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rosavelle2026-01-11 03:28 pm
catsgothistongue) wrote in rosavelle2026-01-11 03:28 pm
💧 January Catch-All 💧
Who: Ranma Saotome, Yoiko and you!
When: January | Season of Fallow
Where: Various
What: General catch-all for prompts and quests
Warnings: NUDITY, also Ranma's experiencing some thoughts of GENDER™, positive & negative, thanks to mood-altering steam, of the following: envy, confusion, and tons of internal screaming. he's fine* Will update if needed
*i am rapidly blinking out sos in morse code, somebody help this dumb 80s teen
Also: Each prompt's header will have either a ♂️, ♀️ or both. If it's either one or the other symbol, that means Ranma's going to be that gender for that thread. If it's both, that means he could be either or, so if you want boy Ranma or girl Ranma, please specify! Slowly adding prompts, if you've got your own ideas or want to plan something, lemme know either in the Discord, Plurk or HMU on this journal/treebornekettlegirl, I'm all ears!
When: January | Season of Fallow
Where: Various
What: General catch-all for prompts and quests
Warnings: NUDITY, also Ranma's experiencing some thoughts of GENDER™, positive & negative, thanks to mood-altering steam, of the following: envy, confusion, and tons of internal screaming. he's fine* Will update if needed
*i am rapidly blinking out sos in morse code, somebody help this dumb 80s teen
Also: Each prompt's header will have either a ♂️, ♀️ or both. If it's either one or the other symbol, that means Ranma's going to be that gender for that thread. If it's both, that means he could be either or, so if you want boy Ranma or girl Ranma, please specify! Slowly adding prompts, if you've got your own ideas or want to plan something, lemme know either in the Discord, Plurk or HMU on this journal/
treebornekettlegirl, I'm all ears!
♂️. Stewing in the Genderfluid Thoughts (Hot Springs pt. 1)
Earn the opportunity to relax.
He exhales out a blissful sigh while he sinks down into the prismatic pool. The warm waters soothe and massage his pores, feeling especially heavenly on the burn scarring blemishing a swathe of his back. It was like Ranma sat down in a real fountain of youth restoring his vitality. Without the whole turning young again, he's had his fill of that headache before!]
Ah...~ [Resting his arms by the edge of the spring as if this was a jacuzzi, letting the steam hit his face.] This is the life...
[Best part of all this? He don't have to fret over turning into a girl here! The curse can't affect him now. Unless it somehow manages to turn this hot spring body-numbingly cold right this instance, Ranma's staying male! In your face, curse! Hahahahahahaha...
ha...
ha...
...... That's peculiar. He should be content with that fact. He's never taken issue with getting to stay his masculine self without the curse raining on his parade. Often literally. So why does he feel frustrated? Yeah, he doesn't hate his curse anymore. Folks of this world, local and fellow advisers, don't see it as some deformity or treat him like a pervert. March, Rose and so many others have been chipping away at the societal wall blocking his view. Brick by brick, stripping away his resolve or desire to cure it. That he can still be a handsome, macho dude as a girl. And he is! Duh.
But... When his eyes traces over the girls attending this steamy shindig, enjoying themselves, it's like a hole is torn open in his chest. Like something's missing. Almost as if he's... jealous.
Jealous? Of what, girls? Hah! As if! So what if they get to show off their perfect feminine bodies and he doesn't get to let his shine with his masculine form too? Who cares? Ranma doesn't, that's who. Not one iota...
Hopefully nobody takes his deep ruminative leering as him trying to be a peeking tom. Ranma's currently too lost in his own thoughts to be offended if they do.]
no subject
[Ryu, mind, has no such compunctions. Or rather, aside from getting into what is likely the best condition of his life, he has no compunctions. He's never felt this strong, and he's not even doing that much. Of course it helps that it turns out he's a dragon wearing a human wearing a dragon, but let's not get into that!]
[He lets his hair down, cover part of his face, let everything filter out.]
[... Come to think. Why does he keep wanting to transform? There's. Nothing really that feels like it's absolutely necessary here, and yet...]
[Was he dissatisfied with himself? Was it Odjn, poking through to the front?]
[Or is there something... deeper... to the thought? To shed this strange beast and become something entirely new, entirely other.]
[Ryu notices Ranma looking over. ... And finds a longing he can't place. He looks at the sky, usually his comfort, and finds he's reaching up to it regardless.]
... Hey.
♂️/♀️. Pawspering (Hot Springs pt. 2)
Being a cat means Yoiko isn't hugest fan of the water. It can tough it out for rain or it's neck deep in attacc mode, otherwise for the most part it stays faaaaaaar away from any body of water. The thermal air generated by the springs, however, that it can't resist. Like getting a nice warm hug, or curling up in the warm lap of humans it adores.
