[3 down, 7 to go] lulzy art and writing ftw?
This post has ... three purposes really. Some fail!writing, some fail!drabbles, and some awesome!doodles from a Prince. You know who you are. Msn was acting screwy last night and we ended up sending hand-written messages back and forth instead of typing (because bouncing messages = donotwant. Msn, you fail). So here, have some of those adorable drawings from my favorite little Sock Panda in NZ. I'll give the links to spare this post from being image heavy, yesyes?
First off, let's go with the 'lol, self-portrait' that makes me 'awww' every time I see it. (Warnings for a panda in a sock. ;D) Have some princely panda that makes you want to hug it.
Next came Mukuro in a school girl uniform. I ... I don't even remember where that one came from but - Can you spot 59, 27, and 80 in the background?
And finally, let's have some "hoshi -" Mukuro getting freaked out by a panda during a game of hide and seek xD IDK, WE WERE HAVING TOO MUCH FUN LAST NIGHT. lol /ttly didn't make her do all the drawing, of course not.
Now for the fail!writing meme (which is awesome, btw, the fail applies to my sucky handwriting, lol). You can find the original/blank meme here. /urges f-list to give it a try!
Drabble Timez!
Standard Disclaimer: The world and characters of Katekyo Hitman Reborn! belongs to Amano Akira. I just play with them.
Notes: Prompts and pairings were all thanks to varyola who suggested them in the first place. I only have three finished right now, but I’ll go ahead and put them up. You can have some fail Hibari and Colonello nao~ Rikki, I really do fail at Reborn and this proves it.
Dino/Hibari - loyalties (Dino argues the case for loyalty to people, Hibari for places)
The quiet click of boots on a hardwood floor disrupted the once perfectly silent room and Hibari growled low under his breath at the interruption. It wasn’t an uncommon interruption, but that didn’t make it any more enjoyable. “What do you want?” he demanded, eyes still closed from the mediation he had been doing. Someone was going to pay for this. Disrupting his peace like this? Yes, someone was definitely going to pay. He had been fairly specific in telling Kusakabe to keep a look out for him, and this was what he got?
“Still as impatient as always, Kyoya.” Spoken with such audacity, Hibari ended up cracking one eye open from his kneeling place on the mat and scowled. It was meant as a warning, but that didn’t seem to faze the blond who plowed right over the caution line and headed straight into dangerous territory without so much as batting an eye. “I heard you walked out on my little brother today, at that meeting.”
“What of it?” Hibari challenged back, both eyes trained on Dino now as he glared. It was always about that kid, that little kid who thought he was so special. Admittedly, he had grown rather fond of the so called herbivore who had suddenly grown a set of fangs, but that wasn’t enough. There was nothing in this Family to interest him, only his research fueled what little desire he had to be here. He would rather be in Namimori, anywhere but here. If there was anything worth living for in this world, it would be to protect the land he loved. It only pained him that the only way to do that, to protect his homeland, was through helping these people who called themselves the Vongola. If it wasn’t for Namimori needing the discipline and order he would provide from within the Family, he never would have bothered. “He has no authority over me.”
The blond laughed lightly, bringing a hand up to rub at the back of his neck with a small grin. “I guess you’ll never change, will you?” It was said ruefully, the meaning all too clear. “Not that I would expect you, too, but … Kyoya, Tsuna’s not a little kid any more. Even you’ve noticed. Don’t you think he deserves a bit of your respect?”
Pushing himself into a standing position with a snort, Hibari ignored the blond’s attempt to get him to see ‘reason’ or whatever it was he was supposed to be seeing. He brushed off his traditional attire and then walked over to the nearest sliding door with the sole purpose of leaving. “The only person I ever respected died in Namimori. That town means more to me than any one person. Or does the weakling not understand?” he taunted, covering up his slip of the past that he had never once spoken of - and he would not, under any circumstances, reveal that past.
“I understand just fine,” retorted the blond playfully, grin never wavering. “I just wonder … do you?”
