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A New Day; Cozy Fantasy Village Life

//Central Village
_@Xaltwind
Decorative horns?

“Oh, so that’s your deal!”

MacKinnon didn’t care all too much about who got there first or second or third in the end. If the lady was gonna share rabbits, and if the big man was going to cook them up, then she would happily partake in the meal, as someone who had subsisted off basically just water and desert weeds for the last leg of her journey to this little, abandoned hamlet.

Well, also kinda meant that she didn’t necessarily have anything to bring in terms of food to add to the soup. Her eyes briefly glanced over to the chicken, wondering just how long it’d take before it started pooping out eggs. And then there was the subject of rice as well. They’d probably all be dead if they were just waiting for rice to grow, but that too was something nice to think about in the future.

Maybe she should try some treasure hunting in the forest tomorrow. Surely it was an easy enough task, to come across mushrooms and berries and freshly-dead-but-not-half-eaten animals? Maybe…

“Mm, lemme know when you’re heading out tomorrow then, lady! Plan on heading out to the forest tomorrow and seeing what treasures I can find there, and if there’s something big out there…well, I’ll give you a shout and we can split the find.”

MacKinnon plotted out her future as she continued to clean up her finds for the day. With the dust and dirt of ages revealed, the painted vase looked pretty nice, even! And the silverware definitely glistened in a way that was almost mirror-like! It’d take a lot longer for her to beat the dust and wring the water out of the carpets, but even now, they possessed a pleasing geometric pattern! She whistled a cheery tone, lost for a moment in current finds and future discoveries, only to spot movement in the distance again.

Huh.

She had kinda expected Victor to stick around with his grandkiddo, least until she was feeling better. Or maybe Sheryl’d have played anxiety-mom like she did when she first saw MacKinnon. But, ugh…………

The treasure hunter cleaned up her last batch of goods, briefly considered tossing the blacksmithing tools into the well, and then shelved that thought before she sauntered over to the wagon where Wilma was. Peeking her own head over the wagon, MacKinnon’s eyes creased into a grin when she spied the child.

“Heya, kiddo,” MacKinnon said. “That was pretty scary, wasn’t it? I think you were pretty brave though, y’know? A real tough girl, honestly.” Her chin propped up onto the side next. “Cause when I was your age, stuff like that’d have made me pee myself!”

She tilted her head to the side, a gesture of doubt.

“You didn’t pee yourself, did you? They’re making food soon, so…”

Iris Ascendis

Unga bunga'd the post. Totally slipped my mind soz.

Iris Ascendis

_{@Nanaya@AThousandCurses}

Of course it had to be related to the government or the academy, with a backdoors option found only through the approval of that eccentric Headmaster. Only made Ciara more important, in truth, if she was indeed the Umbralist that all others thought she was.

Perhaps he ought to have stuffed her inside the World Between Doors while he had the option to, and pretend that she had utilized her shadow-teleportation to give everyone the slip? Ah, but he doubted that she was biologically any different from a regular human. Ciara hadn't warped in the same way that Flanchetto spoke of, which was another subject that intrigued the ever-curious Strigidae.

And then, of course, there was the subject that involved Chunji's complete about-face in terms of personality. All of a sudden, he was smiling? Making jokes? Displaying sarcasm? Otis's needle paused as his gaze flitted between Chunji and Rio, before he put his kit away and pulled out his gun instead, loading bullets into the chamber.

Not, of course, because he expected Chunji had been possessed by that imp, but rather because the carriage had stopped, and it appeared no one knew why.

Shoujo^3 - A Cozy Romance RP Concept

Eyy, the Evil Monk of Badass Temple!

⇜ Deicide ⇝ [Dark Fantasy Isekai]

I have seen that isekai before.

If you wanted a swarm though, you could always go swarm mother isekai’d and then just start popping out child soldiers by the hundreds.

Shoujo^3 - A Cozy Romance RP Concept

In winter, there's probably rumors of a polar bear in the mountains that tries to uproot trees. Probably been something that's been in the town's gossip mill for two decades or more.

The bear is Junko's dad.

But yeah, isolated island vibes sounds good. If things ever get boring, we can just do the VN-swerve and introduce gods and time loops and such huhuhu.

Shoujo^3 - A Cozy Romance RP Concept

Tbf, having problems and not showing it to the world is like the main way you get drama going anyways kekek.

Extending further towards the whole Mikako-Junko divide, perhaps it’s a situation where those who strayed from Junko’s clique due to her intensity and tactless behaviour flocked towards Mikako instead? And the meaner peeps in Junko-Squad started thinking of the entire group (The Children of Mikako) as a den of dependent losers. Would introduce a lot more of an adversarial bend, even

Also, reverse kabedon? Naw. Osoto-gari into Floor Kabedon.

Shoujo^3 - A Cozy Romance RP Concept

Alright, got some ideas now:

Some kinda intense rivalry between Junko and Suzuka. It’s probably the case that even back when they were in elementary or middle school, Junko’s physique was standout, so she would’ve considered Suzuka a “true” friend for rising up to the challenge in every gym class/sports day event regardless of the disparity.

And yeah, it’d be funny if there was a persistent inferiority complex or something nursed by Eikichi, who remolded himself in order to become the popular lad in school, only for a wrecking ball of a girl to decisively become school queen by doing nothing but being herself.

I think it’d be interesting for Mikako and Junko to not necessarily actually get on with each other all that well. Despite both being motherly in one way or the other, it’s probably the case more that others think they’re closer friends than they actually are. Junko is fairly tiger-mom-esque while Mikako I get is more of a helicopter mom type. Probably due to that as well, Junko, who has no social delicacy, is only uncertain around Mikako, because Mikako seems to say that she’s fine and that this “always be helpful and receptive to others needs” thing is what she likes to do…but on the other hand, how true is that?

