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rosavelle2025-12-24 06:06 pm
thirdmonthoftheyear) wrote in rosavelle2025-12-24 06:06 pm
❄️ Wilting Catch-All ❄️
Who: March, Evernight, and you (in general and specific)!
When: End of Wilting
Where: In town, with a few closed prompts in the castle grounds
What: Just a catch-all!
Anything Else: Some NSFW discussion in a closed prompt but nothing actually spicy, will update if necessary.
When: End of Wilting
Where: In town, with a few closed prompts in the castle grounds
What: Just a catch-all!
Anything Else: Some NSFW discussion in a closed prompt but nothing actually spicy, will update if necessary.
Closed to Ranma and Bulat - Handsome Intervention
And so, Ranma is shuffled from tailor to tailor across the castle and Maerlys. Bulat and March huddle to consult with each other at each stop with all the solemnity of generals preparing for war. As an expert in masculinity and manhood, the project is spearheaded by Bulat, with March advising on logistics, secret genderous techniques, and curbing Bulat's more... reckless swings to make sure it's not something that Ranma would be embarrassed to wear. As a guy, at least. Still, the overall design is Bulat's, only moderated by March's keen fashion sense.
The hour of decision has come. All March and Bulat can do is wait as Ranma changes (and occasionally pitch instructions on how to put on a lightweight binder through the door).]
Thanks, Bulat. For real. There's no way I could've done this without you.
Though, uh... [March chuckles awkwardly, keenly aware of the original purpose of this scheme.] I feel like you deserve to know that there's a pretty good chance that it was all for nothing. So I owe you DOUBLE.
frantically googling mens fashion tips
You tell me this now, huh? There's no refuge in any world from hidden schemes, after all.
[ A belabored sigh. He's being theatric, but...]
But an afternoon making memories with friends isn't a complete waste of time for me.
Crawls in after a million years I'm so sorry
Ranma allows herself to be dragged by the pigtail - in some instances literally because March's in a rush and it's the perfect handle to whisk her away elsewhere - standing mostly on the sidelines while her two wannabe boulevardiers are in cahoots. Every now and again, she'll throw her two cents into it. Nixing the cowboy hat was an unanimous decision, 2-1.
March was a gods-send because great kami above Ranma doesn't know how to wear a binder. Her initial assumptions that it's like a bra or sports bra was painfully wrong, another misconception to add to the pile. But with a bit of wriggling and after some whinging about her boobs being crushed, she got it on.
Then, comes the moment of truth. Ranma steps into the dressing room and quickly changes into the masculine wear. Embarrassing isn't what she'd use. She may not wear this daily or nothing, but she's not gonna gripe or feel ashamed or weird wearing it. Doesn't feel anymore like crossdressing than actually wearing a dress or skirt that swishes and swooshes cutely.
Gotta hand it to 'em, Ranma notes as she poses in front of the mirror, they actually had a solid idea of what they were doing. Never would've taken Bulat for a fashionista. March... even if she didn't pitch this plan first she could've pegged her as one in a hot sec. The uniform and coat obscures her curves and broadens her shoulders, the platform boots add to the height, and she tips the rim of her cadet cap down as if she's about to go forth on a bizarre adventure.
Now for the moment.]
I'm comin' out! [Beat] March, give me a drumroll!
[She ain't no basic bitch, she gotta do this with flair, with pastiche!]
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Pre-SENTING, Rosavelle's second most handsome hunk next to Bulat—sorry, I know you look great but I'd be lying if I said anyone here could beat Bulat in that department—RANMAAAA SAOTOMEEEE!
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Second!!! Please. I'm tied for first with 'im, at minimum.
[She refuses to take that lying down... And standing up, strutting down the configured catwalk. Ranma exits her dresser, walking with purpose. With a strong, confident x10 than normal for her gait that screams 'TOUGH GUY COMING THROUGH'. She holds her chin high and her back poised straight, and along with the platform boots, gives the impression she's taller than she really is.
Step, step, step, strikes a pose for the invisible paparazzi taking shots! At worst, least to those who haven't met Ranma, she appears androgynous. At best? A stud muffin rocking his fit assured in his masculinity in spite of the feminine colored hair. Adjusting her cap, the martial artist holds her pose. Ta-da!]
Well? What's the score? Twenty, right?
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Ranma makes for a handsome young man - which was already the case at least half the time, HOWEVER. This is an appearance that hard work went into, not simply natural good looks!
Such is Bulat's knee-jerk, wide-eyed reaction, but he gives Ranma a solid, appreciative once-over, and then nods to himself. ]
A solid twenty out of ten! I'm twenty-one on that scale, of course.
[ He extends his arm out to March, palm up for a high-five. ]
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Why don't you see for yourself? [Now is the time to bring her gambit to its final stages. March flips the camera around and hands it to Ranma as she hi-fives Bulat, inviting Ranma to browse the album she just created. They're all very good pictures, at least. Certified stud muffin material.
The question is, what does Ranma think of herself as she looks at them?]