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kayable ([personal profile] kayable) wrote in [community profile] valentineslockers2017-02-01 08:40 pm

2017 Locker for Chiharu

Name: Chiharu

Friending Meme Post: https://valentineslockers.dreamwidth.org/9523.html?thread=257587#cmt257587

Fandoms: YOI, HQ, Gekkan Shoujo Nozaki-kun, knb, Yowapeda, Mysmes, Voltron, Shokugeki no Souma

Characters/Pairings/Moresomes: Sara/Mila, JJ/Isabella, Any combination of karasuno 1st ot5, Sakura/Mikorin, Takao/Midorima, Nijimura/Akashi, Imaizumi/Naruko, Momoi/Riko, Arakita/anyone, Miki/Aya, 707/anyone, Pidge/Shiro (soft screaming), Souma/Takumi, Alice/Ryou, Tsukasa/Rindou

Likes: childhood friends, time skip (person A meets person B again after _ years apart), soft friendships turning into softer love, het relationships that subvert traditional gender roles, aged up characters, everyone knows we're dating except for us, "we don't have real children only dog children", boys in dresses, character A being hella supportive of character B's hobbies even though they're confused af and can't tell urban decay naked I apart from a watercolor palette, GENDERBENDING!! Especially m->f, characters meeting while fighting injustice, royalty!au, domestic fluff, "you can call my girlfriend a feminist killjoy but the joke's on you because I came like 5 times last night"

Dislikes: rape, eating disorders, romantiziation of mental illnesses, a/b/o, soulmate aus

Anything else: mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell

Reminder that NOTES are welcome too - just a nice little comment (either plain, or you can even type it up on a nice little graphic/image etc.) for the recipient.

(Comments are going to screened until the reveal on Feb 14. Lockers will be open until the end of Feb.)
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[personal profile] fickle 2017-02-13 01:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Mitosis is the process of cell division.

Also I really really love the idea of Arakita being as angry and driven about things he finds important as he gets about biking so, uh, have some AGGRESSIVE MAKE UP APPLICATION.


Viciously, savagely, Arakita stabbed the angled eyeshadow brush into the pot of Crimson Decay. This was what Naruko liked? Flash and style and impact? Fine! Arakita could do that! It wouldn’t look any stranger than his thug life haircut had and that hadn’t brought him any happiness!

He glowered at the red powder that coated the brush tip, eyebrows drawing together as he gave it a baleful glare. The powder went over the eyelids. He knew that from watching Naruko. It went over his eyelids from the crease to the edge and he had to use an angled brush because – because something. Whatever. It was the proper tool for the job, just like cycling needed different gears.

Satisfied with that explanation, he shut one eye and clumsily dragged the eyeshadow brush over his eyelid. The red didn’t seem to be dramatic enough, certainly not as vivid as when Naruko did it, so Arakita swiped the brush over his eyelid repeatedly. A small cloud of powder mushroomed up to his eyebrow and Arakita had to pause to wipe it off with the baby wipes he’d purchased. Some of the red ended up smeared in his eyebrow but he consoled himself with the thought that didn’t matter. He’d be painting them blacker in a few minutes anyway.

Okay. Red eyeshadow done. What next? Naruko used some sort of setting powder to keep it in place for races but they weren’t going for a race. Just for dinner. He could skip that step and get onto mascara!

…Five minutes later, when he’d stabbed himself in the eye, streaked mascara over his eyeshadow and then thrown the mascara wand at the wall, Arakita decided that mascara was overrated. Just the eyeshadow would be enough.

Wait. Did he need the mascara wand to do his eyebrows? He was sure Naruko used some sort of brush to fix his eyebrows. Fuck.

Reluctantly, glowering at the poor mascara wand all the while, Arakita retrieved it from where it had fallen and set about trying to paint his eyebrows black.

When he’d managed that to his satisfaction, he looked down at the small collection of makeup items he’d purchased. The only thing left was the lipgloss. Naruko used a bright, striking crimson lipstick but Arakita had been warned away from lipstick by the lady at the store who’d seemed both thrilled to help him and a little dubious as to whether he could manage to apply it all on his own.

Lipgloss, she’d told him, was far more forgiving.

Arakita was glad to see that she’d been right and the lipgloss glided on smoothly though it felt a little sticky afterwards. He smacked his lips together experimentally, then shoved himself up, teetering a little unsteadily on the high heels.

He didn’t get the appeal of this, not at all, but Naruko was a good boyfriend to him. Arakita would try to take an interest in his hobbies as well, even if it meant he’d have to balance himself on Naruko’s shoulder all night to stop himself from falling over!