#anyway if anyone wants to see him in a random hairstyle or clothes? feel free to request it teehee

[sojabeean]

COLOURED ED DOODLES!!! not a big fan of the second one (under the cut) but I thought chuuni pose Ed was funny so there he is >;3c

(Watch as I fail to understand how to shade leather pants) (tutorials? Never heard of ‘em)

[thirstybtsthoughts]

I can die peacefully now I had THE dream of my life. Long story short, I went clubbing w friends and the sun was out already, couldn't find taxi or any way back home, so I was in night clothing in the morning getting weird looks from people so my best friend (who got into her apartment and change back to night clothes) and I for some reason decided to go to an hotel nearby. To anyone's surprise, bts was staying there and that's when it gets interesting, to say the least (1/?) -🦀

They're, plus team crew etc, were at the restaurant of the hotel, Jhope stands up and looks at us with, I shit you not, this face 😏 and ask us for a picture, HE THOUGHT WE WERE PROSTITUTES or something lmao, I was like "terrible misunderstanding, but this is a lifetime opportunity so I'll take it", we take a group picture w a lot of other men and I literally felt like omg these people think I'm something I'm not and see us as a rare circus freak lmao.

At this point I'm aware I'm dreaming, unfortunate I can't lucid dream otherwise the THINGS I'd make my subconscious do to those guys I'm telling you. So I'm thinking about yoongi and where the hell he was. Out of nowhere I'm sitting w him, two of my friends and other guy was w him. Blah blah talking etc, somebody shows something, I point at it w very shaky and cold hands because duh, and yoongi takes my hands to kinda like make them stop shaking like crazy w this face 😌😊 . 

Nobody knew they were in town, so I was hesitating to ask him for a picture because I was dying to show it to my younger sister who is a big fan. Why wouldn't he, we just took a group photo before? Well, he wasn't in that one. So I took a long time to ask him. W the other we communicated a little in english, but w him it was kinda like jane w tarzan lmao. Anyways, I didn't have my stupid phone w me, so I asked my friend for hers, and that's when I knew, I fucked up. 

Because I took a long time to finally do it, and spoke my language in the process to my friend, he obviously lost interest and as he got up and walked away, I was a little desperatly asking him (but not much, keep your dignity girl) but he just left 😟, the funny part is that the other guy that was there was shownu, from monsta x, so im like "🙄, well... Can we take a picture" lol I didn't get a picture w my ultimate bias but at least I got one with my other one so I can't complain??

Actually I'm gonna complain, yes, because that touch of hands, as anticlimactic as it was, was beautiful it felt REAL, even tho we were mistakes as fancy prostitutes, the dream was the best I had lol. It felt so freking real I woke up w a heavy heartbeat and now I'm upset for real I'm sad 🤡, I even saw his bitten nails and everything (props to my subconscious for the attention to details) THOSE HANDS omg, anyways, it kinda seemed like he knew I wasn't what everybody thought I was. 

I mean, I was dressed in a way I would never dress irl, but I didn't mind because it was freking bts and we were the only ones who knew they were in town, I'm fucking sad now bunny HELP, so many nights I wished for a dream like this and now I don't know how to behave lmao. He was really sweet, and caring, even tho our interaction lasted like 3 minutes, I was like "I love this man I could die idk". I had less the five hours of sleep, I woke up drooling on my pillow, this reality SUCK man. 

If you get a bunch of the fifth part, is because my phone is acting up I'm sorry, thing is, I don't remember if I said this already but, ugh he was the best, even tho I knew it wasn't real, it affected me as if it was. Funny thing is the other ones, the extroverted lol, wanted us around no because they wanted to sleep w us, it was more of "turists that see something they never get to see, so they take pics of/with everything" vibe lol. I wouldve done it for free if you know what I mean 😌 🦀

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Omg what a random dream 😂😂, I’m surprised you remembered it so clearly. Aaahhhh so close to Yoongi but so far, why must we always wake up at the best parts 😭😭😭. 

Thank you for sharing! Having them appear in your dreams in any context is amazing and so exciting. You wake up feeling so different. I don’t get enough Bangtan dreams, they come rarely for me 😭😭😭😭, but...

I had a dream with Jimin in it last night 🥰. We were in class, just messing around in the back, writing notes and throwing bits of paper around, then he leaned in to kiss me and as I was leaning towards him he backed away and laughed at me saying he was just kidding, the teacher will see, but also smiling at me with a teasing smirk that said ‘meet me after school for some REAL fun’. 

That’s the face that I’ve had in my head all day now because like your dream it felt so real and damn it I now I need boyfriend Jimin in my life 😭😭😭. Also for some reason he was dressed exactly like this with this exact hairstyle haha and it’s the second time he’s been in my dreams looking like that so I guess I’m probably subconsciously in love with Boy with Luv Jimin 😁 

Sorry to drop my dream on your ask, I wasn’t going to share but after you shared yours it made me want to tell all too 😂😂

[bandficsunlimited]

Floral & Fading (Pierce The Veil Fanfiction)

(This was the first band slash PTV fanfic that I’ve ever made, so please forgive me if it’s terrible and nonsensical and not what you really expected.)

"D-d-d-darker now, kicked out and sleeping in your car, you rolled the window down, enough to dream and make-believe..."

"That's it, stop it! Pierce...whatever, you're outta here! Go on, we're closed! Everybody out! You're wrecking the place!"

The harsh reprimand of the bowling alley owner rang out, exasperated and palpably angry, and Jaime could perfectly and very much tell why.

Standing in the carnage of musical instruments and debris of bowling equipment alike, their band sign hanging off on one corner with half already in shards on the floor, holding splintered parts of what used to be a bass guitar, and staring at a rowdy crowd that had been shoving and pushing at each other the entire time, the owner's rage towards the sheepish band was easily understandable.

Jaime wasn't sure how Pierce the Veil was allotted to perform here in the first place, considering that their post-hardcore music wasn't really the appropriate ambiance to a bowling alley, and they were forced to wear such weird clothes (Mike laughed at his older brother's atrocious green floral shirt that he fished out of his dad's closet for ten minutes straight), and the owner didn't even know what the hell their band name was ("He announced it with the enthusiasm of a vendor selling tacos in a deserted place under the torpor heat of the summer Mexico sun", Jaime observed. "Oh great, now I want tacos", another voice inside his head complained), but all he knew for certain was that this was quite unexpected.

"For a bunch of people living in '69, these guys sure do party hard." Jaime thought, uttering a low whistle as he surveyed the wreckage of the chaotic room.

