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@nosomatsu // closed starter.
The problem with a lot of teenagers is that they're some of the most merciless people in the universe, experiencing life at one of the worst stages of development imaginable. So Anzu isn't surprised per se when she walks past and hears a trio of them snickering and nudging each other, pointing none too subtly at some guy just, what, trying to enjoy a meal solo? Lots of theories floating between them when Anzu perks her ears to listen (what? a girl can't be curious? a girl can't have an investigative spirit?), none of which are flattering, but the prevalent observation seems to be that this guy has been here for a while and his date's bailed on him. (Oh god yeah, now that she's looking over him, he has that totally blank look to his face that does not bode well in refuting that).
Watching him sit there all alone, amid all the muttering... yeah, this is hitting a little too close to home (or, well, the home of an earlier time in her life at least). So, slinging her jacket (leopard-spotted and needlessly fluffy) over her arm, Anzu abandons her first-choice table and makes a few long, purposeful strides for the seat across from Mr. Jilted-Lover.
"Hi hi!☆ You mind if I sit here?" The question is made seemingly irrelevant in the next second as she's already seated herself across from him and slung her purse over the back of the chair, but oh well. She tips forward and says, in a tone that's custom-inflected to sound conspiratorial in the most audible manner possible: "I was gonna sit by my lonesome, but it was, like, actually pretty loud and annoying over there?☆" She makes an offhanded gesture towards the table of quieting teenagers, turning briefly to flash them a bright smile and a wiggle of her fingers until the first brush of shame hits and they're compelled to look elsewhere. Turning her attention back to the man across from her, she tips her head, dangling earrings jingling faintly as she goes. "You wouldn't resent a poor, soft-hearted gal for wanting some company while she eats, right? Nice guy like you?"
#nosomatsu#ic. (anzu)#rp. (anzu)#anzu laying it on a little thick (her default state of being) fdkshgkldsh
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@nosomatsu // starter.
One thing about Hachi is that if she's asked to go along somewhere, she'll go. It's the agreeable thing to do! So when her idle chatter with her around-the-corner neighbour turns into an invite, she agrees without much thought. And really, Osomatsu seems like a nice enough guy despite how awkward she worries her first impression had been (she'd been kind of hoping one of his parents would answer the door instead when she came to introduce herself--she's better with the older crowd, you put her with a 20something and she feels immediately inadequate and kind of lame, like she's bothering them just by existing in their space--he'd been nicer than expected, though! she feels kind of bad for assuming he'd be rude).
Anyway, about 10 minutes into the walk it occurs to Hachi that she has no idea where they're going, but at this point it feels too awkward to ask (and when she tries to imagine doing so, her mind just supplies her with about 6 separate, equally devastatingly exasperated ways he might respond). No, she definitely missed the window on this one. Luckily, Osomatsu's steps slow to a crawl as they enter a crowded building, and as they queue up for... well, something, Hachi takes the time to look around and strain her ears to listen for clues about what exactly that something is.
Hmm. Scoreboards, tracks, race numbers, betting amounts, whoa, some really weird names--hold on. Pause. Rewind. Replay at half speed. Pause again. Zoom. Enhance. Colour correct. Remove noise. Betting amounts? As in, money?
"Heeh--ah--um...?!" You can pinpoint the exact moment realization strikes her--the leisurely shift of her facial features (politely curious, puzzled, back and forth between amusement and surprise depending on what name she's looking at) cleaves abruptly in two, replaced with an expression of dawning shock and horror beneath it. Lightning strikes, thunder rumbles [only in her head]. She turns to Osomatsu in small, slightly jittery increments, pointing limply to one of the places detailing odds that she can't make heads or tails of. "O-so-mat-su-san, is this horse betting? Like, gambling...?" The last word is spoken with such conspiratorial quietness that it actually loops right back around to being conspicuous somehow. Hachi's head whips around nervously, struck with the sudden fear that she's about to be caught out in a sting operation any second, or maybe star in some impromptu after-school special about underage gambling. The lead role?! But I'm Girl B! "Am I allowed to be here?! No, more importantly--"
More importantlyyy, why is this the activity we're doing?! Osomatsu-saaaan?! Does she seem like a big gambler? She guesses gamblers can be anyone--and actually, it's pretty progressive and open-minded of him to think a terminally dorky teenage girl is some sort of high-roller at the tracks, but c'mon! Or, wait, is it because of that...?
