#Kyoho

[lawieiscrazy]

Hey, hello, I'm sorry I haven't been active, lol, I've been very sick these days and I'm currently undergoing treatment, but I'll do my best to post some stuff😅

Anyways here are some stuff for my Spanish audience :3 (🇦🇷!incorrect tweets)

I have A LOT more, but Tumblr has limits 😒

Esp;

Hey, hola, lamento no haber estado activo, lol, estuve muy enfermo estos días y actualmente ando en tratamiento, pero daré mi mayor esfuerzo para publicar cosas 😅

Aquí tengo algunas cosas que hice para mi audiencia de habla española, algunos incorrect tweets "argentinos" se podría decir :3

Tengo muchos más pero Tumblr tiene sus límites 😒

[me-like-sonic]

Denki gallery | Part 2

Episode 237 | The Moble Fortress

I think I'll just stop typing out ft

ft - acronym for Featuring(for anyone who's confused)

[yunicouchiyama]

LES VINS VIVANTS 巨峰 2022

illustrated by Yunico Uchiyama

[thebotanicalarcade]

Grapevine

묵포도도 (墨葡萄圖)

early 1800s

Choe Seok-hwan 최석환

(Korean, active first half of 19th century)

Korea, Joseon dynasty

(1392-1910)

Eight-panel folding screen; ink on paper

[tgirlhawkins]

kiss the melon

if u don't know what. th fuck is going on this is the furry au, kyoho is a beluga whale and buntan is a snow leopard. this is not their canon size difference in the thing i just was not thinking

[acupoffelicity]

Virtual Kyo-sanity? Kyoho Insanity?

[ahundredtimesover]

Emotional support Grape Jinnie - where is the lie tho 🥹 I love this plssss it’s so wholesome and soft and warm and funny. OC is me with being dramatic bc what do you mean it’s just hair?!?! Their relationship is so adorable and I can imagine Jin cracking up and then having that bread cheek smile at the thought of what makes OC happy 💕💕 missing him more with thissss

kyoho | ksj

You love your grape boy, and your grape boy... well, he might just love you a little too much.

pairing: seokjin x f!reader

rating: pg13

genre/warnings: established relationship, swearing bc when is there no swearing in my fics, mentions of seggs, suggestive themes, fluff, crack?? idk, my brand of fics is Unedited y'all know that's how we roll

word count: 1.8k

notes: i've been buying a lot of grapes lately (am i a grape person now??) and i've been eating them almost every day and of course i had to think about grape jinnie my beloved, my ultimate favorite seokjin and i want him to come back to me :((( idk that's how this lil thang came to me lmao it's the most crackhead shit i've ever written sOoOoOoOo please laugh or else ! 👿 jk but not really

— as always, i’d appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading ♡

"If you do this, we're done."

"Y/N."

"I swear, if you go through with this, we are over!"

Seokjin sighs, rubbing a hand over his face, clearly not expecting you to be so passionate about the subject at hand. "The appointment is in an hour," he says.

"Cancel it. I don't care!" you cry. "Please don't do this. Don't take him away. He means the world to me."

Your boyfriend stares at you, mouth agape, then points to his head incredulously. "Him? My hair?"

"Yes!" You crawl over to his side of the couch to straddle his lap, actual tears welling in your eyes. You run your fingers through his hair, marveling at how soft and silky it feels in your hands. His gorgeous, gorgeous purple locks. The ones he's ready to sacrifice in favor of half blond, half red hair by demand of one Jeon Jungkook.

You shouldn't be this upset over him dyeing his hair, but you are, despite knowing full well that the purple will be gone soon anyway. His dark roots are starting to show already.

It's shark week, and there are not enough words in the dictionary to express how devastated you are that he's taking away your emotional support Grape Jinnie.

A couple months ago, when he told you that he'd be dyeing his hair purple, you were highly skeptical of the decision. You didn't know if he had the face to pull off purple of all colors, even though you had already seen him sport every other color of the rainbow and absolutely rocked every single one.

The whole week leading up to his salon appointment, you teased him endlessly - started calling him Grape Boy, bought him box after box of Kyoho grapes, photoshopping Kylie Jenner's purple hair onto his head and making it your lockscreen... It was mostly just grape puns, you were really milking that whole thing.

But then he came home, hair freshly bleached and colored, and your jaw dropped to the ground and stayed there for ten whole minutes.

Your eyes almost fell out of their sockets from how good he looked.

No, he didn't just look good. He was stunning, breathtaking, mindbogglingly beautiful and all the other synonyms that one could name.

The man fucking ate and left no crumbs.