Not only had he and his bandmates completely trashed the place, they also managed to influence the people to join in with it as well, and what once was a group of peaceful weekend bowling players had turned into youth-crazy moshers that threw articles of intimate clothing, allowed crowdsurfing and mosh pits, nearly ripped the band members apart (two of them tore out their drummer's sleeves, "but," Jaime internally snickered, "with Mike's big guns, who freakin' wouldn't?"), poured juice punch on each other (Jaime could see a girl smiling at them wryly without a care of the sticky beverage that dripped and coloured her hair a vivid blue), pulled the fire alarms and lit up their lighters inside the place, and ultimately ("and most importantly", Jaime noted), they enjoyed and allowed themselves to lose control to their music.

"So all in all, not a bad gig." Jaime concluded with a satisfied grin. He looked over to Vic, Mike, and Tony, all exhausted, sweaty, and holding destroyed instruments alike, but also with the same enthused smiles lighted up on their faces.

Celebratory high fives were passed around the band members, but before Jaime could give one to an expectant Tony, the owner's stern face emerged in front of them, his nostrils flared and his voluminous belly rising up and down steadily, smoke appearing to come out of his ears, startling the band out of their gregarious reverie.

"You damn brats, still happy about wrecking this place. I regret ever knowin' your name. No you boys better get out of here before I get you a damn good whacking to and slam your sorry little asses in jail!" The owner threatened, waving at them the remaining microphone stand that was still actually standing and almost tripping on the wires in the process.

"Sooooo...does this mean we don't get paid?" Vic asked innocently, a cute charming smile emblazoned on his face, doe eyes wide and sparkly, every uttered word in the sentence dripping with sass. Behind him, Jaime chuckled audibly, Tony grinned so wide it seemed the corners of his lips would split open, and Mike covered his mouth with one heavily-tattooed hand to stifle his laughter.

The owner only glared at them poisonously, radiating nothing but sheer hate and venom out of his eyes, and shoved them all out of the way, causing a little domino effect to the band and nearly tripping on the wire yet again, as he muttered various colourful profanities, most likely endowing the worst curses known to man and monsters upon the Mexicans. He shook his meaty fist once more before going past the outbalanced band members, and grabbed a broom to commence cleaning up the mess that they made.

"Great gig. Great time. Great job, guys." Mike praised his fellow band members, as they packed up and salvaged what little they can from their smashed equipment, but not before he added a grim "We still need money to buy new instruments though, and since Vic here killed off any chance of us getting paid, well..."

"Thank you Mike, that reeeeaaally boosted our morale." Tony replied sardonically with a laugh.

Vic, pretending to be hurt, indignantly glared at his younger brother with a sulking pout. "We weren't getting paid anyways, Mikey. It didn't hurt to ask."

"Hey, hey, I'm just kidding bro. Hell, I don't blame you anyways. I've always wanted to wreck the living shit out of my drums! I mean, who doesn't? It's the adrenaline, man, it gets you. This was awesome, you guys. P-T-V!" Mike ranted on happily, as they all cheered out in enthusiastic replies of "Wooooh!"

"Well, I take it that's a wrap?" Vic quipped cheekily. He was answered with an affirming chorus of "Oh yeah", "Guess so", and from Jaime, accompanied with an audibly rumbling stomach, "Anyone else also craving tacos right now?"

Jaime's out-of-place remark and hunger pangs gave Vic an idea for a fun little prank. He acted all excited, suddenly pointed out to a random corner, and shouted "Hey look Jaime, a taco stand giving food away for free!"

"Where?!" As Jaime's head frantically whipped to face where Vic was pointing, Vic glanced furtively at Tony and made silent finger motions, signaling for him to trip up Jaime. Tony understood immediately, and he surreptitiously crouched behind Jaime and positioned himself by his feet, waiting for the right moment.

"Oh, you know, it's just there Hime, if you'd just, like, I don't know, back up a little, maybe you'd see clearer or something, y'know..." Mike improvised, buying for time, and Vic facepalmed behind Jaime's back and mouthed "That didn't make sense bro." to him.

But despite Mike's lame assurances, Jaime still obediently obliged with his instructions and ambled a step backward. His legs caught on the crouching turtle by his legs, and he began to topple backfirst, arms thrashing about wildly as he tried to break his fall.

"Gotcha again, Jaime!" Vic said triumphantly, earning him victorious high fives and rounds of raucous laughter from Mike and Tony.

But due to unforeseen and unfortunate circumstances, Jaime's head accidentally contacted a nearby bowling ball (ironically, it was the yellow one that he tossed at one of Mike's drums earlier and nearly hit Tony), and he heard a sickening crack, as Vic, Tony, and Mike's laughs instantly dissipated and they immediately rushed to his side.

Jaime felt himself losing consciousness quickly, and his vision blurred and faded as he saw his friends' concerned faces looming over him, Vic frantically waving a hand to his face and calling out his name.

"Jaime? Jaime??? Jaaaaiiimmeeeeee..."

~*~

Jaime jolted awake at the sound of singing invading his ears, and his eyes fluttered open and he found himself curled up in a couch, his bass guitar cuddled up next to him, a fan-gifted monkey pillow strewn on his stomach, and an abandoned floral pattern notebook lying facedown by his limply-hanging fingertips.

The rest of the band was simply chilling out; Mike lounging next to him as he clutched a coffee mug in one hand and twirled a drumstick in the other, Vic looking at his ink scribbles with a pensive visage and a badly-chewed pen stuck between his teeth, making little vocal warm-ups with their names (at the moment, he was singing out "Hayyyymeeyyyy skunnkkkk"), and Tony softly strumming notes at random on a battered acoustic guitar.

Jaime remembered his dream and his hand immediately shot up to his hair, as if to feel the phantom of a nightmarish afro that never was, and he sighed a little too loudly in relief as he felt only the soft spikes of his hedgehog hair. He rubbed his bleary eyes as he examined the appearances of his fellow bandmates' hairstyles with mingled scepticism and doubt.

Watching this event unfold, the trio's questioning stares immediately pierced (pun very much intended) through the scrutinising Jaime, but it was Vic who asked the question first.

"You okay there, Jaime?" he said, momentarily ceasing with his playful vocal warm-ups, his inquiry slightly garbled by the writing instrument clamped between his mouth.

"Dude, I just had the weirdest dream..." Jaime started.

Mike snorted into his mug at amusement at Jaime's revelation, spinning the drumstick more furiously and throwing it in the air. "Expect Jaime to be so cliche."

