#qtpiekyouhei

[genkiani-blog]

@qtpie-kyouhei liked for a starter!

“Ah...”

Yuusuke can only stare at the ball in the higher shelf, a little bit disappointed that he couldn’t grab the ball which he wanted. His eyes starts to wonder around, until he grabbed somebody’s hand.

“Hey! Can you help me to get that ball?”

[friendlyoceangiant-blog]

Protecting the River

River Guardian!au /w mer!au Kyouhei @qtpie-kyouhei Let me know if you want anything changed!

How unfortunate it was that humans would begin by worshiping you and revering you as some God, to then completely forgetting about your existence and treading onto your territory. With humans’ desire to gain more territory, he was losing land that he looked over. Parts of the river were being damned. It was affecting not only his health but also his power. Mizumachi was the Guardian Spirit of the River and he had been watching over many generations come and go during his time, and was now unsure of how much longer he’d be able to do so.

As of right now the only ones who knew of his existence were a sparse number of humans who still had ‘the sight’ but also Ayakashi. To most, he looked like an odd visage of some silver fish-- one almost too large for the river it occupied. To others with the sight, he looked to be a giant human wearing a silver Kimono adorned with golden and blue decorations. 

With long, polished nails, glassy blue eyes, a pale complexion complete with delicate shimmering scales that were dotted all along his skin. In between his fingers were webs which likely served the purpose of helping him swim through the water. His feet? Well, he had no feet, but he had fins. A beautiful dark blue fin that shone in the water-- if you could even bare witness to such a sight and see him as anything more than a simple oversized-fish. 

He watched over all of the river’s inhabitants and sometimes he’d come across some of them such as Merpeople. They were quite rare now a days as many lived in seclusion or were hunted by humans for their blood or their meat. Apparently humans believed those to grant them eternal life? What a grand fallacy.

Feeling a small disturbance in the water near him, he looked over to see one such merperson swimming up towards him. Perhaps he had a guest who wished to greet him?

[madamhatter]

“I wouldn’t change ya.” (from Jirou cuz you made me trash)

PANIC! AT THE DISCO “DEATH OF A BACHELOR” STARTERS / / acp. 

      Fingers barely tempted in strangling the silver locks on her head as the eldest Hatter had earlier. Skepticism of the stagnant change in the form of her dusty hair color, albeit natural, looms in the mind of one who dared hide it for over five years. Even now, if trapped in her lonesome and with silence invading her mind, other thoughts dwelled, crept, and crawled. How could someone already so young be cracked and had the poison of doubt infiltrate her veins? The real question is why, and yet, the Hatter couldn’t find any answer.

    Plainly miss Hatter hadn’t been a topic of intrigue or astounding beauty from the selectivity of compliments her mother conjured. ‘Oh, but gray would suit you better….’ ‘But, Lettie is already something like that, it’ll already look bad to wear the same thing but, you….’ ‘Sophie, why are you even trying that together? God.’ ‘Oh, Lettie and Martha are already getting internships so young, and you– Oh, are those gray hairs? Oh goodness.’ A sudden slip on the tight rope of consciousness, even after the drastic departure from the emotional reigns her mother had over her, trembles the misguided 8-year-old who grew up too fast within the CEO’s core. 

     After a confrontation in the bathroom mirror, tugging at her hairs and without a slip of noise with pained weeping, Sophie burdened the household to descending into the foyer and shut off all the lights. Barrages of blankets cover what physically little her family could find pride in. Lack of shining eyes of grey or blue, lack of night hair and golden hair, lack of freedom and choice. And all she could see and think under the blankets was what outweighed the little of what they could pride it –  the more of what defined her “unluckiness.” Too much sourness in her expression, too little hope, too many thoughts of what-ifs and cant-dots, too little openness, and too much weight to carry. 

