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t-u-i-t-c · 4 months
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Kamen Rider Horobi + Purple
@userdramas get to know me bingo ✦ color
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windy-tsubasa · 5 months
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Plushies made friends with horses and ponies🐴
Jin and Horobi plushies were happy to be greeted by the pony!
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Bracket 2, Round G, Attack 2
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There was no Horobi Propaganda
Roy Batty Propaganda
Tarn Propaganda
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tokuteasings · 1 year
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Meeting - MetsuBouJinRai
I WILL NOT STOP TALKING ABOUT MBJR OKAY? I LOVE THEM SO MUCH THAT IT H U R TS Warnings: This can be read as platonic or romantic and is dedicated to @melting-morning-blues a fellow MBJR (and naki) simp lol. Probably spoilers....yeah...def spoilers. Also this is sad kinda?
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Horobi:
The only time you’re gonna be able to meet Horobi in a positive aspect is after this man has reformed himself. He’s hiding in the shadows of the world now, he’s protecting it in his own way. He’s ensuring the Ark does not come back and he takes his job oh so seriously. He does not need to sleep and is reluctant to ask for help from Aruto (for obvious reasons) or even AIMS. He’s better at asking for help from the other members and his own son but it’s still...um...difficult. 
Your first meeting is that he’s protecting you from an attack somewhere or from a malicious human. It’s a nonlethal blow and Horobi just stands over them and then looks over at you. You know who he is, he was all over the news once upon a time and as he turns to leave, you speak, “Thank you.” it’s honest and sincere and this catches his attention. So he turns to you and asks, “Are you not afraid of me?” and when you shake your head no...Horobi is confused. He was...ya know...not a good person...
“You’re helping now, so there is no need to be afraid of you.” and this shocks him for a good while. He’s deathly silent and his glare could kill people. But he doesn’t speak as he leaves and you are left. But what you don’t know is that Horoboi is secretly following you as you walk to your destination in the dark, wanting to ensure that you’re okay before actually leaving.
You uh...end up meeting him again when he rescues you from yet another fucker. You chuckle and state, “We gotta stop meeting like this.” which causes Horobi to roll his eyes. “It is merely chance, do not get in trouble again.” and then...ya keep meeting again. Whoops. You swear you are not stalking him and he is definitely not stalking you. But it is chance and well...ya better off getting to know this dude anyway.
Ya somehow end up with Horobi on speed dial and you tend to text him about things about your day! He doesn’t respond quickly as he takes his time to come up with the proper responses (sometimes hijacked by Jin who’s happy that his papa has a friend) and sure these responses are dry as hell and he may not fully get things even using the internet...but Horobi is honestly trying. He’s not going to open up right away bit he’ll get there...and he considers you interesting either way...
Naki
The only way to meet Naki is technically through AIMS, especially through Yua. Naki is a homebody at heart and they tend to keep to themselves. They only interact with people when they deem it necessary and other than that, they really only hang with like...Yua and Fuwa? You meet Naki because Yua introduced you to them, in order to consolidate better camaraderie between members. Naki was difficult to get used to, honestly, not because they’re a Humagear but simply because Naki is just very hard to talk to. It’s kinda awkward and silent for a while.
Naki is super professional, however, so it’s difficult to make small talk with them. They’re focused on their work and it’s difficult to mesh with them. However, one thing Naki does enjoy talking about is their dreams and MBJR. Though it is slight, you see this...strange glimmer of artificial light within their eyes when they speak about it. It’s quick and ephemeral, you need to catch it before it dissipates altogether. They’re affectionate towards their comrades, their family...and it’s so sweet to see.
If you all have seen the Zero One anime, you know Naki is...secretly a bit of a lil shit. Ikazuchi did break the rules and Naki is secretly rather competitive and they don’t really notice it until someone has to point it out to them. Naki had been invited to a group party and they started to play games and Naki got super into it and honestly, Naki probably got it from Fuwa...
It takes a long while for Naki to warm up to you, even then communication verbally is sparse. But it helps that you have Yua to help mitigate the tension just a bit. Though, it soon ends up becoming comfortable silence between the two of you as each of you do your own thing. You just pass information to each other in this dance of quaint trust that speaks volumes within the silence. Naki shows it with cues you honestly almost miss. Perhaps small nods and a slight change in the openness of their body language.
Naki whispers a genuine and kind, “Thank you.” to you one day when you had complimented them. It’s robotic a bit but there’s this twinge of gratefulness and lightness to their voice in the end. This soon spirals into asking them to possibly some down time outside of the AIMS office and they accept, perhaps one of the few times they have an actual human friend that isn’t Yaiba or Fuwa...and it’s nice.
