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bakerstreet2015-04-04 01:04 pm
anonromance) wrote in bakerstreet2015-04-04 01:04 pm
Secret Admirer Meme
SECRET ADMIRER meme
You're in love with them, but they don't know it and you have no real intention of changing this. Whether it's because you don't want to admit anything to yourself, can't handle rejection, don't think you're good enough, or have no real experience with this kind of thing, your lips are sealed...for now. And maybe forever, if you're contented to love them from afar.
That is, if the object of your affection doesn't figure you out first.
HOW TO PLAY
- Comment with your character, preferences, and whether they'd be the admirer or the admired.
- Reply to others.
- RNG it or not.
PROMPTS
- Meeting: How do you meet? Is it love at first sight?
- Falling: You learn to love them, even if you never have before.
- From Afar: You're not too close to them - they may not know you at all - but you still admire them. Whether "afar" means something like a different school, a different team, or a different world or walk of life is up to you.
- Notice Me: You actually do want to be noticed. Please, senpai!~
- Right in Front of You: The two of you are friends or allies, yet you're hiding your emotions in plain sight.
- Denial: You? Love? No! Especially not with them...no, you weren't looking at them!
- Jealousy: They don't know you're attracted to them, so you shouldn't feel mad when they're getting attention from others.
- Too Shy Shy: The words just won't come out. Besides, you're too flustered by their presence in general.
- Don't Deserve Them: You wouldn't want to subject them to you, anyway. They're too good.
- Favors: Your love may not be known; still, you can do things for them or get them gifts, and they'll wonder who's doing all this. Their happiness is all you want, not their recognition.
- Bad at This: So, about all those gifts or favors? You're not the sort to know about kindness and because of this, your shows of affection tend to be you offing their rivals or giving them stolen items.
- Adorkable: You're awkward but it's endearing!
- Never Expect the Quiet Ones: You barely speak, much less show how you feel. How could they know what you really think?
- Lash Out: It's frustrating to have a crush you can't act on, so you've decided to act out...towards the one you love, perhaps to push them away.
- Admission: Finally, you've decided to admit what you've felt all along.
- Outed: Someone else has told your secret.
- Caught: Maybe you were caught looking at them too much, speaking about your love out loud, or leaving them a gift. No matter what, the jig is up.
- Content with Secrecy: You can admire them without saying a word. You're not conflicted in the least with living this life!
- Requited: No more harboring secrets, as your feelings are returned.
- Unrequited: ....ouch. Just ouch.
- WILD CARD
Haruka Nanase || Free! || OTA
Dom Toretto | Fast and Furious series
Nezumi || No. 6 || OTA
Kuroko Tetsuya || Kuroko No Basuke || OTA
oswin oswald ◕ doctor who
Hope this works - assuming she's actually a dalek
He sat down and opened a messenger window, noticing she was online.
Rory: Hi! That was a long day today!
OOC: I'm assuming the reason she's contacting him is that there are very few cross-time phones. And have no idea where she actually is.
Hazuki Nagisa \\ Free!
Ahim de Famille | Kaizoku Sentai Gokaiger | OTA
Mamoru Amami // The King of Braves GaoGaiGar // ota
Darcy Lewis | MCU } OTA
Kiyotaka Ishimaru | Dangan Ronpa
Djem Ahmad | OC
musubi tendouji | tokyo 7th sisters
Sugawara Kōshi | Haikyuu!! | OTA
Aoyagi Ritsuka | Loveless
Tom Frye | OC | OTA
Shelby Manning | Need For Speed OC | F/M
June Iparis || Legend trilogy
Cilan | Pokemon
Jun | Pokemon
Marquise Spinneret Mindfang | Homestuck | OTA
:V 6 because I'm trash?
She crawled across the crests of waves as if they were lines of silk, leaving nothing but a fine web of destruction catered to her whims and needs in her wake. Her traps were intricate siren's songs that put opposition into a corner, that made them come crawling to her as if they needed her. Her opportunism made her victories appear as mere wild chance, and drove others to madness when they overestimated her skills as a chessmaster, and assumed it was all carefully executed, step by step.
She had over-extended her reach, and left behind too many dangling threads in the wind. Or maybe it was that Dualscar just knew what patterns to look for and follow.
There were times he could never tell if Mindfang anticipated his pursuit, and he knew a woman so wild as her would neither admit fault, nor give credit to chance, and it was always those times he boarded her ship indignantly. He boarded always with caution, gambling with his own fate each time, but his own pride would never let him admit he was placing himself deliberately in danger. This would be one of those instances.
He remained on deck as his ship closed the distance, waiting to hear the clatter of boots on wood as the respective crews took their positions for confrontation.
His eyes set, half-closed with sanguine focus, on the mainmast of her ship. Or, rather, his ship. The creases at the edges of his lips deepened as a scowl started to creep on to it, juxtaposing the usual grin of triumph that always came when his grasp closed in around her.
Something had come crawling back into his heart, something he'd tried suppressing before when its ugly head rose, but even he had a heart locked away somewhere within the recesses of himself. At times like these, he wondered if she knew. If she strung his feelings along, or tried to coax them into the open.
His jaw clenched and his head tossed to cock to the side, scowling. Dualscar was a man of order--he was the chessmaster others accused Mindfang of being--and he did not like deviations from that order. He didn't like crossing the boundaries, the safe borders and outlines that divided black from red. But there were things he yearned for that none other could give, simply because he didn't let them. But Mindfang. Mindfang, he trusted.