     In the midst of despair, as her body is curled on top of cushions, Jirou had taken the effort out of her day to sit by the shivering mess that was Sophie Hatter. Immediately, and probably bothered by it from what Sophie could assume, her arms clasped around the other’s waist. And, yet alone, every question in her mind sprung of questions she knew better than to ask for answers for they had none;     Does it end? Will it end? How can I be sure this won’t harm my sisters’ reputation, social life? Can Martha and Lettie even see me something besides that? Can mum understand that her escapes are what I want too? Has my want turned to selfishness? Were they always right? Can I just end it? However, the questions which left her mouth crumble the significance of failing to adapt to confidence; Maybe I should just dye my hair again, right? I feel like I’m too noticed in blues, should I go back to wearing gray? I shouldn’t really be doing all of this extra work to go out, staying inside would be better for everyone, right? God– 

   Alas, four words merely left Jirou’s mouth and by God, Sophie’s hold wasn’t ever going to let go. Nodding her head softly, she remained alongside the other in vocal silence, yet, only the sweet humming from Jirou’s MP3 player dissuaded the shadows blinding her. It’d be only a while when Jirou would pull the covers off from over Sophie’s head to find that she had fallen asleep with visible strains of tears still on the Hatter’s face. 

[ddtriohub]

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Taken from Meme: [x] ||Accepting||✦ - For a guiltypleasure. 

“A guilty pleasure of mine? I’d suppose if I had to choose one ofthem… it would be the fact that I enjoy watching the ‘Kamen Rider’ series. Itis something my mother introduced to both Ponz and I as children so you couldsay that I am somewhat of a fan. It doesn’t suit me, nor am I young, but Idon’t care for that. For me, nostalgic memories are priceless and I will not beshamed for it.”

[theshadowjjang]

“It’s Valentine’s Day and I’m single and you want to cheer me up but you can’t cook nor bake to save your life so you make me hot chocolate instead and it is delicious and I think I love you???” AU.

Taken from meme: [x] ||Accepting||

Dongmin wouldn’t consider him a guy who can’t cook nor bake to save his life, but it certainly was something that was a bit of an... acquired taste. His skills weren’t the best in the kitchen but he was learning. He also had a peculiar palate so sometimes what he may find to be good may not be the same for someone else. 

Anyways, he could at the very least handle hot chocolate. It still counted as chocolates for Valentine’s day, right? It was a little bit odd because he was a guy giving chocolate to another guy but that’s okay. He wasn’t one to be too particular about ‘rules’ anyways. Well, sometimes. 

Setting a mug down for Kyouhei, he took a sip from his own mug. He made his to be a bit more bitter than the one that he made for Kyouhei. He was guessing the guy liked sweets, so he made his a big sweeter. Dongmin’s had coffee with the hot chocolate, so it was more like a Mocha than a hot chocolate, to be honest. 

“So you know, Valentine’s is just a day like any other but people just want to brag. It’s nothing to feel bad about, you’ll find someone.” He gently pat Kyouhei’s back. “I’ll be there for you until you find someone so you won’t feel too lonely, so cheer up, okay?” Dongmin smiled at his dear friend. It was never fun when you were alone and single and everyone else around you was either in a relationship or just was too busy to stick around all the time. 

Dongmin liked being around Kyouhei so he didn’t mind keeping the guy company whenever he was feeling sad because of him being single. “You’re a really good guy, so you’ll find someone soon, I guarantee it.” 

[daddykujc-blog]

"SLEEP IS FOR HUMANS. IM A GOD."

Shit said in Discord at 1 AM Starter Pack

❝A puny god who needs to go to sleep..❞ He picks up Kyouhei and carries him over to bed. He whistles for Star, the big Newfoundland dog, and climbs into bed. He has the dog cuddle up next to Kyouhei while Jotaro took the other side. He pulls the blanket over them, holding the other close and falls asleep.

No escape Kyouhei. Once he’s knocked out, there’s no escaping him.

[karamachv-blog]

“we’re alone now, you could kiss me.” (:D)

send my muse “we’re alone now, you could kiss me.” for their reaction.

Karamatsu agreed to wait with Kyouhei, at least until he was done with his group thing. He watched and observed the others as they conversed though his eyes were mostly on the other male. He wasn’t sure when it started but it snuck up on him just like that.

Before long, he was realized he was staring and he looked away. He stood up, excusing himself to get a glass of water. He walked out of the room, heading to the kitchen. Once there, he took a deep breath and he poured himself a glass. He sipped the drink and was about to return. That was until he felt someone pressing against his back.