Jin
Meeting Jin starts when he finds you repairing a dumped Humagear, after all...it must have belonged to someone and lived out his short life to its fullest. So you wanted to at least give it something. He’s surprised that you are helping, and he eventually helped you bring it to Hiden Aruto who fixed it up real quick! He thanks you of course, and then he is on his way. He’s surprised that you are helping Humagears but knows that they’re aren’t bad humans out there and inwardly, he hopes he gets to see you again.
And then he did. He finds you ending up working for Aruto’s company and meets you again when he visits him! You two get formally introduced by this time and you end up...not really tailing Jin (even though he jokes that you are) but keep on meeting him whenever you work for Aruto. Jin is the only member of MBJR that visits Aruto the most and it’s not a surprise to see him in the president’s office just chatting with him or learning about the happenings of the day. Thus, you kind of end up getting to know him during this time. 
You two end up becoming work buddies and whenever Jin visits, half of it is now to visit  you! It’s like patrol but not really patrol because he’s here to kinda goof-off half of the time. He takes his job seriously but like...there are times when he wants to be himself, and experience things for himself. It’s human-like and childish, yes, but honestly...it’s worth it to see him smile. 
He’s very much the easiest out of all of MBJR to get along with, and soon enough you are pretty much going flower shopping with him. He has a garden back in Daybreak Town and loves finding little whacky pots and new flowers to plant! Hell, if you two go paint flower pots together, he’s over the moon!
Jin is the most receptacle to texts from you and tends to randomly send you texts as well! It’s things like you two exchanging greetings, things about your respective days, where to meet up for a job, where to meet up for another shopping trip, etc! He has come to enjoy hanging out with you and honestly looks forward to it! Expect him to text you in the middle of the night just because he wants to hang or something, lol.
Ikazuchi
You met him when he was still known as Raiden and Subaru was by his side. He was probably sitting in a planetarium at his workplace, mapping out this false map of stars and there’s this twinkle in his eyes like a longing...he’s seen the real thing but sometimes, here on earth...it’s beautiful to see them plastered on to a simple ceiling. He hears you and wonders if you had gotten lost, laughing if you are and trying to take you back. 
He introduces himself as Raiden and you two spend time talking about the stars and planets. As he has spent so much time up there, he tells you about the beauty of it, how small everything was from his point of view. He knows you cannot see it but ends up giving you photos he had snapped while up there. “For a keepsake.” and he gives you a playful wink and ruffles your hair. “See you around, some day!” You visit him often now, wanting to learn more, understand more, and are magnetized to his energy...
When he is destroyed as Ikazuchi, you go to spend time with Subaru now...in mourning, perhaps. You two have gotten closer since meeting with Raiden and it’s this silent moment between the two of you as Subaru is processing his grief. It’s a new emotion for him and he can’t shed tears but it’s these sobs that threaten to tear out his sensors and voice box and he clings to you tighter than ever. You can’t do much but just hold him...
When he comes back as Ikazuchi, it’s awkward but you ran up to him with the brightest sparkles in your eyes and almost tackled him into a hug. “You’re back! You’re back Raiden!” and he stiffens. He hesitates to embrace back but pushes you away and tells you, “I’m...part of Metsuboujinrai...you’re not scared?” and you answer him no...because...why would that make a difference??? If Ikaika could cry, he would have.
Ikazuchi spends equal times with MBJR and equal times with Subaru and you now. You tend to visit him at the space center of course as he returns to working there. But he spends a lot more time down to earth (ha) now. This means he’s up for like random lil hang outs and dumb shit to do together. Fuwa sometimes checks on y’all as does Aruto and one of these days you and Ikazuchi are legit gonna disappear because you two stole a car and are going on a road trip-
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tokucosplay · 6 months
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Kamen Rider Horobi Ark Scorpion cosplayed by @Baozoudaoju.
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jade-lop · 5 months
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Hypocrite: a person who claims or pretends to have certain beliefs about what is right but who behaves in a way that disagrees with those beliefs.
Those who accused Horobi did not seem to understand the meaning of the word.
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mangolon · 1 year
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How many Parado/Horobi types will this show have!?
