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kokorosfanfics · 3 years

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may i request kiibo with a male or gender neutral s/o who's often uncomfortable with touch, giving him a hug for the first time?

Yasss I love that cute robot! I just wanna give him a big hug and a kiss. He’s too adorable and cute and Aaaaghh! -Mod Kokoro.

Kiibo With A Male!S/O Hugging Him For The First Time.

You and Kiibo had been boyfriends for quite some time now. He was the love of your life, and you were his. He always liked to show off every new function to you, and you always loved to see them. The two of you were often always together, usually sitting next to each other, either deep in conversation or just enjoying each others presence as you did other things. Whether it be things like reading, drawing, writing, or any hobby either of you had. It always felt good to be in each others presence.

Well, today was one those days. You were sitting on a picnic blanket together, Kiibo was excitedly telling you about his latest function Miu gave him, and you listened intently, while also weaving together some flowers into a flower crown. You did your best to hide it, as you wanted to surprise him with it. You weren’t the most comfortable with affection, but today, you wanted to give Kiibo a gift, and also a hug. You longed to hold him, and be held by him.

“And check this out! Miu even gave me X-ray vision! That way I could help in case someone is injured!” He was always so sweet. A part of why you loved Kiibo so much was because of how kind and compassionate he was. He was the sweetest. It was adorable to see him get so happy.

“That’s really cool babe! If I ever get hurt, I know you’ll be able to help me!” You winked, enjoying the cute, flustered look on your boyfriends face.

“W-Well of course! I’d want to be there for you anytime you needed me!” He blushed nervously, pressing his fingertips together.

You just couldn’t help but smile widely at that. How was he always so darn cute cute all the time?

“Hey Kiibo, close your eyes real quick.”

“Huh? Why?”

“It’s a surprise!”

“Okay, I trust you..” He closed his eyes, and you gently placed the flower crown atop his head.

Next, you pulled out a mirror from your bag so you could show him.

“Okay, you can open them!” You cheered.

He opened his eyes and saw his reflection. He looked surprised for a moment, and gently pat his head, and smiled ear to ear when he felt the flower crown.

“S/O.... Thank you so much! I promise I’ll treasure this forever!” He said as he took a photo of this memory. He planned to later print it out and hang it on a wall.

“I’m glad you like it Kiibo, but that’s not all.” You said as you put the mirror back down on the blanket.

“Oh? What else do you have for me?” He asked excitedly.

“W-Well... It’s not really an object, more like, um...” Now it was your turn to be fumbling and nervous. You scooted closer to Kiibo, arms outstretched. You were pretty shy about this, but you wanted to do it anyways.

“S/O, do you want to give me a hug?” Kiibo asked excitedly.

“Y-Yeah..”

He immediately pulled you forward, both of you completely wrapping your arms around each other tightly.

“I love you so much Kiibo. You mean the world to me.” You muttered to him, gripping him tightly.

“I love you too S/O! I couldn’t ask for a better boyfriend!” He squeezed you a little tighter, careful not to hurt you.

Kiibo couldn’t see it, but your face was like a volcano. But what you didn’t know, was Kiibo was also a beet red. His face was overheating from the fact you finally felt comfortable enough to hug him. You both wanted this moment to last forever.

Feeling bold, you turned your head to give Kiibo a kiss on the cheek. You felt him heat up a little, as he pulled you into his lap to hold you close.

The two of you stayed in each others arms for a while, enjoying the sweet moment you were sharing. You whispered to each other how much you love each other, making the other heat up even more.

Eventually, you began to feel drowsy, enjoying the warmth between you and Kiibo, and began to slowly fall into a peaceful slumber.

He admired your sleeping form, and how peaceful it was. He found your sleeping face to be really, really cute. He also decided to take a snapshot, that he would later print out and cherish forever.

When he was absolutely sure you were asleep, he pressed a goodnight kiss to your forehead, and adjusted you to be bridal style in his arms as he held you.

“Goodnight, S/O. I promise to love you forever. I’ll do my best to be the perfect boyfriend for you!”

"Kiibo..” You stirred awake.

“Oh, S/O, I didn’t mean to-”

“You already are the perfect boyfriend.” You said before going back to sleep in his arms.

#danganronpa #kiibo x reader #keebo #k1 b0 #keebo x reader

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kanri-tea · 3 years

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De-aged Jakurai

Jakurai gets de-aged via illegal mic.

You were born and raised in the darkness of the underworld. Death nipped at your heels even from an early age and you learned quickly to never be surprised.

Unfortunately, there are some things you cannot predict, and this is one of them. In front of you are two men, a blonde, sparkly looking man, and a red-haired, tired man.

“Sensei?!”

“Aaaaghh! How could this even happen?!”

You tilt your head. They aren’t familiar and they certainly don’t look like your handlers, but looks can be deceiving, so you stay silent, unsure.

“Is- is that a knife?!”

They’ve caught sight of your blades and they start screeching and yelling even more. It makes your head hurt. You want to leave, but you don’t know if they’re your handlers, but also, you thought you were on a break.

