protector

(prəˈtektər) n. - a person or thing that protects; defender; guardian. 『 wishful crossing 』

[nyankishi]

yikes

[blxzexup-blog]

@nyankishi

Ragnarok had been leaning every which way he could, causing a strain on Crona’s back as they trudged through the snow. Crona’s legs sunk in almost up to their knees so getting through it had been ridiculously difficult.  Crona decided that they hated snow. Ragnarok decided that he loved it. 

“Cronaaaa! Let’s build a snow man! Oh, no, wait–let’s make a whole ton of snow balls and throw them at people! Oooh, I got it! Let’s build a bunch of snow men and throw them at people instead! Heeheee!”  Proceeding to ignore him, Crona only focused on getting inside somewhere. Ragnarok, realizing this, grew irritated and tugged on Crona’s hair.  “Pleeeeaaaase, Crona, you’re so boring! Never do anything fun, never go outside, never talk to anyone…”  “Cut it out, Ragnarok! I’m not in the–”  A massive clump of snow landed on top of Crona’s hair, and a high-pitched giggle could be heard from Ragnarok.  “Oh, I’m sorry, you were going to say you weren’t in the mood? Boo hoo, Crona! Get a–”  This time it had been Ragnarok pelted in snow. Crona picked some up while Ragnarok flailed around, and with some effort, tossed it over their shoulder to hit him in the face. Ragnarok’s eyes seemed to bulge out of his head as he furiously stretched himself away from Crona to prepare another snowball. Crona could only try to pull Ragnarok out of the snow, but nothing doing–the snow ball had already launched, and Crona took their last opportunity to duck. 

Unfortunately, this move would result in the snowball flying off course and hitting a stranger in the back. Crona visibly shrunk as Ragnarok hid behind their head. Too late to run and too late to blame it on someone else. But of course, Ragnarok didn’t see it that way.  “Nope, it wasn’t me! It was Crona, here, boss!”

[nyankishi]

It’s cold, and stuff. Whatever. Madara loves the snow.

As a cat, of course.

Walking around in this place as a human sucks, Madara realises as he feels the cold settle deep into his bones as well as the snow melt into his pants, effectively turning them wet. It’s annoying, and he’s more than ready to just curl up and turn into his maneki neko form, really. Madara is not sure what’s keeping him from doing just that, however.

“Ugh, this is annoying. I should’ve just gone out in my adorable form---”

His angry rambling about how much it sucks to be a human is cut short, though, when he feels something fly towards him, and---oops, too late---a snowball hits him at the back of his head. Madara visibly shivers as he feels the snow slide into his shirt and down his back, and good god, it’s so cold.

Too bad, though, the cold only made his head heat up with annoyance.

“Hey, you stupid---” Madara starts to grit out, turning to glare at his perpetrator, but he pauses, stares at the weird thing behind the stranger, and he says instead, “what the hell is that?”

[nyankishi]

@imsosorey

You know the pros of being a youkai with powerful senses? You get to find everything you want to find. For example, the good smelling dessert(s) four floors above his room. Madara’s hungry, actually. The fridge doesn’t have anything to offer to him, because he’s managed to empty it on his first day. Madara has still yet to know if he has a roommate here, or if they’re angry for inhaling literally everything in the fridge.

So, after changing to his adorable cat form, and climbing his way up, Madara sneaks into the window that leads to the kitchen he’s had his eyes (or nose, actually) on, and lo and behold, newly made desserts are left sitting on one side of the dinner table.

Time to dig in.

[thief-ofheart]

It’s not THAT weird of a tradition, trust him, there are weirder ones.

“Ne, you don’t have to ask twice” pushy, pushy. Akio couldn’t help but laugh though, moving forward with a tiny grin. 

There he goes, pursing his lips cutely and waiting, sorry gonna make you do it.

[nyankishi]

Madara’s lived for centuries, but he still isn’t fully aware with those weird traditions; he got to be careful for the other weirder traditions, then.

