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m. kaoru // rp // literate para // mun/muse 21+ // nsfw will be tagged

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[mtmnkaoru]

i owe a bunch of replies ( @933005, @gxdfreygxo, @eviexasc, @zvnnen @shinkawaxai amongst them and i’m sorry if i missed anyone else! i will dilligently go through my notifs soon) but midterm season has hit like a bullet train and i have been uncreative and rather dysfunctional for the past week or so. i will be back soon! in the meantime, have a panda.

[melisica]

[mtmnkaoru]

[wordsnquotes]

She has the power to both possess and shatter my entire universe, that is all.

Friedrich Nietzsche, Selected Letters  (via wordsnquotes)

[jshvrpe]

Christian Dada Autumn/Winter 2013

[roleplayaskmemes]

Frienship starter sentences!

“You’re my best friend, you’re supposed to tell me when I’m dating an asshole.”

“Bro-date, just you me and some nachos.”

“As your friend I’m allowed to tell you when you’re being an ass and you’re being an ass.”

“Remember that time we pretended we were dating because that creep wouldn’t leave you alone? Good times.”

“You’re not alone, you’ve got me.”

“Only you would find my offensive jokes funny.”

“I’ll be your wingman!”

“I know what you need, ice cream and a bad movie!”

“No wonder people think we’re a couple, we eat pizza naked together.”

“Please don’t tell anyone, I trust you.”

“Don’t push me away, you’re my best friend.”

 “You’ve told me that story twenty times already.”

“You’re such a bitch/jerk, it’s a good job you buy me food.”

“Someone was talking smack about you, long story short I spent a night in a cell.”

“I’m only saying this because we’re friends, you can do so much better.”

“They think we’re together, I think we should play along.”

“No homo, but I love you like I love pizza.”

“I know we’re not kids, but I really think we should have a sleepover.”

“Are you eating my food?”

“Ugh, I can’t stay mad at you.”

“You borrowed this three months ago, can I have it back?”

[superpringle]

Rockstar

[superpringle]

I really do need to track down more tiny instruments. Does anyone know where I could buy some? I’d love a keyboard or a saxophone.

[staff]

Someone get this man a tiny saxophone. We will all prosper. It’s for the greater good. 

[mtmnkaoru]

[mtmnkaoru]

Christian Dada show in Ginza today. I also went to a Spanish restaurant called Siesta! It was a good day~

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Traveling.

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[ reunion ]

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She nodded excitedly in response to his invitation and trailed after him through the entrance into the stadium. Kaoru walked a couple of steps behind - taking in his confident stance and relaxed footsteps and he led her through the different areas. “You know, I never imagined that you would be someone that was homeschooled. You always seemed so confident and sociable with people,” she commented, shrugging as she caught up to him with a quick jog. “I only came to Tokyo for high school, actually, I moved from Osaka. I can somewhat relate, I think. My team definitely made me feel really welcomed. Also - marine biologist, really?” She added the last question with surprise, as they walked onto the main playing field. It was a massive space, and she took it in with her mouth open and eyes wide. “Wow - it’s different seeing this from this perspective. Is this what you see everytime you walk out onto the field?” She couldn’t possibly have imagined him as a marine biologist - as he strode onto the field ahead of her, he seemed to fit in too well with the surroundings. 

A short distance away, she spotted a stray ball, and she walked over to pick it up, tossing it from hand to hand before clumsily dropping it back onto the grass. She picked it back up with a sheepish grin, and asked, “If you teach me how to make a proper pitch, I’ll show you my studio at school! I have a few works in progress up…”

[933005]

“Contrary to popular belief, I was very anxious and self-conscious. Since I never really had friends, I didn’t know whether or not my personality would … gel or mesh with others. Luckily, I turned out to be an okay guy, and made some friends. And now I made another one.” He alluded to her, giving the female a thumbs up as they roamed around the field. It was a refreshing sight- her reaction, not the field itself. Years ago he was in her shoes with that exact look. It was nice to see it with his own eyes; it was genuine. “Another similarity we share. Mhm, not fitting at all, I know. I couldn’t really swing a baseball at a young age so I went to the beaches a lot. I just liked being there with my feet in the water. It was interesting to me then and still is now. Think of it this way, we have only discovered less than a quarter of the species in the waters. That’s amazing!” He jogged over towards an area of the field, stretching his arms out as if to show that it was his territory, because it was. “This is my zone, between second and third base. If any ball came here, I can guarantee you that there was going to be an out. This is my territory.” 

