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bakerstreet2021-09-06 07:09 pm
This is what they call...a pro-gamer move. Love confessions are a pro-gamer move, right? Riiiiiight?
Because you headcanon about this. Don't lie. I can tell.
Your character's finally confessing how they feel to somebody! Oh God, it's happening! But what words are they saying? How are they saying them? Or, actually, what're they NOT SAYING? WHAT ARE THEY DOING?
(You know some characters would do the absolute most vs. others hardly breaking a sweat.)
This is not a drill. It's a confession they're afraid they might not get to make another time, cried out in the heat of battle. No, wait, it's a preplanned affair complete with a giant "I LOVE YOU SIGN" as they nosedive into shark-infested waters...that are on fire??? Possibly, if we're wrong about that, it's a casual admission over coffee, sandwiched between compliments about haircuts.
Whatever the case, the flavor fits your guy, gal, or nonbinary pal to a T. Their big show of romance...starts now.
❤ NO BLANK TOP LEVELS. This is in media res, no time to waste, your character is confessing literally at this very second and you gotta give us a rundown of what's happening. That can be a line of dialogue. Or action. Whatever. You gotta.
❤ The person who replies to you is the one getting confessed to? Most likely? But they also might be a supportive friend testdriving your character's method or some rando who got in the wrong place at the right time.
Adela | Original Character | M/F Preference
Oh Nehra. She knew she was beet red. She almost couldn't speak. Her throat felt so tight, and she just held that item out to the person before her. That breastplate*, polished to a mirror shine, made to fit, and she could only hope they accepted it. It was hard not to mumble, or to snap at them to just take it, but she had to do this right didn't she? And this was important.
"I-I... I wish for you to have this. For it to protect you, from whatever may come in the future," Adela spoke quietly, forcing herself to get the words out despite how breathless and anxious she felt, "I hope it protects you, so that you... You will always return, unharmed, and, uhm..."
It felt like she wasn't getting the point across clearly, and with a deep breath she finally blurted something else out, "I would hate it if you were hurt or killed, and I want to keep spending time with you! Please, accept it!"
It was too late for regrets, and nerves claimed her voice once more as she clamped her eyes shut, then feeling like her face was on fire from nerves and embarrassment. She didn't even know if her feelings came through clearly, and maybe it'd be less embarrassing if they didn't, but she at least thought she said what she'd wanted to say.
[[ OoC: *Feel free to substitute with a shield or something if the person already has functional armor. Considering the meme, assumed CR is a given. This would have to be a setting where something like body armor would actually be useful, probably a pseudo-jamjar setting for easy CR. Adela is a journeyman blacksmith, so she'd want to make armor to help keep her beloved safe from whatever dangers they'd encounter, even if she couldn't protect them herself. She's pretty dumb about feelings though, getting embarrassed, tongue-tied, and grumpy whenever it just gets to be too much for her. I also don't mind a rando or a friend who's coming to help her work on stuff, but whatever works.
I tend to play her as an older teen/young adult and would be most comfortable playing off of someone in a similar age range. I do prefer M/F for shipping with her, but Adela herself tends to fall in love with personality above anything else. Let me know if there's anything else you need to know! ]]
Date Masamune | Ikemen Sengoku | OTA
Masamune sighed to himself after saying those words, but even in spite of himself he was grinning. He'd called out that person because this was important, and he knew that he needed to tell them just how important they were. How much they mattered to him. How much of himself changed just because he had gotten to know them, to admire them, respect them, and...
"I'll make that kind of promise, though, if you'll stay with me. I'll be with you, today and tomorrow, however long you want until you absolutely can't stand me anymore. I'll protect you, and I'm stronger just for having you at my side."
A warm smile tugged at his lips, and Masamune's eye was focused on them, cheeks just a little pink as he asked, "Will you love me as well?"
[[ OoC: Otome character, so this sort of thing is natural with him. Masamune is a reckless guy in his own canon, but he's a strong leader who cares about his people, has some very... interesting views on life and death, is loyal to a fault, and is very head-strong. He also likes to tease and play with his partner. I've headcanoned him to be around 25 or so since no "canonical" age was given (and if I went with the historical age he'd be like 15 which is a big no for me), and I'd prefer to ship him with someone AT LEAST 18 years old in age. Please bear in mind that some historical inaccuracies are inevitable with this guy and let's have some fun! ]]
Reko Yabusame | Your Turn to Die | 17+ OTA
She makes a grunting sound finally and just jumps right in, all with her face averted.]
