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[mytarget]

The Personal Hygiene Shipping Meme


Personal hygiene is just that - personal. By the time we've come to a point in our lives where we notice that the concept exists and we should be prudent about it, we can take care of ourselves. There are also many practical reasons why we don't involve other people in this process. We're not too keen on showing off parts to be cleaned that are private in most contexts, and there's definitely an ingrained aversion to showing so much soft, fleshy skin. Hot water or a sharp razor could spell dangerous with a capital D should they come into the hands of someone with a vendetta against you. No need to be extra vulnerable.

So, if you're involving another person in your cleansing routines, it must be someone you trust. Not only that, but it's most likely someone you're comfortable with and likely at least somewhat open to being intimate with. You may not be dropping all your clothing in front of them, but it's still you opening yourself up to touching and closeness unparalleled in more "usual" moments.

Established and burgeoning couples (or not-so-couples) can bond through this showing of care and good faith. Will you like being pampered and find the attention endearing? Or will things go terribly, terribly wrong?

...you never should have let them near that shaving cream.

• Comment with your character and preferences.
• Smut is not required. Mention if you want/don't want it.
• Reply to others and use the RNG.

1. Comfort: You've decided to pitch in a helping hand to get your partner to unwind, and warm water or suds may do the trick.
2. Romantic: The sole purpose of this endeavor is to set a lovey-dovey mood. No shame here!
3. It Started Out Platonic...: What a good pal you are, volunteering to give your friend a good scrub. Of course, you didn't count on the cute way she squirms as you scrub her back or how he blushes when you shampoo his scalp.
4. No Choice: Currently, you're unable to clean yourself up. That means that you need assistance, and it might as well be the person you lov- tolerate the most.
5. Open: You have trust issues. Actually, you have backlogs of trust issues. Still, you want to show the person you love that you're willing and trying to change for them, and what better way than letting down your walls and having the assist in your grooming?
6. Shave: Whether it's your face, your legs, or...your other places you've decided to shave, there's a certain intimacy involved in letting your lover do it for you. Let's hope they won't leave you looking like you got into a battle with a book with the paper cuts to prove it.
7. Reluctant: They want to get you clean. You don't want to show off your body at all. It's injured, it looks weird, what if they don't like it...
8. Forced: You love them, you really do, but you won't kiss them if they continue to look like an unwashed hobo clown. You have to draw the line somewhere, and if they won't take action, you will.
9. Beat Up: You've been trampled in a fight. Your partner isn't about to let you wallow around in your own mud and blood.
10. Hair: Some find that there's nothing quite as soothing as getting their hair washed or brushed. Of course, those with more luxurious locks may find any hair care a burden, so the assistance is appreciated.
11. Make Up: They think you're beautiful already. See how they'll paint you up when they get the chance.
12. Unique: If you're not human, you probably have your own proceeders you have to do to keep all spiffied up. There are wings with stray feathers to pluck, horns on heads to polish, scales to shave down, all sorts of tasks! Introduce your ignorant (and most likely human) boyfriend or girlfriend to your world...and your pain.
13. Accommodations: Those with disabilities or prosthetics may also have their own routines, and anyone who wants to be with them should learn how to pitch in.
14. Sponge Bath: You don't have enough water to do this right or you just want to give them a nice rub and scrub with a gentle sponge or wash cloth.
15. Wound Care: In order for wounds to heal, proper care must be taken. Bandages have to be changed and cuts cleaned out. It's certainly easier when you don't have to do it all by yourself.
16. Together: You're both cleaning up, taking a bath, splish splash, in the same tub because there's no where else to go. This is the most likely smut option, even if, again, it starts off "platonic."
17. Clothing: Don't forget that clean clothes are an important part of personal hygiene. Always make sure your partner has a nice, fresh outfit, even if it's to your taste and not theirs.
18. I've Made a Terrible Mistake: Somehow, everything's now shit. This little experiment went haywire and you may be sporting anything from the worst hairdo of your life to a Columbian necktie.
19. FREE SPACE

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[photoshooter]

[I rolled a 17 and I have a cute idea, but what kind of universe we thinking here?]

