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♪ Greetings! I am rosalie! currently affiliated with dungeonsanddragontypes.

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phantomchampion:

In response to Rosa’s question, Red nodded silently, not knowing any other way to respond. He supposed he could have told her his real name— his normal name— but what would be the point in that? It wasn’t as if anyone knew it anymore. Hell, he would have probably forgotten it himself if it wasn’t his own name. 

The ravenet blinked once or twice at the gesture that was almost a shushing one, but didn’t actually seem to be. Why was she…? Well, she seemed like the type to voice it if something irked her, so he was going to quietly assume he was alright for now. After a thoughtful pause, he removed the cape that rested on his shoulders and held it out to her- gingerly, as if unsure if that was an acceptable thing to do. 

It wasn’t that odd to see someone wearing a cloak in Fuchsia of all places, and it more than likely would cover more of her than it did him. She could wear it to hide her wet clothes if she felt embarrassed, though his current residence wasn’t too far away, so it was unlikely they’d run into anyone else, but… Well, he was never sure how a lady’s- or any proper member of society, really- mind worked. 

" ‘M staying nearby," he murmured quietly. "Extra clothes there. You can dry those-" he nodded at her own soaked garb "-if you want." Truth be told, the extra clothes were his own (he wouldn’t dare lend anyone else’s to a stranger), but while he was skeptical that they’d even fit the girl, they were admittedly better than nothing. 

“That’d be great--!! At least till this all dries up.” Rosa said with the clear on gesture as to what she really did need to be dry before heading on off. Showing up to the little town center like this would not be appropriate. Especially for a lady of her class.

Though, if she was borrowing clothes… There was a high chance that it was for males… She’d have to make sure to stay out of the sights of others, not needing to get caught for being ‘rebellious’ by trying on something else. It was rarely seen of ladies to dress in men garment.. She didn’t need to be the talk of town in a foreign land.

“Lead the way, sir.” Rosa nodded with her hands moving to adjust herself, adjust the clothing to prevent it from clinging on to her as much as it had been.

Along the little commute, the little silence was not so much her taste. Trying to think of something… Only thing that did seem to work was some small talk. “Sir Red… What sort of entertainment is there around here?”

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I'm sorry for my tardiness! We're having a sort of FN@F event over at my group and it's so addicting to watch my muses die over how scared they are -- Side note, anyone wants a thread with Rosa?

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phantomchampion:

Though he was usually a rather observant man, this time, Red had somehow failed to realize the presence of the young girl and her pokemon until it was too late. They were all now thoroughly soaked, and though the crimson-eyed man’s mouth had only twitched slightly downwards, the guilt he felt was immense; there was no fast or convenient way to dry clothes, especially if you were a traveler (and he suspected that she was, though he couldn’t be for sure). Even if she told him that it wasn’t his fault, he still felt he was duty-bound, if only by morals, to help her. 

"…Even so," he murmured quietly, eyes fixated on the now not-so-dry stranger in front of him. She had rather strange hair in his opinion, though that was as far as that opinion went- though he was admittedly impressed at how long it was. He could hardly take having shoulder-length hair, and it was rare for it to ever reach that length, for he usually cut it long before then. Her eyes were bright, clear blue, and for a fleeting moment, he was reminded of his friend of the same name. With her face now memorized, the ravenet bowed low, quietly hoping that the sincerity of his apology could somehow reach her.

"Even so," Red continued softly, slowly, "I beg of you…  Please let me make this up to you." How could he simply let her be? It was his fault for not preventing his pokemon from being troublesome, and he could hardly stand the thought of leaving her with soaked clothing. …Though he wasn’t sure what he could do to help her, either; he supposed he’d just have to leave it up to her. 

The phantom-esque trainer retained his bow for a few seconds, then straightened back up. If he was going to insist on helping this stranger, he may as well introduce himself. However, for someone like him, who hadn’t needed to introduce himself in quite a long time, it was easier said than done. “My name,” he said, pausing briefly as he considered bowing once again (then dismissed the thought, slightly regretful about having done so already), “Is Red.” 

