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[mind-of-a-tool-heart-of-a-girl]

Turning back around and folded his pajamas as she did so (out of habit, she always folded her yukata in the mornings) only to see that he wasn’t quite done. The skirt was back to front because the pleats were going the wrong way and wouldn’t cover her backside very well. Her sefuku tie was a little twisted at the back, she could tell because of the lump in the collar just like how she could see her bra strap was twisted because of the bump on the shoulder. Then there were the tights or lack of them; she wore them for the sake of modesty and they provided extra warm in the winter. Her skirt was a little on the short side after all and no kind of clothing trickery would be able to hide her modesty if there was a breeze.

“Do you mind if I…”

She trailed off, raising her hands… his hands… anyway and being as careful as possible not to touch anywhere that could be considered intimate. She straightened out the sefuku at the back and untwisted the bra strap.

“The tag always goes on the right… for future reference. The pleats provide a little modesty and… the waist is supposed to sit just a little higher. Right at the dip. As much as I wish we could leave and you could be comfortable, I wear the tights for a reason and people will get suspicious if you don’t.”

She advised as she twisted the skirt and tugged up a little higher to where it was supposed to be. Now as for the tights. The best way to explain was to show him. She picked them up and sat on the edge of his bed before sticking her thumbs into one leg of the tights and slowly starting to roll the material into her hands until she could stick the foot into the foot of the tights.

“Now put your foot in and do the same to the other leg then pull them up. The hem of these sits on your hips. They tend to twist and slip throughout the day but try to be discreet if you need to adjust them. Now you try.”

[ffuyuhiko]

Squinting in confusion, he grabbed the tights and repeated after her. Sitting on the edge of the bed and slipping both feet into the ends of the tights. Once he had done so, the Yakuza stood up and pulled them up the rest of the way. They were uncomfortable, especially with what felt like a string riding up his, well. But he supposed he could deal with it for now.

Once he was done with that, he couldn’t help but be painfully aware of how short her skirt felt. The exposure definitely wasn’t something he was fond of. As sneakily as possible, he tugged the skirt down about an inch.

❝ You need help with your tie, right? ❞

[horrificmemes]

Horrific Headcanons

Send a symbol for a headcanon about my muse. All horror/angst/scifi related.

✘ Have they ever committed a murder? ▼ What is their greatest fear? ✿ Would they ever trust dark or wicked magic? △ Name one thing from their past that they regret. ✂ If they had to choose one weapon to carry forever, what would it be? ☣ Would they kill someone close to them if they had to? ☢ Would they survive an apocalyptic situation? ❣ If someone had the power to bring them back after death, would they want them to? ☠ Do they fear death? ♱ What do they think awaits them after death? ¿ Are they easily frightened? ╳ How would they react to seeing a loved one become possessed? ☹ Name one person they would kill for. ☼ If they had the choice to be immortal with one other person, who would they choose? ☎ How would they react to receiving a phone call from a deceased love one? ★ Do they have a favorite scary movie? Book? Show? ♣ Do they believe the world is made up of good and evil? ♥ Have they ever acting out of heartlessness? ☾ What is their favorite and least favorite thing about the night? ψ Do they think they deserve punishment for their wrongdoings? ϟ Have they ever gotten pleasure from causing others pain? ♚ Do they consider themselves to be evil? ♒ If they could choose how to die, how would they want to go? ™ Are they possessive? ✔ Are they holding a grudge against anyone? ◯ Do they believe in ghosts? ✦ Who is their favorite villain? ☄ While watching a scary movie, are they the one clinging to a friend or being clung to? 웃 Do they believe in aliens?

[angstmemes]

worried starters

trigger warnings apply! ( mental illness, drugs and alcohol use, self-destructive behaviours, and vomiting )

“You haven’t slept for days, have you?” “Are you eating properly? You don’t look it.” “Why do you keep stumbling over your words? Just how tired are you?” “You need to think about yourself every once in a while.” “I know your work is important, but you’re going to end up in hospital if you go on like this!” “You haven’t even touched your food. What’s going on?” “You look so… empty. I’m worried for you, please talk to me.” “Are you alright in there? You’re so quiet.” “How did you get these bruises? Please don’t lie to me.” “There’s something bothering you that you’re not telling me and I can see it slowly destroying you. What happened?” “You’re sleep deprived and you haven’t been eating. Why do you think you’re feeling dizzy?” “I can give you some pills to help you sleep. They aren’t healthy, but this is even less healthy.” “If you didn’t just blink I would’ve sworn you were dead, that’s how sickly you’re looking. Go to bed, please!” “Have you drank all of these bottles in one weekend?!” “I know you don’t want this, but it’s for your own good. Sign the papers so they can pick you up tomorrow and you can get clean.” “What the hell are you doing?! Did you do that to yourself?!” “When was the last time you left the house? Or opened the curtains for that matter.” “Here, just keep breathing. It’ll be okay. Better out than in…” “This can’t go on like this! You’re not eating, you’re not sleeping, you barely talk!” “I’m sorry. I went through your room and found this. Explain what the hell this is doing in your room!” “I thought you’d quit! How long have you been lying to me?” “I’m only trying to help and right now I think I have a much better idea of what you need than you do.” “Did you take anything? Why are you passing out? Hey! Stay with me!”