Turning heel, you walk away from them. They’re probably not your problem, and frankly, while you don’t know how you got there, you should most definitely be returning to base.

“Oh my god,” Hifumi hears Doppo mutter again. Which is kind of mean, it’s not like they purposely lost Sensei. They had looked away for, like, a second and poof! He was gone! How rude!

“Oh my god.”

“Doppo~! C’mon, enough sulking! We have to find Sensei before something bad happens!”

“Hi-fu-mi. We lost Sensei. We lost a child version of Sensei!”

Hifumi shrugged. Well, yes, they did, but no use crying over spilled milk, right?

“I doubt Sensei has gone too far, he’s tiny right now,” he chirps, glancing around the horizon for any hints of where Sensei could have gone.

“Aaaaggh. Why did we have to run into one of your stupid self-proclaimed rivals! Of course, they had to have an illegal mic!”

Okay, now Doppo was really being unfair, Hifumi thought, pouting, it wasn’t like he was actively making enemies. It wasn’t his fault his kittens loved him so much more than those brutes.

“C’mon, Doppochi, let’s go find Sensei! I think I saw him go this way!”

Hifumi started dragging Doppo along the path, ignoring the spluttering and heavy feeling in his stomach. The child version of Sensei was like 10, plus it’s Sensei. He wouldn’t stir up toomuch trouble… right?

“Uhhh…”

This was not what Ichiro had expected to see today. What was supposed to happen was him going to work and then going home to take care of his cute little brothers, a very typical and normal day.

Ichiro most definitely did not expect to see what seemed to be the child of his former teammate.

“Hey,” Ichiro started, rubbing the back of head. This was super awkward.

The kid stared back at him with wide, flat blue eyes.

“Uh, are your parents around?”

“I do not understand.”

Okay, this was new.

“Y’know,” Ichiro said, kneeling down, “Your dad or your mom. Shouldn’t you be with them? Not… not here in a dingy alleyway.”

The kid blinks, “I do not know where my progenitors are. I do not have memories of them.”

Okay, now the kid was just being difficult. What the heck did that even mean?

“Okay… What’s your name, kiddo? I’m Ichiro.”

“I am called Jakurai,” the kid replies and while its not exactly an uncommon name, what are the chances of a little kid that looks almost exactly like Sensei and having the same name?

Right on cue, his phone buzzes. It buzzes multiple times, actually, but more importantly, keeping his grip on the may-or-may-not-be-a-de-aged-Jinguji-Jakurai, there’s a message from Izanami.

Opening the message, Ichiro fights back a groan. Of course Matenro had to run into an illegal microphone, and of course Sensei had to be de-aged.

“Well, Se- I mean, Jakurai, I guess we’re stuck with each other for now,” Ichiro felt a migraine building.

The child version of Sensei stares back at him. Well, at least he’s not screaming or anything, plus he’s kind of a cute kid, Ichiro thinks, and begins leading the kid back to Yorozuya Yamada.

You don’t know why you let this boy drag you around. He’s so painfully civilian, it almost physically hurts you. Almost.

He takes you to his home and treats you like a child. You don’t understand. You are not a child; you are a weapon.

He even gives you a popsicle. You don’t really know how to react to this, so you take it. It’s sweet.

Ichiro seems to be calling people. An informant, you think, and the familiar label lets you relax a little bit.

You glance around the house. It looks more like an office than a house, but you since there are two floors, you assume the residents live on the second floor. Either way, even the office looks lived in. There are pictures of two other children with similar facial features to Ichiro, whom you assume are his siblings, and there are random items strewn about.

It feels warm. Like love, you think, but you don’t know what love is.

You glance back at Ichiro. He’s not facing you, and your blades feel heavy. You think about how easy it would be to kill him, how vulnerable he is. You don’t want to though, but if your handler tells you to, you know you must.

You know you wouldn’t want to kill Ichiro though.

You know you don’t want to kill at all.

It takes them nearly two hours to finally reach the Yamada residence in Ikebukuro.

Two hours way too long, Doppo hysterically thinks. Hifumi, as much as Doppo loved him, was a disaster and a half, from being distracted by the smallest of things and then being too terrified to move because of a couple of women, the trip had been a long one.

Greeting them at the door is the second member of the Buster Bros, Jiro, and the flat look that he gives them really does not help his nerves.

Did something happen?

“C’mon, your creepy kid leader is in the office,” Doppo hears Jiro mutter, and he pushes down on the instinctive feeling to apologize. This isn’t the time to fall victim to your shitty self-esteem, he thinks to himself.

“So,” Ichiro tells them, “It’s only supposed to last, like, a day or something. He’ll return back to normal on his own.”

It’s relieving to hear that, Doppo thinks, and beside him, he can tell that Hifumi thinks the same even without having to glance over.

In another room, along with Yamada Saburo, sensei is listening to the other boy ramble with blank eyes. There’s no movement or twitching coming from the child, nothing like how his brother was like when they were younger and had to sit still for any period of time.

Doppo would’ve attributed it as sensei’s nature, but there’s something unnatural about the stillness, something off about the younger Jinguji Jakurai’s perfect posture.