Hibari was taken aback for a moment and then let out a sharp jibe about carnivores that needed to grow a pair. Like hell he’s going to get a rise out of me. His life was his life and he could choose to live it any way he saw fit. Just because one person didn’t agree with him, saw something he couldn’t see, it wasn’t going to change him any. Not wasting his time further with this foolish nonsense, he slid the door back and left with not a second glance back. If the weak little kitten decided to follow him, then and only then would he play the man’s game.
Yamamoto/Hibari - First date. Yamamoto needs to learn (and learn quickly) that traditional date activities don't work with one Hibari Kyouya.
“Look, look, Hibari-senpai! I won!”
Hibari Kyoya pointedly scowled in the opposite direction of the pitching stand. The only reason he was even at this stupid event was because there was a certain Disciplinary Committee’s annual tax that needed enforcing. It applied, namely, to the school booths stationed at this pathetic little charade called a festival. In Hibari’s book, it was more or less like a crowd of herbivores all trying to drink from the same watering hole at once, making for a rather crammed event. With a disgusted sigh, he finally - and reluctantly - gave the other student his attention if only to get him to shut the hell up. “What did you win?” It was ground out through tightly clenched teeth, but from the way the other’s face lit up you would have thought he had just won the lottery or something. How amusingly bizarre was what Hibari thought, an eyebrow going up in question. What was this idiot always so happy about?
“It’s a …” The other boy tilted his head at the object now in his possession, a serious look taking over from the once casualness of before. Hibari watched those emotions in fascination, wondering how one idiot could convey so much in one simple expression. “I think it’s a bunny.” The grin was back with a loud laugh that suddenly grated Hibari’s already worn nerves. That animal was supposed to be a bunny? It looked more like bear. Either the idiot needed glasses or he was trying, god forbid, to be funny. Hibari did not do funny.
What was worse? The idiot, because that was a proper term for someone like this, had just thrust the bunny-bear toy into his face. Resisting the urge to tear it into shreds, he demanded to know what Yamamoto Takeshi thought he was doing, because this surely wasn’t normal herbivore behavior. Since when did a weak animal go about taunting its aggressors? It was almost like this boy had a death wish. “I want you to have it,” Yamamoto explained, strangely calm and unfazed by the icy stare from his upperclassman. “It’s what you do when you like someone, you give them things.”
“Is that right?” Hibari asked, sarcasm included. “Well then, let me show you how much I … appreciate such a gift.” Snatching the weird hybrid bunny-bear away from the other boy’s grip, he threw it onto the ground and then smothered it with a foot. “Gifts are for the weak and lowly.” That said, he gave up being patient with the idiot, actually having had such high hopes that the kid was holding out on him, but apparently he had been wrong. Storming off, he went in search of Kusakabe and the rest of the Committee. It was tax collecting time to get his mind off the absurdity of someone giving him something. He never did notice Yamamoto’s calculating gaze on his back.
If Hibari didn’t like gifts, what would he like? Grin growing wider by the minute, Yamamoto Takeshi figured out exactly what he could give to make Hibari notice him, spirit not dampened in the slightest. A fight. Hibari was always looking for a good fight. Perfect. He tried not to imagine too many inappropriate things escalating from that fight, though, because thinking things like that could lead him down a dangerous path when it came to that particular upperclassman. Ah well, he thought, what’s life without a little danger? It gave a person something to live for and Yamamoto would take what he could get where he could get it, especially when it came to living in the moment.
Reborn/Colonello - a friendly pissing contest over who is the more successful tutor turns into who is more talented in other fields as well.
Colonello raised his glass in a mock toast to his friend and then tipped the shot back, downing it in one go. “This is weird, hey. You inviting me out like this. What’s the occasion?” It wasn’t like his ‘rival’ enjoyed his company these days, preferring to keep him at a distance. He had first thought it was just Reborn’s reaction to the curse finally being over and done with because now that it was gone they were normal (or at least semi-normal). They no longer held the titles of strongest, the new generation taking over in their stead.