As for Haru, I’d say that Junko wouldn’t have any reservations about being a model. He’s probably the most straightforward type, and she’d like to see him take his photography to greater levels.

Shoujo^3 - A Cozy Romance RP Concept

More of it has been complete. Probs enough that possible relationships can be properly plotted out, really.

Shoujo^3 - A Cozy Romance RP Concept

Still WIP (owing largely to the hell of being unable to find a decent picture), but posting now just to lock in the concept.

Queen Bee Ojou-Sama Judoka

Arashiyama Junko
Arashiyama Junko

^{"An obligation? No, it has always been my duty."}

_______________________________________________ Identity Full Name - Arashiyama Junko Age - 17 Gender - Female Year - Third Personality Bold There is nothing that gives Junko pause, no confrontation she wouldn't face head-on. To her, who has always believed that the truly beautiful were those who ardently pursued their own truths, there was never a reason for her to hide her thoughts in the face of those older than her. When it came down to it, it was a simple matter: between doing nothing and doing something, it was her duty, as one so blessed, to do something. Provocative That same boldness, that same unshakeable belief of hers, leads her to being provocative, to always push the limits of not just herself, but others. Her manner of speech may be eloquent, dressed with the frills of someone who came from a rich family, but their meaning is anything but. She holds others to their claims and goals, even when they had spoken of it in jest or whimsy. She derides those who find it fitting to lie flat, wallowing in their vestigial emotions. She stands tall, a veritable mountain, and expects others to do the same. Kind And yet, despite such high expectations of others, despite her harsh words and unflinching glares, it's out of a desire to see people become their best selves. She recognizes that she is a blessed child, that she has the power to do good to those around her, so why shouldn't she grasp at others wrists and drag them up to where she is? She would never ask someone to spiral into the self-destructive thing that was 'sacrificing in order to attain results'. She would never push someone to overwork or overtrain. Rest is also part of polishing one's self. Too many people see their lives as a collection of moments. Dedicated But life is not taken in great leaps. It is taken in steady steps. Steps that would form a path. A path which would inspire others to take on their own journeys. The accumulation of effort, the forging of the body through food, exercise, and rest, over and over again. This is what allows her to keep going, allows her to stand the way she does, unashamed and undeterred. Her boldness is not a lightning bolt. It is seismic movement, shifting continents. Character Relationships CHARACTER 1 NAME HERE SUMMARY OF YOUR CHARACTER'S THOUGHTS ON AND ACQUAINTANCE WITH THE OTHER CHARACTER HERE. CHARACTER 2 NAME HERE SUMMARY OF YOUR CHARACTER'S THOUGHTS ON AND ACQUAINTANCE WITH THE OTHER CHARACTER HERE. CHARACTER 3 NAME HERE SUMMARY OF YOUR CHARACTER'S THOUGHTS ON AND ACQUAINTANCE WITH THE OTHER CHARACTER HERE. Other Information Now in her third year, she has switched from being the undefeated ace of the Judo Club to its manager, a decision that has caused some conflict between herself and the club's advisor.

Physical Description 182 centimeters. 100 kilograms. By all metrics, Junko is huge. Not just tall, but wide, muscle and fat packed up unreservedly in a society where there were grown women half her weight. She eats well, exercises well, and sleeps well, building herself up with her own image in mind. Her hands are callused, her nails cut short. Her silver hair is fine but dull, treated with the same unblemished vigor that she treats the rest of her body. Her eyes were burnt out from her studies, thick glasses hanging from her bent, pudgy nose. Her jaw is square, decidedly mannish. Her body itself was ill-suited for the fine dresses and fanciful lace that a young lady like her was expected to wear, and a teacup looked like a toy in her grip. Perhaps to the delinquents at school, she was a pig, a bear, some ungainly, beastly thing that only attracted her followers due to gravitational pull. Perhaps if she cut half her weight, quit the judo club, and went through a 25 step nightly skincare routine, Junko would become a model-esque beauty with a foreign charm. Perhaps. But to those who know her, she is a mountain. A broad back and warm hands. A thick neck and a motherly voice. A queen without wiles, who made clear exactly what she wanted and always pursued those desires honestly and ardently. A superficial queen could never aspire to the peaks she's trodden upon. Personal Story She had always been something of a spoiled child. It had just reached her heart instead of her head. She loved her mother, a ballerina who could balance on the very tip of her toes. She loved her father, a judoka who competed not for medals but rather against his own present self, never yielding to the weight of that solitary path. They were amazing people, people so out of the ordinary that she decided that if this wasn't ordinary, she didn't want ordinary. Those grand heights. The sights that her parents had seen. All that they have accomplished, their flames burning so bright that it had undoubtedly touched so many others! ... She had always been something of a lonely child. Her father was absent by nature, drawn to his obsessions towards perfecting his art. Her mother was constantly visiting doctors and surgeons and therapists for one reason or the other, body too hurt by that gossamer brilliance to ever stand on the stage again. Her most tender memories were massaging her mother's feet when it ached too much for her mother to accompany her to the playground. Camping out in the forest with her father, even as he slipped out the tent at night to continue his exercises. Standing in the parlor room on her sixth birthday, as her father fumbled over the piano keys and her mother danced with nothing but the gestures of her hands. Fleeting moments, bundled in her small hands like sparkling rocks or pretty marbles, held tight until they chased away that loneliness.