Tony glanced at him with a raised eyebrow and retorted "And expect you to be the one breaking the fourth wall." Mike stuck out his tongue at Tony in reply, and he failed to catch the drumstick, the wooden stick clattering noisily on the floor.

But Jaime seemed not to hear them both as he leered at Mike's short hair, hidden under his black beanie, analysed Tony's expertly messed sticky-uppy hair and Key Street cap lying by his side, and finally settled to concentrating and peering at Vic's long and flowing hair as if it was an art exhibit.

Vic finally noticed Jaime's strange stare and stared back with questioning eyes. "Why are you looking at me like that? Something wrong with my hair? Is my hat not on straight? Or do you just not like my hat? Again?" Vic badgered endlessly, his voice taking on a concerned tone, running his hand throughout his head to check for anything weird.

Jaime said nothing to clear things out as he slowly reached out to feel for Vic's hair. Mike took a sip of his drink absentmindedly and flipped his drumstick as he watched blankly, engrossed by the scene, and Tony had an exasperated expression that sighed out a silent "Oh, Jaime, here we go again."

Jaime grabbed one end of Vic's hair and started tugging at it, as if testing for it's legitimacy.

"Ow! Jaime! What the hell?" Vic exclaimed, slapping Jaime's hand away. By coincidence, Tony hit a sour note on the guitar as he was distracted by the unfolding events, making a sound that added for comedic effect.

"Your hair...it's normal." Jaime lamely replied.

Vic squinted in suspicion as he ran his fingers over his locks to fix his hair. "Is that a good thing or a bad thing?"

Jaime closed his eyes and nodded in alleviated affirmation. "Oh it's good dude. It's good. It's just, well, just that dream..."

"Well, what dream? Don't keep us in suspense, Hime-time." Vic prompted eagerly, setting down his abused pen and rumpled notebook on the desk and dragging his chair closer to Jaime. Mike and Tony set down the instruments they were holding and leaned in closer to listen in as well.

Jaime sighed extravagantly once again and began to narrate. "It was like...we were having a concert in a frigging bowling alley...you had short hair and a stupid floral shirt...Mike was wearing this nerdy-ass sweater and vest, I don't know what it was...Tony was crowdsurfing on a bunch of weirdly-dressed people...and I had cotton ball for a hair...it was sick though, we smashed our instruments in the end, and oh, I nearly hit Tony with a bowling ball!"

Tony glared at Jaime in mock disdain. "Something you wanna say to me, Jaime?"

"And me! Did you just call my clothes nerdy?" Mike put in indignantly.

"You tripped me up and made me smash my skull on a bowling ball, Tony, so I'd say we're pretty much even. And also Mike, Vic was wearing a long-sleeved green floral pattern shirt and ironed beige pants and stupid hard shoes and he had short hair that looked like it was shaped out of clay, so there." Jaime explained in a flat tone to both offended parties, not missing a beat.

Tony simply made a 'seems legit' face and nodded. "Touche, Preciado."

Mike, on the other hand, stared at his older brother for a couple seconds, as if picturing Vic in the horrible clothes Jaime described, but his should-be bellowing laugh was reduced to a strained snort as Vic glared back at him venomously with a look that said "Don't you dare Michael."

Jaime carried on with his story gracelessly as he fumbled for the words, unable to describe the dream properly. "Anyways, it was just—I don't know, but it was like...a time travel or something...I don't know man...it was 1969!" He finally declared. Mike couldn't hold in his laughter anymore at the final part, and he began to double over laughing, strained wheeze escaping his throat like a squeaky balloon losing air.

"Aw dude, did you just marathon Back To The Future...again? Look, I know you wanna be the next Mexican Marty McFly, and we support that dream of yours, even if you don't look too good in bodywarmers, but...that's just askin' for it." Vic sympathetically apprehended with a little shake of his head. His maternal and disappointed tone of voice made Tony crack up, and Vic finally dropped his stern parent act and joined in with the mirth.

"But it was! I swear! 1969! A lady! Threw her bra at me!" Jaime punctuated almost pleadingly, his voice drowned out by the chaos of laughter.

His hysterical bandmates only laughed even harder at the bra throwing part, and Vic had to jump out of his seat and whack his younger brother in the back with immense force because he promptly choked on his drink, as the slapstick-looking act made Tony's smile grow impossibly wider.

"Yeah right, like that would ever happen. Keep on dreaming, Jaime." Vic deadpan quipped with a pokerfaced expression. Jaime finally stopped sulking and succumbed to the contagious hilarity and sheer ludicrousness of it all, dimples popping up as his laugh echoed the loudest inside the room.

After everyone had calmed down and managed to catch their breath, the place was filled with silent contentment and lingering traces of entertained expressions on their faces. Mike went to the kitchen to place his mug in the sink (but accidentally brought the drumstick with the mug instead of the spoon, which made for a very interesting story later on at band practice, when he accidentally ripped the skin off his snare drum with the metal utensil), Tony returned to fiddling with his guitar as he quietly played Dammit by Blink-182, and Vic held his pen and paper once again, but before he turned away to continue writing, he said softly to Jaime, this time with an earnest smile.

"Keep on dreaming, Jaime."

"Our lights knocked out, turned upside-down, I'm just a stupid motherfucker, can't figure it out."

[coquuin]

really LONG CHARACTER SURVEY. RULES. repost ,   don’t  reblog  !  good  luck  !

TAGGED. i stole it from Kiki!! TAGGING. whoever wants to do it!!

BASICS.

FULL NAME: Ezekiel Axel Ruiz Rosario

NICKNAME: Zeke

AGE: (Verse dependent) anywhere from 19 to 25! most often tho, i usually make him 25.

BIRTHDAY: November 15 (self given bc he doesnt know his real birthday)

ETHNIC GROUP: Puerto Rican / Latino

NATIONALITY: British-American

LANGUAGE(S): English, Spanish, Dutch, Japanese, Latin, Romanian, some Russian, and some Chinese! he likes to study languages a lot....

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Demi-Pansexual

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Demi-Panromantic

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Hes multiship boiiii

CLASS: Upper class, though he really doesnt have very expensive tastes or anything. Seems like he’d be lower class, but. yknow, he is a celebrity so.

HOMETOWN / AREA: London, England

CURRENT HOME: A very small and shitty apartment. Yeah, he could get a much better home bc he does have the money, but... hes weird and likes a more slightly cramped space. dont question Ezekiel, he has weird preferences.