It hadn’t been about the curse, he came to find out later, and it was almost like Reborn had ignored him for all those months on purpose. Today, though, something must have changed because they were out drinking together of all things. Sitting side by side in the nearest booth only further confirmed that. So what if Reborn had taken the seat next to him only to block him in? It was such a Reborn thing to do that he had hardly even noticed.
“I thought you would enjoy it,” flippantly replied the hitman with a shrug. “You’ve been complaining about being bored, haven’t you? That student of yours is rather busy these days.”
Colonello scowled at the mention of Ryohei and refilled his glass with the bottle on the table. Knocking back another shot, he enjoyed the burn in his throat rather than remember that he was indeed all alone. He didn’t need pity and if that was what Reborn was aiming at he would walk out of here without a second thought. “What, feeling sorry for me, hey?”
“Not at all. Feel sorry for you? Please, I have better ways of wasting my time.” Reborn, being the calmer of the two, merely sipped at his drink. “Like, for instance, my own student. He’s come a long way, I’ll give him that, but he’s far from the level I’d expect of him.”
Jumping on that line of conversation instantly, Colonello grinned and couldn’t stop the shout of, “Sasagawa is right where I expect him to be, though! Much better than your girly boy of student, hey.”
“Oho?” A small smirk played at Reborn’s lips. “If I remember correctly wasn’t it ‘your student’ that refused to make the first move on one of my own?”
“H-Hey! I have no idea what you’re getting at, but I don’t like it one bit. We’re talking about your girly boy stuendts! There’s no way they’re better than Sasagawa, hey!”
Smirk slowly widening, Reborn finished off the rest of his drink and then set the glass back down. Reaching over, hand playing at the back of Colonello’s neck for a fraction of a second, he crashed their foreheads together in the time-honored tradition that had never once gotten old. “I bet it was you who taught that student of yours to be such a lousy lover. Was it not?”
Cheeks flushing red, Colonello ended up yelling out a flustered, “I taught him what he needed to know, but nothing like that, hey!”
“My, my, is that because you’re not any good, perhaps?” The taunts were starting to get to the blond and Reborn knew it all too well, which only further made Colonello uncomfortable. Especially with their current positions so close to each other. Feeling warm breath mingle with his own was making a funny little shiver run down his spine and he couldn’t help but hate and like it at the same time. Reborn often had that effect on him. He had a way of being charismatic even when he was being an incredible jerk.
However, Reborn had offered him a challenge and he wasn’t about to back down. “You want to see how good I am, hey? All you had to do was ask, Reborn.” They were already so close that all he had to do was lean that extra inch and he could prove how good he could be if given half the chance. The haze in his mind from the alcohol lifted a little, giving way to more rational thoughts and he stopped himself short from claiming those all too inviting lips - because this was exactly what Reborn wanted. To make a fool out of someone: wasn’t that his friend’s new motto? “Yeah right, jerk,” he bit out sharply, pulling back and far away from Reborn. “You’d like that too much, hey.” A hand brushed against his bandana and Colonello flinched because that hand was almost caring. “Keep your hands to yourself,” warned the blond, quiet and slightly slurred as he finally slipped up and showed just how drunk he had gotten in the past two hours.
Reborn was never one for warnings, though, and the hand that was once tracing the 01 on his bandana left the fabric - only to tangle itself in blond hair. Foreheads pressed together once more, Reborn genuinely smiled for the first time in close to twenty years. “You’re wasted, moron. You expect me not to take advantage of that?”
Chuckling, Colonello couldn’t let such a perfect opportunity slip past him and asked, “Who says I don’t like being taken advantage of, hey?” Chuckling escalating into full-blown laughter, he realized that wasted didn’t even begin to describe how drunk he was and how much fun he was having with this. If the way Reborn was looking at him was any indication, he was rather enjoying this to. When lips were lowered to his ear, Colonello wasn’t surprised at the invitation to retire for the evening. Together. If he had been a right state of mind, he might have questioned that, but he wasn’t and nothing was going to ruin his good mood right now. So what if his rational thoughts were telling him this was wrong? He could ignore rational for one night it if it meant he got something worth while out of it.
