Kaldur'ahm

"We will make our own fun, as we have been trained. Maneuver 7! " Indie rp for Aqualad from the Young Justice League TV show.

[jncera]

i have this saved in my computer as “naked kaldur”

[bentfire]

julia imma need you to rename that to nakedkaldurnommingonaweiner.jpg ok

[youngaqualeader]

Could you do a new years one? Maybe with kaldur being introduced to champagne?

{{Sorry I did not get to this before, I can still do this for you though. Just give me a few hours and I’ll have it up for you.

[youngaqualeader]

Mistletoe?

Submitted by Anonymous

        Kaldur had been staring at the door frame in confusion for quite some time now. He understood the practice of decorating for the holidays. The lights and shiny streamers everywhere, the big tree full of ornaments with presents underneath, these he understood. But why hang some leaves and berries over a doorway?

        “Wally, why did you put a bushel of leaves over the doorway? Why not someplace else? It seems...strange.” Kaldur finally asked when he could think of no logical reason for the placement of the leaves.

        “Dude, it’s Mistletoe. You have to put it there so people get stuck under it.” Wally explained with a chuckled.

        “But why? That seems kind of mean for such a ‘jolly’ time of year.” Kaldur turned back to the mistletoe and frowned.

        Wally laughed, “It’s not mean, it’s tradition. When two people get stuck under the mistletoe they have to kiss! It’s just a silly thing we do. You don’t want to do it, you just avoid the door with the mistletoe.”

        “I’m sure it is very silly.” Kaldur smirked and turned towards Wally, “But why put it over my door only?”

[youngaqualeader]

Kaldur needs to be explained what mistletoe is (ship or no it doesn't matter) for the drabble thing please?

{{Sure thing! I’ll have that out for you soon.

[youngaqualeader]

Drabble Call

{{Since it’s the holidays and everything, I thought I’d write some Holiday inspired drabbles until I head out of state this Sunday. So, the first five-ten holiday themes submitted each day until the 25th will be accepted and attempted as best I can. This is open for any and all of my followers and nonfollowers. Remember, it doesn’t necessarily have to contain Kaldur’ahm in the story to be written. Any Young Justice and crossovers are welcome.

[youngaqualeader]

Modeling, How Hard Could it Be? Chpt. 1

Idea from @madeofscxrs

        Kaldur’ahm, the world famous Greek model. It sounded nice, but he would never let the fame get to him like some of the other models he’d met. He’d met so few friends in the modeling world, most weren’t even models, that he had considered returning home to continue his training for the military. He’d stayed though, knowing that this was his true calling.

        It was Dick Grayson, adopted son of the world famous Bruce Wayne and the world’s youngest modeling agent, that had convinced Kaldur’ahm’s manager to start sending him overseas to America for modeling opportunities. The two soon became quick friends, Dick giving Kaldur’ahm the nickname Kaldur so his name was easier to say. His friend Wally soon joined in the fun.

        Wally West, the world’s second leading stunt man. He was known as the Kid Flash as he had broken every speed record except that of his uncle. He brought the energy to the group and always had something for them to do when they all had time off. Which wasn’t very often for Kaldur, not with his busy career.

       Conner, a model with a temper, was someone he modeled with fairly often. Dick was his manager and, after buying Kaldur’s contract, the two were set up as a sort of duo. Conner also had his girlfriend, M’gann, with him at shoots and she was the sweetest thing. Kaldur considered them to be his friends and always invited them out when he and his friends when out. After awhile, the group came to see themselves as a sort of team.

        Then the new model showed up. After only a few days working with the other models, Artemis had somehow wormed her way into the group without really trying too hard. It was she that started the tension between everyone. Well, mostly between her and Wally. She was a mixed race model and Olympic silver medalist, always a few points behind the gold medalist Roy Harper, and the sexual tension between her and Wally was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Those two really made hanging out uncomfortable sometimes.

        It was nice for a while. The six of them hanging out, talking about their work and all the sights they got to see in their travels. It was only when he was with them that Kaldur really felt happy with his decision to stay. But there were times he felt he was missing something. Like his life was incomplete. Then he met him. If only he’d known what he was getting himself into.

[youngaqualeader]

Drabble only

{{Since I’ve been way too flaky with RPing on this account, I’m officially changing it to a drabble only account. That means I will take requests for stories people want written, or short drabbles people want to see. I’m sorry to those that would have wanted to role play with me, or to those who were waiting for me to come back. All of my accounts are being changed to this form.

[youngaqualeader]

Who’s Kaldur?

