Origami Cyclone

Yellow Rose ; 6 Petals ; Partner to Izaya Orihara

[otakucyclone-blog]

"Origami Cyclone-kun! Please forgive me in advance for this!" With that said, Keith leaned down and gave Ivan a light kiss on the cheek -- he only needed to do so on the lips if he preferred to do so, after all. And he'd rather not -- that'd be rather flustering, even if it was only a dare. "Thank you, and thank you again for being here. My gratitude for you is sky high!" Well, it's not like he was lying either of course!

----!!!!!

"S-SKY HIGH-SAN.... I... I.... TH-THAT'S A LITTLE TOO MUCH!" What is going on here, why is all of this happening to Ivan!?!?!? And.. Ketih was grateful for just him being here? This was so weird to him, what.. what.... what should he do?

"U-uhhh, Thank you too... Sky High-san..........."

[otakucyclone-blog]

blue rose

✿ Blue Rose - Is there anything that you hold dear to you?

I suppose my friends... are something I really care about and everything.

[otakucyclone-blog]

if you're really an otaku then what are your favorite anime what anime are you looking forward to this coming season

My favorite anime is..........

That's like picking a favorite child, I love all sorts of Japanese animations and stuff like that. It's not even just animation, I'm interested in... the culture just as well...

But as for upcoming anime I'm excited for the dangan ronpa anime 

[otakucyclone-blog]

Green Rose

✿ Green Rose - Was there ever a time you felt weak and couldn’t do anything to help motivate another? If so, what?

All.. the time, actually.... But!! But, there was at least that one time... When Edward was in trouble and I did do my best to help him.

But other than that...................

[nowekanot]

✿ Headcanons - Send a word and the mun will write our a response of how it relates to their character.

✿ Truth or Dare - We all know how this one works, don’t just overrun it with dares! There’s a truth part to it y’know!

✿ Ask My Character/Mun - Ask the character anything, they are even allowed to break the fourth wall. Even send questions to the mun, this can help to know them better!

✿ Drabbles -Give the muse a prompt and they may write a short drabble on it.

✿ Red Rose - Was there ever a day you saved someone’s life or your own?

✿ Blue Rose - Is there anything that you hold dear to you?

✿ Yellow Rose - Has there been anyone that you found yourself to always be happy and or content to be around? If so, who?

✿ Green Rose - Was there ever a time you felt weak and couldn’t do anything to help motivate another? If so, what?

✿ Orange Rose - What was something that you did that was deceitful?

✿ Purple Rose - When was the time that you only thought about yourself and no one else?

✿ Monochrome Rose - Had anyone important ever left you in your life, if so who and under what circumstances?

[skyhighimsohigh-blog]

the sky is bootiful today [closed/ivan]

Surprisingly enough, for as long as he ha been wandering the relatively desolated gallery halls, Keith hadn’t thought about what could be going on in Sternbild right now. Once he did though, he couldn’t help but worry for the citizens’ well-being and how his fellow superheroes may have been faring. They were surely doing alright without him—they were all capable heroes after all. He just found it a real shame he couldn’t participate in keeping the city’s peace like usual. And oh, his boss would probably be at his throat once he got of out here for disappearing just like that. He really hoped he could actually—the place yielded no sign of an exit as of yet, and he’s been looking for what felt like hours already.

Keith really couldn’t get the thought of everyone back at Sternbild out of his head though. Wild Tiger and Barnaby, Blue Rose, Dragon Kid, Origami Cyclone, Fire Emblem and Rock Bison. He silently wondered if any of them were somewhere in this gallery, too, seeing as he saw no reason for him to be the only one here…oh, and John!! Goodness gracious poor John, he must be feeling lonely and hungry back at home! Keith felt terrible; he couldn’t just leave his precious dog behind like this, what kind of owner would that make him? This made him want to find a way out even more. With a new found energy, Keith began running down the hallway. Running was faster than walking, after all, and he didn’t get tired easily. Maybe he’ll find an exit faster this way.

As he ran along, he noticed someone far ahead. He couldn’t exactly tell who it was until he got closer—soon enough, Keith made out a shock of platinum blond hair and a very familiar Japanese oriented design at the back of a lilac jacket. He couldn’t be mistaken; the closer he got the surer he was that it was none other than Origami Cyclone standing there!! In a sudden rush of excitement, Keith picked up on his pace to catch up to the younger male. A shout of the other’s name had formed in Keith’s mouth, but hitched at the back of his throat as he felt himself tripping on his own foot carelessly, and all he managed to let out in the end was a surprised noise.

“Whoa—!”

