I’m fuming because California’s spending another 2 weeks pretending it’s still Summer, but other than that, I’m ready to get the party going-
Until nighttime when thoughts of work pile back in for all of us 😦
-Love, Courtney
Good morning to you too!
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(Sorry this is late ^^ Thanks for sending this in anon!)
☀: Another Mun that you really admire/respect
Well, I have quite a few people. Meeting them was one of the best things that happened to me on Tumblr.
lunaswritingcafe: The mun’s a real sweetie and an amazing writer and storyteller too. I LOVE her characters and her storylines too, both being so detailed. And to be honest…I look up to her as a role model in both writing and in personality. ^//^
serenasterling: Also a sweetie-pie 🙂 She’s amazing at roleplaying and I love how well-developed and detailed her muses are. I also admire how she takes genuine interest in her friends’ lives. She’s pocket full of sunshine 🙂
hawtladiesman: First of all, I LOVE her muse, Jay. He seems incrediably realistic to me, not just in personality, but in the way he speaks and acts. It’s like I’m actually interacting with him in real life! But anyways, the mun- kind and very chill. I love how she’s open to any kind of conversation and how she’s always here for you if you need a shoulder to lean on.
enhancedblaze: Well, what can I say? XD I love having conversations with her- they’re always amusing. Plus, even though she’s on hiatus right now, I still get happy seeing her online. As for her muses- INCREDIABLY REALISTIC AND DEVELOPED. It’s like her characters are real people with real flaws and strengths.
stickfingercorps: AH STICKY! 🙂 She’s a new rp partner of mine, but already, she is a great roleplayer! If you’re looking for an rp partner, she’s definitely someone to check out! Plus, as a person, she is one of the most creative, loyal, and likable muns you can ever meet. I know her in real life, so I can say this with absolute certainty. Plus, I WANT her writing style and how easily she can slip into a character’s mind set.
Thank you :DDDDD. You are such a sweetie when you wanna be XD. But seriously, thank you. This means so much, and thank you for endorsing me.
❤ – Stick
Send a ₳ for a headcanon about my muse’s relationship with yours.
Their interactions, what they do together, why my muse acts the way they do towards yours, etc.
Because these two are pretty good friends eventually.
Note on Jikki: she is a trans woman and was brutally bullied in grade school (we’re talking cigarette burns and worse). Like Kaede, she is a scholarship student and comes from a less wealthy section of the city (her neighborhood isn’t terrible but it has more dangerous potential than Kaede’s), but she had to work much harder to get in because she doesn’t have the greatest memorization abilities. Because she is quiet and shy for the most part, she is often overlooked, but she actually thrives on stage: unlike Kaede who has major stage fright. Though she sticks to painting, mostly, Jikki loves to sing and her bro taught her guitar.
Ikuo writes the songs.
Send me a “❤” and I’ll generate a number (angst version):
1. My muse has become mute. They are seeing yours for the first time since this happened.
2. Your muse has left mine a worrying note and mine is trying to get in contact with yours.
3. Your muse just tried to drown mine.
4. Your muse has a new pet horse. My muse tries to convince yours not to keep it.
5. My muse thinks your muse is dead. This is what mine says at your muse’s unfilled grave.
6. My muse is possessed and is trying to kill yours. Mine can see everything their body is doing but is helpless to stop it – the only thing they control is their eyes.
7. My muse has to tell yours three things they regret.
8. My muse has lost all their senses, other than touch and hearing. They must identify yours.
9. My muse must abandon yours, to protect them. This is how my muse says goodbye.
10. Your muse has angered mine, and my muse is holding a gun to your muse’s head. This is what happens next.
11. The vehicle our muses are in is crashing, and fatally. Only my muse knows. There is only one seatbelt/parachute/et cetera.
12. Your muse is in a coma. This is what mine says at yours’ bedside.
13. My muse and your muse switch bodies! Twist is, they can now access each other’s memories.
14. My muse left yours, promising it would be only for a couple of minutes. They come back in a couple of years.
15. My muse has jumped from a hospital roof and been announced dead. This is what they say when they show up on your muse’s doorstep three years later.
RP Starter
“Akiyama, Kaede. Also class 1-C. Why do you ask, sensei?”
He beamed at them and clapped his hands together, “Nice! I guess I won’t have to teach you how to work this one, then? You’d be surprised how complicated some people make stargazing. And you’re both 1-C’s too! That’s mighty convenient. My name is Mr. Chapman but you can call me Dave- oh wait. Never mind that would get us all in trouble: I guess Chapman-Sensei’s fine. What was I saying again?”
“You asked if we were-”
“Right, right sorry. I’m the newly assigned homeroom teacher for 1-C, that’s why I was interested. Speaking of which,” he looked down at his watch, “We should get to that class before I set a bad example with tardiness.”
He waved them to follow him out of the room as the five minute warning bell rang. Kaede dropped back so that Makoto could catch up and they followed him to the top of the stairs. Barely anyone was in the main hall at this point, and the upperclassmen had all dispersed to their homerooms, so the stairs were empty save the three of them. It was when Kaede and Makoto were on the third step from the top that it happened.
A crash sounded from around the corner behind them, and as Kaede turned to look, she saw a girl with long, dark hair and bright blue eyes run down the steps, bump into Makoto, and shove something (it looked like a leather bound notebook) into his hands before leaping down the steps: taking them two at a time.
Not a second after she hit the bottom landing, a messy haired blond boy skidded drom around the corner to the balcony at the top of the steps. He spotted the fleeing girl and yelled a foreign obscenity. in a single, sweeping, movement, he launched himself over the banister by using his hands as a fulcrum with which to swing the rest of his body over. He landed with less of a thud than was expected, and took off without barely any pause. In three running strides, he had caught up to the girl, and he tackled her to the ground.