"Red y'say?" Much like the color? Made sense. His eyes did resemble much of the shade to represent it and all. It was an uncommon feature she must admit, only once had she really seen it on someone else, and that was her long-time rival and neighbor. “I think it suits ya.” Rosa answered with a finger pressing on her lips as if she was going to be making the ‘shh’ gesture.

“We’re fine. Don’t worry.” The brunette answered, her hands gripping to the edge of her clothing and trying to strain it as dry as she could. Dress... She clearly picked one of the better outfits to go out on her stroll.

"Psshh... Don't worry your head over the small details." Rosa was quick to give the male a wave of reassurance and an attempt to show that the soaking mess that she was not as bad. It would dry out.... soon enough. Maybe they were more stuck in a jam than she had originally thought.

"I don't suppose you have a place nearby where we can set these to dry?" Though, chances of that being probably were slim.. He was most likely a traveler like herself, coming from far to trade and visit in the busy city.

"If not provable, we can most certainly look for a tavern nearby." Bad thing for herself was that she wasn't so familiar with the area.

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Most people, myself included, become extremely discourage in rping in a group where the moderators themselves become inactive because it really does seem like they're either half-assing it or just.. bluntly given up on it. I poke in every so often and see it just be slow all together and just roll back out. Normally seeing the mods do their part helping the dash moves usually gets me and others moving but when that doesn't really happen it just becomes kind of like, what's the point in just going on if they're not even trying.

Events usually help in getting members to mingle. Probably a bit more flexible with the activity rule since sometimes people get lazy with doing long posts and would rather do short ones. I had to cut that part out of my group's activity rule and it has helped in moving the dashboard, which is usually what people who are considering in joining groups tend to look for as well. Others are just startled at the sight of 'long paras', especially in the Pokemon community. At least that is what I have picked up in my couple of years in RPing in this community.

Another good thing that helps is getting the muns to get to know each other! Break the ice between them and get them to talk more out of characters. That usually makes it easier to come up with plots and possibly anything else that will also help in getting things moving on the dashboard. For example, in my group we also have our 'family game nights' which would include games like EpicMafia and Cards Against Humanity, or even the little 'crack'-like RPs on Chatzy. These are good in helping with loosening up the nervousness between the new members and the older ones, getting to feel like we're one big happy family.

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phantomchampion:

The sun shone bright in the sky, bringing a harsh light that would have been uncomfortable were it not for the clouds that hung overhead. While Kanto was generally a region with little distinction between the seasons, Summer still somehow managed to be a pain at times. Besides, Red was far from used to being in the heat and had long since forgotten how to deal with it. Perhaps the only thing that made the Summer heat better was the fact that he was in the middle of visiting Fuchsia. Truth be told, though, the only place that interested him at the moment was the waterside. 

Eventually, the ravenet found himself sitting on a rock, boots left in the sand, pants legs rolled up, and feet dangling in the water. A small distance away from him, Ras was playing in the water, Pika sitting on his head and cheering contently. Char, who couldn’t quite afford to enjoy the water, lay dozing in the sunlight nearby. It was so incredibly ordinary that Red found it relaxing, the corners of his mouth quirking upwards just a bit. 

Despite the roughhousing that was going on between his two pokemon, Red wasn’t in the slightest bit worried. After all, Fuchsia wasn’t that popular, and this place didn’t quite count as a beach; it was almost always deserted, even on days hotter than this. He didn’t know the reason for it, but it was almost always true, so there was no reason to worr-

Before he could even finish that though, the sounds of a startled gasp and an unmistakable splash greeted his ears. Taken aback by what could only mean unexpected company, Red turned around, blinking at the now soaked stranger. He certainly hadn’t expected this.

"I…" He mumbled softly, barely audible. "…My apologies."