[mind-of-a-tool-heart-of-a-girl]

Oh that. Well Peko could definitely say that she would definitely struggle with the tie. She nodded in agreement, no watching each other get dressed. She doubted Fuyuhiko wanted that memory in his head. Unless that memory would go with her when they switched back? Ugh this was confusing.

“I’ll fetch what you need from my room and you set out what I’ll need.”

She suggested before darting out of the room with none of her usual agility or grace. Right, Fuyuhiko didn’t have her training and his proportion s were very different. Somehow, that little fact kept slipping her mind. Or maybe she was trying to keep herself in some kind of denial so she didn’t confuse or upset herself.

She was back within minutes, carrying the clothes Fuyuhiko would need to pass off as her. She’d even picked up her glasses and handed those to him right away. Next, she unfolded everything, trying not to blush at the fact that he would be seeing her underwear of choice and would have to learn how to put it on and then get used to the feeling.

[ffuyuhiko]

The young master nodded, making a small sound in agreement as he watched her attempt to run out of the room and to her own. 

Now focusing on his own task at hand, he grabbed his suit jacket, dress shirt and dress pants out of the closet, laying them out on the bed before opening his top drawer to grab his tie and.. 

Shit. ShitShitShit. 

A wave of regret washed over him as he started at the colorful collection of underwear in his drawer. They ranged from red, yellow to blue and all of them were shaped like, well, womans underwear, to put it plainly. He couldn’t help that they were comfortable, okay? Gritting his teeth, he pulled out a navy blue pair with yellow designs on it and flung them onto the bed.

As soon as he had done so, his heartbeat picked up as Peko walked into the room with the clothing in her arms. He could only pray that Natsumi hadn’t seen her run into her room frantically then run into his room with a heap of her clothes. 

[mind-of-a-tool-heart-of-a-girl]

Hopefully no one had seen her considering it about six in the morning because they would’ve seen Fuyuhiko going into her room. With her clothes set out, she cast a curious glance towards what he’d set out so far. All familiar; she’d seen him wear it every day for years. The underwear was a surprise though and she tried not to show it. Peko didn’t do laundry so she was entirely unaware; she was a tool, not a servant.

“I believe the only thing I will struggle with is the tie.”

It was still difficult to not call him young master especially when she was this nervous but sometimes she was able to bite it back. Like today.

“Would you like me to assist you first?”

[ffuyuhiko]

He shook his head, glancing at the pile of clothes next to him, trying to figure out which garment would go on first. 

❝ I think I got it.. ❞

Taking a deep breath, he turned to the side before untying the Yukata and letting it drop to the floor and doing the same with her underwear.

Just don’t look down, Fuyuhiko. Don’t look down Don’t look down Don’t look dow-

Putting his focus back on the bed, he reached for her bra first, taking a good look at it with bright red cheeks before placing the confusing piece of clothing back on the bed. He didn’t wan’t to see or touch anything he shouldn’t while attempting to put it on and didn’t wan’t to ask for help either. Whatever, he probably didn’t need it anyways.

Next would be underwear, then. Pinching the sides of the pair of panties, he picked them up, mentally readying himself before carefully stepping into them and pulling them up. He noted to himself that this was indeed just as disastrous and difficult as he assumed it would be.

[mind-of-a-tool-heart-of-a-girl]

Oh that. Well Peko could definitely say that she would definitely struggle with the tie. She nodded in agreement, no watching each other get dressed. She doubted Fuyuhiko wanted that memory in his head. Unless that memory would go with her when they switched back? Ugh this was confusing.

“I’ll fetch what you need from my room and you set out what I’ll need.”

She suggested before darting out of the room with none of her usual agility or grace. Right, Fuyuhiko didn’t have her training and his proportion s were very different. Somehow, that little fact kept slipping her mind. Or maybe she was trying to keep herself in some kind of denial so she didn’t confuse or upset herself.

She was back within minutes, carrying the clothes Fuyuhiko would need to pass off as her. She’d even picked up her glasses and handed those to him right away. Next, she unfolded everything, trying not to blush at the fact that he would be seeing her underwear of choice and would have to learn how to put it on and then get used to the feeling.

[ffuyuhiko]

The young master nodded, making a small sound in agreement as he watched her attempt to run out of the room and to her own. 

Now focusing on his own task at hand, he grabbed his suit jacket, dress shirt and dress pants out of the closet, laying them out on the bed before opening his top drawer to grab his tie and.. 

Shit. ShitShitShit. 

A wave of regret washed over him as he started at the colorful collection of underwear in his drawer. They ranged from red, yellow to blue and all of them were shaped like, well, womans underwear, to put it plainly. He couldn’t help that they were comfortable, okay? Gritting his teeth, he pulled out a navy blue pair with yellow designs on it and flung them onto the bed.

As soon as he had done so, his heartbeat picked up as Peko walked into the room with the clothing in her arms. He could only pray that Natsumi hadn’t seen her run into her room frantically then run into his room with a heap of her clothes. 

