Passion for Fashion

Utage from Arknights. Affiliated with Isola Radiale. RANK: Dwarf HOUSING: 233

[passionforfashion]

haemoneiron​:

There was a moment of consideration when she said ‘nails’, but then her brain took the context of the rest of the sentence. She looked at her own nails briefly, then nodded thoughtfully. “I lack expertise in both of those fields.”

Then she thought some more.

“Not impossible. I suppose I would not. These things have a way of working themselves out though, and I have confidence in my peers. Either way, if a t-shirt I became I doubt I would be worried about it then.”

“Really? I could be your mentor, for a small fee maybe. This kind of professional consulting doesn’t come free, you know~”

“You must have some pretty impressive peers to handle you turning into a t-shirt, though.” She didn’t think anyone at Rhodes Island would be able to help her in that case... and who would she even trust to try? Maybe Beanstalk.

“So anyway, how’s a rate of five hundred an hour sound?” She wasn’t serious... unless... ?

[passionforfashion]

haemoneiron​:

“What do you fancy yourself an expert on?” She almost sounded curious. Almost.

“I suppose it’s not in the spirit of things. Last year I went as some form mummified undead, and the city being what it is saw fit to turn me into some kind of magic sand monster. Part of me wanted to see what would happen if it was to occur again.”

“Fashion, and nails.” The most important things, obviously. Whether the curiosity was genuine or not, she sounded proud of her answer.

“I see,” she said, not understanding at all. “What if it turned you into a t-shirt though? How would you turn yourself back, huh? Did you take the necessary precautions, update your emergency contacts and all that jazz?”

[passionforfashion]

[ @haemoneiron​ ]

“I don’t fancy myself a Halloween expert, but I don’t think a t-shirt that says ‘costume’ on it really counts for much...”

It did get an amused smile out of her though, so maybe that’s all this person was really going for in the end? Maybe it does count, then, if it made her smile?

“What’d you go as last year?”

[passionforfashion]

tilitili​:

     ☾ ‘Interested’ in everything about her? A plain doll? At that, she can’t help but tilt her head in slight confusion at the chimera’s words. She does not understand what exactly may be ‘interesting’ about her but she is touched by the sentiment nonetheless, even if it’s not apparent on her current expression.

     ❝ ‘Party’… ❞

     ❝ While I have never attended one, your explanation is a very kind one. From what you say, your name is very much a reflection of your character, ❞ and with that she offers a small, kind smile to the blonde now. Though she doesn’t entirely understand still, the doll is aware of the intent of Utage’s words and the reasoning behind why she picked that name in particular for herself.

     ❝ That may very well be the case. As far as I know, lunch is often served at noon or sometimes even an hour earlier. ❞

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but that doesn’t surprise me. You don’t strike me as a party girl. But I’m glad ya find it fitting for me~” That said, Utage can’t help but be curious about what the Doll would be like at a party if she did go to one... would she dance? Does the Doll know how to dance?

After a quick glance at her phone to check the time, she sighed. “Well, then that means it’s too late for the breakfast menu... but a perfect time for a siesta before dinner.”

“I don’t wanna just peace out without a promise of more Utage to come, though, so how’s your week looking? You fancy a date?” Utage was not the kind of girl to play games or be coy about her interest in someone. Asking her out immediately was just going to save time for the both of them, one way or another.

[passionforfashion]

bloodisfuel​:

Just outside the din of a Golden Ward arcade, there was a large fountain that was thought of to be a modern wishing-well.

     Gold-painted metal coins lined the bottom of the basin, glittering daylight underneath the water’s already shining surface. Most of the arcade tokens had been tossed in with wishes of luck; innocuous enough, they tended to be desires for an assortment of counter prizes, like a handful of kazoos or a jumbo-sized Ofiuco plushie.

     The machine, having not yet entered the arcade, had no such desire. It was instead preoccupied with leaping into the water and recovering those gilded wishes for its own use.