He can’t put his finger on it, but it unnerves him and from the looks of it, everyone else, even the youngest Yamada, has picked up on that. They don’t question it though.

It doesn’t take long afterwards to collect sensei and to return to their apartment. The child doesn’t question it, just follows them blankly and quietly.

It really is unnerving.

The siblings interact with you, but you quickly realize that you scare them. That you unnerve them.

Maybe it’s because they’ve realized that you aren’t human, something whispers in his mind, but he brushes it off. They are civilian and pose no danger to him.

The sparkly man and the tired man show up again. You’re not sure why.

Where they your handlers?

The youngest child, Saburo, tries to distract you while Ichiro talks to the sparkly man and the tired man. It doesn’t work, and you eavesdrop on their discussion.

De-aging. You don’t know what that means, and it makes you feel uneasy. A test, maybe? To prove his worth to his possible handlers?

You don’t know, and the uneasiness grows as you follow them to their safehouse. It warm and cozy and well-lived in, unlike most safehouses you’ve stayed at. It feels very off-protocol, but what do you know, you are a weapon.

They feed you and it isn’t poisoned for once.

They lead you to a room and they tell you to sleep.

You don’t understand.

Maybe, you think, things will make sense when you wake up. When you wake, there will be assignments to do, targets to kill. You are a weapon after all, not a child, not a human.

You fall asleep warm and comfortable for the first time that you could ever remember.

“Sensei!”

“Good morning.”

There is sunlight shining on his face in a way that doesn’t in his own home, and instinctively, Jakurai wakes up tense. It only takes a couple more seconds, however, to realize that not only is he not in his own apartment, but that he was also in Doppo and Hifumi’s apartment.

Why?

The last thing he could remember was a rap battle, and an… illegal… microphone.

Oh. Something had hit him, but Jakurai couldn’t figure out what.

It doesn’t take long before Hifumi starts spilling about the previous day, Doppo interjecting at times, about his child self, about the illegal microphone, and about the Yamadas.

You thank them for looking out for you and make a mental note to thank Ichiro as well. You dodge the questioning stares that appear when they start talking about your child self’s demeanor.

By the time you leave, unpleasant memories are drudged up and regret spills into your thoughts.

You aren’t a weapon anymore.

You don’t have to kill anymore.

You won’t kill anymore.

Your purpose now is to serve humanity, to save people. To be a better person.

What once was will never be again, not if Jakurai had any say or control over it. Jinguji Jakurai is the saintly doctor of Shinjuku. It will be the one thing no one can ever take from him, not Amemura, not the Chuuoku, not Hitoya.

But you know you will never be any less deadly.

You have sworn to never dirty your hands with lives again.

#hypnosis mic #jinguji jakurai #buster bros #matenrou #de-aged jakurai #child jakurai

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ulibeanz · 6 years

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is it weird 2 take a poll for my own name?? oh well i thrive in public vulnerability so lets do this -- obviously the decision will be mine but i’d love opinions on what name do u think is cuter and Most Me! Ok so my given name is Gabrielle, I’m cuban, a gay nonbinary trans guy, and i’m toying with these names:

1) Elli (pronounced “Ell-ee.” this is what it is now! i am very satisfied with that spelling, it feels nice and cute and its convenient to have the same pronunciation as before, but am slightly uncomfortable w outsiders still hearing it as a “”””Female””””” name)

2) Gabriel (pronounced “GAI-bree-uhl.” obvious attachment bc of my given name, satisfied by the biblical and Cuban association, used to informally go by this name in middle school, but every Gabriel ive met has been a tool so .. ?) 2) Eli (pronounced “Ee-lie” idk how i feel bout it? all i think about is eli from degrassi and that’s also my boyfriends kin lmao so feel weird bout it but feels like an obvious route? )

3) Elliot (pronunced “EH-lee-uht” seems cute but not exactly me but also feel like i could warm up to it. Many small children have called me this before because they misheard my name and i didn’t correct them. feels like a librarian name?)

3) Uli (pronounced “Oo-lee”, short for Ulises which is another Spanish name and pronounced “Oo-lee-sis” i am in love with this name and have a crush on it but feel like it’s almost too magnificent and the nickname almost too cute for me? also what about my BRAND!!! my url!!!! why did i put my name in it aaaaghh!)

#im trans

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forestwater87 · 7 years

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Gwenvid Week - Day 2

Hiking or AND Stargazing (technically)

David was convinced that one day they’d have a Hiking Camp that didn’t end in complete disaster. The couple times each summer they ran one, he insisted on betting Gwen twenty dollars that it’d go absolutely fine.

She felt a little bad taking his money. But . . .

“AAAAGHH!”

. . . not too bad.

“What?” She abandoned her post at the back of the straggling line of campers and sprinted to where the scream had come from. Shoving aside the apathetic kids gathered in a circle, she knelt down by David, who was sitting up and wiping dirt off his cheek. “Fuck, what happened?”

“Language, Gwen!” he replied cheerfully, leaning forward to inspect his feet; with a hiss through clenched teeth, he carefully picked up his left foot and rested it on his right knee, tugging at his bootlaces with quiet grunts of pain each time the leg was jostled. “I’m sure everything’s fine! Just tripped and landed on my ankle wrong. I’m sure I’ll feel fine in a few minutes!”

