#tenshujo

[wildwoof]

@tenshujo :: HE'S KOGANOUGH

slap this on a cool tie dye hoodie. NEW UNDEAD MERCH DROP.

[lunarcry]

[bloodymoonxvampire]

♡～（ゝ。∂）

❤⃛ヾ(๑❛ ▿ ◠๑ )

[awesomeuchuu]

@tenshujo

"Picks him up like a cat"

"UWAH??! EICHI-SENPAI!! YOU'LL DROP ME!" Cue flailing. WHY WAS THIS EVEN HAPPENING

[realmforged]

"Do you think snails have emotions? Is the spiral shell a metaphor for life's repeat and constant struggles, as the world spins on unaware?"

There was a moment where Lawrence wasn't really comprehending what Eichi was saying, assuming it was sheer nonsense but the further he speaks - the more he's starting to wonder if there's a real philosophical curiosity about such a silly topic? There was silence from the manager's face, internally ruminating on how to even approach this. He's half debating whether he should be entertaining this or merely shut down the young idol's nonsensical words. He makes a decision: to humor him. He's far too nice to do otherwise. ❝ First off, I don't think snails have the nervous system or the brain to understand much - hence the emotions. Much less have sentience. Secondly... ❞ There was a small pause, for effect and partly as he's wondering if Eichi is okay or not. A furrowing of the brows now. ❝ If you're one to think in depth of symbolism - spirals are known for creation and consciousness... so maybe not the best way to look at it? Also... Shouldn't you be going to sleep? We can have these life talks at a normal hour. ❞ It's late, why did he decide to partake in a sleep over to begin with... yet here he is, wrapped in blankets and listening to the blonde have late night thoughts from the bottom bunk of the spacious dorm room. Next time, he's going back to his own room.

[calopsic]

In the early hours of the morning, a figure strides past Aira's bed, stopping for only a moment to place something on the boy's pillow. A small parcel wrapped in sheer pink fabric, with a tag that reads: Happy birthday! I wasn't sure what skin products you like, so I got you chocolates from a French confectionary. Hope you enjoy. - ET

the blonde awoke from his slumber the moment his alarm went off. with a yawn, he stretched out his arm to turn off the ringing sound. aira then reached around his nightstand to find the switch for his lamp.

once the lamp illuminated the room, he noticed something on his pillow that he didn't recall seeing there before. after rubbing away the remnants of sleep from his eyes, he gently picked up the package and began to read the tag.

aira gasped softly, and his lips curled into a big smile. this was... incredibly wholesome, and from eichi tenshouin, no less! no, no, no!! those chocolates were not worthy of being eaten; they felt... too precious!

[fakestype]

🍰 @tenshujo.

There's an audible groan in his raspy voice. That is what he gets for having to work with teenagers. One of the downside for This Man dying... couldn't the head of the place be a bit older?

Promptly despite them being in the middle of something, Gatekeeper closes his case file, before procuring a case with business cards. He shuffles through them, emotionless as he is looking for one in particular, before sliding it on the table towards Eichi.

"I can't work like this. Didn't whoever showed you the rope told you how to manage this type of disruptive behavior? No wonder nothing is being done here. Let's reconvene tomorrow after you gain some clarity."

Hopefully this suits Tenshouin's taste so he can let whatever steam he got off to finally be productive.

"I heard they have skillful impersonators."

[ironicxblue]

"It's 4am. You need sleep."

Coming from Tenshouin that was incredibly irritating.

The guy was so sickly, that he probably shouldn't even be up himself. And yet he was telling Izumi to go to bed? Yeah, no.

"I'm aware. But I've got work I need to get done before my flight in-" he checked the time "three hours. So I'm fine, thanks."

He didn't like dealing with Eichi at the best of times, but as tired as he was, his irritation levels were already pretty high.

[raytm]

southernwood :   how seriously does your muse take themself ?   do they prefer a solemn   &   intellectual atmosphere or do they delight in jokes   &   banter ?  / @tenshujo salvia : is your muse possessive over people or things that matter a lot to them ? how do they express that possessiveness , or lack thereof ? / @starspurn amaryllis :   what is something or someone that your muse takes pride in ?   how do they express that pride ?   goldenrod :   does your muse believe in luck or fortune ?  why or why not ?   where do they believe these things come from ?  sunflower :   what brings your muse the most joy in life ? / @dupliciti

sparkle does not take herself seriously, however, a satirical take on the concept of solemnity is very much a farce she would participate in. she revels in a transposing identity, in being able to accurately discern and replicate if not create of her own volition, people, histories, truths. she can find delight in many a place, both in the asinine and in the most severe. inherently, she is not one to tie herself to a true sense of severity, i think one of the biggest parts of what makes me intrigued about sparkle as a character is the fact that she appears untethered to most things and able to delve into a great many without any particular, lasting attachment to them. she could take herself very seriously, or not seriously at all, depending on the circumstance and if it were to her own elation.

to a degree, yes, but aren’t all people. is what i feel she would tell you but, she gives off a certain degree of not being restrained by concepts such as possessions or people. however, perhaps this is interchangeable also, considering her mask, the girl who preceded sparkle, who gave sparkle her identity ( or perhaps she didn’t, again it’s impossible to tell with her because she has such a penchant for lying or making things more interesting than they are ) was maybe someone / something that she is possessive of. reading her lore makes me inclined to believe that the person sparkle is now emerged from that initial spark, so it would be that spark which birthed her elation, thus she may be protective / possessive of it. It’s her’s after all. But she also gives off the vibes that she would be pettily possessive over things just to see the way it makes others feel / riles them up. 