The amount of water displaced by its sudden entry, redirected by bouncing off its wings, and whenever it decided to slap another wet handful of coins back onto the concrete seating…      Well, it was a mess. Most people nearby moved away to avoid the ruckus, a couple stood briefly to shout at the nuisance he was proving, and it likely wasn’t too long until the owners of the arcade would show up to shoo V1 away.

It didn’t really see the problem.

     Noticing a spot in the basin where the tokens had clumped up, it dived itself closer to grab them. In doing so, it made a roar of a wave veer toward a particular passerby that also happened to be a chimera.

( watch out, @passionforfashion! you just ironed these clothes… )

Honestly, Utage saw it as less of a problem than most people would, too. I mean, come on, you set up a fountain like this and expect the more frugal folks to not claim some of the tossed tokens for their own uses? Talk about naive!

But... the splashing was a bit much, wasn’t it? Up until the water was directed at her, she was just watching, amused, enjoying a lemon flavoured lollipop. She was able to take a big enough step back quickly enough to avoid most of the water, but she was still sprayed with a decent amount of mist and stray droplets.

“Pehh....”

“Hey, buddy,” she said, approaching now (from behind V1, and not at the sides where more water was likely to splash), “I’m not here to pull you out or anything, but you’re definitely gonna cause trouble if you deter customers. Just a heads up.”

Taking a glance at the retrieved coins, she swooped one up with the very tip of her tail to give it a closer look.

“And, like, you know these aren’t actually worth anything, right?”

[passionforfashion]

tilitili​:

     ☾ Ah, she feared this may happen… 

     Well, actually, the doll knew this would happen, rather. Without any basis to fully understand her own world or circumstances, misunderstandings were bound to happen. Of course, the humanoid does not fault Utage for this nor holds any sort of negative emotion for her confusion. How could she, knowing she herself would feel the same if their positions were reversed?

     ❝ No, it is much more complicated than that… But I will spare you the lengthy explanation. All I can tell you, both in confidence and simplicity, is that the sun is something I see very little of, ❞

     ❝ And you have yet to implore myself on what your name means. If you would like to explain, I would be happy to listen. ❞

“Spare me? You make it sound so drastic! Like I ain’t interested in everythin’ about you. But I’ll admit, if it’d take a novel and then some to explain it, it could probably wait til lunch at least...”

“My explanation is a lot shorter, though, just a little Utage Fun Fact. It means ‘party!’ Chose it when I was hired. Why? Cuz I just wanna be as happy as if I was having a party every night. Long as I’m happy, things can’t be too bad.”

She stretched and held her hands behind her head, looking somehow both proud and lazy at the same time. Then her tail started swishing as she remembered something she just said.

“Hey, when do places here usually start serving lunch, anyway. Noon?”

[passionforfashion]

tilitili​:

     ☾ The doll can’t quite understand Utage’s determination in trying to find her a pair of sunglasses… But nonetheless, she is touched by the gesture. She has only been given a present less than a handful of times before and thus, still isn’t accustomed to the mere idea of people imparting anything special to her.

     … Wait, why is the chimera lowering her sunglasses so many times now?

     ❝ ‘New’ in the sense I do not see it often, I mean to say. I preside solely within a dream… And the moon is what I am used to seeing. There have been times where I have seen the sun beginning to rise… But nothing more than that. ❞

Utage nodded along with the Doll’s... explanation? about the sun thing and was silent for a few moments afterwards, crossing her arms over her chest and smiling. Nodding like she was understanding what the Doll meant completely.

“... Babe, I don’t really understand what you just said at all.”

“Unless you mean you live life like it’s all a dream, which is something I can get down with for sure. I tell you yet what my name means?”

[passionforfashion]

tilitili​:

     ☾ Such a small yet fantastic wonder, she thinks. For something to be so small yet so capable and fast is amazing in the doll’s eyes. After observing the creature within her hands for a few moments more, the doll eventually places her hands back onto the ground in order for the crab to go about on its business. Though it is quick to depart from her palms, the smile on the humanoid’s face never fades.

