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open post : picture prompt

OPEN PICTURE PROMPT MEME

respond to a character in this post with a picture!
or a few!
(this tumblr may be helpful.)
i will set the scene based on the picture.
fun ensues!
(link if they're particularly huge, numerous or nsfw, please!)
or you can leave me a comment and i'll hit you with picture prompts instead.

aus are totally chill.
if someone's on my muselist but not this post
hit me up and i'll drop a comment for them.

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[ castmates - i play obi as in love with both zen and shirayuki, jsyk. ]

[ m/m for shipping unless we've discussed it. ]

[ he's 13, so use common sense, please. ]

[ i assume vague poly stuco pile but lmk if you want me to hold off! ]

[ i lean m/f on shipping but whatever is fine. no teenage characters in a shipping capacity. ]

[ f/f teenagers for shipping. ]

[ i don't ship with katsukis. ]

[ f/f teenagers for ships. ]

[ f/f for ships, no one under 18. ]

[ nia for ou shipping. if it's au i'll go with anything! ]

[ m/m teenagers for shipping preferred, but i'll do m/f with other teens too! i'm fully up to date on canon. ]

[ between 14 and 20 is my only stipulation. i'm utd on canon, so dw about spoilers. ]

or let's go to tokyo disney, iorin

give me s/t and i'll find s/t for you tomorrow plz

500 asw madokas

there's a boobtouch so i'm gonna link it

or some combination of all of the above???

The house is velvet-soft quiet at four-thirty in the afternoon on a Saturday, the floors warm from sun passing through windows and the rooms quiet with the hum of late afternoon laziness. Shiro leaves his desk and his study behind when his brain starts to buzz behind his eyelids, raking his fingers through his newly short hair, and follows snatches of sound down the hallway and through the double doors.

The record player was a housewarming gift from his uncle, but the only one who gets any use out of it regularly is, unsurprisingly, Nonon. Shiro's used it enough to know how to lift and stow the needle, though, and that's exactly what he leans sideways to do upon stepping through the doorway.

His voice is a poor substitute for Debussy. "Nonon," he says, her name round in his mouth, and crosses the room to cast shadow across her face, lit from behind by the afternoon sun. (Satsuki he is not, but then they've all had a taste for the dramatic, from time to time.)

you get numbers. 6 is a little nsfw.

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It's too lovely an afternoon for silence to linger. Of course, Nonon doesn't pass any chance to fill an empty void with the dynamics of sound, and everyone she cares about has a decent record collection. She makes sure of it. Enough hours are spent alone that day that she can't help but want to lure Shiro away from his work.

Her mouth forms a small 'o' when he comes to turn off her music sooner than she expects. She turns to face him fully, and she laughs. "Oh, my, are you trying to be a Kiryuuin today?" Her lips stretch in a teasing smile. Too much time around Satsuki ensures she doesn't have to shield her eyes from his natural backlight.

"Take a break. It's the least you can do for shutting off Debussy." The way she phrases it makes it sound like a demand, but her tone lacks the usual haughtiness that edges her rough voice.

"I'm more hindrance than help as a mannequin."

Satsuki says it, but she's statue-still where she stands on the platform, save for the fidgety, gradual turning of the bracelet on her wrist. She's not made for stillness, even now, and as patient a model as she's been for Shiro over the years, she's never lost the energy entirely, the compulsion to be active always.

Glamour, at least, she can do. When she wears Shiro's work, it'll fit her like a second skin; in public they'll make a fine set. In public, she's illuminated, in private, contained. But the further she departs from Ragyo's cure, the more those lines are blurring. She watches him work, thumb turning the bracelet on her wrist.

"Turn?" Traveling has its disadvantages. The light is weaker than either of them are used to, and she's prepared to move to catch the lamp's good light.

"Hardly. I was lucky with timing - the sun doesn't bow to my whims," he says, even, honest. Never mind that Satsuki is, in every way that matters, their sun.

