#spurnedadulthood

[psychcdelica]

@spurnedadulthood continued from here:

Her breath hitches and her heart stills at Kensuke's reaction - so he wouldn't be upset if she did present chocolates for him, of course, there had only been one person Ritsu had any interest in making chocolates for. Not that she would outright admit it to him though, or the fact that his chocolate has long since been prepared and awaiting the day.

Kensuke had been the first person Ritsu felt any form of attraction towards, was it his determination to stand on his own two feet? The blooming blush is sweet under her stare, oh, he's not actually interested in knowing why? That's mildly disheartening for the woman.

“R-Really? Er… if you don’t mind me asking, senpai, was there someone you had your eye on recently?”

To put it lightly, there was someone special to her - albeit it was the man himself, what was the best reply to such a question? If he didn't feel the same way, and she was honest about who then it would make their interactions from here on out awkward.

Well, he only asked if there was someone - not who.

"You could say that my eyes have fallen onto someone, I don't think they know though..."

#spurnedadulthood #muse: Ritsu. #once a year I come back to the valentines day thread #I'm so sorry it's taken so long!

[more-than-a-princess]

“Ah… happy birthday, my sweet. I-I thought about what to give you, but in the end, I realized you could already afford anything I might buy, so I decided to write you a poem.” For once, Kensuke was looking a bit flustered as he slides over the yellow ornate stationary paper with his neat handwriting on it. Honestly enough, he worked very hard on it, so if Sonia ends up not liking the poem, then he might actually just die a little on the inside.

Granted, he was told he had a knack for poetry, but still, it wasn’t often Kensuke allowed others to read anything beyond his song lyrics, so he couldn’t help suddenly feeling self conscious. “Please don’t read it out loud, though! It would honestly just be embarrassing, hearing you recite it.”

Sonia's Birthday 2022! - Accepting asks and threads from mutuals

It wasn't like him, to be nervous and uncertain. In general, but especially around her: Kensuke was more prone to teasing than stammering, and his girlfriend made for a willing and all-too-easy target for it. Not that Sonia terribly minded: he keenly observed the world and responded, often with a dirty thought or sense of humor that made her laugh. If it had been anyone else, she likely would've been disgusted, but it was Kensuke: he was witty, he was discreet, and most importantly, she loved him. Something she reminded him as often they could or found the time to indulge in each other.

But upon his awkward admission, Sonia closed the book she'd been reading and set it aside with a concerned expression. "Kensuke-kun," She told him gently as he slid the paper in her direction, "the cost of the gift doesn't matter, certainly you know that. Besides, anything from you would be priceless to me. Something you composed, lyrical or musical, is even more special."

She gestured for him to join her on the sofa: for once, she hadn't 'borrowed' one of his jumpers, using the opportunity to curl up against him instead as she read something even more interesting than a horror novel. As much as she enjoyed her frights and scares, listening to what resided in Kensuke's heart was far more important to her. "I promise I won't read it out loud," She assured him, "But I don't want to read it alone. After all: how many people can say that Kensuke Hibiki has composed something especially for them, and from his heart at that?"

It didn't take her long to read, but Sonia still savored every word, written with a flourish on Kensuke's preferred stationery. And when she was done, she carefully set the paper aside (she'd press it between pages of a scrapbook later: it was how she'd keep it without embarrassing him. He'd likely put his foot down at framing it) before pulling him close in a hug. 

"Thank you," She murmured against him before giving him a soft kiss, letting it linger before pulling away just enough to continue what she needed to say. "I love it. It's the best present I could've asked for today: your love for me, just as I am."

#more-than-a-princess answered #spurnedadulthood #Non-Despair AU: The Princess of Novoselic #(A surprise return from our favorite gremlin!) #(Who is being very not-gremlin like today) #(But Sonia loves her gift. And him. Very much) #(Hopefully just this once he'll let her pull him into the hug and not the other way round) #(Sonia has decided affection is needed!) #(It would be cruel to refuse her on her birthday right?)

[spurnedadulthood]

This is probably a long time coming, but as I feel like this blog has officially run it’s course and I can no longer manage a single muse blog for Kensuke anymore due to how dead the RPC has been and how my attempts to be more active on him were met with constant disappointment back when I did try writing him more, I’ve officially decided to transfer him over to my multi over @causalitylinked​, which you are free to follow!

