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lilpoundcake ([personal profile] lilpoundcake) wrote in [community profile] bakerstreet2017-04-07 06:37 pm
Entry tags: wrote a ridiculously long, rambling blog post to say you love me?

shipping meme

You don't have to give this person anything to prove you care. But maybe you want to; it's an easy way of letting them know your affection and telling them you're open to a relationship. If you're already with your love interest, a gift might just remind them of your feelings. Most would give flowers or chocolate or offer up a night of quality time or chores done. Those are the usual.

You're not usual yourself. Neither is the person you're with...or want to be with. You'll have to go for the unusual.

So whether it's building your crush a robot to ask them out, making your friend-or-possibly-more the best fifteen course meal they've ever had, or teaching your significant other to be the strongest ninja warrior, go big or go home. Or go where it's natural, given how unconventional you can be.

  • Comment with your character, canon, and any info. Be sure to include whether you want to play out an unestablished or established relationship, and what your character would give to another- ie, their gift, their gesture, service, skill, etc.
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rebelling: (Other - Wistful)

Firion | Final Fantasy II/Dissidia | OTA

[personal profile] rebelling 2017-04-08 07:09 am (UTC)(link)
[[ Open to both established and unestablished relationships. Writing this from the perspective of playing him as the affection-displayer, though open to the reverse. And some thoughts-

Firion is a giant dork and also the type to still be super embarrassed about this kind of thing (but super determined to do it anyway) even in an established relationship. In a non-established relationship he may not be entirely aware that he IS trying to woo someone, so much as 'wow this person is really nice and pretty and I want them to like me??????'.

Just attempting to be as useful as possible might be what he tries initially, especially for an unestablished relationship. Be warned that this may include hunting. I figure Firion would already be aware, if he were trying to win their approval, if presenting someone a dead rabbit would cause them distress (rather than just grossing them out), but if you'd want to play that out and your character would have kept this to themselves then that's cool!

THERE MAY BE BAD POETRY INVOLVED because he's the type but is also hopelessly bad at this (see: every line he has in dissidia). Be warned.

I'm 110% happy to write an opener! Just leave/make available some basic info about your character in case I'm canon-blind/it's an oc :D ]]
Edited 2017-04-08 07:10 (UTC)
fallen_stage: Kuja riding a silver dragon (There be fools alive I wis)

[personal profile] fallen_stage 2017-04-08 11:04 pm (UTC)(link)
((I'd love to try this, especially as a contrast of a cynic and idealist.))
rebelling: (Awkward - But I have no exp in nipples)

[personal profile] rebelling 2017-04-09 10:35 am (UTC)(link)
((I'm gonna keep the setting vague in this, so it's up to you whether you'd rather this be in a dissidia 'cycle where Kuja is on team Cosmos/where it's not yet become clear that Kuja is team Chaos' setting or a 'really attached to Kuja's Treno nobility/Alexandria friend of the royal family persona' thing! Content with either.))

[ It isn't as though he is so presumptuous as to consider himself a worthy match. No bloom considers itself a worthy match for the sun, after all, and yet simply standing in its light is enough to make them grow, make them become greater than they were without it. This man's radiance is much the same, his mere presence enough to force Firion to be better than he was before.

It is gratitude, then, and not something so presumptuous as a gesture of affection, that leads him to slip a sheet of paper between the pages of a momentarily unattended book of the sonnets of a 'Lord Avon'. It is all that he could think to do, for all the skills he has are rooted in the necessary and the practical, the things that someone so radiant should have no use for.

The paper imitates the pages, but poorly. The letters are handwritten rather than pressed onto the page and in the quick hand, utterly devoid of ornament, of someone who writes only for the most practical of reasons. The meter is off in places, and adhered to too firmly, where an artist would have known the rules well enough to bend them, in others. It's a mess, a mess that a lot of thought has gone into, that, while not addressed to Kuja, is clearly intended for his eyes and meant as a gift. But a mess nonetheless. ]

Gentler than the sun, yet not less bright-

[ ...-it continues in much the same way. And despite himself, Firion finds himself waiting, sure enough that he is below notice to not have hidden himself, carefully watching Kuja as he returns to the book. ]
fallen_stage: Kuja standing in the wind, facing down Bahamut (Default)