Over the course of her turbulent thoughts she's changed expressions several more times (stricken, thoughtful, admiring, back to stricken, then sudden understanding), head tipping from one side to the other. Finally, she turns back to face Osomatsu (hopefully he didn't say anything important while she was going on that face journey), expression too earnestly serious by half for the situation she is actually in right now.
"A--hh... is it because of my name...?" Eight is meant to denote good fortune, isn't it? That's right, something about the way the kanji for it flares out at the bottom... She holds up a palm, and then ducks her head a little with a nervous laugh (the self-imposed weight of the world on her shoulders). "Um, I don't know if my luck is that strong, though... I think it's about average, you know? ...Sorry to say it at this point."
#disclaimer i have never bet on the ponies so i am just guessing at what this looks like KFHDSKLSGHKLSDHG#ic.#rp.#nosomatsu#verse: osomatsu-san.
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The decidedly unspectacular morning in Smeerensburg hadn't started off that much more differently than most others, although the exceptionally nasty weather did suggest that it was only going to get worse as the day progressed; the sun obscured by a thick, freezing fog, which dragged the already frigid temperatures down even further. Despite this fact, and with little else to do, the postman made his usual rounds as always.
Rounds, which were, as always, entirely unfruitful— at least so far as letters were concerned. Recently, the fair townspeople had begun leaving other things inside their mailboxes, such as rusty knives, assorted pieces of trash, and, even once or twice, the occasional small rodent carcass. Truth be told, Jesper couldn't say whether they were trying to threaten each other or him at this point.
Sadly, without proper postage, the troubling trinkets remained untouched. Sometimes, they were gone the next day, and sometimes, there were more. If nothing else, the experience broke up a bit of the monotony in his routine (while instilling a sense of some unappreciated paranoia on the side).
Around town, there had been talk of a storm. Later that afternoon, it had arrived.
It's still reasonably early, yet the sky is as dark as pitch. Because of this, a lantern on the makeshift desk is placed near the mailman, who's sat behind the post office's workspace. Legs crossed at the ankles and boots propped up against the edge, he gingerly picks at his fingernails with an old, discarded letter opener. Outside, heavy snow works on blanketing the island, and the wind that makes it through the cracks of the dilapidated building bounces the candle's flame around wildly. It's so bad that Jesper briefly considers just calling it a day and turning in when the front door flying open nearly extinguishes the light completely.
Before he realizes it, a yelp is startled out of him— feet hitting the ground while the letter opener is inadvertently and haphazardly tossed somewhere behind him. A moment later, an all-too-familiar form pushes its way inside.
"Heya, sport."
Mogens. Who at least has the good graces enough not to comment on the shriek prefacing this impromptu visit of his. And without giving the postman (now clutching at his own chest) time to respond, he carries right along, shaking the blizzard from his coat as he crosses the threshold. "I hope you don't mind, but I just picked up some, uh, interesting newcomers, and there's no other accommodations for 'em in town."
"Newcomers? What? No, that's not going to happen." Standing up, Jesper gives a quick outward sweep of his hands in a vague, dismissive gesture. "I'm not sure you've noticed; this is a post office, not a hotel. I'm sorry, but I can't just—"
"Great," clearly not listening, Mogens interjects, turning to address the darkness beyond the still-open door. "Come on in, fellas."
@nosomatsu, gets a starter. Signed, sealed, delivered— it's yours
#each life unravels differently; THREAD#letter carrier; INTERACTION#change of address; CROSSOVER VERSE#nosomatsu#( i sincerely hope this works for you but if not let me know and i'll alter it!#the length got away from me as is sometimes the case when i'm scene-setting. but um. )
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@nosomatsu
Streber as usual went to feed the cats on his way home from work. Though recently something has been diffrent, for the past month and a half some guy in a purple hoodie has been showing up there. At first he kinda gave Streber the creeps, especially with how many weird glares he kept giving him. But Streber ignored it and kept on feeding the usual stray cats. However after spending more time with the stranger, he did care about the cats, he just seemed more shy if anything. Even if they never talked to each other, after awhile Streber kinda grew to like the strangers company! Something about seeing him each day made Streber feel at ease, he really couldn't explain it. Maybe it was the comfort of seeing a familiar face each day!