[mind-of-a-tool-heart-of-a-girl]

@ffuyuhiko from [x]

She wasn’t entirely sure what to think about Fuyuhiko’s hands touching her body that way; it was still her body touching itself but it was Fuyuhiko in there. And… maybe in the future she wouldn’t mind… now wasn’t the time! Wow it was surreal to her body move like that and to see her face making those expressions. She hadn’t been so openly expressive since she was four or five years old.

“I’m… fairly sure our positions were reversed when I snuck in last night.”

Peko’s attempt at trying to tactfully handle the awkward subject of them apparently switching bodies wasn’t that great. She sounded awkward, confused, scared and to make matters worse, she felt off balance. Her centre of gravity had changed, her weight had changed, her muscle tone and voice and range of expressions. It was all different. Fuyuhiko wasn’t a trained warrior; she could feel the difference in his body but at least her mind was in tact. He wouldn’t have to deal with any intrusive thoughts that didn’t belong to her.

“…what do we do?”

[ffuyuhiko]

❝ I’m.. not sure. ❞

It felt weird to talk. It felt weird to hear her talk in such a way with his voice. Everything felt weird. Not to mention his throat felt unbearably dry. Some water sounded nice. Especially to help calm him down and help him think.

❝ I need.. water. ❞ Throwing the covers off of him, he abruptly stood up before losing balance completely and tumbling to the ground, letting out a trail of cursewords. He was a lot taller now, that was a new thing. And balancing on long legs was a new thing, too. Now using the bed to support himself, he stood up once more, carefully moving his legs like a fawn trying to walk for the first time. Using everything he could grab onto as a sense of support, he made his way to the bathroom, grabbing a cup off the sink, filling it with water and chugging it down quickly. After slamming the cup down and gasping from the lack of air from drinking, he focused his gaze on the mirror. 

He raised a right hand and of course, his reflection followed. It was absurd. The silverette leaned close to the mirror, mapping out every little detail of her face, red eyes captivating himself in the mirror. It was indescribable and slightly upsetting but also.. Interesting. A distraught Peko stared at him through the mirror. It was odd to see her face showing such emotions and so he couldn’t help but wonder what her other emotions might look like. 

With a new thought planted in his mind, he turned to the side, still looking at the mirror before giving a wide smirk, raising an eyebrow and pointing finger guns at the reflection. He only stood in that pose for a moment before covering his mouth and squatting down to the floor, blushing and trying his best not to laugh, however his attempt failed as a loud whole-hearted laugh escaped porcelain-like lips. He quickly froze as his heart raced. 

That was by far, the cutest thing he had ever heard.

[mind-of-a-tool-heart-of-a-girl]

Watching her body be so unsteady was not only strange, it was a bruise to her pride as an accomplished swords woman. Every movement was sure and precise but with Fuyuhiko currently occupying her body. While he grabbed some water, she sat up and stretched. Having less body than she was used to was equally strange. Her perspective was different and her vision was clearer though it was slightly frustrating that her muscles and limbs just felt wrong. Not limber enough. It was like recovering from flu all over again. Fuyuhiko wasn’t weak himself, good grief no, there was some muscle tone but nothing was as responsive as her own body was.

Peko got to her feet to try and get used to her new proportions. She was used to keeping her weight central so at least she wouldn’t accidentally adopt a feminine stance and give him a negative reputation. Walking with an extra piece of anatomy between her legs would definitely be weird… was this why some boys tended to swagger in that pointless and ridiculous way? She ran through some basic stretches, huffing in irritation as Fuyuhiko’s poor flexibility. It was so strange. His limbs were far shorter than hers but it was much more difficult to reach her toes in his body.

The sound from laughter piqued her curiosity and made dread flutter in the pit of her stomach. If someone had heard that… She wandered over to the bathroom and saw her body crouched on the floor and laughing. Suddenly nothing made sense.

“Keep it down!”

She hissed at him.

“And what’s so funny?”

[ffuyuhiko]

So that’s what it looked like when he snapped at someone. Pretty intimidating, he thought, but he’d make sure to work on making it even better. Quickly shaking the irrelevant thought out of his head, he was almost eager to show her what was so hilarious to him. Standing up once more and stumbling like an idiot, he struggled to do the same stance he had done before in the mirror. 

It was almost as if his mind was just neglecting the reality of this whole situation, and it probably was. — ( He tried his best to shove every thought about how it was even humanly possible, how heavy his chest was, how hard it was to stand and the anatomy difference to the back of his head. ) —  Because, well, the situation was unrealistic. However, the comedic coping quickly dropped to the ground and shattered as a thought hit him. 

How they hell were they supposed to use the bathroom or change clothes?

[mind-of-a-tool-heart-of-a-girl]

Seeing her own face morph into a wink as she performed finger guns and clicked her tongue was admittedly amusing. The corner of her mouth twitched before she bit the inside of her cheek to keep her laughter in.

“Please don’t make my body do that again. I’m not an American high schooler with a dangerously huge ego.”