He makes a face, obviously irritated at the other’s response. Well, whatever; the other’s willing. Might as well get over it.

Madara’s going to soil this body he borrowed. Very sorry, Natsume. Not.

He leans forward, a hand sliding around the other’s hips to tug him closer, and Madara kisses the other with zero shame. He even flicks his tongue at the stranger’s lips for good measure. Gotta get a good taste of this human while he’s at it. Alright.

“Wow, you taste good,” he says when they finally break the kiss. “Maybe I should eat you tonight.” Unfortunately, he means it literally. That’s a youkai for you.

[huiusmodi]

     “ Wh-Wha–!? “ Was it really that prevalent–!? Harper wasn’t sure if maybe he hadn’t cleaned up well enough, or… if this person was super psychic. Either way, it really freaked him out.

   “ U-Uh, I… I have a d-dog…? Sorry… i-is it really that b-bad…? “ Was that a good enough cover-up? He hoped so. But he was still rather on edge, shuffling back a few steps from the blond. Obviously, someone needed to learn about personal space; and it wasn’t Harper.

[nyankishi]

“Oho?”

A bad liar, also really easy to freak out. Madara knows he’s going to get a kick out of this. 

The grin in the youkai’s face widens a little bit when the other takes a few steps back. In reply, Madara takes a step forward, and the mischievous grin wallows down to an innocent smile.

“Yes, yes, it is. In fact, it’s so bad I think the smell is actually coming from you instead, not that it stuck on you.” Actually, normal humans can’t smell that dog stink. Madara’s sense of smell is just ridiculously superb.

[thief-ofheart]

Where IS all this mistletoe coming from?

“If only I could catch Raph or Anzu under it… Oh well”

Lets just give the stranger a shy smile.

[nyankishi]

“Aw, seriously?”

Humans and their weird traditions. He’ll never get used to this.

“...So what? A smooch? C’mere so we can get this over with.”

[huiusmodi]

@nyankishi·

      The hair stands up on the back of his neck;  a low-key growl resonating from the back of his throat. He knew that scent, he knew it all too well.

   Feline.

      Though… when he realized what he actually just did, Harper can only cover his mouth quickly. “ I-I’m sorry–! I… I don’t know wh-what came over me… “

[nyankishi]

“Muh?”

Madara turns around, cat-like eyes fixed on the stranger behind him. Did the youkai hear that right? He’s in a human form, Natsume’s form, if Madara has to be precise. A little experiment to find out how things go here, although he supposes it won’t really bear fruitful results.

He doesn’t expect someone growling at him, though. It did, however, bring an amused smirk on the youkai’s face.

“Huh? What was that, human?” Madara says, “you’re sorry?” He pauses, blinking, as if noticing something. Then, he unceremoniously steps closer to the stranger, leaning in, and he gives a good whiff. Talk about shameless.

“Yikes,” he says, monotone, as he leans back. “You smell like a dog.” And not human, although he holds that one bit back to see the other’s reaction.

[nyankishi]

alright dudes. it is i, The Aro, who also runs mikkeyboy, also known as mikleo, your favourite seraph boy. how did i end up running a (half a) sweetheart then a full time asshole nya? i have no idea. theyve been both my muses last year, so.

ANYWAY AS USUAL, LIKE FOR A STARTER! AS USUAL, NO CAPS! I LOVE U GUYS

[nyankishi]

YO GUYS

[nyankishi]

alright dudes. it is i, The Aro, who also runs mikkeyboy, also known as mikleo, your favourite seraph boy. how did i end up running a (half a) sweetheart then a full time asshole nya? i have no idea. theyve been both my muses last year, so.

ANYWAY AS USUAL, LIKE FOR A STARTER! AS USUAL, NO CAPS! I LOVE U GUYS

[nyankishi]

Is that an amusement park he sees over there?