That night was one of the best sex you two have ever had.

To say that you were obsessed with this shade on him is the understatement of the year.

"Don't do it," you plead. "If you really love me, you won't do it."

"You're being so dramatic. It's just hair." Seokjin puts his hands on your waist while you keep yours on his head, clutching his strands like a lifeline. "Plus, I have to honor the bet!"

Your expression turns stony then, as your eyes travel from the silky purple down to his face. You tighten your grip on his hair and tug on it sharply until your boyfriend is scowling in discomfort.

The bet. The stupid fucking bet he made with Jungkook.

You had explicitly told him there no chance in hell that he could win, but Seokjin could be an overly confident asshole sometimes.

He was in way over his head, and now you're the one suffering.

"You idiot," you hiss, pulling on his hair again, "why the fuck did you think you could do more pushups than Jungkook?"

"I don't know! We were tipsy and it seemed possible at the time!"

Releasing his hair, you tuck your face into the crook of his neck and inhale deeply.

"Why am I being punished for your actions?" you mumble against his skin, then you ask, voice full of futile hope. "What if you just... don't do it?"

"Then I have to buy him a new mattress. He cut his mattress with scissors to make it fit into his bed frame and now it's all fucked up."

You give yourself a minute to think. There has to be a solution to your distress. You just gotta think. Think, brain, think!

And then you remember. Seokjin is still a man.

You lean back to look at him properly, straightening your position on his lap. You give him your biggest puppy dog eyes before you say, "I promise I will blow you every day from now on if you keep the hair."

If he was drinking water, you're fairly certain that he would've choked. Your boyfriend's eyes widen in surprise, his skin turning a dozen shades warmer, blushing from his cheeks all the way to the top of his ears.

Bingo.

"What?" he asks, like this is something so scandalous.

You lean forward to pepper kisses all over his face, putting more weight on your offer. "I promise," you say, pecking his cute cheek, "to blow you," then his forehead, "every single day," then his nose, "from now on," and finally his lips.

You linger near his mouth, not pulling away just yet. Your lips brush against his once more until you feel his hands tighten on your waist. You wrap your arms around his neck to hold him closer as you press forward, giving him a proper kiss to seal the deal.

Seokjin practically melts underneath you. Victory is so close that you can taste it. You're doing this for the greater good of mankind, for Grape Jinnie. Jungkook can fuck off with his half seasoned, half fried bullshit.

But then, Seokjin abruptly rips away from you to shriek, nearly blowing your eardrums out. The suddenness of his movements almost make you tumble off the couch.

"No, don't try to tempt me! Mattresses are expensive as fuck!"

It's been a few hours. He should be back any minute now.

Ever since Seokjin left to go to his hair appointment after having to peel you off of him because you were clinging to his body like a goddamn koala, you've been wallowing in your misery. You even busted out the big guns - Ben & Jerry's Peanut Butter Cup ice cream (with real peanut butter cups!) - to help you through this difficult time.

You're in full grieving mode now. Goddamnit. Fate is a cruel mistress.

Or in this case, Jungkook. Jungkook is a cruel mistress. That fucking guy.

When you hear the door open and the subsequent clanging of Seokjin's keys as he hangs them on one of the hooks in the entryway, you prepare to give him the biggest pout you can manage.

But then, he comes into view a few seconds later, and you gasp. You actually gasp. Before he knows what's happening, you're rising from the couch and sprinting toward him, launching into his arms with the biggest smile on your face like a kid on Christmas morning.

"You're still a grape!" you squeal joyously.

Seokjin lets out a surprise Oof! at the sudden force of your body knocking the breath out of him.

"What a warm welcome," he mutters. "I don't think you've ever been this happy to see me."

"What happened?!" you ask, eyes wide, grin even wider. "Did you change your mind because you love me so much?"

You run your hands through his hair to make sure that it's real, that you're not hallucinating this because you just love the purple so goddamn much.

And it is! It's still here! His hair is still that luscious shade of purple that you adore with your entire being.

Seokjin eyes you for a moment before he says, "I compromised with Jungkook. Did something else instead."

"What did you do?"

"I got a tattoo."

"You what?!"

"He said I wouldn't have to dye my hair if I got a tattoo of his choosing."

"Oh, no," you try to sound sympathetic but fail miserably. You cover your mouth with your hand to hide your smile, already sensing the absolute crackhead chaos that will ensue in a matter of minutes. Having been friends with Jungkook for years, you know that dude comes up with the craziest shit sometimes.

Seokjin turns around and pulls up his shirt, and you almost die from the fit of ugly snorting laughter that immediately rips itself free from your mouth. His skin underneath the transparent cling film is still slightly red, but the letters adorning the expanse of his lower back is clear as day.

