The Rising: Cast interview, character information and plot outline
Several days ago the official T&B: The Rising website has been updated with plot outline, new character profiles and seiyu Q&A. Translation by courtesy of /m/ and /a/. I haven’t seen it posted before in here so I thought it would be a very interesting and valuable read for people who are just as excited about this movie as I am :> (under a cut due to volume of the text)
You are my senpai and I love your blog so much but I'm too nervous to actually follow you and I'm eternally sorry for that but you are just amazing and keep being the best
Oh my gosh anon, you’re the kindest anon ever /)////(\ I’m forever incompetent at expressing my gratitude, but I’m really grateful you make an extra effort to step by every now and then and look at my art ;v; Thank you very much<3 It’s what matters most to me.
WOW YOUR ART AND WOW ONE DAY I WANT TO BE LIKE YOU //BUT THAT DAY WILL ONLY COME IF I PRACTICE HARD BUT STILL WOW YOU WOW /BOWS DOWN AND PRAYS TO YOU //sorry my friend showed me your artwork and wow /hit by arty-sparkles
I’m really really sorry for a terribly late reply!! It must be because I don’t check tumblr unless I’m posting something _(:„„3 ゝ∠)_ Thank you so much!! It’s feels so unbelievably warm to hear those words from such an enthusiastic person (✪//﹏//✪) I hope it never leaves you and your artistic experience will be wonderful! Take care and good luck!
Here you can check for available slots, kept up to date. I can still add you to waiting list if all slots happen to be taken, so feel free to submit requests @ firstname.lastname@example.org at any time! For easier communication purposes: my time zone is Central European, GMT+2 h.
slot #1- free slot #2- working slot #3- working
occupied- slot has been taken, awaits payment working- paid slot, art in progress
I set up this shop to sell bracelets to help supplement my income.
I lost a lot of income due to being injured and off work. To make matters worse, my death trap of a vehicle nearly killed me before it broke down for good, and I don’t have enough money for a down payment to get another car.
I would be most appreciative if you would come take a look and buy one of my designs. I need to sell about 100 to make enough for a down payment. It takes like 4-6 hours for each bracelet to be made. I fulfill orders on a first come.first serve basis. But I will try to bust out at least two per day if order volume requires. I will literally drop everything else and work nonstop on them.
I’ll ship everywhere for free.
All bracelets are $2 off right now.
Buy 3 bracelets and get a free stretch ring that’ll match one of the bracelets. One size fits most.
Did I mention that with no car, I don’t have a means to go to work, and I could lose my job? Buy from me please?
I’d like to propose these additional designs _(:3 ゝ∠)_
Just a bit of grump-grump Barnaby and fluffy bath time cuddles~
Navy tote dropped carelessly to the floor, expensive leather jacket draped over the back of the couch, boots discarded without thought by the apartment door—for once, cleanliness was not at the forefront of Barnaby’s mind. His muscles ached from that afternoon’s workout which had been preceded by a taxing mission from Agnes.
Too much work, not enough points, he inwardly lamented.
A groan sounded from the hallway as its creator followed Barnaby inside before letting the door slam behind him and bringing his sounds of protest into Barnaby’s otherwise calm living space. Grunts and groans, interrupted by muttered phrases such as “If only you understood this old man’s pain,” or “If your abs are aching half as much as mine,” fell upon tired ears.
“Your whining is making my head hurt on top of everything else, old man.” The reprimand wasn’t meant to sound as harsh as it had. Then again, what came out of Barnaby’s mouth that didn’t sting? Kotetsu had grown used to it, fond of it even, and the harshness was forgotten, the words of no consequence.
“I’m going to start a bath.” Barnaby waved his hand towards the kitchen in a lazy motion, his signal to Kotetsu to take whatever he wanted as long as he didn’t touch the expensive wine—a restriction Kotetsu had discovered the hard way one unfortunate evening. Even that memory was smiled upon with some fondness. Really, there was nothing about Barnaby that Kotetsu could say he disliked, despite the abuse he shouldered on a daily—no, hourly—basis.
“Let me join you, Bunny,” Kotetsu cooed.
Barnaby’s voice trailed off as he disappeared back into his bedroom and the adjoining bathroom. “Do what you like.”