[youngaqualeader]

@madeofscxrs

Roy was so not in the mood for this bullshit. He rubbed a hand over his face with a loud groan. Of course something like this was going to happen. Because there was no way anything involving Kaldur or that stupid Team would end up like this.

“No, you’re not. You are Kaldur’ahm of Atlantis. And I’m Roy Harper. Whatever the fuck happened to you, we can fix this.” He offered a crooked smile and held a hand out.

George rolled his eyes at this Roy guy. Thinking back on what the man said, he remembered something Susan had said. Amnesia, she had said he had amnesia and didn’t know who he really was.

“Do you have any proof? You could be lying, trying to get me to go with you so you can hurt me. I have no reason to trust you!” He threw his arms to his sides and took a step back.

[mysticrunr-archived]

{{Okay, got some stuff done, not a lo but enough, I have to go now though. Have to get ready for the Halloween party and remove my birthday pin. I will probably be back on later tonight, so feel free to answer any opens or shoot me a starter in my inbox.

[youngaqualeader]

Kaldur pulled his hood further over his head to hide his face better. Today was not a good day for him, and he did not want anyone noticing him. He just wanted to find a way back to the base. But today just wasn’t his day.

Bumping into someone, he mumbled an apology, intent on leaving immediately, until he noticed who it was. “Wh...What are you doing here?”

[malydiawrites-blog]

SEND ME ONE FOR MY MUSE’S REACTION

[spatialelementalworld]

“Are you breaking up with me?” “Are you having nightmares again?” “Anything you want to say?” “Apparently, I need to grow a mustache.” “Balloons? Really?” “Be quiet!” “But what if we get caught?” “Can you not?” “Care to tell me what’s going on?” “Come find me.” “Did you even love me?” “Did you ever stop to think about how I feel?” “Don’t look at me like that.” “Don’t touch me.” “Do you love him/her?” “Do you love me?” “Everyone leaves.” “Eviction notice. It’s an eviction notice.“  “Fine, I’ll go.” “Finally!” “Fight me for it.” “Fuck it.” “Get away from me.” “Gotcha!” “How high are you?” “How did you get here?” “I bought a goat.” “If what we had was real, how could you be fine?” “I get that you wanted to come up with the plan, but your plan is stupid.” “I hate you.” “I’ll bet you a dollar.” “I said that I’m in love with you.” “I think I’m pregnant.” “I’m going to kill you.” “I’m not eating that.” “Is that a chicken?” “It’s not that I think your cooking is bad! It’s just … Not that good.” “Jokes on me, huh?” “Just friends?” “Just let me go.” “Just tell me the truth!“  “Kiss me.” “Kicking someone is not a form of romance.” “Let me explain.” “Listen, it was a completely innocent gesture.” “Maybe you should go.” “Maybe fuck you will be our always.” “May need you to bail me out of jail.” “Miss you.” “No. The answer is no.” “Not drunk enough for this.” “Never, ever doing that again.” “Okay, I know this looks bad…” “Please don’t.” “Please stop talking.” “Personally, I’d rather make out with a cactus.” “Quick, I need you to bring me a bottle of bleach.” “Quiet! Someone’s going to hear.” “Quit being annoying.” “Really, where were you?” “Right. Of course it’s my fault.” “Silly of me to think you actually cared.” “Simple? Brushing my teeth is simple. This? This is not simple.” “So… How’s the weather?” “Tell me you didn’t steal someones dog.” “There’s something wrong with you.” “This definitely isn’t what it looks like.” “Us? There is no us.” “Unable to process the stupidity of what you just said. Sorry.” “Unfortunately, she/he said no.“  “Very cute.” “We can’t do this.” “Was it just a lie?” “Wait, what did you just say?” “Wait! Hold on!“  “Who the hell is passed out in the driveway?” “What the hell?” “Why are you naked?” “Why is there silly string everywhere?” “Why is there a frozen turkey in the bathtub?“  “Without you, I’m lost.” “X-Rays? What the hell did you do and why didn’t you tell me?” “You broke up with me. There’s nothing left between us anymore.” “You’re leaving? But it’s taco night…” “Zebras have nothing to do with this conversation.” “Zelda is more important right now.“ 

[youngaqualeader]

Who’s Kaldur?

[youngaqualeader]

@madeofscxrs

Roy had fucking lost it when the Team informed him that they lost Kaldur. Misplaced, actually, was the word they used. They misplaced Kaldur. That Team was going to give him a fucking anyeurism one of these days. The League - useless assholes that they were - hadn’t been able to find him. Frankly, Roy was starting to wonder if they’d be able to find their asses if they weren’t attached. He found himself in a dinky-ass city in the middle of butt-fuck nowhere on a surprisingly reliable tip.