Streber kinda wished he could talk to the stranger, he was curious on what kind of life he lead and what his voice sounded like. Everyone has an interesting story to tell, especially strangers! But the stranger seems so anxious that Streber didn't wanna push anything either. Even if it was silent, Streber still enjoyed his company regardless! Streber came by to feed the cats and there was the stranger as usual. When he saw him Streber gave him as small smile as usual, and handed him a few dried sardines for the cats. As the usual new routine went!
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(@nosomatsu)
➣ (O)h great, this guy again. If he'd said he hadn't taken notice of the dark-haired man kicking around the area lately, trying to bum money or cigarettes off the locals, Scott would be lying through his teeth. Not really an uncommon thing for him, but... well... that's different! Just different. But don't ask him how.
With his weird hair done up and yet always so casual-looking, and his constantly-changing sense of style... the way he always seems to talk different, depending on whatever hue he's garbed in on that afternoon. Sometimes it's yellow, and on that day he's shouting about baseball. Other days it can be green, where he's gawking at pretty women with no subtlety at all.
All around, the situation is simply perplexing.
Today he's wearing red, throwing his arm around whatever girl passes by and trying to flirt with no success. Arguably the most annoying personality he takes on next to the blue one, when he speaks in broken French and tries to play guitar. Scott watches from afar, shrouded halfway by the block corner, as he sizes the guy up. He thinks for a moment, trying to gauge if he can simply approach without getting surprise socked in the nose. Normally, he wouldn't care about the presence of some random tourist, but this is a special case. A mystery plaguing his mind that he can't be rid of without proper answers.
He decides to approach. The guy clearly isn't going anywhere, as he still seems to somehow think he can get anywhere with the girls in the province, weaving around the streets delicately and quickly as to avoid him.
"What's your deal?" The query comes out abruptly as Scott stalks up to the unfamiliar, fists balled up and crammed into the pockets of his thick winter jacket.
"Every time I see you around here, you're acting like a different guy. Super weird, dude, lemme tell you."
#☆ bread makes you fat!? ; in character#☆ somewhere only we know ; main verse#nosomatsu#lemme know if i need to change anything!
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MUSE AESTHETICS: HORROR EDITION.
bold whatever applies | italics what sometimes applies [ both if it's perfect for your muse ] | strikethrough what doesn't apply & tag people. repost; don’t reblog!
CLASSIC.
black and white. powder puffs. red lipstick. winged eyeliner. white kitten heels. black lace lingerie. icy blue eyes. rain. abandoned cars. skeletons. acid. poison. voyeurism. switchblades. strangling. overcoats. looking over your shoulder. trans-atlantic accents. private detectives. dinner parties. haunted mansions. cobwebs. perfect blonde curls. kitchen knives. shock. cellars. dust. ghosts. dark alleys. empty streets. horn-rimmed glasses. radiation. zombies. serial murder. suspicion. the city. witches. the devil. cannibalism. conspiracies. amulets. abject terror. the American South. the American Northeast. England. analog cameras.
CRYPTID & URBAN LEGEND.
aliens. blinding light. dark woods. driving at night. claw marks. bite marks. men in black. memory loss. dismembered bodies. sewers. flashlights. cell phones. video cameras. cars with tinted windows. unlabeled cassette tapes. bugs. big cities. urban crimes. clowns. something rustling outside your window. glowing light. unsolved mysteries. suburbia. mirrors. the american pacific northwest. the american midwest. hiking. backpacking.
GOTHIC.
gaslights. corsets. ballrooms. candlelight. mist. starless nights. full moons. cobbled streets. horse-drawn carriages. mysterious strangers. bogs. moors. forests. mountains. castles. velvet. silver. brass. gold. jewels. domino masks. the opera. dangerous romances. tragic romances. violins. roses. lilies. empty graves. crosses. cemeteries. snow. ice. the gallows. crows. milk-white skin. ambiguous illness. fangs. pointed nails. something howling in the night. capes. gloves. top hats. straight razors. lightning. pipe organs. underground caverns. bats. mice. rats. ravens. cats. pearls. attics. talismans. axes. wood. isolation in a room full of people. vampires. werewolves. ghosts. coffins. western europe. eastern europe. bones. churches. catacombs. mausoleums. books. stitches.
