❈ 鹿島 遊

Like something out of a DREAM: silver-soft cerulean petals, b r e a t h colored with the grace of a natural prince, always . . . not really . . . usually - like something out of a d r e a m. { indie yuu kashima RP blog from gekkan shoujo nozaki-kun / anime/manga!canon - hover over stars for more info. } PAGINATION LINKS AREN'T WORKING!

[rifleweeb]

みかんもち＠お仕事募集中

[uncouthboy]

     He’s frustrated. His visit to the coffee shop had only one reason behind it: writing.        According to the other English majors, coffee shops overwhelmed writers with      muse. BULLSHIT. He’s been sitting here for the past half hour with a blank word      document on his laptop screen and a cup of coffee he has no interest in drinking.      In a feeble attempt to find something to write about, he turned towards the stranger      closest to him.  ❝ Do you mind giving me a writing prompt? ❞  

[kxshima]

  She's relaxed. Amid soft, swirling aromas of sweetened creams and espressos,   the feeling came without question, since she's chosen the ideal place to steal a    secret sip of honeyed milk, mid-school day. Dewy skin surely absorbing gaseous   molecules of caffeine, the scent of which would undoubtedly coax punishment from    her senpai when she meets him next & he realizes exactly where she's been ( or   rather, where she hasn't been )———but for now, now  she is  r e l a x e d.                    A voice, her ears acknowledge.   Advice?  Her ears ACKNOWLEDGE.                ❝     No     -    y e s !                                                                                          ——What are you writing?  ❞

[sweetlastlovesong]

Happy Birthday | mery [pixiv] 

[kxshima]

`  W H O O S H  -- 

-- the influence of silence, profound and formidable upon nobility's entrance, is undeniable in its strength as the palace's gilded doors boom open, whisking in power equal to the billowing of Prince Kashima Katsuro's red cape. Appearances are of the utmost importance in this impression, since successful diplomacy between the Yuu and Wittchen kingdoms was completely dependent on how seriously their representatives portr----                                                                                ❝ Heh~  ❞                                                                                               .     .     .           .  .  . she  giggles.          Kashima GIGGLES, its foolishly bubbly sound resonating throughout the rooms,          causing heads formerly bowed submissively in her direction to lift - h e s i t a n t,          unsure of whether such a ridiculous noise could truly have come from the steel-          like lips of the honorable, courageous Prin----                                                                                  ❝ So, what now?  ❞                                                                                               .     .     .        ----a sentence that had failed to be whispered,        yet nonetheless proved to the court of Yuu ( who had traveled along as Kashima's        advising council ) that their mission - to trick the Wittchens into believing that the        real Yuu Katsuro, Kashima's twin older brother, was here to negotiate peace and        prevent an oncoming war  -  would  be  a  c h a l l e n g e  indeed.

[seabearhugs]

@apdpfl05

[yokaihalfling-deactivated201507]

Hiyori had just gotten back into her physical body when she noticed that she must have ran in an unfamiliar direction while chasing that ayakashi; because when she came to after dusting off the dirt from her skirt, she had somehow made her way to another school. Their uniforms were a different color than hers, and even styled differently. She wouldn’t get in trouble for this, would she?

Just then, a person with short, pretty blue hair walked by, a horde of girls following them wherever they went. No one else was around to ask, as all their attention was focused on that single person. Were they popular, perhaps? Maybe they were nice enough to show her around.

”Um, excuse me!” Hiyori shouted over the squealing of the girls, pushing through them as she reached for the sleeve of the center of attention.

”Can you tell me what school I’m at? I think I got lost while looking for something.”