Oh no. She’d heard shit like that before. (Usually during other Hiking Camps; for someone who loved nature so much, nature sure didn’t love David.) “C’mere.” Gwen pushed his hands out of the way and gingerly maneuvered his shoe and sock off, ignoring his weak mumbled “ow”s.

He leaned forward, beaming. “See! It looks better already!”

“Better” was a matter of opinion. To her eyes his ankle looked like a horror show, angry purpling bruises already blooming on the swelling flesh. “Did you seriously only sprain this thing? It looks practically broken.”

“I’m sure it’s neither!” He glanced up at the kids, who’d finally all caught up and were watching with varying levels of interest, and smiled apologetically. “Sorry, campers, it’ll be just a few minutes and then I’ll get good to —”

“Yeah, we’re taking you back,” Gwen declared, climbing to her feet and shrugging off her backpack. “I’ve got some first aid shit but you’ll need ice and elevation and —”

“But we’re on a mountain!” he protested with a hopeful grin. “We’re surrounded by elevation!”

“— and rest,” she finished, glowering at him. “Can you walk, David?”

He blinked and looked up at the sky, the closest he got to rolling his eyes. “Of course I can! Just a second . . .” He managed to make it about halfway to standing without putting weight on the sprain — at which point he collapsed with a whimper. “Let — let me just try again,” he insisted, sniffling and swiping away tears before they could fall.

Yeah, she wasn’t waiting around for that. “Nurf, Ered, help him up,” she ordered, standing on her toes to peer around for QM. “Carefully!” she added when David let out another cry of pain. She found the Quartermaster hunched over a bush, glaring deep into it at something only he could see. “David got hurt. Think you can take over the rest of the hike? He needs to get back to camp.”

“Mmhmm.” The Quartermaster swiped at the bush with his hook, causing it to rattle and erupt into rodent-like chattering, then turned to her, impassive.

Gwen took a couple steps back. “Right. Thanks, QM.” Turning back to the kids, she pointed at Nurf again, who was supporting David. “You’re in charge. If everyone makes it back to camp alive, you get . . . one knife back.”

He crossed his arms, nearly sending David off his feet. “Three.”

“One, and David’s pudding cup at dinner.”

“Gwen!”

So he was paying attention to that but not to where he was walking? “David, you can have my pudding cup if it means that much to you.”

“Th-thank you.”

Neil frowned. “Then why don’t you just offer Nurf your pudding cup, Gwen? Since he’s effectively getting it anyway —”

“For fuck’s sake,” Gwen cried, throwing her arms in the air, “you’ll get someone’s fucking pudding cup! Do we have a deal or not?” She waited until he nodded before adding, “Good, then you’re in charge. I mean . . . QM’s in charge, but . . . yeah. Anyway. Hey, David?”

He’d managed to right himself, in part because he was using Ered’s head as support. “Yes, Gwen?” he replied, as sunny as if he wasn’t holding one foot off the ground like a wounded kitten.

“Get on my back, we gotta get back to camp.”

His face fell. “But — ! But Gwennn, we were going to take the kids up to Sleepy Peak Peak to see the stars!” he whined. “It’s a very important summer tradition!”

“If it helps, none of us gives a shit,” Max offered.

“Shut up, Max. David, you’re not climbing a mountain like that. Hell, I’m not climbing a mountain with you like that. It’s maybe an hour or two’s walk back.”

“But I . . .” He must’ve known she wasn’t backing down, because he let out a defeated sigh and gently released Ered. “Fine,” he mumbled, giving her one last puppy-dog look.

She’d known him way too long to be swayed by that pout. “Yeah, yeah, you big baby. Come on, I wanna get back before dark.”

David wasn’t the most coordinated when uninjured, and he jabbed her a few times with his elbows and knees getting in position. But eventually she had him in piggyback and was tromping her way back down the gentle slope of the mountain, bidding the campers a quick “Try not to die” as they left.

Neither of them spoke for the first half hour or so; Gwen was mostly focusing on not tripping over her own feet and getting them both hurt, and David . . . who ever knew what he was thinking?

Finally he broke the silence. “I’m not too heavy, am I?” he fretted, tightening his arms around her neck.

She rolled her eyes. “David, remember when we had to carry that fucking kiln all the way from the bus stop because you were dumb enough to decide we needed a pottery camp but didn’t need to hire professional kiln delivery? That thing was way heavier than you.”

He nestled his face in the crook of her neck, nosing aside her hair and gently kissing just above the collar of her shirt. “I was trying to save money.”

“Yeah, good thing you spared us those fifty whole dollars. Made a real dent in the other three thousand.” When he didn’t say anything, just pressed another soft kiss to her neck like he could get away with apologizing without actually admitting any wrongdoing, she laughed and hiked him up a few inches to readjust her grip, wincing as he let out a small distressed squeak. “Sorry, babe. Didn’t hurt you too bad, did I?”