Rosa had been given a great invitation to visit a more far off land, and as always, her curiosity got the best of her. Having had packed some of her essentials, she was on the next boat off of the region and on her journey to a new experience. Compared to home, the new land was more settled and still in tune with nature, much like in the smaller parts and towns. Even so, they had the same things for the most parts. The bigger city and their quite stocked bazaars. Though, as much as she enjoyed the crowd, she had heard about the seaside being quite a place to visit.

Her larger Pokemon was such a babe in compared to the smaller one when it came to running along and taking it all in. – then again, that could have easily been explained by the type advantage the shoreline had compared to him.

Rosa had noticed that there was company but didn’t take it as much as a big deal. They were minding their own business after all. Though, that all changed when she stopped paying attention to her surroundings and ended up falling into the great fun that is known as the big blue. It was there and barely audible… an apology from the other? Taking a look on up, she was able to make up his features.

Tall, quiet, dark and mysterious. Now these were the type of men that you would hear some stories about back home, but right here and right now, she was face to face with one. “Not your fault.” Rosa answered after staring for a bit and her hand waving around. “Wasn’t paying attention to where I was running to.”

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come hither

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hoodedtraveler:

"Harhar, it does not particularly." A tone of humor as he continued on with the mention of compliments. He was not the type to swoon over girls and their curtsy displays. His mind was always too focused on more important matters, anyway.

Munching down on the roll, her attempt to make it seem as though he was trying to get the baked good for free had brows raising up. Allowing his shoulders to roll back in place, he just continued to munch on it and put a pile of a few other honey rolls together. “Yes, yes, I know about buying things.”

"Ah, the usual as is m’lady. Gathering my meal for the day, before I’m off." Nodding his head and pulling out his coin purse. Slapping down about five gold coins, and then tossing the rest of the honey rolls he had picked out into his bag. "Although, the bread you have to offer is a treat indeed."

Rosa had thought it was plenty of good fun with having a teasing conversation from the somewhat acquaintance. Taking the coins offered on over in her direction, she kept her loving display as tidy as she could keep herself. After all, daddy did tell her that their own confidence was a builder when it came to when it came to their customers.

“’m glad you enjoy them.” Rosa hummed with a small little pat on her own cheeks to show that she was really happy to get quite a compliment from him.

“So tell me sir Blair. Any great adventure stories to share this time?”

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evertsuru:

     It was not unheard of that fellow Pokemon helped out with shops or jobs. Once the friendship between human and Pokemon was made, it was something truly special. Even he worked with his Pokemon friend, Roselia, so it was no surprise when he saw the Azumarill working. Of course, there was still no method to communicate with Pokemon, which left him at a lost. Altaria attempted to help him, but both Pokemon were confusing.

     The Azumarill seemed to offering a sample, but he was not entirely sure if it was fine. Looking at Altaria, he waited until he was given a cry. Once he did, he gratefully took the sample and took a bite. As the rumors had said, the bread was indeed delicious. Wally had made the correct choice to come to Unova, even if it reminded him of unpleasant things.

     His gaze turned to the owner, who had answered his question. "Ye." He said in response. Remembering he had a gift for her, Wally offered the flowers which he had brought. The flowers were yellow alstroemerias that had been nicely arranged and tied together with a white string.

          "For thee." 

Having had barely come back in time to see the mess between the two and their attempt to communicate was… amusing in a sense. The more frequent visitors more or less already knew the routine so this wasn’t so much of a surprise. Heading behind the counter-like space, Rosa was quick to wash her hands and settle into her store floor to help on out. Of course, she was given a small surprised by the visiting male.

“Why thank you.” When was the last time you had seen a stranger offer flowers her flowers. Though, there was the small intention of poking some fun at the male for giving her such a rare little treat.

“This wouldn’t be an invitation for an evening stroll, now would it?” She may have been saying this but she surely didn’t mind it so much. Showing off her newly appointed home was just as fun.

