open post : picture prompt

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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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[paramountcy]

"I knew you'd say that." It would be placating from any other person, but from Satsuki Kiryuuin's mouth, it seems believable. There's no question that she might not have thought this all through in advance.

Their lives are a series of repetitive motions. By the time students are done with their curriculum, they're all the same. They've crammed them into molds. Patterned them.

"I know you look after yourself," she says. "But times like these demand a limit to our self-interest." He would sacrifice himself for this cause (for, she thinks, what she asked of him), at the cost of more than a few muscles. It won't be long. Instead of giving voice to the inevitable end they both know is coming, she lets it hang unspoken in the air. Soon the risk will be over, and hopefully only one of them will have to pay the ultimate price. "One day you will sew something other than uniforms."

[gusset]

The breath he huffs through his nose isn't a laugh. Of course she knew he'd say that. That's the person he's grown to become, at her side. Why would he ever say anything else? There's no purpose to pretending to be anyone else, not when they've been dirty-faced children holding flowers in the garden where Nonon had asked them both (but especially Satsuki) to marry her, not when he remembers the girl who built an empire at thirteen.

"And one day you will wear something other than uniforms," he answers, with a stubborn optimism, because his measure of success - of a world adequately saved - has different requirements than hers. "I can't dress the future Prime Minister with damaged nerves, Lady Satsuki. Rest assured." His hands are Satsuki's hands, and Satsuki's hands are Nonon's to hold, but his to treasure.

[paramountcy]

"Now, now. That's your dream for me." When she kills Ragyo, she'll wipe the stain from their family name, but some of the things she'll do to get there would stain a politician for life. "After conquering every high school in the nation, holding one office would be too easy."

Maybe she'd indulged it too much as a child, when there had still been time to play. Too many games of house in which she, playing the matriarch, came home from the "office," pretending she'd been busy. But she'll be gentle with his misguided dream. Satsuki won't be the one to crush it in her fist.

"I look forward to seeing your new designs." She wants to keep his dreams of that world afloat. "So I'm glad you'll take care of yourself."

[gusset]

"They do say there is no population harder to control than teenagers," Shiro agrees, tone somewhere between light and perfectly serious.

He knows he's being humored as he finally reaches her scalp, running his fingers under the roots of her hair in firm circles. He's not insulted by it, merely a little touched. The kind-hearted girl he met in her mother's rose garden is still alive.

"I only wish you would allow others to take some care of you, Lady Satsuki," he says, a butler's instincts telling him to take the chance to scold when it arrives. "There are limits to how far even you should push yourself alone."