Accepting that invitation might have seemed like they were taking this a little far, but when it came to them, nothing was too much. Irrational was rational and rationality went straight out the door.
First off, let's go with the 'lol, self-portrait' that makes me 'awww' every time I see it. (Warnings for a panda in a sock. ;D) Have some princely panda that makes you want to hug it.
Next came Mukuro in a school girl uniform. I ... I don't even remember where that one came from but - Can you spot 59, 27, and 80 in the background?
And finally, let's have some "hoshi -" Mukuro getting freaked out by a panda during a game of hide and seek xD IDK, WE WERE HAVING TOO MUCH FUN LAST NIGHT. lol /ttly didn't make her do all the drawing, of course not.
Now for the fail!writing meme (which is awesome, btw, the fail applies to my sucky handwriting, lol). You can find the original/blank meme here. /urges f-list to give it a try!
Drabble Timez!
Standard Disclaimer: The world and characters of Katekyo Hitman Reborn! belongs to Amano Akira. I just play with them.
Notes: Prompts and pairings were all thanks to varyola who suggested them in the first place. I only have three finished right now, but I’ll go ahead and put them up. You can have some fail Hibari and Colonello nao~ Rikki, I really do fail at Reborn and this proves it.
Dino/Hibari - loyalties (Dino argues the case for loyalty to people, Hibari for places)
The quiet click of boots on a hardwood floor disrupted the once perfectly silent room and Hibari growled low under his breath at the interruption. It wasn’t an uncommon interruption, but that didn’t make it any more enjoyable. “What do you want?” he demanded, eyes still closed from the mediation he had been doing. Someone was going to pay for this. Disrupting his peace like this? Yes, someone was definitely going to pay. He had been fairly specific in telling Kusakabe to keep a look out for him, and this was what he got?
“Still as impatient as always, Kyoya.” Spoken with such audacity, Hibari ended up cracking one eye open from his kneeling place on the mat and scowled. It was meant as a warning, but that didn’t seem to faze the blond who plowed right over the caution line and headed straight into dangerous territory without so much as batting an eye. “I heard you walked out on my little brother today, at that meeting.”
“What of it?” Hibari challenged back, both eyes trained on Dino now as he glared. It was always about that kid, that little kid who thought he was so special. Admittedly, he had grown rather fond of the so called herbivore who had suddenly grown a set of fangs, but that wasn’t enough. There was nothing in this Family to interest him, only his research fueled what little desire he had to be here. He would rather be in Namimori, anywhere but here. If there was anything worth living for in this world, it would be to protect the land he loved. It only pained him that the only way to do that, to protect his homeland, was through helping these people who called themselves the Vongola. If it wasn’t for Namimori needing the discipline and order he would provide from within the Family, he never would have bothered. “He has no authority over me.”
The blond laughed lightly, bringing a hand up to rub at the back of his neck with a small grin. “I guess you’ll never change, will you?” It was said ruefully, the meaning all too clear. “Not that I would expect you, too, but … Kyoya, Tsuna’s not a little kid any more. Even you’ve noticed. Don’t you think he deserves a bit of your respect?”
Pushing himself into a standing position with a snort, Hibari ignored the blond’s attempt to get him to see ‘reason’ or whatever it was he was supposed to be seeing. He brushed off his traditional attire and then walked over to the nearest sliding door with the sole purpose of leaving. “The only person I ever respected died in Namimori. That town means more to me than any one person. Or does the weakling not understand?” he taunted, covering up his slip of the past that he had never once spoken of - and he would not, under any circumstances, reveal that past.
“I understand just fine,” retorted the blond playfully, grin never wavering. “I just wonder … do you?”
Hibari was taken aback for a moment and then let out a sharp jibe about carnivores that needed to grow a pair. Like hell he’s going to get a rise out of me. His life was his life and he could choose to live it any way he saw fit. Just because one person didn’t agree with him, saw something he couldn’t see, it wasn’t going to change him any. Not wasting his time further with this foolish nonsense, he slid the door back and left with not a second glance back. If the weak little kitten decided to follow him, then and only then would he play the man’s game.