Of course, this means that starting from today, spurnedadulthood will officially be archived, but I will still be keeping any previous relationships with him (even if he now has only, like... three muses that truly formed a bond with him, due to how everyone I was writing with seemed to softblock me, go inactive, deactivate, or retire from the rpc altogether, LMFAO).

But yeah, despite experiencing some very... icky things, I had a blast being here, so thank you all to everyone who ended up giving me and my Kensuke a chance even if I couldn’t commit to his blog long term during 2022 or 2023!

#█ ▌⟨ ❀ ⟩ ❛ out of golden apples. »» #█ ▌⟨ ❀ ⟩ ❛ public service announcement. »» #[ TBH this wasn't a decision i really made lightly ] #[ but i think i've exhausted all i could really do with kensuke as a solo indie blog?? ] #[ LIKE... as sad as it is ] #[ KENSUKE JUST ISN'T A VERY POPULAR MUSE ] #[ so if only two or three people would write with him i think it's best i just put him on my multi ] #[ because i think that would make me WAY more happier in the long run and motivate me to actually muse him again ] #[ STILL you are in no way obligated to follow me ] #[ because i know i ended up vanishing for months ]

[causalitylinked]

When I have the time, I think I’m gonna move Kensuke over from @/spurnedadulthood to this blog so I don’t have to juggle three blogs at once, because as much as I love having him on a single-muse blog, I think I’ve reached a point where trying to become more active on him would only be setting myself up for further disappointment, especially with how unwelcoming the RPC currently is towards characters from niche fandoms? Plus, even the idea of logging into his blog gives me major anxiety now, so I think it’s best if I just stick with two blogs for the time being.

Of course, there might come a time where I would let Kensuke return back to his own blog, but for the time being, I truly believe the only way I can really return back to writing him again is if I feature him as a muse on my multi. Because he’s my favourite, however, he will be stealing Gin’s position as the first muse on my non-mobile muse list... meaning Kensuke will basically be #1, and if you don’t bother requesting anyone specific for memes or starter calls from now on, he will automatically be the one to pester your muse, especially due to the fact he does have non-Caligula verses that are compatible with modern AUs/settings.

...I just have to make various adjustments first before properly integrating him into my blog, because there’s quite a bit I have to do first, but it’s something that’s been constantly on my mind, to the point where I’m dedicated to make this happen at some point.

#█ ▓『 ✦ ⸂ •• OUT OF SPOONS — ⧼ livi please shut up. ⧽ 』 #█ ▓『 ✦ ⸂ •• QUEUED — ⧼ because livi is a busy adult irl. ⧽ 』 #[ i won't really get into the reasons WHY i'm exactly anxious about logging back into my kensuke blog ] #[ but i will say that a lot of stuff happened that makes me all ':/' to this day ] #[ AND CONSIDERING I'VE REACHED A POINT WHERE MY CONFIDENCE LEVELS AREN'T AS HIGH AS THEY USED TO BE ] #[ i don't really wanna risk experiencing DOUBLE the disappointment when i try to be more active on kensuke ] #[ so i think i will end up archiving it BUT KEEP THE URL/ACTUAL BLOG so i can continue... rebageling stuff from it ] #[ because there's a lot of quality stuff i wrote on there as well as musings/aesthetic posts/picrew edits ]

[aaternum-a]

@spurnedadulthood​ said, “  [ SMIRK ] [ adhskjahdjsadhskja IMO, this is the most ic one for him anyway ] “

It’s quiet, save for the distant rustle of turned pages and taps against the keyboard. A library was far from the greatest of options in terms of business. But it was the necessary one after locking herself out of the gallery. She sits across from him, torso leaned over the wooden desk and pointer gestured to an assortment of open spaces on the paper she’d set in front of him. Legal jargon littered the page, but she debriefed with her improvised Sparknotes version, courtesy of the supervisor’s memo. Typically, the terms and conditions of a contract seldom came after providing compensation for the job. But, it was a minor slip of the mind. At least Kensuke had been responsive to her (somewhat desperate) text and agreed to a meet-up on such short notice. It’s the weekend; a time most spent taking care of themselves after a busy week of work or school. She trains her gaze on the pen in his hand, briefly wondering what he’d been doing before she’d sent out her SOS. Maybe she should make up her blunder to him? A giftcard? Lunch? A low audible hum slips past pursed lips. She’ll file away the thought, deciding to pry into him to decide what would work best for him. 

