I chose Litten as my starter

//English & Spanish Kozume Kenma RP-Blog. Please read the rules and about. Message me if you have any doubts or want to talk/RP!//

[kittensorgtfo-blog1]

A train to somewhere out in space | closed

[rapsinkorean-blog]

Kuroo sucked up his tears trying to get the words out he wanted to say. He wanted to tell Kenma not to come to him and to stay away. He felt like he would be a burden to even ask Kenma to come where he was, it was a two hour bus ride away from where he lived, it would feel so wrong.

The only words Kuroo was able to say was “Help me..” Inside he knew he needed help to feel okay again after everything that had happened. He felt so stupid saying that though, he couldn’t believe his mouth would ask Kenma to come to him. Was he serious right now? If Kenma actually was going to see him, he didn’t want him to. Kuroo had gained a big scar on his back from what happened, if Kenma saw it he wondered if he would be horrified. As he was thinking of all these random things his hands had sent Kenma the address of his location unknowingly.

[kittensorgtfo-blog1]

Another call from his mother and the small cry for help made him jump a bit, letting his phone fall on the bed in panic. Once he managed to retrieve his phone and see the address, Kenma opened his laptop as fast as he could and looked for bus tickets.

His mother called once again and warned him that she would go to his room to check on him. So he hurried to book the ticket and grabbed a few bills he had been saving up for a new game, his jacket and went downstairs with his phone close to his chest. “I’m going out for a while.” Despite her confusion, the woman didn’t complain. It was weird for Kenma to go out anyways, something must have happened for him to want to go out at that hour.

<<I’m taking the bus. Try to be near the station so I can find you more easily, okay?>>

He texted before paying and almost sprinting to the bus. Luckily, it was still not completely dark, so it had been easy to get a ticket for the same hour.

[kittensorgtfo-blog1]

A train to somewhere out in space | closed

[kittensorgtfo-blog1]

rapsinkorean:

Kuroo made his way to an empty corner to be able to hear Kenma better. He froze when he heard the other ask him what had happened. So many things happened that Kuroo didn’t even know if he was ready to tell Kenma. He felt terrible leaving his one and only person in his heart alone for this long, but he couldn’t bring himself to open up to anyone at all yet.

He took a deep breathe of air, pausing for a moment before speaking out “I ran away from home.” he could feel his tough shell fade away as he said that, too many memories were passing through his mind. All the bad memories in that which led him to escape his home and run away. His eyes were tearing up as if he had just cut some fresh onions. He tried to hold in his silent cries, speaking in a shaken voice “I missed you”

“You what..? W-where are you now? Can I go look for you?” Why was he asking that? Since when did he go out at night so suddenly? His mother would freak out!

But he really wanted to see him, to check he was alright, at least physically. He would make sure he was fine emotionally and mentally after he saw him. “Kuro, please let me see you... I-I missed you a lot, too. I want to see you again, please” he murmured. His mother called again, and Kenma tensed up, holding his phone tighter.

[kittensorgtfo-blog1]

A train to somewhere out in space | closed

[kittensorgtfo-blog1]

rapsinkorean:

Kuroo was shocked as he heard Kenma talk so much. He didn’t have a clue what to say back to him. It had been so long, he was such a jerk to even try to talk to him after all this time. Things have been hard for him, but the only thing he could think of to say at this moment was “It’s a relief to be able to hear your sweet voice again.”

He felt like a small load was off of his shoulders hearing Kenma’s soft voice.

The younger one felt his eyes tearing up, and he covered his nose and mouth to hide his uneasy breath. Why was Kuroo always so cheesy? How come he was so calm when speaking all the time? Kenma was always the one in need, the nervous one that somehow showed clearly he was in panic or anything alike. Kuroo had always been there to calm him down, and suddenly he had been gone.

Gone for so long, after all the promises of “I’ll protect you” or “Everything will be fine”. Nothing had been fine since he moved away. But now, hearing him, doing those stupid comments again as if he had just gone on vacation. Something was off, way too off.

