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this section is pretty self-explanatory.
may include schedule post in far future.

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FURUBA RP

HIKARU SOHMA 856 WORDS



There are eloquent ways to start mornings. One would assume that someone like Hikaru awoke to begin such methods. However, this is far from reality. In actuality, the presumably put together power secretary of the Sohma Conglomerate was figuratively having her mental innards gutted and blended into a mush. Don’t be alarmed, things could be much worse, the young woman has experienced the above with the addition of being digested by a grotesque monster with excessive acidity levels in its digestive organs. Then shitted out. All figurative, of course. The root of her mental strain was dealing minor business conferences that could not wait until the next day. Nothing big enough to bother Hajime about, besides he was already busy enough having to manage their patchwork family, but still something important enough to be addressed today. Or rather, for the past few days, meaning Hikaru was running on willpower and lots of tea alone. If only the tiger was not so determined and stubborn perhaps she’d guarantee herself a longer life. Alas, her mind was spinning with notes on whether or not Partner A’s integrative negotiation vs adversary B’s distributive negotiation. She only wished to set her head down on her fancy mahogany desk and knock out, drool and everything, but was too busy holding a disarming smile.

It was just after she finished deliberation with both parties via the wonderful world of video chat that Kaede burst into her room, cordially asking for her permission to escort her sister to the Tanabata Festival this evening. The fact that he was practically singing had Hikaru holding back an amused chuckle. She struggled to keep a stern expression since it was routine for her to act the stern father, since the twins’ parents had not taken care of then since the age of ten. Mikoto was her responsibility now, well until her sister gets married then maybe… but she would have a say in the matter unless the suitor wanted a high kick to the face. I mean… well, shall we get Hikaru a mustache and call her papa? ‘Please don't, that's rather gross. ’Luckily for Kaede, she was quite fond of the honest boy, who seemed to genuinely treasure her sister. Her consent had been given long before he asked. Seeing him made a nostalgic pang of guilt sound through her chest. For a moment her playful banter faltered as her throat constricted around her words, but she caught herself. She always did.

“I expect her back at a respectable time. Be sure to treat her like a princess. Well not a princess, she’s more of a pirate and I’m not going to be able to check when she’s home since I’ll probably be here. But anyways! You know what I’m getting at. I’m trusting you with my adorable baby sister. Don’t break that trust, boy.”

Her face was a mask of solemnity, but was broken once she noticed the sincerity of which he was taking her reply. And the fact that this was a joke to begin with. Her laughter carried into her words.

“Kae, I’m joking. Mikki would love it if you could take her. Please do, you have my thanks for being so sweet to her. ”

Shortly after, he was off to her sister’s lodgings. ‘A date; that must be nice. ’ Now left with silence, Hikaru shut her eyes, relishing in the moment of tranquility before stretching herself out in her seat. She let out a content sigh, relaxing back into her seated position.

A blinking green light called to her from the stark white of her mobile. Slim fingers lifted it up and deftly unlocked it and scanned for the notification. She had made plans with Kotone for the festival tonight, although she wouldn’t be surprised if the little lamb had gotten herself a date as well. It seemed like all her family members were beginning to get involved in such activities, a faint grin crossed her lips although somewhat melancholy. Hikaru wouldn’t let such thoughts plague her mind and with a slight twitch of her lip, dispelled them, more absorbed with the self-assured front she was projecting.

tab To: Koto ♥
tab Where do you want to meet after lunch?
tab And will you be wearing a yukata? I’m
tab sure you’ll steal some hearts!

tab To: Kitten
tab Tell me your wardrobe troubles, dear
tab sister. I got the goods, and you’re in the
tab hood. That was really bad, stop me.

tab To: Tobi
tab Did you happen to invite a lovely lady to
tab the festival yet? I won’t forgive you, if you
tab don’t at least try. Come crying if you can’t.

With those messages sent off to their respective owners, the workaholic pried herself from the desk with a bit of apprehension but took one look at her bed and decided it would be better if she dragged herself towards the bathroom. What she wanted yearned for was a nice hot, bath oil abuse, and very long, bath. No harm in smelling like lavender and vanilla after all, if it could soothe her work infested mind, then it could heal anyone. Wasn’t that what festivals were for anyways?





