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@editorialiism
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Masamune Takano âMasamune Sagaâ - Sekaiichi Hatsukoi - Episode 01
Hello, itâs me Hasi, crawling out of the shadows with a fanart of Saga. Btw dramatic shadows are really easy to make and look cool too sooo
sonderrow:
Archer gave the newcomer a bit of a sly, yet charming smile. Legs crossed as the eerie cover of Almost Transparent Blue by RyĂť Murakami stared back at the other. Oh, they looked about the same year? Maybe so, never saw him around; or maybe Archer didnât notice him. He did that, tend to not see the quiet ones, because the loudest were so close to him.
The raven gave a gentle nod.
âHello.â He said so politely, his accent ringing through his simple Japanese speech. âNow now, I thought the proper way to intrude such a close space of someone was to ask if the seat is taken, first?â He dramatically brought his hand to his chest, eyes on the second raven, though his novel was still not put down. âShould I feel offended ~ ?â
  Masamune barely glanced up from his book towards the other, â Is this seat taken then ? â He asked simply, looking back to his book, â I mean no offense. â He added, flipping through the pages of the novel he had picked out, â It just didnât look taken. â    Heâd already read this one, so he was just looking for the one chapter he wanted to revisit. Sadly, he couldnât recall which it was. â You're from America, right ? â he asked, not really looking up. Making conversation wasnât what he planned on doing, especially in a library, but this guy was probably more interesting than paging through something old.
suchlove:
      ââ  â- About that, I havenât. I couldnât even get a HOLD of them let alone have them agree to the changes. ââ   It wasnât like he wasnât TRYING but sometimes some of the Mangaka were really hard to get a hold of â but they still had TIME so he wasnât stressing too much. Putting his cell phone to his ear, he closed his eyes â lightly hoping that there would be a voice on the other end of the phone.Â
         He kept himself on the opposite end of the elevator, even though the room was quite cramped as it was. He hoped to not be in the elevator or the train very long with Takano today. Considering he was rather still VERY shy and unsure of how he was feeling it REALLY was nothing that the other had to be so concerned over. With no answer, he grunted and dropped his hand and sighed deeply. ( â being an editor was so difficult sometimes. He wanted to quit almost every single day SOMETHING went wrong. )   ââ Remind me WHY I am still HERE at this job.  ââ
    â Youâre not going to get service in the elevator, IDIOT. â he said without prompt, Masamune resting his head against the elevator wall as he leaned his body against it. It wasnât really an insult if it was TRUE.   â Youâre still here because youâre waiting for the right moment to finally confess to me again. â He said as if it were a common FACT, and not part of his fantasy world. Although then again, he already KNEW Onodera loved him, he was just too HEAD STRONG to say so.   â You could easily just say so, and Iâd happily let you quit and be my wife. â A hard sell, but he was only just joking in his response.Â

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RP call.
Anybody wanting/willing to roleplay with Ritsu Onodera from Sekaiichi Hatsukoi.
Iâd prefer a character from Junjou / Sekaiichi HOWEVER I know how small the activity is on tumblr, so Iâm open!
Please comment on this/ message me privately and we can chit chat and get started ^^
Ritsu is feeling pretty lonely/pushed out since Iâve been more active on Akihiko; So I want to show him some love.Â
THANK YOU <3Â
CONTINUED. . . | @suchloveâ
   A hand pressed against the front door, denying the other from opening it. How cruel was it to have the man you LOVED be so cold, on today of all days?   â Where are you going ? â he complained, relaxing but still keeping his hand against the door, which trapped Onodera between himself and the door, â Shouldnât we be spending the day together, the way all people in love do ? â he murmured, lowering his head to hover right behind Onoderaâs ear as he spoke.