PROFESSION: Guitarist of the rock band Rogue! also used to work at a music shop when he was like 17, but that was back in London.

PHYSICAL.

HAIR: Very curly and messy black hair! He hardly bothers to take care of it. its prolly greasy bc hes a fucking gremlin pls make him take a shower. stinky boye

EYES: BIG OL FUCKIN EYES. they’re brown! a little sunken, and has massive bags under them--rather than the bags being from lack of sleep, though, theyre actually a result of too much sleep! Ezekiel can and WILL fall asleep wherever and whenever he wants. you cant stop him. his eyes are pretty big actually, and very expressive!

NOSE: the bitch looks like its been broken like ten times. he got a weird ass nose. its a little big, but not terribly so!

FACE: scrawny as FUCK. motherfucker’s head shape looks like a fuckin crescent moon. you know that one tiktok meme with the girl who has the weird ass moon lookin head? bitch looks like that a little bit. croissant lookin ass head.

LIPS: very thin! pls get him some chapstick

COMPLEXION: bitch looks like he hasnt gone out in the sun in over 20 years! which, actually, isnt entirely wrong bc he pretty much hasn’t. pale as fuck! his skin looks gray, like a fucking corpse. he looks like a zombie, but i swear to god hes a plain ass human i think

BLEMISHES: a lot! mostly on his body tho, especially on his back.

SCARS: A  L O T!!! his back is literally covered in a shit ton of scars in the shape of upside down crosses, and he has a lot on the rest of his body as well, and several on his left wrist. yeah he, uh... he aint okay

TATTOOS: None! hes way too terrified to get one and hates the idea of one being stuck on his body for like the rest of his life rip

HEIGHT: 6′ 3″ / 190.05cm

WEIGHT: about like... 98lbs?? which is. fUCKING TERRIBLE FOR HOW TALL HE IS!!! LIKE HOLY SHIT EZEKIEL ARE YOU GOOD??? HOW ARE YOU ALIVE?!?!?! EZEKIEL?!?!?!?! FUCKING EAT SOMETHING PL EASE

BUILD: SCRAWNY AS SHIT. HE IS SO SKINNY HOLY SHIT. OH MY GOD GET THIS BOY A FUCKING BURGER OR SOMETHING BEFORE HE DIES JESUS CHRIST!!!!

ALLERGIES: Dandelions! He’ll just sneeze a lot around them

USUAL HAIRSTYLE: The bangs are kiiiinda kept to the side sorta just so its not falling in his eyes, but other than that, he doesnt really bother to like, style it or anything. its just curly and messy. although! when he was a child all the way to his teens, he did have a stupid ass bowlcut! but that wasnt his own choice, so he cant really be blamed for it :(

USUAL FACE LOOK: motherfucker has the WORST case of resting bitch face you will ever fucking see. even when hes happy he still looks angery sometimes!!! but thats literally just his fucking face!!!!

USUAL CLOTHING: a looot of slightly baggy clothing. lots of hoodies! especially wears a lot of black and red, mostly black. also wears mostly boots or sneakers, usually the ladder. he just doesnt really give two shits about fashion, as he’s more concerned with just sorta.. hiding his body. hes very insecure! save him

PSYCHOLOGY.

FEAR(S): "the devil”, getting close to anyone, performing in front of people, people in general, cats, knives & other sharp objects, the sight of his own blood

ASPIRATION(S): "to escape the Devil’s wrath,” as he phrases it. of course, the whole ‘THE DEVIL IS OUT TO KILL EVERYONE I LOVE AND THEN HE’LL KILL ME NEXT’ thing is obviously just in Ezekiel’s head, but it feels very real to him! he basically just wants to be free of the “demons” in his head. aside from that, he also really really reeaaally wants to own an orphanage someday! basically take in orphan kids and help give them a much better life than he had. but as for right now, he fully realizes he’s not ready for that at all, so he’s currently more focused on his music career and getting better mentally, though the ladder is a slow process.

POSITIVE TRAITS: Patient, simple, humble

NEGATIVE TRAITS: Rude, temperamental, paranoid

ZODIAC: Scorpio!

TEMPERAMENT: uhhhh fuck idk i just took a quiz for this and ezekiel got like a tie between phlegmatic and melancholic--but if i had to guess, i’d say melancholic!

SOUL TYPE(S): Spiritualist!

ANIMALS: i always associate Ezekiel with dogs bc. he literally just acts like a fuckin angery dog. and an angery snake or something. bUT MOSTLY DOGS. he will literally bark at people, because he’s a fucking weirdo who doesnt know how to behave like a normal fucking human being

VICE  HABIT(S): uhhh drugs and alcohol are a big thing he does!! and generally pushing everyone away so he doesnt get close to anyone! and also acting like a gotdam ANIMAL. SOMEONE PLS MAKE EZEKIEL STOP FUCKING BARKING AND HISSING AT PEOPLE!!!

FAITH: Christian! his religion is very important to him too!

GHOSTS?: Yes!

AFTERLIFE?: Yes!

REINCARNATION?: He isn’t really sure about reincarnation, but wants to believe it exists.

ALIENS?: Yes.

POLITICAL ALIGNMENT: fuck if he knows. ezekiel could not give less of a shit about politics and hardly knows anything about it bc he really doesnt keep up with anything.

SOCIO POLITICAL POSITION: he doesnt give a fuck

EDUCATION LEVEL: None. he never even went to school, fun fact!

FAMILY.

FATHER: Dead!

MOTHER: Dead!

SIBLINGS: None!

EXTENDED FAMILY: None!

NAME MEANING(S): Ezekiel means “God will strengthen”! I have no idea what Rosario means sadly bc i cant find anything good on it on google :(

HISTORICAL CONNECTION?: None that he knows of.

FAVORITES.

BOOK: He couldn’t possibly pick a single favorite book--he loves a lot! but he loves mostly romance genres! which is so fucking ironic considering he’s fucking terrified of getting into relationships. and even more ironically? he doesnt read any horror genres bc it scares him too much!

MOVIE: he doesn’t know.

5 SONGS: While My Guitar Gently Weeps - the Beatles; Brick in the Wall - Pink Floyd; Stairway to Heaven - Led Zeppelin; Bohemian Rhapsody - Queen; Don’t Fear the Reaper - Blue Oyster Cult.

DEITY: God, Jesus

HOLIDAY: Christmas! everyone expects Ezekiel to be like the grinch or something and hate Christmas, but nope! He surprisingly loves it!

