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Due to organizational and personal reasons, I’ve moved the blog! If you have any rps with me that you would like to reply to, feel free to reply to them if you’d like. I’ll reply through the new blog.
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Due to organizational and personal reasons, I’ve moved the blog! If you have any rps with me that you would like to reply to, feel free to reply to them if you’d like. I’ll reply through the new blog.
Thanks for your cooperation!
Due to organizational and personal reasons, I've moved the blog! If you have any rps with me that you would like to reply to, feel free to reply to them if you'd like. I'll reply through the new blog.
Thanks for your cooperation!
Due to organizational and personal reasons, I’ve moved the blog! If you have any rps with me that you would like to reply to, feel free to reply to them if you’d like. I’ll reply through the new blog.
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Due to organizational and personal reasons, I've moved the blog! If you have any rps with me that you would like to reply to, feel free to reply to them if you'd like. I'll reply through the new blog.
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me: の
& (heheheh this is my ultimate scheme)
2p-japan
Kuro and Kiku have been affectionate before, but this was a different kind he did not appreciate, no matter how close they were. He felt his palms sweating as he shoved the other away.
It was almost painful to tell his brother, “Don’t touch me,” but he snapped it nonetheless.
[He hadn’t even realized what he was doing. They had simply been relaxing on the couch in a comfortable, lazy silence. Yet Kuro had been feeling a strange sense of uneasiness that he couldn’t shake off. He felt anxious and worried for seemingly no reason. Perhaps it is for this reason that he began thinking about his past. THEIR past. The history of Japan is a long and complicated one; one that Kuro has had incredible difficulty putting behind him. Then, as Kuro laid eyes on Kiku, he saw the large, noticeable scar on his leg. He could remember when it was still fresh and bleeding. He had absentmindedly reached out and gently placed his forefingers on the scar, forgetting in that moment that Kiku still had boundaries that even he was not allowed to cross.]
[The shove had startled him, though Kiku’s warning tone halted him in his tracks]
Ah…! Oh, I… I’m so sorry Kiku I just. I got a little too caught up in my thoughts… really, I-I won’t do it again, I promise!
[He felt utterly ashamed of himself for ruining this quiet and relaxing evening for Kiku by bringing up painful memories of the past. He brought his head down to look at the floor in front of him; partly because of his shame, and the fact he did not feel comfortable seeing anger in Kiku’s eyes. It just hurt him too much.]
He could tell Kuro was being honest, but this was one of those rare times when he really got angry. Kiku wanted to punch him in the face, shake him, ask him why he would torture him like that, that scar is a sacred place only he could touch…
"Don’t do it again." Instead he held back as always, speaking in almost a whisper. Kiku stood up and began to walk toward his room, trying to distract himself from the memories playing in his mind. Sometimes he literally got lost in them. Obviously, that wasn’t good, so before he got very far, he whistled for Pochi. His loyal dog quickly rushed to his side as he continued, completely ignoring his brother.
Oh- Kiku! [He had not expected his brother to become THAT angry, though he should have considering how he touched his scar like that. What a stupid mistake that was. He knew that following after would only result in more heated conflict. It was best to allow Kiku some time to calm down and think things over.]
[He sits down on the couch and buries his head in his hands. He hasn’t been sleeping well lately. Lots of nightmares. Maybe that’s why he was feeling so nervous today. Stupid nightmares; oh how Kuro wished he could just will them away. Sadly, they always returned eventually, due to the fact he is seemingly forever mulling over events that happened many years ago.]
Damn… I can’t believe I did that to him… why do I always have to fuck things up!? [Frustrated, he balled his hands into fists in his hair, inadvertently pulling a good few strands out in the process. But he didn’t mind. The pain was (an albeit small) distraction from the inner turmoil he was facing at the moment.]
Kiku sat on the floor in his room and tried to keep his breathing slow. It was so hard when his heart wouldn't stop beating so quickly and he could practically hear his friend calling for help, help that he-
"Ah!" Pochi was such a well trained dog, to notice Kiku's heightened nerves and even bite him right before he lost himself to the memories. He ran a hand through the dog's hair. "Sorry, Pochi-kun."
And it was quiet again. Kiku knew he wasn't going to last long like this, even with Pochi by his side. He tried to take a breath in, but it was interrupted by a loud sob. Damn it.
& (heheheh this is my ultimate scheme)
2p-japan
Kuro and Kiku have been affectionate before, but this was a different kind he did not appreciate, no matter how close they were. He felt his palms sweating as he shoved the other away.
It was almost painful to tell his brother, “Don’t touch me,” but he snapped it nonetheless.