Keith instinctively reached his arm out to grab onto any sort of support, although he knew there was none and that he should be expecting to fall on the ground embarrassingly in front of Origami. He didn’t, though, because he managed to grab onto something in the nick of time. Whatever that something was, it felt a bit plushy and soft to the touch. What could it be…? Keith looked up and was

instantly

met with a faceful of Russian booty

in his hand. 

[otakucyclone-blog]

Ivan had been alone for his entire adventure throughout the gallery, and it was an absolute wonder how he was able to stay alive for so long. Not only was he barely incapable of fighting off the creatures that lurk in certain areas of the museum, but he was also burdened with these... Starfish. He doesn't know how these starfish are supposed to be useful, but it could be said that he's grown quite attached to these lovable, aquatic animals.

During the duration of his stay, he hasn't worn his hero helmet at all as he used it to carry the starfish. Even now, he was walking around, trying to advance further, holding the helmet. He tried his best to not let the creepy things happening around him get to him, he had to stay strong! But, even then, he was still shocked about how he was being called out to by a strangely familiar voice. He jumped at the shouting and forced himself to stop, not yet turning to face the person but rather waiting for him to catch up.

Well, he waited and...

What he got was a hand on his butt and an awkwardly smiling American behind him.

"Sky High-san, I--" Ivan buried his face into his hands, too embarrassed to actually do anything about the older hero that had found his way to his butt. "Sky High-san, please don't smile at a time like this!" He blurted out, not realizing that the expression on Keith's face was more of nervousness than anything else. Even if he did misunderstand, it was still embarrassing to say the least! When does this ever happen?! 

This is another thing that could be easily added to Ivan's list of 'shit that he can't believe actually happened to him'. Why must so much happen to him? Did he do something wrong in life and so now he's being punished for it?! Maybe it was because he became a hero instead of Edward (even though he got over it so long ago), and now he's being really beat down for it.

"Um, please let go now."

[otakucyclone-blog]

What a nice breeze [closed | Ishimaru]

Ivan can never get used to this new setting. No matter how hard he tried, everything just seemed to spook him in one way or another. Things were chasing him, jumping out at him, and even the rooms in which nothing happened had him on his toes until the end. It truly was a hard knock life for the boy.

Even just now, he lost practically all of his energy running away from a scary mannequin in the other room, but luckily, he was able to lock the creature inside. He was sweaty and tired, not to mention incredibly upset at the crap he's gone through in the past few days (weeks? months?) he's been here. Falling on people, possibly giving others concussions, spilling drinks on them, running, crying, feeling sorry for himself, losing his starfish... It was too much for the poor boy to handle.

With his back on the door, locking the mannequin in the other room, he sighed and wiped his forehead. Ivan sat still, resting with his helmet full of starfish beside him as the only thing he could hear were his own breaths and quiet, terrifying groans from the other room. It's a shame the peace and semi-quiet didn't last long before something started to pound on the door, making disgusting noises from the other side.

The blond shot straight up, messily grabbing ahold of his helmet and immediately ran away from the door as he screamed bloody murder. It's amazing how his legs didn't seem to give away until he barely cleared 2/3 of the room, causing him to trip and fall while also dropping his hero helmet (again). Ivan instinctively reached out in front of him, but his hands had caught something along the way and he heard a ripping sound soon after.

As he landed face first onto the ground, his fingered curled against the material he now held. Strange... he doesn't remember having anything like this, and parts of the edges were jagged.......

The male slowly looked up, fearing what he would see next. Did he rip some canvas? The wallpaper? No, that didn't really feel like either of these things. When he was able to peer up, boy was he in for a surprise.

It was...

Another boy's...

Booty...

And what he held in his hands was.

The ripped back.

Of his pants.

[otakucyclone-blog]

crying lonely otaku tears [open/Grantaire]

[drunkenlypylades]

Though Grantaire had only been in two different areas so far, he was sure that he had already found his favorite piece in this whole exhibit. It was titled ‘Drinking in the Night’ and it was in a wine glass—the wider ones typically used with red wine—containing a deep blue liquid and what somehow appeared to be clouds and the moon. He took to the night sky in modest sips. Despite how he was usually careless in his liquor and drank to forget life along with all of its complete absurdities, it was difficult to treat this glass in the same fashion. Even if he was mildly unimpressed by most of the pieces in Guertena’s gallery, he had to admit that he was rather fond of this one; the best part of it was that after a while, the glass would refill itself.

So consumed in nursing his drink, the skeptic failed to notice the sound of rapidly approaching footsteps until it was too late and someone crashed into him. The impact caused him to lurch forward, and although he was able to stay on his feet, about a third of the glass spilled on to the floor and the front of his waistcoat. The hiss of a curse got caught in his teeth when he heard the negative mutterings pour out of the person who ran into him.