A mix of feelings pooled in his gut, going to his throat, about to burst into a non-stop yelling of “Where have you been”s and “I was so worried about you”s. But he personally didn’t like yelling or even raising his voice. When he answered, he just did it because he got scared, trying to hope he hadn’t gotten the wrong voice between his memories. “What happened..?” he whispered once he had managed to even his breathing and his mind was lighter from all the released thoughts.

[kittensorgtfo-blog1]

A train to somewhere out in space | closed

[kittensorgtfo-blog1]

rapsinkorean:

For the last few months Kuroo had been in a different city. He had gotten into a family argument causing him to want to run away from home. He had switched the college he was going to attend, to a farther one that was close in price. 

It’s been so difficult for Kuroo to wrap his head around his own feelings, so because of that he decided to cut off contact with everyone he knew. He had even canceled his phone plan and obtained a new number.

There was something inside of him that made him want to contact Kenma, Because of the big dork he was on the inside, he had memorized the number. Unknowingly even after all these months he had dialed him. Before he knew it he could hear Kenma’s breathing from the other side of the phone.

“H-hello?? Kenma..?” he said quietly to the other, afraid he would be angry after all this time.

That voice was obviously Kuroo’s. He gasped in a small bit of surprise before whispering:

“Kuro...” the tone made him realize something was off. He immediately raised his voice a little, not because he was angry at his friend, but because he had finally received a contact with him.

“Kuro! W-where have you been? I-I thought you were mad at me! What happened? Are you okay? Is something wrong?” there were so many questions blurting out, but Kenma had to stop his tracks, he had never talked that much.

[kittensorgtfo-blog1]

A train to somewhere out in space | closed

@rapsinkorean

Kuroo was now a complete worry for Kenma. Since they parted ways, the older one going away to university and him staying in school for another year, they had stopped talking completely.

Kenma accepted it the first three months. He knew Kuroo was quick to pick up any paces that got on his way. Studying a career wouldn’t be too much trouble for him either.

The fourth month he started to get worried. He never started the conversations, but this time he did. Many times. But there was never an answer, not even a sign that his friend had even seen the messages. Then the calls, he nevre, absolutely never, called anyone. He just used text messages. No answer either. He tried contacting the older one’s mother, she didn’t know anything.

This was looking bad, really bad. Just a few more tries, he told himself every day. When had he become so needy of Kuroo’s contact? of his words? It wasn’t even because he craved them, he just needed to know he was doing fine. He never thought of himself as something too important for Nekoma’s ex-captain’s life, it didn’t matter if he wanted to cut ties, Kenma just wanted to know he was okay.

His mom called downstairs for dinner, Kenma left his phone on the bed and sighed. He would keep trying after that. But before he could step out from his room, his phone chirped, muffled by the covers it was lying on. He almost jumped on the bed to retrieve his phone. It was an unknown number, but he didn’t have time to notice that, he just swiped the answer button and waited for the voice on the other side of the line to say the first word.

[saikiyuuki]

[kittensorgtfo-blog1]

saikiyuuki:

Something for @nbnekobus @kittensorgtfo

Please do not make use of the art anywhere else except for the blog tagged. It is a gift.

[kittensorgtfo-blog1]

//okay, holy shit I just sent a message and someone screamed. I almost fell off my chair, holy fuck

[kittensorgtfo-blog1]

OOC: I don’t have a good excuse but I’ll be more active from now on! Promise!

But I’ve been kinda overwhelmed with stuff on my classes, yesterday I finished my last exam for them. Now I’ll have more free time during the week, no more classes.

Although I’ll try to start going to a gym and to a small job I could get at my grand-aunt’s book-store, which is pretty busy, so I might be there for a long while each day in case I’m accepted.

I need to keep my mind busy most of the time otherwise I’ll get anxious, that is a fact. And since I don’t want to vague-blog here anymore, I’m just gonna say I’ll be active, but at certain times of the week. So, in case you want to RP with my Kenma, just send me a message or something. I’ll be more than happy to have a try at it.

[kittensorgtfo-blog1]

I’d rather have you pick me up | [Closed AU]

[rapsinkorean-blog]

Kuro was staring intently at the road ahead, he thought for a moment before responding to the other “I just haven’t gotten the best of mind rest as of recent..” He let out a sigh, not wanting to worry the other too much. 

