Wind Boy

(This is basically the main blog for gameraramen (aka @kuggrabphone on twitter), I don't really RP this character anymore.) (Independent RP blog for Kazama Daisuke/Kamen Rider Drake from Kamen Rider Kabuto. If we're interacting for something not RP-related, catch me at my sideblog gameraramen)

[theficklewind]

Lmao, thanks bud

it's the least i could do for my homie! 😤😤

[theficklewind]

Happy Valentine’s Day!

THANK YOU FRIEND!

[theficklewind]

electrifyingnora

“That’s so cool!  You’re like a real artist!”  She exclaimed.  “That must be a lot of work though sometimes to get everything looking perfect.  I don’t have the patience for a lot of makeup, but this is awesome.” She paused for a second.  “Can you do my makeup for the dance coming up?  I’ll pay you, I’m not going to steal your services for free, but I want to feel pretty.”

Daisuke’s cheeks turned slightly redder at her gushing. As much pride as he had in his job, it was pretty rare for people to openly compliment him like this.

“Well, what can I say? I feel that there is nothing in this world more beautiful than a woman, and anything I can do to amplify that beauty is well worth the time and effort. If you want my services, I promise that I can make you look like...like a ...” He stopped for a moment, unable to continue. “...like a radiant goddess, yes.”

“Now, usually my services don’t come cheap--a premium art piece comes at a premium price--but I think I can make a special deal for a first time customer, hm?” He flashed his most winning smile as he said this last part.

[theficklewind]

( ✉ → sms ) should i get pizza or chicken wings or some burgers for dinner?

[sms]: i’m thinking wings. my wallet’s still hurting from the last time we got burgers

[theficklewind]

((I’ve got another RP blog over here if anyone’s interested. He’s not as friendly as Daisuke, but if you’re looking for some smashy-smashy punchy-punchy he can help you out.

[electrifyingnora]

“What’s in it, then?  If you don’t mind me asking…” She added hastily, peeking toward the case as if that would give away its secrets.

[theficklewind]

“Ah, well, if you’re so curious, I’ll just show you…” He knelt down to place the case on the ground with equal parts flourish and unhurried routine before he undid the latches and flipped open the lid, revealing his case to be full of an assortment of various makeups, brushes, and other such supplies.

“This,” he said as he turned to face her, “is my portable workshop.”

[electrifyingnora]

Her eyes widened as she examined the supplies and makeup that resided within the case.  “Oooh,” she gasped.  “You have an amazing selection here!”

[theficklewind]

He smiled sheepishly, as if he isn’t used to people being awed by the sheer amount of supplies he carries with him.

“Well, I am a freelance makeup artist; this is where all of my income comes from. And I pride myself on being able to make any lady look like they just walked out of a painting.” Despite his sheepish smile, his attitude made it clear he takes a lot of pride in his work.

[memesandthings]

TEXT MESSAGE STARTERS ! Send one of the prompts below to get a response from my muse.

drunk texts:

( ✉ → sms ) plea se eh elep me im drunk and i dotn know whe re i am

( ✉ → sms ) i fukcing miss yo u

( ✉ → sms ) i look so fuckigjn GOOD

( ✉ → sms ) i csnst stop throwiging up

( ✉ → sms ) fu ck you  for hurting me

( ✉ → sms ) why dotn you ever call me anymore huh

( ✉ → sms ) stop being so fuckigjn borign and coekm to my party

( ✉ → sms ) i dropped my pzziza o nt eh floror im fuckgin pissed

( ✉ → sms ) i j sut left you a 3 mintue long voicemail singing. sorry

( ✉ → sms ) even when i’m durnk ic ant sotp thinking about oyu

hateful texts:

( ✉ → sms ) you’re pathetic

( ✉ → sms ) you make me miserable

( ✉ → sms ) fuck you. delete my number.

( ✉ → sms ) you never meant anything to me, anyway.

( ✉ → sms ) fuck your apologies, you can keep them.

( ✉ → sms ) congrats on always ruining everything

( ✉ → sms ) my life would be so much easier without you.

( ✉ → sms ) and next time you feel like calling me… don’t.

( ✉ → sms ) i don’t want anything to do with you anymore.

( ✉ → sms ) if your goal was to make me hate you, then congratulations. mission accomplished.

misc/random texts:

( ✉ → sms ) i think my neighbor is an alien.

( ✉ → sms ) help me think of a name for my new dog

( ✉ → sms ) sooooo… what was your first impression of me

( ✉ → sms ) should i get pizza or chicken wings for dinner?

( ✉ → sms ) no one’s ever made me feel the way you do.

( ✉ → sms ) i borrowed your weed. hope you don’t mind.

( ✉ → sms ) why do they say drugs are bad when they make you feel so good

( ✉ → sms ) today is the oldest you’ve ever been, but the youngest you’ll ever be again…

( ✉ → sms ) [ File Attached: 001329.jpg ] of all the drunk pictures i have of you, this one is my favorite.

( ✉ → sms ) i used your pics to catfish someone, and since they bought me a laptop… you have a date with them tomorrow.

[electrifyingnora]

@theficklewind

“Ooh, do you play guitar?”  She asked as she stepped over to him, motioning to the guitar case he carried with him.  

[theficklewind]

“Hm?” Daisuke turned to face the orange-haired girl. “Oh, this?” He smiled slightly. “No, I don’t play any instruments, but what’s in this case is pretty important to me.”

[electrifyingnora]

“What’s in it, then?  If you don’t mind me asking…” She added hastily, peeking toward the case as if that would give away its secrets.