PARANORMAL.
malevolent spirits. seances. spells. missing bodies. hidden graves. white noise. static. flickering lights. rings of salt. demons. poltergeists. dark histories. old buildings. cold air. wells. urban exploration. a dog barking at unseen things. iconoclasm. black ooze. old photographs. dark bodies of water. crucifixes. priests. possession. exorcisms. dolls.
SLASHER.
bloodbaths. massacres. wanton nudity. newspapers. leather jackets. letterman jackets. converse sneakers. obscured faces. social unrest. bonfires. lakes. babysitters. high school. lockers. dead leaves in the fall. jack-o’-lanterns. passing shadows. outdated television sets. nightmares. psychiatrists. hospitals. unstoppable forces. gunfire. police. landline telephones. improvised weapons. halloween. secrets. revelations. cut wires. character masks. scrunchies. wild curls. jeering children. parties. fire. swearing. revulsion. california. the american midwest. ambulances.
THRILLER.
daylight. fluorescent lighting. morgues. unwavering eye contact. tension. lit rooms. empty rooms. killer in plain sight. a dog digging in the newly-planted flower bed. steely gazes. paperwork. anagrams. codes. convicted killers. missing persons. law enforcement. federal agents. small towns. paranoia. subdued terror. dimly-lit parking lots. a noise in the distance.
TAGGED BY : @antisatiric ; THANK YOUUU :)
TAGGING : @5chmidt ; @deityburgie ; @rosemaryfisher ; @paradisecursed ; @indentedheartner ; @wolfvirago ; @narukahmi ; @yosukeh ; @drachliebe ; @the-chronicles-of-nauticus ; @finncomet ; @atemoss ; @nosomatsu ; @laidtowaste
#☆ i have so many ideas for new games to play... ( dash games )#aes.cassidy: of springlocks and arcade cabinets#ive had this sitting in my drafts for like... months#mostly bc i have so many silly muses LOL#fnaf tw#glad i can finally undraft this#its fun...
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Happy 2024 (THE LAST PART!)🥂
Finally this is the last post I promise!
New Folks I'm already Loving:
@irukasenseii @thecopynin-kakashi @sxgarspice @huntiburon @heroesxjourney @xshadowrising @pinkwritings @fstbmp @gunslinginnhogtyin @toyfulbox @pure-patissiere @profeciie @archivisim @foretoldwings @orangeshinigami @luposcainus @pareidolah @melodyhaunt @midnightactual @ebonyedge @bctterflykissed @secr3trings @ningyoxjoruri @demonsjackpot @fabulousflynn @nosomatsu @pastelfates @ironleonine @pocket-sized-lawyer @infloresco @0fbakerstreet @utallige @videcoeur @hecatombi
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☆༉‧₊˚. ∬ ⭐ ∬ 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆. An indie canon divergent portrayal of Joseph Joestar from JJBA: BT. loved by Cobra / AJ ( he / xe / him // 24 yrs old ). 18+ only; minors & proshippers will be blocked. Personals may follow, but do not reblog ANY posts unless it's tagged #ok to rb or i'll block you too.
☆༉‧₊˚. ∬ ⭐ ∬ 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆 features a rewritten interpretation of the titular character, thus i ask that if you know the canon of pt 2 to please not expect everything is 100 percent the same for my joseph. It's okay if you don't know the source material as well; I will just tell you everything you need to know in joseph's profile, or you can ask me to infodump.
☆༉‧₊˚. ∬ ⭐ ∬ 𝐌𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐒: Please reblog my promo if you like this blog and wanna show support! No pressure to, of course, but I would be grateful if you decided you'd like to! :3
☆༉‧₊˚. ∬ ⭐ ∬ 𝐌𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐄 / 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 & 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐓
☆༉‧₊˚. ∬ ⭐ ∬ 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 // 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄
if i'm not on here, find me on @hecatombi // @trainedhard // @nosomatsu
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𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝: An indie cross-media ( animanga + hints of webcomic ) portrayal of saitama ( & a few other side characters, but primarily saitama ) from ONE PUNCH MAN, trained by AJ / Aiden ( he / him + 23 ). 18+ only; minors will be blocked.
note: this blog will likely be low activity, please bear with me. I may tend to be more active on my other blogs. If you wanna write with other muses of mine or just generally follow me, here's my blog roll!
