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@keisuketranslation-blog
SEN MITSUJI ○ 27 ○ CYNICAL IDEALIST ○ WRITER
whiskey breath and a bad temper, i live to immortalize your image. i am everything and nothing, the ultimate. look my way, and you’ll never be the same again. harsh and abrasive with a spritz of lime, but always goes down smooth— like that gin and tonic you sipped the night we met. life is always beautiful. this is my truth, so tell me yours?
HOVER: X X X X X X
/She blinked at his words before laughing/ That's true I guess, isn't it? Like...when you hurt yourself you don't notice until you see the bruise! /raising an eyebrow, she rubbed her left arm/ Yes, I'm Japanese. Are you?
{` he chuckled under his breath at the analogy and he nodded his head firmly in agreement--he supposed he found it kind of smart and well-spoken for someone who had just mentioned their bad conversational skills} Exactly! {` he gave another nod of his head, deeming that he inferred properly by her first name } Yes, I am as well. Where from?
PSA -- PLEASE READ!
hello, everyone! sen and keisuke’s typist were figuring to create a legitimate form of the magazine that they both own. a side blog of sorts, where every month/or two weeks we’d post a RP-related “meet the muse” editorial + interview with a muse that we choose for that month. it’ll be about 10 pages, followed by a few shots of said muse, trends we see in krp/jrp/whatever, music and blogs that we like. we’re also gonna have a lil advice column at the tail end of it where people’s sentiments can be answered! it’ll all be done in consecutive posts with each page, kinda like a real magazine, but for rp!
what do you guys think, would you be interested in that? we’re only gonna wanna do it if people are genuinely interested in reading it! it’ll be a really great way to advertise certain roleplayers for that month and give insight into their character, their background, y’know, whatever! along with things of interest that we find and take note of that come up often in rp. we think it’ll be a lot of fun and are really excited for this idea! what do you guys think?? tell us what you think!
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Nasty.
First person to put a ┼ in my inbox gets to be my boyfriend/girlfriend for a week.
What if ya a hairstylist? Then it’s your job to shove your hands into strangers hair.
{` his throat almost hurt from how loud he scoffed and it was the accessory to a long and slow eye roll, the white of his eyes appearing for more than half of a second at the other's conclusion } Well that's obvious and you sure as hell aren't a hairstylist. So: keep your fucking fingers out of my hair. {` the corner of his mouth quirked into half a smile as he stared at the other, quiet for a moment as he analyzed } You might need one though.
*he chewed on his lip nervously at the other’s dry laugh, not quite understanding what exactly was so funny, his body cringed softly as the dry laugh echoed in his ear, nodding softly as he stared into the other’s eyes* Yes, it is, I try to keep it up anyway.
{` his own playful expression fell and he scoffed to himself, resting his crossed arms over his abdomen--not exactly knowing what to say to the other now that he was at a loss for words only from the way the other's mood shift so quickly} What; already broken?
The boy quietly approached the other, bowing his head deeply as he reached him, pushing back his shyness to speak up. "Ah, hello.. I see that you're an artist.. right? I'm actually needing some inspiration, I'm in a bit of a slump right now..."
The music pressed into his ears nearly drowned out the sound of the faint voice but the estranged male in front of him made him lift a curious brow. Gently, he tugged the bud from his ear, gaze slowly following the contour of the man as he spoke until he finished speaking; it was blatant that his interest is heightened when he registers that the topic of the conversation is about art. With one last glance at the open sketchbook on his lap he smiles, genuinely because the warmth is read so easily behind his gaze--heavy lidded eyes making his appearance seem lazy and goofy every time the corners of his eyes creased along with his crooked smile. "I am--oh? What kind of slump and what kind of art?" He asked, sitting up slightly giving him a more attentive appearance and he wrinkled his nose, empathizing with the other and understanding that a creative block was always the worst kind.
hammiexai replied to your post: hammiexai said:Hi, I'm Ai! It's n...
Keisuke. Oh, I really like that name. I’m sorry, I’m trying to think up an interesting topic for conversation, but I’m bad at it.
{` he nods his head once more to confirm that it is indeed his name and he scrunches up his nose slightly when she speaks } The conversation was just fine but now that you've mentioned that you're bad at it, it only makes the conversation bad. {` he rose both eyebrows and gave a shake of his head, attempting to soften his words before he opens his mouth again } Don't worry so much. Ai-- {`he repeats and narrows his eyes in thought before he flickers his gaze to hers } Are you Japanese?
Hi, I'm Ai! It's nice to meet you. Lots of people say that if you ever want to talk, stop by. I mean it though, alright?
{` he gave a short nod of his head in response to her words, making an effort to remember her name and to link that to her face to save for later } Mh, my name is Keisuke--the offer is kind.
Reblog if you’d like 3 messages from a curious anon.
Well I’m a patient person, I could eventually get there *he nods softly and smiles, pulling his hand away* Plus… My spirit is hard to break?
{` he suppressed the sneer that so desperately wanted to form on his plush lips at the sound of the other's persistence--although it did give him something to do, it was quite bothersome; he let out a dry laugh as his gaze shifted from the tall male's head down to his feet } Oh is it, really? {` his tone seemed insincere--he wasn't even aware if he was being genuine or not, it was an afterthought, really. }
[ thank y'all for giving my muse a chance!!! come in this inbox or give me y'all aims and we can plot and alla that or just talk n be wild pos ( pieces o shit ) tbh ]
xchoixminho replied to your post:xchoixminho replied to your post:To me… Well...
*he chuckled softly and pat the other’s shoulder* Well… I suppose it can’t get that bad right?
{` he slowly inched away from the friendly pat on his shoulder, uncomfortable with the gesture but he lifted his shoulders in a slow shrug } Depends on how much spirit you've got.
xchoixminho replied to your post:To me... Well you're a stranger but you seem friendly enough
Well, you’re a stranger until I learn more about you I’ll pretend you’re friendly *chuckles*
Don't set yourself up for disappointment. {` he attempted a small smile but the outcome was a bit of a grimace instead--most likely the result of his own body letting him know that a grin would've been quite phony }
keisuketranslation — ❝ don’t you dare. ❞
vivian inhaled the dark matter of her cigarette, her eyes staring at him as he spoke, and she offered a nonchalant shrug. tossing the butt to the side and stomping on it, she turned and spared him one more glance before starting to walk, her words quiet.
❝ you have no right to tell me what i should and should not do.. not anymore. ❞
His lips curled into a sneer as he eyes the woman in front of him. His chest was hot with seething anger, jaw tight with the weight of his own grating irritation as she spoke--he nearly hated the way the words sounded coming from her tongue; he felt the urge to shove them back past her lips but he settled for a verbal refute, "And you actually believe I will sit here and listen to you when you're crossing my boundaries?" A snort roughened by disgust as he watched her figure turned from him. "You aren't shit, Vivian, don't let liars fool you into thinking you're anything but that," his words tasted like venom but his chest felt light with relief as he felt the burning desire to prick her ego ever so slightly--at least if she thought she was going to walk away from him.
