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the love me meme

❤ You see someone. Lo and behold, you're in love with them; it's as simple as that. - Oh, I'm sorry, what? You're not in love with them? Well, you are now. The question is just... how are you in love with them?
❤ Post with your characters. Someone else will reply to your character. Then, you go and generate a random number between 1 and 5. Remember, that particular number only applies for that one thread.
❤ Match up that number with the appropriate category of ~*~love~*~ below, and that's how your character now feels about that replier!
❤ (If you really want a certain type for that thread, feel free to just pick one of the symptoms. But it's much more fun to draw one at random, sometimes!)
❤ Remember - just because Character A loves Character B doesn't mean Character B loves them back. (Or is going to be any less creeped out by this sudden change of heart...)

one.
Yandere love. You are obsessed with this person to the point that it is dangerous, unhealthy and absolutely insane; you want them to be with you, you, you, you, and only you, and nothing is going to stand in your way. No one is going to hurt your love - in fact, no one is going to come near your love. And if they say they don't love you? They will. You'll make them. Because you're meant to be together, and you're going to be together, forever and ever and ever. Married married married~

two.
Moe love. It is adorable, and sweet, and innocent. You want to hold hands and exchange chocolates and pretty cards and take long walks on the beach and talk about your future and your kids and aaaaw. It's just like you're in a G-rated Disney movie! You just want your True Love(TM) to be happy, and to know that you love them very much. ;u;

three.
Tsundere love. Of course you love them, but you're way too shy to admit that! Things like that are embarrassing, damn it! You'll yell and flail and hit the love of your life, but it's just because you're not sure how to show that you love them. I mean, you'll still be awfully upset if they try to leave you, or if they don't understand, or they don't want to kiss you... But there's no way you'll say "I love you"!! ... Not unless they say it first, at least. Physical comedy ahoy!

four.
Sexy love. Maybe there's some love hidden deep down somewhere, but that's not the priority here; first thing's first is that man needs to take his clothes off right now. You don't want to talk about your house and your white picket fence and your 2.5 kids; you just want to touch that person now, and you'll think about the rest in the morning. Kissing and contact and maybe a little lovin' are what you want, and nothing is going to stop you. No means yes. For underage characters (and those of us who w-would rather not write sexy things), kisses and flirting are all you need.

five.
Melodramatic love. This is very important and you know you're rushing things a little but this love was meant to be!! Your love life is suddenly a Shakespearean tragedy, complete with dramatic plot twists and turns, and you need to confess your love to the world before it's too late! There's no time to lose; in the morning, you're going to be exiled, your love is going to be hanged, your mother will be shot, your father will become a pirate and someone will kick your puppy!! For bonus points, speak in terrible, hilarious, terrible prose.

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[The rain always made her sad. Not because there was anything particularly depressing about it, but she hated having to walk through it alone, something that seemed much more prominent now than it ever had before. Nill hated being alone. And there was only one person who could help her with that, she knew it deep down in her heart, in the bottom of her soul.

She's standing on the stoop of the kids' house, blue eyes wide and brow creased to make her look like an adorable kicked puppy. A soaked, adorable kicked puppy. It was an appropriately dramatic look, with her hair all sticking to her face and neck and her wings weighed down by the water.

She knocks, purposely taking a step back into the rain instead of standing beneath the slight awning.]

[ John was just fussing around on the computer, and actually calls out for Dave to get the door when he hears a knock. And wants a few seconds... then about half a minute, and realizes that there's no way either Dave is going his lazy ass and get the door.

So with a sigh John hops up out of his seat and bounds down the stairs, taking them two at a time, and stumbling a little when he hits the bottom. Luckily he corrects himself quickly, and bolts to the door, swinging it open to find-- ]

Nill?! Oh, man! Have you been out in this for awhile? You're totally soaked!

[ Realization hits him and he shuffles to the side, holding the door open wide for her. ]

You wanna come in for a bit? I can probably grab some of Dave's clothing for you if you want?