“I was thinking we could go finish doing shopping together.” The back seat was filled with the groceries he had bought earlier already, but he thought that he could maybe make dessert as well together.

[kittensorgtfo-blog1]

“Sleep more, then” he replied. As if it were that easy. Kenma just couldn’t understand why Kuroo would feel tired, since he was always smiling for him to feel comfortable and good.

“You sure that isn’t enough?” he motioned with his head towards the groceries. “It’s a lot already.”

[kittensorgtfo-blog1]

I’d rather have you pick me up | [Closed AU]

[rapsinkorean-blog]

Kuro blinked surprised from the sudden mumble, “I’m.. not angry.” He hasn’t mentioned to Kenma yet about the other things that happened today, and didn’t feel like he should. He always felt like he was a burden if he told anyone about his own problems, he preferred being seen as a stronghold for others. Anyways, to him it was okay to keep it all in, because as long as he had Kenma by his side, he could be strong.

He was silent for a moment, while he began to drive. “Do you want to go somewhere with me before we go home?” 

[kittensorgtfo-blog1]

“Then you’re tired. Kuro, why are you tired?” They had agreed red also meant I’m tired when Kuroo wore it. It was confusing sometimes, but with the right questions, Kenma could always tell which one it was.

The car starting up forced him to sit up and leave his position on the older one. But he didn’t stop looking at him with a mix of worry and curiousity on his eyes. “Where?” he asked not giving away the fact that it worried him more by focusing on the road and the trees passing by Kuroo’s side, so he could peek at his face without making it look so obvious, at least so he thought it was.

[kittensorgtfo-blog1]

I’d rather have you pick me up | [Closed AU]

[kittensorgtfo-blog1]

He stood up, not ever letting go of the other’s jacket and followed, rubbing his eyes, to the elevator. Taking deep breaths as the psychologist had taught him years ago, before he had started living with Kuroo, Kenma attempted to relax his back and so, to stop shaking.

Not wanting to look at the dark haired one, mostly because he was really scared Kuroo would be mad at him for crying after class, Kenma shook his head in a bit of a pout.

“I’m not a woman…” he mumbled and sniffed lightly again. He knew it was really child-like to mumble things without any context after such an event, but still, he didn’t know how else to say it was the reason he collapsed like that.

[rapsinkorean-blog]

Kuro blinked hearing Kenma say that, rather than a person who asked questions, he was one to immediately comfort someone. “I know you’re not.” His hand made it’s way to the top of Kenma’s head; ruffling his hair. 

The elevator opened, Kuro led the other out to his car. “I went grocery shopping today” He said slightly cheerfully

[kittensorgtfo-blog1]

The blond got as quickly as he could on his seat of the car, looking at the back seats to see what Kuroo had brought with him. As if he had already forgotten of the situation from a few minutes ago, Kenma rested his forehead on Kuroo’s shoulder once he was already in the car as well.

“Why are you wearing the angry shirt? Why are you angry and smiling?” he asked in a mumble, referring to the red shirt the older one was wearing and not really knowing if making the question would anger Kuroo more or confuse him more, but he wanted to know. If he was angry, the he probably wouldn’t want to watch the stars that night, like when he had to study and wore the gray, baggy shirts.

[s-xyscraper-deactivated20190127]

WHEN kenma came into the room, he looked up, and smiled. he actually looked quite pale, and not as enthusiastic as he sounded or seemed on the phone in their texts. he’d heard the mutterings of them when kenma had come into the house. he didn’t really know what they said, though, so it didn’t really matter much. maybe he’d ask later if he thought about it.

at kenma’s question, though, he blinked, and scratched his cheek. how did he feel ? he sniffled a little bit, and shrugged while watching him sit down. ❝ you can speak louder.. ❞ he knew that kenma didn’t speak too loud to begin with, but when he spoke softer, he was much quieter than normal. ❝ but..i um.. i guess i feel okay. having new medicine sucks.. ❞ he shrugged his shoulders slightly again, showing his disappointment. ❝ this is the second time they’ve changed my medicine, but this one is supposed to help better. it..oh, i’m sorry..i’ll stop talking about it. you’re here to keep me company, not hear me whine about my condition.. ❞ he chuckled nervously, scratching behind his ear.