He looked back, jumping a bit when he noticed it was Kyouhei. ❝O-Oh hello my sunflower! Sorry I was just feeling thirsty, but I was going to return.❞ He smiled and he was about to move until he felt the taller male’s arms wrapped around his waist. He looked down, his face heating up and turning red. That was when he heard the other whisper.

“We’re alone now, you could kiss me.”

He gulped, frozen there for a moment then he turned his head to look at him. His face turned red when he met the other’s gaze.

He slowly inched his head near, closing his eyes. His heart was beating faster and faster, anticipating for their lips to touch and when it did, it just calmed down. He gripped his cup, staying in the position they were in, their lips locked together.

[toneofdarkness]

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Send me a ^O^ to talk to one of my previous/other characters or a character I wish to play. || @qtpie-kyouhei— You got: Aeolus from Rockman/Megaman ZX Advent

Damn weather. Why did it have to be so hot? And just as the class was having an outdoor activity! Why couldn’t Summer vacation come any faster? That way, he wouldn’t have to be stuck with these whiny fools for any longer than he has to!

…But then, he’ll be stuck at home instead…

Aeolus groaned, rubbing at his temple in annoyance as he’ll be stuck in unfavorable situations regardless of the circumstances. What did he ever do to deserve this?

He looked up when he noticed someone staring at him, prompting him to throw a grouchy scowl at him.

“What are you looking at?”

[madamhatter]

♬ (w. grandmaster-soundstress)

send one for my muse’s reaction to your muse — // accepting.

Jirou singing to Sophie. 

       Rendering the beauty of sound for one who shudders at the shuddering chills of the silence, a stranger’s humming distracts from the dissonance of a wandering traveler’s thoughts. Her eyes, though daggering at the slip of paper of a familiar villain’s penmanship, softened upon the melodic tones hitting her ears. She turns her head momentarily, finding herself aside a store that looked worn out but ad instruments decorating the front of the storefront. The door had been slightly creaked opened, the radio had been strangely shut off in exchange of a stranger’s voice. 

     Disregarding the pools of people passing to and fro from her, the woman pauses and remains gazing at the window panes of the store. For all little she could recover and discover of the voice, all that could be appreciated from her were the shortened chopped locks of black. Mostly, from what she could detect, the stranger had been on octave lower but fairly feminine. She presses the note to her chest and shuffles to the side, keeping close to the storefront but, she had turned her face away, not wanting to distinguish her interest. 

   After a fleeting moment or two, her back is turned towards the window front and kept at bay from the lulls that soon faded by the frequent buzzing of her phone. The woman tilts her head, sighing, realizing that the underground was needing their affiliate again. To the one who had distracted her, dipped her ears with sweetened notes, she could only depart with a small grace of gratitude. From her lips, she mutters “How nice,” but continues the straining path without the temptation of turning back. 

[ddtriohub]

(ʃƪ ˘ ³˘) (for Dongmin - see, I can fix my mistakes)

SEND ME A “(Ʃƪ ˘ ³˘)” AND MY MUSE WILL RESPOND WITH A KISS THAT RESEMBLES THEIR FEELING(S) OR RELATIONSHIP TOWARDS YOURS. ||Accepting||Verse: Default!au @theshadowjjang

Dongmin stared at the list and over at Kyouhei. This wassuch an odd task, but it wasn’t going to kill anything, he didn’t think. Hewasn’t going to question it. What the one behind the door said goes. If she wantshim to kiss Kyouhei according to the different meanings on this list, he would.Guess that habit of his hasn’t really left him, huh?

There was a good number on this list that applied to Kyouheiso he was busy thinking about a mode of attack. Start with the hands and thengo up to the top and work your way to wherever else needed the kisses? Soundedlike a good plan if there was any.  Hereached out to take Kyouhei’s hand in his and he pressed his lips gentlyagainst Kyouhei’s fingertip (Praise/admiration)before he place another kiss at the back of the hand (respect/Love), and then finally tugged on the hand to put akiss on the forearm (affection/adoration).The list never did specify where, so he chose the forearm as it was the closestto access after the hand.

