on if he didn't.

"Beg, my prince," you mutter as you pepper kisses on his shaft.

"Please, my heart… Suck on me, j-just a bit more… Please," he begs, and you sigh out, his words leaving a wake of tremors down your spine.

He never asked you to let him cum.

You took him back in, only this time you only held him with one hand. You guided him deeper into your cavern, taking as much of him as you could and leaving your hand to warm the rest.

"Agh, mera pyaar," and he rewards you handsomely with a chasmic pant.

You slurped and bobbed on him, looking up at him from between his lap. Watching his chest heave deliciously, the breaths leaving his agape lips. Pretty two-toned lips that looked so lonely without yours. You clenched your eyes close at the thought. You really were going to go insane.

You could smell and taste the bitter juices he leaked out in your mouth. You could hear his moans every second, and feel his scorching heat fire at your mouth. You could feel him hit the back of your throat as you bobbed, a feeling you didn't know could be so addictive. Chasing your own high to see how many times you could make yourself gag, and there he was, moaning and shivering, being so good to not grab at your head or anything.

He was driving you insane.

Ganji Gupta was all yours, all yours.

"Haa, I'm cuming," He gasps sharply. You pull right off him. "P-Priya!" He curses.

His eyes glared angrily, yet he cupped the back of your head and smashed your face against his base, his penis leaning against your cheek. You giggle, desperate to avoid her stern glare. "But you're so cute my love…" You purr, desperate to get yourself out of trouble.

"We're going to be late," he barks.

You pepper apologetic kisses against his shaft, kitten licks as you suck in the smell of him. He's so hot against your face. You slurped up the side of up, pulling off yet again to look into his eyes.

"I need you inside me," you pant tiresomely.

"Then we might as well cancel on William," he huffed, furrowing his brow, but his eyes were drunk with pleasure.

"No, no. We should go," you giggle, still kitten-licking his dick.

"Then act like it or you won't be going anywhere," he grunts, grabbing chunks of your hair. You moan happily.

"Ganji… Let's just be fast about it," you whisper as you rise up onto your knees, pushing yourself into him and resting your head against his belly. You could feel his dick poke against your chest. And you wanted it in so many places but there.

"You're bad, priya," he scowls, but he doesn't refuse.

A smile instantly overtakes your face as you stand up, grinning ear to ear. Embarrassment covers his face as he stands up after you. He slings you over his shoulder, despite your giggles of protest, to drop you on your back in the middle of his bed.

The light of the sunset pours in from the window blades, coating you in brilliant orange hues. His heart skips a beat. It only makes him even more angry, but he can't even keep it, his chest is too warm. He can feel his dick twitch, suddenly so cold without you.

He digs into your neck, nipping you, sculpting its movement with his tongue. Any other day and you'd be bitten, but you two had places to be, and appearances to make. He hears your breath moan, the sound tantalizing in the air.

"Mmh, Ganji… Forgive me, I'm sorry," you pant as he pulls your clothes off your body.

He laughs, "Don't defame the word, it'll lose its meaning. You know you're not sorry," it's within seconds you're almost fully naked, and he's next to undressing himself. As soon as he finished he hops back onto you, caging you between his arms and sliding his hands down your body. Everywhere he touches is hot and weak, his large palms stirring up a wake of desire. You're incredibly aroused by this point, he's aware of the bed of fluids by your sex.

He giggles sweetly to part your legs, kissing your sex with no problem.

"We gotta go," you whine, and he grunts stiffly.

You were right, but damn you started it.

He sucks his fingers into his mouth and presses them against your hole, "Dammit," he hisses.

"Raw?" You gasp as his finger slips inside of you, twirling and spreading you to prepare you for him. Your breath hitches, chest begins to heave. He grabs your leg with his free hand, propping up your knee.

He stares up at you with piercing eyes, licking a stripe up the inside of your thigh to the middle of it. "No time, remember," his eyes lidded dangerously.

You clench around him, "f-fuck," and mewl as he pulls those fingers out.

