#bokudou

[richerlandtv]

   Meet Lee Lynch, a teenage inhabitant of the mysterious Ateral County in northern California. He is a popular face on the world’s biggest social media platform known simply as Social. His goal is to reach a million subscribers and get a Social Gold Plaque, and he’s nearly there. He posts all sorts of content, from reaction vids to paranormal content. Anything to get views. He’s doing pretty well for himself financially on sponsorship alone. 

   Lee is also a huge fan of a franchise his parents introduced him to at a young age, Bokéde (short for Boketto Demon), a Japanese game about catching monsters. After its recent resurgence in the form of a mobile app called Bokéde EXplore, Lee found a market in “iceburg videos”. His favourite Bokude monster is a cat-like monster based on a cryptid from Japan known as the Tokushima Kaibyou. When he wins a contest to visit Zeke Pilgrim’s Museum of the Occult and be one of a select few to livestream a paranormal investigation regarding the creature, his life takes a very dramatic turn. Initially skeptical and merely putting on an act for his followers, Lee soon learns that some paranormal creatures are real after all, and his encounter with the Tokushima Kaibyou is just the beginning. 

#OCs #characters #YA #RICHERlandTV art #RICHERlandTV #Kid Kaibyo #Ateral

[wyvernslance-a]

slides in for a smorch

     Oh! He’d be more than happy to oblige. In fact, Cormag’s scooping Sorey up into his arms to give the other a gentle kiss, a soft hum rumbling in his chest.

#bokudou #*survival instincts. ⟨ in character. ⟩ #*inquiries. ⟨ ask. ⟩ #ugh i love them.......

[mabufu]

my LOVELY, LOVELY & SUPER SKILLFUL friend reghan ( @reghanmac on tumblr / here on twitter ) drew this for me as a surprise christmas present!!! ;o; i love it so much ijdksldsg this super sweet & festive yusorey content added years to my overall lifespan (ft. my yusuke over here on @mabufu & bree’s sorey over at @bokudou)!!! i’m so happy!!! :’) 

#bokudou #✧ — l'empereur (portrait) #yusuke kitagawa #sorey #☆ — his heart shines like gold ( bokudou ) #im going to cherish this forever im like weepy dglk;sdgk

[pxperhearts]

I can’t believe I’ve been on this blog for almost a year and @thalassus was the one to remind me anD ALSO THAT I’VE KNOWN BREE FOR A YEAR??? BLESSED YEAR

#ooc #thalassus #bokudou #malcontent #did i get all ur blogs o3o #do you have more???

[divinaaquis]

bokudou replied to your post “Thoughts that keep Mikleo up at night: RUINS. Is Sorey actually okay?...”

hmmmmm..

gives the look.

#bokudou #no

[arrxwed]

starter for @revclverheld

He came at night.

These travel arraignments were common for The Bureau, yet Agent Shimada was uncharacteristically thankful. He had not been to this part of the United States yet in his career, nor had he ever really wanted to. From what his coworkers had told him, this area was hot, excruciatingly so, and dry. None of this sounded pleasant to Hanzo; even years after leaving home, his body was used to humid, rainy atmosphere that enveloped his youth. Needless to say, anything too far from that sounded like a sweat-soaked nightmare. Hence, the night travel gave Hanzo a few more hours to contemplate and accept what was about to happen.

The tales did not disappointment. Hours after his initial arrival, Hanzo felt his brow soaking in his own fluids as he trekked through the near-abandoned town, keeping his head down as he walked. Occasionally, he would peer upward at the buildings at either of his sides, making mental notes of where he was in his journey. The location was well-known to the agents who had been stalking the case: a local saloon, often crowded with degenerates, and unwelcome to strangers. However, it was not overly perilous - after all, they did not reside here. Just somebody who may know them, maybe.

The rickety old building came over the horizon at last, its exterior making the rest of the ghost town look like an advanced city in comparison. Hanzo could practically see the residue of its regulars clinging to the walls as smoke billowed out of every door and window. This caused the agent to wrinkle his nose. No doubt the tobacco was cheap. Taking a breath, Hanzo approached the swinging doors and thrust them open, announcing his arrival without grace nor caution.