@hecatombi // @nosomatsu // @cobraghost // @lenchi
𝐍𝐎𝐍 𝐑𝐏 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒 / 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖, 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐑𝐁 𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐑 𝐈 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔!
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@nosomatsu // closed starter.
That shithead Dojima, getting 'stomach issues' 15 minutes into packing away sound equipment post-show (really, how convenient of him to get the runs right after all the 'fun' parts of running sound for the idol show were over and done with, all after talking about having a date tonight). Now she's stuck hauling all these speakers and untangling the mess he left the cables in solo until the new part-timer gets here to fill in. It's already been 30 minutes since they told me he was en-route, what's the hold up?!
That question is about to be answered, though (or--well, she thinks it is). As her fingers drum against the speaker in her arms and the heel of her clunky platform boot taps an impatient beat in time to the music in her headphones, Ran turns towards the entryway, and--
"Jeeeee-sus fuck--" Her hands twitch around the speaker, rhythm completely disrupted in her surprise at the figure just--standing in that doorway. Forcing her shoulders down, she sets the speaker on the floor, pops a headphone out of one ear, and levels the guy with a squint that borders on accusation. "...Oi, oi," her voice pitches lower, maybe to cover her embarrassment at the upwards tick her pitch had initially taken in the shock of the moment. "You--make a fucking noise, seriously! Lingering in that door like some Victorian-era ghost boy, or something... what the hell..."
Ran side eyes the clock overhead, then levels him with a flat stare. She's never seen this guy in her life, she's pretty sure. New guy indeed. "...You're late." Pushing a hand through her bangs, she lets them fall back into place with a flick of her wrist and a click of her tongue. "Ahh, whatever, whatever, I don't wanna hear it... you're here now (unlike that fucking Dojima)..." She jerks her thumb towards the pile of jacks and cables the aforementioned coworker had disconnected and then left in one ugly mass in his hasty retreat. "You can de-tangle and wrap cables at least, right? Did they train you?"
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AUGHHHHHH TYSM....... 🥺💞💖💗💞💞💞 the feeling is very much mutual
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( submitted to streber by karamatsu badly pretending to be ichimatsu. bro thinks he is an EPIC matchmaker )
DATING APPLICATION IS A GO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Name: ICHIMATSU MATSUNO
Age(21+ only!!): 24
Why do you want to date me?: YOU LIKE CATS, I LIKE CATS..... AND WE'RE BOTH GOTH. AND YOU MAKE ME REALLY HAPPY. NYA
How well do we know each other?: WELL ENOUGH THAT I SHARE MY SACRED SARDINES WITH YOU.
Describe your ideal date: PETTING CATS IN A TRASHY ALLEY
List five of your best qualities: BEST QUALITIES? I HAVE NONE.
Whats one thing you're working on?: MY HYGIENE.
How do you feel about furbies?: THEY TERRIFY ME. BUT I THINK IM INTO THAT.
Anything you else you want to say?: I AM MADLY IN LOVE WITH YOU. NYA
"You're hired!! You'll get payed in ten kisses a day!!" -is completely oblivious Karamatsu filled out the form, but the blue glitter pin should have been a dead giveaway-
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@nosomatsu @synthetixflora Y'all wanted more details about these ships so here you go:
I'll start with the easiest one: Amita x Goku (Amiku? Goita?).
Like I've mentioned before, non Gochi ships with Goku will only be done in an AU where Chi Chi died and couldn't be revived, so he's a widower. Amita would still meet Goku the same way she did (via buying his farm's produce from him) in the default verse, and would continue to interact with him. Eventually, I can see Goku opening up about his family and aspects of his personal life to her more and more, and she returning the notion (albeit at a slower pace) because he's just inviting like that.
Goku's carefree but very caring at the same time, which imo would mix well with Amita's reserved nature as he would be patient and understanding with how prickly she can get - especially on bad days. He wouldn't shy away from giving her affection & quality time, which she craves because love-starved n' all that.
