it's that time of the year <3

[yamadori]

the white day meme

you guys know what time it is... it's White Day, the day that you give back for the chocolate you received last month on Valentine's Day! (traditionally it's guys giving back to girls, but we don't worry about that sort of thing here c:) get all your best cookies, cakes, marshmallows and - if you're feeling traditional - white-colored accessories ready to go!

this is a free-for-all honestly, I was gonna make prompts and blanked out, so go wild instead! don't forget to list your prefs if you have any, tag your nsfw, be excellent to each other, etc. for extra funsies and/or if you need some inspiration, you can have ~Magic Chocolates~ from a really old White Day meme on bakerstreet:

1. Coconut: will cause you to do anything for attention from the first person you talk to.
2. Vanilla: initiates a traditional "I'm suddenly in love with you" scenario.
3. Truffle: causes physical attraction only. Feelings of lust.
4. Maple Nut: makes you want to stalk someone.
5. Raspberry: has you crushin' hard on a person, but you keep it a secret as much as you can!
6. Caramel: has you decide to ask someone out on a casual date. No immense feelings.
7. Mint: causes you to decide a person is your BEST FRIEND EVER. To what degree is up to you.
8. Lemon: causes HATEFUL feelings.
9. Chocolate Creme: inspires you to kiss the first person you see.
10. Too much of a good thing: you end up eating two chocolates. Roll twice to determine which two you eat. If you get #10 again, add a third chocolate, a fourth, etc. Two of the same chocolate doubles the intensity.

Comments

stooopp who among us hasn't said it

[killed]

[ He more than has, to the point where Hiyori has considered switching bedrooms for how ill the sight of it makes him feel at times. Nonetheless, he believes that a complete redesign of his apartment will have the same effect without being quite so frivolous. He sees no real need to return to an empty apartment even now, but he believes that with another person to give it life it might be. He chuckles at the suggestion, finding it to be very much like him. It carries a kind of charm, and in his mind that settles the matter. It would be better to have another help him. ]

Not at all. I wouldn't have thought of that... Ah, perhaps it would help me at night? It's been difficult for me to fall asleep at night.

[ It was easy when drugs kept him drowsy, and jusst as easy when his work schedule would so often mean that he would be working until he finally collapsed, but without either he finds that he's often restless. His mind is too active, the anxiety that such a trim schedule brings with it overpowering. ]

We don't need to choose everything. I have a catalogue of designs. We could choose a few and simply personalize them as we please!

[ He's always just paid someone to decorate his house anyway. ]

I suppose adding more color would be a start... Ah, perhaps some wall decals as well?

oh........... well maybe he is just a freak then

[killed]

[ Black and white with just a pop of red, that's the world that he lives in, and so he is satisfied to have his apartment decorated in such a sleek and modern style. It's prim and polished as his appearance, as he so often wears black and white with a red string tied around his neck. It's a noose that tightens at those times when the world grows too dull, when he risks feeling too comfortable, and reminds him that can splash paint about his world. Pops of red, bits of color that stain the floor and splatter against the wall and trail down his hands as he holds their mouth shut and they scratch at his hands.

If it were anyone else, then he might use that scarf to color is world once more. He'd look it around again and again before threading it through and pulling it tighter and tighter. He would watch the reds and purples that would turn to white and ashen gray, the scratches and flailing that would break up the cruel monochrome that plagues him. But there's no need to with the person beside him, who colors his world just with his presence - it's like carrying an opal and watching all the colors that reflect off of it in the sunlight.

Hiyori smiles as he feels those arms around him, and such thoughts reaffirm his decision. He kisses the top of his head. Had Komaeda begun to get used to him? It had almost been like starting over when he'd spoken of his title, but he dares to think that his cute husband might be growing accustomed to their dynamic, little by little, bit by bit. ]

Ah, you remembered that? I'm glad. [ He only remembers pieces of the time he spent in the hospital, but that conversation had stuck with him, as had what followed. ] Yes, I quite like that. Perhaps we could decorate it in pastels? The plants would look stunning against a softer color.

[ A pop of color, a burst of life, something lively that catches the eye. He idly adds, ]

Oh, I believe they sell colorful sets off pots and pans. I'd like to get some that match.