His thick head meets your entrance, no time to give it kisses** as it rudely plunges straight into you. You arch and cry at his fullness, as he laughs and sinks down to lay his lips against your ear. "Too much for you, mera pyaar," his tone is teasing, his breath mingling against your ear.

"Mmh, go crazy, my love," you stammer and wrap your arms around his shoulders.

Ganji slams into your body, and your body is shocked from your head to your toes. You call out his name, but it's nothing under the relentless fucking. "F-Fuck-- I'm so mad at you," he groans into your ear, his eyebrows pinched, his words filled with heavy pants. His hands grip your hips intensely, his moans raggedy and jaded in your ears. His thrusts are scolding, hard, and quick, the desperate sounds of your sexes mingling drown in the air, as you try your best not to dig your nails into his flesh.

If he keeps it up, you'll cum in no time. But you're sure that's what he wants.

"G-aanji! Aah," you moan.

"Shh… Haa, keep it d-down… Aah… You'll upset my neighbor," he cackles, leaning up out of your body to stare at you, he adjusts his hold on your hips, holding your body up by it. His muscles radiate with gleaming sweat, his bronze form, his handsome face, and the delicious scars that cover his body in random places. You clench onto him, trying to stop your high from reaching you so soon. Your moans spike, and he laughs airily. "What am I kidding- my neighbor's already so loud. So annoying… so rude and-- f-fucking beautiful… my priya-- ah I can't be without 'em, I need you… I love you. I wanna be with you e-everyday, mera pyaar," he cries as he begins to hand his head back. His moans get higher, his thrusts sharper, no longer worried about hardness but about quickly pumping himself full of you.

"I'm gonna cum, mera pyaar… Gonna' cum m'pyaar," he rolls out, and your legs tighten around his waist, you were just about to cum too.

"Yes, I love you, my love," you moan, clenching down on him. Your highs are met with an intense wave of pleasure, one that locks your back into a deadly arch, and causes him to buck messily into you as you're drenched deep with his fluids. Your orgasm is long as you reach out for his forearms, and he leans down and buries himself into your neck, "M'pyaar.. My life-- mere dil ka pyaar," he hums into your ear as he buries your neck with sweet kisses. His touch is so gentle as he caressing your sides, pulling out of your neck when he hears your moans turn into stable breaths.

"My life, my life," he repeats, his warm chocolate eyes gazing so intimately into your soul. His hands reach and cup your face, his thumbs caressing your under eyes as he takes you in for a kiss. "I lov'ya," is all he can manage under your relentless kiss, the sounds of a song ringing in yo--

"Fuck! Ganji your phone!"

He snaps out of your body, his head messily turning to gaze front door. William was calling, and the abrasive ringtone was blaring in the space. "Maaderchod," he hisses, and he sneaks back into your neck, peppering kisses.

"No-- Ganji! We gotta go!"

Okay, so you were 2 hours late, big deal…

**okay so this made me imagine. Fredrick's about to put it in, but before he does, he pokes your hole with his tip going, "mwah mwah mwah" and then laughs to himself, "sorry darling," and finally slides in. That's absolutely sexy and charming

[sirenjose]

Analysis of Ganji Gupta

Ganji was born in India during a time when Britain still ruled over it.

Britain came to India after a sea route connecting Europe to India was found, and Britain initially came due to the economic prospects of trade, but eventually this turned into the desire to acquire territory.

The British presence in India began with the establishment of the British East India Company (the British government having no authority over them at this time). Initially, the focus was trade and acquiring goods such as silk, cotton, spices, and more. Trading posts were established and British communities developed, but eventually they started to meddle in Indian politics and transformed from a trading company to a ruling one. It was at this point that the British attitude towards Indians degenerated (a sense of superiority vs inferiority formed, biased views regarding non-western cultures arose, British disdain increased, and so on). Racism, frustration from the British forcing their own way of doing things (including the English language) on them, policies benefiting the British, and so on contributed to the Indian Rebellion of 1857 (aka Revolt of 1857, First War of Independence, or Sepoy Mutiny).

