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[it’s 4 am and only managed to put out one starter. Gonna sleep and work on the other three after I wake up!!]
@mismatcheddoll
Now, where did Azusa end up at this time? This was definitely NOT the way to the sweets store. Unless maybe – she pondered while taking a turn to the left-- the shopping district had undergone a radical makeover that included narrow alleyways peppered with dumpsters of all colors and sizes, all showing signs of wear. At the idea, the idol shook her head in amusement.
Dumpsters and candy? Has someone made that work?
After missing what her actual predicament was, Azusa continued her trek in the labyrinth of alleyways the city had to offer. Surprisingly, the area was quiet and calm, except for the sounds close-by she could not place her finger on; a thought that prompted her to walk towards a random dumpster, where she happened upon a dark-haired person crouched down doing.... something? Oh, but maybe they could help her find the store!
“My, hello~” She greeted, giving the stranger a smile and a wave, not thinking them being there any weird at all. “I hope I didn’t interrupt you, but you see, somehow I found myself here and not where I should be. Do you know where the exit is, by any chance?”
[Hello hello everyone! Happy Belated Holidays and I wish you all a great begining of 2017! I know I’ve been pretty much non existent around here and hate myself for that, so in light of the new year, I’ve resolved to get back in gear for real!
So let’s consider this a starter call, shall we? Capping at 4 for now and they’ll vary in lenght!]
Learning The Basics
future-star:
Starter for @twopastnine
Mettaton was sitting on his cot at the shelter, thinking of ways to expand his repertuar for Rapture. Mettaton could dance the house down, he’s charismatic, and he’s attractive….what was he missing?
Suddenly, his eyes widened. Singing! That’s the one thing he’s lacking!
“I need to find a vocal coach!”
So, Mettaton hurried to his laptop, Googling every sort of term he could think of…and there it was! There was a series of courses being put on by the BIGDREAMS Agency….and the price wasn’t horrible…but it was pretty high. But, he needed to add more to his show. He needed to be a bigger star!
“So, the first class starts in two hours…I can make it!”
Mettaton changed into something that wasn’t one of his dancing outfit, and into something more suitable for a class.
Mettaton arrive at the agency, pure excitement on his face. He was going to be a bigger star! He needed to be! ….he just needed to find where these classes where.
Mettaton saw a girl wearing the agency’s colors and logo, maybe she would know!
“Excuse me darling, would you happen to know where these singing classes are?”
Whoever brought up this idea was going to… get one hell of a bonus! Why, offer courses in singing, dancing and the like for a limited time and at a reasonable cost – as if the agency lacked enough resources- sounded like a splendid plan on its own, but to have part of their talents act as receptionists and the like to lure people in? Simply brilliantandwhydidn’tIthinkofitfirst--?!
That is what Azusa overheard earlier anyway, as she stood on her assigned spot. The idea came as a surprise to the woman, who had long been accustomed to promote for other companies, but didn’t take long before clothes were tailored, lines rehearsed and the agency’s floor plan hopefully memorized for this tour-guide stint.
Approaching steps reached her ears as she smoothed her skirt. What phrase did she have to say again...?
“Good day sir and welcome to BIGDREAMS agency! Where your dream is never too big to make true~” she greeted, giving a bright smile to the questioning person and a mental high-five to herself while at it. So far so good! “My my, singing classes you say? I don’t quite remember I’m afraid, but let’s see now…” Turning around, the woman turned her attention back to her timetable. It was a very convenient piece, as it showed everything about the classes (like their locations and costs).
“It looks like they’ll be on the third floor sir, and with plenty of time before them to boot! How nice~” Elated, she held the paper close. She took a couple steps ahead towards the hallway to the left, waiting for the visitor to follow, “Right this way!”
curiositybled:
idly attempts to knit an intricately woven flower crown into her unsuspecting companion’s hair. surely they would’ve felt a tingling sensation of lissome fingers toying with their locks, but she didn’t appear too concerned about it.
She was no fool. Azusa felt them, closing her eyes as the ministration sent a wonderful feeling through her spine. Still, she opted to stay put, awaiting for whatever the girl decided to do next.
imperatrici:
eve’s forays into town with ophelia started when she bled boredom one day, && it’s become a daily occurrence; she’s now taken to accompanying the other whenever trips were needed, whenever eve found herself free from the constraints of school && work. today’s as typical a day as always, as ophelia carried their groceries while eve stopped for a moment to buy them treats ( thank you milady! ). the maid was thankful, of course, && the sophomore opted to take a plastic bag from her so she could eat in relative ease.
it was nice && peaceful. but it didn’t last long.
as they continued their trek home, it’s as if a bell was rung. ophelia took a running start ( thankfully not throwing aside their groceries ), appearing to have seen someone. eve squinted, but followed nonetheless, && in seconds reached her maid, who seemed to have been excited to see… oh, it was one of those idols that she fawned over. no wonder.
“ i apologize. she can be… a bit, extreme. “
@twopastnine
With the chaotic days from the volcanic eruption long gone, Azusa saw it necessary to step out to the streets once more. After all, what a better way to relax than to see the sights! Slipping into her usual disguise, she let her feet guide her (a frightful idea) thus the idol found herself within the shopping district, while also being stopped from time to time by a number people not fooled by her use of glasses and beret to give them a moment of their time.
