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ROLEPLAYER APPRECIATION TIME: IT’S TIME TO TELL SOME OF YOUR FAVORITE BLOGS THAT YOU ACKNOWLEDGE, AND APPRECIATE THEIR WORK; LET THEM KNOW THAT YOU LOVE THEM. SPREAD THE LOVE TO 10 OF YOUR FAVORITE BLOGS, AND IF YOU DON’T HAVE 10, THEN JUST SPREAD IT TO THE NEXT 10 ON YOUR DASH ♥
Thank you precious ♥
“ That’s so cute! “ ... [ hullo luvley ! Ｏ(≧∇≦)Ｏ ]
… @daezzle.
Upon hearing the lad’s claim, a faint, skeptical look strikes her visage, one that is visible enough for him to quirk his eyebrows, perhaps out of mere curiosity. Within her grip was a drawing sheet, a few strokes visible on its surface that of which fairly resembles a sketch of something that even Jinkyung herself can’t distinguish. Her pet dog, Cap, with the concept of spring as its backdrop was supposed to be the outcome but much to her dismay, it didn’t go as planned. “Don’t lie to me!” As if the evident expression didn’t suffice to feign displeasure, she allows a certain portion of her features to distort – her nose and forehead, specifically, scrunching and creasing respectively. “I bet you don’t even know what this is…”
ROLEPLAYER APPRECIATION TIME: IT’S TIME TO TELL SOME OF YOUR FAVORITE BLOGS THAT YOU ACKNOWLEDGE, AND APPRECIATE THEIR WORK; LET THEM KNOW THAT YOU LOVE THEM. SPREAD THE LOVE TO 10 OF YOUR FAVORITE BLOGS, AND IF YOU DON’T HAVE 10, THEN JUST SPREAD IT TO THE NEXT 10 ON YOUR DASH ♥
✧ ― note from the writer.
❝ Can I stay? ❞ ... [ helluuu !! ( ＾∇＾) ]
terry looks up from his readings, curiously tilting his head to the side. “sure, why not?” he stops tapping his pen against the table. “sorry, i’m – a little distracted. but we can do whatever you want.” he punctuates this with a toothy, albeit slightly sheepish grin.
@daezzle
@daezzle called for a starter !
10:25 am.
sms ↪ yongsun; Im sorry i can’t today sms ↪ yongsun; I’ve got work to do sms ↪ yongsun; is it important?
☆ ┇He felt a little bit bad over not being able to spend some time with him since it’s been a while. But his work came first this time. He hadn’t been working for a long time, about 2 months. He missed it and of course he missed his friend.
10:58 am.
sms ↪ yongsun; Dont be mad bro.
[text] Are you sure there’s no monsters?
super text list ( texts from last night inspired ).current status: not accepting! written for @daezzle.
「 SMS. → YONGSUN 」 monsters? i don’t know..
「 SMS. → YONGSUN 」 i’ll say no for now. i don’t think you need to worry about monsters.
「 SMS. → YONGSUN 」 …wait– why is this even coming up?
(ﾉ･ｪ･)ﾉ "😍"
send me a 😍 and i’ll find a picture of your muse’s faceclaim. current status: not accepting! written for @daezzle.
❛ let’s see. i changed my mind about the original favorite picture, but i believe this one is my final choice! ❜
@daezzle liked this for a starter ✧
The artist sits with a dazed stare ; dark eyes looking out over the skyline of Kyoto. A watercolored sky meeting the jagged building tops – scraping against the clouds as if they were built to paint the sky. He’s tired, and the bags under his eyes are enough to mirror that point. When he manages to pull his gaze from the view he feels almost disoriented. Blurry gaze moving over the various white sheets sprawled out before him in the house he’s been renting. There had been a reason for coming to Japan after all, though he found himself more focused on being home than anything.
Thin fingers dance along the pages he’s finished, lifting them to examine. The trip was focused around a collaboration with another mangaka ; Eun Yongsun . Another he admired, and someone he had been looking forward to working with. He had been in Japan under a week, yet he had already completed more ideas and sketches than he had expected. He gathers them into a small pile before setting them aside on the kitchen table. The table resembled more of a war zone than anything ; scattered with prints and sketches - - boxes full of utensils and stacks of paper. Over prepared would have described the scene, yet Shou continued to worry he was missing something. He lifts his phone finally before scrolling through the contacts before texting Yong-Sun.
[ 용선 : ] You can stop by whenever you’d like.
[ 용선 : ] I have everything set up so we can get to work.
[ 용선 : ] I’ll order some food after you get here.