[If either Dave had come to the door, she probably would have just turned and fled. She didn't want them, she wanted John. He was the only person who could heal the hurt in her soul, fill the void in her heart.

No, she didn't want to go inside, she wanted him to join her. She wanted him to help fend off the loneliness.

But this was John and she couldn't deny him anything. So she steps inside, immediately regretting doing so because she's ruined the carpet in their entrance way. She looks like she might cry, and definitely as if she needs a hug.]

[ She definitely does! Unfortunately John is not always the best at reading situations, and consider there is a wet, upset looking girl standing in their hallway he jumps to what he thinks is a reasonable conclusion.

She obviously wants to dry off! ]

Hold on, I will get you a towel and a clean shirt shirt.

[ And there he goes, scampering down the hallway. ]

[N-no, John... She looks completely lost once he walks away, and just stands there awkwardly. Why was he leaving? No, this was the opposite of what she wanted. She had come here so she wouldn't have to suffer beneath the crushing force of being on her own, and he was making her deal with it again.

She has the sense to toe off her shoes, but steals down the hallway after him, glad she avoids the Daves on the way. One hand is extended towards him the whole way.]

[ Rooting through the hall closet he founds a spare towel, and hasn't had a chance to look for a dry shirt yet, but when he turns around and sees Nill darting at him he stops what he's doing for a moment. ]

Woah! That cold? Here.

[ He holds the towel out to her. ]

[And instead of finding his wrist, her hands find the soft dryness of the towel. Well... okay that was fine, too. Besides it was so rude of her to drip all over and be so miserable in his presence. So she takes the towel, trying to smile for him because he was putting up with her so well.

She immediately presses it to her hair, which was the worst perpetrator of the drips. And once she gets most of it dry she starts on her clothes, awkwardly dabbing. Her hair is pretty ruffled and probably just makes her look more pathetic.]

[ He's glad that she can dry off now! He's not too worried about her making a mess actually, since it's just water so it's not a big deal to him. He can just let it dry up if he doesn't want to try to clean it.

Her health is definitely more important! ]

Do you want something else to wear too? I think Dave is the only one you'd really fit into his things, but...

[He was being such a gentleman. Nill could hardly stand it. She hadn't done anything to deserve this kind of attention, to deserve his kindness. She almost wants to cry, but no, she had to be strong. John wouldn't like her tears, and all she wanted was for him to be happy. So she nods: yes, if he wanted her to wear something else (even if "something else" was Dave's clothes), she would. But only for him.]

[ And here John just thought he was being nice to a friend on a pretty basic level! Your friend shows up at your house dripping wet, you offer them some clothing. Simple as that. ]

Okay, stay right here, I'll go see if I can grab something out of his room without him being an ass about it.

[ And he scampers off once more. A few minutes tick by and-- Oh! There he is! With a t-shirt and a pair of Dave's looser pants. He'd feel weird giving Nill Dave's skinny jeans to wear. ]

Here!

[ He holds them out to her. ]

[She tries to collect herself while he's away. Keep cool, Nill. Get a grip. Don't look like a fool in front of John. She's mostly gotten herself under control by the time he returns, and she even manages a thankful smile.

But she's immediately lost again after she has the clothes in her hands. Where... where was she supposed to change?]

[ He grins back, but notices that nothing is happening. And suddenly realizes! DUH! of course Nill isn't gonna change here, that would be really awkward. So he points down the hall to where the bathroom is. ]

You can use the bathroom to change if you want. I don't think anyone will mind.

[It would, in fact, be incredibly awkward. But she can ignore that in favor of being happy that he's pointed out the bathroom. Nill gives a nod and then maneuvers her way down the hall, trying not to act like the nervous wreck she is. In just a few minutes she's patted herself dry with a spare towel and changed, trying not to think about how big Dave's clothes actually are on her. She looks slightly less like a drowned kitten, though her usually straight hair is pretty wavy from the damp. She is awkwardly holding her wet clothes in her arms, trying not to ruin the dry shirt. What a great thank-you that would be.]

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