Her voice is hushed when she speaks again, gaze lifting to meet his own, “   And you’ll just have to sign there.  ” She taps, “ And then you’ll be free from me … at least until I make another mistake.   ” A grin curves at her lips, bright eyes surveying the room a moment. She has to remind herself that this is a quiet-space and that her normally boisterous voice would be frowned upon in here. She looks down towards his signature, assessing it briefly with creases forming between her brows. This was all, right? She gently slides the page away from him, picking up her own pen to sign on behalf of the company. “   Y’know .. a library is such an impersonal place. I feel like I can’t really say anything, I might get too loud.   ” She chuckles softly to herself, eyes glued to the paper in search of any vacant boxes. And he’s not really thinking when she speaks, letting her mouth move freely. There’s a passing thought of what she should gift him for his troubles when she parts her lips again.

“   If I ever leave my keys at home again, I’m just going to have to invite you to my apartment so we can actually talk.   ” 

There’s a pause, lashes fluttering briefly as she mulls over what she's just said. That didn’t come out right. Completely aware of the potential implications behind her words, she looks up, wide eyed and ready to clarify when she meets his smirk. A smirk! And she’s just about ready to perish from complete embarrassment.  She’s got a ruddy blush spreading all over her gawking features. And she seems to have forgotten where she was, quickly blurting out just an octave too loud, “   I - I’m not propositioning you!   ” There are a few questioning glances passed in their direction and she swears she hears an aggressive shush, urging her to quiet her little outburst. She nods apologetically in no particular direction, shrinking back into her seat from any scathing look,, “   Ah, wh - what I mean is .. we can’t really talk here like normal —   ” She pauses, squinting as if she’s reading her thoughts on a page; carefully. “   And I’d like to get to know you. Y’know .. since we’ll be working together and be in contact for a little while. M - maybe saying my apartment was a bad move ..   ” Near the end she’s practically muttering. Ugh, it sounds like she’ll need to add more to her apology gift. In a final attempt to redeem any dignity she had left, she stands up, gesturing to the door, a sheepish smile at her lips  . 

“  Wow, I’m hungry. Did you eat? We should eat so that I don’t say anything stupid, lets uh .. lets go, ‘kay?   ”

#spurnedadulthood #— v. modern day ( ❛ innocence was fleeting like a season ) #KDJNKJFNFJN #he didn't even say anything and she is ready to d*e #ryu vc: do NOT perceive me rn #thank you for sending this in!!! <3 #OOF this got a little long sorry about that #queued.

[elevatumtactica]

@spurnedadulthood​

Travelers and Foreigners were common in Ylisse,so it’s not surprising to see them in the Capital city in fact her father welcome them with open arms.It was her turn to patrol the area since the other shepherds were off duty only Fredrick remain in the other side of the city keeping guard of the citizens.There was a man carrying a few cases on him he must be here to see her father because the court lacked a musician and her parents loved music so did the people so it was nice to see one.She slowly approached the man and helped carry one of his suit cases that he had on with him.”Hello are you on your way to the palace I’m just on way back I’m done patroling the area so I can show you the way if you like.”

#spurnedadulthood #{starter} #{hello I hope this alright ^^}

[morethanaprincess-a]

Exceedingly lewd things to fluster Sonia on Sinday:

- Your muse holding her hand.

- Your muse reminding her that they love her very much (especially when they don’t tell her often).

Kensuke has overwhelmed his girlfriend at this time with the amount of lewd. Very good.

#more-than-a-princess dashcomm #spurnedadulthood #(Sonia's so very blushy at the moment)

[musemade]

@spurnedadulthood​ / CALL

❝DON’T GET ANY IDEAS! We ain’t buddy-buddy in the slightest, m’only letting you come with ‘cause that temp-prez made me do it. Be grateful that Kotaro-sama s’letting you be his assistant!❞

#spurnedadulthood #kotaro.txt #angrey boy time

[caeruleis]

@spurnedadulthood

" Ah, Rosetta-san! Please let me carry those bags for you, " Kensuke soon eagerly urges while hurrying after her. Truth be told, it wasn't as if he deemed Rosetta to be weak or incapable, but with him being a ladies man, he just couldn't help wanting to be of assistance. Why, as long as he could be useful to her, then that was all that mattered to him.