HAREM/REVERSE HAREM RP

NOVA BEAUCOURT 515 WORDS



We are here today to broadcast the death of a young artist prominent in Art Nouveau scene. His soul can be seen trudging it’s way to his former school, possibly to haunt potential students he holds a grudge against although it seems he wishes to ascend to the heavens instead. Armed an assortment of muscle pads attached to his neck and a less than pleasant disposition, he floated his way to the building of lost dreams and ignorance, only to be interrupted by the blare of his cellphone.

An obnoxious ringtone for an obnoxious person, he remembered. ‘I’m Bringing Sexy Back’ was the tasteful ambiance to his afterlife as he took upon himself the task of lethargically ripping open his bag, rustling around the contents and seizing his phone by it’s shiny bezel. Finally, he was able to stare into the eyes of the one person who dared to disrupt his solemn travels to the heavens. A fitting picture to its musical counterpart, what mockingly peered back at him was the image of his sister, Tieve Beaucourt, a woman of elegance, grace, a thick unibrow of eyeliner, and a rather impressive quadruple chin. This contortion of her face was likely a great feat in tribute to his life. He sighed monotonously, and accepted the call, bringing it to his ears for her dignified final words, “Hey, Novalicious Prime, your lovely older sister here to inform you that I will be late to the day’s activities because our current industry heartthrob had trouble executing a simple kissing scene so my manager had to push back my recording times in the studio to this morning. The wig they gave me is pretty much identical to your hair, it’s a little scary, are you sure they didn’t shave it off? I heard Lavinia basically tackled you. Oh shoot, they want me back on set, I’ll talk to you later.”

Ah that, he remembered it quite vividly, suddenly the older twin’s aesthetics team burst through the apartment doors and grabbed him, roughly shoved him in a chair and peered at his face, making notes in the manner an investigator would for a convicted criminal. He shuddered, not only that but he was forced to pose randomly around his flat for the ‘safety of Tieve’ and ‘observational purposes.’ He was pretty sure they turned him into his sister at one point and then there was that loincloth shot. It was painful to think of. Fortunately the tornado left just as it came, in a big mess, but violent and aggressive.

In any case, that was the reason he was unable to complete his next beta for the shoujo magazine within reasonable times. So in some twisted way, his sister was the death of him. If only, the human ability to continue to live despite being put into strange a** situations was beyond him. He was finally nearing the back entrance of Azure Academy, only to be welcomed by the smell of cigarette smoke and the familiar sight of a couple of his character models. Delinquent, Gamer and... redhead number two?





WITCH RP

IRIS BISHOP 684 WORDS



Was it possible to trade being a witch to a mermaid after twenty one years of life?

The question leisurely fluttered through a certain blonde witch’s steam addled mind. Of course, she knew full
well that mermaids likely did not exist. If she had been bestowed some comic hero otherworldly power, she would
have reconsidered. Oh, the things she would do with x-ray vision. Mmm... perhaps bacon vision would be even
better. I fathom it would be much more useful. She chuckled to herself and sank deeper into her pool of steamy
water, or as she wanted to call it, her ‘domain’. Somehow, in her languor, she rationalized that if she could be any
other mythical being, she must be a mermaid; preferably a hot springs mermaid so she could prune up for the
entirety of her life. That would be ideal. Or would I be immune?

Such questions were the norm of Iris’ pre-party ritual. First, she took her precious time in the bathroom,
making sure to completely drain away all her stress (rationalizing that her alcohol absorption would be superior to
any challenger). Secondly, she then pulled her bum out of her watery dwelling before she would complete the
transformation into a walking prune, in order to throw on whatever get up she had prepared. The witch was currently
in the process of step two, continuing to go about her actions in a leisurely manner. However, it seemed like the
unknown forces acting upon the earth wanted her to hurry the ******** up because it was in that moment that inertia
and gravity decided to battle for their dominance on Iris' willowy figure. Basically, she fell on her a**.