The variety of them never stopped to amaze the idol—from the young to the old, enthusiastic to shy, to the black haired girl that just spotted her and---Wow!
“Oh no no! I’m used to it. It’s quite alright, really~” Smiling, Azusa reassured the calmer girl before looking back to her excitable companion. “But my, I have never seen someone run with groceries like that~ You must be good at it, aren’t you Miss…?”
765-millionstars:
Reprint! Big Commotion! Halloween Theater Tour Gasha. 2016-07-20
❛ surviving on human flesh —— ?! people are supposed to be feasting their eyes on me !! what twit would yield themselves to me so i could take a nibble out of them ?! ❜ would they endure the painful transformation of the undead if he bit them ? could he transmit his zombie infection to others ? he should just stay home !!
❛ —— have you seen my leg anywhere ? ❜
“I’m afraid I haven’t seen it, no” Azusa responded, giving the decomposing individual next to her with an apologetic gaze, “Do you remember the last time you saw it, by any chance? Maybe we could find it that way~” Now here she was offering help, and to a zombie no less! Very different from the usual ‘screech-bloody-murder-at-it-and-flee-before-it-bites-you’plan, but he just looked so miserable…
Or maybe that was the rotting skin hanging off his face.
【静寂のワンショット】 - 三浦あずさ
【Quiet One Shot】 - Miura Azusa
Izumi had no problem with his whole dieting thing as much do. He easily burns it off since well, he has to run a lot from those who recognizes him and he’s been already fed the right amount of food anyways. With how his family is like, the diet was already implemented from a very young age. Luckily for him, it wasn’t those horrible ones.
In the middle of his snacking, he noticed someone from the corner of his eyes approaching him. He looked over and recognizes the girl. She was his partner for this photoshoot. He notices she was eyeing the sweets and Izumi took one to get her attention and held it up towards her lips.
❝You shouldn’t hold back, senpai. Mom said there’s nothing wrong with breaking your diet once in a while.❞
Technically speaking, Azusa didn’t really have that much of a problem with keeping her figure, to tell the truth. All that energy spent dancing, singing, practicing and other –ing ending words often served as a good substitute for that dreaded ‘dieting’. And Azusa proved to be a very disciplined person, a thing that was desired on her field of work.
Thing is, all that discipline waived. Often.
“Um… No no!” Shaking her head, she denied the forbidden fruit in front of her. The idol, still in her trance, didn’t notice the fingers holding the sweet, not that reassuring voice being actually next to her, “Not right now, I just started my diet yesterday… can’t break it so soon!” She whimpered, blinking her eyes shut.
More convincing was needed, clearly.
[text] I don’t know why I said that.
[text] Oh yes, that was frankly quite rude, Mr. Reigen!
[text] No wonder the Agency sicced the guards to chase you out of the building....
[text] .... and banned you from the building forever.
STRANGE SENTENCE STARTERS —— for the creative writer in you. Send these in and see what your partner comes up with as a scenario!
*These are completely interchangeable, they’re just in categories to make it easier for all of y’all.
FOR AMIGOS;
“How many times are you going to do that, exactly?”
“You were right. As per usual.”
“Sometimes it’s hard to see the lines you’ve drawn until you’ve crossed them.”
“You’re surprised because you have a soft spot for hot blondes.”
“Is that – that’s a naked Scarlett Johansson on your fridge.”
“You can stay, but for no more than two nights.”
“Please don’t look in this drawer. Please.”
“I told you not to pick him up, he’s very sensitive.”
“Yes. I might have given you rabies. But in my defense, that’s ridiculous and I didn’t.”
“I’m sorry, my cell phone data coverage does not cover the bullshit zone you’re in.”
“Hey! Give me your pants. Quick, give me your pants.”
“No, I’m serious. Stop it right now or I won’t give you the last cookie.”
“You think I’m kidding. But I’ve never been more serious about anything in my entire life.”
“How much would a stripper cost and why so much?”
“I’m going to buy you a drink. Next week. On Thursday. When I get paid. Can you swing this one?”
“Hippos are hungry, hungry! And you are considerably larger than a small piece of lettuce!”
“When I was little, I used to be afraid of mummies. And now look at me. I love dead people!”
“I don’t even miss my ex-boyfriends/girlfriends, I just miss my glockenspiel.”
“It happens to everyone, you just sell your skirt for some coke.”
“Please do not pull your pants down in front of baby Jesus.”
“That’s not the phrasing you want to use.”
“Because nothing says heterosexuality like a gold sash.”
“Please don’t take it out on my boobs.”
“When it gets really windy I look like a bizarre combination of Marilyn Monroe and Cousin It.”
“We have to change our names and run away to Mexico. It’s the only way. Adios.”
“How much money do you have on you?”
“Please tell me that’s a raisin and not a tiny hamster shit you’re eating.”
“Life is a lot better when you put things on your head.”
“For someone who’s not very deep, I’m incredibly not shallow.”