You cannot find it in yourself to blink, not when the black ink is just staring at you like that. The font, so formal and classic, and yet the content of it... what a contrast.

"Kim Seokjin!" you wheeze, wiping tears from your eyes and struggling to catch your breath. "How could you possibly think that this is a better idea than to just dye your hair!"

"You begged me to keep the hair!"

"I did," you agree, clutching your stomach as giggles continue wracking through your whole body. It's almost painful at this point. "But I don't want my boyfriend to have a tramp stamp that says fucking Chicken in Times New Roman!"

"It was either this," he says, turning back to face you, "or a sketch of his head on a chicken's body."

"What is up with him and chickens? Is that his new thing now?"

"I don't fucking know!"

"Well, thank you for doing that for me," you say appreciatively as you pull him in for a kiss, which isn't very graceful because you're still tittering the whole time. "But please tell me that's not permanent."

Seokjin stays quiet, his eyes dropping to the floor, and you stop laughing immediately.

"Oh my god," you say. "Is the Chicken tramp stamp permanent?!"

"No," he finally admits after a moment of hanging it over your head. As funny as the whole thing is, you do not want the love of your life to walk around sporting the most ridiculous tattoo in human history. "It's supposed to fade after a month."

You lean into him again, heaving a giant sigh of relief and wrapping your arms around his neck. One of your hands go for his hair again, weaving through the soft locks with your fingers because how could you not? "I love you, Grape," you say, pecking his cheek with a grin.

Seokjin rolls his eyes affectionately, but returns a peck to your own cheek. "I have a tramp stamp of the word Chicken and my parents might disown me for that, but at least you get to keep your Grape Boy," he says, making you giggle again.

"Because you love me so much, right?"

"Hmm. You're lucky I do."

You give him another kiss, one full of gratitude, for indulging your antics. When you move to return to the couch, Seokjin tugs on your wrist, pulling you back into him.

"Now correct me if I'm wrong," he says, acting all coy and shit, "but I recall you making me a promise earlier, no? What was it again?"

— all rights reserved © jeonqkooks. reposting, translating and/or modifying is not permitted by any means. [posted 16.04.2023]

[melodiouswanderer]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Naruto (Anime & Manga), Boruto (Anime & Manga) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Hoshigaki Kisame & Original Female Character(s) Characters: Hoshigaki Kisame, Original Female Character(s), Original Child Character(s), Hoshigaki Sunofureko, Kurosuki Buntan, Karatachi Kagura, Hebiichigo (Boruto), Fuefuki Kyohou Additional Tags: Kisaween 2024, Weresharks, Were-Creatures, Alternate Universe - Supernatural Elements, Campfires Series: Part 2 of KisaWeen Summary:

"..You guys have heard about the wereshark right?"

@kisames-corner

[succikko-draws]

Commission for @misttiddies of these two funky Boruto lesbians :3

[Image ID: A digital drawing of Buntan and Seiren on a date at a cafe. Buntan is dressed in punk fashion, with a leather jacket, spiky choker and fishnet glove. She also has dark red lipstick and dark eyeshadow on. Seiren is dress in gyaru fashion, with a fluffy checkered bolero over a cheetah print spaghetti strap top. She also wears a short jean skirt with a large belt and fishnets. She wears flashy make up, bright pink lipstick and sparkly blue eyeshadow. Buntan is talking, resting her head on a hand, her other hand holding Seiren's. The other girl is listening with a smile, both blushing slightly. On their table is a piece of cake halfway eaten, an almost finished sundae and a cup of tea. In the background on another table, Hebiichigo and Kyoho are spying on them, hiding behind menus that they are holding upside down. The cafe is decorated in pink, with floral decoarations. /.End ID]

[a-world-in-grey]

Sola/Calling for Rain IV

@secret-engima Naruto's POV!

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Naruto stares wide-eyed at the woman effortlessly balancing Karin's weight. He can guess that this is Kyoho, Karin's older sister. Karin had told him that Kyoho took more after their mom than Karin, Karin apparently looked more like their non-Uzumaki father despite having the Uzumaki coloring, but Naruto hadn't really thought about what that proclaimed difference in appearance would look like.

She- she looks like his mom. The blood-red hair, the sun-kissed skin, the wide face. The shape of her eyes and jaw, even the shape of her hands-

She looks like an Uzumaki.

And she's here.