She gently asked as she tried not to laugh herself. It was so strange to have to look up. She didn’t need to tilt her head but she did have to raise her gaze. Clear vision was also a novelty. It was actually really satisfying to be able to read bottle labels and book spines clearly. She watched her face become panicked; that was another expression she wasn’t used to seeing. It made worry settle in the pit of her stomach.

“What’s wrong?”

[ffuyuhiko]

A pale hand grabbed onto the bathroom counter for balance. It was odd being tall and having to look down to talk to someone, yet slightly ego boosting, besides the fact that it was himself that he was looking down at. Though his vision was blurred when it came to things too close up and too far away, the blonde in front of him was rather clear in sight. 

However, again, there were more serious matters in hand than not having glasses on at the moment.

❝ How are we supposta’ change or use the bathroom..? ❞ He also noted how odd it sounded to hear Peko’s voice in his accent. 

[mind-of-a-tool-heart-of-a-girl]

His accent coming from her body was incredibly jarring and she had to blink and shake the surprise from herself before she registered his question. That… was actually a very good question. Sure she knew the theory of how boys used the bathroom but knowing that and having the experience were two very different things. On the bright side, Fuyuhiko wouldn’t have to deal with certain feminine problems… Unless this lasted more than two weeks. In which case, she would quietly wish him luck.

“I… well… y-you know the idea right? Just… sit and let your-I mean my body do what needs to be done.”

She was off to an incredibly awkward start. She needed a plan. She had to think of a way they could pass off as each other and not raise suspicions. Starting with clothes and getting through the morning.

“I’ll grab some of my clothes from my room and then… oh no… my morning drills!”

[ffuyuhiko]

❝ Y-Yeah.. I know how to take a piss, thank you.❞  He crossed his arms. ❝ I just meant.. ❞  Pale cheeks quickly turned crimson. Dammit, this wasn’t going to be easy. Not for either of them. 

❝ For gettin’ dressed, ❞  Kuzuryuu paused,  ❝ Let’s just.. try an’ keep our gazes upwards. ❞

The newly taller of the two couldn’t help but wonder how the hell he was going to manage being in a skirt, tights and bra all day. He also couldn’t help but wonder if they were going to be changing in the same room or not since he wasn’t sure if Peko knew how to tie a tie. 

However, Peko did bring up a good point of crisis. Could she make him skip it and tell his dad they were going out to run errands instead? Or had a school activity? Or maybe she could just simply give him the day off. 

❝ Don’ worry about it, just tell my old man that I can skip ‘em today. ❞

He wondered if Peko was capable of speaking up to his dad in such a way that he usually did. But either way, he’d be sure to help her out with it as much as he could.

[mind-of-a-tool-heart-of-a-girl]

@ffuyuhiko from [x]

She wasn’t entirely sure what to think about Fuyuhiko’s hands touching her body that way; it was still her body touching itself but it was Fuyuhiko in there. And… maybe in the future she wouldn’t mind… now wasn’t the time! Wow it was surreal to her body move like that and to see her face making those expressions. She hadn’t been so openly expressive since she was four or five years old.

“I’m… fairly sure our positions were reversed when I snuck in last night.”

Peko’s attempt at trying to tactfully handle the awkward subject of them apparently switching bodies wasn’t that great. She sounded awkward, confused, scared and to make matters worse, she felt off balance. Her centre of gravity had changed, her weight had changed, her muscle tone and voice and range of expressions. It was all different. Fuyuhiko wasn’t a trained warrior; she could feel the difference in his body but at least her mind was in tact. He wouldn’t have to deal with any intrusive thoughts that didn’t belong to her.

“…what do we do?”

[ffuyuhiko]

❝ I’m.. not sure. ❞

It felt weird to talk. It felt weird to hear her talk in such a way with his voice. Everything felt weird. Not to mention his throat felt unbearably dry. Some water sounded nice. Especially to help calm him down and help him think.

❝ I need.. water. ❞ Throwing the covers off of him, he abruptly stood up before losing balance completely and tumbling to the ground, letting out a trail of cursewords. He was a lot taller now, that was a new thing. And balancing on long legs was a new thing, too. Now using the bed to support himself, he stood up once more, carefully moving his legs like a fawn trying to walk for the first time. Using everything he could grab onto as a sense of support, he made his way to the bathroom, grabbing a cup off the sink, filling it with water and chugging it down quickly. After slamming the cup down and gasping from the lack of air from drinking, he focused his gaze on the mirror. 

He raised a right hand and of course, his reflection followed. It was absurd. The silverette leaned close to the mirror, mapping out every little detail of her face, red eyes captivating himself in the mirror. It was indescribable and slightly upsetting but also.. Interesting. A distraught Peko stared at him through the mirror. It was odd to see her face showing such emotions and so he couldn’t help but wonder what her other emotions might look like. 

With a new thought planted in his mind, he turned to the side, still looking at the mirror before giving a wide smirk, raising an eyebrow and pointing finger guns at the reflection. He only stood in that pose for a moment before covering his mouth and squatting down to the floor, blushing and trying his best not to laugh, however his attempt failed as a loud whole-hearted laugh escaped porcelain-like lips. He quickly froze as his heart raced. 

That was by far, the cutest thing he had ever heard.