He clicked his tongue once the apology registered in his head and he refrained from rolling his eyes at the rest of it. Just because he was a proper cynic didn’t mean that he took well to seeing people down and out. It might’ve seemed pointless and naive to him, but Grantaire still preferred to see hope and good cheer spring up within others. 

“Here, boy.” Placing a hand on the blonde’s shoulder, Grantaire offered him the glass. ”Don’t apologize. Just drink this and tell me what ails your sorryheart.”

[otakucyclone-blog]

Ivan was fully expecting some sort of punishment for his actions, which is why he flinched once the slightly older gentleman put a hand on his shoulder. However, he wasn't really expecting the same man to offer him a wineglass with questionable and oddly colored fluid inside. He wasn't being expected to drink this, was he? The hero wasn't even of age yet, but it sure was rude to turn down a drink. He looked up at the other, attempting to remain calm as he tried to turn the offer down.

"No thank you.. Sir.. I don't drink." He managed to spit out, rejecting the glass and immediately looking down again. His glance was then moved to the stains on his waistcoat. Realizing that he was the one to cause that, Ivan reverted back to his old despair-filled expression and made a strange noise coming from the back of his throat. "Uh--uuuhhhhhhh..." He groaned, "Mister, your... clothes are dirty......" The blond blatantly stated, raising a shaky finger to point at the wine that landed on his clothes.

His grip on the hero helmet he carried tightened as he continued to stare at the stain he had caused. Ivan felt sorry for himself, he really did, but he soon eyed the wine glass that the other was holding, wondering if drinking really does help you forget all your sorrows. No, no, he couldn't possibly drink any of that! Besides, he did spill some of it on the guy, wouldn't it be rude to have even the slightest sip?

"I, uh, will help you clean that up for you. I'm sorry, I really am. Are you hurt too? I'm sorry, I ran into you, I spilled your drink and now I'm probably wasting your time. S-sorry."

[otakucyclone-blog]

gives you starfish back. i dare you to give yourself startitties

You can keep them.

[otakucyclone-blog]

takes your starfish(es) and runs away

AT LEAST FEED THEM YOU ASSHOLE

[otakucyclone-blog]

blue rose

"Blue rose? Haha, that reminds me of someone I know.."

"Ah-- Either way, my biggest dream throughout my entire life would be... To become the best darn hero I can. I really do want to help people, but my powers are so useless and I'm so weak... But, with the help of my friends, I think I might be able to sort of do it."

[otakucyclone-blog]

name your starfish narustar

No thank you, I think I have an idea on what I wanna name them

[otakucyclone-blog]

So what do you feed the starfish?

I'M SUPPOSED TO FEED THEM?!?!?!

[otakucyclone-blog]

what have you named your starfish

I'm supposed to name them?

[memoryscrannies-blog]

✿ Headcanons - Send a word and the mun will write our a response of how it relates to their character.

✿ Truth or Dare - We all know how this one works, don’t just overrun it with dares! There’s a truth part to it y’know!

✿ Ask My Character/Mun - Ask the character anything, they are even allowed to break the fourth wall. Even send questions to the mun, this can help to know them better!

✿ Drabbles -Give the muse a prompt and they may write a short drabble on it.

✿ Red Rose - When was a time you had to show a great bit of bravery and courage to get something done?

✿ Blue Rose - What has been your biggest dream throughout your entire life?

✿ Yellow Rose - Name the closest friend you have ever had, or just a good friend of yours in general.

✿ Green Rose - Was there ever a time you had to lift someone’s spirits for any reason at all?

✿ Orange Rose - What is the thing you most desire in your life?

✿ Purple Rose - Name a time you felt like you were at your very best, and no one could convince you otherwise?

✿ Monochrome Rose - Name a time in your life were you had no faith in anyone or anything, like everything was at its absolute worse and couldn’t get any better.

[otakucyclone-blog]

crying lonely otaku tears [open/Ib]

[memoryscrannies-blog]

The child had never met anyone that apologized so much. Truthfully, she didn’t mind what had happened, so it was all really unnecessary to begin with, but she didn’t think the person had realized that. She felt a little bad for the stranger, since most of his sentences were comprised of apologizes as of now. She really would have liked for him to have some differences in his word choice.  

With a small thank you, the girl takes the outstretched hand, using it to pull herself back on her feet. The sudden movement makes her dizzy, but she blinks her eyes until they’re focused once more. “My head hurts, but just a little. I’ll be fine.” She doesn’t think much of the head pain since it was to be expected having fallen on the tile floor like that. 

Truth be told, Ib didn’t feel right about letting the other go off by himself. Who knew how well he could fair the mannequins or any other scary things this place had to offer. She isn’t quite sure if she should say; not wanting to make the other feel any more badly than what he already might have felt. He seemed like the really sensitive type, at least that’s what she believed the proper word to be. 