As a result of this rebellion, the British East India Company was replaced by the British Raj, which was when the British Government took direct control from the East India Company, with Queen Victoria later proclaimed Empress of India. Britain continued to focus on profit and change beneficial to themselves, which led to subjugation and exploitation, and their views of Indians did not improve (still viewed themselves as superior, believed in stereotypes as well as believed Indians were in need of British guidance and governance to civilize them and bring them modernity).

This background is important for Ganji as it is clear this is what he experienced, especially due to Ganji’s 1st letter.

Ganji we know grew up with a talent for cricket, which was the “British national sport”.

 His 2nd deduction implies he was a “prodigy”, with many people who knew him recommending him to participate in the regions “open tournament”. We know from Ganji’s trailer that he received “Love, Happiness, Hope and Pride” from playing cricket, showing how much he enjoyed the sport and how much it meant to him.

According to this same deduction, combined with Ganji’s backstory, we knew he was a “kind, obedient, and friendly” person, “mild-mannered” (aka gentle and not given to extremes of emotion, which is curious considering later on in Ganji’s story), quiet, and well-behaved. One of Ganji’s backstories states this event (where he was recommended to participate in the Open) took place when he was 16 years old.

During this competition, we know he was skilled enough to earn 12 consecutive wins. The next game after those 12 was a semi-final with the British Royal team. It does not say if Ganji won or lost that match, nor if he won the competition in general, but we do know he was skilled enough to receive an invitation from the Royal team to join them and an offer to help him train. As the deduction uses the word “exception” and applauds him for his performance, I’m assuming he did manage to at least defeat the British team and could’ve won the competition too, but it’s impossible to say for sure right now.

We do know that Ganji saw this invitation as a “good chance” and he “looked forward to a better future”. As a result, he left India with the British Royal team, where he stayed at the Queen’s Guard’s manor. Unfortunately for Ganji, it isn’t until he has arrived that he realizes the truth: “he discovered that no one here cared about him at all, and that he was just a toy that was called away for entertainment when the Guard had a little fun. No one knew where he came from, and no one had seen his family. He was struggling alone in this strange place”.

This was echoed in Ganji’s trailer, which says: “Yet when I was brought here I finally realized, These gentlemen simply needed a proper toy to play with. The funny thing is they were far from gentlemanly themselves. All they longed for were our submission and servitude”.

The terms “submission and servitude” tell us how Ganji was treated while in Britain at the Queen’s Guard’s manor. This is further emphasized by Ganji’s deduction 5, which states Ganji was only given 1 day to train, while 2 others (Oliver and Willie) were given 3 days to train. As that deduction says, despite how Ganji hoped for a better future from this opportunity, the “other sided” ended up only being a “mirage”.

Considering Ganji’s earlier invitation and how he is now being treated combined with only being given 1 training day, it seems the British didn’t want Ganji to be outstanding, which potentially could relate to the feelings of superiority discussed earlier. They didn’t want to feel inferior to someone like Ganji, and thus could further explain why they didn’t give him much training time. In the trailer, we see him picking up balls, and if this was all he was allowed to do, that’d further hurt his ability to train and improve. Lastly, Ganji was only allowed to train on Sundays, and back then, this was seen in Britain as a day of rest, when people didn’t work. This could’ve included cricket as well (there are instances of people being prosecuted for playing cricket on Sunday), which shows how much the Royal team tried to hinder Ganji’s ability to train, meaning he likely wasn’t being trained very professionally.

(If the room we see Ganji in before the fire in his trailer is the one he was given upon arriving at the manor, the state of the room could further show how the Royal Team felt about Ganji. The only identifiable items in the room are the cricket ball, as cricket is what he enjoys, and a blurry picture that we can see Ganji in, which could potentially have been of his home and thus ties to his desire to return to it.)

