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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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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.

"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.

She sighs. Leave it to Shiro to be practical about her teasing. Houka has come around and become a little less logical with his bantering, but it's not as sure a deal with the tailor in her life.

Unsatisfied with his greeting, her fingers seek his shirt and tug him closer to her. "We may be planets that revolve around a sun, but we give meaning to it." Nonon will follow Satsuki to the very end (whatever end, every end, any end), but she won't belittle herself for it. She leans up on her tiptoes and presses a kiss to the corner of his mouth. "Watch a movie with me?"

She falls back to her natural height and rocks back and forth on the balls of her feet. "Or take a catnap with me?"

By now, his straight man act is nearly expected. Nonon's teasing is sweetest when it has room to bounce off of, like the flash in a photograph. And to be honest, it's funnier for him this way.

He goes with her pull, because what else can he do? Leave her reaching for him? His palms find her elbows as she leans up, as much support as he can really give, and he does smile, just a little. "A star system only hosts life when planets surround it," he agrees - and it's only to her he'd say that to, the only who'd understand what he doesn't mean about Satsuki with the metaphor.

He lets her arms go, but reaches slow for her wrists instead. "A movie... and then a catnap," he offers, slowly. He'd finished work early for a reason, after all.

She lets him catch her wrists, and her smile is sly like a cat that caught a canary -- or a snake about to strike at prey. If he's staying, it means she wins. "Oh, my, how indulgent. Did you work hard for this, or should I count my lucky stars?"

She giggles, light and girlish. It delights her when her whims are catered to normally, and she's vibrant when it's by one so close to he heart. The push and pull of their group is expected and comfortable, but a little tenderness goes a long way. She hums low in her throat, the few notes her vocal chords don't automatically destroy.

"I'll let you choose the movie." Her taste in movies is dark and full of horrors and not conducive to slumber.

"I may have pushed a few projects through to a stopping point in order to have some free time," he says, not confirming one way or another, but she knows what he'd do to for them.

His grip pulses on her wrists, gentle. Neither of them have much time for softness, so he takes it where he can get it. "We can pick together," he says.

His mouth quirks, and he drawls an easy joke. "I don't have as overactive an imagination as Sanageyama, so a creepy art film won't give me nightmares." He has a stronger stomach than that.

She laughs. A jab at the monkey is too fun to pass. It may be an easy joke, but it's leagues above any bad pun. Could there be any sense of humor worse than Sanageyama's?

"I was giving you a chance to pick something more to your tastes, but if you insist..." She tugs him towards her massive horror film collection, a bounce in her step. "Don't say I didn't try thinking of you."

Despite her catty tone, he's said all the right things. It's a mystery to Nonon how, but when it matters most, Shiro always says or takes action that disarms in the best way. She'd forgive him anything. It's a skull she's always happy to bear.

"But if you did get a nightmare, I wouldn't leave you to suffer. At least not like that." She stills and frees a hand to slide up his collar bone. Her lips curve in a smile that speaks only sin.

Jokes about Sanageyama are low-brow, to be sure, such an easy hurdle to jump there's no challenge in it, but neither of them are above anything, realistically. He's content with taking what he can get.

"My tastes include your somewhat alarmingly, but endearingly, cliche horror collection," he says, following her without resistance. (For what it's worth, he's (mostly) speaking honestly - the murderers and monsters of her films, the gruesome gore and creeping suspense, all of that is straightforward. Much better than shadowy nightmares and toying with fate.)

He pauses nearly as she does, attuned to her movements with rote familiarity. He leans into her hand, lifts his own to curl his fingers over her wrist briefly. "You are as magnanimous as you are beautiful." He's laying it on a little thick, but she started it.

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open post : picture prompt

how dare you use prose in this writing hobby

burn the witch at the stake etc etc

it's entropy

sob how did a week pass

i have no room to judge hides face in shame... also feel free to ignore

i could never ignore you

you're too kind

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