Immediately, every single eye in the room gravitated toward him, none appearing friendly. All sound ceased to exist within the space; patrons stopped chattering, glasses refused to clink, and a nearby record player seemingly had its needle pulled. All at once, Hanzo realized there was more to it than just being a stranger. With his slick black eyes, pale skin and small, lean frame, the agent was a foreign stranger. While this fact proved innocuous in prior missions - immigration was become steadily common these days, anyway - Hanzo felt it was his greatest shortcoming in this task thus far.

And yet, for every hardened and tan gaze, Hanzo retorted with an equally matched yet even-tempered stare.

Taking advantage of the quiet, the agent dared to be the first to speak. “I’m looking for the Deadlock Gang.”

#revclverheld #bokudou #verse tag tbd #((hopefully this works friend :) ))

[daemonusdea]

"hey, it's cold. at least think about it." his tone is unwavering in the dim moonlight, where the stars are glittering and hungry overhead. their journey's seemed endless, not unlike his patience with her expressions. he anticipates a pretty good one while he tries to wrap a warm blanket around her shoulders. "come on. please?"

-- - @bokudou​

   Her expression is one of note indeed– how she gives him a disgusted sneer, like he’s just offered her a mutilated pigeon on a platter. Offended. By affection no less, like it will burn her body to ashes should even one finger touch her skin. 

        “ If I was cold, I wouldn’t be out here in the first fucking place. “ She leans away, still giving him that scowl. Why did he have to be so…like this?! He’s even gone far enough to ask nicely, like it’d change anything. Well…maybe it did. A little. A groan rolls from her throat, the bastard having raised his arms to try and place the blanket around her. He just never took no for an answer, too caring, too sweet…She’d never understand idiots like him when faced with a monster like her– embracing her with inviting arms and a tender hello even when her hands were still stained red.

     With a roll of her eye she continues to grumble, submitting to this boy’s absolutely ludicrous whims. She’ll accept the blanket, but she’s not gonna be happy about it. She even takes to shifting it over his lap, disguised as trying to adjust it over herself. 

   “ Worry about your own damn self, it’s your own fault if you catch cold. I can’t even get sick, idiot. “ Thank you, Sorey.

#bokudou #now get the fuck out. [ answered ] ; #[ she love u ]

[fateguided-a]

you are like so bright and inspiring in everything you do. like genuinely whenever ur out here asking asks and making people's days better. like do u even know. u are so good :(

djashfkasf bWEE I LOV U?????? and no  offence but i could say the exact same for u????? like i cant believe ur really out here brightening everyone’s day w ur wholesome posts and cute asks D; ur always such a blessing to see on the dash n u never fail to make me smile!!!!  ur the absolute best n i’d fight for ur honour!!!!!!

#hi im emotional more news at 7 #ny ways i love bree w all my heart #my entire week has been made thANK U!!!! #bokudou #﹒` ☾ I'M ALWAYS HAPPY TO HELP ! ❪ inbox. ❫ #﹒` ☾ CARRIED IN HER HEART : ALWAYS & FOREVER ❪ saved. ❫ #yes im saving my own post don't @ me

[wyvernslance-a]

‘you mean so much to me.’

meme

     … What was that? That sudden drop he felt in his chest. The warmth that blossomed across his skin like fresh blood oozing from a wound. But it wasn’t a wound, or was it? Not physically, but emotionally? Cormag isn’t sure. His gaze looks to the prince in his lap, scaled arms holding gently around his waist to keep him from falling.

     You mean so much to me.

     Why did hearing that make the dragon not want to let go? Why did hearing those words make this… feared creature feel so… weak and hopelessly lost? It’s not something he’s ever felt before. He’s a dragon. He’s accustomed to loneliness, he’s used to fear. So why did hearing that he meant something to someone… why did it make him feel a certain sort of sadness? Yet… happiness as well.