Occasionally it'll find itself waking up by the spring. Of its own accord or because Ranma's too chickenshit at grappling with thoughts perpetuated by the steam and nopes out. Whatever the reason: Yoiko's here, its cat brain don't grasp the concept of being queer, and it's gonna hang with its peer! Bathers and visitors alike will spot someone in a collar-esque choke, being a raven-haired pigtailed boy wearing swimming trunks/a reddish-pink haired pigtail girl in a bikini with 'BOY' imprinted on the top lying lazily by the edge of the water like a lioness back from a successful hunt. Batting its paw at the petals drifting in the water, swaying its projected cat tail wildly as if this was the most stimulating game it could play.
Later on, when moving the petals around lost its mystique, Yoiko'll start feeling whimsical and flighty. It's skittish nature is pacified enough where it craves attention. Attention from anybody coming in or out of the pool. Whoever becomes its mark will be accosted by the cat-boy/girl suddenly at their feet, rubbing its body up on their legs like any ordinary cat would.]
{{Pets!!!}}
[It requests kindly with an incessant meow and big ol' doe eyes. Who can say no to this cute face?]
♂️/♀️. Paging Nurse Saotome
Good thing Ranma has two perfectly working, built for shattering stone hands to shoulder the burden. His code of honor can't abide by letting them work themself to the bone. That, and he has a good deal of medical, ki and therapeutic know-how. With a display of his capabilities, Ranma given the greenlights to volunteer at the clinic.
Hence why sometime during the middle of January, when hobbling their aching bodies to the gondola, they won't see the good doctor. Instead, inside was a certain raven-haired boy/pink-haired girl in the middle of setting up mats and masseuse tables. Humming a small ditty under their breath while they assort through a handheld box full of steel needles, Ranma finally looks up to the new patient.]
Yo! [Placing the box on the table.] Doc's out runnin' a few errands, but I'm here to hold down the fort. Whaddaya need?
Dealers choice on gender!
She enters the clinic sporting her track suit and signature headware. She prefers to come by straight after her cool down, when potental injury risks might appear more obvious. ]
Oi, Doc! S'that time of the week again. You're not too bu-
[ The mood shift when Ranma speaks up is instant. Her ears pin back and her eyes narrow.
Mood Down: ↘️ BAD. ]
Ya gotta be kiddin' me. Shouldn't Akane be crate trainin' ya or somethin'?
♀️. Crabs Cat Burglar, Meet Cat
Nets? Check.
Lanterns? Check.
Report of people's pilfered knickknacks? Check.
Dousing herself in water because she's 99% going to take a dive off the wharf deliberately or unintentionally? Checkarooni. Ranma wasn't about to let itty-bitty crooked crustaceans get one over her. There was nothing she didn't take into account...
... except for one minute insignificant on paper but a big problemo in reality: the crabs weren't the only creatures with an affinity for shiny trinkets. It took the chiming tune of a bell that shone in the moonlight, clenched in the pincer of a crab, for Ranma's circumventions to be rendered an afterthought in the cat's brain as it pounces for that shiny, shiny toy!!!
What began as a retrieval mission for the stolen goods from the frost crabs grew into a rescue mission. Fisherfolk and volunteers cry out in alarm, ordering it to put the crab down! You might've been apart of the late-night crew already, a late arrival coming up on the scene, or uninvolved and happen upon the same scene as the former two:
Ranma hunched over on all fours. Cat ears on top of her head, a bristling tail standing up, both matching her hair. Holding a frost crab in its mouth, the tiny lil guy flailing its legs and pinching the air futilely. Wild eyes dart between the motley crew, Yoiko snarls and hissing with its catch firmly between its teeth.]
{{Mine! Can't have it!}}
[It isn't giving up its future meal without a fight or coaxing...]
♂️/♀️. The Improper Instruction
Now, he almost turned down the request because. Wow, eff off, what do they take him for, an exhibitionist??? That, and begrudging it is to admit, he has his ways of getting people's clothes off without leaving a mark on their birthday suit. He quickly wave that thought off before that perverted old lecher is summoned to wreak havoc on the ladies of Rosavelle's wardrobes.
But... Partially why he's doing this is for that reason. He doesn't have dirty schemes in mind for this sort of weapon, but others might. It's his duty as a martial artist to do the due diligence in making sure if this weapon works, and to scope out who may use it for less saintly purposes.
Also, he's Ranma Saotome. Mentioning fighting or challenging him to one is his kryptonite. It'd go against everything he stood for to turn down even the risquést of challenges!
Prinking out in clothes they won't miss, wearing more layers than he typical does outside of grand occasions, the martial artist sits in the padded room where the test fights are to be held. Meditating... on the hilt of their blade, which is stabbed into the floor, remaining perfectly balanced.
Waiting, waiting, until they sense their opponent entering the fray. Whoever walks in will see the black-haired boy/reddish-pink girl in a pigtail stand up and pivot on one feet. Still standing on their stabbed sword, beaming a fiery grin at their foe.]
'Sup! Ready t' get down and dirty?
[Is that a taunt or a flirt? Yesn't.]