WHAT A WAY TO BREAK IN THE COMM

[astrogony]

 

well hey there guys i'm sure you all know what we're here for and that's a completely shameless self indulgent

DIGUSTINGLY FLUFFY SHIPPY CMO

DROP ME A COMMENT WITH A SCENARIO AND A CHARACTER YOU WANT TO SHIP WITH AND LET'S MAKE SOME FICTIONAL CHARACTERS KISS

MUSELIST
SOME PROMPTS IF YOU'RE SUPER STUCK

NOW KISS

Comments

ugly laughter okay give me junko this will be hideous

[hopedout]

[ Why is he here. More importantly, why is he here in a room stuck with Enoshima Junko with absolutely no options besides kissing her (and possibly being her plaything) in order to get out?? In fact, he's sweating bullets from his corner of the room, trying his best to keep away from her, but it's kind of difficult when the room is... small.

So small that his ahoge is pretty much hitting the ceiling.

He can't even say anything because he's to busy being completely appalled by literally everything. Don't mind him, he's just here. ]

and i guess honkers for this one

[justicejacket]

[ Emiya Shirou definitely had some important things to tell Honoka. Of course, they went to different schools - she was at an all girl's school, after all, and he? He was practically a nobody. She was an idol - literally - and although sometimes he did help out at Homura when he was invited over, considering his skills as a chef, he felt that the leader of μ's was oblivious to his feelings.

And it was fine that way.

But today, he decides to change things up. He's going to attempt and confess. There's a lump in his throat and he's not certain that this is a good idea, but... he'll try nevertheless, as he invites her to his own home. Nobody's here today, thank the gods, but that fact alone makes him even more nervous.

So he tries to calm down his nerves by cooking something for lunch. Maybe if he confesses after a hearty meal, it'll be perfect. He has rather high confidence in his cooking, after all. Now that's said and done, he soon exits the kitchen (apron still on, naturally) and sets the table. ]

I hope this is alright, Kousaka. Just let me know if you need seconds. There's rice in the cooker and I have some more food in the kitchen.

karin, please! :>

[waxinglight]

[sanshu middle school has been talking about the newly transferred kiryuu twins for a while - the taller of the two, kaoru, is kind-hearted and popular in the art club, while the shorter michiru has won over the entire home economics class. they're both reserved, but friendly enough, although they don't have classes together.

michiru, in fact, has classes with karin, and although they're friends (of sorts, she's noticed karin won't actually say it out loud though) lately michiru has been feeling...strange. fluttery, even.

it's during lunch with karin one day that michiru pipes up.]

Miyoshi-san?

[she pauses for a moment to word her question appropriately.]

How can you tell if you like someone?

Kureha? Or Sonico. Either will do.

[scarlet_devil]

[ There might be some surprise to find a certain vampire picking away at a large dessert out on the main balcony... And she would very much like the company of a certain lady she has an interest in, shall we say. ]

Ah, there you are. [ She greets her guest with a pleasant smile. ] Care to join me? I'm afraid I've gotten a little greedy, I couldn't possibly eat this all myself.

you know who I want

[covenantal]

[ It's a hot, lazy summer day in Tokyo.

Even the open window doesn't provide much relief, though the barely-there breeze does make Yu's gauzy curtains drift back and forth in a sort of pretty way. Yu sighs and stirs, finding he doesn't even mind the places where Junko's skin sticks to his. He lets his fingers trail up her bare spine, tripping over the band of her bra and playing there idly. His shirt was lost what feels like ages ago when they stumbled into the room, pressed mouth to mouth and hip to hip; her shirt disappeared at a point he doesn't remember anymore.

But now they're just lounging together, Yu letting his eyes slip shut as he contemplates how nice it might be to doze off with Junko's stretched out across him.

Instead he tilts his head just enough to mouth at her jaw in what could just barely be called a kiss. ]

What are you up to?

[ He can't see her hands, but he thinks he can feel them moving beyond him. Is she on her phone? ]

[ Kinduva placeholder/catchall sorta thing? OOC too]

[mrlivingskull]

(( Got me a list of sorts here. Pick your poison? ))

kurehaaaaaaaan

[mopocalypse]

Kurehan, tell me again why I can't just quit school.

[Haruka dramatically flops onto her dorm bed. It's a decent-sized room for two people, and she has no roommate, unless you count the... moe bikini-armour girl on the shelf that she salvaged from a game shop's dumpster.]

Studying goes into my head and then back out.