Yamamoto/Hibari - First date. Yamamoto needs to learn (and learn quickly) that traditional date activities don't work with one Hibari Kyouya.
“Look, look, Hibari-senpai! I won!”
Hibari Kyoya pointedly scowled in the opposite direction of the pitching stand. The only reason he was even at this stupid event was because there was a certain Disciplinary Committee’s annual tax that needed enforcing. It applied, namely, to the school booths stationed at this pathetic little charade called a festival. In Hibari’s book, it was more or less like a crowd of herbivores all trying to drink from the same watering hole at once, making for a rather crammed event. With a disgusted sigh, he finally - and reluctantly - gave the other student his attention if only to get him to shut the hell up. “What did you win?” It was ground out through tightly clenched teeth, but from the way the other’s face lit up you would have thought he had just won the lottery or something. How amusingly bizarre was what Hibari thought, an eyebrow going up in question. What was this idiot always so happy about?
“It’s a …” The other boy tilted his head at the object now in his possession, a serious look taking over from the once casualness of before. Hibari watched those emotions in fascination, wondering how one idiot could convey so much in one simple expression. “I think it’s a bunny.” The grin was back with a loud laugh that suddenly grated Hibari’s already worn nerves. That animal was supposed to be a bunny? It looked more like bear. Either the idiot needed glasses or he was trying, god forbid, to be funny. Hibari did not do funny.
What was worse? The idiot, because that was a proper term for someone like this, had just thrust the bunny-bear toy into his face. Resisting the urge to tear it into shreds, he demanded to know what Yamamoto Takeshi thought he was doing, because this surely wasn’t normal herbivore behavior. Since when did a weak animal go about taunting its aggressors? It was almost like this boy had a death wish. “I want you to have it,” Yamamoto explained, strangely calm and unfazed by the icy stare from his upperclassman. “It’s what you do when you like someone, you give them things.”
“Is that right?” Hibari asked, sarcasm included. “Well then, let me show you how much I … appreciate such a gift.” Snatching the weird hybrid bunny-bear away from the other boy’s grip, he threw it onto the ground and then smothered it with a foot. “Gifts are for the weak and lowly.” That said, he gave up being patient with the idiot, actually having had such high hopes that the kid was holding out on him, but apparently he had been wrong. Storming off, he went in search of Kusakabe and the rest of the Committee. It was tax collecting time to get his mind off the absurdity of someone giving him something. He never did notice Yamamoto’s calculating gaze on his back.
If Hibari didn’t like gifts, what would he like? Grin growing wider by the minute, Yamamoto Takeshi figured out exactly what he could give to make Hibari notice him, spirit not dampened in the slightest. A fight. Hibari was always looking for a good fight. Perfect. He tried not to imagine too many inappropriate things escalating from that fight, though, because thinking things like that could lead him down a dangerous path when it came to that particular upperclassman. Ah well, he thought, what’s life without a little danger? It gave a person something to live for and Yamamoto would take what he could get where he could get it, especially when it came to living in the moment.
Reborn/Colonello - a friendly pissing contest over who is the more successful tutor turns into who is more talented in other fields as well.
Colonello raised his glass in a mock toast to his friend and then tipped the shot back, downing it in one go. “This is weird, hey. You inviting me out like this. What’s the occasion?” It wasn’t like his ‘rival’ enjoyed his company these days, preferring to keep him at a distance. He had first thought it was just Reborn’s reaction to the curse finally being over and done with because now that it was gone they were normal (or at least semi-normal). They no longer held the titles of strongest, the new generation taking over in their stead.
It hadn’t been about the curse, he came to find out later, and it was almost like Reborn had ignored him for all those months on purpose. Today, though, something must have changed because they were out drinking together of all things. Sitting side by side in the nearest booth only further confirmed that. So what if Reborn had taken the seat next to him only to block him in? It was such a Reborn thing to do that he had hardly even noticed.
