#austeresoldier

❤ - Any tumblr senpais?

my sempai’s consist of people that like, i look up to in terms of writing and everything so yeah! i think i may have done this before but here are some sempais: marginalfighter, genesisrhapsodoss, austeresoldier, bellator-deam & retinentiax c:

⋆ - A ship I have with my character.

❤ - Any tumblr Sempais

basically, anyone who i look up to based on their writing style is my ‘sempai’, hur hur, so it’s not really based on how long they’ve been RPing. it’s just like, “wow i really really like how you portray your character and please keep doing what you do and please teach me how to write like that”

so i guess my sempais would be:

marginalfighter (don’t deny it ⊙‿⊙ )

genesisrhapsodoss

austeresoldier

kaitouxjeanne

lightning-suffused

url: don’t get it | not bad | nice | good job | love it omg | who did you kill

theme: not my type | ehh | decent | I like it | pretty amazing | I’m stealing it

icon: don’t get it | not bad | nice | pretty | flawless omg | brb killing myself

posts: not my type | not bad | nice job | love | perfection | give me your password

following: no sorry | just followed | yes | you mean stalk what

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Rose wouldn't be one to be reluctant to introduce herself to newcomers, after all, she was once a newcomer herself. The beneficial aspect of having relatives and accomplices already attending was a bonus, but it was always polite, she noted. After all, the additional succor that had contributed to letting herself settle in was comforting. She spoke easily with an approachable expression on her face, gentle hand extending forward in offering. Her expertise in human behavior and psychology wouldn't go to waste, then.

ccbronx started following you

austeresoldier started following you

dimittis started following you

harajukuharuspex started following you

edogawa-conankun started following you

reaperincrimson started following you

lastchancemadness started following you

A blonde with a decidedly bored expression could be seen staring absently into her almost empty coffee cup. The girl was dressed casually, fashionable and elegant in a simple cream-colored dress with a boat-neck front and interesting lace cut-out design in the back. Her long hair was swept up in a loose braided up-do to keep the hair from her neck. Jeanne made an attractive picture, as always, but also as always (in off-mode at least), she was too into her own world to really notice the attention she was receiving from others.

Done. It was only 1:12pm in the afternoon yet everything for today felt finished. Done. She had taken of any household chores and errands that needed taking care of and was now at lunch in one of her favorite cafes at the moment. 

However the distraction of the cafe was reaching the adjective of 'done' as well. Her pasta was done, her book was done, and her coffee was almost done. Done was apparently the word of the day and was on the mission to make this a tedious day. 

Obviously, she needed something new. Perhaps someone new. Not the usual variety she tolerated at high society functions, but a normal person with perhaps more of a conscience or reasonable set of values.

As if an answer to her little dilemma, a gust of wind blew a paper from the next table over to land neatly in her lap. She blinked, snapped out of her daze, but stood up to walk over the said table, paper in her hand.

"I believe this is yours? The wind seems to have blown it over."