This fits with Ganji’s design notes which say “his social status and the agenda of politicians did not allow him to have obvious extraordinary talent”. It is because of this the design notes say Ganji’s gentle personality was forced to change into “a personality that takes strong measures to fight against fate”. (It is also right after this that it mentions Ganji being “manic”.)

Going to Ganji’s 1st letter, it further reveals how people thought and felt about Ganji and others like him. The part where the author says they need to “take the lead so that the rest of us may get the chance to educate the foolish” fits with how we earlier discussed the British felt they had to govern and civilize the people of India for their own good. This is emphasized with how later the letter says “If it weren't for your insight, he would have spent his life in the mud without ever being touched by the empire's light” and Ganji getting “the chance to lead a civilized life”.

This letter describes Ganji as a “gift” with his “only desirable qualities” being his “average cricket skills and humble personality”. Their sense of superiority is clear hear considering they call Ganji’s skills “average”, yet we know he was talented considering he at least managed to receive 12 consecutive wins in the competition, while the comment about Ganji being “humble” could tie in to how Ganji in his trailer says they just wanted “our submission and servitude”.

Despite how badly Ganji was treated, the one exception was the son of the owner of the Queen’s Guard’s manor. We know he was friendly to Ganji based on Ganji’s deduction 6, which is title “relieved” and shows that the kid thought Ganji was “brilliant” and asked Ganji to play with him. It is possible Ganji is the one who feels “relieved”, and that could be due to actually finding someone friendly in this place. In the JP and CN versions, it potentially has the kid use the term “big brother” for Ganji, so altogether, the kid was likely being honest about his feeling regarding Ganji’s skills and honestly just wanting a real playmate (rather than a toy like the others saw Ganji as).

In this same deduction, it mentions a “well-made board” that has Ganji’s name carved in it. As this is the deduction that involves the son of the manor owner of the Queen’s Guard, it is possible this board was a gift from that kid, and that board may have actually been a bat for cricket.

Going back to Ganji’s 1st letter, it mentions a “Duke Elgin” and a “Viscount”. Based on the mention of “the Viscount’s prominent father” and how this Viscount “demanded” Ganji to “take classes with him instead of just playing cricket with him”, it’s possible the “Viscount” could be the son of the owner of the Queen’s Guard’s manor. We know this boy asked Ganji to play cricket with him due to how cool and talented he thought Ganji was, so it could also fit he might also ask Ganji to take classes and spend other time with him. I’d like to imagine Ganji enjoyed spending time with the boy, as taking classes and playing cricket with him was likely much better than being treated as a toy by the others or languishing along in his poor room.

Ganji continues to play cricket, despite his anger, though he does form a relationship with this boy. If Ganji was 16 during the Open when he was invited to join the Royal Team, and Ganji is at least 21 in game (as he can drink Demi’s dovlin), he was likely subjected to the mistreatment of the Royal Team and owner of the Queen’s Guard’s manor for a fair number of years at least. As we know, he was never able to meet his family while he was at that manor and he was forced to “struggle alone in this strange place”. The “last straw” came one day when he received news “bad news” about his hometown, with his deduction 7 saying he’d received a letter saying “Go home and save them!”

It is soon after this that a fire breaks out and burns down the manor of the Queen’s Guard. The only survivor was the owner’s son and Ganji.

This is also the same time that in his backstory trailer it says “Stop being nice to everyone. I need a new identity. I want to go home. Perhaps that is the only place where there's still hope”.

This matches with Ganji’s last deduction, which is “a letter to home” that he wrote to his mother, saying that “everything’s fine with me. I’m coming home soon”.

Right after the fire starts in one of his backstories, it says Ganji became a “manic patient, often falling into uncontrollable irritability”, so it seems the fire and around this time is when he is first said to be manic. His deduction 9 has a diagnosis saying “Mania, easily irritated. Avoid looking at fire. Suggest locking all windows and doors and staying at home alone”. It is because of his worsening mania that is says people stayed away from him and called him a “thug”, but Ganji only cared about going home.