[He hadn’t even realized what he was doing. They had simply been relaxing on the couch in a comfortable, lazy silence. Yet Kuro had been feeling a strange sense of uneasiness that he couldn’t shake off. He felt anxious and worried for seemingly no reason. Perhaps it is for this reason that he began thinking about his past. THEIR past. The history of Japan is a long and complicated one; one that Kuro has had incredible difficulty putting behind him. Then, as Kuro laid eyes on Kiku, he saw the large, noticeable scar on his leg. He could remember when it was still fresh and bleeding. He had absentmindedly reached out and gently placed his forefingers on the scar, forgetting in that moment that Kiku still had boundaries that even he was not allowed to cross.]
[The shove had startled him, though Kiku’s warning tone halted him in his tracks]
Ah…! Oh, I… I’m so sorry Kiku I just. I got a little too caught up in my thoughts… really, I-I won’t do it again, I promise!
[He felt utterly ashamed of himself for ruining this quiet and relaxing evening for Kiku by bringing up painful memories of the past. He brought his head down to look at the floor in front of him; partly because of his shame, and the fact he did not feel comfortable seeing anger in Kiku’s eyes. It just hurt him too much.]
He could tell Kuro was being honest, but this was one of those rare times when he really got angry. Kiku wanted to punch him in the face, shake him, ask him why he would torture him like that, that scar is a sacred place only he could touch…
"Don't do it again." Instead he held back as always, speaking in almost a whisper. Kiku stood up and began to walk toward his room, trying to distract himself from the memories playing in his mind. Sometimes he literally got lost in them. Obviously, that wasn't good, so before he got very far, he whistled for Pochi. His loyal dog quickly rushed to his side as he continued, completely ignoring his brother.
Hetalia Headcanon Prompts
(Remember that if you use these to be respectful on the subjects where it is necessary!)
Origins: Where did your character first come from? What was their first name, human and ‘official’? Where were they located specifically?
War: What was the first war your character experienced?
Battle: During a war of your choosing, how did your character participate? What were their thoughts? How was their experience similar or different from others who played a part in this war? How did this affect them overall?
Politics: Who is your character’s favourite person from their nation? Why? How has this person influenced your character?
Holiday: What is your character’s favourite holiday celebrated in their country? Why? How do they celebrate?
Mirror, Mirror: How does your character’s appearance affect them in their current life? How does their appearance reflect their country? In what ways does it not reflect their country?
Reverse: If your character could change one thing their country has done in the past, what would it be? Would it be how they treated a certain group of people, religion, something with politics? Why or why not?
Eureka!: What’s an invention/idea originating from someone from your character’s country that your character is proud of?
Tra La La: What is your character’s favourite song from their country? Why?
Chow Time: A favourite dish from your character’s country, if they cook it, or how they prefer it made.
Recurring: A fear of your character’s… that has come true. How do they deal with it? How does it affect them?
Art: Is your character serious about art? What kind of art do they create? Photography, comics, paintings(what kind? water, oil; landscape, portraits?), lettering, metal work, etching, etc.? Are they merely an art appreciator?
Prayers: Does your character believe in a higher being? To what extent? Have they ever doubter their faith? Does your character urge others to share the same religion? Has your character ever believed in a higher being, if they don’t now? What made them lose faith?
Handy Dandy: What do your character’s hands look like? Scarred, wrinkled, smooth? Dirty, manicured?
Up Up and Away!: How does your character to prefer to travel? What was the first mode of transportation they ever used? Are they scared of any kinds of transportation?
Home Sweet Home: Has your character’s home always been where it is? Did they buy their house, or build it? Do they live alone or with others? Have they always lived alone or with others? Why?
& (heheheh this is my ultimate scheme)
2p-japan
Kuro and Kiku have been affectionate before, but this was a different kind he did not appreciate, no matter how close they were. He felt his palms sweating as he shoved the other away.
It was almost painful to tell his brother, "Don't touch me," but he snapped it nonetheless.
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What day is it.
….
Wednesday.
Maybe.
What is Wednesday, to us? Does time even matter?
[GOES DOWN AND THROWS HIM UP THE BED STAY THERE]
[GROANS AND FALLS ON THE BED]
[ aGGRESSIVELY CUDDLES HIM ]
What day is it.
….
Wednesday.
Maybe.
What is Wednesday, to us? Does time even matter?
[groan]
You’re sleep go to sick.
You make no sense, スリープ状態に入る.
….
[Loud sound of no] [Okotowari shimasu]
[ stuMBLES OVEr to and pushES IN THE DIREction of the bedroom ]
[LOUD UNHAPPY INHUMAN NOISES as HE WAS PUSHED]
[ sHOVES HIM ONTO the beD ] [ falls on the ground tbh ]
What day is it.
….
Wednesday.
Maybe.
What is Wednesday, to us? Does time even matter?
[groan]
You’re sleep go to sick.
You make no sense, スリープ状態に入る.
….
[Loud sound of no] [Okotowari shimasu]
[ stuMBLES OVEr to and pushES IN THE DIREction of the bedroom ]