@inhumanghostlight replied to your photo:- The power to create tools, objects...
he looks really cool and I love that effect on the text?? so rad! All the fan art!!
Thank yoouu! \(*u*/) <3
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@inhumanghostlight replied to your photo:- The power to create tools, objects...
he looks really cool and I love that effect on the text?? so rad! All the fan art!!
Thank yoouu! \(*u*/) <3
The sun had risen to fast, to brightly, straining his eyes and causing lashes to flutter against the harsh rays. Weird. He hadn’t remembered falling asleep on this side of the bed, Konans side that is—he ignores it, perhaps they had switched somehow in the middle of the night. With a subtle yawn he doesn’t bother turning over, instead his gaze settles on the bathroom, certain needs taking over and lulling him from the warmth of their shared bed.
With a begrudging groan he rolls out of bed. His first sign something was wrong should have been the sudden change in his height, a hanged picture that he’d once come eye to eye with now a few inches above where he stood, the second sign being the moment digits ran through much longer strands of hair—still he ignores it. To drowsy to really make sense of anything, half awake, yet knowing he needed to use the restroom—his body drags forward.
It’s not until he’s actually in the restroom does he begin to notice the ‘subtle’ differences. Head turning to catch sight of his reflection, a sheepish smile working it’s way upon his features—“Ha….Noona, what are you….” The sentence trails, head tilting in confusion. The words were his but the voice wasn’t, and why was the reflection of Konan following his every action. In an instant he’s wide awake, a shriek leaving his lips in a rather unmanly way—granted he wasn’t exactly a man at the moment.
Hands pat frantically up and down the body he knew wasn’t his only confirming the horror. There are no words, only a sudden rush of cold chilling along flesh his leaving goosebumps in their wake. In a full out sprint he exits the bathroom, flinging himself on the bed much easier then it’d been if he was ‘normal’, and smacked the chest that had once belong to him in a rather harsh manner.
”Wake up..wake up..wake up!" It’s safe to say he’s lucky he wasn’t in his body at the given time, a panic attack would have surely ensued. "Have we been cursed by a voodoo queen……..” The voice belonging to her shrieks the words he was simply thinking, another smack granted to the chest that had been his, much harder then the last—it seemed to be okay to do so. It was his body after all. “…did we anger the gods….”
A weighted limb, still heavy from sleep is thrown over her head; it was much too early for her to wake naturally, the sun was just rising and bleeding in through the curtains. Luckily, the rays of sunshine hadn't quite reached her.
If it weren't for the shrieking female voice, she'd still be asleep. Something hits her hard in the chest and she wakes suddenly, throwing herself upright so fast she temporarily blacks out.
"A-AH, AHHH, STOP HITTING ME.. --!" The voice that leaves her mouth startles her. It wasn't her voice. Not even close. It was deep and masculine, rumbling in her throat. Eyelids fly open and she stares blankly at.. herself.
"W-what.." The voice belonging to her now was definitely Obito's -- it rings in her ears and she cups her face, head bowing to look over her profile. She quickly throws the covers off herself, and she's horrified at what she sees.
"You! What.. what did you do!" She accuses him immediately, a finger pointed at him. Had they taken drugs together or something and she'd forgotten? Was this a dream? It had to be. She's frozen in place for a moment and when she comes to, she slaps herself -- hard enough to make her flinch.
Nope, she's awake, and this is real. "YOU. You better fix this!" She cries out, panicked. Looking over at the clock, her eyes widen. An hour remained before she'd have to go to work. Just how would that work? This sort of thing only happened in the movies.
@sei-ka
I'm sorry for postponing this reply for so long! ごめんなさい!
Thank you for your always lovely messages! ;_; They make me really happy and motivated - I'm sorry I'm not good, though!
Please keep putting up with me!
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dude! do u kno how weird it is that that aokise!brothers fic u just published is almost exactly the same as what aominecchisdick was talking about today
agh, yes, that's because it happens to be the same fic... I was the anon who said would write the fic for her c: i sent an anon ask because this is a side blog and i don't want to associate it with my main... so yeah WW
@sei-ka
fjmgjkdgf OMG SO THERE'S PEOPLE THAT ACTUALLY READ THEM. I'm happy but I'm so embarrassed, omg! I am, really, really sorry about all the shit in this blog IDEK WHY THE FUCK I POST THEM I JUST-
kdjgmdjk thank you very much, though ;_; you are very sweet, kjfdgjdkg
oh, also, um, yes, I totally forgot about the askbox (@´_`@) 恥ずかしいね... thank you for telling me kjgjkfg
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