[personal profile] fallen_stage 2017-04-09 11:15 pm (UTC)(link)

[For Kuja, Firion's practical skill is exactly why he drew attention. Mercenaries could be easily had, yet, but Kuja wanted skill, and Firion's jack-of-all-trades style was unique and versatile. Rather than hiring a number of body guards for different skillsets, Firion could cover any situation that arose. Of course it was all a ruse, another pretense to make Kuja look like the frail mage he made himself out to be. More important was Firion's honesty, for he didn't gossip about any juicy tidbit Kuja tossed his way, which made Firion invaluable for an employee.

Right now he was reviewing his accounts of the Auction House. Kuja had accountants to deal with the bulk of it, of course, but he looked over the books himself often enough to make sure there wasn't anything amiss. Just now he had returned to take a break with some Lord Avon, to rest from numbers and receive renewal from letters. The slip of paper definitely wasn't in there before, and there's only one who could have placed it there.]

'Bloom the wild roses in your radiant light'...

[The rest of the poem is written in a practical hand, no flourishes or affectation. The meter is off in half the lines, extra syllables in others, poor attempts at emulating Lord Avon's grammatical flexibility, and the only consistent thing is that the poem rhymes. In short, a painstaking effort by a novice. Well, the sword is clearly defeated in this match, if Kuja recognizes the hand right.]

Firion. Did someone deliver this to you to pass onto myself?
rebelling: (Other - Curious)

[personal profile] rebelling 2017-04-10 11:16 am (UTC)(link)

[ This was a terrible idea. He had intended to remain anonymous, but challenged- well. He has never been a good liar. He averts his gaze, dark complexion not quite hiding the blood rising to his cheeks. ]

-no. [ And he fidgets as he speaks, bringing a hand up to his headscarf to roll one of its beads between his fingers and focusing his gaze upon the paved street below his feet. ] No, I was- I was not the messenger.
fallen_stage: Kuja standing in the wind, facing down Bahamut (Default)

[personal profile] fallen_stage 2017-04-11 02:37 am (UTC)(link)

I see

[Well, that made things simpler. Kuja was wondering if it was one of many the eligible nobles laying a snare. At twenty-four, Lord King was a very desirable match, and he had spent a considerable time dodging hints and suggestions along nuptial lines. If it was only Firion conveying his feelings, then Kuja was very safe.

Still, this had to be dealt with. Kuja stood up, walking gently to the window Firion was standing next to. He tilted his head just so, letting the sunlight make his hair gleam. Kuja looked over the poem again, noting the simple but heartfelt lines.]

I've received poetry many times before, but most of them compared me to the blue moon, or a star, when they wanted a celestial image. If you don't mind, what made you think of the sun?
rebelling: (Other - Wistful)

Ack, sorry for the tense shift last post. s'what I get for writing these first thing in the morning.

[personal profile] rebelling 2017-04-11 05:33 am (UTC)(link)
[ He dared to look up for a moment, immediately greeted by the light, caught and diffused in Kuja's feathery hair, seeping into his skin and adding the faintest of warm tones to his otherwise pale face. He really was beautiful, especially in the bright, soft lighting favoured by many of the painters whose works moved through the auction house.

Firion caught himself wondering if the man ever found himself mistaking the masterworks he saw here to mirrors. ]

The- [ He steadied himself, ] the scholars you hosted last month, sir. One of them was talking about his theory. That the moons have no light of their own, and only reflect the sun's.
fallen_stage: Kuja standing in the wind, facing down Bahamut (Default)

i literally dont notice, you're okay!

[personal profile] fallen_stage 2017-04-11 06:57 am (UTC)(link)

[Kuja looked down at Firion - at just over seven feet, Kuja was quite tall - in surprise. He wasn't expecting such a scientific answer. Of course Kuja knew about the moon's light, how the composition of their surfaces made the color and not the light itself. As that was Terran knowledge, however, Kuja kept that to himself, merely funding scholars who were on the right track.]

I've heard the theories, and I think it's a solid premise that would explain why the moons' light wanes when sharing the sky.