[mind-of-a-tool-heart-of-a-girl]

Watching her body be so unsteady was not only strange, it was a bruise to her pride as an accomplished swords woman. Every movement was sure and precise but with Fuyuhiko currently occupying her body. While he grabbed some water, she sat up and stretched. Having less body than she was used to was equally strange. Her perspective was different and her vision was clearer though it was slightly frustrating that her muscles and limbs just felt wrong. Not limber enough. It was like recovering from flu all over again. Fuyuhiko wasn’t weak himself, good grief no, there was some muscle tone but nothing was as responsive as her own body was.

Peko got to her feet to try and get used to her new proportions. She was used to keeping her weight central so at least she wouldn’t accidentally adopt a feminine stance and give him a negative reputation. Walking with an extra piece of anatomy between her legs would definitely be weird… was this why some boys tended to swagger in that pointless and ridiculous way? She ran through some basic stretches, huffing in irritation as Fuyuhiko’s poor flexibility. It was so strange. His limbs were far shorter than hers but it was much more difficult to reach her toes in his body.

The sound from laughter piqued her curiosity and made dread flutter in the pit of her stomach. If someone had heard that… She wandered over to the bathroom and saw her body crouched on the floor and laughing. Suddenly nothing made sense.

“Keep it down!”

She hissed at him.

“And what’s so funny?”

[ffuyuhiko]

So that’s what it looked like when he snapped at someone. Pretty intimidating, he thought, but he’d make sure to work on making it even better. Quickly shaking the irrelevant thought out of his head, he was almost eager to show her what was so hilarious to him. Standing up once more and stumbling like an idiot, he struggled to do the same stance he had done before in the mirror. 

It was almost as if his mind was just neglecting the reality of this whole situation, and it probably was. — ( He tried his best to shove every thought about how it was even humanly possible, how heavy his chest was, how hard it was to stand and the anatomy difference to the back of his head. ) —  Because, well, the situation was unrealistic. However, the comedic coping quickly dropped to the ground and shattered as a thought hit him. 

How they hell were they supposed to use the bathroom or change clothes?

[mind-of-a-tool-heart-of-a-girl]

Seeing her own face morph into a wink as she performed finger guns and clicked her tongue was admittedly amusing. The corner of her mouth twitched before she bit the inside of her cheek to keep her laughter in.

“Please don’t make my body do that again. I’m not an American high schooler with a dangerously huge ego.”

She gently asked as she tried not to laugh herself. It was so strange to have to look up. She didn’t need to tilt her head but she did have to raise her gaze. Clear vision was also a novelty. It was actually really satisfying to be able to read bottle labels and book spines clearly. She watched her face become panicked; that was another expression she wasn’t used to seeing. It made worry settle in the pit of her stomach.

“What’s wrong?”

[ffuyuhiko]

A pale hand grabbed onto the bathroom counter for balance. It was odd being tall and having to look down to talk to someone, yet slightly ego boosting, besides the fact that it was himself that he was looking down at. Though his vision was blurred when it came to things too close up and too far away, the blonde in front of him was rather clear in sight. 

However, again, there were more serious matters in hand than not having glasses on at the moment.

❝ How are we supposta’ change or use the bathroom..? ❞ He also noted how odd it sounded to hear Peko’s voice in his accent. 

[mind-of-a-tool-heart-of-a-girl]

@ffuyuhiko from [x]

She wasn’t entirely sure what to think about Fuyuhiko’s hands touching her body that way; it was still her body touching itself but it was Fuyuhiko in there. And… maybe in the future she wouldn’t mind… now wasn’t the time! Wow it was surreal to her body move like that and to see her face making those expressions. She hadn’t been so openly expressive since she was four or five years old.

“I’m… fairly sure our positions were reversed when I snuck in last night.”

Peko’s attempt at trying to tactfully handle the awkward subject of them apparently switching bodies wasn’t that great. She sounded awkward, confused, scared and to make matters worse, she felt off balance. Her centre of gravity had changed, her weight had changed, her muscle tone and voice and range of expressions. It was all different. Fuyuhiko wasn’t a trained warrior; she could feel the difference in his body but at least her mind was in tact. He wouldn’t have to deal with any intrusive thoughts that didn’t belong to her.

“…what do we do?”

[ffuyuhiko]

❝ I’m.. not sure. ❞

It felt weird to talk. It felt weird to hear her talk in such a way with his voice. Everything felt weird. Not to mention his throat felt unbearably dry. Some water sounded nice. Especially to help calm him down and help him think.

❝ I need.. water. ❞ Throwing the covers off of him, he abruptly stood up before losing balance completely and tumbling to the ground, letting out a trail of cursewords. He was a lot taller now, that was a new thing. And balancing on long legs was a new thing, too. Now using the bed to support himself, he stood up once more, carefully moving his legs like a fawn trying to walk for the first time. Using everything he could grab onto as a sense of support, he made his way to the bathroom, grabbing a cup off the sink, filling it with water and chugging it down quickly. After slamming the cup down and gasping from the lack of air from drinking, he focused his gaze on the mirror. 