MONTH: March

SEASON: Fall

PLACE: His bed

WEATHER: Preferably a little cold, but not too much, bc he just cant stand being hot--and completely dark outside!

SOUND: Gentle guitar strums.

SCENT(S): Ivory

TASTE(S): Anything thats like. Meat. hes very picky tho

FEEL(S): Skin. As in, like, being affectionate with someone else! He’s just very touch starved rip

ANIMAL(S): Yknow, oddly enough, despite acting like a fuckin wild animal a lot, he doesnt like animals much. but definitely dogs are his favorite!

NUMBER: 20

COLORS: Red and black--though he likes blue as well, especially dark blue.

EXTRA.

TALENTS: Music--especially with guitar! And painting, writing, literature.

BAD AT: Anything to do with math or science and stuff like that; anything that requires physical work. hes p much bad at like.. most things tbh.

TURN ONS: Just like.. be soft and gentle with him... also probably has a lowkey praise kink--if you could call it much of a kink i guess? hes pretty vanilla tbh. hes just soft.....

TURN OFFS: If you go rough on him at all he WILL cry. Also anything that, like, restricts him like ropes or some shit will literally make him panic so fucking bad. basically hes just vanilla as fuck, just be gentle with him pls

HOBBIES: Writing / playing music, writing in general, painting, watching random ass movies on TV until he falls asleep, sleeping, avoiding his problems like the fuckin wind

TROPES: man fuck if i know

AESTHETIC TAGS: literally all of Aurelio Voltaire’s songs; shit you’d see in Halloween (which is funny bc Ezekiel fucking hates Halloween); vampires; satanic symbolism. which is all ironic, bc Ezekiel doesnt actually like spooky shit! but it all sure does give big Ezekiel vibes anyway

GPOY  QUOTES: huh

FC INFO.

MAIN  FC(S): Jack the ripper from, well, Oyasumi Jack the Ripper!

ALT FC(S): None!

OLDER FC(S): None!

YOUNGER  FC(S): None rip

VOICE CLAIM(S): Murdoc Niccals from Gorillaz

GENDERBENT FC(S): iiiiii dont really do genderbends pretty much so none

MUN QUESTIONS.

Q1: IF YOU COULD WRITE YOUR CHARACTER YOUR WAY IN THEIR OWN MOVIE, WHAT WOULD IT BE CALLED, WHAT STYLE WOULD IT BE FILMED IN, AND WHAT WOULD IT BE ABOUT?:

Honestly probably something like the movie Sybil??? like basically just delving deep into his whole psychology and mindset and whatnot and why he acts the way he acts. those are always like my FAVORITE type of movies, and Ezekiel would honestly be fucking perfect for something like that bc literally every single aspect of his entire personality has been molded in some way shape or form by some event in his life, especially to do with the cult he was raised in, and it hONESTLY IS SO INTERESTING TO JUST LIKE.. STUDY WHAT EZEKIELS BRAIN IS LIKE BASICALLY. AT LEAST FOR ME ANYWAY BC I AM HIS MUN AND ALL BUT.

Q2: WHAT WOULD THEIR SOUNDTRACK / SCORE SOUND LIKE?:

for some reason i always kinda associate him with like edgy violin and piano music?? i mean hey rock stars can be classy too fuck u

Q3: WHY DID YOU START WRITING THIS CHARACTER?:

WELL ORIGINALLY WHEN I FIRST CREATED HIM HE WAS JUST BASED OFF MURDOC NICCALS BC, YALL ALREADY KNOW DAMN WELL IM OBSESSED WITH THAT PICKLE MAN, BUT. Now, however, he’s WAAAAAAAAY different and i just love writing him so much bc like. basically like what i said in the movie question!! he is SO fucking interesting to delve into psychology wise. like, yeah he has an edgy ass tragic backstory, but whats neat about that is you can absolutely see how said edgy backstory ties into his mindset and individual habits and how the memories of it still affects his everyday life despite the fact that he’s escaped it a long time ago now. even in the small things he does, chances are is that every single thing that he does is either something he does to soothe and comfort himself for his own safety, or something that has just been fucking drilled into his mind by the cult members and whatnot, if any of that makes sense? LIKE YALL DONT UNDERSTAND I HAVE LITERALLY WATCHED LIKE HOURS LONG DOCUMENTARIES ON ORPHANAGES AND SATANIC CULTS AND PSYCHOLOGY AND HOW TRAUMA LIKE WHAT EZEKIEL EXPERIENCED CAN FUCK SOMEONE UP, JUST FOR THE SAKE OF WRITING HIM CORRECTLY AND REALISTICALLY. LIKE HE STARTED OFF AS SOME MURDOC NICCALS REJECT WHEN I MADE HIM IN LIKE?? 2015 MAYBE??? BUT NOW, MY MAIN INTEREST IN HIM IS LIKE, HOW FASCINATING HIS FUCKING MIND IS IN A WAY. idk im a big psychology nerd but.

Q4: WHAT FIRST ATTRACTED YOU TO THIS CHARACTER?:

Murdoc

Q5: DESCRIBE THE BIGGEST THING YOU DISLIKE ABOUT YOUR MUSE:

him pushing everyone away! like its one thing to have a self-defense mechanism like where you just generally act kinda mean to drive people off, but Ezekiel can really take it to a whole new level and he really can be like.. a hUGE ASSHOLE BC OF IT. its mostly when he realizes that he may be starting to become close with anyone that it really gets to a bad point and he becomes all the more self-destructive. THIS IS GONNA BE VERY UNSANITARY SO WARNING BUT hes literally told someone in an rp once like “YOURE GOING TO FORCE ME TO EAT YOUR SHIT OR DRINK YOUR FUCKING URINE JUST LIKE THOSE FUCKING PEOPLE IN THE ORPHANAGE DID, ARENT YOU???? IS THAT WHAT YOU FUCKING WANT FROM ME?? TO USE ME, HURT ME, CUT ME, WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT??? WE ARE NEVER GOING TO BE FUCKING FRIENDS YOU GODDAMN IDIOT!!! WHAT THE HELL MADE YOU THINK WE HAD ANYTHING IN COMMON??” AND ITS JUST KINDA.. YIKES SCOOB! but basically hes willing to say just about anything to push people away so he can avoid getting close to anyone

Q6: WHAT DO YOU HAVE IN COMMON WITH YOUR MUSE?:

WE BOTH FEAR AND AVOID ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIPS LIKE THE FUCKIN WIND. also when i was younger i definitely had a tendency to try and make people hate me just to push people away like Ezekiel does but im not like that anymore thankfully!!

