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[chillin-at-partys-bar]

Send me ♕ to bump into my muse at a masquerade ball @ryuusake asked: ♕ - Shanks

It was either his sixth or seventh drink of the night and the buzz was starting. Out of the corner of his eye he could see through Beck's blue mask into his own golden one a searing glare. In response, Shanks simply lifted his drink and gave a nod before downing it.

They were supposed to pretend to not know each other, this whole ordeal was merely information gathering. The ball itself one with quite a few big wigs ignoring the idea of a masque meaning anonymity. When you got rich people with imagined importance and mixed some liquor and pissing contests, there was quite a bit that they would spill.

The crew had been too busy lately - running around, trying to stop shit from going down, watching the seams of the world unravel as the younger generation made names for themselves and made the elders uncomfortable. Shanks welcomed the change.

But he felt bad for his crew, things were too serious. So he was listening for hints of treasure that may be buried. Some adventure that they may go on that didn't involve marines or politics or the government. Some good ol' fashioned treasure hunting was what he was listening for. And if he heard some other bits about the world government's dealings, then so be it.

It was as he was fielding the glare and maneuvering to get another glass that he bumped into a person. His red hair was slicked back, under a tricorn hat with golden trim that matched the deep gold mask that was over his face, covering his scars. A cape was draped over his left side to hide his missing arm. All signs of who he truly was was hidden.

Except for his tendency to drink a place dry.

"Pardon me," he offered a deep, polite bow. Beckman might find him to be mocking, and he might be a little, but he was sincerely sorry for bumping into someone. "Shall I make it up to you with a drink?"

[rensake-blog]

— With a scream tearing through the air, blue light glowing dimly like a dying fish in the ocean’s depths, the world awoke to them, and they awoke to it. Anger and pain breathed into the air, [b r e a t h l e s s], Shock blue eyes seek to swallow the universe whole… A catalyst to all they meet. Breathe deep, this is only the start.

Ryuu “King” Evans , cherished by Kami. private & selective, oc & multimuse friendly. Intro & Rules, Bio, Verses, and Fun Facts. Activity: Frequent Interest Checker:Link (If on Mobile, turn Print Preview on) (Art by me. KamiLea.)

[acidicles]

world's shittiest rp memes™ ; accepting

ryuusake sent: (scanning over the complete disaster in the kitchen like a cop at a crime scene) "okay, so very obviously, there was a struggle, right."

Adorning an expression that screamed, not a single thought behind those eyes, her confidence never wavered with a shit-eating grin plastered across her mug, “what d’ya mean?” 

“I only made a tiramisu!! And I found an easy no bake recipe!”

Only a tiramisu– the kitchen behind her was an absolute wreck; for a no-bake dessert, there was various spoons used for mixing and taste testing misplaced around the room that she continuously couldn’t find, berries scattered across the floor, cream decorated the walls in a spattered design, which was artsy and awfully considerate of her– the walls were looking a little bland. The cutup head of the undesirable, leafy part of a strawberry was sticking to her left cheek, complimenting her single brain cell demeanor. There was not one, two, nor three, but five bowls, displaying her multiple attempts–and what’s that white stuff stuck to the ceiling? 

“I gotta say, I’m pretty impressed with my skills.~ You should try some.” she scattered to find her tiramisu dessert and held her rather small creation for the other to see.

[chillin-at-partys-bar]

Send me ♕ to bump into my muse at a masquerade ball @ryuusake asked: ♕ - Mercy

When she had first gotten the gown, she felt a little foolish: when would she ever be able to wear something so lovely? Her hands were often gloved, her cheeks often layered with grease and lacquer. Her long hair was pulled up tight in a braided bun.

But now, after a quiet request to one of the officers, she had been permitted to join the Captain, the First Mate, and a smattering of other crew as they infiltrated this party full of people she assumed had pedigrees.

And she got to wear her baby pink tulle gown that flowed with asymmetrical layers, looking a bit like the waves of the sea as they crawled up the beach. Her top was ruched into a soft sweetheart neckline, delicate ribbons of fabric laid on her shoulders in bows for sleeves that were more for decoration than function. It had been the most gorgeous dress she had ever seen, and she couldn't have ever afforded it. But one of the other shipwrights must have seen her sighs at the window, because the next thing she knew it was hers.

On her face was a simpler mask than either the Captain or the First Mate. She wasn't really as concerned about concealing her identity - who would even care much about who she was? She had a bounty, sure, but it was so small compared to those who sailed on the ship she cared for.

Her mask was baby pink and silver, but not the good silver that adorned the First Mate's mask. She had been too nervous this night to speak with anyone, and so she stayed back, questioning the buffet table and accepting its answers of strawberries and fancy hors d'oeuvres.

It was probably her sixth or seventh plate, piled with snacks as she roamed through the ballroom. She was trying to eat polite - it wasn't often she could pretend she was a proper lady - but her eyes were affixed to the rather nicely shaped posterior of a much richer man and the bosom of a much richer woman when she felt herself hit something solid, her food falling.

