#OUGHH THIS WAS SO FUN

[kanamori-kamper-moved]

🍽️ Dinner date Thunderstruckshipping?

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— Take me, don’t leave me

Pairing: Roa Kirishima/Kassidy x Tyler Getz/Taira Getta (Thunderstruckshipping)

Warnings: The ship in itself is like. So toxic (to me at least!!!!). So that requires a warning within itself. Also they kiss a little, and Roa makes a few promiscuous comments at the start. It’s nothing serious, there’s no sex of course because that’s weird lmao…, but just letting you know. That’s about it lol

Notes: This ended up being like. Way longer than I wanted it to be. I got carried away and had too much fun with it. AAGHHH I LOVE TOXIC YAOI!!! And as usual, they aren’t 11 here for obvious reasons. My ideals version of Sevens is where their like. Young adults (I wanna say 18-21ish?) so take that as you will. And just as a side note, I use Gettas sub and dub name interchangeably!!

Roa doesn’t like cooking, he never has, and Getta knows this well. He can barely make a scrambled egg. It seems like both him and Romin are awful with cooking, truly. He remembers when he was trying to cook for the whole band after a gig, and since it was late no place they liked was open. And of course, they all insisted on helping.

That was hell, he swore.

“Romin, you know that when the recipe calls for wine.. you’re supposed to put it into the pan, and not you.. right?”

“Don’t tell me what to do! I know what I’m doing.” Her words are slurred, as Getta would expect.

It wasn’t even the worst of it. Ushiro had about enough garlic that they’d ward away any vampire who stepped within 4 miles of the house.

“Just. Leave the cooking to me, alright?”

Getta truly doesn’t mind, he’s always liked cooking. Not everyone can manage, after all. But here he is, its the middle of the day. Roa invited him over to his impossibly expensive condo that probably cost an arm and a leg alone. It was just the usual for most days when they weren’t performing someplace. But, there’s something awful that’s plaguing the visit. Roa just won’t stop moaning and whining about how hungry he is.

“Getta-chan, I’m hungry!” Even while pouting, his voice remains so sickeningly sweet and smooth.

“You’re an adult. You can get something from the pantry.” After all, it was bigger than his own tiny kitchen, and stocked with all the things Roa loved, like his freezer which was mostly made up of fancy ice stuffed with strawberries and lemons (and one singular carton of butter pecan ice cream), salted caramel chocolates and bonbons, champagne (which Getta loved the smell of, but never the taste), freshly picked fruit, and strangely enough, far too many leftovers from the time Romin made (oddly, blue) curry.

“Mmph. No, not vibing with any of it.” He dramatically sighs, torso hanging from the head of the couch, “You’ve got so much stuff in here, what do you mean?”

“I know but-“ Roa pauses, he tries to vocalize it but nothing comes out just right, “I dunno how to explain it. And before you say anything, like hell I’m eating Romins curry.” That last bit was absolutely dipped in poison-laden bitterness.

“I don’t know what you like, you tell me.” Tyler finally gets up from the counter and sits next to Roa, who’s now shifted to lay his head on his lap.

“What do I like? Oh, don’t make me think too hard.” He sighs once more, “I think.. I like one thing… I like you.” Roa pulls him closer, smiling sweetly. That smile is poisoning him, ever so slowly. “I think I know what I’m hungry for now.” Roa is up to something, he knows it. But, he doesn’t know what yet, so Getta responds with a light ‘Hm?’, “Take off those clothes, please. Just for me, Getta-chan..”

Those words pierce him. Hard.

“W-What?” Gettas voice is becoming shakier, Roa straddles him, sitting on his lap and looking at his lover directly. His eyes are pretty pools of deep amethyst, he’s being hypnotized.

“Get out of those clothes, Getta-chan…” He rubs his against partly muscular chest, the nickname makes him gulp. Getta should stop lying; It’s not muscular, really. All it is, is just his soft tummy that Roa seems to adore so much. “So..” Roa rubs his shoulders, kissing his cheek. Tyler is flushed beyond belief.