Unprompted || Always accepting (Feel free to turn into threads)!

                                                   ★ ☆ ✮ ✯ ― ☽ ― ★ ☆ ✮ ✯

    The cacophony of the local market echoes around them - from the clank of coins exchanging hands between a merchant and a man with a wide grin upon his features to the excited mummer of a young woman who had just had just found a beautiful necklace on sale to the giddy laughter of children as their elder sister handed them a brand new toy. It seems the island they had docked at for the time being while the Grandcypher was undergoing repairs was a rather lively one. Stalls stretching out for miles along the wide streets as the buildings behind them thrived in equal measure - scents of freshly baked bread and ripened fruit flooding the cobblestone pathway from slightly parted doors where cooks eagerly waved to those who happened to pass them by. And young Skydwellers as far as they could see crowded around the the colorful and polished structors, loose clothes draped over their shoulders to keep the heat from the sun overhead at bay as they shuffled through the streets to get a look at everything the current stands had to offer before they would be swiftly replaced by other vendors in a few days’ time. And, oh, she had to admit that the cheer hanging over the expansive town was more than enough to encourage her to pick out a few things. Only a few - she would claim, despite the growing number of bags hooked about her arms that rustled loudly with each breeze that licked at the hem of her dress. Gifts for various crew members, trinkets she simply found lovely, and an assortment of items she had deemed useful - the list goes on for miles. 

      She finds herself admiring the fine silks from a trader when she hears a familiar voice behind her, head turning to face the boy - dark brown locks falling over her shoulders as a smile danced upon rosy lips in greeting. The shuffle of the bags she’s carrying as her heels click against the stone almost enough to drown out the sound of the crowd around them, and she’s slowly beginning to realize that she might have a gone bit overboard. But, ah, no matter, she’s certain the Captain will come to appreciate everything she’s splurged on. After all, Io really was in need of a new necklace and that hairpin she had found for Lyria suited the young girl so well she simply couldn’t pass it up, it would have been nothing short of criminal to do so. Perhaps the cute slippers she had found for Katalina and the bottle of rum for Rackam she had picked up shortly after were a bit much, but they had been sale, and she couldn’t say no to a good deal when it had practically landed in her lap. Though, admittedly, carrying all of it around was becoming rather troublesome. Or, rather, it had been up until the moment it seems her knight in shinning armor (bag boy) appears just in the nick of time.     

       “My, what a gentleman,” She hums, slowly sliding her growing collection of bags down her arm so she can hand them off to him one by one without a single ounce of shame for tossing her burden onto another. He had offered. It would simply be rude not to take him up on it, and it wasn’t in her to turn down such a bold move from the aspiring composer. With her hands free from the weight of the rather impressive amount of shopping she had done, she ran her fingers along the lace of her gloves, gingerly shifting it back into place and smoothing about the wrinkles that had formed from the weight before they retreat to comb through her silky hair - shoulders relaxing now that her muscles were no longer straining beneath the additional weight. Truly, this was much better. “You have my thanks, it was becoming rather difficult for me to carry all of them on my own.” A little white lie. She was more than capable of lugging her bags around herself, but this was much preferred. “Now, I hope you’ll let me borrow you for a bit. There are still a few things I would like to get.” 

#spurnedadulthood #| ☩ Keep the memories you make along the way close at hand ☩ (ask) | #| ☩ The Sun asks ; aren’t you tired of waiting ☩ (Rosetta: IC) | #| ☩ Yes ; answers the rose ; But If I close my petals I will wither and die ☩ (Rosetta: Verse: Default) | #{ Thank you for sending this! } #{ Oh Kensuke why are you like this lol } #{ I'm stealing some of what you mentioned ooc for this rufghudkrdh } #{ I need to respond still I'm sorry for my slow butt I just kind of fell off the planet while having work related IT issues hfudgku }

[exrhlab-archived]

This world was ... primitive but so were most things when Arts and technology existed side by side in hers. More than once, she’d wondered what sort of enhancement these ‘enchanted’ weapons had. It was far more spiritual than she’d faced. Well, beyond Astesia and her talk about the stars and planets, but even that had more information than these. There’s no explanation, simply activation mixed with the ideals of hope and love and - pure determination. Things that were stripped off a Sunday cartoon.  