Amita in turn would become devoted to him and, thanks to her heightened sense of perception, could pick up on what emotions Goku might try to hide and touch upon them for his sake. Additionally, Amita doesn't fall in line with typical societal norms when it comes to expectations in a relationship, so she would *very rarely* feel self-conscious over Goku having a late wife & still caring about her immensely. Whether she's "second place" or not is unimportant, as she's more concerned if Goku's just treating her right (and he would).
Overall, I honestly think they would develop a pretty solid bond. Goku's strongest love language is sparring or sharing physical activities, and since Amita's a decently experienced martial artist, they have that as a bridge to forming strong chemistry. Goku would definitely help her become a better fighter.
Lastly, while Amita would technically become Gohan and Goten's stepmom (Idk if Goku and Amita would end up marrying ngl), depending on timeline placements that's not going to influence much. Things would be cordial either way, as of course Amita isn't going to treat his kids bad and they're respectful boys so they wouldn't be rude to her or anything.
...Now. Amita x Vegeta (Amigeta? Vegmita?? Vegita). This is a very tricky one.
The biggest hurdle with them is figuring out how tf they would even start talking to each other. Because, Amita isn't a social person and Vegeta surely isn't. One of them would have to take the first step somehow, but unless there's a VERY good reason to cause it...neither of them would lol. The most plausible cause I can think of atm is Amita wanting to spar with Vegeta in particular. Maybe from Goku's recommendation?? Eh. Would Vegeta ever spar with Amita? Well, she isn't weak, but she wouldn't exactly give him that much of a challenge either. So.....who can say.
Let's say he decides to humor her and they steadily become sparring partners. Overtime, in periods of rest, I can see Amita trying to poke at him a bit in learning more about him since she barely knows anything at all. She'll be met with that standard Vegetaness™, but thanks to she at least proving she isn't a worthless sparring partner, maybe he'd eventually let some info about his past slip. Maybe the fact that Amita isn't a part of the Z-Fighters and thus doesn't already have any preconceptions about him, would soften the edges. She also wouldn't really care about his history or his race's history of planetary conquest, so she wouldn't stand on some stupid "holier than thou" pedestal.
Basically, she'd be non-judgmental with him, and would respect his boundaries. I don't think it's unreasonable to assume Vegeta would in turn start warming up to her a bit. Mainly in the sense of he not being AS hostile to her as he is with others. Furthermore, Amita would get stronger as she trained with him, and she would be genuinely thankful for it and his company. He'd brush her off of course, but she being openly sincere in actually having enjoyed their sparring and his influence? ...Hm. Maybe that would warm up the cold shoulders.
If he asked about it, Amita would open up about her past, her heritage, and how her clan handle the concept of fighting and ki control. Idk, maybe he'd find some aspects of it interesting. But them learning about each other and not being total strangers anymore would for sure have a hand in them building up chemistry. Their relationship's origin would be the SLOWEST of burns, without a doubt. Would take waaaay longer to form, compared to Amita x Goku.
Whenever it gets going? It's not much different from how their...friendship manifested. Just throw in Amita testing the waters to see if she can get more physically affectionate with Vegeta (like sitting closer to him, asking if she could hold his hand, etc etc). She would be the one who initiates most of the time. But I imagine there would be some moments where HE'S the one to sit close to her. Perhaps have his tail brush against her. Or even, wrap his tail around some part of her body. That would tickle her pink, and though she'd try to not be obnoxious about it, Vegeta would still notice how her face would light up or the smiles she'd wear because of it. Maybe that would encourage him to be a touch more affectionate, in his own ways.
Would they ever start living together? Amita would at least open her door up to him, if he ever wanted to live with her. I guess it would depend on Vegeta's own living situation. (If he has his own capsule house? He'd probably just stay there or move it closer to Amita's house. If he was stuck at Capsule Corp? Higher chance of him taking Amita up on that offer, because her presence is more tolerable than Bulma's. Yes I subscribe to the belief that Vegeta should've never married Bulma in canon because their relationship has ZERO on-screen chemistry.)