[theficklewind]

“Ah, well, if you’re so curious, I’ll just show you...” He knelt down to place the case on the ground with equal parts flourish and unhurried routine before he undid the latches and flipped open the lid, revealing his case to be full of an assortment of various makeups, brushes, and other such supplies.

“This,” he said as he turned to face her, “is my portable workshop.”

[electrifyingnora]

@theficklewind

“Ooh, do you play guitar?”  She asked as she stepped over to him, motioning to the guitar case he carried with him.  

[theficklewind]

“Hm?” Daisuke turned to face the orange-haired girl. “Oh, this?” He smiled slightly. “No, I don’t play any instruments, but what’s in this case is pretty important to me.”

[theficklewind]

((GUYS

GUYS

G U Y S

[theficklewind]

2-word sentence starters

"Watch out!"

"Shut up."

"Go away."

"Please stay."

"Come here."

"Don't go."

"Leave me."

"Please help?"

"Help me."

"You suck."

"I'm hurt."

"You're mine."

"I'm yours."

"You're bleeding."

"I'm here."

"I'm leaving."

"Buy it."

"What's this?"

"Sit down."

"Kiss me."

"Try it."

"Stop that."

"Let's go."

"Trust me."

[theficklewind]

Starter call!

You know the drill. Hit this post with a like or something and I’ll write us a starter of some sort. (I might be a bit slow on this, been sick lately and I’m still not free of school, but I’ll do my best)

[jaunearctherpblog-deactivated20]

"Live every day like you've already died. Be quiet, is what I'm saying"

“Fight me.”

[theficklewind]

A subtle smirk snuck onto Daisuke’s face.

“Believe me, as nice as that would be, I don’t generally waste my time with fighting lanky kids like yourself. Besides, with my Drake System it would be over in the blink of an eye.”

[theficklewind]

Starter call!

You know the drill. Hit this post with a like or something and I’ll write us a starter of some sort. (I might be a bit slow on this, been sick lately and I’m still not free of school, but I’ll do my best)

[theficklewind]

Saving a beautiful maiden...or not

[theficklewind]

jaunearctherpblog

Daisuke, that was an odd name. Though he supposed Jaune wasn’t exactly a common name either. “Nice to meet you.” His mom had always taught him to remember pleasantries. Even if the other didn’t much seem to care.

Jaune felt a flicker of worry for Ren, but he could handle himself. Besides, Nora wouldn’t relax until he was safe. The next problem was that this man obviously had no idea where he was. Not that Jaune was entirely sure either, but at least he wasn’t pretending.

“You have no idea what direction you came from, do you?”

Daisuke froze at the other’s dead-on accusation, but regained his composure as quickly as it left.

“Of course I know where I came from. Honestly, it’s rude of you to suggest that I wouldn’t remember which way I got here.” Ignore the fact that it’s completely true.

Desperately holding onto what dignity he had left Daisuke briskly strode off without another word in that direction, praying to the gods that he’d luck out and find his actual path. For bonus points, keep whatever else lived in this forest far away from him. He’d had enough wildlife for one day.

[theficklewind]

Saving a beautiful maiden...or not

[theficklewind]

jaunearcetherpblog

Jaune nodded as Daisuke spoke. Hey, he could keep his weird armor thing. It was pretty cool, but it wasn’t for Jaune. “Oh, U haven’t introduced myself. Jaune, Jaune Arc.”

At the mention of his teammates, Jaune perked up. “Yeah, that’s them! Were they alright? Well, if Nora was napping I guess they were alright.” He frowned. “You didn’t happen to see a black haired man with them too did you?” Not that this guy would probably notice, he seemed much more intent on finding woman. “Can you tell me which direction they’re in?”

Jaune Arc? Must be French. He certainly had the looks for it.

Remembering the polite thing to do when someone introduces themself to you, Daisuke quickly reciprocates. “Oh, um, my name’s Daisuke. Kazama Daisuke.” This was a little shorter than his usual introduction, but he wasn’t exactly here to make friends.

A black-haired guy? Daisuke shook his head. “No, I didn’t see anyone looking like that.” Not that he’d been paying close attention, but still. “I saw them on the way over here, so that should be...” Daisuke paused and turned around, desperately looking for some sign among the endless trees revealing where he’d come from. Not finding anything, he picked a random direction and pointed. “...should be that direction.” There’s no way this can end poorly.

[theficklewind]

Saving a beautiful maiden...or not

[theficklewind]

jaunearctherpblog

Jaune could only gape at Daisuke as he took out the rest of the grimm. He quickly scurried out of the way at his yell, watching the monsters go up in flames before disintegrating.

“That was so cool!” Jaune exclaimed, practically vibrating with excitement. “How did you do that?” This guy could probably rival Pyrrha. Well, maybe rival Pyrrha. He would bet on his teammate any day. Speaking of teammates…

“Oh, have you seen anyone else around here? I got separated from my team.”

Daisuke stopped in his tracks as his partner in monster-slaying called out after him. This...was not what he expected, especially after the brusque way they’d talked to each other just moments before. He turned around to better talk to the boy; Daisuke’s willingness to stay and chat had nothing to do with being completely turned around and lost. Absolutely nothing at all.

“Well, I shouldn’t tell you too much, but I will say this: I’m the chosen user of the Drake Zecter, which grants me the armor and gun that you saw.” He pauses for a moment. “Don’t even think about trying it on yourself; these things only work for the people they choose.” This was, sadly, about as close as Daisuke could get to playing nice with others.

Team? Did this place have teams of monster-fighters, or does everybody just carry swords with them on their peaceful nature trips? “Your team? Earlier I saw a girl with orange hair and a pink skirt sleeping against a tree and a girl with bright red air and what looked like gladiator armor. Do you know them?”