Although, the very idea that there were humans—a race that had only been heard in myths, was strange in itself.

The scientific mind of hers bade her to seek answers from the beginning. From arriving to a world where no one has ever heard of a Vouivre—or compared them to those poor winged beasts that some rode on.

(It was a strange feeling in that sense, to know a possible tie far down in the past was ridden like some common—)

Still, it ... provided a good distraction.

With her shield resting on the ground next to the boulder she sat on, Saria watched as Nowi utilized her dragonstone to transform. Her new form wasn’t too unfamiliar. In fact, the Vouivre seemed more at ease seeing the more fit-worthy form, but it did draw up a new question.

She turned towards the man who summoned her, “why do Manakete require these .. dragon stones while a Laguz does not?” 

@spurnedadulthood

#» ic — feh ❞ #spurnedadulthood

[more-than-a-princess]

So I have good news and bad news.

The good news is: I’m able to switch my queue to posting 2x/day for now! Or at least until I get bogged down again in drafts and need some breathing room. With 18 replies currently in queue, it’ll take a little over a week to get everything posted so I appreciate your patience as replies are posted.

The bad news is: I’ve decided to drop some threads I just don’t have muse for. I’ve made a list below, but if your thread is dropped it doesn’t mean I don’t want to write with you. It just means I don’t have any further ideas for that specific thread, and this allows me to take on some new threads and get through my current threads a bit more efficiently, without fighting my writers block. Thank you for understanding!

Here are the threads that I’ll be dropping:

https://electricea.tumblr.com/post/689602635820662784/more-than-a-princess-sonia-didnt-have-to-be with @electricea

https://hxpelessnurse.tumblr.com/post/689584653433241600/more-than-a-princess-that-was-a-relief-instead with @hxpelessnurse​ 

https://spurnedadulthood.tumblr.com/post/689527882151788544/sonia-thankfully-shed-just with @spurnedadulthood​ 

https://awesomeuchuu.tumblr.com/post/688965885101293569/more-than-a-princess-even-if-the-beach-was-a with @awesomeuchuu​

Now, time for some tea and reading, though I’ll lurk on the dash too. 

#more-than-a-princess musings #(Maybe look for a meme or two)

[storyteller-prince]

nonverbal starters

@spurnedadulthood​ said: open hold the door open for them. [ for fuuka ]

Walking through the rain, she completely forgot an umbrella so she was soaked as she tried to get to the nearest place for shelter till it stopped pouring. It was a good thing that she spotted a cafe and was about to open the door when she saw someone open the door for her. With a blink, she softly smiled at them.

“Thank you.”

#—－－－☆ teal techie. #spurnedadulthood #» what more would you like to know about this story ✦ asks #» adventure ends here ✦ meme reply

[histrionicz]

♡ :: LONG TRESSES OF strawberry - blonde hair bounce around the hurried silhouette of a young woman , smile plastered on face the entire time . Her flowing peach dress trails behind her as she hastens down the corridor , enthused as can be by the opportunity to FINALLY meet the pianist in person .

“ Salut ! “ , she chirps , barely containing her enthusiasm . “ Mon dieu , your fingers must be magical ! I loved every second of your performance . “ , she admits , ears now pink with a glowing blush .” Please tell me you have one hour to spare for your biggest fan ! “

@spurnedadulthood​ // sc .

#spurnedadulthood #i hope this works for u !!!! #:)) #ic tbt //

[aaternum-a]

plotted starter for @spurnedadulthood​

It was only a teeny lie. The beauty of non-disclosure of her true motives meant freedom to set up a small stand to take down the information of interested students. After all, she was here under the guise of offering an enriching job opportunity for a qualified student. No one had to know that she’d already had her eyes set on someone. When her boss originally briefed her on the task to scout a talent to compose for an upcoming show, she thought it would be simple. But the more research she’d done, the more difficult it’d become to find someone right for the job. Music was so versatile, but the sound she’d envisioned was particular. Unique. And after many hours drudging through videos and compositions — she’d found him. And who would of thought that they’d be mere minutes away from her workplace. A few exchanged emails, a couple printed business cards and a flyer later and she’d found herself within the University doors.