Would their relationship look like a typical one on the surface? No. You could say they would have a more strong q-platonic coded thing going on, which is fine and dandy. They would know what they meant to each other, and that's what matters.
EDIT: Uhh sure Amita would become like Trunks' stepmom but he wouldn't call her one and she wouldn't think of herself as one so. There's nothing of note there.
#ooc.#saved.#/ shoutout to y'all & anyone else that reads all of this lol \#/ was fun to think abt & write tho! \
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3 - 5 THINGS YOUR MUSE CAN EASILY BE IDENTIFIED BY
COLORS
maize yellow
jasper red
pumpkin orange
SCENTS
freshly-brewed coffee
decently pricey cologne (it belongs to Wallace)
dollarama shampoo
FASHION
old graphic t-shirts
baggy blue jeans
slightly oversized winter jackets
silly bandz of all colors
old hand-me-down sneakers
OBJECTS
red bass
old flip phone with dozens of keychains
sonic the hedgehog themed wallet
BODY LANGUAGE
typically fidgety
always has his hands clenched into fists when idle
tugs on clothes
constantly somewhat slumped forward
holding onto friends' bicep if near
AESTHETICS
neon bar signs
unstyled rollerskates
crt monitors running all night
tagged by: @mariotime
tagging: idk who's left... @gayroomate @nosomatsu (for whichever brother you want), and whoever else wants to do it
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@nosomatsu // closed starter.
The sequence of events goes like this: Yuzu finds a busted up stray lure on the side of the road and takes it as a sign to go fishing. She arrives at the fishing area, rents a rod, ties the lure on, and proceeds to settle not in the one of many empty spots with space on either side, but directly beside one of the only other people there, some guy in a leather jacket and a shirt whose character she can't discern from this angle. No time to look closer at that right now, though. Fishing time. Rising from her seat, she does a few cursory swings back and forth with her rod like it's some sort of longsword, then whips it back and releases the line. It sails through the air, it hooks something--
Well, it's worth noting that the line has sailed backwards rather than forwards, and that the 'something' in question she hooks is a hefty tree branch about a dozen feet behind her. She pulls, pulls, pulls--and with it the branch whips back, back, back before finally it springs free, the lure twinkling overhead as its released from the pine in tandem with the distinct sound of wind whipping, then a weighty thwack of a pine branch connecting with an ill-fated group of passing bicyclists, whose leader is knocked cleanly off his bike, taking the rest down with him like dominoes.
"...Hm?" By the time Yuzu turns around to the source of the clamour, their spot in a heap on the pavement is obscured by the nearby shrubbery. "...Guess it was nothing." Turning back towards the pond, she reels in the now-limp line sprawled across the pavement. This time, she passes the fishing rod from hand to hand, plants one foot forward into a half-lunge, rears back, and throws out the line again. It sails through the air, it hooks something--
Well, it's worth noting that the line has sailed forwards this time at least, though it far surpasses the nearby pond, and the 'something' it hooks is hair this time--more specifically, the toupee of a nearby businessman who ducks into a taxi just as the voluminous rug is yanked off his head, and closes the door mere moments before he realizes what's happened. By then, it's too late. Yuzu reels in her catch with a powerful yank and catches the clump of hair in one hand like a prize bass. Briefly, she locks eyes with the newly-bald man with his face pressed to the glass of the window, but in a flash he's gone as the taxi driver speeds off.
"...Hm." Yuzu's head turns to watch the cab go until it's a blip on the horizon, an unreadable expression on her face. She looks at the wig. She looks to the neighbouring fisherman. She looks back to the wig, then slowly crouches down. Let's just not think about this for now... "Ahh... endangered species. Catch and release, catch and release..." With that, she lets it drift quietly into the water, watching it float further downstream until it, too, disappears from view.
Yuzu stands back up, rubbing at the back of her neck with a blank, thoughtful expression. In a low voice, she murmurs: "Comedy rule of threes... So, let's try one more time..." Holding the fishing rod overhead and rearing back, she winds up like a star pitcher about to make a throw. A concerned third party has but a moment, maybe two to intercept this before it spells certain disaster again.
#nosomatsu#ic. (yuzu)#rp. (yuzu)#haven't caught up to ososan yet so i hope this isn't too similar to another fishing skit dkshfldsh
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