     “… Do I?” The question is a quiet one, mumbled as Cormag lowers his head to rest his chin on Sorey’s shoulder. A soft hum escapes his throat, brown eyes closing as he falls into thought. He’s never been told words like that. Never felt as though he meant much of anything to anyone, aside from being a story to tell bad children. He finds himself pulling the man in his arms that much closer against him, reptilian tail curling around the both of them.

     “… It’s odd,” Cormag starts again, his voice remaining low, “I’ve… never felt this way. I’ve never heard those words and I’ve never… cared. But then you came along and…” His voice trails off, brown eyes peeking open again. His arms squeeze around Sorey, the tip of his tail brushing the other’s legs as he gently starts to rock both of their beings.

     “… Thank you.”

#bokudou #*survival instincts. ⟨ in character. ⟩ #*inquiries. ⟨ ask. ⟩ #*a golden heart in a fearful monster. ⟨ v. dragon. ⟩ #sjhfagjfahf #them.................... #( where you go i'll follow. i won't leave you behind; sorey )

[therionizcd-archive]

@bokudou​

Time was lost to the routine of her imprisonment. A seemingly endless blur of fighting and sleeping. Another “day” which had simply meant another fight to win, nothing more than entertainment for the masses of the underground. The guards rouse her awake and magic had goads her transformation into that of a wolfish beast. The number of scars upon her form spoke volumes of just how many fights she had endured and won.

The transformation had always left her ravenous, wildly thrashing in desperation to break free of her bonds. Glowing runic chains that hung around her neck and claws serve their purpose in holding her steady. It had been the only thing that stood between her and freedom.

And whenever that day came, Velvet would tear them all apart.

The massive iron door swings upwards and she leaps wildly into the arena. Met with blinding sunlight and the crowd's cheering at her entrance, the disorientation causes her to look about before setting her eyes on her challengers. She’d seen a variety of gladiators, knights and even nobles had come at a chance to slay the beast in promise of coin.

She was upon them the moment someone took a step forward. The first fighter in question is rendered helpless between her claws. A quick snap of her jaws ends them quickly. Even while enduring cuts and bruises, her brutish force was overbearing and the other fighters fell to fang and claw.

No matter how many she fought at a time, Velvet remained undefeated.

#bokudou #u wouldnt believe how many times i revised this... #but i finally made it work

[divinaaquis]

Sorey is too cute for their own good -

#to all of the Soreys out there tbh #bokudou #but you ... your icons are too cute. stop.

[arrxwed]

open for @fingergxns

The callous scream of each shot ripped through the air like dagger on paper, bullets permanently destroying any peace of mind that the Shimada once had. Every action seemed to be more instinctual than the last -

keep your movements jagged. take cover beneath concrete structures. do not look behind you. stay alive.

run.

With the impossible dexterity of a mountain goat, Hanzo found himself climbing up the glossiest of surfaces with ease, the marble under his rough fingertips acting as nothing more than an inconvenience. The next shell came dangerously close to contact, neatly grazing his grayed sideburn and flying onward into a store front. As the glass scattered below his feet, Hanzo clamped his eyes shut and inhaled sharply, unsure of how badly grated the ground beneath him had become.

Seamlessly, Hanzo found himself within another world - dark, empty, and surprisingly soft. He didn’t feel the cold power of his gasp for air; like emerging from a rip tide, all he cared about at all levels of consciousness was the dire need for air.

Eyes adjusting to the dark, the archer calmed himself quickly.He was back at the base, laying in one of the white cots that decorated each and every infirmary room in the medical wing.

There had been a sniper.

Shakily, he raised a hand to his forehead, and felt the pillowed texture of gauze. He did not know if he were badly injured, or where. But a quick wiggle of each ligament assured him that his body was mostly intact.

Hanzo groaned, unsure if anybody was around to hear him. A light suddenly clicked on behind the door of his room, and like a switch he closed his eyes and gently exhaled. He was not quite sure if company was really what he needed.

#Honor and Redemption #bokudou #fingergxns #((hello! Saw you liked my return post and wanted to give you a starter ))

[android-archive]

gently takes 9s' hands in his, giving them a light and almost playful squeeze. "it's supposedly a day for hand-holding – i thought we could celebrate!"

