#musemade

[rottingkiss]

first of all you’re nothing but a trashy hoe 😌, second of all u suck dick 🤢👋, and third of all you’re not a boss ass bitch you’re a boss ass trashy hoe ☺️

[temporalobjects]

❤️ iwai and Travis

Pocky Day

"No."

Since the confectionary came with two packets, it was sufficient to have one foiled package of the biscuits sticks to them both. He expected to get an ear-full of complaints and whinging rather soon, but he deserved to enjoy his pocky alone, and in peace.

[temporalobjects]

@musemade​ asked for a tsundere treatment!

“What are you talking about? You have like a hundred anime figurines. How would I know where they are?” Iwai brushed him off with an unimpressed look in his eyes. Actually, he perfectly knew where those Ensemble Stars plastic cast with skimpy schoolgirl outfits had disappeared to. Beheaded and buried in the sandpit at a playground a few neighbourhoods away - that’s what the otaku gets for spending 5 hours gushing over them when there was a real human person to talk to instead. Not that he wanted someone to talk to, of course.

[temporalobjects]

› "your skin’s really smooth…" / Travis and iwai uwu

The way Iwai shuddered from the sudden caress upon his waist (beneath his shirt, mind you) might remind one of how cats bristle from head to toe from shock. Swiftly he shoved Travis' hand back, eyes wide and face understandably flushed. "Hey, I'm not one of your half naked anime figurines that you can randomly feel up, ok!"

[temporalobjects]

Snatches the magazine iwai was reading almost immediately upon arrival, before skimming through it briefly, “why the hell do you read such boring shit, man?” Travis casually tosses it behind him and across the room. “Especially when your favorite customer is here in the flesh! I’m basically keeping this place alive, y’know; at least acknowledge my existence!”

Before Iwai could protest the magazine was snatched from his hand, and just as swiftly the material abandoned. With a slight look of exasperation he looked up at the intruder, met with the piercing blue eyes behind tinted sunglasses. "What do you mean... there's nothing here that would interest an otaku like you. Shouldn't you be hanging out in Akihabara?" he crossed the counter to retrieve the magazine that had been rudely thrown away. "Here I am, acknowledging your existence. Want some tea?"

[temporalobjects]

@musemade​​

“It’s the last lollipop, how are we supposed to share it?”

[xyumeni]

@musemade​ // starter call

“...I’m not really interested, sorry.”

[aliabdl]

[ look ] for your muse to catch mine staring / deoksu

Deok su would look his way often. well, more like their way. Him and his team. He would stare at them with such hatred. A hard glare, piercing through them. So.. Why is this one so different?

Ali couldn't tell what deok su was trying to Do. his stare was softer, he was not glaring. He was simply looking at him. as soon as ali looked into his eyes, he turned his head away. He never did that before. Infact, he would do his best to be noticed by them so he can glare into their eyes. He would try to intimidate them the best he could. So.. Why??Something is.. Different...