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bakerstreet2021-07-24 10:06 am
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[Anyone want an eight foot tall, slender, shy girlfriend? Rather avoid Angst, she's got enough of that in canon, and no Dubcon, but anything else goes.]
{{How does she feel about short ladies? Because Eligre is 5ft but likes her partners on the significantly taller side.}}
[ Sailor Uranus - Tenoh Haruka - remembers very little of last night.
She recalls going for a drive. She recalls getting a bad premonition, and pursuing it. She recalls running into an enemy, chasing none other than her Princess down the street.
She recalls sighing deeply and reaching for her liprod. What she does not recall is much of what came after.
So that doesn't mean anything happened, right? It doesn't. There are plenty of reasons why she could be waking up in the same bed as a familiar dumpling hairdo. They're both dressed, so hey, that's a good sign! They're both alive, and that's a BETTER one! Means whatever the enemy got up to didn't take them out.
Which is a relief. Haruka sighs, reaches out to pat one of those buns. Weirdness aside... ]
Good grief. What a mischievous kitten.
She recalls going for a drive. She recalls getting a bad premonition, and pursuing it. She recalls running into an enemy, chasing none other than her Princess down the street.
She recalls sighing deeply and reaching for her liprod. What she does not recall is much of what came after.
So that doesn't mean anything happened, right? It doesn't. There are plenty of reasons why she could be waking up in the same bed as a familiar dumpling hairdo. They're both dressed, so hey, that's a good sign! They're both alive, and that's a BETTER one! Means whatever the enemy got up to didn't take them out.
Which is a relief. Haruka sighs, reaches out to pat one of those buns. Weirdness aside... ]
Good grief. What a mischievous kitten.
[ !!! A Shiori! I'd be interested in any of these scenarios, but especially anything under angst, hate, or even some kind of reconciliation scenario if we want to do something softer! ]
[Open to all, cross-canon is love, no smut, please.]
[OOC: Character communicates in sign, reads lips. No smut, please.]
( anthy is not a wife; barely even a bride.
engaged purely through happenstance, akito resents the arrangement that their union has put them in: the sharing of a single dormitory room, kitchenette and bunk-beds and all, the fawning presence of a girl fluttering at her side, the insistent nudge of one puff-sleeved shoulder. and how official could the engagement be, truly: there is no ring, no documentation, no courtship nor consummation.
ohtori academy is overbearingly cloying: the sweet reek of sugar and lemon and day-steeped tea-bags, baked pastries from home-economic ovens, savory spiced curries cooked from student kitchens, the academic scent of chalk from roving blackboards and dust and asphalt from the fencing grounds. and always, always roses: tight puckered buds or unfurling in gauche splendor, scarlet and emerald and gold and sapphire, heaped in glass vases. the shrieking of school-girls congregating and congratulating around some pink-haired basketball player, at the mere glimpse of an apple-dark mane of a seducer, the short powder-blue bob of a piano prodigy.
repulsive and pathetic, the scuttling of boys from her path everywhere she walks, whispers of the new male transfer student, a label she accepts and wears with the new pistachio-mint uniform, the caramel school-bag heavy with papers and assignments. and now, with her very own "girlfriend".
the ring signet glimmers upon her finger.
anthy accompanies her to luncheon, away from others in an emptied classroom: an affair of lace curtains and eating at desks, picking at boxed meals hand-made, little fried octopi hot-dogs and other childish food she crinkles her nose at. it feels as if she is being belittled. the girl had tried to feed her once, and gotten slapped for the effort, a hard palm impacting against a soft cheek, spectacles knocked from the narrow bridge of the nose.
akito suckles at the wooden chopsticks, dark and sticky with savory sauce, watching the scalloped hem of the under-skirt, mint and pale pleated cloth, against a dark thigh. )
anthy-san.
( rare, to directly address her. but she studies the opposite student, mud-dark gaze fixated and firm. )
what happens if we break up? if i reject you?
( the possibility has been weighing upon her thoughts. )
engaged purely through happenstance, akito resents the arrangement that their union has put them in: the sharing of a single dormitory room, kitchenette and bunk-beds and all, the fawning presence of a girl fluttering at her side, the insistent nudge of one puff-sleeved shoulder. and how official could the engagement be, truly: there is no ring, no documentation, no courtship nor consummation.
ohtori academy is overbearingly cloying: the sweet reek of sugar and lemon and day-steeped tea-bags, baked pastries from home-economic ovens, savory spiced curries cooked from student kitchens, the academic scent of chalk from roving blackboards and dust and asphalt from the fencing grounds. and always, always roses: tight puckered buds or unfurling in gauche splendor, scarlet and emerald and gold and sapphire, heaped in glass vases. the shrieking of school-girls congregating and congratulating around some pink-haired basketball player, at the mere glimpse of an apple-dark mane of a seducer, the short powder-blue bob of a piano prodigy.