He wasn’t sure if he should laugh or punch him. Given how punching Atlanteans usually went for him, he went with the former. “George? Come on, you’re kidding.”

The guy gave him this strange feeling, like he was someone he should know, but he just didn’t remember him at all. Did they go to school together? He really wasn’t sure, and he didn’t much like the feelings he was getting.

Did this guy just laugh at him? Who did he think he was!?! “Do I look like I’m kidding? I really have no idea what you’re talking about. I’m George Masterson, not this ‘Kaldur’ person.” George folded his arms over his chest and huffed. He did not like this guy.

[youngaqualeader]

Who’s Kaldur?

@madeofscxrs

He had awoke up in a fountain in the middle of some city who’s name he couldn’t recall. He remembered nothing from before that. His new mother, Susan, had taken him into her family to take care of him. Her husband, Richard, had given him a new name and taken him under his wing. Now named George, he was just an average teen living the life of a normal home schooled child.

Life was good, he was just starting to forget he had amnesia, but then he showed up. “Look, I don’t know who the hell this ‘Kaldur’ is. My name is George!”

[youngaqualeader]

We be back Tomorrow

{{I said when I left, I would definitely return to RPing on my birthday, October 30th. So, to get back into the swing of things, like this for a personalized starter. I will post an open as well if there aren’t that many.

[youngaqualeader]

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[youngaqualeader]

Happy Wheels!!!! Chpt. 1 Kaldur

        Today has got to be the weirdest day in the history of weird days. That was the thought running through everyone’s minds as they looked around the rooms they were in. There were two rooms that had two members of the team, but the other rooms only had one, and in each room was a different vehicle. It truly was the strangest mission they’d been on.

        It had all started out as a normal day. Batman had filled them in on their mission, everyone had been prepared, and it had seemed like nothing could go wrong. It wasn’t until they entered the building that they realized how wrong their information was. The floor had opened up underneath them and they had fallen into chutes that left them separated in rooms with vehicles.

        Kaldur looked at the metal stick contraption in front of him, a helmet sitting off to the side with a note attached to it. He sighed and grabbed the note.

        ‘Dear Challenger,

        We are so glad you have joined us for our Grand Tournament of Transportation Obstacle Course Madness Extraordinaire of Death! We hope you enjoy yourself, and that you are able to use the mode of transportation that has been chosen for you. Please read the instructional pamphlet if you are unfamiliar with your vehicle.

        Sincerely,

        Happy Wheels

        There was a pamphlet underneath the note that read Pogo-sticking for Dummies. Kaldur sighed, placed the helmet on his head, and began reading through the instructional manual, knowing there was no other way out of the room than to play by the rules. It took a minute to read the pamphlet, thirty before he was able to use the Pogo-stick properly, and another thirty before he could pogo across the room to exit through a hole that appeared in the wall for him.

        Whatever he thought he would expect in the next room definitively was not even close to what was there. A simply obstacle course? He could handle that. Whatever the hell this place was? Hell no.

        The sign read Jump Over to Win, but the first hurdle was up to his waist! How was he supposed to make it over that? He sighed, steeling his resolve, and decided to give it a try. His first jump, he closed his eyes as he went up and opened them when he hit the ground again. He was over the first hurdle!

        It took him about three minutes to get past the first set of hurdles, most of the time gawking at how high the Pogo-stick could actually go. The next part made no sense though. The gaps were on the bottom now. That was easy, all he had to do was get off the Pogo-stick and crawl under them...only he couldn’t get off the Pogo-stick. His hands wouldn’t let go and his feet were stuck to the spokes. This was bad.

        It took some time, and the discovery that his bones were now pretty much made of jelly or something and that his limbs could break off at any moment and copious amounts of blood would come out, but he finally made it through the obstacle. Exiting through the hole found that his limbs were returned and he could get off the Pogo once more. Stretching out his newly returned limbs, Kaldur noticed a note on a closed door.

       ‘Congratulations! You have bested your obstacle course. If the door to your room has not opened, it is because the other contestants are still attempting their own courses. Please be patient with them, for some of the others with be having more difficulty than you. Again, congratulations on completing your course.

        Sincerely,

        Happy Wheels’

[youngaqualeader]

Reminder

{{I’m still taking drabble ideas for anyone that wants one. Remember, it doesn’t have to include Kaldur. Just send in anything you want and I’ll do my best to bring it to light!