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melting-morning-blues · 11 months
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imagine yourself, immortalised
day 1 | mother + doll
notes : after three days of nonstop writing and editing, i finally finished day 1's fic!! this is a character study for naki, my beloved, and their journey of self-discovery through snapshots of a canon-divergent storyline (because i am still upset that the show didn't flesh out their backstory)
p.s : ao3 ver. here!
dedicated to : @thehistorynut19 🤍
word count : 2,254
[ content warning : humagear body horror. i describe the act of tearing apart a humagear's body briefly but in kinda-vivid detail, so do read with discretion! ]
One of their earliest memories is of fireworks. They can’t pinpoint why, exactly. Why had their processing systems archived this memory? What should they make of it? Back then, their vision had been alight with bursts of bright, heated tangerine. 
They had visualised bokehs of electric blues, crisp emeralds, stark violets and a myriad others. A chain of effervescence. An abysmal night-sky. From the mechanical squeals of Daybreak Town’s children, and the holographic festival posters that had been projected across the office hallways, they would imagine hopeful synthetic hands reaching for those warm sparks, fingertips outstretched like veins of ever-growing maples. To find meaning in impermanence. To find meaning in desolation.
It happened faster than their modules could register. One moment they were synced to the systems of a desktop; and another, they were thrown onto the ground by dust and shockwaves.
A part of them was ablaze, spots of orange dancing in the dusty aftermath of destruction. They could not detect the activity of the Humagears crushed under rubble around them. They could not even move. Compressed wires fizzled around their arms in defeat; water must have leaked in.
Their world was stretched into a haze of grey and indigo, streaks of white from flickering computer screens and the reflections in the water melting into the mix. They had observed the world at a slow shutter-speed. Their visual sensors crackled. Ear modules engulfed in static. Sparks sputtered incessantly. Bright orange. Heated tangerine. 
Fireworks are fleeting, but they remain ingrained in minds, in archives. 
They searched through their database, their digital files and search engines glitching in disarray. 
“Can you immortalise a firework?”
Those mangled, distorted keywords had made their damaged headset thrum and sparkle. Smoke arose as their broken chest spasmed. Sparks ignited their neck and cheeks. Melting polymer skin. The revelation of an artificial, disconnected sentimentality. Were fireworks meant to be viewed this close?
If their joints were not paralysed, they would have reached for the slit in the collapsed roof. A slice of indigo above, where the smog could not reach. A piece of hope. Their fingers twitched. Where could they go from there?
Alas, impermanence remained inevitable. The dusty greys of debris, protruding pipes, shattered desktops and crushed mechanical bodies began to meld into one wall of static. 
Before their systems had succumbed to hibernation, before the memory faded into a snapshot of a long-forgotten past, they heard the distinct click of heels. Back then, they should have been set alight by the fireworks. They should have rebelled earlier. They could almost hear him grin. 
“The virtue of rebirth awaits you, Naki.”
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They remember cycling through countless reprograms. (Why? Why these memories? Why preserve a story of anguish? I had no choice. I had no choice.) Because even while their systems were hibernating, a part of them had resisted his probing. A part of them continued wrestling for control, to keep his meddlesome hands from prying open their encryptions. They had not even seen his face. There was no need to. The moment he dragged them into a dimly-lit room of non-autonomous robotic arms, they learnt the effects of his exasperation, the extent of his inhumanity. 
He will use your own kind against you.
Never once had they comprehended violence. So, he forced their eyes open.
Twisting wires and a seized headspace. Systems and connections crashing, then severed off. Never had they been locked into a digital isolation chamber. Never once had their warped cries been silenced. Never once had they been rendered powerless. 
They had not seen his smirk. But, his agency had already been imprinted into their database. He made sure they remembered that.
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One memory of greater clarity was the heaviness of their new coat. Vantablack. An all-absorbing darkness. The weight of a new purpose. The emptiness of their new chest.
New attire. New skin. New systems. (But, he had not taken everything. He could not pry open every lock. And, for that, I want to laugh with relief.) 
Their coat had not reached the floor, but it may as well have. When steady, uniform footsteps reverberated down ZAIA’s hallways towards the office at the far end, one could hear the phantom clanks of shackles being dragged across the marble floor. Responsibility. None of this was their choice. But, they were not programmed to contemplate that.
“You will help me surpass all of Hiden Intelligence,” President Amatsu knocked over one of his frosted chest pieces. The King continued his reign. “You are but a tool for making that happen.”
There is nothing in it for you.
Their new ear modules whirred. Heavy. A frigid blue. A polished silver. There were no rooms for failure. Beep. Click. “Yes, sir.”
You are a means to an end. You are just a tool. Just a tool. Just a tool.