Q7: HOW DOES YOUR MUSE FEEL ABOUT YOU?:

oh hed probably try to fucking kill me lol

Q8: WHAT CHARACTERS DOES YOUR MUSE HAVE INTERESTING INTERACTIONS WITH?

HONESTLY LIKE.. P MUCH EVERY INTERACTION EZEKIEL HAS IS SO GOOD. Ezekiel is one of those characters where its very hard to have a boring rp bc he just does so much shit, so like no matter who i rp him with, its bound to be amazing. ALTHOUGH I DO NEED TO MAKE HIM INTERACT WITH MORE PEOPLE TBH!!! the only problem i have when writing him sometimes is actually making him talk to new people, bc of his extreme shut-in attitude and whatnot, so he literally just never starts conversations with anyone he barely knows.

Q9: WHAT GIVES YOU INSPIRATION TO WRITE YOUR MUSE?:

listening to any music that reminds me of him! but otherwise, it usually just comes pretty naturally to me tbh. just some days ill be in the mood for him all day--same with a lot of my characters actually.

Q10: HOW LONG DID THIS TAKE YOU TO COMPLETE?:

A LONG ASS TIME

[pigeonacademic]

In order for Bri to have stolen something from you, you'd need to have something worthy of being taken. From the looks of it, you have literally nothing to give in any arena.

Actually in order to have something stolen from you, they have to take it without permission. That is exactly what that Babyfairy did. I'm sorry but she IS an art thief. (Also its area, not arena.)

Okay, let's say for a moment that what you said was true (which it isn't): It's only stealing if the art is worthy of being taken. You do realize that there is art MUCH better than babyfairy's, right? That means I would have been able to take her artwork and post it on my own blog without any consequence because ITS NOT WORTHY. ( @nanasketchdump art is VERY lovely, and they do traditional media as well as digital, and THAT takes a lot of hard work and it looks fantastic. Therefore, their art is more worthy than babyfairy’s and it would be stealing to take their art, but not babyfairy’s because her art isn’t as professional-looking. )

Also I found a flaw in your logic: If someone thinks its worthy enough to steal, then that means its worthy which would still make it stealing anyways :)

So you're fucked either way. She is still an art thief. She stole something both by definition and even by the backass reason you gave me.

@lethal-cuddles tch, look at this backbreaking reach. 

Besides, people DO think my art is worthy-to the point where I have FAN ART. You know how shocked I was when I found out that people were drawing MY characters?? They actually think my art's good-and they all can draw on expert levels.I mean, you also have to take STYLE into account. Yeah if you want hipster-esque aesthetic art style like babyfairy's, its going to be good. I on the other hand do the sketchy cartoony artwork (Because you got to remember, Bri is a grown ass adult and I'm a teenager. Of course she's going to have more experience and pay for art classes, whereas I have to learn on my own.)  You still think my art isn't good? Well, let me address some of mine: (Yes, you're getting an art showing out of this, mainly just to annoy the fuck out of you but also because I like critiquing my own work, and anyone else who has constructive criticisms please feel free to inbox them)

Apatite relaxing in the bath! (Also take note that I am using a free art program, not a expensive one with all sorts of features so some things are impossible to draw right, like water) Here he's relaxing in the tub, but the post is too stiff, the water looks hilariously cartoony and the tub rim doesn't look comfortable, not to mention that he's supporting his head on the wrong part, so yes it would not be comfortable.

Red Coral in battle, poofing a gem! This is a stylized form with the thick lines, but let's go ahead and find what's wrong with it anyways: The sword is supposed to be a rapier, but the only resemblence it has is the blade. The guard part of it is too big and you can't see his hand or the handle. Look at the way his body is twisted-there is no way that is non-injuring and what is up with his other limbs? What is he hanging off of? Is he leaping or what? Also, look at his arms, they're disproportionate.  As for his head, his hair is a lot less bouncy than it should be for this level of action, and his eye isn't really focused on anything, and his mouth is a bit too far to the right. The background is a eye-watering red (meant to symbolize the urgency of the situation) along with a pitiful boulder in the background, and there's a spot near his sleeve where I forgot to color that in. Also, his outfit needs more folds since its fabric.

A Incubus from a character prompt. Look at his eyes-unevenly spaced and not matching in shape. (The no eyebrows part is intentional) and look at his hairline! Also, his neck and shoulders are awkward-looking, and his hipbones are at the correct place on his body.

Firstly, the lipstick doesn't look like there's been any Blight that scraped their feet against it in the first place. As you can see on the other Blight, he's got enough lipstick on his paws to leave a trail of smudged mess. Looking at his paws, you can see that there should be a hunk of lipstick missing from the stick, but it looks like it hasn't been touched. Also, the shine is in the wrong places and the Blight with lipstick on him has his wings set way too low to where it looks like his wings start there when it’s really lower. 

Oh look its me! As a phoenix hybrid! 

First off that is not really my body type-I’m not fat, but I’m not that thin either. Also I have the wrong face shape AND nose. Example of my actual face: 

See?

The colors on my tail are horrendously done, and it looks more like some trippy patchwork quilt than a bird’s feathered tail. 

The colors are also eye-bleeding and don’t have any shading, I got no fingers and the sparkles look more like polka-dots than sparkles.

There I am again! As a siren this time. 

Tail is not properly tattered, my bones are not even at the right place, my gills are not even spaced apart right, there are a lot of uncolored spots and my hair has so many spaces that it doesn’t look like its part of the background at all. 

PILLOW FIGHT!Okay, so Emerald’s arms are way too short and he’s not holding the pillow properly. His face is also way angular than it should be and his head is turned a funny way, not to mention there’s a space of uncolored background. 

His waistline looks akward and his cloak looks like someone stuck an unflavored Pringles chip on his shoulders, looks stiff.

Topaz’s hair shouldn’t be that stiff either unless he’s gelled it down, he’s also a much smaller size than he usually is, his gem looks more like an outlined mustard stain, his arm looks like the first half of a chopped fish, there’s a miscoloring, and the background under his other arm is the wrong color too. 

The lines on the drawing to indicate movement are too thick.

As for Apatite-

Oh lord-

Now let’s go ahead and compare something to another, because this person’s art is SPECTACULAR (and also way better than babyfairy’s by a looooooooooong shot.) 