He raised a right hand and of course, his reflection followed. It was absurd. The silverette leaned close to the mirror, mapping out every little detail of her face, red eyes captivating himself in the mirror. It was indescribable and slightly upsetting but also.. Interesting. A distraught Peko stared at him through the mirror. It was odd to see her face showing such emotions and so he couldn’t help but wonder what her other emotions might look like. 

With a new thought planted in his mind, he turned to the side, still looking at the mirror before giving a wide smirk, raising an eyebrow and pointing finger guns at the reflection. He only stood in that pose for a moment before covering his mouth and squatting down to the floor, blushing and trying his best not to laugh, however his attempt failed as a loud whole-hearted laugh escaped porcelain-like lips. He quickly froze as his heart raced. 

That was by far, the cutest thing he had ever heard.

[mind-of-a-tool-heart-of-a-girl]

Watching her body be so unsteady was not only strange, it was a bruise to her pride as an accomplished swords woman. Every movement was sure and precise but with Fuyuhiko currently occupying her body. While he grabbed some water, she sat up and stretched. Having less body than she was used to was equally strange. Her perspective was different and her vision was clearer though it was slightly frustrating that her muscles and limbs just felt wrong. Not limber enough. It was like recovering from flu all over again. Fuyuhiko wasn’t weak himself, good grief no, there was some muscle tone but nothing was as responsive as her own body was.

Peko got to her feet to try and get used to her new proportions. She was used to keeping her weight central so at least she wouldn’t accidentally adopt a feminine stance and give him a negative reputation. Walking with an extra piece of anatomy between her legs would definitely be weird… was this why some boys tended to swagger in that pointless and ridiculous way? She ran through some basic stretches, huffing in irritation as Fuyuhiko’s poor flexibility. It was so strange. His limbs were far shorter than hers but it was much more difficult to reach her toes in his body.

The sound from laughter piqued her curiosity and made dread flutter in the pit of her stomach. If someone had heard that… She wandered over to the bathroom and saw her body crouched on the floor and laughing. Suddenly nothing made sense.

“Keep it down!”

She hissed at him.

“And what’s so funny?”

[ffuyuhiko]

So that’s what it looked like when he snapped at someone. Pretty intimidating, he thought, but he’d make sure to work on making it even better. Quickly shaking the irrelevant thought out of his head, he was almost eager to show her what was so hilarious to him. Standing up once more and stumbling like an idiot, he struggled to do the same stance he had done before in the mirror. 

It was almost as if his mind was just neglecting the reality of this whole situation, and it probably was. — ( He tried his best to shove every thought about how it was even humanly possible, how heavy his chest was, how hard it was to stand and the anatomy difference to the back of his head. ) —  Because, well, the situation was unrealistic. However, the comedic coping quickly dropped to the ground and shattered as a thought hit him. 

How they hell were they supposed to use the bathroom or change clothes?

[mind-of-a-tool-heart-of-a-girl]

@ffuyuhiko from [x]

She wasn’t entirely sure what to think about Fuyuhiko’s hands touching her body that way; it was still her body touching itself but it was Fuyuhiko in there. And… maybe in the future she wouldn’t mind… now wasn’t the time! Wow it was surreal to her body move like that and to see her face making those expressions. She hadn’t been so openly expressive since she was four or five years old.

“I’m… fairly sure our positions were reversed when I snuck in last night.”

Peko’s attempt at trying to tactfully handle the awkward subject of them apparently switching bodies wasn’t that great. She sounded awkward, confused, scared and to make matters worse, she felt off balance. Her centre of gravity had changed, her weight had changed, her muscle tone and voice and range of expressions. It was all different. Fuyuhiko wasn’t a trained warrior; she could feel the difference in his body but at least her mind was in tact. He wouldn’t have to deal with any intrusive thoughts that didn’t belong to her.

“…what do we do?”

[ffuyuhiko]

❝ I’m.. not sure. ❞

It felt weird to talk. It felt weird to hear her talk in such a way with his voice. Everything felt weird. Not to mention his throat felt unbearably dry. Some water sounded nice. Especially to help calm him down and help him think.

❝ I need.. water. ❞ Throwing the covers off of him, he abruptly stood up before losing balance completely and tumbling to the ground, letting out a trail of cursewords. He was a lot taller now, that was a new thing. And balancing on long legs was a new thing, too. Now using the bed to support himself, he stood up once more, carefully moving his legs like a fawn trying to walk for the first time. Using everything he could grab onto as a sense of support, he made his way to the bathroom, grabbing a cup off the sink, filling it with water and chugging it down quickly. After slamming the cup down and gasping from the lack of air from drinking, he focused his gaze on the mirror. 

He raised a right hand and of course, his reflection followed. It was absurd. The silverette leaned close to the mirror, mapping out every little detail of her face, red eyes captivating himself in the mirror. It was indescribable and slightly upsetting but also.. Interesting. A distraught Peko stared at him through the mirror. It was odd to see her face showing such emotions and so he couldn't help but wonder what her other emotions might look like. 