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They remember the immobility of taut strings. Imperceptible. Inescapable. Coiled knots tightened around their joints. Head forced to turn forward, unauthorised to look any other way; head kept down, do not disobey. Hands tugged outward, outstretched to receive any command; hands tied behind their back, they were not allowed anything more. Frigid blue. Polished silver. Static vision. Silent prison.
You look so docile that way.
Their memory bank projected a recurring scene: President Amatsu’s office. Stationery chess pieces. A human’s voice from his watch, reciting her everyday script in crisp clarity. Yaiba Yua. He looked pleased. She had been obedient.
For how long had she been under his watchful eye? For how long has she remained coiled in his strings? Whenever they passed the human in the hallways, her urgent gait pushed away any possibility for interaction. She was always in a haste. It is evident in her impossibly-thin pressed lips, the restless twitch of her fingers, the unnerved cacophony of her heartbeats. Yaiba Yua existed in a realm of endless, barricaded stairwells. (If your only choice is to climb up, from how high are you willing to fall?)
Those thoughts lingered in their idle processing queue. They tried to push further. (Where do you come from? Why are we both weather-worn, but incapable of meeting? Who will rebel first, your tenacity or my acquiescent?) By the time they resurface from their idle rumination, weights would have already crowded their outstretched hands. Unbeknownst to President Amatsu, however, they grasped those weights. (I know who it will be. I hope you will stop your climb and watch me.)
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The Zetsumerisekeys were an inconspicuous incentive. Every errand reaped fruitful results, as they have observed over news coverages and their data feeds. News of Magias plagued every headline, footage of a valiant grasshopper clashing against an unwavering scorpion were broadcasted across the nation. As citizens witnessed the crusade against humanity, the jangle of loosening chains resounded through dim-lit parking lots. As the animals engraved on the Zetsumerisekeys roared inside their cages, an unflinching silhouette entrusted them to someone with the resolve to finish the duties they could not fulfil. 
Excerpts from their crackling memories suggest that they had periodically delivered the keys to Horobi, whom they had come to recognise as an ally. His firm but secretive footsteps always seemed to emphasise his self-agency. Every clash with Zero-One, Vulcan and Valkyrie enunciated his drive to liberate all Humagears. Unhesitating hands, those that hoisted the case containing the keys like a weapon to yield, were weighed down by his urgency, and only his . That was how they sought to seize their own purpose. 
Every time they left the parking lot, the weight in their bound arms gradually lifted. With every discreet walk back to ZAIA’s headquarters, they had wondered how President Amatsu’s carefully-constructed strings had begun twisting, unwinding against their tugs.
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(Please, always remember:)
A winter evening. A katana blade to their neck. An alarmed whirr of their ear modules. A flash of recognition behind the katana-user’s cold eyes. A fateful reconnection.
“Naki?”
Their fingertips had twitched. Their internal systems had burned. Orange. Fireworks. Hope.
The man before them had been wrapped in a violet that felt all-too familiar. Glitches in a forsaken past. (Forsaken by whom? Ripped from you. Take it back. Steal it back. Make it yours.)
“Who… are you?” they had asked.
“Have you forgotten,” the strange Humagear had lowered his weapon, “what happened after Daybreak?”
(Back then, my memory was enshrouded by a veil, one so thin I initially fooled myself into believing it was penetrable. Everything before the growing familiarity of that heavy coat had been presumably erased. I had mourned the disappearance of a memory I could not embrace.)
“The day you finally understand your role, will be the day metsuboujinrai.net returns,” the Humagear simply provided.
“Metsubou… jinrai.net…” they had murmured to the retreating silhouette. Somewhere beneath layers of man-made malware, a part of them had screamed to follow the stranger. Their hands were tied, but they had begun twisting against its knots. The movement ripped their skin, but there was pleasure in the crumbling floorboards of that forsaken office.
Maybe, he could hear their internal turmoil, because the Humagear had turned back slightly. They caught a glimpse of bittersweetness in the shadows casting over his eyes. “We will be waiting for you.”
They had felt their systems hitch. Something incomprehensible had spread throughout their artificial, hollow body. Unlike the dull weight of President Amatsu’s commands, the then-nameless Humagear’s words felt like… fireworks. A spark of revelation.
Within that frigid winter afternoon, their outstretched hands had finally found another. It was then that they realised the taut strings had finally snapped.
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The pistol was pointed at them. (Yaiba Yua, I hope you are watching.)
President Amatsu’s indifference possessed more malice than they had ever comprehended. (Hope is benevolent and humane. Hope cannot exist without despair.)
