Mr.Stone is my Father @lovelystevenstone - Tumblr Blog

It's called meditation, and he's doing it in the middle of the park. But it's almost he has a six sense..... For rocks.

#tc open #don't try to understand him #it's nearly impossible

Happy Valentine's Day, Toshi City

[Happy Valentine's Day, Toshi City. You guys are wonderful and I hope you all have a wonderful day today! Filled with dorky love and stuff. (and here I am silently hoping one or two of my muses get a kiss for shits and giggles). But have a good day everyone!

-blows a kiss to all residents of Toshi City-

WITH LOVE,

Kiku]

#tc vday #tc ooc #I'm also not sure why I chose to use these icons

♥ Love Song

♥ Love Song: You are suddenly filled with the urges to write love songs/poems for everyone (even if they didn’t ask for it). Declare your love in pure poetry to the next 3 people you encounter!

"May I compare the to the beauty of a cut and polished ruby?"

That’s the best you’ll get out of him, really.

#Always...#god I need my geology puns

Valentine's day was coming up and love is in the air-

Hold on.... Why is this relevant to him? He hardly goes on dates anyway.

#tc open #ic musing #Steven needs to text his dumb anonymous friend on Valentine's day

toshiboard

☁ toshi valentine’s sunday !

Inbox any of these!

♥ Hey Sweetheart: Is that your new car? Why don’t you drive it off of a cliff? Write about all the things your muse thinks about doing to mine when they’re really angry!

♥ The Lipstick On His Collar: It never seems to match mine… Has your muse ever been unfaithful? Or perhaps someone has cheated on them? Tell us about your muse’s failed relationships!

♥ Lilo: Do I annoy you? Do I offend you with my words? Tell us honestly how your muse feels about mine.

♥ Secret Crush: Does your muse have a secret crush they can’t share? Or perhaps everyone knows anyway? Tell us why they like them so much.

♥ Can You Feel The Love Tonight: Write about our muses staying home together and having a romantic dinner date. Maybe something good will happen?

♥ Please Don’t Say You Love Me: ‘Cause I might not say it back! Write a drabble about our muses saying - or avoiding saying - those 3 little words to each other.

♥ Samson: And the history books forgot about us. Write a drabble about your muse dying in my muse’s arms, or vice versa.

♥ Cassette Tape: My good friends know that I’ve never tried a boysenberry. Write a drabble about our muses getting to know each other better!

♥ Love Song: You are suddenly filled with the urges to write love songs/poems for everyone (even if they didn’t ask for it). Declare your love in pure poetry to the next 3 people you encounter!

♥ I Won’t Say (I’m In Love): At least out loud, I won’t say it… Your muse is now incredibly tsundere for the next 4 hours.

♥ Fools: What if we ruin it all and love like fools? My muse is hopelessly in love with [anon decides] for the next day.

♥ Heartbreak Hotel: Please tell your crush/beloved one that you love them, even if they know already! Your heart will feel heavy and broken until you confess.

♥ All About You: Request a Valentine’s related doodle! (Strike this through if you’re not accepting them!)

♥ I Wouldn’t Mind: Free drabble/headcanon/m!a

Special thanks to Charlotte and Tamsin who helped out with this week’s meme! Got any other great ideas for Meme Sunday? Feel free to submit anything to our trusty inbox!

#please send Steven Stone M!As

Wrong Number // Steven + Wallace

"Yes yes, I've got the number of the client. Yes it's written here on a sticky note. I've put it here! Please have more father in me, father- I'm not so forgetful you know!.... Yes... Yes sir... Father I'm twenty six, you don't have to keep telling me to eat my vegetables you know. Miss you as well..." And with the short conversation, Steven had his pen scribbling around the pale yellow sticky note. He adjusts his reading glasses for a moment before studying the number.

"This is the number..?" Silently he hoped he had gotten it right, his father was rambling on about different things, throwing himself off topic as he was addressing the numbers. Steven sighs, glancing at the time. "Is it already this late?" He shakes his head, embarrassed to have stayed up for so long. "I'll send a message- he did say it was a mobile. If he doesn't get back to me then I'll simply have to call another time."

To: Unregistered number Sent: 2/6/14 | 11:23 PM

Good evening. I'm sorry to send you a message so late, but I'm Mr.Stone of PokeNav industries and I have been alerted of a new division of your company being developed in my area. I would like to discuss business further with you- so I do hope to hear from you as soon as you possible. Thank you.

#wallacey #ic #i did the thing lace lace #and so it begins

Forgot to cook again.. // Roommates

He hasn't slept in a few days, he's been too busy building an empire around the city. For now it was meeting after meeting. After all he needed to know what was going on in the companies he had invested in. At the very least he seemed satisfied with it all. But he was tired.

Steven wasn't exactly the most social person- only when he needed to be he, and with the constant meetings with frustrating people who didn't seem to know what they were doing half the time without financial advise- he was more tired than he would like to admit. Tired, and perhaps a little hungry.

"I forgot to cook dinner again.." He mutters lowly before shifting through all the documents scattered across the dining room table. Silently glad that he and his roommates had a big enough space and wealth among themselves to keep their apartment decorated and nice. Actually, the thought of clashing designs and thoughts with both Wallace and Lance left him with a throbbing headache. Both of them were absolutely ridiculous, and sometimes impossible to deal with.

Now that he thinks about it, he doesn't remember ever assigning any chores to either of them. Well- of course they could simply hire someone to come in and do so, but Steven had severe trust issues with someone rooting around through his things. Especially with his display of precious stones- which lead him to lock his room every time he left it. And he would sooner protest the idea of hiring someone to clean their apartment versus doing it themselves.

The thought of chores seemed to strike him as funny as the lack of fantastic smelling cuisine seemed to force his stomach to growl at him. He had neglected both breakfast and lunch and it wasn't very good to go a day without at least one meal of decent proportions.

"I seem to have forgotten to start dinner again- I haven't even thought about what to make at all.." He would bounce off ideas with his roommates, since he usually cooks for three; however, it seems that he'd much rather be spontaneous. Besides- they both could be craving two very different things, and making extra would be a bit of a waste. Especially if either wasn't very found of leftovers. He sighs and stands. Gathering all his files, stuffing what was already organized into a folder and setting it back down on the couch. He'd just announce what he was making before making it. Were his roommates even home? Not that he particularly cared anyway, they ate at all hours of the day most of the time.

"Wallace! Cheren! I'll be making breaded steak today- is this alright with you?" He waited for a response by pulling ingredients from the fridge first to make a salad. "It would be nice to have help with dinner every so often too.."

#wallacey #incherentual #yes hello #Steven is back yes