He leans close, touching thin fingers to her cheek and gently brushing their mouths together. It's a hello, not a come-on. (To be fair, with Nonon that may be enough.) "I'll be happy to, if that's what it takes to make shutting it off up to you." He doesn't smile much, and he doesn't now, but his eyes are bright behind his glasses as he moves to settle beside her.

For all that she claims to be anything but a perfect model, he's never had anyone under his fingertips capable of her stillness. (Except, perhaps, Sanageyama, but he always ruined it by talking.) Even when he works with professionals - and there are a number of those, these days - they don't manage to have her brightness even with a dress half-constructed around her. "You're never a hindrance," he says, without looking up. Hand-beading this dress has been weeks in the making; he's done as much of it as he could with an actual mannequin, the memory of the curve of her hip enough as he drew curves in glimmering, glittering glass and thread. The final adjustments he can only make when he's sure of how the beads and the fabric will lay against her are those he's doing now, long practiced pulls of the needle leaving seafoam clouded glass and peach-pink pearls in their wake.

He looks up when she asks about turning. He's been sewing her into things long enough by now that she always seems to know. He still isn't sure what his tell is. "Yes, please. Carefully, this knot isn't tied off yet." His free hand rests heavy against the back of her thigh to guide her to the right angle under the lamps.

"Is that so? I'll take your word for it, then."

She breathes out heavily once - her own tell - in response to his hand on her thigh. She is unfailingly patient, most of the time, about most things, so she waits for him to guide her into place, fabric barely rustling as she slowly turns.

Satsuki turns the bracelet on her wrist again, breathing normally. She's never anything but careful - about things like this, anyway. Each movement is carefully considered, her posture practiced. She's been his model often enough. His cautioning would be an insult coming from anyone else.

Isn't it strange that they spend their (more infrequent, now) time together in rented spaces, spent stitching the finishing touches onto projects? She's been asked before, and it would be strange, if anyone expected normalcy from them. Satsuki puts too much effort into protecting strange and abnormal humanity for it to be anything other than fitting. Satsuki's content in his hardworking silence, and they both need to keep their hands busy.

"They'll be mass producing these next summer." Satsuki turns her bracelet.

"What an honor," he says, lightly teasing as much as it is sincere, and his fingers linger three beats too long after he's satisfied with her new angle. He shuffles his weight from one knee to the other as he leans close to correct the lay of the last line of beads.

Sewing clothes with the disconcerting buzz of life under his fingers for the first five years of his career has made sewing clothes without them an adventure in finding that life somewhere else. The buzz of life under his fingers now is Satsuki, the thrum of her patient breath and her bracelet twisting slowly around the delicate, too-strong line of her wrist. Familiar and sweet, not ill-fitting and wrong.

"If history repeats itself, the prototype will be the finest one of all. No doubt because of who wore it," he says, looking up at her. He shifts to peel a pin from the cushion on the table, putting the end of his needle between curved-in lips.

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open post : picture prompt

obi | akagami no shirayukihime

kazuya miyuki | daiya no a

itsuki tadano | daiya no a

hisashi 'nabe' watanabe | daiya no a

joey carter jones | heroman

shiro iori | kill la kill

tsumugu 'useless bara' kinagase | kill la kill

ryuko matoi | kill la kil

izuku 'deku' midoriya | my hero academia

madoka kaname | puella magi madoka magica

masami utoku | the rolling girls

simon the digger | tengen toppa gurren lagann

sakamichi onoda | yowamushi pedal

junta teshima | yowamushi pedal

i am ALMOST as thirsty as shay

shock

the queen of the desert has arrived

i'm here for you w the hose ; i went prose but i can bracket it up if you want

here's mine

how dare you use prose in this writing hobby

an oasis in the sand.

burn the witch at the stake etc etc

i'm oasis and here's wonderwall

no subject

i'm mad at you for ignoring my hilarious wonderwall joke