With a new thought planted in his mind, he turned to the side, still looking at the mirror before giving a wide smirk, raising an eyebrow and pointing finger guns at the reflection. He only stood in that pose for a moment before covering his mouth and squatting down to the floor, blushing and trying his best not to laugh, however his attempt failed as a loud whole-hearted laugh escaped porcelain-like lips. He quickly froze as his heart raced. 

That was by far, the cutest thing he had ever heard.

[mind-of-a-tool-heart-of-a-girl]

Swap! (for the body switch meme thingy) (also hello!!)

@ffuyuhiko

((aaaahhhh it’s good to see you online again!))

Sleepy eyes blinked open to see the youn-… to see Fuyuhiko’s room. This wasn’t unusual; since recovering from her nasty bout of flu, she had found that cuddling with someone she cared about… no… loved was more accurate, was actually really comfy. For the last few weeks, Peko had taken to sneaking into his room in the dead of night to cuddle up to him and then sneaking back to her room just before she was expected to run through her early morning drills. That way, she would be witnessed leaving her room and no one would be any the wiser about the change in their relationship. She felt a weight against her chest and wondered if their positions had switched while they were asleep. She shifted to smile at him only to see her own face… what?

Pulling away a little, Peko reached for her own pajama clad arm (those weren’t the night clothes she usually slept… she preferred a sleeping yukata) and pinched the skin. Hard. She had to bite back a yelp. Nope, not a dream. So if she was looking at herself laying there… did that mean-? She reached over to the bedside table to grab Fuyuhiko’s phone. No point bringing hers in here, it was just more to carry around when sneaking. She didn’t bother unlocking it, she just wanted to check her reflection and sure enough, Fuyuhiko’s face was staring right back.

She gulped and put it back down before reaching over to him… her (?) and shake him awake.

“Wake up.”

She hissed.

“We have a big and unusual problem.”

[ffuyuhiko]

The Kuzuryuu was hastily awoken, eyes squinting tiredly to try and make out the person before him. Blonde hair, freckles, golden eyes, kinda short, too. No, wait… That was him. 

‘What an odd dream’ He simply thought to himself before laying back down, only to be welcomed to the bed by a wad of long silver hair in his face. Huh..? He closed his eyes once more to try and sleep, only to find out that he couldn’t, due to the odd and nervous feeling in his chest. Now getting slightly aggravated about this lucid dream, he sat up and lightly hit the wall in frustration.

Ow.

His puzzled thoughts only deepened. If he felt pain and couldn’t sleep, that must mean he’s awake. And if that was the case, then who was this impersonator who had broken into their house? And how was he even wearing his pajamas?

❝ Who the fuck- ❞ Before he could even finish his sentence, he merely gasped at the voice that left his mouth. It was undoubtedly a womans. Not only that, a woman that he knew. Peko, to be in fact. This was weird. No, not even weird. It was surreal, unrealistic. A pale hand reached up to his head, combing fingers through long strands of silver hair with a shocked expression. As if subconsciously, his,, er, her? hands then moved to his chest, grabbing before then placing both hands on his hips then knees.

This was an unusual problem, alright.

[hufflepuffxhugo]

My muse hasn't slept for days. Send 🛏 for your muse to drag mine to bed

[ffuyuhiko]

"I can't sleep" Starters

[ contents below are super cute and might get a lil angsty! ]

"C-can you stay for a while?"

"Rub my back please?"

"Don't leave me."

"What do you do when you can't sleep?"

"Why are you still up?!"

"You need to sleep!"

"Do you know what time it is?"

"You should be sleeping..."

"Are you okay?"

"I'll get you a glass of water."

"Sleep with me?"

"Please stay."

"I don't want to sleep alone."

"I'm scared of the dark..."

"I had a nightmare."

[rpstarterss]

Things Said To or About My Dog:

“KEEP YOUR BUTT TO YOURSELF!!”

“Did you just spit out your medicine?!”

“He acts like he’s never been fed in his life.”

“Stop having sex with inanimate objects!”

“He’d hurl himself into a volcano just to eat a French fry.”  

“Stop being an asshole.”

“Don’t look at me like that!”

“Give me some room to breathe, would you?”

“Oh my god. Please tell me you didn’t eat that.”

“My son is so rude.”

“You just do the opposite of everything I say don’t you?”

“Don’t backsass me!”

“It doesn’t need a pulse for [NAME] to get busy with it.”

“Really? You’re gonna do that right now? We have company.”

“I’m telling you, you don’t want to eat this. You won’t like it.”

“Look how cute your butt is!”

“Magikoopa your doopa!”

“Stealing?! Again?!”

“Just because you peed on it doesn’t mean it’s yours.”

“He brings his toys wherever he goes, then forgets and pees on them.”  

“This idiot just ran into the middle of the street and almost got hit!”

“Why are you so out of breath?”

“Sorry, he’s kind of racist.”

“Why are you so antisocial? Can’t you get along with anyone?”

“Believe it or not, sniffing someone’s butt isn’t very polite.”

“It’s not time to play. It’s time to go to bed.”

“Just because you can’t sleep doesn’t mean you should wake me up.”

“Why are you digging?”  

“What’s that in your mouth?”

“Oh, so now you’re ignoring me?”

