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raspberrylemonaid2016-01-06 07:31 pm
raspberrydrink) wrote in raspberrylemonaid2016-01-06 07:31 pm
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One of the great things about writing shipping is the set up - characters meeting, getting to know each other, building history, feeling out compatibility.
But screw that.
In this meme you throw anyone at anyone. Don't ponder if they even make sense. Don't plot out how they met. Just chuck a starter and go. NOW YOU ARE IN A RELATIONSHIP.
Post up ONLY THE MOST BAREBONES of your preferences (age limits, gender prefs if you have them. Anything that is a HARD NO only) and then go chuck your murderers, your nerds, your talking cats, all your usually unshippable characters at each other. Or maybe the character you have in ships normally just to see how they handle dating an alien that also wants to eat them.
The only hard rule is NO 'CANONMATES ONLY' PREFERENCES- not that you CAN'T tag or be tagged by canonmates, that just means you get to be suddenly dating your best friend without the 20 threads of worrying about ruining your friendship.
Some possible prompts
1. It's your first date! Time to figure out where super villians like to get coffee and what movies they like.
2. Things are going well, time to introduce the president to your friends... how will they handle it?!
3. First fights are a little more intense when your girlfriend can shoot energy beams
4. You're married to a pony now, congrats on your monstrous centaur children
SHE'S SO CUTE WHAT THE HECK
It really is hard to believe that what he's looking at is real. Or, who he's looking at, really. Before, he'd tried to tell himself not to be such an open book sometimes, since that had gotten him burned so many times before. But looking at her...it's hard to believe there's a single mean bone in her body. She's different, he's sure of it.
He starts to say her name, to call out to her, stepping forward as he does so-- ...and since he'd been looking over at her instead of where he's going, he ends up unintentionally kicking the toe of his shoe into a leg of a nearby empty chair, causing it to scoot forward with a sudden screech that breaks the silence rather handily.]
Ah- M-Monaka-chan-! Sorry- I uh...
[...]
Y-you...you look nice.
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Up close, her dear friend seemed to be even more than handsome than she could have believed. She felt her own smile grow wider, her heart thump a little harder, when he complimented her.]
...Thank you. [She wants to return such kindness. If it made her feel very pretty then it would certainly make him feel just as special. Monaka holds her hands together as though she were making a quick prayer.]
You look nice, too.
[It was such a simple word but it felt wonderful. "Nice" was exactly what she would use to describe such a dear man. She slowly lowers her hands to her sides. They are hidden almost entirely by the sleeves of her kimono. Her eyes are still on him, just as bright and caring as ever.
She had already asked the question to herself but there was no answer. Perhaps now, it would be okay to ask. (Or perhaps not. Perhaps the request was too great.) She did not want to feel ashamed or embarrassed but her face flushed regardless.]
... Will - ... will today be the day?
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Her question has him standing up a bit straighter, and after watching her from where he still stood by the chair he accidentally kicked, he finally closes the gap between them and walks on over.
Kaneki nods, the movement a little jerky as he holds out a hand to her.]
I would...like to spend the day with you, Monaka-chan.