He doesn't realize he's spoken out loud until Kyoho's expression softens and she kneels to his height as though Karin isn't clinging to her like a limpet. She's smiling, a soft curl to her lips, but there's a knowing sorrow to her blueblueblue eyes, one that speaks of pain and grief and loneliness and Naruto knows that look because he's seen it in the mirror and she knows -

And her simple affirmation that yes, she's here, and she's not leaving him makes Naruto bawl. He launches himself at her, and she catches him and doesn't let go, even when his momentum causes them all to crash into the floor and he sobs into her free shoulder, Kyoho rubbing soothing circles into his back and humming a lullaby in his ear.

Embarrassment burns when he finally pulls back from Kyoho and realizes the Hokage is right there - and Naruto wants to kick himself for not noticing, of course the Hokage would be in his office. He busies himself helping Kyoho to her feet, offering her a hand and sticking his feet to the floor so she can stand up without setting Karin down.

Kyoho bows her head to the Hokage. "Thank you, for the privacy of your office, Hokage-sama."

Naruto grimaces. Yeah, he's really glad he didn't have that breakdown in public.

The Hokage smiles. "You are welcome. I won't keep you any longer, I'm sure you all would like the chance to catch up. We can speak later about that list."

Huh? List? What list?

"Of course, Hokage-sama."

Once they are outside the Tower, Naruto voices his question. "What was he talking about?"

Kyoho shifts Karin so her sister is instead clinging to her back, shoving her hair forward over one shoulder so it doesn't get caught. Naruto's gaze catches on Kyoho's braids. The bandana and long hair hides most of the beads, but not all of them, and as Naruto peers at the beads he can see on the Widow and Hero braids-

"Naruto?"

And he completely just missed what Kyoho was saying. "Sorry! Could you say that again?"

Over Kyoho's shoulder, Karin gives him a knowing look, confirming Naruto's suspicions. He's not imagining those familiar beads.

Kyoho's smile is gentle, reassuring that she's not upset at his wandering attention. "The Hokage wants me to teach."

Naruto imagines Kyoho in his old classroom, dressed like Iruka-sensei, and feels a spark of jealously. He would have liked Kyoho as a sensei. Not that he doesn't like Iruka-sensei! But it would have been nice, learning from Kyoho those first few years. "At the Academy?"

She shakes her head. "Fuuinjutsu apprentice."

Oh. That's not so bad. "So the list is for potential students?"

Kyoho nods.

"You won't teach them anything else, though, right?" Naruto asks petulantly. It's childish of him, but Kyoho's his family. His clan. He doesn't want to have to share her yet.

Kyoho wraps an arm around his shoulders, pressing him into her side. Naruto basks in the warm feeling, like he sitting in front of the hearth, wrapped in a thick blanket. "Not unless they're Braided," she promises.

Good. Naruto takes a deep breath, trying to memorize Kyoho's scent. There's lingering traces of burnt chakra, similar to the smell that lingers on Nyx after he's been practicing his fire ninjutsu. Also like Nyx is the persistent scent of something distinctly feline, though Kyoho's scent lacks the feathers and ozone aspects Nyx's has. Underneath all that, Kyoho's scent is warm, like sunshine on a summer day, with a tang to it that reminds him of the air along Nami's shores.

Kyoho patiently lets him cling for as long as he likes. He knows they're making a spectacle of themselves, can feel the stares prickling across his skin uncomfortably. He does his best to ignore them - he refuses to feel ashamed of showing affection for his family.

Only, Kyoho sharpens beside him, and the prickly feeling abruptly disappears. When Naruto pulls back and glances around, he finds everyone studiously looking away from them.

There's a smile on Kyoho's face when she looks down at him. "Where to, cousin?"

Cousin. Naruto beams.

"You gotta meet my friends!" He declares, tugging Kyoho in the right direction. "Nyx isn't here right now, but Jun and Niko should be at the training grounds while Aoba-sensei has his one-on-one day with-"

He cuts himself off as Kyoho laughs, bright and fond and full of affection.

Naruto has family. He's not the only Uzumaki anymore.

It still feels like a dream. Don't get him wrong, Nyx is his brother and Naruto will always be grateful for him, but… Kyoho and Karin look like him.

And they want him.

No one has ever wanted him. Not immediately and without any strings attached. Naruto loves Nyx and Iruka-sensei, he really does, but even they didn't like him at first. But Karin took the chance to defect to Konoha because of Naruto, and Kyoho came too. Despite not knowing Naruto at all, just because he's family.

"You've got the Uzumaki energy." Kyoho notes fondly. "They your team?"

Naruto shakes his head, but pauses. "Kinda? Nyx and Sakura-chan are on Team 7 with me, but we're always training with Aoba-sensei's team 'cause Kakashi-sensei's kinda lame."