she takes pride in her performance, in her capacity to deceive others with her immaculate impressions. she spent a great deal of time studying others in order to be able to personify them, to wear their face and play their role. she expresses this in her splendid acting, be it small scale, or large scale, where eyes can fall upon her is where she’s drawn to being. I do not think there is much she takes in pride for apart from this, it seems to be where she draws her elation from and where her identity emanates from. I think it would be rather amusing if sparkle had say, small rituals she did before certain performances / acts that she believes, perhaps with a sort of ingenuous flair, enhance if not guide the course the act will take. perhaps innately linked backed to aha and knowing that which satiates the laughter also satiates herself. luck is bestowed upon her because she plays the part designated for her, if that is guileless belief then perhaps, she is indeed so.  elation, steeping herself in the delirium that arises from anarchy. sparkle revels in the uninhibited essence of her own elation at any given time, causing other’s strife, witnessing the marionette perform in the way she has devised for it, seeing plans come to a splendid, anarchic fruition. she also enjoys saccharine snacks, effervescent beverages. she is someone who can enjoy both life's intricacies and its simplicities. another thing she truly enjoys is being able to deceive others with her imitations, with the time she dedicates to studying, comprehending and purloining others mannerisms there’s something quite satisfying about the look of credence on their faces when their friend has been replaced and they are none the wiser. 

[wildwoof]

@tenshujo :: This means they know of T*mblr

This also means they know of X ( formerly known as Tw*tter ) and Y*utube. Even F*cebook and Inst*gram. T*ktok??? That too.

[lunarcry]

@tenshujo thank u

[bloodymoonxvampire]

✿ Just fuck me up honestly

SEND “ ✿ ” FOR 2 HEADCANONS FOR OUR MUSES’ RELATIONSHIP.

Despite what often manifests as a rather antagonistic relationship, Rei does remember details about what Eichi likes, and goes out of his way to keep it around. There's really no ulterior motive, he's just thoughtful. Sure, it can go some way towards peacekeeping, but with their history? A brand of tea or a package of dorayaki or whatever isn't going to matter in the slightest when tensions start building, and Eichi is someone that Rei pretty much never feels the need to "smooth things over" with.

Actually, Rei is pretty sympathetic towards Eichi, despite everything. It's the illness. He doesn't pity him, nor does he feel compelled to grant clemency. There absolutely is still a tinge of hatred there, hurt carried by everything that's happened, and despite himself, he's always just a little mistrustful that the next move of such a caliber may already be in schemes. But he does understand, maybe a little better than other people, the way that living with such a severe condition (especially in such an intense atmosphere) can affect one's priorities and perspective. So, he's sympathetic, and maybe a little bit moved by the sheer amount of passion Eichi must have for his chosen path, especially compared to everyone else, who must also be extremely devoted to their chosen lifestyle.

[awesomeuchuu]

@tenshujo

Eichi @ Eichi: remember me when we're famous xoxo

Eichi gaped, and stared, which, all things considered, wasn't a very flattering look. But what else could he do?? Because he was. Staring. At. Himself.

He reached to discretely pinch the bridge of his hand. That stung a little, but he was still there. The other him. Not Eichi himself. But the other Eichi was also Eichi... Wasn't he?

"...I think whether we'll be remembered or not is the least of our problems right now, though." He tried a smile that only slightly quivered.

[realmforged]

A sleepless day, primarily for him it seems. Adjusting to the weird nocturnal hours can be a struggle when there's other matters to take care of before the weekend break but alas, he's a dedicated manager. Even if it seems like he's working a bit too hard at times. Most of what he needs to do isn't all that arduous but that doesn't mean he's not losing out on his sleep. Lawrence enters a small kitchenette of the dorm residence facility, all so he could get some accommodations for himself in the pitiful shape of nourishment. The only thing stocked currently were bagels and coffee, maybe he should go shopping soon so that there's something actually to eat? Putting that thought aside, the footsteps of a passerby causing him to look over his shoulder to see who it was. Oh, it was Eichi. A sluggish smile displays upon pale features as the older gentleman makes a hand gesture to the brewing coffee pot, the one he started up mere minutes ago.

❝ Good morning Tenshouin-san. Want me to pour you a cup of coffee? ❞

starter call / @tenshujo

[calopsic]

[COLLAR] + reverse for Wataru <3

' eichi… my sweet, sweet eichi… ' his voice, a velvety murmur, resonated with an intimacy reserved for a select few, those held in the innermost chambers of wataru's heart. unfortunately, only one soul in his universe possessed the privilege of experiencing this rare, vulnerable side.

gloved hands clung to the emperor's jacket with a possessive urgency, as if trying to anchor eichi in a world where only the two of them existed. wataru's forceful pull brought the blonde closer, and the depths of longing in his eyes laid bare a profound desire that transcended mere physical proximity. in that private moment, he was grateful for the seclusion that wrapped around them like a cocoon.

one of the clown's gloved hands ventured beneath the layers of eichi's attire, exploring the contours of his waist, searching for an opening to breach the barrier between fabric and skin.

' i can't help but be bold for the night ' he confessed in that sultry, low tone. wataru then leaned closer, his lips grazing eichi's ear, adding an additional layer of intimacy to his words. ' just to show you an even bolder side later when we find ourselves in the sanctuary of our abode… '

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐀 👀 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 | accepting.

[fakestype]

@tenshujo: What sand does to a man