“Look at that cute face!!”

“Just because it’s your birthday, doesn’t mean you can act like this.”

“Why is he running around like a lunatic?”

“You only eat under the table?”

“Wanna go swimming?”

“Leave him alone!”

[ffuyuhiko]

[[ if ur still waiting on a reply to a thread between us give me a nudge please :”). ]]

[ffuyuhiko]

After finding himself cornered, he mustered up a glare as if it were a defense mechanism, snatching the bag of treats out of her pushy hand before proceeding to point a finger at her, getting quite close to her face. 

  ‍   ‍      ‍     ‍  ‍    ‍  ‍  ‍  ‍      ❝ Don’t get cocky with me. ❞

   ‍     ‍ ‍   ‍  ‍    ‍     ‍ ‍   ‍    ‍     ‍ ‍   ‍  ‍    ‍     ‍ ‍   ‍  ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍    ‍     ‍ ‍   ‍  ‍ ‍ ‍  ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ( shit, he did not mean that. )

He wasn’t sure if it was the eeriness of the island && stress of the twisted killing game that was making him act so on edge, especially towards her, but it only made him mentally slap himself in the face a second time. 

The girl was only trying to help, after all. But whenever she reffered to herself as a tool, it hit some sort of switch in his mind as if he was talking to another stranger on the island. Now if only he could act this way in public && not when it was just the two of them so he didn’t feel like a total asshole.

[chujitsuuna-deactivated20180105]

All the words she had thought of in her defence was quickly lost somewhere in her throat, a weak, strained sound taking it’s place. He was right, she was letting herself get out of hand. Very disrespectful. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. For some reason, she felt out of breath, as if someone was squeezing her heart and refusing to let go. It hurt, it was painful, she didn’t understand why. 

She thought to bow to him, but she held back, she knew it would only enrage him more. She had heard the sound of footsteps then, something loud and completely honest of it’s presence, squeaking against the floor as it ventured around, from the sound and nature, she assumed it to be that of Kazuichi, but she couldn’t be sure. 

“My deepest apologies.” It was a whisper, she couldn’t be sure if it had reached him. Although it would be reasonable to assume whoever else was in the area had not heard anything, she still thought it best to be careful. For Fuyuhiko’s young master’s sake. 

“You are being completely unreasonable.” Her voice was still rather low, and lacking emotion, but it was loud enough to be heard by whoever was lurking the store. “We may be only STRANGERS, but things will not end well for you if this is how you choose to treat your peers.” She makes sure to emphasis the word ‘stranger,’ not only for the unwelcome guest, but for young master himself, to be sure he was completely aware of her intentions. 

[ffuyuhiko]

Being wrapped up in his self scolding, he barely took notice to the footsteps and quiet apology from his bodygaurd. It wasn’t until she began scolding him that he was sucker-punched back into reality. The boy’s breath hitched in shock at suddenly and rebelliously being told off by someone he had unfortunately only ever known as obedient. Kuzuryuu stared at her in morbid shock before catching on to the sound of footsteps in the store. 

‍     ‍ ‍   ‍  ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍     ‍ ‍   ‍  ‍ Oh, he got it now. 

He wasn’t quite sure how to play along, but he had to say something. 

He pondered for a moment on what their now fake argument should be about, since having unwanted assistance to reach a bag of cookies he was too short to grab wasn’t a scenario he’d ever want to talk aloud about. Instead, he carried on with senseless bantering.

A quiet voice whispered a quick “No, I’m the one who should be apologizin’.”, not daring to make eye contact with her before continuing. 

❝ Haah?! And what makes you think you have the right to question me, bitch?! ❞ Even his tone towards her made him want to apologize for an hour straight and slap himself in the face

. ‍     ‍ ‍   ‍  ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍     ‍ ‍   ‍  ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ (  Not to mention, yikes, that phrasing may have it a little too close to home.  )

‍     ‍ ❝ ‍I’ll treat my ‘peers’ however the hell I feel is goddamn fittin for em! ❞ 

[ffuyuhiko]

[[ ok so guess who’s back and surprisingly not dead ]]

[hopeinreserve-blog1]

"Blush" ( im here for the gay shit )

Send “Blush” for your muse to walk on my muse undressing.        

Changing into a swimsuit was pivotal for living at a beach with nothing to do but finding Hope Fragments. You had to do something to keep yourself going, after all. Hearing someone open the door, Hajime turned, noticing Fuyuhiko.

“Morning, Kuzuryuu,” the half-naked boy raised a hand to wave at the yakuza, “You’re up early.”

He didn’t seem all that phased at all.

[ffuyuhiko]

He realized it was his own fault for barging into his cabin with only waiting a few seconds for a response from knocking, if that. Though, with being on edge from knowing the true purpose of why they were put on this island, his patience was worn down to a thread. 

The natural blush on his cheeks seemed to spread throughout the rest of his face like an overcast as golden eyes took in the sight of the half-naked brunette in front of him. He clearly wasn’t expecting this.

❝ Unfortunately. ❞  He spat  ❝ Why the fuck are you going to swim at the beach so early in the morning? And moreover, do you not know how to answer when someone knocks at the door? ❞