Just as he was about to ramble on about his position, she walked off to pick up the ball. He watched her, amused once she dropped the leather. He clapped, making his way back to her, grinning. “You got yourself a deal, friend. I’ll even teach you how to bat! Soon, you’ll be able to blast that ball into the stands.” Truthfully, that wasn’t possible. Even Lucas could barely manage to strike any home runs. The distance a baseball had to travel was greatly underestimated. It wasn’t easy, but he never was one to cease with the exaggerations. It was better to encourage than discourage. 

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She laughed at his wild gesturing on the field, showing off his turf. He was playing the same position that he did in high school, she noted. Which would make him quite the professional and guardian of that turf. “Well I don’t doubt that you watch over your territory well, Lord Fukushi,” she teased with a chuckle. “Perhaps you could bless me, a lowly peasant, with your generosity and teach me thy fine art of throwing balls.” She strolled over to where the pitcher would normally stand and tried to imitate their pose, waiting for Lucas to correct or make fun of her for having exceedingly bad and comical posture. “If there’s a good aquarium in Seoul, we could go too. You can geek out about fish and I can... draw fish, I guess. I’ve never really sketched live fish before, hmm.” 

[randomitic]

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[jvslisen-blog]

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Very slowly…had he planned to come find his friend at her usual lair, Henry would have chose a day he wasn’t wearing white sneakers. He took slow, careful steps down the art department– always cluttered with old easels, stools and tables crusted with old paint and god knows what other mediums, wet or dry. Why don’t they clear the hallways out? It’s not hard to keep things organized and…clean.

The single figure standing in the middle of an empty studio had to be Kaoru, and if it wasn’t, he’d apologize later. His favorite way to greet friends was to suddenly appear in utter silence, responding to something they’d mumbled to themselves out loud. He crept inside, contorting himself around these damn easels that can’t afford to be put to the side obviously, until… “My shoe-” he got careless somehow he’d kicked a stool over as he lifted his leg, sending it topping over an easel, into another easel, and another, each one loudly creaking and clattering to the floor. He froze in an awkward pose, brows arched and eyes wide as they darted from the mess of easels to–luckily–Kaoru, pursing his lips into a line. Well obviously, he was here.

[mtmnkaoru]

Kaoru wasn’t much of a painter - sure, she could work with it, but her paint pieces always served as a supplement to her usual ball-point pen pieces. But part of the reason why she decided to come on this exchange trip to Korea was to stretch her skills anyway, and she could only bite down her frustration at this medium. She pretty much brought it upon herself. At this moment, she was fully concentrated on the canvas propped up in front of her, earphones in her ears, trying to adjust the color on a small scale on a butterfly’s wing - 

CRASH. 

She jumped - pulling her earphones out and stepping out from behind her canvas only to witness the catastrophe in front of her. Henry. Of course. Who else could it be? Despite the initial warmth and friendliness that the young man had shown her when she first arrived at the school and was lost on campus, she soon discovered that he had a knack for trouble and less-than-agreeable means of getting what he wants. But as frustrating as he was, they had become fast friends within the month or so. She pressed her lips into a thin line and raised an eyebrow at him. “Well. Be glad there weren’t artworks on those - my studiomates just moved their canvas out,” shaking her head as she spoke, walking over to pick up the easels and lean them against the wall more securely. “You could have seriously fucked up. What are you doing here anyway? Don’t you have class?”

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