Now for the face. With both hands on either side of hisface, he put a kiss on the center of Kyouhei’s forehead (blessing/friendship) and on the tear (temptation). It was very hard to resist teasing the guy. He wasjust so expressive that it was hard to refrain. Sorry Kyouhei, do forgive him,but he just finds you really cute and your innocent reactions are veryendearing. As he considered Kyouhei to be a good friend of his, he kissed thebridge of the nose(Treasuring),and then finished off with one on the cheek (Dear/Kindness/Satisfaction). “Here, this isthe list with the meanings.” He simply handed it over with that casual smile onhis face like always. 

“To be honest, if I was more sure of how you felt, I could have also thrown in the kiss to the throat.” Seeing as he wasn’t too sure how Kyouhei felt about things, or whichever way he swung, Dongmin kept his answers relatively tame. 

[daddykujc-blog]

Peony and Calla Lily and Allium

Flower Munday Meme

Peony: What’s your favorite hot beverage?Calla Lily: If you died right now, what song would you want to play at your funeral?Allium: What’s the best thing you can cook?

well i answered the first one already.if i died hmm… i wonder..for the thing i can cook… i’ve cooked a lot of things. so i’m not sure.

[daddykujc-blog]

Hydrangea

Flower Munday Meme

Hydrangea: Starbucks order?

well that’s rather a hard question. its been a while since i was last in america so i don’t really remember the order i got. though i do think there was the ‘black and white’. however this was years ago back when i was in middle school so i don’t think its there anymore.

[daddykujc-blog]

If you could have any career, regardless of obstacles (debt, status, etc) what would be your dream? If you were a Teen Titan, what would your powers be?

Munday Asks!

If you could have any career, regardless of obstacles (debt, status, etc) what would be your dream?If you were a Teen Titan, what would your powers be?

well, i’ve always did wanted to become a singer. my mom is my role model and singing was a career of her’s. i’ve been to her band practices before, joined them in some singing. i’m slowly building my way up.

as for the powers well.... a combination of fire and ice.

[madamhatter]

^O^

Send me a ^O^ to talk to one of my previous/other characters or a character I wish to play. | acpt.

    Ten-thousand leagues ahead of Superintendent Mond had been a flash of canary yellow and ball of sunshine. After the trials and tribulations of acceptance and change, she had finally found herself beginning anew in a country far, far away. It had slightly stung her, under her skin at least, that she had to be temporarily parted with the Agency, but, this wasn’t her first rodeo! A case overseas wasn’t new after the distant happenings in Khura’in, and, after traveling Europe for so long, it had been quite a wonderful surprise to be in a country she never thought she’d be in! 

    Lagging far behind had been the taller and stoic face of Isa Mond, who was shuffling through paperwork necessary for the case on her agenda. However, she shrugged off the opportunity for them, for there was a better alternative around her neck! Without being properly introduced to it, to Isa, it was another silly gimmick or keychain that children collected. He thought that maybe even his daughter, Jirou, had something similar in her possession, but, she wouldn’t admit to such cute things being with her.

    Cyan eyes skimmed through the busy crowd at the courthouse, spotting the familiar face from an earlier briefing – one such detective that superintendent kept a close eye on. Reflecting the glee in her eyes had been the pendant around her neck – a circular figure with a pixelated yet simple face. If only WIDGET could’ve kept up with the loud thumping in her ears, but, it wasn’t as excited as she could’ve been! 

     However, her attention was relatively pulled away from the large crowds as she found herself listening back from what her associate was continuing to say as he was reviewing the current case of a teenager being accused of arson – something less extreme than her previous cases – that ended up leading to a trail of fraud and attempted homicide. At least, that was what against the young man who ended up ditched by his lawyer. Something was fishy, and, nothing wasn’t ever as they seem in the cases she was in. 

    And, as she turned her head once more, a new face was in her line of sight, right at the front of her designated courtroom! While the case hadn’t officially started, and the meeting with the judge was about to begin soon, and the strange circumstances around this, it wasn’t surprising to see an assortment of people around her. She could tell from a mile away that his pulse was racing, probably caught up in the marveling events surrounding this peculiar case. 

