Title: Learn To Do It Character: Danny Rand A/n: I loved this request sO much, thanks to the lovie anon who asked for it :)
You stared blankly out of the large window in Danny’s apartment, a fluffy wool blanket wrapped around your shoulders as you watched rain trickle down the window. Your finger reached out and began to trace the intricate patterns the drops left on the glass before you sighed.
After the whole situation with Madame Gao, Danny had worked himself into a paranoid when it came to your safety. He was worried that what Gao said was only a warning of future events if he wasn’t careful.
So, from then on Danny followed you everywhere, holding on to you in some way as his senses were on high alert wherever he went.
You understood where all the concern was coming from, he thought you had been murdered by some mafia-like, secret organization, hell that was more than enough to drive someone up the wall.
You also understood the potential danger you were in, but you longed to take a walk on your own. But Danny refused to let you travel anywhere if he wasn’t there, or with enough convincing, one of his close friends to keep an eye on you.
Danny saw the toll it was taking on you, you missed your bookstore and your house. He had arranged for Joy to drop off a good bit of your books from your place, but you missed your store the most.
It was just too dangerous to go there, Madame Gao’s informants had found you in that place, if you showed up now it wouldn’t end well.
Danny was still in bed when his eyes fluttered open to find your side empty and neatly made, he slowly sat up, rubbing at his eyes before staring at the open bedroom door.
Ever since staying at his place, you found yourself being more antsy, causing you to wake up early just so you could do something. First time it happened, Danny nearly had a heart attack before sprinting out of the room to find you laying on the floor next to the couch down the stairs.
He tossed his legs over the side of the bed and stretched, blindly grabbing a sweater from his dresser before tugging it over his head and going to look for you.
Danny’s eyes squinted a little at all of the natural light streaming into his eyes, when he saw you standing next to the window all swaddle up in a blanket he couldn’t help but smile.
“Morning.” He called out to you, giving you a small wave when you turned around.
“Good morning,” You replied, moving from the window and going into his arms when he outstretched them to you. “Sleep well?”
“Just fine,” Danny looked down and noticed something was off. “You’re troubled about something, what’s wrong?”
You removed yourself from his arms, folding your arms under the blanket. “Internal confliction, I guess.”
“Do you want to talk about it?”
You looked up at him, rocking back and forth on your feet. “Well, recently I’ve been thinking,” You paused for a moment, seeing Danny’s expectant look. “That if you taught me how to defend myself, maybe I could go out on my own again.
Danny’s hands rested behind his back, and his expression became unreadable. “What’s the conflict part?”
You sighed, wrapping the blanket tighter around you. “I don’t want to hurt anyone, even if they’re evil. I just hate the thought of it.”
The one corner of Danny’s lip curled into a soft smile, his hand coming up to rest on your cheek. “I’d be happy to teach you, but you don’t have to if it’s not what you want,” He gave your nose a small peck. “I’m more than happy to remain your watch dog.”
You smiled and shook your head. “Nah, I at least want to try.”
You huffed whenever Danny knocked you to the ground on your back again, you both had pushed all the furniture in the living room out of the way so you had more open space.
Danny watched in amusement as you turned onto your side instead of getting up.
“Can I surrender?”
You heard him chuckle. “Surrender out there and you’ll end up dead.”
You shut your eyes, your entire body felt like it was on fire and your muscles ached. The two of you had been training for hours.
Well I say training, it was more like Danny attempting to show you how to block attacks and getting hit several times because you forgot what to do.
That and you kept making stupid jokes when he showed you certain moves. There was something with the name “scissor” in it so you stared making snipping noises and doing scissor motions with your hands, causing Danny to laugh so hard he forgot he was supposed to be training you.
“Maybe it’s for the best,” You said, dramatically tossing your arm over your eyes. “I do a lot more harm than good, it’s not worth the trouble.”
Danny frowned, leaning down and situating himself on top of you. “Hey, don’t be like that,” He said, balancing himself one arm so he could tap your nose. “You’re not going to be perfect the first day of learning.”
You removed your arm and looked up at him. “You think I’ll ever be able to fight?”
He smiled, hopping up to his feet and bringing you with him. “If you keep up your training, I’d think so.”
You weakly let him pull you up before he dropped your hands and put some space between the two of you. “Lunge at me.”
“Just, try to hit me.” He said, motioning you to do as told.
“Are you just gonna hit me in the throat when I try to? Cause at this rate I’ll just take the hit to put me out to greener pastures.”
Danny bit back a laugh. “Do it.”
You sighed, positioning yourself like he told you to before trying to hit him. He moved out of the way last second with ease, face directly in front of yours while your fist remained outstretched.
He smiled, tilting his head down and grazing his lips against yours. “Look at that, Your form’s getting better.”
You flushed, placing distance between the two of you. “That is not fair.”
“What’s not fair?”
You frowned. “You probably think you’re real charming don’t you?”
Danny placed his hands around your waist and pulled you towards him while his lips went after yours again. “A little bit.”
You looked up at him, and saw his gaze focused on you before you shoved him away right before your lips made actual contact, causing Danny to let out a slight whine as he watched you walk away from him.