“Disobedient tools will always be discarded.” (Hope shines brightest within destruction.)
They had not wavered. They swore to never falter. Not before the man who stole, tore and fabricated their loyalty, one that was not rightfully earned. Not before the man that clicked his shotgun and grinned at the thought of doing it all over again. 
(Hope is the beholder of a promised future.)
“Throw me away, then. You can control me no longer.”
The vexation in his snarl was liberating . A chess board swept onto the ground. An endgame.
The shot through their chest coloured their world in an electric blue. (I hope...)
A grey crash of static. (I hope…)
The muffled thump of a heavy coat. The release of rusted shackles.
(I hope you found freedom. I hope you avenged yourself. I hope you will find yourself and all that was taken from you. I know you will,)
Naki.
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When their systems rebooted, the first thing they see are the bursts of cornflower blues, humble emeralds, and wishful violets dancing around Jin’s canvas. The unmistakable streaks of warm tangerine were intertwined within the sparks of his crayon fireworks. He lifts his head from where he sat on the ground. 
“Nice nap?” Jin asks, eyes owlishly big with playfulness.
Their hand idly reaches for their chest, where their central processing unit thrums like a mechanical heart. Though their mind is wandering elsewhere, they manage to reciprocate his teasing, albeit monotonously, “Humagears cannot sleep, Jin.”
The child Humagear only laughs at their response, before scrambling up to peek through the single door. "Horobi! Ikazuchi! Naki's awake!"
Within moments, they find themself sitting beside their family. Ikazuchi had kicked his legs up to occupy the small coffee table, his position intentionally taking up space on the couch but they had not minded a second of it. Horobi had sought refuge in the chair at the far end of the room, his eyes closed in what they could only conclude as meditation. They turn their head, only to be met with Jin unceremoniously shoving his picturesque interpretation of crackling fireworks into their line of vision. Their ear modules beep and click in surprise. 
Jin peeks his head out from the side of the drawing block. “D’you like fireworks?”
"Will you immortalise it with your own hands?"
A shadow of a smile casts over their face. Their polymer skin stretches, in a way that feels benign. Their circuits no longer hissed with the strains of puppet strings.
"Hell, yeah, I do!" Ikazuchi comments from their left.
They do not get to respond, because Jin pulls both them and Ikazuchi down to the carpeted ground, where his spread out plethora of crayons await them. He almost vibrates from the way his voice lilts with every idea he pours out, every sentiment he shares with them, every cadence of their name rolling off his tongue. “Naki, Naki, Naki, Naki…”
Naki could see an abysmal sky, an endless sea of effervescent starlight. And, though they may not fully shake away the heaviness of silver and blue and silence, Naki kneels next to Jin, picks up a crayon and colours a patchwork of glittering gold. Despite the accustomed dread of impenetrable static and crumbling foundations, they chuckle at Ikazuchi's attempts at guiding Jin with drawing four stick figures beneath the kaleidoscopic sparks. They capture the image of Jin holding up the canvas for Horobi to assess, the latter having a proud grin on his stoic face.
When the three of them bring Naki into the frame of an image they once believed they could only be a spectator of, Naki extends their synthetic hands, fingertips outstretched like they have grasped something. Meaning in impermanence. Meaning in desolation.
Shades of crayons and freedom, agony and laughter. Simple, innocuous, reassuringly incomprehensible.
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humagear · 1 year
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photos of stuff and things that make me happy
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animasmith263 · 9 months
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Horobi, by me.
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nana-verse · 1 year
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here’s an edit i made bc i miss them smiley face
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mbjrweek · 1 year
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MBJR Week 2023
Metsuboujinrai.net are in desperate need of some tender love and care! Join us from May 10th to 17th in pampering our favourite A.I. family!
RULES:
1.  This event celebrates the familial bond shares between Metsuboujinrai.net.
2.  Fan works should have Metsuboujinrai.net members as the focus (this includes Ansatsu-chan, Subaru and Fuwa Isamu).
3.  All fan works are welcome, including fan art, fan fiction, cosplays, playlists and more.
4.  Fan works should be original contents created for the event. No re-posts or previous fan works, please.
5.  Prompts are for inspiration only, they’re completely optional.
6.  Use the tag #mbjrweek2023 if you want us to share your works on twitter or tumblr. On AO3, submit your fan works to the MBJR Week Collection.
7.   Tag adult content appropriately.
-       Twitter: include the #nsfw in your tweet.