This is Emerald 2.0, drawn by the amazing @rooby-the-rapscallion and holy fuck this drawing right here blows everything out of the water. LOOK AT HOW PROPORTIONATE HE IS. Proportions are difficult to get right as it is for cartoon drawing, AND THIS is borderline realism, if not actually realism. Look at the way she drew his hair-it's as close as you can get to his actual hairstyle and not look like some clown wig. She even has the little detail of how shorter strands tend to curl around the face! 

His face-front view of a nose (hard to pull off realistically) his mouth even has that small movement line above it, his eyes are evenly spaced and if you zoom in LOOK at the iris detail!! His eyebrows are really well done too. The gemstone-SHE DREW FACETS and all the little details you'd normally seen in a gem of that cut.

Moving on to the rest of his body, she's drawn muscle definitions in most of the right places, and even has him gripping the bow, something you can see in the knuckles. On his other side, you can see he has his arm extended (with cloak movement to boot) and he's got shading too to indicate where the lighting would be different, like the center of the palm . (It also looks like he's casting something with the little circle around it) 

LOOK at his clothing-there's folds, and not random ones either. The arm extending even has the fabric bunching up, and she gave him a badass cape, and the part where the cloak connects to his neck actually looks like its supporting that without choking him out. If there's one criticism I have about this, it's that the abs look sort of off to me-and granted, I don't see a lot of those, and you still need to consider the fact too that he's lifting his arm, and if you look long enough his shoulder is up, making him a little tilted so the reason why it could look off to me is because most of the time in artwork the other parts of the body aren't considered for movement, but here it looks as if Rooby had drawn it to where all the muscles are being used-Stand up straight and raise your arm. Doesn't your side shift a little bit? Look in the mirror if that helps. 

She pays such close attention to detail its mindblowing, right down to how the rest of the body is affected by movment.And the kicker is that this is not even her best work, she's drawn so many other amazing artwork that outshine this by a milestone, she' s fucking magical.

[tveckling]

126. Road trips to nowhere

AO3 For @mercutihoe

The roar of a car horn that shot through the calm silence nearly made Romeo jump out of his skin, and it definitely made him rip apart the paper he’d been writing on. Clutching at his chest and staring down at his ruined thesis—he had almost come up with a title! A few more tries and he’d get it!—he jerked when the horn sounded again. And again. And a very, very long one. What sort of asshole lunatic had decided to park their loud car on his street? “Hey, Sleeping Beauty, you’re already as pretty as you’ll get so come on already! We don’t have all day!”