     ❝ … I see, ❞

     ❝ The pats are a vital part of the sand structures maintaining their shape, ❞ she takes note aloud now, looking over to Utage as the drink is now offered to her.

     ❝ … What is it? ❞

Utage watches as the crab scuttles off too, always amused too by how much speed can be packed into such a small little form. Then again, that’s basically the same case with her, she thinks.

“Absolutely vital,” she affirms, “and this? Pink lemonade. Bit sweeter than normal lemonade, if you’ve ever had that. Hint of raspberry? Strawberry? Something like that.”

“If ya like it I can get you your own glas cuz mine won’t last much longer.” She stuck the glass in the sand by the Doll so that she could get started filling a bucket with sand. She might’ve said she insisted on making sand castles so the Doll could make some... but honestly, she just really loved making sandcastles herself.

[passionforfashion]

tilitili​:

     ☾ Despite her stoic expression, the doll finds it a bit disorienting at first. To suddenly have her field of vision clouded by a veil of pink… It’s a rather strange experience, to say the least. While it provides a small amount of protection of the harsh rays of the sun, the doll also can’t help but wonder what it’s other function could be. Is it purely aesthetic? Or is it something more than that?

     The silver-haired humanoid can’t help but tilt her head curiously at Utage’s words, however. ‘Babe magnet’…? Do these sunglasses attract infants, somehow? Ah, yes; the shape and colour of them must aid in that aspect, so the doll thinks and believes.

     ❝ Even if you did, I would not take them from you, ❞ she now says calmly, slowly taking the glasses off her face now before handing them back to Utage.

     ❝ I think they are better suited for you, in any case. Not only that, but I am able to deal with the brightness of the sun, despite it being rather new. ❞

“It wouldn’t be takin’ them from me if I just gave them away, now would it? But nah I’ll find you a pair that really suits you, mark my words. I’ll keep my eyes peeled,” she says, covering them up again with the pink lenses, but not before lifting and lowering them several times in a row on her face.

“And I mean, these glasses aren’t practical at all, I don’t wear em for—wait, back up. The sun is new? That’s new to me.”

[passionforfashion]

tilitili​:

      ☾ ❝ I never considered myself to be quite so tall, ❞ the doll now admits, gingerly taking the sunglasses from Utage’s grasp. Of course, she is aware she is by no means short, but… Well, her height is something that has simply never been commented on before and thus, the silver-haired humanoid has thought little of it until arriving within this city.

      ❝ But if you insist… Then I will try them on. ❞ and she does so.

“You’re taller than me, ergo, tall as hell.” That was the baseline. Now, she expected the glasses to look good on the Doll (if she didn’t, why would she wear these glasses?), but was still pleasantly surprised by just how cute they looked. Perhaps it was a mix of how much they contrasted with the rest of the Doll’s attire, and the fact that they were Utage’s glasses specifically?

“And I didn’t insist for nothing! Girl, you’re practically a certified babe magnet now. Certified by me, obviously. If I wasn’t so attached to those glasses I might’ve let you keep ‘em.”

[passionforfashion]

[ @tilitili​ ]

“You gotta at least try ‘em on. I won’t be satisfied until I know what they look like on you.” she said, waving her purple-pink glasses at the Plain Doll.

“But since I can’t reach since you’re, quite frankly, freakin’ Amazonian levels of tall, you need to put them on yourself.”

[passionforfashion]

tilitili​:

     ☾ ❝ Perhaps, ❞ the doll is quick to answer.

     ❝ I can bleed and I can feel pain. My threshold isn’t much higher than that of an ordinary human, ❞ which is true. Though she is seemingly ageless, the doll is very capable of being injured. Not only that, but if you were to cut her, then surely she will bleed her odd, silvery blood as well. Just like any other doll, she is surprisingly fragile and can be easily broken.