he looked down at him, ❝ was it a good ride here ? you didn’t have any trouble finding it, did you ? ❞ he asked. ❝ i’m not good with directions sometimes, i’m sorry. ❞ he got lost a lot, and everyone knew that. he usually followed cats, forgot where he was, and bam, lost. he reached for his glass of water, and sipped it slowly, ❝ there’s tea, and juice.. and water, if you want some. ❞

[kittensorgtfo-blog1]

And there he was, talking in a rush again. Kenma never could get used to that, he needed the time to process each phrase and to be able to give it a proper meaning in his head. He appreciated him stopping the rambling a little after he noted it by himself, but didn’t really say anything. It was Lev’s moment after all, somehow; he had all the right to let it out, to whine, as he said; just like some people allowed Kenma, when he felt comfortable of doing it, to do the same.

He lifted his head a little more to take a better look at his teammate and pay better attention when he asked him. “Wasn’t such a bad thing, I guess. I knocked on three wrong houses, but it’s okay. They all look pretty much the same to me.” he muttered, this time on his usual voice volume.

He did eye the table a bit at the invitation, but refused to move. He was somewhat exhausted from the stress it gave him to apologize for being at the wrong house and being misgendered each time and at Lev’s house. Still, he didn’t want to upset him by telling him that. It’s his moment, he deserves to bawl his eyes out if he needs to, he reminded himself.

[kittensorgtfo-blog1]

OOC .o.

I kmow I have a few replies on m y drafts, but I’m feeling on one of my lowest dissociation points since last night. I did someth ing really stupid and I’ve been feeling really distressed since about a week ago so it hasn’t helped a lot on my mood.

If you could send me some messages that would be awesome and I’ d be forever grateful if you showed some validation to me rn. I’m just feeling really bad and it’s overwhel ming me way too much and I’m scared of wh a t I could do.

[kittensorgtfo-blog1]

people who read my bio & info & headcanons and incorporate more subtle details of my characterization into our threads: sign me the FUCK up 👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀 good shit go౦ԁ sHit👌 thats ✔ some good👌👌shit right👌👌th 👌 ere👌👌👌 right✔there ✔✔if i do ƽaү so my selｆ 💯 i say so 💯 thats what im talking about right there right there (chorus: ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ) mMMMMᎷМ💯 👌👌 👌НO0ОଠＯOOＯOОଠଠOoooᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ👌 👌👌 👌 💯 👌 👀 👀 👀 👌👌Good shit

[officialdotpixis-deactivated201]

don’t ever feel bad for asking me to tag a trigger

i do not care what the trigger is

i will tag it for you

you have legitimate reasons to be triggered by it

and i am not one to question those reasons

so just send me an ask

anonymous if you’re scared

and i will tag it all the time in future

your wellbeing is worth twenty extra seconds of my time at least

[kittensorgtfo-blog1]

oxygenhighs ha respondido a tu publicación:oxygenhighs ha respondido a tu publicación : ✌...

{ woah that looks like a lot of fun tbh and i can get people comparing things that arent the same like i did clogging for a little while too and people would just write it off as tapping which its not theres a lot of different movements and rhythms and hell the shoes are even different }

//if you’re talking about the video, then yes, it was a lot of fun. But it also taught kids how to hypersexualize themselves through that kind of dance at a very young age and it’s kinda cringy to me. Even more now that reaggetón exists

And yes, the shoes we used for example, where short heels with nail-heads on the tip and on the heel to make the clicking noise louder than with the common sole

[kittensorgtfo-blog1]

oxygenhighs

ha respondido a tu

publicación

:

✌ B)

{ duuuuuud e i used to dance too i started at like 5 and only stopped at 14 bc of volleyball taking up all my time but i cant hip hop for sh i t tap dancing was my thing haha }

//There was this girl who always compared the Spanish dances quick-steps (idk how to call them tbh) to tap, and I always got so angry because they’re nothing alike except for the fact that you tap your feet to a certain beat.

Also, when I was 5 I danced too, but mostly national dances and this (this was Brazilian music, but it was the shit here in Chile a while ago)