“I thought you would enjoy it,” flippantly replied the hitman with a shrug. “You’ve been complaining about being bored, haven’t you? That student of yours is rather busy these days.”
Colonello scowled at the mention of Ryohei and refilled his glass with the bottle on the table. Knocking back another shot, he enjoyed the burn in his throat rather than remember that he was indeed all alone. He didn’t need pity and if that was what Reborn was aiming at he would walk out of here without a second thought. “What, feeling sorry for me, hey?”
“Not at all. Feel sorry for you? Please, I have better ways of wasting my time.” Reborn, being the calmer of the two, merely sipped at his drink. “Like, for instance, my own student. He’s come a long way, I’ll give him that, but he’s far from the level I’d expect of him.”
Jumping on that line of conversation instantly, Colonello grinned and couldn’t stop the shout of, “Sasagawa is right where I expect him to be, though! Much better than your girly boy of student, hey.”
“Oho?” A small smirk played at Reborn’s lips. “If I remember correctly wasn’t it ‘your student’ that refused to make the first move on one of my own?”
“H-Hey! I have no idea what you’re getting at, but I don’t like it one bit. We’re talking about your girly boy stuendts! There’s no way they’re better than Sasagawa, hey!”
Smirk slowly widening, Reborn finished off the rest of his drink and then set the glass back down. Reaching over, hand playing at the back of Colonello’s neck for a fraction of a second, he crashed their foreheads together in the time-honored tradition that had never once gotten old. “I bet it was you who taught that student of yours to be such a lousy lover. Was it not?”
Cheeks flushing red, Colonello ended up yelling out a flustered, “I taught him what he needed to know, but nothing like that, hey!”
“My, my, is that because you’re not any good, perhaps?” The taunts were starting to get to the blond and Reborn knew it all too well, which only further made Colonello uncomfortable. Especially with their current positions so close to each other. Feeling warm breath mingle with his own was making a funny little shiver run down his spine and he couldn’t help but hate and like it at the same time. Reborn often had that effect on him. He had a way of being charismatic even when he was being an incredible jerk.
However, Reborn had offered him a challenge and he wasn’t about to back down. “You want to see how good I am, hey? All you had to do was ask, Reborn.” They were already so close that all he had to do was lean that extra inch and he could prove how good he could be if given half the chance. The haze in his mind from the alcohol lifted a little, giving way to more rational thoughts and he stopped himself short from claiming those all too inviting lips - because this was exactly what Reborn wanted. To make a fool out of someone: wasn’t that his friend’s new motto? “Yeah right, jerk,” he bit out sharply, pulling back and far away from Reborn. “You’d like that too much, hey.” A hand brushed against his bandana and Colonello flinched because that hand was almost caring. “Keep your hands to yourself,” warned the blond, quiet and slightly slurred as he finally slipped up and showed just how drunk he had gotten in the past two hours.
Reborn was never one for warnings, though, and the hand that was once tracing the 01 on his bandana left the fabric - only to tangle itself in blond hair. Foreheads pressed together once more, Reborn genuinely smiled for the first time in close to twenty years. “You’re wasted, moron. You expect me not to take advantage of that?”
Chuckling, Colonello couldn’t let such a perfect opportunity slip past him and asked, “Who says I don’t like being taken advantage of, hey?” Chuckling escalating into full-blown laughter, he realized that wasted didn’t even begin to describe how drunk he was and how much fun he was having with this. If the way Reborn was looking at him was any indication, he was rather enjoying this to. When lips were lowered to his ear, Colonello wasn’t surprised at the invitation to retire for the evening. Together. If he had been a right state of mind, he might have questioned that, but he wasn’t and nothing was going to ruin his good mood right now. So what if his rational thoughts were telling him this was wrong? He could ignore rational for one night it if it meant he got something worth while out of it.
Accepting that invitation might have seemed like they were taking this a little far, but when it came to them, nothing was too much. Irrational was rational and rationality went straight out the door.