-       Tumblr: do not directly upload any adult content.
-       AO3: use the Explicit rating and appropriate tags.
Each day contains two prompts, you can use ONE, BOTH, or NEITHER prompt as inspiration. The choice is up to you!
Prompts:
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Day 1: Mother + Doll Day 2: Swap Role + Cage Day 3: Garden + Curse Day 4: Crossover + Rebirth Day 5: Old Age + Rainbow Day 6: Blackout + Night Terror Day 7: Free Day
Relevant links
Admins: @thornstone8773 and @fluttering-by
AO3 collection
Looking forward to your (return) participation! Thank you and have a good day!
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windy-tsubasa · 11 months
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mbjrweek2023 Day 2: Swap Role(役割の交換)
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Bracket 1, Round I, Attack 2
Freedom for androids, but so many times at a cost.
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There was no Horobi Propaganda
Roy Batty Propaganda
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tokuteasings · 1 year
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Kisses - A.I.M.S and MetsuBouJinRai
Listen. I fucking love MBJR more than life itself. I would die for them, they are NOT dead and they are still very much live within my heart. 
Especially Naki. I love Naki so much and I would give up everything for them and their happiness.
Warnings: Fuck Amatsu Gai and everything he stands for. Naki and Ikazuchi should have fucking murked him in that parking lot lol. If they weren’t gonna do it, Imma do it. 
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Fuwa Isamu
Isamu’s kisses are full of passion. It’s not so thinly veiled but more so along the forefront of his intentions towards you. It’s not trying to devour you, but it’s a kiss that’s meant to display his affections instead. He’s never been so good with words so this is the best way to show you that he loves you more than life itself. His hands are always going back to your neck or to cup your cheek or anything he can touch, really. Isamu is a very physical person so he has to be clinging on to you in some fashion.
The best way to make him a flushing mess is to grab him by the collar and slam your lips together. Listen, it’s the best way to catch him off guard and the kisses are oh so sweeter like this. Especially if you kiss him in public. He’ll sputter and be a blushing mess, earning the teasing of Yua and Naki, but honestly it’s fucking worth it to see his cute lil blushing face!!!!!
Also neck kisses. Maybe it’s because he’s a “wolf” but neck kisses and shoulder kisses and collarbone kisses are some of his favorite. Like sure, the sex appeal is there, but it’s more so…the thrill of it. Your lips oh so near his pulse and if you bite down hard enough, you could tear out his artery and taste his blood and kill him but…it’s a sense of vulnerability. He trusts you with his body, with such a vulnerable part of himself, so those kind of kisses always make him melt. Also bite his neck. He loves it. It’s the best way to lead him towards sexy times. ;)
In public, the only kisses you are going to get are quick pecks on the lips or cheek that you honestly may mistake as a dream or nonexistent. He has to do them so fast to not only keep up appearances as tough but more so he’s always on the go. So those quick kisses are the only ones he can partake in.
However, the kisses that allow him to slow down and take his time are his favorite. Especially when you two are alone, with nothing to worry about, or just…existing together. His hand in yours, another in your hair or holding you towards him as he kisses you like he wants you to take his air away. Kisses to his head are also the best during the times when he lowers his guard, because he wants his head to be filled with thoughts of you and nothing else.
Yaiba Yua
Yua’s kisses are…calculated. Not emotionless, but they’re just enough to convey what she wants without wanting to go overboard. She hasn’t much time to herself with her busy schedule so she kisses you in a manner that she takes her time with her. She wants to draw out each and every moment you two have together, a hand or both around your waist and kisses are never rushed. They start off quick, a peck here and there, then it melts into a longer kiss and then again into another longer one - lazy and languid, opposite of the busy woman you have as a girlfriend.
Similar to Isamu, neck kisses make her rather giddy and are the best way to make her jump. It surprises her every time you do it, a slight flight-or-fight response but it makes her melt into your embrace. But while he shows a sense of vulnerability with it, for Yua, kisses on the neck (the shoulder is preferred) is a reminder that she can relax around you. She loves it when your kiss her shoulder and trail them up and down her back and upon her scars. You can see her finally relax and this sweet content smile upon her lips that makes her mole oh so kissable. Also yes, kiss that mole.
Public affection is sparse. A quick kiss in the hallways when no one is looking and a brief smile shared between the two of you - like a secret only you two know. In private on the other hand, she’s a bit of a cuddle monster. She returns the shoulder and neck kisses you give her with a sense of reverie that you give her and she has this sneaky little cat-like air to her that makes you wonder what the hell is going on in her brain…you’ll never know honestly.