❝ Huh? Oh! ❞

        A light laugh escapes his chest, cheeks flushing slightly more than they usually do with 8S around. It kicks up his heart rate, he notes, and it’s happened enough times by now for him to gauge exactly why. Rubbing a thumb against a hand with attempts to make it a little less obvious that he’s embarrassed, something else to focus on in his head while he looks up at him. He’s already going against regulations; isn’t it worth it for moments like this?

        He’s thankful for the opportunity to touch him.

❝ Humans sure had interesting customs, didn’t they? ❞

#bokudou #(✩: ᵍᵃᵛᵉ ᵐᵉ ᵗʳᵘᵗʰ ˢᵒ ᶤ ˢᵘʳᵛᶤᵛᵉᵈ┊ bokudou ) #(✩: ᶤ'ᵐ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵗʳʸᶤᶰᵍ ᵗᵒ ᶠᵒˡˡᵒʷ ʳᵉᵍᵘˡᵃᵗᶤᵒᶰˢ ʰᵉʳᵉ┊ ask )

[laurxlle]

@bokudou

          ❝... You are a little too far from where you need to be, dearest Shepherd... Are you lost?❞

#bokudou #I'M. SO. #!!!!! #; 𝔳|| 𝔩𝔬𝔰𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔫 𝔴𝔢 𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔳𝔢𝔰 ; #; 𝔵|| 𝔠𝔲𝔦𝔪𝔥𝔫í ;

[wyvernslance-a]

Haeha. ♥

meme

hm !!!! interesting !!!!!

#bokudou #that tag is just implanted in my muscle memory #but anyways hahu #bree we are shippin!!! #and i wuv them. our lads. #our lads are good !!! theyre so.......... wholesome #*calen speaks. ⟨ out of character. ⟩ #*inquiries. ⟨ ask. ⟩

[mabufu]

"whoa!" sorey's eyes go wide, almost as illuminated as the stars on yusuke's headband, and the constellations that cross his leggings. "you look great–it's like all the stars are in your hair!" the tie really complements the dark of yusuke's smooth locks, which sorey lifts a hand to run through the back ends of it (carefully, obviously–as not to tangle or mess up anything). "hmm. you know, maybe you could pick something out for me! you've definitely got an eye for this."

     “i knew you’d understand my vision, sorey.” yusuke smiles, basking in both the feeling of sorey’s praise as well as the very sensation of his hand running through his hair. he spent the entire day at the thrift store… it took hours to put together this outfit, and he’s more than pleased with the results. “i tried to keep it as ‘fun’ as possible, so i incorporated a variety of colors.” colors make everything more interesting, don’t they? and he certainly does wish to appear interesting for the festivities. “i also wanted to acquire some accessories for the occasion. these are the first ones i’ve ever purchased. i was fortunate to find a headband that matches the leggings.” 

     upon hearing sorey’s desire for his own outfit, yusuke’s eyes widen. “truly, sorey?! i didn’t know that you wanted to dance!” he grabs onto sorey’s hand, clearly excited at the very prospect of his boyfriend joining in. “we must assemble a suitable look for you, too. perhaps we can even match…!” they’d become the talk of the town - how exciting! usually, yusuke doesn’t particularly care for such attention, but he does wish to announce his love for sorey at all times. is that strange? it’s simply the truth of the matter. “very well, then - tomorrow, i will visit the thrift store once more! and you must accompany me, of course. you’ll need to model the outfit for me.” he nods sagely, bringing sorey’s hand up to his lips as to give it a quick kiss. “i’ll do my very best to put together a fantastic outfit for you, too, sorey.” 

#bokudou #✧ — memories of you (save) #✧ — your voice was heard (reply) #☆ — his heart shines like gold ( bokudou ) #THIS LEGITIMATELY CURED ALL OF MY AILMENTS #SLDF;KDSDKG;HJG I LOVE THIS SO MUCH IM CRYIGNG BREE!!! FUCK