     ❝ I know of castles, ❞ she now starts, keeping very still as the small crustacean now is prodded into her open hands. Though her smile is small, the delight now appearing on her features is apparent. Slowly does she lift up her hands closer to her face, silver hues getting a better look at the small creature.

     ❝ And I have assisted with crafting a little model of one… But never have I constructed a real one nor made a small one from sand or clay. ❞

It was obvious to Utage that this small crab was bringing more joy to her than Utage expected. Actually, it was incredibly endearing, so much so that Utage’s own tail swished with happiness. After it was moved away to not startle the crab, obviously.

“Well, it can’t be all that hard, right? Just water and sand, and we’ve got plenty of both. I’ve got three buckets here,” one larger one and two tiny ones inside it, which she placed on the sand in front of the Doll.

“When you’re done with your lil crab friend there, you can pack one of these buckets with sand, pat pat pat, flip, repeat. The pats are super important.” Before Utage started filling a tiny bucket of her own, though, she took a big sip of her drink, before holding it out towards the Doll. “Want a sip?”

[passionforfashion]

tilitili​:

     ☾ A beach expert? Well, Utage has never mentioned such a thing… Yet even some the doll finds herself believing the blonde’s words. For what reason would she have to lie to her, after all? Not only that, but she seems to be quite knowledgeable already about the beach’s environment and what inhabits it.

     ❝ Crab, ❞ she repeats the name, still watching the creature.

     ❝ Perhaps I will try encompassing my hands around it. I don’t think trapping it would be very good on its well-being, ❞ plus… Well, the doll doesn’t really like that idea, anyways.

     ❝ However, I did not know you were agile. ❞

“I think it’d be worse for your well-being if anything. They like to pinch things. Can you even be pinched enough for it to hurt?” Maybe the Doll was actually the most capable crab-wrangler here just on account of being immune to pinching...

Utage took a few steps around the crab and started using her tail, held down against the sand, to gently prod the crab towards the Doll. Not hard enough to startle it into running, but just enough to encourage it towards her hands.

“I’m probably the fastest girl you’re ever gonna see. Not so fast when it comes to building sandcastles, though, admittedly those ain’t my strong suit. But that’s where you come in, right? You know about castles and things.” ...Right?

[passionforfashion]

lxfemmerouge​:

“Oh! Great!” Carmen’s surprised by her enthusiasm, but that’s a good thing! At least she managed to pick the right person to ask for advice, right?

“It’s a pale blue, with some glitter.” Carmen pulls out her phone, swiping through the photos Lynne sent her earlier. “And it’s not too fancy, a little dance party. But, uh, we always go a little extra.” They can’t help it– their first date was dancing, and they can’t miss an opportunity to get all dressed up and wow the other party-goers.

“We usually tend to share the spotlight, but if anything I’d want to shift it more to her. She’s really excited about this one! That’s why I’m going away from the normal bright red, y’know?”

Utage nodded along with each photo as if she was writing down a mental checklist of everything she saw, because she was. She was trying to remember every little detail about the outfit, because no detail was too small as to be unimportant.

“Okay, well first things first, what you’re workin’ with is gorgeous, so you’ve got that going for you. Second, you’ll want the same blue, but where is the important question. You got a dress in mind, or are you more of a suit sorta gal?”

“Accessories are important. Enough to show that you’re matching, not enough to overpower how good she’ll look.” She took a quick look at Carmen’s ears. “You good for earrings?”

[passionforfashion]

tilitili​:

      ☾ Crouched upon the sand, the doll now casts a glance over her shoulder at the familiar face making her way back onto the scene. Shortly after, the silver-haired humanoid turns her attention back to the tiny crustacean on the sand, its miniscule claws preoccupied with a crumb of food for the time being.

      ❝ I am unsure, ❞ she admits, watching it curiously with a tilt of her head now.

      ❝ I have yet to see a creature like this… However, it’s quite cute, do you not think so? ❞ her tone is gentle as she smiles at the small wonder now, hands being placed atop her knees as she continues to watch it.