[Again Kuja looked at the poem in his hands. Some compliments were trite, comparing his eyes to a clear sky, but he found potential in the lines describing his hair as beams from a winter sun and white light giving illumination to the moons. There was a creative soul in the work that just needed polishing.

More to the point, Kuja had to decide what to do about Firion's affections. If Brahne upheld her end of the deal, then Kuja would have a royal hand with a long wait before heirs. He didn't think he'd need long to leverage or take the remaining pieces of Alexander's summoning jewel but it never hurt to have flexible plans with plenty of what-ifs. With the marriage route the suitors would dry up only to be replaced with vying for his attentions as a lover. Perhaps he could send a message now by picking someone unsuitable, to remain the other nobles that Lord King would not be coerced or caught.]

You have an artistic streak, Firion. Unpolished, but waiting like a jewel in ore.
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[personal profile] lovefools 2017-04-09 01:12 am (UTC)(link)

If you're interested, Oruha is a bard singer who got fridge for plot reasons who dreams with making it big. Flirtatious and kind, she'd play the part of the patient, indulgent object of affection perfectly. She could also be a little wary at first of getting into a serious thing.

If you go for the starter, just do whatever you feel most comfortable with and I'll roll with it :D ]
rebelling: (Shock - Whaaa-)

[personal profile] rebelling 2017-04-09 11:10 am (UTC)(link)
[ The world of the arts, as far as Firion is concerned, is not a world he belongs in. Somehow, he's managed to avoid recognising Oruha's face from the posters or her voice from the radio. They don't quite look or sound the same as they do in real life.

He knew her voice long before he knew her face, coming from one of the buildings close to his family's home (A studio? a practice room? her own home? He doesn't know for sure). He's heard her singing develop as he overhears her practising, from simply being pretty to something even he can recognise as something carefully mastered. He can't remember when he started lingering outside to listen - it used to only be when he was upset, to let to sound of it was over him and calm him, but lately he's found himself waiting for longer and longer outside, listening to the music drifting out of the windows, waiting for the voices's owner to come to the window to catch a glimpse of her face. And lately, he's found himself catching the details of that face. Tiny things, the sad look on it when she thinks nobody can see.

More than anything, he just wants to repay her. To cheer her up the same way she has unknowingly when he needed it. The gifts aren't extravagant - he can't afford that. Plush toys. Pretty hairclips. Sometimes just coffee and a slice of cake from the shop a few streets away. They're always anonymous, left outside the building's door after he's knocked once a week or so, sometimes with a note to thank he for the songs, but nothing more identifying.

It's the coffee that finally gets him caught. His hand shakes as he knocks at the door, loosening the lid of the cup and splashing his hand with the hot liquid. In his immediate attempts to cool off his hand, he forgets to get out of sight. And there he is when the door opens, caught in the act, a slice of cake on a paper plate left at the door, coffee spilled all over the floor, soaking the usual 'thank you' note through, and a very bashful, slightly scalded Firion. ]

Ah- um. Hello.
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[personal profile] lovefools 2017-04-10 12:49 am (UTC)(link)
[ She's no stranger to gifts.

Elaborated bouquets, expensive jewels, rare furs - men have always lined up, whether she wanted them to or not, waiting for a chance to be granted her favor. It is tiresome, and after a few hundred bouquets thrown to the trash or the fire, their colors and scents mute, and the novelty and thrill of all gets lost, and means nothing.

She sings about things unknown to her.

LOVE - it’s my dream. A beautiful dream never before seen. People cry out and people fall in love, and in the middle of it all, she sings and feels empty. A beautiful deceit never caught. Empty, empty. The trinkets and gifts mean nothing - her suitors want her no more than they would want their second best trophy. They don't know her, and they could never love her, and she - ]

Oh my.

[ - she has only her songs, and the clumsy efforts of an unknown man.

Part of her wanted him to remain like that. Small plush animals, coffee and cakes that are familiar and not extravagant. So pale and artless next to the expensive offers of others. So why didn't she throw them away with them?