repulsive and pathetic, the scuttling of boys from her path everywhere she walks, whispers of the new male transfer student, a label she accepts and wears with the new pistachio-mint uniform, the caramel school-bag heavy with papers and assignments. and now, with her very own "girlfriend".
the ring signet glimmers upon her finger.
anthy accompanies her to luncheon, away from others in an emptied classroom: an affair of lace curtains and eating at desks, picking at boxed meals hand-made, little fried octopi hot-dogs and other childish food she crinkles her nose at. it feels as if she is being belittled. the girl had tried to feed her once, and gotten slapped for the effort, a hard palm impacting against a soft cheek, spectacles knocked from the narrow bridge of the nose.
akito suckles at the wooden chopsticks, dark and sticky with savory sauce, watching the scalloped hem of the under-skirt, mint and pale pleated cloth, against a dark thigh. )
anthy-san.
( rare, to directly address her. but she studies the opposite student, mud-dark gaze fixated and firm. )
what happens if we break up? if i reject you?
( the possibility has been weighing upon her thoughts. )
Edited 2021-07-26 16:17 (UTC)
[Info and kinks (if applicable) are in journal!]
Edited 2021-07-24 21:21 (UTC)
[There was a fight. She thinks she remembers a fight. Her skirt is singed and there's ash on her arms and cheek. Perhaps it wasn't a fight and was instead a fire? Images flickered about her thoughts, but they made very little sense to her. All she could remember was fire, noise, blood, and hunger. And she knew that someone was following her, but she didn't know what. She just knew. And she needed to get away.
She followed along the wall of the building as the sun faded, leaving the street cast in shadow. She looked behind her, but all she saw was shadows. Shadows that seemed like they were reaching for her. She moved faster, pushing past a couple walking in the opposing direction. They stare at her in confusion and possibly offense, it makes her skin itch, but she ignores it. She has to get away.
She reaches the corner and turns quickly, turned to look back behind her yet again, watching for those creeping shadows--
--only to run right into someone else.]
Oof. Ah--please watch where you are going, thank you.
She followed along the wall of the building as the sun faded, leaving the street cast in shadow. She looked behind her, but all she saw was shadows. Shadows that seemed like they were reaching for her. She moved faster, pushing past a couple walking in the opposing direction. They stare at her in confusion and possibly offense, it makes her skin itch, but she ignores it. She has to get away.
She reaches the corner and turns quickly, turned to look back behind her yet again, watching for those creeping shadows--
--only to run right into someone else.]
Oof. Ah--please watch where you are going, thank you.
[[ KITTENS. michirus only for long-term or smut, please! ]]
[ooc - I was thinking Chris, in college, having a crush on Haruka, and hemming and hawing over whether to confess?]
[So. At first Allura wasn't sure what to make of the blue-haired girl. Allura is extremely driven, focused, and praise-motivated. Of course she wants to do well in school, academically and in terms of rule following. Sure, Chloe is intelligent, witty, talented at critical thinking and analysis (VERY critical, at times), she also had about as much regard for rules as a stray cat. Ancients she could be frustrating sometimes, but... she could also be extremely loyal and kind. She was the one who offered Allura the most comfort when her father passed away, a shared pain, and over time Allura began to see a lot more of the brilliance in her wit, her bravery.
But it's stupid of her to contemplate anything more than friendship. VERY stupid. They're so different, why would someone like her be interested in a goody two shoes that did nothing but argue with her at the start? And of course there was the matter of Amber... (No, she doesn't deserve a first name, at least not in Allura's mind.) Sure, just because she has perfect strawberry blond hair and perfect hazel eyes and perfect skin everything else and everyone adores her while she plays them for fiddles. Who does she think she is, Alcibiades?]
Edited 2021-07-25 02:28 (UTC)
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cant_rain_allthetime
2021-07-25 03:03 am (UTC)(link)
[ ooc: aged-up by default, teen upon request. no to crack except 5, no to breakup, everything else, go for it. ]
( 18+, no crack, let's talk about kinky. cross-canon/cross-medium welcome! )
( character is seventeen
info is a work in progress. wiki's should cover the important bits but I'm open to answering any and all questions!
valkyrie chariot flavor by default. haxxor bunny au available on request. )
info is a work in progress. wiki's should cover the important bits but I'm open to answering any and all questions!
valkyrie chariot flavor by default. haxxor bunny au available on request. )
[ no angst or crack, crosscanon/medium is great, i'm down for AUs to make things easier. 18+ characters only pls! ]
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