Kaede cried out in shock and looked around for Mr. Chapman, but he had disappeared into his homeroom.
He stumbled back in surprise when the mysterious running girl had shoved the leather-bound journal shut into his arms. Not quite studying what the item was yet, he snapped his head back to top of the staircase where Makoto caught sight of a foreign-looking boy.
As this said boy launched himself over the banister, with wide eyes, Makoto couldn’t couldn’t take his eyes off of the boy, entranced by the boy’s gracefulness. Of course, the whole ‘wow-he’s-really-good’ moment ended in a flash once Makoto caught sight of the boy tackling the mystery girl to the ground. Wincing that how that had to hurt, Makoto forgot about getting a teacher for chasing the short distance after the chasing-running pair.
He slid to a stop at the scene of the two wrestling, the journal still nestled in his arms. “H-Hey! Stop it!” He exclaimed, panting slightly. “W-Why are you two fighting to begin with?!”
“Give it!” the Blonde growled at the girl, as soon as they went down.
He sat on her back with his legs wrapped around hers, locking them under him and pulling one of her arms back as if to break it. She whipped her head back strategically, bashing him in the nose, hard. He winced but held firm. She turned to another strategy, then.
“Aiee! Get off of me, you pervert!” She cried out in a squeaky, high pitched voice, struggling against him to no avail, “I don’t even have it anymore!”
She heard the red haired boy’s call and turned to him as much as she could, in the other’s embrace “Oh run away you dear child! Can’t you see what a terrible brute he is? Run you clever boy- yach!”
The blonde shoved the girl away from him, popping her arm out of its socket, and stood. He turned to Makoto and strode over, deliberately. Blood trickled from his nose and the area around it had purpled already on his complexion. The flourescent light seemed to turn his green eyes to steel: metallic as the rings on his right ear.
He completely ignored Kaede and instead walked up to Makoto, sretched out a hand, and spoke four, gruff, punctuated words.
“Give. Me. The. Book.”
One thing, Makoto hated about himself: he never reacted well under pressure. And when he was put under pressure, he rarely made the decisions that would most likely keep him out of trouble. The sole reason he always thought got him schoolyard bullies.
He took a step back with wide eyes and tightened his grip around the book. Bad enough the girl seemed a bit out there (not that he was any better), but the guy, though slim, was glaring at him. “Um…uh…I-I don’t know if that’s a good idea…”
“She doesn’t want you to have it, but…you might h-have a good reason for chasing her, I guess?” Timidly, he glanced up at foreign-looking student and then at Kaede behind him. Help…please? This guy’s scaring me!
Finally though, he studied the leather bound notebook, unable to withhold his curiosity. Gingerly, Makoto lifted the cover. “W-What’s so important about this book anyways?”
“Don’t!”
The blonde lunged forward to grab the book, but Kaede took hold of Makoto around the waist and lifted up and back: swinging him behind her. The attacker nearly lost his balance, but he hit the step with his palms, braced himself and steadied back to his feet. He glared at Kaede with gritted teeth.
“I don’t want to fight you, Akiyama, just give me the book and I’ll go.”
She winced in surprise; had her reputation preceeded her? So much for a blank slate.No matter, she wasn’t going to let some guy threaten her new friend.
“Nah.”
They locked eyes. His narrowed. He looked behind her at the tiny red head, rolled his shoulders and sighed.
“Look, kid. That is very personal material and I would greatly appreciate if you returned it.”
The hurt girl moaned in pain. “Owwwwwww…. my arm HURTS you meanie!”
Makoto paid no attention to the action around him as he skimmed the first couple of lines. It was probably a good thing that he was the one reading it since the first line forced him to think something along the lines of ‘wait, what?’. Any aspirations in the literature fields were down the drain for this guy.
He closed the booklet before going bright red when the guy said notebook was personal material. “O-Oh! I’m so sorry- I didn’t know.” Awkwardly, Makoto shoved the notebook back into the other guy’s hands. He turned to the young girl on the ground and helped her to her feet.
“Are you okay?” Makoto asked, frowning and concerned. “Maybe you shouldn’t have taken it from him, Miss…um… Sorry, what’s your name?”
The blonde boy received the book back from Makoto and tucked it under his arm. He also turned back to the girl and pushed the red head aside after he helped her to her feet. Before she could react, the boy had seized her arm again and, with a sickening ‘pop’ snapped it back into place. He took off up the stairs then paused and turned to Makoto.
“Thanks.” He grunted, then disappeared behind the corner.
The girl had not gotten the chance to answer Makoto, and, after her arm was un-dislocated, whipped her head back in the sudden surge of pain it brought. As she did, her entire head of black hair came loose and fell into Makoto’s hands.
“Oh. Oops,” her voice suddenly dropped a few octaves, “ I’m Mori, Ami. Nice to meet you!”
TS (tangential storyline) where Tsukasa meets Kaede in a ramen shop on one of her trips to Japan? Possibly on a job. -only if you feel like it~ Stick
YES PLEASE 😀 LET’S DO IT! LET’S DO IT TONIGHT!!! (Taken from the Ballad of Russell and Julie, Doctor Who)
Kay here goes…
The bell tinkled at the opening of the shop’s door. The host looked up for a moment, recognized his the regular that stood in the doorway, then went back to wiping down his counter with a soapy rag. Mozart played softly from the back room of the tiny ramen shop off eighth street and the place had the dusty, cozy feel of a bookstore cafe rather than a restaurant. It was one of Kaede’s old favorites, and she trudged in red nosed: kicking snow off her boots. Plopping herself down at the counter, she ordered a bowl of udon and began to unwrap her million layers in relief.
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