Once again returning to Ganji’s 1st letter, the end of it talks about getting info on Ganji’s “hometown and the extraordinary spice extraction”. The mention of spices fits our earlier discussion on Britain’s interest in India in part for its spices. This info about Ganji’s home and spice extraction is apparently helpful to whoever this “sir” is and an “upcoming mission” he will be going on. This same “sir” is apparently someone responsible for the idea to bring Ganji to England (though for now I’m thinking he isn’t the Queen’s Guard’s manor owner, who I think is the Viscount’s father).

Considering the talk about Ganji’s hometown and the obvious interest in its “spice extraction”, this could mean this “sir” is someone behind whatever “bad news” came from Ganji’s hometown, and likely the “bad news” and “upcoming mission” had to do with their clear interest in its spices. And if they wanted info on Ganji’s hometown, that could mean one of the few reasons they invited Ganji over was for that info so they could exploit his hometown for the “spice extraction”.

(One side note about Ganji’s 1st letter, but in the CN and JP versions, it says this “Sir” is someone who is recovering their health in “Delhi”, which further shows it’s not the owner of the Queen’s Guard’s manor, who we know was in Britain. It’s possible, if this is someone capable of going on missions and is mentioned regarding “we need… people like you to take the lead” that this “sir” is someone higher up in the government regarding rule of India, who could order a mission to Ganji’s home for it’s “spice extraction”).

Next is Ganji’s 2nd letter, which unlike his 1st (which happens before the fire) his 2nd happens after the fire. We hear he tried to board a freighter. Likely he was attempting to stowaway to return home, but he was caught and taken away by someone working for Duke Elgin. Ganji was placed in a detention center, where he was examined. They mention a “strange scar on his forehead”, which potentially came from the fire that burned down the Queen’s Guard’s manor. We do see Ganji with the owner’s son while the fire burns the manor, so if he had to go in to rescue him, that could have been when.

Considering how they say Ganji, besides his scar, seems “as strong as ever” to me kind of feels like they’re still talking about him like an object or one of their possessions.

After this, the letter mentions how Ganji would be “quiet during the day” but would go “mad” at night, with him “either holding his head between his hands while slamming it against the wall with a pained expression plastered across his face or attempted to snatch the candles used by the guards to keep the place lit up. He only settled down once we locked him in the darkness of the dungeon. But once the next day arrived, he was back to normal again”. It was due to this behavior that the author states he went to purchase “strong sedatives” (to be used on Ganji if he went out of control). During this time while the author was away, Ganji was able to escape despite the guards around him. Despite this, the author believes Ganji will return as they still had several of his possessions, including “medical records, an invitation, and that "treasure" of his.

It says the part with the signature had been “burned off”. If Ganji was messing with candle fire while in the detention center, it’s possible he did something similar to this letter if he got ahold of it (unless it’s nothing important).

The mentioned “treasure” is likely the note from home that reads “Come home, child”. Considering it says “child”, there’s a chance this could’ve been written by his mother. We know Ganji’s written to her himself before, so him receiving correspondence from her would make sense.

Another treasure we know Ganji owns is his accessory Cozy Fleece, which is a sheep toy “given to Ganji when he was young” and said to be “one of the several treasures in his luggage”. This was likely another item given to Ganji by his mother, when he was still home, and thus why he treasures it. Another potential treasure could be Ganji’s bansuri accessory, which has the description that mentions its music helps to recall his hometown.

As for the medical records, it says that the patient is suffering “severe homesickness” and displays “impulsive behavior during times of extreme depression or anxiety”. This means that Ganji’s “mania” is caused by his “severe homesickness” in moments when he’s suffering from “extreme depression or anxiety”. That could mean, with Ganji already being homesick for years before the day the fire started, Ganji’s “last straw” when he received bad news about his hometown now makes sense why the fire likely started then. That “bad news” triggered his anxiety and severe homesickness, depressed him when he realized he was stuck at this manor with no quick way home, before then making him impulsive and “manic” in his desire to go home as soon as possible. Whether or not it was on purpose or an accident, it is possible one of his “impulses” resulted in the fire starting, or a confrontation that triggered his irritation causes it to accidentally begin. Maybe a bit of sanity returned to him afterwards, and that could be when he rescued the boy as we see him with the boy during the fire in Ganji’s trailer. But for now, information is scant on the specifics of this event.