* â â â STARTER | @sonderrow
   Since Odaâs sudden disappearance, school had become significantly less interesting. Despite that, Masamune still went only because there wasnât any real reason NOT to go.    The most interesting thing he had come across was one of the exchange students was spending more and more time in the library. Normally, Masamune wouldnât pay any mind to other students, but this guy just happened to sit at the table Masamune usually sat at everyday. Given he liked the lighting and position of the window there, he didnât care enough ask him to move or find himself a new place to sit, so he just went along and sat across from the other.Â
affctueuse:
Sheâs often FOUND peace in remaining by herself in crowded places , simply OBSERVING how humans interacted , as if their mere BANAL conversations are foreign to her . Today is quite the special day however , for she couldnât bear the constant SCREAMING she's met with whenever she steps foot home . Let me go . . . Untie me . . . I want to see my family . . . How UNGRATEFUL her âfriendsâ are ; sheâd figured she could leave them on their own to think about their hurtful words .
Spoon in one hand , she scoops the remaining crumbles of her SHORTCAKE with her fingers only to stuff the bits into her mouth , leaving the fingers sticky and WET â even more so they are partially COATED in strawberry jam . â  ââ Mhm ?  â Dirty hands warmed up against her COCOA cup as she takes a sip , turning her attention to the handsome male approaching her . She hasnât even bothered wiping off the milky MUSTACHE on her upper lip .Â
â  ââ This mine , yes ! Thatâs a new CHOKER ! I must have not tighten it enough !  â Would he take a PRECISE look heâd notice that attached to the thin band is the tiny price tag . . . What a silly girl .Â
â  ââ Thank you sooooo much for getting it ! Since my hands are NASTY for now , would you mind putting it around my neck ? You have LONG fingers , like a writerâs or pianistâs . . . I bet you could KILL someone real good with them .  âÂ
   Kill. . .someone. . . ?
   Masamune was kind of in awe of her, if only because of her free spirit and seemingly strange personality. He figured he should be careful of her, and although he knew that warning sign to be true, he simply ignored that.    â Sure. â He replied simply, taking the necklace and walking around behind her, having to kneel down as he was so much taller than her, especially when she was sitting.Â
   He was a LITTLE frustrating having to do it, his fingers feeling too big to clasp the little latch. But after a small bit of fumbling, he managed to get the choker on her.    â I hope thatâs tight enough. I wasnât sure. â he replied, scared to make to TOO tight around her throat.Â
Do you have a rule page? I can't seem to find it.
I keep forgetting to code my rules page into my blog, but my rules over on pureromantics basically cross-over to this blog the same. Sorry about that.

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ship with me you cowards
* â â â STARTER | @suchlove
   February was their busiest month, and so rightfully the department was in a state of agitation. All work was in high gear, artists and writers wanting to change their stories at the last minute, advertisement debacles and the occasional screaming fit with the sales department. All normal things to happen, only much more amped up.   But it was the end of the day, and they were finally able to go home. Masamune felt like death was upon him, although he normally felt this feeling when the end work rolled around.   Going home with Onodera was not really something new, but it was still something he enjoyed. Although they didnât live together, doing their commute to and from work together somehow felt calming.
   â Did you ever get Takemiya to agree to the changes in the manuscript ? â   He asked, leaning against the elevator door as he yawned. He forgot to really check in with Onoderaâs work today. Not that he really had time to anyway.Â
* â â â STARTER | @affctueuseâ
  Heâd never seen this girl before, and Masamune was SURE if he had, heâd REMEMBER. This cafe was the type that usually had regulars, so when someone new would be there, heâd take notice given he got his lunch from there everyday. Unusual hair style, and a uniform, a student perhaps?   She seemed to be making a mess, although that wasnât his business. He just was fascinated, she would be a good character for a story. Heâd have to write something down about her later.