(LOVE - you might laugh, but it’s the most beautiful word)

She's wearing the rose hairclip, looking calm and lovely and smelling like spring, her hands closing around his with ease. ]

We really ought to put this under water. Will you come inside?
rebelling: (Other - Wistful)

[personal profile] rebelling 2017-04-10 10:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's overwhelming.

Her perfume is pretty. He feels himself nodding, hears himself mumble out something that isn't quite a word but that sounds like agreement, but his mind isn't in it. Her hands are cool against his, soothing burns that he knows must be there but that he can't quite feel right now. He can't bring himself to meet her gaze, looking intently instead at her hands, so much softer and more delicate than his own, though through the corner of his eyes he sees the little cluster of silk roses in her hair, the ones he'd found at a stall selling materials for doll clothes and asked his sister to help him to attach to a hairclip.

She'd liked it.

He looks up, finally, forcing himself to meet her eyes for fear of causing offence, and nods wordlessly a second time, allowing her to lead him inside. ]
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[personal profile] lovefools 2017-04-28 05:05 pm (UTC)(link)
( Oh gosh, dm never sent me the notif for this one, I'm so sorry for leaving you hanging like this D: I totally get it if you lost interest and prefer not to continue! )


[ A smile blooms, soft and quick and warm like summer.

Her place is bigger than what it looks like from the outside, handsomely kept and filled with old, cozy furniture, a piano reigning over the parlor. It smells like the flowers she's always receiving, like ink and paper and the woman herself, a lingering trace of her perfume on every corner.

She lets go of his hand only after she makes him sit down on a divan near the window, retreating only for the short time it takes her to grab the little box where she keeps her medicine. She looks a little more real under the gentle light of the day, his hands on her lap, long fingers carefully applying a cooling gel.

She talks as she works, eyes set on his burns. ]

You should be more careful, okay? I don't mind it if you knock next time.
Edited 2017-04-28 17:06 (UTC)
gyaruo: (Hey!)

Saya Masaki | Neon Sign Amber | m/m

[personal profile] gyaruo 2017-04-08 08:11 am (UTC)(link)
[I'd love to see Saya be the recipient of the stranger displays of affection!]
proteusmoon: (☾ I know you think)

Cecil Harvey | Final Fantasy IV (AU)

[personal profile] proteusmoon 2017-04-08 02:01 pm (UTC)(link)
( OOC ; Open to either role, but if she's receiving, she might not realize what is trying to be said initially. )
not2b: (Default)

2B | Nier: Automata

[personal profile] not2b 2017-04-08 09:17 pm (UTC)(link)
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[personal profile] a2brutus 2017-04-08 09:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[Very suddenly and without a word, A2 slams down a machines head on the table in front of 2B. There's an obvious gaping hole in the top of it where she must have stabbed through, but the rest of the machines body is missing.

She looks the other android in what would be the eye, turns on her heel and walks about five steps away before she turns back to face her with her usual enthused expression.

I heard you were looking for parts.

[She's h e l p i n g.]
not2b: (10)

[personal profile] not2b 2017-04-10 08:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[That... certainly was quite the gift, it's true. She does slide her chair back somewhat at the sudden machine head being pushed down so forcefully in front of her. Her glance goes from it to A2, unsure of how to even react for a moment.]

... Thank you?

[Was that what she should say?? She doesn't even know.]
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[personal profile] a2brutus 2017-04-10 08:53 pm (UTC)(link)
I have no use for them. [A2 explains despite the fact that she really should just be leaving???] Might as well see this junk go somewhere it can be used. Better than watching it leave rust stains all over the ground.
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[personal profile] not2b 2017-04-12 08:50 pm (UTC)(link)
You could always improve your weapon.

[... Just don't assassinate the blacksmith, please.]
a2brutus: (003)

[personal profile] a2brutus 2017-04-12 09:05 pm (UTC)(link)
... My swords are fine, thanks.

[She could kill a machine with her bare fists don't tempt her.]
not2b: (10)

[personal profile] not2b 2017-04-12 11:52 pm (UTC)(link)
I never said they weren't.

[So touchy, A2!!!]
thesefirststeps: (Default)

Rey | SW: TFA | OTA

[personal profile] thesefirststeps 2017-05-16 05:26 am (UTC)(link)