[kxshima]

Bubbling youth encircling the pale-toned Prince, giggles lit a dynamic ring of feminine energy around themselves as the glimmering bundle traveled down the school hallway, nonsensically, yet not the least bit lacking in high spirits. The long-legged being of their admiration was untouched, except for the soft whispers warming her body, her princesses already speaking excitedly of after school plans and dates - if Kashima could spare a moment, of course!—which she always, always could. ❝ But will they even have Kashima’s favorite pudding? ❞              ❝ How much will a movie cost tonight? ❞      ❝ Don’t students get a disco— ❞   ❝ We haven’t gone to karaoke in a wh— ❞        ❝ No, Aiko! ❞                                   ❝ Don’t bring that up, Aiko! ❞    ❝ What the hell, Aiko?! ❞                                                             ❝ Aiko, no! ❞       Perhaps it had been the change of air ( or the fact that glares had been mercilessly       shot towards poor Aiko ), but before Kashima was allowed to sweetly direct forgiving       features and a cool, soothing voice at the bickering girls  -  fingers had tugged at her       uniform,  a  stranger  having  suddenly  accessed  the  Prince’s  full   ATTENTION.

Peculiar.  .  .   c u t e,  the new stranger seemed.  .  .

❝ Roman Academy——and  l o s t ?                  If anything, I was the lost one before setting                  my weary gaze upon your guiding  l i g h t.  ❞

[weebirb-blog]

                   + kxshima

[kxshima]

" ᵂᵉ’ʳᵉ ᵉᵛᵃᶜᵘᵃᵗᶦᶰᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖʳᵉᵐᶦˢᵉˢ ⁻⁻ ʸᵒᵘ ᶰᵉᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᶫᵉᵃᵛᵉ ᶰᵒʷ, ᵐ’ᵃᵐ ⋅”

              Immersed in glutinous indulgence, the pastel green                hue of her pistachio parfait trickles down a corner                of  Kashima's  thin  lips — her mouth held agape,                perturbed  not  at  all  by  his  ominous  aura  but                      rather  by  the  prospect  of   l i v i n g.  .  .

                                ❝ Without JELLY? ❞

[kxshima]

❈ 鹿島 遊     -    Like something out of a dream. . .

                                indie   •    rp  all  styles   (   chats,  novella,  etc.   )                             accepted  •  crossover  /  au  friendly !  •  no  hard                             triggers,   yet   all   will   be   tagged   •   multi-ship

                 > SCHOOL     > THE PRINCE     > FLIRT     > SCRIPT   > STAGE

[kxshima]

      さぼりんぐ hoW ArrE YOU ALL StILL HERE???       wowza, this is such a pleasant surprise! i took an       unexpected hiatus - mostly because school and it's       almost time for us to take our SATs, so yikesss! -      but i've been missing rp-ing + kashima + gekkan anD          ——  WHY DID I THINK I COULD SAY GOODBYE SO EASILYY??                                    this  new  tumblr  is way 2 hella strange.  so  while  i  gather                           my bits together, i'd just like to say THANKS TO THA YOU                           for being around and i bless thee w kashima kisses to come.

[kxshima]

❝ Phew! ❞                                                Strands of cerulean flicking from face,                                  an exclamation heaves from jubilant breath. . .

                           ❝ This sure gets troublesome after a while. ❞                                                                                        (    dressing  as  the                                               PRINCE OF CATTLE                                             on her birthday, that is   )

[sany32-deactivated20210109]

鹿島 | Tina [pixiv] 

[kouugyokuus-deactivated20141230]

by: mery

※Permission to upload this was given by the artist. please don't remove the source

[icosplayi]

[kxshima]

Cosplay:

Kashima Yu / Gekkan Shoujo Nozaki-kun by Reika

[kashimaxno-blog-blog]

kxshima   |   shy-flower-prince  |   empressblendy

     Never again, he’d told himself, am I going to pull an all-nighter again. Despite the fact that last time, the end result hadn’t been all that bad, the student was certain that dozing off just like that once more would surely end in something worse. However, A dead-line was a dead-line, and he couldn’t leave Nozaki hanging, so he’d spent the entirety of the last night working on backgrounds, just to be gradually slipping away on a bench just outside the school during break time, until he had fallen asleep altogether.