 He finished his coffee, getting up from his seat and heading for the exit. As he passed, he noticed a small pink thing on the floor, some sort of hair tie, or maybe it was a bracelet, he wasnât sure. He didnât know much about these things, but he took a hand out of his pocket and reached down to pick it up.    â This yourâs ? â
* â â â STARTER | @suchcharisma
   Masamune could barely pull himself out of bed most days, so the idea of going out and going to class was DEFINITELY not going to happen. He was content on sleeping off his hangover and just going out once it got dark to find some fun for himself. However his sleep was being interrupted by the NONSTOP buzzing of his phone. He THOUGHT he could just ignore it, and the other might give up.    He was wrong. As no one than twenty minutes after he had gotten his last text, there was a loud banging at his door. He GROANED, rolling out of bed and dragging his feet as he stumbled over to answer the door.  â How long do I have to ignore you before you get the HINT that I wanât to be left alone ? â
roringuboi:
ÂŤ ⏠ââI can make it home by myself. It isnât the first time Iâve had to.â He was rather nervous about it, but there was nothing he could really do. He didnât know anyone who would be willing to help him without pouncing him or abandoning him. âI could always call a cab.â No, scratch that. He winced just remembering he didnât have much money on him. Or not.. I need to save up for food this week..
  Masamune sat forward in his chair, sighing softly. This kid. So innocent and dumb headed. â Iâll take you home. â He replied, propping his head up, â Or at least, Iâll walk you home from the train station. I donât actually know how far away from work you live. â He had never bother to ask, nor was it his business to know what he did outside of work.

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       ONLY HE WOULD DELIGHT    in the suffering of a workaholic she-devil . well deserved it was , for scolding four days prior to his deadline . as though he were incompetent , in sadistic truth , usami had gone above  &  beyond by means of finishing his latest volume . it collected dust , awaiting until he was good  &  ready to sign off the final product .  a misdeed undisclosed , dwelling amidst the cesspool of his mind as ivory lips curled in anotherâs wake  ;  reveling the fingertips which graced his tresses only to abandon albeit too swiftly .   â  DONâT WORRY , I INTEND TO SEND HER A DIGITAL COPY OF MY MANUSCRIPT FIRST THING TOMORROW MORNING .  â   once every rare occasion , his  word  alone could be cradled to oneâs heart in fondness that it would be followed through , as the novelist saw fit to always place his  PERSONAL  obligations overhead for later regard .
       such predatory movement carries him to stand , gathering wits ,  &  treading behind the other with silence many would deem unnerving . eloquent appendages shall enact to encircle his waist , chin resting idly upon the slope of a broad shoulder . his ministrations were neâre contemplated prior to their inevitable upbringing ,  &  that deemed him impulsive to most . how absurd it would be to proclaim his want for masamune as opposed to something edible , he would be chastised for being an embarrassing shoujo knockoff . still , his embrace relented to cease , becoming far more  taut  whilst words expelled in a florid brush against the manâs ear .   â  YOU SEEM THE TYPE TO HAVE WATER-BASED RAMEN AT YOUR DISPOSAL , THEY WOULD SUFFICE .  â   this was no educated guess , having already rifled through his kitchen only to happen across an entire drawer of the dried provisions .
    Good then. As long as he was getting his work done, it was no business of Masamuneâs how or when it was finished. He continued rifling through his stuff, folders with manuscripts for correcting, things to be put away, and so on. He didnât even flinch when he felt the other body press against his own from behind, so use to the closeness and affection. He welcomed it actually, havenât craved such intimacy for far too long in his life.    â Yes, thatâs true. Although, Iâm not opposed to cooking. After all, itâs not every day a famed novelist breaks into my home. â
   He shifted against the counter, shrugging the other off so he could turn around within his arms as to face Usami now. Hands reaching up to cup his face as he smiled warmly up towards the other. Masamune will forever be disgruntled that he was exactly 2 & ½ inches shorter than the older gentleman.      â You look tired. Are you sleeping properly ? What about eating ? â As if Masamune would ever be one to talk, he rarely slept a full night, and his diet was humorous at best. It was a wonder he was still alive.   â And I mean sleeping in a bed. Not on top of that toy collection you keep. â Although the teddy bears were cute, Masamune would never quite trust their soulless glass eyes.
   â Ah, actually. â he mumbled, remembering something. He shifted again, turning back towards one of the bags he had brought in, pulling out a stuffed rabbit.   â Weâre selling a limited number of these for a promotion this month. I wasnât sure if it would fit your liking, but I took one just incase. . . âÂ
I should probably post on here more. So. . .Starter Call ?