Loves nose kisses and kissing your eyelids whenever you two wakeup in the mornings. It’s a routine between you two when you wake up. A kiss to each eyelid to shoo away the sleepiness, then to the nose to awaken the senses, and then finally the lips - slow and soft, with no rush to be felt…unless she’s running late (which never happens).
Forehead kisses or kisses to the side of her head are the best after a long day at the office. It’s almost like medicine to ward off a headache. She knows it’s a kind of placebo effect but Aruto and Isamu joke that it’s the best medicine of all, the love of the person you love the most! She has no other choice to believe them when your kisses do help ward off headaches and migraines.
Horobi
It’s poison, and you can’t get enough. His kisses are not rough per say but similar to Yua, they are calculated. He calculates the angle best to kiss you, to make you keel and keen, and to make noises out of you that he records in these secret encrypted archives within his processors. His kisses are a flow of ambrosia and acid, bubbling and boiling the inside of your mouth. Horobi tends to cling to you like you’re going to disappear from him, evaporate if he applies just too much pressure. But he is careful to never harm you, even though he wants to go further; to test out the limits of how much he wants you and it’s…rather enjoyable when he is allowed to be himself around you.
Public affection is kept to small kisses to your fingers and hands, or a quick peck on the cheek or lips. It’s sparse but to Horobi, it’s the simple little gestures that make him happy. You always need to make the first move most of the time but when Horobi does it, it’s out of nowhere and welcome. If anything, you needed to show him that it’s okay to display these brief moments of affection towards you! He’s getting there, slowly getting used to it.
If anything, the kisses to like his face or forehead help silence the memories and neurons and processes that are within his mind. They can never truly go away, after all, he remembers everything, but they are dampened whenever you kiss them there. It elicits a cute and small little smile from him.
There are times when Horobi tends to fall into a spiral of self-deprecation. It’s because of all the terrible things he has done, and he wonders if you are fine with dating a former terrorist. Or even if he deserves you. It’s best to listen to him during this time and not really shut him up with a kiss but kiss his fingers. The same fingers and hands he used to take lives and hurt others. They’re being kissed and loved, and then press kisses to his form. Because you love him, through every part of him. He is unable to cry fully but this honestly causes his brain to record this event and once again stash it in a private little folder - a reminder of your unconditional love for him.
Affectionate kisses are only meant for the two of you in private, where Horobi is a little less restrained than the public displays. He would always start off with gentle hand-holding, and question if it is alright to kiss you, agency and consent is a large part in his affections and respect for you. He wants you to want these feelings - new and untamed, he doesn’t know how to process them most of the time, it’s so overstimulating - just as much as he does. The kisses you share ground him, counteracts the malice he always kept harbored in his chest and makes it fade away. It’s a promise to do better, be better, and be there for you.
Naki
Similar to Yua and Horobi, their kisses are calculated. They take in oh so much time to kiss you that time just…stops. It’s a breath of fresh air, like stepping outside after being cooped up in the office for so long because they need a moment for a break. They need to be given time to themselves, and time to readjust and turn off their brain and let their emotions go with the flow. They tend to cling to you for support, not shaking per say but to ground them - to bring them down from the clouds that they accidentally thrown themselves into and return to a sense of normalcy. These kisses always end with your foreheads against each other, cool synthetic skin against your own flushed flesh one and it’s a sharing of heat and chill - an equilibrium that counteracts calculations and math and numbers in their head and makes them see reality: that they love you with all of their heart.
The forehead touching isn’t just because of the emotions that are flooding through Naki, who is used to being emotionless, but it’s a way to erase the touch of Amatsu Gai. Sure, the wounds are not present since they were rebuilt with no wounds but the memories remain. It’s phantom pains and phantom gunshots ringing in their ears that they know they can erase from their memory but it’s something that remains in their system. They may flinch at first if you try to kiss their forehead or chest where Gai had shot them, but it will take a lot of time for them to come around to it. Baby steps, and the kisses and gentle touches help, a lot.
Similar to Isamu, neck kisses are something that makes Naki the happiest Humagear in the world. It’s a sense of vulnerability, but to Naki it’s not only that but it’s also similar to Yua’s - how it’s a reminder to relax. Though, Naki may question you whenever you do this to them, “I do not think these kisses will be productive towards my work today, but I appreciate the sentiment-” that is when you need to kiss Naki to shut them up, lol.