    Without further ado, Athena Cykes had entered the scene, smelling the heavy scent of coffee beans …and fish?! While a bright smile was on her face, she stopped in her move, gagging apparent from the smell. However, there was something already fishy going on – so, it only fit the scene better! But, even then, this was only a passing face that caught her eye. 

    “Heya!” A large grin accompanied her face as she approached the male, taking no time to stop once again. While WIDGET flickered from one shade to green, she began her introduction. “You don’t happen to be here for the upcoming trial, are you? You seem like someone important! I’m Athena Cykes!”

  “Do you think that face says arson charges, attorney Cykes?”

    “H-Huh?! No, I didn’t! I just wanted to say hi!”

Athena Cykes  - PREVIOUS CHARACTER - Ace Attorney

Psychologist or Defense Attorney / Adored and Considered!

[karamachv-blog]

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Platonic Affections Meme

Send me a ☆ to go on a mundane adventure with my muse, such as to get groceries or coffee etc

❝Hmm…❞ Karamatsu looked through the shelves, carefully reading each product’s lable to see if it was the one the other needed. When he finally found it, he grabbed the amount the other needed and he ran over to the younger male.

❝Kyouhei! I’ve found it!❞ He stopped in front of the male, looking up at him, smiling.

[madamhatter]

^O^ (send me spike you bi- *spike shoots me*)

Send me a ^O^ to talk to one of my previous/other characters or a character I wish to play. | acpt 

   “Forgive the odor, it seems that nicotine is fresh in the air and my wits may be at their end.” Sophie Hatter, at her designated seat in her apartment, stirred quietly one cube of sugar into her tea. Having never indulged in strong taste, one had been fair enough for the evening. Though, she suspected that perhaps slipping in a bit of whiskey would’ve provided better comfort for the strange arrangement in her home. 

     She took a deep breath, fanning her hand towards the terribly-fashioned Kyohei. “Please, enjoy the scent of the flowers before I have a word with someone.” Dusting off the bottom of her dress, exchanging her teacup for free space, she arose from her chair. Within a second or two, she was off and walked down the small hallway and peeked into an opened door. Notably, this would be the guest room once belonging to Akira Kurusu, a boy not under her roof but forever in her care. 

    Snaking from the roof had been a long trail of smoke that only made her nose wrinkle and her intent to gag was certainly etched in her face. Arms tucked under either, her brows knit together and she was fairly quick to send a harsh reminder to someone. 

    “You got company, should’ve told me,” a casually apologetic yet deep voice was finally audible from the room. The trail of smoke stopped for a moment, but, judging from the Hatter’s face, it wasn’t out. “You know what I said about smoking–” The woman began to explain, but, she shook her head and nodded her head in the direction of the foyer. “You should be apologizing to them, not me.” 

     At the suggestion, the stranger more than obliged at such a request, walking past the smaller grey mouse of the house. Lanky and lacking any social grace, a man of deep green hair hunched over and walked over towards the foyer. His hands were tucked into the depths of his pocket and his eyes were slightly lit with the curiosity of the new face. In reality, he would’ve minded not having extra company, but, he WAS in someone else’s place. He doesn’t exactly have the last say on these matters. 

    Not far behind, he could’ve imagined the scrappy little starlit woman hot on his heels. The strangeness of women wouldn’t ever stop confusing him at this point. He wasn’t going to straighten out, however. it wasn’t the forte of the male to even consider that way if it wasn’t much in his favor; he was a guest, after all, he has some treatment and he knew that better than anyone else. 

   Scratching his chin at the new face in the apartment, he scratched his finger against his chin, in mid-thought. The cigarette, still burning bright, was finally returning to having the snake trail of smoke behind him. He offered a friendly glance towards the other, paying him no particular mind. 

   “Hey, where did ya’ get that kind of hat? Looks pretty nice.” Of course, there wasn’t an effort to be placed from the woman’s order – it had been easily disregarded as she quietly fumed behind him. 

Spike Spiegel - PREVIOUS CHARACTER - Cowboy Bebop

Private Detective / TO BE APP’D.