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I'm sorry for my absence! I will be doing my replies in the morning. ;;

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hoodedtraveler:

Stopping by and paying visits to local shoppes was a custom most everyone in the town center tended to partake in — that is unless you were a shop-keep. Either way, Hood tended to pick his favorite places to stop by and get himself a few little items for throughout the day. Some fruit, veggies, little things to snack on and toss in his rucksack.

Apart of his route of gathering per usual food items to munch on, was a little bread shoppe tended to by a buntailed brunette. How she tended to get her hair done in such a fashion was always impressive to him, his own just being the type he tended to trim after it got too long with his sword. The hair was besides the point he was here though, and the sound of one of his many alias caught his attention.

Raising a glance up from the bread towards the petite brunette, he gave a distinct nod and wandered a few steps more her way. “Ah, ye’ should know by now, compliments aren’t going to make me buy your bread.” He chuckled, reaching for a honey roll and taking a bite out of it. 

Hearing him comment about her compliment, she couldn’t help but give a hum at it. “Y’say this yet, it seems to always work.” Of course it was more than just her few of compliments, but it was fun regardless to say to the familiar face. A brow arched up as he picked up a honey roll.

“You bite it, you buy it.” Rosa hummed with a rather proud look on her face, as well as offering her another one of her favorite, more freshly made loaf of bread. Though, as she was offering that, attention kind of glanced on over to the biscuits and there she was, unsure of what to really recommend. Of course there were other choices that she could go along with in showing off, but for the time being it would just end up waiting to see what he would prefer.

“Beside the point. What brings y’over to Nimbasa?”

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brokenwingedking:

A light blush of embarrassment caressed his features as she giggled, and though he was certain at that point all foliage was out of his hair, his hand stayed on his nape, actually rubbing it out of embarrassment this time. “Though I’m sure you were witted enough to not camp out exposed and in a bush…” he kidded at his own expense. Ah well, he was fairly laughable, so why not encourage it.

In truth, he would have picked a better spot, if he felt he could last long enough to find one. He’d just trekked for 24 hours straight, occasionally carrying the weight of his companion. Poor vixen, he never did like long travels.

His stomach picked up on her offer before his mind did, grumbling a response before his mouth had a chance to form any words. Though it was polite to recline, considering the circumstance, she might take offense (seeing how eager she was to share), not to mention he very much liked the idea of food. So he took it, mumbling his “Yes, please”s and “thank you”.

Of course, he couldn’t help but break the item in half to share with his Pokémon (it was only fair after all, and the puppy look the Zoura shot him made him feel more guilty than hungry). As he tried it, he had to contain himself as to savor it, exclaiming after the first bite, “This is the most delicious thing I’ve ever eaten. Pray, tell me, where is your shop? I may have to stock up.” His Zoura seemed to agree, chowing down on his portion with the speed of a Zebstrika.

“Learned over time how to do it best.” How to avoid the mess and some and keep as safe as she could be, which, got easier once she got her Pokemon helping her out. Warmth and security from her team and she returned the favor to them when she got the chance to.

Still giggling over the fact that he seemed to have gotten rather flustered over the sound of his guts gave away the fact that he was hungry. Nothing to it. Best let him enjoy the offer. Which, judging by the look on his face and the detail that he even shared it, it was good to him. It made her rather giddy to know that she could at least make someone’s moment.

“A little shop in Nimbasa.” She answered with a bright grin as pleased as she was to hear that he would most likely end up needing to stock up. It gave her more of a confidence as she began know that her own baking had been improving over the time that she had been traveling and away from her family. “I’m glad you’re enjoying it. I’ll be sure to make you something special when you stop by.”

Fixing herself to be more presentable and adjusting her basket, she went to keep her glance on over in his direction. “What have you been up to?” Other than hiding out in the forests. 

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//I've been social these past few days, I should get going with my replies now.

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     The young warrior had heard about a small bakery run by someone who had been knighted. It had to have been something for it was located in the Unova region. He had hesitated on if he should go or not. Many thoughts raced through his mind, such as what would it be like to return to his homeland? There was a great chance that no one even remembered who he was, after all he is Wally.