[impurifies]

[ asher here to spoil me w the good content that is dressing up my gals!!

anyway I'm flexible! Slotting her into FFXV could be a pretty easy in for it, or I could come up with somethin else if that doesn't work ]

[photoshooter]

[Noctis has been missing for two months, now, and Prompto's had to pull himself from the Crystal's side to do what he can't: help refugees from every corner flee the darkness coming for them all. It's not midnight-dark all the time, not yet; the noon sky is a strange gold-rust-beer color, like swamp water at sunset. They have enough light by which to make camp, even if it still doesn't feel right to pitch tents so early.

Still, it gives Prompto some time, while the other Hunters help this week's rescues set up, to do something nice for the shy-seeming girl that keeps drawing his eye. Not like that--well, mostly not like that. But she reminds him of someone he used to be, someone who shrank in on himself any time attention came his way, even though it was all he wanted in the world. She doesn't fit in, he thinks. If he's right, then he totally gets it.

He finds her as soup's being served, piping hot and sub-par, and knocks on the Haven's stone floor to get her attention.]

Uhh, knock knock. Wow, that was lame...

[impurifies]

[ The end of the world has come and gone and yet, two months have dragged on by, pulling the rest of them along with it. It's been two months since Yuri's seen her family and just over a month and a half since the read receipts stopped showing up on the messages she was sending to the other girls in the Literature Club.

She wants to believe they're safe. She wants to believe they're just busy, or out of range or maybe their phones just died. She doesn't want to entertain the alternative as an idea in her head. She's just been quiet as she followed along with the other refugees. Not that she'd have much to add to any conversation they'd be having, anyway. So Yuri tucks into herself and tries to carry on dragging herself through the days as each one comes.

She's so used to being on her own that when Prompto approaches her, she jumps. Not badly enough to spill her soup, but it's a near miss and her face is crimson with a flush of embarrassment and anxiety. ]

Ah– I'm so sorry...! Is there something wrong? Am I...?

[ She's not sure where that last sentence was going, but clearly the problem here is her. ]

[photoshooter]

[He jumps when she jumps and lifts his hand in front of him, palm-out.]

W-whoa, no, uh, I mean--you're fine! Everything's cool! I just, uhh...

[Even now, he still feels so stupid and awkward talking to girls, like his tongue's some clumsy part of him he only ever half-learned how to use right. Prompto looks down, tugging at a belt loop and shuffling his feet, until the bundle of cloth under his arm reminds him what he's supposed to say next.]

Well, I know how hard it is to travel rough when you're not used to it, so, uh. Like. I thought, maybe I could do something to help make it a little more comfortable for you?

[He lifts his head, meets her eyes for roughly .25 of a second, and then stares down again, bashful for no real reason. He's a cool hunter guy who used to roll with the Prince! Nope, doesn't even matter. He holds out the clothes.]

Here. Don't worry, I cleaned 'em while there was light, so they should be super fresh. I, if you want to borrow them, I mean.

[He's clung to his Crownsguard fatigues like his identity depends on them, but that means his tank top and cargo pants, worn soft and comfortable all this time, are free to use. For her to use.]

I have boots, too, if you think they'll fit okay.

[impurifies]

[ Even with his reassurance, the part of her brain that never learned how to turn the anxiety off immediately jumps up to make more assumptions – she's making him uncomfortable, he's talking to her under duress, something about her is making him so antsy. And she feels compelled to apologize, but she doesn't know what for, so her tongue sticks to the roof of her mouth, mute and useless.

But when he offers her the little bundle of carefully washed clothes, Yuri finds herself speechless for another reason. She's been keeping her head down and minding her own business so the idea that anyone would even see her, let alone take notice enough to realize she needed some help – well, it leaves her feeling a little wrong footed. She opens her mouth, finds she has nothing to say and then closes it again. Then a fraction of a second later, words come babbling out of her own accord. ]

I'm– is that really okay? N–not that I'm ungrateful... it'd be such a big help, but we're all in a tough spot, aren't we? I don't– I don't want to put you out just because of me...

[ But even as she's saying it, she's reaching out to take what he's offering. It's ridiculous, she thinks, to be so taken aback by a show of kindness like this, but she can't help herself. ]