David shook his head, something she could feel against her neck and see out of the corner of her eye as his poof of fluffy bangs bounced with the movement. “M’okay. Just tired.”

Gwen resisted the urge to point out that she was the one doing the heavy lifting, here. She knew how worn out one could get just by being in pain; after enough years at the camp it was a familiar feeling. “We're almost there,” she said instead, trying to pick up her pace without jostling him too much.

For another few minutes he's quiet. Then she feels a huff of warm air against her hairline: “There's a place I know that's tucked away . . .”

“You better not expect me to sing along,” she said with a slightly breathless laugh. Sure, she was strong and David was light, but she'd still been lugging 130 pounds of boyfriend downhill for the better part of an hour. This was definitely her exercise for the week. Maybe the month. “Or are you trying to motivate me to speed up?”

“No! I just thought . . . sometimes it makes things go faster. If there's music.”

“And you don't know anything with a little more rock?”

He was quiet for a few seconds. Long enough that she started wondering if she should apologize.

“Here we are now, entertain us . . .”

Gwen repressed a snort. Apparently something within the decade — or the millennium — was out of the question. But it was sweet of him to try. “Actually, that camp song’s growing on me.”

She could practically feel his ears prick up. “Really?”

“Yeah. And I still only know the beginning part, so . . .”

“I can teach you!”

Gwen hated to admit it, but trying to memorize the proper order of “football, limbo, science, stunting . . .” actually did make the walk go the tiniest bit faster. Though by the time they finally got back to camp he’d long given up on the song; judging by the warm, pliant weight against her back and neck and the gentle breaths ghosting over her collarbone, he’d fallen asleep, or was close to it. “David?” she murmured, trying to rouse him as gently as possible. (A gesture that proved immediately pointless when she tripped over a rock in the dimming light and almost sent them both flying into the dirt.) “We’re . . . uh, here,” she finished lamely. “You okay?”

“Ngh . . .” She wasn’t sure if that was grogginess or pain, but he recovered admirably. “Oh! Of course.” Wriggling free of her and hopping over to the cabin, he leaned against the wall as she unlocked the door, letting her loop his arm over her shoulders and help him into the wooden box they called home. “Thank you for taking care of me,” he said softly as she settled him down on his bed, propping his injured leg up with pillows and wrapping the ankle up with an ice pack.

“Like I had a choice,” she shot back, tapping her nose against his to cushion the words. “If you get eaten by bears or something I’m the only one here to run this hellhole.”

David took the pain meds she handed him and fumbled for his canteen. “Language,” he began, then but off with a gasp. “Gwen, Gwen, turn off the lights!”

There was something in his voice that made her nervous, an urgency that compelled her to do as he said. “What? Is there a creep out there or something? That drug dealer guy?”

“Look at the stars,” he breathed, scooching over as well as he could (and flinching as his ankle twisted) and pressing his face to the window. “Aren’t they beautiful?”

She couldn’t exactly see them with his head blocking the pane like that, but his awestruck face was too cute for her to be annoyed. “Sure are,” she said, sitting on the side of the bed and wrapping her arm around his shoulders. He turned and let her peck his temple before getting sucked back into the view, and for a few minutes she studied his profile, the bleached moonlight glancing off his nose and forehead and cheekbones so that his freckles looked almost black and his eyes were practically silver. “Sorry you’re not at Sleepy Peak Peak.”

He shook his head, tearing his gaze away from the window and snuggling into her side. “It’s okay,” he said, taking her hand. “This is nice, too.”

“I’m honored.” She flipped over the hand in hers, tracing with her fingernail the pale pink scar that cut across his palm and was mirrored on the back of his hand.

David shivered, pulling his hand free. “Ssstop that,” he whined. “You know that I . . .”

“What?” She raised her eyebrows, smirking as he looked away and pressed his lips together. “David, is something wrong?”

“You know,” he muttered.

“Yeah, I do.” Gwen sighed dramatically, gently settling her cheek on his shoulder. “But you’re out of commission until your foot heals, so . . .” He made a small sad noise, like a squeaky chew toy with not enough air, and she laughed. “Come on, you didn’t think about that?”

“No . . .” And he sounded so pathetic, especially with his giant swollen ankle propped up in the air, that she had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from grinning.

“Sorry, Brother David,” she teased, smirking as he flushed dark and turned his head away, “doctor’s orders.” Idly, she walked her fingers up his stomach, watching the muscles twitch minutely. “You’re kinda keyed up, aren’tcha?”

He shrugged, still not quite facing her. “It was a long walk,” he finally muttered. “You were . . . close.”

“And?”

“And warm.” When she just waited expectantly, he pouted slightly and added, “And smelled nice.”

“Wow. Triple threat, huh?” Gwen kissed his ear — the closest thing facing her — and David’s breath caught audibly. “How’d you survive that?”

“Th . . . the camp song helped.”

She snorted, nearly shoving him over before remembering he was hurt. “Greenwood, you creep.” He sighed and covered his face with his hands, but she gently pulled them away, circling each of his wrists with her thumb and middle finger. “I mean . . . your ankle hurts, doesn’t it?”