     Every part of him wanted to stay home, but he could no longer live in the past. Wally knew that he would have to move on, and to do so he would face his past. Asking Freesia to take him to Unova was one step, the Altaria was all for the trip.                                   ... He dreaded that.

     They arrived early in the morning, and he could tell the air was not as clean as Hoenn's. Just as he assumed, he did not miss the Unova region at all, but he would bare it. For now, he was just glad that he did not arrive at 'home', but Nimbasa, where the bakery was located. After asking around, Wally headed towards the bakery with money and flowers in hand. It only made sense, he did not want to be rude to the baker.

     "Good marrow, My Lady.                            Prithee, what is the cost?"

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Her routine was as regular as it could be. Not much out of the ordinary from her day to day tending of the small shop she had. Her Azumarill friend running around as she tended some of the guests with bread samples and hopefully coaxing them into one of her delightful treats.

Seeing that it was still rather slow on the ground, Rosa went to quickly take a look out in back to see how her other batch was going about. For the most part everything was rather well done and she had gone on to get much too distracted with attending the place, she didn’t notice that a newbie came by. The only thing that got her attention to shift on back was the sound of the water-type attempting to make conversation with the visitor.

Moving back to the front, she gave a small wave. “Good day—“ Hearing his quick ask about the bread and what it’d cost had her happy to know that he was an interested customer. “A couple pieces of coin are plenty for theses up front.” Rosa said with a smile as she showed the ones that she had freshly made and on display.  “Interested in any?”

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AwakeN

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brokenwingedking:

At first, with the approach of such a large Pokémon, N had thoughts of retreating into the woods. Sure, he could have taken it to an extent with the sword at his hilt, but even if it was at the cost of his suffering, he didn’t quiet fancy the idea of bringing harm to any Pokémon. Then again, the creature was a mount, so he could reason lashing at its rider. Whatever their intentions, the advantage was clearly theirs.

All paranoid thoughts were cast away as the rider’s silhouette came into focus. A smile broadened on his face at sight of the young woman atop her Arcanine. He gave his small friend a reassuring pat as he straightened himself, some sort of signal that he could stop cowering and snarling simultaneously. Poor Zoura, he did try.

“Ah, Lady Rosalie,” he greeted, making up for his rather crude position by attempting a slight bow. “I could say the same of you.” Mostly because he never did much of a follow up on what she did. It was probably going to deter any colloquial nature of the encounter, but N had grown accustomed to speaking as though he addressed nobility, which came in great use, considering she was technically of that suite.

“I apologize for the circumstances of this reunion,” he started, rising as gracefully as he could while he was still half asleep. A little more forewarning would have done him good. He brushed a few twigs from his hair, giving the impression of a nervous neck rub, “it seemed like a lovely spot at the time.” His excuse was struck short by the aroma of freshly baked goods. Arceus did that smell great, he thought to himself.

“Is whatever delicious smelling parcel you seem to be carrying the reason behind your current travels?” The answer was most likely yes, but it would carry a catch-up conversation, which was in order.

“Here is fine.” The girl told her Arcanine as she patted the top of his head and held him close as she got on off of the large fire-type. Having him around was always a fun breeze. Traveling was smoother and so warm as well. Only real trouble was the fact that her outfits usually got tangled up and made it a mess and a half. Once off of the large beast, Rosa moved her hands to fix her dress and stood straight to get a better look at him.

“It’s a pleasure to meet y’again.” Rosa replied with a return of the bow, mostly out of habit to respond back to someone who greeted her rather well.

“It’s quite alright.” The girl replied with her hand moving to cover her lips to cover her little chuckle over the fact that there were literal twigs in his hair. If anyone were to make a tree-related joke due to his hair, it would be true at this point in time. “Nothing to it. I had been the same during my travels.” Only difference was that she had to be a bit more hidden about it to avoid any trouble with lurking bandits, not to mention she was going about on her own without much of an escort.