Look, it's -- so like. I ain't that great with this kind of shit. Like... romance, yeah? I ain't good at it. Kinda terrible actually. I just --
[Mmmmhf. Her face is growing redder by the moment.]
I just sort of really like you, okay.
[This whole time she's been looking off to one side but now her head whips around to face whoever she's laying all this out to, brow mightily furrowed and lips pressed in an intimidating scowl.]
Don't you start makin' fun of me now! I like you but I'll still beat you up if you fuck around with me!
[... And then her expression immediately falls.]
Nah, I wouldn't do that. Sorry. Just... don't laugh, okay.
edna | tales of zestiria (ota)
( it was uncharacteristic of edna to be fumbling with her words like this. usually she had some kind of witty or cutting remark to everything, but she hadn't caught a wink of sleep throughout the night. and now, in the light of the early morning, she had come seeking a moment alone with you, something clearly on her mind. )
I spent a long time on the mountain. Waiting, hoping— was it for an end to the madness? Salvation? I didn't even know anymore, the more the years passed by. But once I left with everyone, I realized...
( her head was turned to the side, hiding her expression, as the words finally, reluctantly, sounded from her: )
I don't want to go back. There's nothing there for me anymore. So, even when this is over, could I... stay with you?
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[It was usually Killia's job to go hunting for ingredients in the morning, so that he'd have something to cook for the whole party. It wasn't the first time that he let Edna tag along with him, but her behavior compared to the norm was different today. Whenever she makes this proposal, his usual stoicism is broken with a shocked look on his face before he composes himself.
He takes a moment before bending down on one knee to to make proper eye contact with her. Despite her looks, Killia never treated her like a child. She was more like a valuable comrade to him... If not, something far more than that now.]
Before I answer your question... I have a question for you. [He pauses.] How do you feel about flowers?
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( before he answers? couldn't he see how much this was weighing on her? how hard it was for her to say something like this?
edna shifted on her feet, turning so that she could stay hidden behind the cover of her umbrella.
he was just the worst to do something like this! and yet, still, she... wanted to be by his side. )
What, you want to hear about how they're nice to look at? About how they can bloom in all sorts of places you'd never expect? Well... they're fragile, too. And some won't even grow without the right circumstances for them to thrive. Sometimes, they need help before anyone might even notice they're there in the first place...
( was... she really talking about flowers, still? )
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That's right. But one person can't maintain flowers on their own. It takes a pair of hands to make a beautiful garden bloom somewhere.
[He pauses for a moment before speaking again.]
I never told the others this... But I have a dream. One day, I want to plant a beautiful garden as far as the eye can see. In the past, I had family who taught me all kinds of flowers... They taught me many things, I wouldn't be who I am today without them. But my family was taken from me... They won't ever be coming back.
[There would be no fixing that... It was thanks to the friendships and bonds that he formed with this party that Killia had managed to move past his guilt, revenge and stopped living in the past. He has the present and the future to think about...]
But it was thanks to you and everyone else that I've managed to become a better person. And that's why... [Finally, he smiles and offers his hand.] Would you like to create this garden together with me, Edna? When our battles are over, we can settle down somewhere... Just the two of us.
ahhh im sorry this got buried in my inbox ;;
she knew that pain too. that deep hollowness in the middle of her chest, knowing that her brother would never return. perhaps that was one of the reasons she had found herself gravitating towards this demon, even in spite of their opposing origins.
her vision started to blur just slightly, regardless of how much edna strained to keep the tears from welling in her eyes. but, looking at him, listening to the beautiful vision he had for the future, and that hand... )
Yes— ( she breathed in a hoarse voice, she finally exhaling as a tear spilled over the edge of one eye, and zig-zagged down her cheek.
a shaking hand, her gloved one, reached out, settling gently on top of the one that he held out towards her. )
I want to see it, Killia. Your beautiful field of flowers...
No problem at all!
He delicately grips Edna's hand into his as she cries. Killia knew that she was crying due to happiness and not sadness. This was the woman he never wanted to see cry out of loneliness and pain. A third party could easily see this as a marriage proposal including the honeymoon on top. And Killia wouldn't deny this... He really wanted to spend the rest of his very long life with Edna.]