David looked like he was seriously considering lying, but then his shoulders drooped and he mumbled, “Yeah.”

Gwen made a sympathetic noise. “Could probably use a distraction, huh?”

His eyebrows quirked up, his head cocking just slightly to the side. “Um . . . maybe?”

“We just gotta keep that leg from moving. Which . . . poses a couple problems. But not too many, I don’t think.” She grinned up at him, taking his hands and lacing their fingers together. “Any ideas?”

She’d never get used to the way he looked at her, all breathless wonder and glowing pleasure and wariness. Especially in those moments when his smile cut through his shock, as warm and reassuring as his fingers tightening around hers. “A couple,” he admitted, not quite meeting her eyes.

“Me too,” she said, fighting to keep the teasing gloat out of her voice. “I have some really good ones.”

David laughed then, soft and gentle like the moon-drenched air of the cabin. “You always do, Gwen.”

#not thrilled with the ending but i had a fucking deadline #3 minutes until day 2 ends but I GOT IT IN THERE #campcamp #cc david #cc gwen #gwenvid #gwenvid week #hiking #stargazing

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mynameisamess · 7 years

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Tagged by @milo-gin Rules:1. post the rules 2. answer the questions given to you by the tagger 3. write 11 questions of your own 4. tag 11 people 1. Do you know annyeonghaseyo?  Omg, I don't and I'm so sorry. I've honestly tried getting into k-pop but I'm just…. so …. lazy? *sigh* I should probably change that though. 2. What’s the thing that scares you the most?  Ummm…. answering this questions? Haha, I guess I'm gonna have to say being alone because *cough I-fuckin-hate-astrology cough* am I truly alone? Or am I being watched and discerned? And I guess this would be like maybe if the world was ending only, but I guess since it's the thing that scares me the most it'd make sense? Idk I'm probably overthinking this haha. 3. If you could red-do your life, would you change something, if so, what would it be?  Oooh crap. I'd like to say I have lived a life without regrets, but honestly…. nope. I'd probably re-do the whole thing? But, I'd also like for things to stay the way they were… aaagh so challenging. I'd probably not call that random boy stupid for no reason and I'd handle that one kid in second grade that bothered me differently and maybe I'd do my first relationship differently. 4. Did you know you can buy pieces of moon?  I do now ;). Just kidding, umm, I hadn't really thought about it recently, but I discovered that neat fact while reading Judy Moody in like 3rd grade. Unless you actually can't buy pieces of moon and this is just a troll? 5. You are now queen or king of a nation, what would you do with that power?  I would probably give it away to somebody responsible and take a nap because, hahahahahaha, what is responsibility actually? Me? Have power? Bwahaha, not realistic. And if I had to keep the power, I'd probably mess up the whole nation and still take my nap. But honestly, I'm just lazy. Gaahhh. And, speaking seriously, what I'd do would depend on what was going on in that nation at the time of my reign. 6. How important is music in your life?  Probably like the sun? Jk, obviously not, but very. It's very important. *screams* So I played viola for like 3 years and sucked but now I love hearing even just the violin playing, and I love the cello now, too. And I was in chorus for like 6 years, but, hahaha, what is improvement? More like deprovement? hahahaha *awkward laugh*. And like, I had music appreciation, and did you know you could just… appreciate music? Like, all sorts of music? Like, repetitive, annoying, boring, medieval music (tbh I forget what era this was in lmao)? Just… appreciate it all. I love music. So. Very. Much. It, like, almost hurts. 7. What’s a trait (physical or personality wise) that you like about yourself? None. Jkjk, maybe my hands, since I'm shallow like that. Like, I like my fingers and my nails and my wrists and my knuckles, you know? And the little veins that pop up and maybe the tendons. I used to like having my nails long but since about a year ago, I've been keeping them short, and when I paint them like this dark purple or green like I have them now they look like little m&m’s and it's so cute and I love it. 8. What’s your personality type, do you identify with it?  Personality type? I'm not even sure, haha. I took the test once and I think I didn't identify with it so I gave myself my own personality? That is, if it's MBTI we're talking about here. 9. Have you been in a relationship, if so what did you learn in it?  Yeh, I've been in one, I'm not sure I learned anything other than maybe Don't Get In A Relationship With Someone You Don't Actually Like. 10. If you were a writer what stories would you tell?  AAAAGHH *screams eternally* I am kinda actually a writer but not really because I suck and never post anything online but I used to and mainly I write fiction and I've written fanfiction and i kinda maybe sometimes (so like, most of the time) add a little bit (aka a shitload) of romance and also I never finish them. Yeah. 11. How do you feel about… S E X (hahaha this is tumblr, what a question ahaha)? ……………….. *awkward silence* hehe, I think? ……. Hehehe I think I shouldn't answer this >//@yanderr02 @astro-rambles @haikyuuanon @oldmoviesandnewshows @gemeauxvierge @sadneptunian @mx32000 @xocapstrology @thy-koosk @idateuforthewifi @adoriangay

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mrsashketchum · 7 years

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Send me a character Ask Game: Maka Albarn.