“So what?”

“So you can get up and get dressed, we’re going out to eat!” The pink in his cheeks immediately fades. “What the- what the hell is wrong with you?!”

“What? Do you not wanna go out to eat? It’ll be nice, I’ll pay!” And he can’t seem to say no, Getta hates how he’s come to be a doormat.

But Getta won’t argue, he’s not in the mood for it. He has to go change, anyway. Gettas lucky he’s left so many of his clothes here. Escorting himself to the bathroom with a handful of clothes, he sighs. He wonders desperately as to why he gets so weak in the knees whenever Roa teases him, or just calls him a simple, “Getta-chan”. The pinups of cute girls in lingerie with flowy hair on Roas shower curtain mock him, calling him a sucker. Maybe he is a sucker.

Just maybe.

-

The drive to the place comes without any issue. Roa insists on getting an Uber, even when Getta is sure that driving isn’t an issue.

“Shoosh! don’t drive, Getta-chan.” He places a perfectly manicured finger on his boyfriends lips. “It’s my job to spoil you, not the other way around!” Getta doesn’t question it. The only way for things to go well with Roa is to give him exactly what he want, after all.

Getta doesn’t know why he feels so jealous when the driver notices who they are and asks for an autograph. Such a queer feeling. (As in strange, of course.)

It’s a nice little steakhouse, and Getta is lucky that no one’s recognized them here, too. Can you really be considered an indie band if so many people can recognize you just from a glance? He doesn’t know, he doesn’t think about it too hard. The setting is ambient and filled with the sounds of smooth jazz and light talking from its patrons, flowers and candles adorning every table.

They get a table, and the waiter pours them sparkling water. Gettas never liked water, much less sparkling water. It tastes like TV static, the texture bothers him. Lots of textures bother him, honestly. Getta just has black jeans and a jeans jacket on, and even though it’s appropriate attire for this restaurant, he feels so utterly naked next to Roa.

“Why so quiet, Getta-chan?” Roa softly asks, holding his soft hands in Getta’s hard, rough hands. He’s always enjoyed doing that, it’s one of the things Getta likes. “Nothing, it’s just that we don’t go on dates as often as we used to.”

They really hadn’t. Ever since RoaRomin took off, there was barely time for such a thing. Someone always noticed them and it had to be cut short, someone was busy, Roa and Getta broke up for the 15th time and absolutely hated each others guts only to come back to each other a week later, whatever. But, this seemed so magical to the both of them.

They spend the whole night talking, Getta doesn’t want it to end. He remembered when they first got together, how euphoric it felt to him, this was almost similar.

“We can get a steak to share, if you want. I don’t mind sharing.”

“That would be lovely, Getta-chan.” There’s that smile again, he’s invading his heart again, like he’s done so many times before. No matter how much he tries to say that he hates Roa, that he’ll never love him again, he always comes running back to that beautiful smile of his.

The time is passing by so quickly, in no time the the food is already here. Roa cuts a peice out of the overly expensive meat and lifts up his fork to Getta’s mouth.

“What are you doing? I can feed myself, Y’know.” There is no malice, Getta remains playful. “I know, but it’s cute when I feed you.”

“I guess you’re right.” Getta coos, eating from his fork. “Hey, can you kiss me-“

“Oh my goodness! Is that Roa Kirishima?” Shrieks a woman outside. They have a window seat, so pretty much anyone can see them together. Getta’s blood runs cold. Does it have to end here. “Hm?” Roa perks up, just another one of his princesses, the both of them know it. He’s waving lightly and smiling, just as girls clamor and gather by the window.

“What were you saying?”

“Can you kiss me?”

“Patience, Getta-chan. Don’t wanna cause a scandal.” Roa chides him, still waving, yet partly looking off to the side, “What’s scandalous about you being my boyfriend?”

“Nothing, of course! It would just break the hearts of my princesses, you know.” Parasocial. So parasocial.

“Whatever. We can just take the rest home.” Getta gets the bill, and Roas so busy signing autographs outside that he doesn’t even pay like he said he would earlier. He hates that about him, he never seems to stick to his promises.

