#mitsu murata

[devilsrains]

stage eroica:

mitsu murata as major klaus von dem eberbach

[bishonenspit]

stage klausisms

[profqlasses]

Bungo Stray Dogs the Movie: BEAST Cast’s Comments × 16-Day Countdown

[sushishouta]

Cast photos from the official site for Dead Apple Stageplay - everyone be looking fine as hell tho ✨

http://bungo-stage.com/cast.html

舞台『文豪ストレイドッグス　DEAD APPLE』 公式サイト

舞台『文豪ストレイドッグス　DEAD APPLE』

[secretly-public]

Kanda Sayaka is a fucking piece of shit as a human being and should never ever be forgiven for what she did to Murata Mitsu.

[save-the-data]

34/? Japanese Butai/Musical actor

Mitsu Murata ( 村田充, Murata Mitsu)  

Part One

[norihisahyuga-archived]

"You’re quite beautiful yourself. Let me get a better look at that mind.”

[ask-marine-mitsu]

"The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides." Such a soothing voice comes from a younger male sitting a few seats down from the half fishman woman. He was taller, but looked to be younger with a black three piece suit and a red silk scarf around his neck. He had small glasses with a red book in his grasp. A pen in his right hand as he dabs the pen on the page of a book. (@blackheart-pirate)

@blackheart-pirates

Mitsu was, currently at least, sitting on a bench with one leg crossed over the other. She was flipping through a small leather-bound tome of her own, one may assume her to be a young lady of sorts, judging from the set of fashionable clothes she wore. Currently, Mitsu was in no mood to be discovered as a Marine, for a number of reasons really, not least of which was the wanted man who sat right next to her. Over the years she had become quite good at undercover work, few honestly assumed her to be a marine given her gills, and quite frankly, breasts. It was incredible how few ranked female marines there were, but she was one of them, and for quite a good reason.

The Rear Admiral was many things, she was strong, intelligent, calm, beautiful, and most importantly during this exact moment: sick and tired of hearing poetry quoted at her. If she had a single beri for each time some random half-educated man or woman tried to flirt with her using quotes from poets, novels, and movies she would’ve been able to afford half the Grand Line, of that she was certain. However, this was not a day during which she could allow a single moment of this annoyance to come through. Instead of rolling her eyes as she so desperately wished to, she allowed her lips to curve into a smile, her eyes to grow distant and fond, bringing to mind a much better memory than this. 

“I believe that was from Hepburn wasn’t it? Are you a fan of her works?” From the corner of her eyes she looked towards the well-dressed man, allowing her smile to grow ever so slightly. This was not a time to rush with things, it was a time to be calm, collected, and later she could figure out how hard she wanted to punch this idiots lights out.