“   Hmm, I guess most students are in class right now … “ Bright hues eye the clipboard with names, only a short few leaving enough details to reasonably reach out. With a sigh, she steps back, tidying up the space. All she needed was a moment to drift off and tour the other facilities. Hanging around the guidance office wasn’t a guarantee that she’d run into him. But she waited out with hope that she could go searching for him. “   Mmm, might as well take some photos to show I’m being productive.   ” Ryu pulls her phone from out her pocket, snapping a few pictures with the camera when someone catches her eyes in the viewfinder. “   Oh?  ” She squints, looking up from the device towards someone heading in the opposite direction. And they looked awfully familiar. “   Hey! You there — with the glasses — are you busy?  ”

#spurnedadulthood #— v. modern day ( ❛ innocence was fleeting like a season ) #aaaaaaaaaaaAAA so sorry this took forever!! #i hope this is okay!! c:

[morethanaprincess-a]

@spurnedadulthood​ said:  "I think of you often. It gets me through the day." [ hello rae c: ]

Romantic/Fluffy Sentence Starters (still accepting! It’s Fluff Friday)

Sonia had fallen into her bed with a groan that night. Her speech, one she was due to give the next day in front of an entire school of middle schoolers, had just been approved by the team at home and so she was permitted, finally, to go to bed. They didn’t know that Kensuke had been waiting for her there, a request she’d quietly posed at lunch that day in anticipation of the upcoming jitters. She wasn’t sure how her father could sleep peacefully before addressing a large crowd, or even the entire country: she was far less proficient in it and so she could never truly calm down.

“How do you get through difficult days, Kensuke?” She’d asked, after slipping into her nightgown and pulling back the sheets to what was designated as ‘her’ side of her bed. Curling up against both her pillow and his chest, it was the first time all day she felt like she could breathe. The tension in her shoulders began to dissipate as nuzzled his neck. "I'm so relaxed once I'm here with you, but the rest of it until now...it's very challenging sometimes."

"I think of you often. It gets me through the day."

She smiled softly, her cheeks turning pink as she snuggled closer against her boyfriend. One hand drew idle circles over his chest before trailing over to his inner arm. "If I think of you while delivering an address, I'm afraid I'll have hundreds of fourteen and fifteen year olds more concentrated on my red face than my words. That might be inconvenient when inspiring them to learn more about foreign languages and international relations. Not when my mind will inevitably focus on another, hardly appropriate topic."

In the dark, she hoped he couldn't see her bashful expression, one she tried to hide with a few gentle kisses pressed onto his collarbone. For once, he was being sincere instead of smug. And while she was amused by the latter, the former touched her far more deeply. She wasn't alone then, in thinking of him when she felt the most lonely and unsettled. "How long is it until the next university holiday?" She questioned, not to him in particular. She tried to recollect the school schedule and Japan's national holidays, which were mostly different than the holiday schedule in Novoselic. "It would be wonderful to get away from Hope's Peak for a little while. If just so we can be with each other without having to be entirely focused on our talents: it will be less 'getting through' the day and more enjoying every minute of it."

#more-than-a-princess answered #spurnedadulthood #(Romantic/Fluffy Sentence Starters) #Non-Despair AU: University verse #(Livi! Welcome back!) #(Please enjoy this fluff)

[mcmcntomorii-later]

@spurnedadulthood​ said: “Can you walk on your own?”

‘something’s wrong’            //            ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛɪɴɢ

      「Hm？」 A questioning hum sounds out as she looks up at to who’s asking, 「yeah I think I should be able to。」 Slowly she had gotten up but was careful not to put too much weight on the now sprained ankle。 As she placed even a little weight on her injured ankle to take a small, Mukuro let out a pained hum and had to stop for a second before she went on to take another step, to prideful to ask for help。

      「Thank you for your concern。」

#spurnedadulthood #【少し怖いけど】 — ( main ) #【ありがとうございました】 ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ! — ( asks )