He's not bitter about that, really. Even though Kakashi-sensei gave that speech about not abandoning your teammates - as though Naruto or Nyx needed to be told that - he still left them to wait on him for hours every morning and then couldn't be bothered to give more than a half-hearted effort training them.

Nyx put more effort into training them. As an Academy student.

Aoba-sensei's done more to train Team 7 than their own sensei.

Kyoho hums. "Should let them know there'll be ANBU watching us."

Naruto stops dead in his tracks. "What?" Why would there be ANBU watching them?

"I've got ANBU tailing me." Kyoho says simply. On her back, Karin's stiffened in alarm, and Kyoho places a reassuring hand on her arm. "Security measure. Not watching you."

"They shouldn't be watching you either!" Naruto protests. Kyoho came here to get away from Kusa, why is she being treated like an enemy?

Kyoho sighs. Pats Karin's arm. "Go let them know we're coming?"

Karin reluctantly drops from Kyoho's back. But she hesitates, looking at Naruto before glancing deliberately back at Kyoho.

No, not Kyoho, Naruto realizes. Kyoho's braids.

He shakes his head at Karin. Better to let it be a surprise. Especially if Kyoho really is who they think she is, Naruto thinks with rising anticipation despite how upset he is.

Karin nods. "Don't take too long, nee-chan." Then she's off.

Naruto turns back to Kyoho. Kyoho inclines her head towards the trees lining the path. They aren't in the populated part of the village anymore, but the trees will offer a modicum of privacy from passersby. Naruto follows Kyoho up the tree, settling beside her on a branch about halfway up.

"Why?"

"I'm a jounin." Kyoho tells him.

Naruto scowls. He knows that, but what does that have to do with the Hokage treating her like she's an enemy?

Kyoho shakes her head, like she can sense that thought. "Jounin are dangerous, Naruto. A team of genin can take on a chuunin. A team of chuunin cannot take on a jounin." Her eyes meet his, blue dark like the ocean depths. "I've killed teams of jounin."

Naruto startles. "Really?" Kakashi-sensei had a hard enough time with Zabuza. Kyoho can fight multiple Zabuza's at once?

Cool.

"Really." Kyoho says, fond and exasperated all at once. "I'm dangerous, Naruto. The Hokage does not know me. He worries I am an assassin or infiltrator."

"But you aren't!" Kyoho's Clan. She came here for help!

Another fond smile. "You know that. I know that. Hokage-sama does not." Kyoho shrugs, looking like it's no big deal to her. "Hokage-sama has no reason to trust a foreign jounin. Of course he will take measures to protect the village. I'm glad he is taking such measures."

That brings Naruto up short, angry response dying on his tongue. "You're glad for the ANBU?"

"They're to protect you." Kyoho says. "To protect the Clan. I would do the same, were my children at risk." She rests a hand on his head and gently ruffles his hair. "It won't be forever."

Naruto sulks. But when Kyoho puts it that way… "I still don't like it."

Kyoho nods. "You don’t have to." She rises from the branch, holding her hand out to him. "Let's go meet your friends."

[industrialgender]

why is someone on the vk subreddit asking for vk dsbm recs lol

[theartofcolehart]

Moriko Kyoho 🦇 Day 789

[me-like-sonic]

Denki gallery | Special Edition: Extra! | Part 3

Episode 238 | A Killer on the Ship

It cool i guess but you should question the giy before you accuse him first(but i mean Iwabe was on guard the whole time they where there so it makes sense that when the evidence presents itself Iwabe immediately believes it)

[hirocimacruiser]

Some of the wheel range of Kyoho Corporation that aren't badged as Enkei. Algernon Intellesse II, AME Nobley Final, AME Gestalt Virouge, AME Modelart Excellent, Nel Designato Bellona and Venere, and Sporsh Intowner, Sporsh Varent i-7 and Sporsh Varent B-spec.

[anguilliforme]

upon a random searching i found a ranking page for アイスの実 my favourite flavoured ice orbs and mikan is currently sitting at 10 which im inordinately mad about. its at least at #5 and the fact that the cafe au lait ranks higher is making me ready to fight. the stupid chocolate flavour ranks higher. evil afoot in the ice cream aisle?

[notcleanse]

Hang log XXVIII

Aqui encontram-se registros raros de uma raposa da cidade grande jantando no dormitório da Academia Grimoire, passeando com um belo rapaz sìdhe nas ruas de Aberdiòmhair e fazendo pose para a camera após descobrir que teria que tomar um copão de cappuccino chocomint sozinho.