[kxshima]

      Lengthy strides elegantly bounding across corridors, Kashima takes her sweet, short voyage ( from the 1st-floor restrooms and vending machines ) back towards the Drama Club. Clad in the pristine costuming of her Princely persona, she's definitely a sight to mark out, in contrast to the ordinary interior of her school. The can of coffee, wrapped by her thin, pale fingers ( nails chipped only minutes before, as she was helping another student actor practice his sword-fighting in the empty club-room), is the only external sign that suggests her own slight fatigue for the afternoon.                Her tiredness wasn't important.               ---not when she was needed by her colleagues.                             The girl rubs an eye, and emits a soft yawn from an                  open mouth, however it does nothing but drop  w i d e r when her            sight zones in on a picture too perfect for her to possibly comprehend.         Hori-chan-senpai.  .  .

                        .  .  . s l e e p i n g !       Shortening the distance between the two students, in a remarkable speed, she comes close to her beloved President's peaceful, resting face, not noticing how incredibly invasive her nearness actually is----but the crinkle of his nose.  .  .  the faint blush tinging tan cheeks---- it's all too much to bear ! A  ❝ SQUEE~ ❞ falls into the older boy's ears, her excitement beyond riled and impossible to contain.

[kurisu004]

By: mery

[heiwa-awieh]

Gekkan Shojo Nozaki-kun!-Halloween version *^*

[wakamaxxu-deactivated20150117]

Not surprisingly, he didn’t understand.

    Now, the athlete knew that his school     was a bit strange. He didn’t think it was     too strange. They had the average people     you would be able to find in all schools.     The athletes, the artisans, the dramatics,     the bookworms, the otakus, the popular     people. That wasn’t too bad. If anything     it was to be expected. No, it was the     individual people that gave him that     impression.

    He could go through the list of all the     strange people. But there was one right     in front of him.

                 Yu Kashima               Prince of the School

     One of the ‘stranger’ ones. Well, he      probably wouldn’t call her strange.      Interesting, sure. Popular, yes. Even      overwhelming. It wasn’t just once when      he compared the overflowingly      confident female in prince tones to an      actual prince-like character in manga.      He just knew the female population viewed      the azure colored individual as such.      Even some of the men. He vaguely      recalled an incident when he had been      trampaled by the the Prince’s fans who      had been rushing to cover her with      their umbrellas. A shiver.

"NOT TODAY!"

     Not today? So it was done before. That      was something that sometimes broke      that prince persona. Hori-senpai, a      sometimes violent, yet reliable senpai, was      tasked of keeping Kashima in line through      any means necessary. But today, it      wasn’t him. Who else? More importantly,      why was she still there?

     ”Do you need…help?”            She had to.

[kxshima]

    Perception differs, depending on the type of eye peering at the     world according to its own, properly unique outlook. Either blessing     or curse, Kashima's viewpoint is heavily confounded by the influences     of both bias and generalities : which results in a character that completely     transcends expectancy——one minute she plays her chivalrous role to     the perfect key, the next she comfortably allows her curtain of composure     to clumsily drop as quickly as it had risen in all of its sparkle-tastic glory.     It's a sudden switch that flips naturally, and - frankly - unconsciously.     The very reason, some say, for why she's managed to survive for so      long without setting fire to the school as a  c l a s s i c  consequence of      misunderstandings. She's prevented a trail of irredeemable disaster      from following behind her  e r r a t i c  steps thanks to her pure.  .  .                                                                                                  whole-hearted.  .  .                                                                                                  unadulterated.  .  .     To be eccentric, without losing a bit of her                                            LUNACY.     charm, is an accomplishment she happens to achieve time     and time again. If anything, the skill must be engraved in the platinum     wiring of her spirit. It's also why, when Wakamatsu offers his assistance,     Kashima's irises  d i l a t e, and her body springs out of the shrubbery, onto     her two feet. The girl's features ( sporting a mix of tiny cuts + sticky, dewy     leaves ) twist, along with her face, in emotion, voice ringing out into the     school's courtyard ——                                     ❝   Help?

          Nozaki would  l o v e  to hear that !

  Do you weigh less than I do?                    Maybe he won't need a cart to——                                           OH, HE COULD CARRY YOU                                                          IN THE AIR ALL DAY !  ❞         (  Take that Umetarou!                                                                             Kashima isn't a useless                                                                                         kouhai, after all!  )