The abruptness of the world’s judgement blessed the young woman with energy and alertness. [******** hell.
Her hands gripped the counter conveniently before her, lifted herself up, and began primping her appearance. With
her hair in a practical knot and make up sufficiently enhancing her bright eyes, she easily slipped into her costume
for the evening. Fortunately for Iris, finding a pimp costume wasn’t difficult. It wasn’t as if she wanted to make
a satire of it, she wanted to emulate a real madam. Turns out, it wasn’t that much different than what she dressed
in when she went gambling, who knew? She tipped the blue velvet hat lower on her forehead, making a sultry
expression in the mirror and winking. An audible snort escaped her at the level of maturity of her actions before
she grabbed her pimp cane by the dark metal skull fixture, curling her fingers into the eye sockets then holding it
properly.

Let’s meet up with the cronies then head to the kitchen for a bite. Freya and Daxton were likely together by
now, as most of the witches and familiars paired off before heading towards any major event they were all invited to.
She was not certain whether Lucas was awake or not but resolved to remedy that if it were the case. But not before
she stopped by Daxton’s room, he had promised match March’s costume, either as an alluring prostitute or an avant
garde crystal meth costume. Crystal Meth. Cristal like the Champagne. Cristal Champagne. What a classy hooker
name. That alliteration makes for quite the nice ring. And thus, Daxton was dubbed with his working name just as
she swung into his room.

Only to be enveloped into a tight hug by her lovely friend, Freya. She lifted her eyebrows questioningly, darted
her gaze to Daxton then broke out into a grin, squeezing the fellow witch into a bone-crushing embrace. Swinging, an
arm over the white haired witch, she let out a chime of laughter. “Your pimp is here to collect her girlies. I’m quite
ready to get pissed but I’ve got to find Lucas before we head out. Kitchen sound like a likely place?” She
drawled, pulling Freya even closer to check if the girl had been drinking beforehand, it was not unusual, but Iris
liked to keep note of these things. In conclusion, her friend was giddy, which she didn’t find an issue with.

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_______________________________________________◞ ⁽ CONTENT ⁾ xxx ◞ ⁽ HOVERCAR ⁾ xxx ◞ ⁽ IDRIS & AMBROSIA ⁾


Like a calla lily amongst roses, she was a simple elegance drowning in opulence. Silken verse effortlessly spilled from her charmingly curled lips. As if her words were feather steps to the cacophony of politely masked parley, the crystalline beauty bewitched her partners in a dance of verbal nature. Her enthralling wit left spellbound admirers to gaze upon her retreating figure with yearning. Yet she never spared them another delicate glance, never deliberated in her acumen, nor paused in her rotary of high society members.

Then, the pull of a violin's bow cued the beginning to a final dance in the affair. One by one noble pairings were formed, twirling off onto the dance floor with skirts billowing like flowers in bloom. If she were Cinderella, drawn out music note would be her ringing clocktower bell. Unfortunately, the magic didn’t end; she was to join the mismatched bouquet as she always did.

Even if solitude suited her well, there are those who attempt to recreate the imagery of their dreams. And she happened to be an ethereal being. "May I have the pleasure, Miss Edelweiss?" Kneeling beneath her gaze was a gorgeous flaxen haired man, an arm extended in offering. His inquisitive gold flecked viridian hues met with her faint smile; she gently brushed her hand upon his in acceptance, the epitome of modesty. “Of course, Councilman Acardi.”

They made quite the picture, the cat eyed gentleman and starlight siren smoothly gliding in a waltz. If only Azalea Edelweiss was as demure as her looks implied, underneath her mask was running patience. If it weren’t for the newly appointed Councilman’s appearance, she would have been already been on her way to Oriholla Academy. As much as she loved politics and weaving around her suitors, she would much rather be on the school’s training grounds in that moment. As the music lulled to a closed she relaxed, removing her hand from his before dipping into a curtsy. Under thick ivory lashes, she peered up at his noble form. “Thank you. I will be seeing you during the break then.”

tab ---

Finally, freedom at last. Oh sweet forge, mother is coming for you. As she relaxed, her quiet steps became her accustomed natural strut. Are the two of you already in the car? The hall was silent save her the click of her heels and allowed her to focus on her thoughts. Or rather, give mind to her insistent brother who was likely playing cards with their beautiful wisteria-tressed friend by now.