Getta goes home alone that night, Roa is probably busy with his princesses. His phone lights up, with a text from Roa.

“Don’t be mad, Getta-chan ❤︎ xoxo”

He really wishes he got that kiss. Or better yet, just stayed inside.

[suntails]

toot toot!

[chaotic-deity]

Halloween!! :D

[sillylegoman]

CRINGETOBER DAY ONE!!! (with a drawing that i made yesterday)

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[iwantofall]

Harpy Hare, where have you buried all your children?

[nomadic-star]

guess who managed to get another part in the My Fair Hatey reanimated Yauyy 🎉 @bamjammy

[zepplinswraith]

...can i get you something ma'am?

[calicofoxxed]

little wip .. trying out a new style kindaaa

[macchitea]

commission for @kirbypurrs !!! feat. their sUPER CUTE gala design <333

[transingthoseformers]

Hell, think of the possible Transformers One: Shattered Glass designs

[minionsuncle]

rewatching sophomore year now that its on youtube… its peak ….

The fabian episode actually killed me i forgot how funny it was

[watery-melon-baller]

what if me and the mutuals all watched the FNAF movie around 1-2am UTC together during Halloween (´·ω·`)

[tubbytarchia]

Addendum - I forgot I wanted to draw Doc and Jimmy actually... I have a lot of thoughts about them just by virtue of imagining what having Doc in the Life series would be like.. This is my very specific hyperfixation that no one but I and my friend get and damn it I will draw art for it

[triptychofvoids]

another question, but would the doc know his own sexuality? you headcanon him as aroace (i could be mistaken but eh i'm pretty sure he's aromantic as well as ace) but does he know? if not then i think it's funny giving him pins of flags and he's like "thanks!! uh..what does this mean, exactly?"

ah!! very good question!!

the first definition of asexual we have comes from 1897, the term aromantic did not really arise until 2002, and the aroace flag as we know it was not created until 2018! so if you were to hand him an aroace flag he would not know what it meant until you explained it to him, nor would he actually refer to himself as aroace. regardless of the time period however, he would know his own preferences and experiences even if he didnt have a term for it.

[dizzybizz]

>:DDDDD THANKS FOR JOINING @polyphonial, @scrolpencer, @davactivated and @thekittyfox2999 !!!!! <333333

also these ^^^ are being hung up on the fridge i totally have in my mind.

[myxineye]

yahoo my musketeer's crew!! i have a quick summary of who they are in the keep reading section ^_^

Kestrel is a musketeer with strong melee capabilities, she started out as a cybernetic spy who used to work in Marleybone's Secret Service to test a bunch of experimental technology. Later on, he grew disillusioned, defected to the Armada for a bit, and just... disappeared to do his own thing. Nowadays, Kestrel can be found wandering around the Spiral with their crew -- no one knows what exactly she's doing but she seems to be looking for something... She fights depending on what's currently installed on her body, which tends to be some sort of ranged weaponry she can easily hit people with too.

Bailey is a privateer and a cat smuggler and tailor. She ran a clothing shop in Marleybone which acted as a front for her weapons dealings, which most of the time involved Radicals. She was fairly successful up until a deal gone wrong ended with her shop being ransacked and destroyed; it was later searched by authorities, who found out about her radical ties. Now a wanted criminal, Bailey lived the next few years in secrecy, avoiding anything that could attract attention to them... up until she was approached by Kestrel who was searching for a previous client of hers. She fights with a musket and bayonet gifted by a late friend.

Sophia is a musketeer and a weapons engineer from Valencia. Most of her work was in civil engineering, though she did have the occasional contract from the Armada for weapons. She never really got an opportunity to fully switch to weapon designing until she met Kestrel during their brief time with the Armada -- Sophia was so fascinated by Kestrel that she decided to follow them after they left, helping to maintain their body parts and come up with new designs. She uses an old gun-cannon prototype that for some reason still works now even though it's just held together by tape and prayers at this point.