With horror she realized she had bumped into not something, but someone. "Oh my! Ah'm so sorry, ah just-" she glanced back at the woman and the man and tried to think of a polite way to say what had happened but what came out was, "Ah was just distracted by that pretty lady's fine tits and that gentleman's lovely ass."

[rensake-blog]

Hey, Kami here! I know, name changes can be annoying. This blog was formerly known as ryuusake!

But I decided I should keep the url rensake (even if it's taken now by a random user XD) and just add -blog at the end for anyone seeking me out in the future.

I've moved over to @sovereigntism for about a month now, so I will be on that blog. Please do tag that account in your replies to my rps, and I apologize for the inconvenience.

Also!! My discord is linked over there. I will add all who request an add, but please do mention who you are if you can. I prefer mutuals only to add me. <3

Any further posts on this blog are just to archive things for my own interests, not to rp Ren again. If you want to read Ren content please check #Mama.RenEvans over on the new blog.

[queenharumiura]

GET TO KNOW NEO

name — Neo and on some other blogs An-chan

pronouns— She/her

preferred comms — I get webhooks alerts to replies and asks, and tumblr very rarely alerts me to ims, but it is available to those who prefer communications via tumblr. Discord is the most reliable.

name of muse — Haru Miura on this blog and many more that i'm too lazy to list out on other blogs.

experience in RP — Around 16 years I think. Crazy as it is, I started out on Quizilla when you used to be able to message people. Then I moved to a proboards site when a friend invited me to join one she created. Was there for a long time. Dabbled a bit in RP'ing with a group on DeviantArt. Did a bit of skype rp from there. Then I moved to tumblr rp. I may have attempted to dabble in discord RP and ye- it's not exactly for me, but I can do it. I hate feeling limited though.

best experiences— Any iteration of: "You know, you made me change my mind on how I see Haru." Truly, the biggest serotonin boost I'd ever need in life. This is my goal in life. What I aspire to do with my writing. Not RP, but I got a Haru hater to like Haru after reading a few of my fics years back. You thought you were going to hate read and give hate? Jokes on you, I OPENED YOUR EYES.

pet peeves/dealbreakers — If you've reposted fanart without credit nor permission and i've talked to you about it and you dismissed my concerns about reposting fanart, i'll instantly block you. It's in my rules for a reason. Tho- I suppose that's just breaking my rules so maybe it doesn't count as a dealbreaker?

Not necessarily a peeve but more of a turn off, but I really don't like it when someone has the repeat energy of 'No one would want to rp with me, I don't see why I bother,' 'Did anyone miss me? No? Okay' etc. It probably sounds petty of me, but I don't like it. It dismisses the efforts of those who have been trying to connect to you, and I come onto tumblr to have fun, so I don't want to come here and feel bogged down. The energy actually disheartens me and brings my own mood down because I end up sympathizing with them too much. For the sake of my own mentality, I end up distancing myself.

muse preference ( fluff, angst, smut ) — I enjoy fluff and angst a lot. Smut... depends... on the muse... and relationships... and how comfortable I am with the mun. I'm big shy in general so it can take time to warm me up to talking about smut in regards to muses. Once I'm used to talking to you about it and i'm comfortable with you, i'm pretty open about it. Truly, I'm big on troll humor though, so crack humor kinda threads really have my heart. If you wanna talk smut with me, you gotta be the one to bring it up because 99.5% of the time, it won't be me bringing it up first.

IF we aren't shipping, then you better hope one day I even reblog a risque meme for you to inquire about it. I'm a lil wary about talking about it to begin with.

plot or memes — Plots, as some of us know that i'm not very keen on memes as my relationship with the inbox is not positive. Still working on it though, one blog at a time. Memes are fun when i'm in the mood for them. This goes for reblogging them or sending in to people.

long or short replies — Both are fine with me, and both are great in their own right. Long ones are nice as they give you a lot to explore but it also takes a while to reply to and it can tire me out. Short threads are short and simple. They're nice, and then you get me being suddenly inspired and whoops- suddenly it's a long thread. (short replies = 3 paragraphs in my mind).

best time to write — I'm finding myself to be more active in the night hours, so the PMs. I do tend to be high inspiration in the AMs, but i'm usually at work or low energy. So that's when I spend the time thinking of what i'll write and then stow those ideas for when I do have the energy.

are you like your muse?: I've been told that I'm very much like Haru, and it's mostly in some habits, i'd say. Haru is a way better human than I am. Fit for life. I, a dehydrated prune is not fit for life. We both share our troll heart, our tendency for conspiracy thoughts, dramatics, speaking in third person and such. Basically, consider me the unhealthy introvert AU for Haru.

Tagged by: @ryuusake

Tagging: I don't tag

[reemeant]

YO! It's been literally over half a decade! So- I just wanted to drop by and say- Please follow me on @ryuusake if you want to rp again. Or if you just want to get my discord, following me, or sending in an ask will get my attention. Thank you! Be safe, friends.

Link to Ryuusake.

[whiskeysmulti]

King was a little bit curious, that's all~

Bingo Card- no longer accepting!

"First vertical column, diagonal, fourth vertical column, and both middle horizontal columns, that's five bingos. You're definitely my type."