FOR LOVERS;
“I need you to remind me what it feels like to love you.”
“I love you. What? No I don’t. Forget I said anything.”
“I need you to tickle my feet but like, sexually.”
“If we got married, would I have to take your last name? Or could we just make up a new one?”
“I don’t think I can do this anymore.”
“I heard you say his/her name in your sleep last night. Want to explain or should I just leave?”
“I want to spend the night with you tonight. But I also want to sleep on your side. And without you on the bed. So technically I just want your bed.”
“Please don’t be proposing to me in an empty parking lot.”
“Stop saying you’re sorry, you stupid fucking broken record. It’s done.”
“I’m not jealous, I’m curious. About the things you were doing. With him/her. Without me.”
“Your mother’s looks could kill. Actually, are you sure they haven’t before?”
“If you’re breaking up with me tonight, can I at least eat first?”
“Stop sweating. It’s not attractive during sex, and it’s not attractive now.”
“Are you – are you checking me out? In the line for the confessional?”
“We have to go. I might have told your mom I’m pregnant. I don’t know why I said that. I’m not.”
“So what you’re saying it that you’re snorting sugar to get excited for sex.”
“My dog licks better than you do.”
“But through every stupid thing you do and say – and those are a lot, by the way – I love you.”
“I don’t care if you’re growing another head. I’ll talk to both of them. I love you.”
“And I’d take fifty years of not talking to you for just a day of doing so. I promise that’s a compliment.”
“I don’t want to hide this anymore. I’m not some dirty little secret, you American Reject.”
“This is a bit too dramatic for my taste, so can we skip it and have sex instead?”
“I don’t want you to think of me as your personal sex toy.”
“Thanks and all, but that makes me feel like a low-class escort, so.”
“A kiss in exchange for every nice thing you say about me. Deal?”
“Promise me you’re not like him/her. I need to hear it from your mouth. Promise me.”
“Look, I’ve had my heart broken before. I’m not ready to let you in just yet. Anywhere.”
“Don’t leave me here. Anywhere else, okay, but not here.”
“I wish I could say that was the worst sex I ever had, but I’ve had worse.”
“I just blew you. Could you look a little happier about it?”
“I’m attracted to shiny things, so if it looks like I’m staring at your chest, it’s because I am.”
FOR TEXTERS;
[text] This is upsetting my poop.
[text] Hey, are you up? If you’re not, can you wake up? I need some help.
[text] So it involves feces and large birds.
[text] She said that to you? Why?
[text] Please come back. I miss you.
[text] What are you good for if you’re not gonna bring me ice cream?
[text] Can you ignore that last text? It wasn’t meant for you. I’m sorry.
[text] …did you just send me a nude?
[text] FUCK OFF YOU ONE-EYED WHORE.
[text] I don’t know why I said that.
[text] Leave it to you to fuck the simplest of requests up.
[text] Do we have to go to their wedding? He’s only my first cousin.
[text] How much does ‘I love you’ mean to you?
[text] I am not stalking you. But you should do something about your bathroom, it’s gross.
[text] Please. I need this so badly.
[text] I trust you completely.
[text] I’m a genius. You’re a peasant. Everything makes sense again.
[text] Hey, buddy! Got like, five hundred bucks I can borrow? Times ten.
[text] She lost it. She completely lost it. She said her uterus was attacking her bone marrow.
[text] I will not get you donuts.
[text] Please? I love you.
[text] I think I’m gonna go to sleep now, but you keep thinking that.
[text] I can’t say this out loud. They might be listening.
[text] I never meant to hurt you. I didn’t think he’d duck when the ball came at him, I’m sorry.
[text] You’re cute.
[text] I just need you to understand how important you are to me.
[text] Fuck off.
[text] Okay. Guess we’ll leave it at that then.
a stranger melody
@twopastnine
🎷 || “What the hell? This melody is totally off-tune here.” The red-haired man grunted as he read through his sheet. He had settled himself in the recording studio today to practice his new song. Earlier, he had received the music sheets from the agency’s composer.
He continued reading through the sheets, his frown increasing.
“And here. And over here. What kind of song is this?” The music notes seemed extraordinarily too high for his vocal range and less powerful to suit his style. Were they trying to force him to do a change in style? That wasn’t in his goddamn contract!
And then, Issei suddenly realized that he was given the wrong song.
“Oh for crying out loud…”
It had taken her longer than usual to notice the switch-up. Accustomed to the agency’s swift and decisive actions, the idea of double-checking what was handed to her just to be sure never crossed Azusa’s mind. Thanking the intern that gave her the papers, she left the studio, ready to study the song the best she could to get the ball rolling.
And rolling it had.
Did the higher-ups think it was time to project a stong, confident image? Because the lyrics in the music sheets sure deliver that! Confused at the idea, Azusa read the paper repeatedly… while walking aimlessly within the agency. Eyes glued at the notes too low for her range, she didn’t register entering the recording studio, much less sitting across its indignant occupant.
She took another look at the paper before, defeated, she slumped her shoulders; eyes closed as a sigh left her lips.
“Dear me, I don’t think I fit this song!”
In which I feel like explaining myself.