You're the prettiest flower of all, so it's not complete without you with me. [Killia wondered if that sounded cheesy, but it was the truth and he was sticking to it. Leaning forward, he gently presses his lips up against hers before pulling back.]
... I love you, Edna. I'm gonna make sure that your days will be filled with happiness. And I'll use my fists to beat down any sadness that comes your way.
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crying had been a luxury she had never afforded herself in the company of others, when she could help it at least. there was hardly anyone in the world that had ever seen her crumble under the weight of her own loneliness, but now, thanks to the feeling of her hand in his... she truly felt lighter than she had in centuries.
her heart, which had been locked up tightly ever since eizen had returned to the mountain as a dragon— fluttered wildly in her chest as he drew closer. slowly, her eyes closed, basking in the comfort she drew from the closeness alone, as her cheeks flushed once killia's lips met with hers.
and when he withdrew, it took her some time to finally open them again, listening to the sweet words that fell from the lips she had just kissed. )
Killia, you—...
( words she had wanted to hear more than anything, a promise that she didn't have to be alone anymore. to know that a love had blossomed between the two of them, despite how much she had tried to deny those feelings, once upon a time... )
You had better keep that promise.
( and then, someday soon, she'd finally have the courage to say it back to him. to give a voice to the words that terrified her the most:
i love you, too.
and even though she couldn't bring herself to tell him just yet, as she looked up at him, she pressed her hands against his chest, leaning into him, her blue eyes swimming with all the emotions she struggled to convey. )
Or I'll never let you live it down.
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[Even if she never said it directly, Killia could see it within those irises of hers. He could stare directly into them all day as much as liked to look up at the sky itself. Feeling the urge to spoil her more, he goes in to plant soft kisses against her wet cheeks. He could've used his fingertips, but no... The fact of the matter was that the demon wanted to shower the seraphim with more of his affection. He wasn't an overly touchy type on the surface, but he couldn't help it around her. Edna was the one that he placed all of his trust into.
As someone who lived as harsh life in the depths of Cyro Blood and became an Overlord feared over there, he also knew how it felt to be lonely and isolated. Killia never thought that he'd find the heart to do small acts to display his love for someone. Feeling her hands up against his chest and just being next to her in general filled him with strength. He still desired power... But it wouldn't be for himself or for revenge. He wanted to become more stronger to protect her.
Wrapping an arm around her waist, Killia decides to sit down to pull Edna into his lap. Admittedly, he liked the height differences between the two of them. He wasn't sure how they were going to act whenever the rest of the party was around, but right now? He wanted to flirt with her as much as he wanted.]
But rest assured, I won't. And that's because I'm all yours now... and I'm not giving you up to anyone either.
[He speaks in a near whisper into her ear... This was a tender tone that was reserved only for her. With a free hand, he moves it to caress her cheek and leans in to kiss her once more. Pulling away again, he uses his thumb to gently stroke it before speaking again with some slight concern.]
You haven't been sleeping well, haven't you? I can see faint little bags underneath your eyes and your body feels lighter than usual.
Lan Wangji / The Untamed
Lan's do not fall in love lightly.
[ He swallows, nervous and tongue tied. ]
Some think love is feeling, not a choice, but I think it is more valuable as a choice. To wake up everyday and choose to spend it with the same person. To choose to value their happiness above anyone else.
[ He steps closer until personal space is but a memory. ]
I would like to choose you. To choose to love you. Forever.
[ He doesn't flush in the face but his ears are beacons of red. He looks a little flustered. ]
If you will have me.
Insector Haga / YuGiOh
"L-Look..." He manages to stutter out, but needs to take another break to get his bearings. He was never good with this type of stuff but openly talking about his feelings like that is way harder than he anticipated.
"I know I'm not... I know I'm the last person you would hear this from, but I feel some stuff for you that's, hm, a little complicated." OK, it's more than a little complicated, but those are the words he choose to go with.
"Argh... OK, I like you more than as a friend! Is that what you wanted to hear??" Haga sounds angry, but you can tell he's being fully honest with what he's saying. And that he isn't angry at who he's talking to, but himself.
And his cheeks are not only pink, but deep red now.
(( ooc: Haga is awful at talking about his own feelings, and it shows. this can be either requited or unrequited (I live for angst heh) and also he could be saying this to someone he didn't mean to (it's his fault for only looking down at his feet while confessing...). If it's someone he didn't mean to, it's honestly open to all! if it's legit, I would prefer m/m. open to all canons/OCs :3 ))