Potentially after escaping detainment could be when we see him living by himself like in his other backstories. It’s possible he was in hiding from those that had captured him. We don’t know for sure whether he returned to them for his treasure (it’s possible with how important his note from his mom likely was). We know from Ganji’s backstory that it says he “lived in a cold room with little furniture for years” and “seldom stepped outside during the year”. He had no friends, always looked solemn, and people found it “difficult to get to know him”. Ganji is described as “peculiar and lonely”, and someone his neighbors “loved to gossip about”.

His backstory mentions “random loud noises coming from his room”, which could tie to the behavior he displayed at night in the detention center, when he’d hit his head against a wall.

Regarding Ganji hiding in his room all the time, this connects back to his deduction 9, the diagnosis that suggested “locking all windows and doors and staying at home alone”.

The part about “avoid looking at fire” implies, whether or not he did it and whether it was on purpose or accident, it implies he’d been deeply affected by the fire that burned down the manor. Maybe because of all the feelings (and irritation) he had from how long he spent there, being mistreated and never being allowed to train. Maybe because of the boy he’d formed a relationship too and how this fire took away his home and family, just like Ganji was without his home and family. Maybe any conflict he had if he was somewhat responsible, whether accidentally or on purpose, as his trailer does mention wanting those “gentlemen to repent for their sins” but also because this was a place he’d had such high hopes for regarding his future and now it’s turning to ashes, as well as was a place he’d suffered alone, away from his family, for a long time, but more conflict because Ganji was deep down still a “kind” person (and maybe regretted not saving more people, or regretted if he had a fit of anger and its consequences that day that causes all these events). Just another boy, like the son of the owner of the Queen’s Guard crying at the sight of his home on fire, that was crying out for his family and home as it was threatened or attacked but Ganji unable to do anything about it.

The backstory continues by saying he kept his appearance “hidden” whenever he went out, which could relate to if he was in hiding from the people who’ve been trying to capture him in his letters, or to the mistreatment he potentially receives if people knew where he was from, or to hide the scars on his face from people if he knew how they’d react upon seeing it (as they did describe his face as “horrifying”). It also fits with how his trailer said he needed a “new identity”.

Despite how they treated him, Ganji was said to give “softly spoken words of appreciation to the neighbors’ trivial kindness”, which seems to connect to Ganji’s original personality (as he was described as kind, friendly, and mild-mannered before he came to Britain).

Others debated the reason for Ganji’s behavior, suggesting “regret” (tied to the fire that ended his training with the Royal Team, as other people wouldn’t know the full truth about his feelings towards the Royal Team) or “cautiousness” (from living in a foreign country). Unfortunately for Ganji, everyone decided that Ganji had “a lot of secrets” and “might bring trouble to the town and decided to stay away from him”.

The last thing we hear about Ganji is he still dreamt of returning home, and eventually received an invitation from the manor, offering a “huge reward”, enough for Ganji to use to go home, and he “decided to take the risk”.

Side note regarding Duke Elgin.

I couldn’t find any “Duke” Elgin, but I did find an “Earl” of Elgin. The 9th Earl of Elgin, Victor Bruce, was the Viceroy of India.

I don’t think this is the exact same “Duke Elgin” but it could be a basis for the character (for Netease when designing this).

These were individuals appointed by the British monarch. They represented the British government in India and exercised authority over British India on behalf of the British crown. Victor Bruce served as Viceroy during 1894-1899m which was a particularly troubled period in Indi’s history, and his tenure was not seen as a successful one. During his administration, there was economic and social unrest, a famine, bubonic plague, and the Tirah campaign (Afridi Frontier Rising). This campaign took place in Northwest India and involved the British seeking to restore control over the area after an uprising occurred (with 1 of the challenges they faced being the mountainous terrain).

