#uglyanswer

[shinobilegend]

physical affection is rare from the kazekage . he doesn’t dislike it by any means , he just has no one to really indulge in it with . well , until recently .

lee & gaara have been spending quite some time together now , to the point where seeing lee would send the former jinchuriki’s heart aflutter . their time spent together would sometimes end in soft intimacy — a hug here , a handshake there , even a daring cheek - kiss once .

today , gaara is giving lee an extensive tour of his lush garden , a nice splash of green against the brown hues of the desert .

his hand accidentally brushes against lee’s & he blushes . as he comes to a stop in front of a row of succulents , he turns to look over at his dear friend . he bites his lip briefly , the air around them stiffening with his welling romantic emotions , then he leans over & gives a chaste , but sweet kiss to lee’s lips .

his own are surprisingly soft & delicate , having been constantly protected by his sand armor — along with the rest of his body .

he pulls away , cheeks as red as his hair . he turns to the succulents & lifts one of them , gently rubbing one of the leaves . “ this one is my favorite . ” he mentions , heart pounding in his chest . // @uglyanswer

[sunagakurenosato]

"do you think gaara would want something nice for the holidays?" he asks while they glue cut-out snowflakes to a poster board; the younglings liked to pretend it snowed in the desert around this time of year, "he has never cared much for material items, but i would like to get him something that lets him know i think of him always!" (from lee to karura!)

@uglyanswer

For all the international holidays that were being integrated to some extent into Suna, this was her favorite. Hands down. Gifts for everyone-- wrapped in an endless array of colorful paper and fun designs. Decorations of snow and snowflakes. Cookies in all shapes and sizes-- even a three dimensional cookie house! So there was really only one answer to that question.

“Of course!” Karura vigorously nodded her head, “I feel he would love anything that comes from you--- and not just for the thought of it.” She finished the little snowflake she was cutting up, finally getting the hang of which shapes look nice. 

“But because you know him. And because there will be so much love in the---” she laughed, because really love was the best present, wasn’t it? “Sometimes you can tuck that love into something they can hold and that makes everything extra special.”

[firestcrm]

§ (for lee. i mean. what.)

Send me "§" if you'd ever consider shipping our muses  @uglyanswer

Please come and tell me more about this potential ship, because you have me very curious. I’d love to hear your thoughts and ideas on this. I’d totally be down to explore this and see what comes out of it. c:

[breakthecage]

@uglyanswer said: "do you consider us friends, neji?" perhaps an odd thing to ask this late into their relationship, but lee has always been a peculiar fellow. rivals, they are indeed. but neji was never much for friendships. stark white bandages are preciously wrapped around his left hand, taijutsu expert turning away from his task only to smile brightly at the other, "i have always considered you as such. my best friend! i hope that is alright." 

A formerly placid face swiftly snapped in Lee’s direction, wide eyes and an almost pouty frown forming in clear offense to the question.  “Hpmh.”  He turned away once more, looking down in meditation despite the frown on his face remaining.  He eyed at him from the side, attempting to appear as though his attention was not so focused on his teammate.  “What a ridiculous question.  Of course we are best friends.”    After so many years, how could Lee ask such a thing?  He was hurt. 

[murasakiirohanaarchived]

rock lee all but /bursts/ into her flower shop with the force of a hurricane, and bellows "INO-SAN! DOES THIS BOWTIE GO WELL WITH MY JUMPSUIT?" the bowtie in question is golden with sparkles, and is a clip on. he's slicked back his hair, and is /doused/ in cologne.

    Ino nearly drops the flower pot in her hands at the loud ninja’s entrance. “Geez, Lee, can you try to give more of a warning before you---” The Yamanaka’s sentence abruptly dies off as she takes in his attire, eyes blinking a couple times in an attempt to make some of the sparkles on this incredibly obnoxious bowtie disappear, but to no avail. 

Every sparkle was very much intact. 

    Ino’s attention was quickly taken off of the bowtie as she found her nose accosted by his cologne that somehow overpowered every flower within her shop and her eyes drifted off to his slicked hair. All of these were signs that he was getting ready for something out of his usual routine but--- Ino hadn’t the foggiest idea what it could be.

     “---Well, that really depends, Lee. Are you--- performing in something? Because that bowtie is pretty... eccentric for anything else.”

[panacaeus]

     have i ever told you guys how much i just *clenches fists* fucking love the headcanons that shi and i came up with for raven and tai

[theirnindo]

uglyanswer replied to your post: @breakthecage​ said: “You are the single most...

protective sensei noises

sensei neji’s being mean to me

[hunteravis]

@uglyanswer via little bird

     the bird makes its comfort known rather quickly, not simply allowing clover to touch its feathers but hopping forward a step or two to get a bit closer. this is silly, he thinks. probably the stupidest idea he’s had in ages. but he finds himself stumbling over every other word when he and clover are doing anything that doesn’t involve cards or combat. he’s left with no other choice.

     qrow imagines the look that might appear on clover’s face if he were to start talking, if he told him what exactly he can do thanks to ozpin. ‘of course i remind you’a someone,’ he’d say, flashing a crooked grin. instead, he shakes his head and flaps his wings, electing to land atop clover’s shoulder and nestle a bit closer.

     part of him says he should be embarrassed, but another part of him is more than aware that he’s not quite himself like this, at least to some minor extent. if he were himself, this would be a soft touch, hands brushing against each other, shoulders together. he hums and does his best to turn it into another little chirp in his throat to right his mistake. crows can talk, but not the way he can, after all.

          ‘could i be a sign...’ he muses to himself. ‘you have no idea.’