“Yeah? Well you are!” You told him, putting on a displeased frown before climbing up the stairs to the restroom to wash up.
Danny fell back onto the ground. “No, you see that is unfair!”
“You deseve it, I have at least seven brusies on various parts of my body!”
1. What’s your earliest memory? Looking out a bathroom window, I was maybe 5 or 6.
2. What’s the craziest thing you’ve ever done (if you’re comfortable posting it) I can’t post it without making myself look bad, it would require a long explanation as to why.
3. What’s the first thing you’d buy if you won the lottery?
I’m not sure. Either tons of in game currency for world of warcraft or a professional genealogist.
4. If you could live in any country other than your own, where would you go?
Canada I guess.
5. Do you like to go to school or are you more of a learn-by-doing person? Learn by doing.
6. Tell me something you like that you did not expect to like
Game of thrones. I thought the description sounded so lame. And I watched half the first episode and was like “meh”. Then a year or two later I gave it another try and forced myself to watch the first few episodes. Then I got addicted.
7. Favorite game to play online or on your phone?
8. Are you a selfie taker or more likely to post pics of your pets?
9. Best vacation you’ve ever been on?
I’ve never been on one :( Except to Toronto.
10. Favorite thing in your closet?
11. Would you ever want to be on a reality show?
1. Are you a cat or dog person, or both or neither?
2. Favorite amusement park?
3. Favorite food?
4. Do you have a lot of friends, or just a handful?
Please excuse my quick crappy pen doodles (and yeah my traditional looks p diff from my digital art) but here are some of my dumb ideas I started jotting down for Wormwood’s design. Kinda wanna make them a high and mighty austere and mysterious kind of figure, but then I thought of making them wear like a bunch of different layers of clothes to hide something probably, and emulate the whole “conman side show” thing, and be able to dress for whatever occasion is at hand. I also liked this bc of the whole tent thing and tents really aren’t permanent buildings and so I thought of them as a meandering “always ready to be on the go and find someone else to do their dirty work” kind of person. Or maybe not i dont know?? I also really liked the idea of a star-shaped scar on their face, and I think I might keep that. Anyway, sorry for writing so much, these are just some lame ideas I worked on this morning :///
Cookieeee! How do you draw such a kyote lil babu so cutely :O I'm still storta new to drawing and want to learn more, like how to draw cute chibis/babus so great like you do.
(ノ*゜▽゜*) One tip. try to give approoooximately good proportions to ur character. Tehn u can fucked up everything,like give big eyes or huge arms like meh.(if u want to give big legs and lil’ arms, that’s okay tho’.if u think that’s kyote !then it is OAO <3 )
I kno it’s not funny but try to give some logic to ur character’s body . It doesn’t need to be IRL logic. but it has to be logic for you.Something u’ll be able to reproduce 1 billion times !//winky wonk// ur choices will depends on ur lazyness and motivation !
I personally kno’ i’m EXTREMELY lazy for drawing noses.
poof. no nose.!! oh f*ck. don’t do like meh HAHAha.
so lame.sooo lame
oikawa has always struggled with anger issues as a child and could often times be very violent and have terrible outbursts when things didn’t go the way he would want them to (this was evident when oikawa almost struck kageyama after volleyball practice once)
after that incident, he went to go see a therapist, who recommended that he find things to help settle his anger issues, like keeping a journal to write all of his thoughts in
now, oikawa thought this was funny and told iwaizumi about it as a joke, but nonetheless, iwaizumi bought him a journal for his birthday that following summer, much to oikawa’s chagrin (”that’s not funny, iwa-chan!” “shut up and take it, shittykawa”)
it was a simple notebook, clean stationery and bound in light blue covers
iwaizumi’s instructions were simple: he didn’t want it back until oikawa had filled it up, cover to cover. he told oikawa to write everything in it that he wouldn’t have been able to otherwise say out loud or do out in the open. only when he’s done that will iwaizumi take the notebook back
at first, oikawa was kinda peeved at the idea of writing in a journal (”meh, it’s so lame!”), but at iwaizumi’s insistence and intimidation, he finally started to fill it up when they started their first year of high school
it started from mild to extreme pet peeves, to mild goals and aspirations, to things about his day that made oikawa happy even the slightest. he wrote things in it that he would never say out loud, like how kindaichi should stop using that one brand of hair gel because it smelled like burning rubber, or how he wishes everyday that kageyama and “chibi-chan” would keep messing up their quicks
or how iwaizumi makes him smile, no matter how many times he’s frustrated himself (or how many bruises he’s taken from the shorter boy)
(oikawa rarely gets angry anymore, and it puts iwaizumi at ease)
the once-pristine notebook is weathered and slightly damaged, because oikawa takes it with him everywhere. he ran out of pages a long time ago, but now he simply sticks more papers and pages in it, hastily stapled or taped to previous entries in the journal
oikawa stays up the night before their graduation, adding the final entry to the old and beloved journal (iwaizumi punches him in the arm when he finds out he was up late; oikawa chuckles)
he trembles in excitement as he hears iwaizumi’s name getting called out and he stares at the other boy with joy in his eyes. his hand flies to the journal sitting inside his jacket, feeling the slight angular-ness of the item underneath the fabric.