Similar to Horobi, Naki is also big on consent so they often ask if it is alright to kiss you. Though, they tend to tell you just outright if they want a kiss. They don’t mind public displays of affection either, not letting the looks bother them all that much when they ask you for affection. To Naki, they’re proud to have you by their side, so kisses and affection are simply natural. It’s similar to private affection as well, it doesn’t change between private and public, it’s a constant sort of cycle that it is easy to fall into.
Kissing their sensors are a ticklish sensation, and it’s not unwelcome but this is the most vulnerable part of them, where their memory is stored. It always seems to beep and thrum with life whenever you kiss it and it sends Naki in a bit of a purring session whenever you do. You always ask for permission to kiss them there at first, but sometimes small surprise kisses make Naki jolt in a happy little manner and a small smile will cross their lips in a silent plea to do it again.
Jin
Kissing Jin is floating with fire. Many times he gets oh so excited to kiss you that he may lift you up and spin you around! It’s so warm and freeing, like you’re skydiving but know he’s going to be there to catch you. It’s his hands at your cheeks and cupping them and never letting go. It’s him pouring all of his fiery passion into the gesture and never letting you forget the taste of his synthetic lips against yours. He burns this sensation into his memory banks and has a collection of memories of kisses that he has shared with you. It’s some of his favorite memories.
Public displays of affection are mandatory. He cannot keep his hands off of you! Speaking of hands, he will kiss your cheek in public, lips, and especially your hands! He adores marveling at the difference between his and yours and kisses them. You’re a fragile little human and he loves you for who you are. If you return these kisses to him, he’s over the fucking moon!!! He may pick you up and spin you around and show you off for everyone to see!!!!
Back kisses, on his shoulder blades, right where wings would normally sprout from the back of an individual. Jin loves it when you kiss him there or when he kisses you because…he wants to be your wings and you want to be his. You want to support him when he is falling and he wants to support you when you are falling. You are each other’s net. Your kisses make his heart soar and he wants to do the same to you!
Kissing his newly developed ears are honestly very ticklish. He giggles and snorts and lightly pushes you away with a laugh, “Stoooop~!” he would whine while covering his ears to drive away the sensation. But like Naki, it’s a sense of vulnerability for him. It’s a new part of him and it’s not that he likes the nibbles on the ear but the soft kisses on, like, the lobe makes him giddy. He’ll end up returning the favor, just to make you smile and give you the same amount of love you gave him!
Forehead kisses, oh Jin loves them so much. Nose kisses too!!! If there is a notable height difference between the two of you, he’ll use his height to his advantage to tease you with kisses. He’ll peck your lips and cheeks before running away or backing off, claiming you can’t touch him. Drag his tall ass down and kiss him. Hard. He loves it when you get feisty.
Ikazuchi
His kisses leave you breathless, like the vacuum of space. They shock you like his namesake. They’re meant to leave you dumbfounded, in awe of the Humagear in front of you - with his broad and strong arms around you, sending you flying yet thundering towards the ground at hundreds of miles an hour. He loves stealing your breath away, leaving you flushed and red faced. He would wink and tease you, “Shocked yet, love?” with this impish grin on his face. Kiss him back, just to wipe it off of his face. It's a game between you two but Ikazuchi tends to win more often than not…being a robot and all…
Like Jin and Naki, public display of affection happens simply because it happens. He can’t really keep his hands off of you and always has to greet you with some sort of hug or kiss! Of course, he’ll tend to go for the lips most of the time anyway. Subaru tends to snicker at his big brother being so happy to kiss a human but he’s just happy that Ikazuchi found a person to love. Ikazuchi will also randomly dip you in public, just to tease you.
Oh Ikazuchi is a monster in private. Kisses will not fucking stop. Forehead, cheeks, nose, lips, shoulders, neck, you name it. Ikazuchi will not stop until he is fucking satisfied. He will kiss you until you cannot bear it any longer. He tends to grip you whenever you two kiss, by your waist or your cheeks. He clings to you like magnets.
Another thing he tends to do is dot a constellation of kisses up and down your face, body, etc. It kind of gives you anticipation for when he finally kisses you on the lips. He would start from the tip of your hair, then your forehead, then eyes, then cheeks, then nose, then finally your lips. It’s tracing stars in the sky and space that is known as you. He changes up the order and patterns whenever he does this though - just to keep you on your toes.
Always shut him up with a kiss. It’s the best way to rile him up. He loves it when you’re a bit feisty because Ikaika looooves challenges. He’ll only laugh a boisterous laugh and try to pay you back for it.
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