Thank you for sending an ask! Sorry this took a while ;;

ALL THE PEOPLE I SHIP WITH MAKA:

1. SOUL EATER EVANS

im not even gonna explain myself, but i will definitely ship this for the rest of my life tbh. gotten more into drawing cuz of this ship. made new friends with this ship. so proud of this ship. so proud. like a proud mom. aaaa

2. Death the Kid!

this may come as a surprise (or not? idk). if you’ve followed me long enough i may have drawn one MaKid art and requested some from other artists. like im down for soma and makid. like they’re just so cute??? idk??? especially in the manga tbh

3. Black☆ Star

hell yeah they’re my brotp!!!!! childhood friends!!!! i just love their dynamic?? buff friends who just want to arm wrestle and punch each other for laughs. they’re probably sparring partners sometimes too

4. Tsubaki ❤

GIRLFRIENDS FOR LIFE

guys, tsu-chan is the mom-friend we all need in our life. i absolutely love her motherly friendship with maka too! and they’re both so sweet aaaaghh im filled with feels~~~ brotp!!

5. Liz (the rockstar of the series, let’s be real)

i kinda accidentally shipped them while coming up with my plot for the gravity falls AU (picture has nothing to do with the AU– it’s just maka and liz chatting over lollipops), and i really wanna show the AU to the world someday!!!!! also she’s almost like female soul? which is kinda why i see the dynamic work. but either way, she’s reallyyyy cool. like seriously. maka would be game.

6. CRONAAAAAA

OK MY CHILD I LOVE CRONA

this was the ultimate brotp. i want to hug them both. maka’s done so much for crona and crona would do anything in return. just- so caring!!!!!! hugs forever!!!!!

7. Akane Hoshi (???)

ok this was actually accidental as well. i made this fic out of a prompt i found on tumblr, and while i was writing i was like omg what, no it cant be…. it’s… shippable???? (if that’s even a word) idk man i mean, look at akane. bishounen alert

8. Jack Frost

and this one definitely needs context. uhm, im not sure when exactly it started, but blame it all on my sister (lol no dont) for making a Guardians AU where maka shared a similar wavelength to nightlight (this was before jack = nightlight), and well, yeah. it just went downhill from there.

also jack has white hair. similar to soul… there might be a pattern…

(please read the au it’s actually quite good. i also helped in making the SE characters seem more canon/believable. and there’s soma so why not)

and lastly… my OT3:

9. SoMaKid (*insert air horn noises*)

i am in love with this okay i will fite for the three of them. if there’s anything i love other than soma, it’s somakid, for reals. idk where i started with this ot3 tbh. it just happened. i also saw a few fanarts and some parts in the manga and anime were very nice, and they were the top three most popular characters in the second popularity poll in the manga? but im not entirely sure why i shipped them and what made me ship them.

they just work??? i love them. till this day. (although i’ve been more of soma lately… must draw kid more.)

anyway, that’s all! thank you for seeing my list of ships!!!!! i would love to do this again ♡♡♡

Let’s play the “Send me a character and I’ll list who I ship them with” game!

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chronalrecall-blog · 7 years

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((1-100 AHAHAHA))

WELL FUCK. OKAY. CHALLENGE ACCEPTED.