I don’t think this is exactly where Ganji is from, but this event, as well as all the other issues occurring at the time, could relate to or be a sort of basis (to Netease) for whatever did actually happen to Ganji’s hometown.

Apparently the “bansuri” is a flute connected to north Indian music (with the venu being connected to the south), which could mean (with how the Tirah Campaign happened in the Northwest) Ganji could be from somewhere in the North part of India.

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GANJI NATION TAKE ME WITH YALL🙏🙏⁉️⁉️

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Me: Oh good I can't wait to read the next part of the IDV summer event and the Sacred Flame relay.

Me after the update: WAT?!

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Utterly oblivious. Kinda a "sequal" to this.

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hi everyone again >_< finally remembering to post here !!

first one is a redraw feom last year.. my cuties.. and then i drew my oc maya and sunday :3

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HELLO EVERFYNYAN

can i request ganji and aesop with a modern s/o hcs who listens to lofi and/or rnb to help them unwind after a match? just like helps their mind and body slow down after such a high-stress and high-tension situation..

HARROOOO ^_^ of course!!!!!

ganji gupta and aesop carl with an s/o who listens to rnb/lofi hcs🏏⚰️

ganji gupta🏏

ganji is not someone who's ultra picky about music tbh

like, if something is new to him he might be confused or intrigued at first, but he comes to terms with it quite quickly

when it's you who's relaxing after a match, then he always tags along😭 just spawns in your room and plops down on the bed by your side, inching closer to you and fulfilling his duty of The Big Spoon™

he doesn't even notice when you turn on the music tbh??? like he's so accustomed to the already relaxing atmosphere of your room that the noise just blends in

the fact that he's half asleep from the second he lays near you really doesn't help it

you'll have to point it out to him.... he's a bit eepy but he will comment on the music, saying it's quite good

he likes old rnb the most! he really, really likes the gospel/soul roots it has. something leaning towards jazz, like sade, might really suit him

not a music nerd as expected so if you go on and show him some streams/playlist he won't say much other than "mhm/nice/yeah?/that's neat" etc. but he still enjoys the quality time

+ and the fact that you're showing him something you're passionate about :)))))))) he's always willing to learn even if he doesn't have much knowledge on music in the first place

for him, as long as it sounds pleasant to his ears, it's good music

aesop carl⚰️

aesop, on the other hand, is VERY picky

he doesn't listen to music much but when he does, everything has to be perfect. noise cancelling headphones? on. equalizer? adjusted to a T. volume? not too loud, but not too quiet either.

in conclusion he's not a fan of anything loud lol. i do think that, out of music, he would really like classical music (i'd say like...romanticism or classicism? maybe add a few modern composers into the mix) and goth music (bauhaus enjoyer aesop real don't @ me) .... you can't really miss with good old dvořak and goth music, on the other hand, is quite calming to him, he really enjoys the vocals and the lyricism

so he'll come into your room, finally finding enough strength to tag along with you after a match, and actually be pleasantly suprised!

might not fit his style or his usual repertoire, but he has to admit it's quite calming

and it does put him at ease of some kind... i mean, it can't be bad if it's not extremely loud, right?

i think he might like reading with lo-fi in the background cccc:

when he's not using his trusty headphones he prefers analog music... poor aesop will go and ask you if there's any purchaseable lo-fi vinyls out there lol

he'd be very interested in exchanging music recommendations w/ you!!! link him some of your favourite songs and he'll hand you some of his favourite vinyls/lps c:

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CAN YOU DO GANJI X GN!READER MODERN HIGHSCHOOL HEAD CANNONS?? YOU CAN ADD MORE CHARACTERS TOO IF YOU WANT!!