Utage mimicked the Doll’s head tilt, more out of endearment than mockery or anything of the sort. She asked what the Doll ‘had’ as if she didn’t know, but she didn’t expect the Doll to actually not know. But, then again:

“You don’t have much experiences with beaches, right? Luckily, you’ve got an expert with you.” Expert in lazing in the sun, perhaps. “That right there is a crab.”

“Pretty damn small one, too. If you move super slow, you might be able to get your hand close enough to try and hold it.” Then, she slowly (so as not to scare the crab) set the bucket down next to the Doll.

“Or you can try and trap it in this bucket to make grabbing it a lot easier, because they’re as fast as they are cute. Almost as fast as me~”

[passionforfashion]

[ @tilitili​ ]

Utage had only briefly left to retrieve a small pale (...and a drink) but by the time she got back, it seemed the Doll had already found herself a new fascination. Peering around her shoulder, Utage could see that the Doll was focused on a tiny crab walking slowly across the sand before her. So small it could easily fit on the tip of ones thumb.

“Hey.”

“Whatcha got there.”

[elvenrule]

charmymemes:

𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

feel  free  to  change  any  pronouns  or  subjects  (or  reverse).      tw  for  blood,  death  and  physical  violence  mention.

‘  is  it  complete?  ’

‘  who  are  you?  ’

‘  who  is  this?  ’

‘  why  are  you  bleeding?  ’

‘  what  would  i  do  without  you?  ’

‘  do  you  feel  alright?  ’

‘  what’s  your  name?  ’

‘  why  do  you  hate  me?  ’

‘  do  you  want  something  to  eat?  ’

‘  aren’t  you  supposed  to  be  someone  important?  ’

‘  did  you  read  it  yet?  ’

‘  can  you  help  me?  ’

‘  why  do  you  act  so  weirdly?  ’

‘  what  do  i  do  with  someone  like  you?  ’

‘  you  awake?  ’

‘  can’t  you  tell  left  from  right?  ’

‘  how  dare  you?  ’

‘  can  i  have  a  word?  ’

‘  why  didn’t  you  fight  back?  ’

‘  can  you  stop  interrupting  me?  ’

‘  why  are  you  here?  ’

‘  what  happened?  ’

‘  haven’t  you  said  enough?  ’

‘  why  are  you  still  ___?  ’

‘  why  don’t  you  shut  up  and  be  quiet?  ’

‘  what  did  you  dream  of?  ’

‘  why  are  you  yelling?  ’

‘  how  could  you  say  that?  ’

‘  is  that  mine?  ’

‘  why  did  you  turn  out  this  way?  ’

‘  are  you  talking  to  me?  ’

‘  why  won’t  he  date  me?  ’

‘  why  did  you  hit  him?  ’

‘  why  are  you  crying  yourself  to  sleep?  ’ 

‘  are  you  serious?  ’

‘  who  did  this?  ’

‘  will  i  regret  this?  ’

‘  do  you  promise?  ’

‘  is  that  mine?  ’

‘  am  i  dead?  ’

‘  can  you  stop  moving?  ’

‘  is  he  looking  at  me?  ’

‘  does  it  hurt?  ’

‘  how  did  that  happen?  ’

‘  what’s  the  weather  for  tomorrow?  ’

‘  are  you  in  love  with  me  yet?  ’

‘  is  it  that  important?  ’

‘  want  some?  ’

‘  was  that  an  accident?  ’

‘  what’s  the  deal  with  you?  ’

‘  who  do  you  think  you  are?  ’

‘  can  i  ask  you  something?  ’

‘  why  don’t  you  leave  then?  ’

‘  how  could  you?  ’

‘  is  this  all  you  can  do?  ’

‘  why  is  this  here?  ’

‘  how  did  you  get  in  here?  ’

‘  is  it  freezing  to  you?  ’

‘  what  are  you  making  today?  ’

‘  are  you  lost?  ’

‘  has  it  been  that  long?  ’

‘  how  could  you?  ’