At the request that is soon offered afterwards, the child blinks and slowly nods her head. It’s a simple enough request, plus this way she could make sure he didn’t accidently hurt himself again. “It’s okay, I don’t mind.” With that, the younger reaches and grabs the boy by the hand, and proceeds to pull him further down the hallway. This way, there was a less likely chance of him getting lost and doing something dangerous. 

“Why do you have starfish?” she can’t help but ask as her eyes look down at the floor. Starfish were wet right, so maybe they slide somewhere further down the hallway. 

[otakucyclone-blog]

All Ivan did was nod his head when she confirmed her slightly injured head. He knew he shouldn't worry so much about it, since it'll be fine and all, but still.. He still felt responsible. If only he could do something to make it up to her, but there really wasn't anything he could do. Maybe give her one of his starfish?

No, he needed those. He'll have to find another way, later.

Ivan was glad for her kindness. He felt much better with company anyway, this could also be a good chance to make it up to her. Yes! He's decided to help her out in anyway if she needs it. It wouldn't be all that hard, right?

"Thank you, I will remember your generosity." He replies, quietly. Soon, his hand was seized by the girl and had been pulled along with her. He felt bashful, holding hands with a little girl as if he was the child; following her like a lost boy; and even almost tripping and falling (again). But for both of their sakes, he'd comply without a second thought.

He also searched across the ground for his lost friends. Ivan concentrated as much as he could, so much that he almost didn't hear the question being directed his way. In fact, he didn't really expect her to say much on the matter unless she found his starfish. So, he was quite surprised when she spoke.

"Ah, wait. Um... To be honest, I'm not really sure why I have them. I think they're for safety or company... I don't know, sorry. But I feel obligated to keep them around.." He sighed and let the silence sink in for a little before he spoke up again, "Oh! I didn't tell you my name did I? I'm Ivan Karelin, it's nice to meet you." Ivan said with a slight bow.

[otakucyclone-blog]

crying lonely otaku tears [open/Leon]

[goateekun-blog]

Leon was running at a frantic pace through the anonymous hallways of the Gallery, occasionally glancing back to see if his tail was still right behind him. Man what the hell were those?! As each hour, no even minute, passed, Leon continued to become accustomed to the wide arrange of oddities that existed within the walls of the Gallery. Some he laughed off and moved past, others he had fought and defeated - but man, there was no way he was sticking around to fight something THAT big.

C’mon, Leon. Push through! Don’t stop running now!!

Head down, Leon continued his full sprint. He kept going and going until he found himself bouncing off something at full force. Losing all co-ordination, Leon swung his bat around violently as he reeled back before finally falling flat on the floor. As he rose up a snivelling boy stood before him:

“HEY, MORON! Why the fuck did ‘ya get in my way like that? Watch where you’re going!”

Leon wasn’t entirely blame free, but his brash attitude made him avoid any accountability for the accident as he attempted to pass it off onto the stranger. The kid seemed prepared to take the fall for it anyways, so why take it away from him? As Leon continued to scream abuse at the stranger he heard, albeit faintly, the sound of thumping.

The same he had been running from earlier. 

Grabbing the boy’s arm, Leon dragged him along as he began to break into a sprint again…

“Hey, idiot! Cry about knocking over a hotshot like me later. If you wanna survive, you better start running!”

[otakucyclone-blog]

Ivan flinched at the harsh and crude tone of the strange red-head and tears began to fall as he began shaking. He really wasn't expecting anyone to be that rude, but it's understandable. Ivan was quite ready to take the blame, especially since to his knowledge, it was all his fault rather than both of theirs. He took a deep breath, but his voice still shook as he tried to speak to the other.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry.. I should've been watching where I was going." He whimpered in reply. 

The boy didn't notice any sort of noise, except for the sound of his own crying, so he was shocked to find himself being pulled along by the stranger. Ivan wiped his tears with his free arm and blinked in confusion, trying to keep up with the other.

"W-wait please! What's going on? W-w-where are we going?" Ivan shouted out, unsure of what to do. He had no idea why he had to run away, what's this about surviving? Was there something chasing them? "Please, slow down an--" The hero's voice was caught in his throat as he felt uneasy.

"A-Ah.. Mister, mister, please wait! M-my belongings, they're still back there!! Can we go back? Please!" He pleaded. Ivan couldn't believe it, allowing himself to be dragged along and leaving his possessions behind. He needed his helmet to feel safe, and those starfish, he wasn't going to use them as weapons but he wanted to keep them around for company. Yes, he's already deemed these aquatic animals his friends.