As predicted, she found her brother and former partner in a one sided game of Bullshit (or Cheat, whichever you prefer). Her brother being the crushed loser of the match. “Councilman Feline invited us to his charity ball the next break. Should I attend as his companion?” Azalea slid into the cushy leather seat and set her hand on the playing table. “If you would deal me a good hand, Idris.” Once situated with her cards she leaned back, studying them intently. “How were your dance partners, hm? Rosie was screaming about some perfumed lady if I remember correctly.” She snickered at her her brother’s plight while throwing down a card. “You had a rather handsome man take you away, Idris.” Her smile was wiped away as she stared at a composed psy settling down his cards. “Bullshit.”

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tab tab !!! tab bedroom ▼ kitchen tab alone ▼ mikio tab fuq mcronalts

• 
  in his defense, it wasn't everyday you discover the only hamtaro vhs movies you didn't own. while he was grateful
  that the sketchy rental shop was closing down and thus blessed him with the rare antiques, he was not amused by
  the fact that he had the worst case of sleep deprivation since graduating college. he'd woken up earlier at the whee
  hours of the morn to prepare them a wholesome breakfast and then immediately stumbled back into the nest of
  blankets mikio hoarded for imprompto movie night.
  
  waking up now, he noted that his red-haired companion was missing. what a mystery. of course, nothing his new-
  fangled smartphone couldn't solve. might as well name it martin mystery, but toshi promised himself to break out
  of that habit. it was really starting to get out of hand. rip agatha, never again will he cook half-asleep at 2 am.
  
  heated metal broke him out of his somber consideration for the lost slow cooker agatha. he pulled his phone from
  the covers and felt along the wall for a charger, unplugging that as well. we wouldn't want to kill its lifespan now.
  like the dbz fusion of and old man and the young hip and cool, he deliberately unlocked his phone and made sure
  to open the correct app and stare down at the contact labelled 'cherry tomato' before shooting off a simple text.
  
  tab tab tab
  
  although he laughed at the promiscuous carrot mikio found, he really needed to get some pants on his long legs.
  he removed the device from its close proximity to his face, tossing it in the general direction of his bed. seeing as
  the world was a blur - pun not intended - he couldn't really be bothered to search for his glasses, instead putting
  his hands to the wall to practice the ever familiar feel out the room and hopefully end up in the washroom tactic.
  luckily, toshi was a veteran - because of unfortunate circumstances - so he found himself popping in his contacts
  in no time. the world of clarity welcomed him and he made quick work of throwing something comfortable on
  and leaving the room.
  
  arriving in the kitchen, he stopped in his tracks. shocked to find a lot of his breakfast - the breakfast he woke up
  to make - was left wrapped up on the counter. he shared a look of indignance with the only other person in the
  kitchen, the devilish unicorn himself. he sighed, putting away the uneaten dishes and cringed when he saw the
  headline of the local newspaper.
  
  tab tab tab tab tab — MCRONALTS OPENS NEW LOCATION IN SHIMURA CITY! —
  
  it took him no time to connect the dots and once again the koizumi family chef was left in a state of shock. they
  chose food best suited for post-apocalyptic situations over his home made meals. what was the world coming to?
  grandpa bae would have a heart attack and grandpa bae would unleash the wrath of the elderly scorned. but toshi
  was none of the above, so he continued to stack dishes in the fridge.
  
  "we're lucky it was bingo night at the retirement home yesterday." he knew how cranky the neighborhood
  grannies got when they couldn't get their rice porridge. bingo night was always an exhausting event. then a sudden
  realization had him knitting his eyebrows together. "miki, don't we open in the evening today?" his words were
  careful, a complicated expression on his face as he sure as hell hoped he wasn't awake when he didn't have to be
  the second time today. then... his eyes found themselves on a rather sexy carrot, there was confusion and then
  a snort of laughter which devolved into a complete fit as toshi picked it up. nevertheless it ended up in the fridge.
  
  "do we have time for smoothies?" they were probably the only things at mcronalt's he would consume. and he
  wanted to track down those ungrateful koizumi punks.