Ganji x reader || Highschool AU Headcannons

-Ganji is both introverted and extroverted. When he’s in class, he’ll stay relatively quiet, answering or asking questions on the off occasion, but mostly just paying silent attention. He has to force himself to focus more than most people, he has trouble sitting still. However, when he’s on the field, he’s like a whole different person. His true self shines through when he plays cricket. Even though he has a serious, almost grim, look on his face when he’s playing, he genuinely enjoys himself. It's easy to catch him smiling each time he runs between the wickets. 

-He never really considered a relationship before, having to focus too much on practice or on school work. You would most likely start talking to him after being paired up for a group project. He’d be… eager to get it done as soon as possible. It’s not that he doesn’t like you, he’s just an introvert and also doesn’t like projects. If you’re even a little patient with him and take both conversation slow and show interest in him/his interests, he’d open up to you pretty quickly.

-Ganji is the type to go from strangers to friends to close friends to lovers, instead of just strangers to dating to lovers. Once you get to know him, and he gets to know you, he’ll be quick to become friends. It isn’t difficult to tell what he likes and dislikes early on, he’s big on open communication, and he doesn’t exactly hide his emotions. His sentiment towards you grows each time you notice that he feels a particular way and talk to him about it.

-Melts when you do something as simple as ask him if he is ok when he looks particularly grumpy, or inquire as to what has him so excited if he seems to be livelier than usual. He does do the same, part of how you two got so close is just by talking to each other so much that you practically know what each slump of the shoulders or every slight sigh means. People think you’re dating way before you actually make it official just from how well you know each other.

-Speaking of the public, it’s difficult not to be a bit of the center of attention, at least, when it comes to the other Cricket players. They worry that because their star batsmen is thinking about someone constantly, that he’ll become distracted, but you actually have the opposite effect. If he sees you out in the stands, cheering him on, even just in practice, his energy increases tenfold. He’ll make sure he does his best just for you. The others start referring to you as the team’s ‘good luck charm,’ since, if Ganji is doing good, it benefits the whole team, and if you make his performance improve, then they’ll want you at every game. So expect to be friends with his teammates too, but not as close as you are to Ganji.

-If you do make it a habit to attend his games, he’ll expect affections in return for his performance. “We won the game, shouldn’t I get a congratulatory kiss?” He’ll tease, hugging you close in excitement. On the other hand, if he happens to lose (not likely, by his words) then console him with little displays of affection and sweet words, it will absolutely make him feel better. He makes it a habit as well to take you out for ice cream, or your favorite treat, after a game, just because he feels like it.

-Then, once you have to split ways and go home, he’ll leave you with a lingering hug, one that makes you all the more ready to see him again. Though, you’ll call often outside of school. He prefers to talk to you face to face, but if you’re both busy, sometimes just having you there with him virtually, even when not talking, is nice to him. 

-When at school, it's clear that you are friends with him, but PDA isn’t something he particularly enjoys, he’s rather save the more close and intimate moments for complete privacy. You’ll definitely start sitting together at lunch, and if there’s ever any more partnered projects in whatever classes you may have with him, he’ll partner with you every time. But, most of your time together is spent outside of school. Usually at one of your houses, or at a park, just, enjoying each other's presence.

-You may have to help him study. He will ask you, and be sad but accepting if you say no, but he feels like you help him understand things better, plus, you’re patient with him. Study dates in a library happen often. It’s mostly just before finals, where you both will help each other prepare for tests. He’ll bring two large drinks for the both of you, and just sit down and get it done. He finds your encouragement to be more motivating than anything else. If he seems to be getting overwhelmed, just… carefully lift his face so that he isn’t staring at whatever paper he’s trying to get information from and press a simple peck to the tip of his nose and say: “let's take a break for a minute.” 

-After a short break, maybe you show him something funny on your phone, or you just let him rest his eyes for five minutes on your shoulder, he’ll feel rejuvenated just being around you, going back to his attempt on the practice test he’s taking. He’ll encourage you to stop procrastinating as well. 

-All in all, it's a very chill and sweet relationship. While you’re both young and experiencing life, he’s a great partner to experience life with.

TYSM for this request! I love highschool/college aus!! I hope that this is to your liking!! (*^▽^*)

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