1. What is you middle name? My middle name is Raylene.2. How old are you? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯3. When is your birthday? January 6th.4. What is your zodiac sign? Capricorn. 5. What is your favorite color? My favorite colour is black. lol. i also like orange/yellow.6. What’s your lucky number? idk??? 7. Do you have any pets? I have two cats, one named Kiwi and the other is named Fiona. My sister has a pet snake named bee. And I personally have my own pet fish, who’s named Mike. ^^ 8. Where are you from? I was born in Las Vegas in Nevada state. But I grew up in the southern parts of California until halfway through fourth grade I moved up to the Northern parts kinda above San Francisco. 9. How tall are you? I’m like. Hardly 5′3. 10. What shoe size are you? 8 1/211. How many pairs of shoes do you own? I have one pair of black sneakers. they are kinda getting ruined though... T_T12. What was your last dream about? I had a dream that I got two new pet betta fishes. And I was struggling to find places where they could go because my tank is only for one fish.. And so it was like really difficult and stressful... And they kept like jumping into my pet Mike’s tank??? And I was getting really worried because they fish wanted to kill Mike and so I was trying to protect him... Weird dream.. Haha.13. What talents do you have? Nothing really.. ^^;14. Are you psychic in any way? No. Lol.15. Favorite song? Accelerate. By Courtney something... I have it in my playlist that plays when u go on my profile 16. Favorite movie? Uhh... Idk. Light’s Out I guess.17. Who would be your ideal partner? Someone who’s really sweet. Who really cares about me. Overprotective. A big dreamer. I want someone who I can dream with. You know? I want to be special to them. I mean.. I’m all for the view of everyone being equal.. But just.. Humor me? ^^;; I want them to miss me if I’m away. And even if it’s just a pointless “good morning” text, or “good night” text. just... doing small things like that would mean the world.. Haha.18. Do you want children? No.19. Do you want a church wedding? Nah! I really want a space themed wedding!! Hahahaha, i have my dream wedding planned.. ^^’’20. Are you religious? No.21. Have you ever been to the hospital? Not really.. Not that I can remember.22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law? No! Never! :)23. Have you ever met any celebrities? I met Tabitha St. Germain. 24. Baths or showers? Showers. Unless I have a bath bomb...25. What color socks are you wearing? Black.26. Have you ever been famous? No????27. Would you like to be a big celebrity? Not really..28. What type of music do you like? It’s not a specific type.. Just anything that gives me a lot of emotion, for writing and drawing.29. Have you ever been skinny dipping? FUCK N O30. How many pillows do you sleep with? One. It’s like.. Really flat tho..31. What position do you usually sleep in? I’m not sure how to explain it. But I’m on my side a lot of the time, and it’s like.. It’s like I was laying down on my computer and passed out while doing so. lol.32. How big is your house? It’s a two story house. It’s kinda big.. Or maybe we just don’t have a lot of furniture..33. What do you typically have for breakfast? Air. Lol.34. Have you ever fired a gun? Yes. I went to the shooting range a few times a really long time ago.. it has been a while though.35. Have you ever tried archery? Yes! I actually got a bow once for my birthday and I went to an archery range once. But other then that, I haven’t done it in a while.36. Favorite clean word? Dream37. Favorite swear word? FUCK38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep? I didn’t sleep for three days once. I think technically four.. Or.. three in a half.. I guess.39. Do you have any scars? yes.40. Have you ever had a secret admirer? not really.41. Are you a good liar? yeah.42. Are you a good judge of character? depends really..43. Can you do any other accents other than your own? uh. ^^; i think i can? but.. i feel like it might just come across as offensive.. xD44. Do you have a strong accent? I have an American accent so I have no idea. xD45. What is your favorite accent? Scottish is pretty awesome..46. What is your personality type? INFP (’The Mediator’). if we are talking about the 16 personality type quiz that is..47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing? Uhm. It’s some jacket I have that was like 50 bucks...? i think..48. Can you curl your tongue? ya.49. Are you an innie or an outie? innie.50. Left or right handed? left handed.51. Are you scared of spiders? terrified.52. Favorite food? Pie.53. Favorite foreign food? Any Indian food is really good..54. Are you a clean or messy person? messy.55. Most used phrased? “Fuck my life”.56. Most used word? “Fuck”.57. How long does it take for you to get ready? A few minutes. I don’t really do anything special.58. Do you have much of an ego? My ego is smaller then a fucking atom. Lol.59. Do you suck or bite lollipops? succ60. Do you talk to yourself? Yes. Quite often.61. Do you sing to yourself? Sometimes.62. Are you a good singer? No..63. Biggest Fear? I’m afraid of someone very important to me dying. Or losing them in general..64. Are you a gossip? No. 65. Best dramatic movie you’ve seen? Uh.. Idk actually.66. Do you like long or short hair? I really love long hair but I want short hair >_67. Can you name all 50 states of America? fuck no.68. Favorite school subject? history or art.69. Extrovert or Introvert? Introvert. 70. Have you ever been scuba diving? Nah!71. What makes you nervous? So many things....72. Are you scared of the dark? Not really!73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes? Sometimes. Lol. Mostly just grammar mistakes.74. Are you ticklish? No.75. Have you ever started a rumor? No.76. Have you ever been in a position of authority? Yeah noo... I dont think I’d ever want to be. ;;;77. Have you ever drank underage? ^^;; 78. Have you ever done drugs? Absolutely not.79. Who was your first real crush? OKAY SO LIKE. THERE’S THIS REALLY CUTE PERSON WHO I LOVE AND THEY WERE MY FIRST CRUSH AND AAAAGHH! I m E A N. We’re dating now!!! But they were definitely my first crush!! i love them lol >_80. How many piercings do you have? None! 81. Can you roll your Rs?“ Yaaa82. How fast can you type? Well... I got 80 words per minute at my slowest pace... Uhmm...And i guess. my typing beats 93% of most people.. Ahaha.. And at school I’ll be typing normally and people will go like.. “You type really fast!” ... so i’m assuming... i type... pretty slow. lol. jk.83. How fast can you run? I can run really fast for short distances.84. What color is your hair? Naturally brown, but dyed black.85. What color is your eyes? Brown.86. What are you allergic to? Nothing actually.87. Do you keep a journal? No.88. What do your parents do? My dad works for Cisco, some technology based company... And my mom works for retail. that’s as much as i know though.89. Do you like your age? No.90. What makes you angry? Having to repeat myself. 91. Do you like your own name? My legal name I do not like... But I like the names I give myself. ^^ Like Cas, or Lena.92. Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they? i dont want kids ;;93. Do you want a boy a girl for a child? neither..94. What are you strengths? I can be very determined sometimes.. depending..95. What are your weaknesses? too many to list... @_@96. How did you get your name? I chose the names I like. 97. Were your ancestors royalty? I dont know actually.98. Do you have any scars? Yeah.99. Color of your bedspread? Gray.100. Color of your room? the walls are beige like.. and the floor is like brown..

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