Hearing him compliment the sweet aroma that came from her basket had the brunette brimming with the brightest smile that she could pull off. “It most certainly is! Would you care for a taste?” Without waiting for an answer, Rosa reached into her basket and pulled out one of her baked goods and offering it on over to him with a just as bright smile.

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obligatory intro post?

It's still kinda munday--- 

Hello! I play Rosa, you guys can either call me that or Whit (the character I am more known to play), either or works fine with me! I joined this group with my boyfriend and look forward to roleplaying with everyone! I have a total of... 4+ years roleplaying with a few years oh hiatus in between the first year and the latter ones. On tumblr... I believe it's working on the 3rd year soon enough. I might have my numbers all wrong. Anywho, I cant wait to get started! HMU if you want a starter/plot!

Contacts in case I am not here at times: Personal / Twitter / and just in case, RP blog I am always on.

I think that is all... And now I shall go on and work on my reply.

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come hither

Running her little shop in Nimbasa was a rather convenient spot for her-- at least she felt that it was. It was almost right smack at the center of the region and there were lots of routes that lead on out to her destinations. So in a sense it really was a win/win? After all, it did lure in a lot of her more potential customers.

Setting her shop on early as she usually did when she was around, the sign out front, the freshly made breads out in the open and the day old ones set up with a discount, she couldn't wait to get the day rolling. It was an adventure and rather fun.

With her title being more known as time went on, the frequent visitors grew and so did the regulars. One of them was a bit more familiar... One that she had met while she began her little venture to spread on the word of her little business.

"Sir Blair! Quite handsome as ever."

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AwakeN

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brokenwingedking:

Though N wasn’t technically homeless, it sure appeared like it to anyone who was unfortunate enough to cross his path on the road. For one, he knew an unpleasant odor permeated through his travel cloak. Granted it wasn’t uncommon on the roads, bathing spots were hard to come by on many of the footpaths. It was an unpleasant truth; travelers did not smell like flowers, unless of course one was a flower merchant. The second strike was probably the state of his appearance. Un-managed hair going every which-way as he went on, body lanky and frail, loose clothes only clinging with sweat or the wind.

But the most damning was that he slept wherever he wanted.

Why not, really? 

were deterred because of his traveling partners (mostly Zoroark, but Zoura would insist that he helped). Pokémon left him alone for the most part, sometimes even curling up with him for his body warmth. The worst that would happen is someone would come by and wake him up, usually to ask him if he was alright or, if they were especially desperate, to ask for directions somewhere.

 It happened often enough to be a nuisance. Like now, as the young Zoura nudged N with pleas for the man to wake up since someone was coming. Usually the pup left him be, but since Zoroark was at the castle and the little fox didn’t think himself so capable as to protect them all by himself, it was a necessity to lick the man into consciousness. After a few sleepy moans of protest, he sat up, rubbing the dream out of his eyes to see what the problem was, with a low mumble of, “Whaaaaaat?”

On one of her few route travels to the out of town from her usual, Rosa was on a small quest to spread the name of her little shop as much as she could. After all, the more that stopped by the merrier! It was fun to see people try her makes and even feel accomplished at their compliments and return over time.

But for now, her little quest to deliver some of her goods was in need. With the company of her Arcanine and Espeon, the two kept their pace on up for the day. After all, deliveries were in order. Though, that didn’t really stop her larger fire-type to get distracted with a familiar sent that it had picked up during their passing through. Rather than just carrying on as planned, he went on to lead the girl on over in the direction – not like she had much of a choice, she was hitching a ride on him.

It didn’t take long for her to make out the figure that the Pokemon had picked up. It was the guy that had helped her out not so long ago. Not so much of a stranger.. more than that. She had helped him out as well. Acquaintances? Friends?  No matter. Some small talk will do just fine.

“Good evening, sir.” The brown-haired maiden never really knew how much to address this man. He had a former title of king… even if it was for the Plasma group. “Didn’t expect t’see y’ere.”

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i’ve never come across a pair in this fandom i don’t like, really