Their ships were side-by-side--rendering himself intentionally vulnerable was kin to an exposed beartrap from Dualscar--and planks were breaching his opponent's ship while canon's stayed at the ready.
The General had already started crossing the divide, wasting no time in humoring her black endeavors until red throes had passed.
His own crew looked back at him from the deck of the stolen ship, watching with baited breath. Two lieutenants came around either side, boarding before him to herald his approach. Formalities simply meant to draw the cerulean mink from his Captain's quarters. While the Lieutenants gave orders to make way and get on their knees, Dualscar stood with his arms behind his back, face calm as chiseled marble while fire burned in his stare.
If she didn't emerge soon enough for his liking, he'd board the ship himself, wherein the trouble would, unfortunately, have to begin. ]
Re: :V 6 because I'm trash?
[She knew full well of his plans to intercept her today, as well as she knew that they'd both part with their lives-and their current ships-in tact. How exactly that was to come to pass, she couldn't have guessed, but the little white ball had yet to be wrong about the events in her life. Setting it down inside of its drawer before locking the desk shut, she rose to her full stature before striding to the door.]
[At only 5'10", she was almost small, for a highblood, and certainly did not have the apparent muscle-or much in the way of curves, for that matter-to befit her blood. But Mindfang's strength had always been in her mind, something that she took immense pride in, and she stood confident despite the larger troll and the lieutenants he'd produced in an effort to impress her.]
[Voice affecting almost a bored drawl, her eyes sparkled with delight at the sight of him, belying her true excitement. She'd yet to notice the jealousy with which he comported himself upon hearing of her red fun. As far as the blue blood was aware, his intentions ran pure pitch, a dark, shiny ebony that would go down as a legend with time.]
You know, Dualscar, if you wish to see me you could always simply ask. There's no need for such crass maneuvers as this. Following me around like a lost barkbeast-is that really the image you wish to give off as the admiral of the Alternian navy?
no subject
[ He knew better than most the wile with which she prowled through life, though it was beyond him to admit anything to her credit.
His shoulders remained broad as he looked down his nose at her, the crease in his brows deepening as his lips pressed together. His hands tightened behind his back, but he showed her no more than an arrogant upwards tilt of his chin, and a cocked brow to mock her. His chest hid under black and royal violet, flecks of gold adorning the General's pressed coat, and while the Crosshairs was faithfully strapped across his shoulders, there was sure to be more weapons concealed beneath the stately uniform.
Unlike she, he was born and bred for combat and grappling, carrying a stature that would belie his own more calculated and critical wile.
His features, dependent upon his analytical nature, were always set in a stern veil, letting nothing more than micro-expressions slip through. Where she was alight with obsidian delights, he was picking apart his next sentence, disregarding the ideas of how deadly they would be working side-by-side, rather than using their opposition to spring-board off of. ]
I could, but then, that would only serve the purpose of furthering your reputation, wouldn't it? These nights, it's become much more efficient to simply predict where next you'll be and intercept you.
[ At last, the creases on his face lessened, changing instead to a slowly creeping grin that bared his fangs. A wrist freed itself to let his hand roll in the air, the simple gesture in and of itself a taunt. ]
Is your ego becoming so frail that your trails are so stark? Or have you more business with the Legislacerators?
no subject
[Whether it be through sheer cleverness and outmaneuvering him, or finding what he most wanted from her and granting it, she'd always managed to avoid him actually punishing her. Of course, it was all about the chase-the back and forth, their personal little game of cat and mouse. If the full navy was truly brought to bear against her, this sort of play would become considerably more dangerous.]
[Sauntering forward, she disregarded those that served beneath him entirely, soon looking up to meet his pair of pupils with her own octet.]
I only leave such easy trails so that you might be able to follow them.
no subject
Admittedly never, but if only for the entertainment of watching apprentices to the Orphaners pit themselves against your fleet.
[ His mind was ever hungry for another challenge, another chase, something else to stalk and toy with. He wanted to taste the bitterness of false leads, and her network of criminals and rumors kept him ever fighting to discern her movements without feeding that ego of hers--so massive it challenged his. She challenged and kept alive a part of him he had learned to systematically deny within the Imperial Fleet's ranks. It's what kept his eyes on only her as she bypassed pompous formalities, and what kept him as a standing barrier between her and the Alternian judicial system.
She was capable enough on her own, yes, but there was only so much one troll could do against adequate forces.
It wasn't something he'd hold over her head this time.
Dualscar wouldn't shy from the scorpion. He regarded her with breathy aloofness, lips puckering just so as he kept the grin upon each syllable. He leaned over enough for his eyes to level with hers, and pressed a clawed index finger against the underside of her chin with intimate tenderness. ]
If you wish to see me, you could simply ask.
[ He stood back to his full height then, arms behind his back again. ]
Stealing my personal vessel is rude, you know, and I expect a good reason for such disgusting disrespect and flagrant demands for attention.
no subject
[Not an entirely inaccurate assessment of the situation at hand, to be honest. Mindfang only received so much excitement from dancing around most of the vessels deployed against her, and while it was truthful that she'd laid a purposefully simple trail, he did make for a much more interesting hunter than anybody else.]
All of the other trolls that come after me don't have the same sense of fuuuuuuuun. You actually make for a fun time.
[Eyelashes fluttering lightly, it was exceedingly obvious that she meant both the drawn-out chase itself, and the nigh-inevitable pailing at the end.]
Clarice Starling ;; pre!SotL ;; OTA