Do I really need a reason~?

Wearin' our vintage ๓เรєгץ No, I think it { looked } a little вєттєя on me

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((School's basically done, so...))

((I can exist here again.))

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((You there!!))

((We should roleplay together!!))

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From Sandals and Socks to Fashionista || Gyaruno

[gyaruno]

          {♞} …Yeah. She wasn’t making sense. Brains? Precious neuro? His shirt may have said ‘I ♥ Brains' but it was purely for what Ryouko called the irony. Considering how he hated brains, it definitely succeeded on that point.

          Then again, what did Ryouko- a neurologist- know about fashion? About as much as Matsuda did, which was zero, zip, nada.

          …Actually, speaking of the redheaded nightmare…

          Matsuda did a little squinting of his own at the blonde before him. Half of it was just to mimic her obnoxious personality, and the other half was actually getting a good look at her face behind the makeup. Same bangs sweeping off and framing her face, same giddy voice just trying to get under his skin, wait a second…

          “Ryouko, what the hell are you doing? Is picking at brains not enough for you anymore?”

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All that met the boy's aggressive question was poised lips and innocent blinking. Ryouko? Oh-- Ryouko... Why was he referring to her other alias? That plan hadn't even gone into action yet! And her hair wasn't dyed red yet, either... Was he just being ignorant? Same old Matsuda... Wouldn't put it past him.

"I may pick at brains mentally, but you're the one who actually plays with them! And who's Ryouko, hm? Your girlfriend?"

Her confident personality switched dramatically in a matter of seconds, the blonde's smile contorting into a faux pout. Manicured fingers ran through and tugged lightly at a couple of her locks.

"I can't believe you forgot about me... The thought is so... Misery-inducing..."

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((You there!!))

((We should roleplay together!!))

[takuya96]

♛♛♛ by hakusai

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((You there!!))

((We should roleplay together!!))

[mirio-kun]

♚ ♔ ♚ THE QUEEN of D E S P A I R!

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From Sandals and Socks to Fashionista || Gyaruno

[gyaruno]

          {♞} Going home was his plan. And what a mighty fine plan it was. …Up until this blonde was right in front of him and blocking his path. Ughhh. Not this shit.  Not now…!

          Matsuda didn’t know her, he barely bothered to look at his own magazines except when hiding them from Ryouko. It wasn’t odd that she knew or recognized him, though. In this business it felt like everyone knew everyone. 

          But that did not give her any authority to start touching him. Eugh. Gross. 

          “Excuse you,” Matsuda huffed, swatting her hands off and tugging his collar back to shape. “And just who are you to decide that? Last I checked I wasn’t looking for some idiot’s approval." …Mm, still. Idiot girl or not. She looked kind of familiar. But then again, all these gyaru’s looked the same. Big eyes, big hair, big ego.  ”Seriously. Bug off.”

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Her smirk didn't dare waver as he swatted her hand away, an eyebrow quirking as her hand returned back to her side. Same old Matsuda after all, only a change of attire. For better, or for worse? She guessed she'd find out later. It's not as though clothes could brainwash him into a different mindset.

"Touchy, touchy! The sudden change of attire hasn't messed with your brain! And here I thought our precious neuro had made a false move and fucked up himself..."

Feisty words, Matsuda.

Her hands fell on her hips, Junko leaning forward just a bit in innocence. Her eyes seemed to scan his facial expression once more, squinting a little as though that would help her focus.

"Oh dear... Maybe he has if he can't remember my name..."

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Matching Opposites || Laudestellam

[laudestellam-deactivated2014061]

[[The Idol happily followed the gyaru around the mall, a slight spring in her step as she walked and her arms swung backwards and forwards with every step she took. It was nice that Junko had asked her to go shopping with her, and she felt as if they could become good friends over their mutual love for clothes and fashion. She listened to the other’s words, taking in every word. She was the fashionista here after all, right? But blue and orange? The idol gave a slightly confused look, but continued to smile, giving a slight nod, going along with her decision. ]]

[♫] →"You think so? I mean, I’ve never really tried anything orange before. But you’re the expert here, I guess! So let’s find an outfit!"                                                

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She could just hear the spring and light-hearted steps the idol took, the complete opposite to her own. Her's were laced with accuracy and purpose, Maizono-san's were dainty and free. Innocent.

... Disgusting.

"You think so? I mean, I’ve never really tried anything orange before. But you’re the expert here, I guess! So let’s find an outfit!"

Was she questioning a gyaru's choices? More specifically, Enoshima Junko's tastes? Pfft! This little pop sensation obviously didn't know as much as Junko first anticipated...

"Psh! Of course I think so! I mean, look at the colour wheel! Blue and orange are direct opposites, and opposites definitely attract, don't 'cha think~?"

A casual grin, Junko flicked through the racks and shelves of clothes with an occasional 'too bright' and 'too gaudy', before finally settling on a lighter orange dress, closer to peach-orange. She held it in front of Maizono for just a moment, before hanging it on her arm like a waiter would a tea towel.

"But what would do even better than orange would be... White, maybe an accent of yellow...? Y'know, those colours would really bring out your eyes!"

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((I'm trying to write laudestellam's reply but it keeps delaying the words I'm writing or killing the page ugh.))

((Sorry it's a little late!))

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From Sandals and Socks to Fashionista || Gyaruno

[gyaruno]

          {♞} Without a doubt, this was Hell. And Hell was raining down horribly on Matsuda right now.

          The random photographers and paparazzi weren’t too grotesque. After awhile he figured out how to deal with them. So long as they got what they wanted they left. The magazine shots were tolerable to a degree. Sometimes Ryouko showed up to watch, and that made matters worse since she gawked at every pose and movement of his. Thank goodness she wasn’t here now.

          ‘Here' being another runway shoot, a joint collaboration between two gyaru and gyaruo magazines. However everything had been drawing to a close and the 'best for last' model was finish up. Finally. Matsuda wanted nothing more than leave and go the fuck to sleep.

          “Can’t believe people buy this crap…" Matsuda grumbled to himself, completely unaware of the blonde staring his way. Why wouldn’t he be, when the world was already staring at him? 

          He had gotten used to it, and that was truly horrifying.

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She took her time to analyse the taller male, using his lack of acknowledgement towards her to check him out. When did he ever wear designer labels and brush his hair? She could see from here that he at least sounded normal... His grumpy expression the most prominent feature, contrasting with his new style.

Her heels clicked against the flooring below with accuracy, the female slipping in front of him with little trouble. A smirk played on her lips as she took in his expression up close, opening her poised lips to finally speak.

"What, what, what, is this? Matsuda-kun finally has taste? I'll admit it's a bit bland and common, but it's definitely an improvement~!"

She teased, manicured nails reaching over and fixing his collar. Or really, just tugging at it for something to do. This had to be a dream, she was sure he'd at least have an untucked shirt in public!

[saikorashii]

Artist

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From Sandals and Socks to Fashionista || Gyaruno

Model runways were always time consuming, and utterly boring to the gyaru. It was the same thing over and over again. Catwalk it down the runway, show off the designer labels, have pictures taken at every angle yet still look flawless, and leave. The photographers didn't really care about the other models when they had 'Enoshima Junko-chan' there with her eccentric tastes and with her being the embodiment of perfection.

But what captured the blonde's eye after she had repeated the infinite action of modelling was a familiar bob of black hair. Upon realisation who it was, she couldn't help the shocked expression that lit up her previously apathetic features.

No. Way.

"No... That couldn't be~! Matsuda-kun? Without the sloppy, un-tucked shirt and sandals? No, no, no... I must be dreaming~!"

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Matching Opposites || Laudestellam

It wasn't uncommon for gyarus and idols to hang out together, even if the industries they were a part of was completely different to each other. The main reason Junko had invited Maizono out to the mall was so she could help the other pick out a new outfit for an upcoming photoshoot. Well, her real reason was to gain information about the other female for future reference, but that was irrelevant.

"I know that pink is totally your colour, but you should try some other colour schemes! For example, on the colour wheel, blue totally goes with orange! As long as you pick the right orange..."

The model herself was known for her eccentric tastes, but she was sure Maizono would listen to her. After all, she wasn't the Super High School Level Gyaru for nothing! All she had to do was advise her on the outfit and perhaps help her with her hair and make-up before the shoot. She may have been a model, but she wouldn't be so well-known if she didn't do her own stuff.

No one would really understand the girl's choices anyway.

[tsukiyma]

Oh, I’m the evil mastermind.

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((I started this blog and unintentionally ran away for a while there.))

((Oops.))

((Anywho, like this and I'll write you a para to multi-para starter. Message me or reply to this if you have a specific verse you want to try or any plot ideas.))

[deathly-crimson]

— { ☠ } “Such an attitude isn’t suited to that pretty face of yours, darling.”

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"Flattery already? I can't say I'm too surprised... I do admire your fashion sense, however. It's different. But who are you?"