Oh, that explained it. Romeo grinned wildly as he hopped from his chair and skipped over to throw his window open. Mercutio was hanging halfway out the driver window of his old and battered, and generally pretty shitty, van, his face lightning up when he saw Romeo. Just to be an ass he pushed the car horn three times in rapid succession, making Romeo snort. “I’m awake, I’m awake,” he shouted over the loud noise. As expected it made the noise stop. “I can see someone who might be in need of some beauty sleep, however.” Mercutio shook his head sadly with a hand dramatically placed on his chest. “How cruel, how cruel you are when disturbed. I would suggest you go straight for the heart instead of the jugular, but with that hairstyle I doubt you’ll be able to see the difference.” Romeo pouted and flicked away some stray hair from his eye. “It’s not that long,” he muttered to himself. “And it’s not like your hair is any shorter!” “But I make it look good.” Mercutio preened and tossed with his head, making Romeo laugh. “You’re saying I don’t?” he asked once he had gotten his laughter under control, leaning out on the windowsill with a wide smile. For some reason that made Mercutio hesitate, and as Romeo waited curiously he muttered something under his breath then shouted, “Get your things and get in, loser, we’re going shopping!” “Are we?” Romeo couldn’t imagine why he would need to ‘get his things’ if they were just going shopping? And besides, Mercutio’s van had been blacklisted from every mall and larger store nearby so he would have grabbed Paris’ car or something, wouldn’t he? “Nah, but it’s blasphemy to not quote Mean Girls when able to,” Mercutio said seriously. Romeo nodded in agreement, though he didn’t quite share Mercutio fascination. “Get things for a few days at least. It’s time for a road trip, baby!” “Awesome! Be right down,” Romeo shouted and closed his window. The remains of his thesis still lay on his desk, but he only spared a quick, guilty look before he put it out of his mind. He’d have time for it when he came back. It took less than a couple minutes to get outside, since he always kept a bag filled with clothes and necessities ready in his room, but he had a feeling Mercutio had just been about to lean on the horn again. After jumping in on the passenger side Romeo threw the bag behind him, and Mercutio started the engine. As always Romeo immediately turned the radio volume down, since Mercutio had the idea that everyone in the neighborhood wanted to hear every word of whatever he was listening to, and Mercutio pouted at him for doing so. It wasn’t a look that had ever worked on him, of course. “So, just you and me, then?” Romeo asked. “Ugh, yeah. Ben is a boring nerd as always, completely ignoring what’s most important in life—me! And you and the rest of his friends, of course—and he’s been focusing completely on his studies. So, no, this is a Benvolio free trip,” Mercutio said with a haughty sniff. “Nice. It’s been a while since we got together like this, just the two of us.” Romeo played with the radio for a while, finally settling on a station that didn’t have too bad music. “Yeah.” Mercutio fell silent after that, which was odd in itself, but when Romeo looked over he shrugged with a carefree smile and turned back to his driving. Romeo smiled back and leaned against the window, looking at the houses passing by. The trip continued like that for a few hours, the two of them sometimes chatting a little but mostly keeping a comfortable silence between them, until they had left the city far behind them. Romeo stretched and looked over at Mercutio, reaching out to poke at his cheek. The dusk was well settling in, so it wouldn’t be a bad idea to find someplace to settle for the night. “So where we going, anyway?” “No clue,” Mercutio answered and swatted at Romeo’s finger. “Just driving.” “Ah, one of those trips. Okay. Well, where are we now? Maybe we’re heading towards someplace interesting.” “Yeah, about that… I have no idea. I was lost, like, ten minutes after we left your street.” Mercutio didn’t even look at him. Romeo stayed silent and let his look speak for him. “Oh, shut up,” Mercutio glanced over and waved his hand in Romeo’s face. “If you’re so good at this shit, then why don’t you know where we are? You’ve been in the car just as long as I’ve been.” “I’m not the one driving; I don’t have to know where we are.” Romeo grabbed Mercutio’s hand and they had a short tug-of-war before Romeo released it. “Fine, you got me in the car for a trip you have no plan for, and then immediately got us lost. Am I supposed to fear for my life? Are you going to drive out into the woods and kill me and make sure no one can ever find me again?” “Yes, that’s precisely what I’m going to do. You found me out! And so much quicker than I expected. Well done, padawan, well done indeed.” Mercutio snorted. “We’ll just drive until we find some place to stop, and then we’ll see where we are.” Romeo pouted—he hated being called a padawan. He’d be just as much of a jedi knight as Mercutio would be, not some inferior apprentice. “Sure. And not that I don’t like these random unplanned trips of yours, and I think Ben can be a stick in the mud about planning sometimes, but I like to at least know where I am.” “We’re getting there, don’t worry.” That was the last they spoke for the next hour, until, finally, they saw a sign for a bed and breakfast. It turned out to be a smaller house owned by a nice, older man who happily opened for them despite the late hour and chatted while he led them to their room, where they found they’d have to share a single bed. He had six rooms, he told them apologetically, but two were being renovated and the rest were already in use, so that room was the only one he could offer. For their troubles they would only have to pay for one person. Romeo didn’t bother looking at Mercutio for his opinion, because it was Mercutio’s fault they were there after all, before he smiled, thanked the man, and said that they would take the room. He kept smiling until the door had closed behind the man, then he sighed long and hard and fell down face first into the bed. It didn’t feel too bad, he noted absently. “Okay, we know where we are, we have a room for the night, we know what destination we’re going and everything.  Are you still mad?” Mercutio nudged Romeo’s foot with his own. “I’m not mad,” said Romeo unintelligible, what with his face burrowed into the bed sheets. After another nudge he raised his head and repeated the words, then turned to lie on his back instead so he could speak without problems. “I’m not, really. I was, but I got over it. You’re the one who’s been acting weird, not me.” “What, we’re shifting blame now?” Mercutio asked, but his snort was amused rather than annoyed. Not that Romeo would have cared much if he had been annoyed; he knew Mercutio far too well for that. “You were weird even before we started driving. Did you think I wouldn’t notice?” Romeo shifted to look at Mercutio who was standing next to the bed, looking down on him with an unreadable face. Normally Romeo would have taken the challenge and done his best to figure out what feelings hid behind that face, but now he was more interested in continuing his line of thought. “And then the whole drive you’ve been quiet and thoughtful, only talking when I started a conversation. It was nice, don’t get me wrong, but that is so not the regular you. Something’s on your mind, isn’t it? Tell me. That’s what you took me along for, wasn’t it?” Mercutio stood silently and stared for a while, while Romeo patiently looked back at him, until he groaned and sat down on the edge of the bed. He tried glaring at Romeo, but they could both tell it was half-hearted at best. “Sometimes you’re far more perceptive than anyone has a right to be, you know that?” “And I know you won’t talk about feelings or be serious unless someone forces you kicking and screaming into a situation where you must be.” Romeo smiled, calm and at peace, far more than Mercutio. “So tell me. You know you can tell me anything.” Mercutio made a face at the clichéd sentence, then sighed heavily and rubbed his face. “Do I have to? Can’t we just- it was nice, why don’t we just not talk about it and continue the trip without any serious conversations? That’s a nice idea, isn’t it?” “It is. But it won’t happen. I’m dragging you kicking and screaming, so talk.” “I wouldn’t say I’m either kicking or screaming right now,” Mercutio muttered. “I think you would notice if I were.” When he fell silent Romeo let him; he could take as long as he wanted to, as long as he didn’t try to escape or change subject. “It’s stupid, that’s what it is. You know. You’ve been the type to fall for people, left and right, but I’m not- like that. I don’t do feelings. You flirt with someone, you have sex, you say thanks, and that’s it, you go your separate ways. Why go to trouble with anything more than that, you know?” Romeo hummed agreeably, encouraging Mercutio to go on. “And I don’t even know if I’m even- it’s not like it has to be. It could be puberty, you know.” Mercutio rolled his eyes at Romeo’s snort. “Yeah, I know we’re far past puberty, thanks for pointing it out. I’m just saying. Maybe some things take longer to show up than others? I don’t know. Or it could just be that I’m confused, thinking it’s something when it’s really something completely different.” Romeo smiled and rolled his eyes. It was time to interrupt or Mercutio would keep on going in circles without ever saying something. “I’m going to describe something. Just listen, and then after you can say if you recognize any of it, okay?” While he waited for Mercutio’s nod Romeo sat up so they were face to face. “When you wake up, alone in your bed, you get the feeling that there is something missing. You can’t put your finger on it, but it stays with you the rest of the day—until you see that one person, that one special person that you’ve been finding yourself thinking about plenty of times that day. And the person smiles at you, and even if you wanted to you don’t think you would be able to not smile back. You talk, and you find yourself thinking that you could listen to this person talk forever, about anything at all. And when they laugh you feel your heart grow lighter just by listening to them, and if you could you would record the sound so you could fall asleep listening to it. "Hours can feel like minutes around this person, but at the same time you feel wrapped in a sense that you’re in a moment that will last forever. Anything seems to be worth the time or effort if it means you can spend time with them. You could spend hours in the library, just sitting shoulder to shoulder, or drive around aimlessly for days, only in each other’s company. And when you touch—” Romeo’s smiled widened as he noticed he had Mercutio’s complete attention. He reached out to curl one hand around Mercutio’s, and noticed the hitch in Mercutio’s breathing. “—when you touch each other it sends a small, tingling sensation through your entire body. It feels right, in a way few other things can feel. Your mind is suddenly filled with thoughts of moving closer, of feeling more. You didn’t even notice when that missing sensation you woke up with disappeared.” Mercutio’s tongue quickly wet his lips as Romeo shifted a little closer, and his eyes kept looking anywhere but at Romeo’s face. “What’s-” he started hoarsely. Romeo chuckled and cupped Mercutio’s face. “Sometimes you’re far less perceptive than anyone has a right to be, you know that?” he said. When Mercutio finally looked at him, with a mixture of outrage and guarded hope, Romeo closed the distance between them and kissed him softly. When he leaned back again Mercutio sat still, looking at him through heavy-lidded eyes. “You knew?” “I started suspecting a while ago. I wasn’t entirely sure until today.” Romeo lied down again and stretched, not missing the way Mercutio’s eyes followed his movements. “And you’re not-” “I am very okay with it. More than okay.” Romeo beckoned for Mercutio to come closer, then pulled him down and crashed their mouths together in a significantly less gentle kiss. When they finally parted, both breathing hard, he grinned up at Mercutio. “You really are more unaware than I thought. I’ve been flirting with you for weeks, trying to see if you really were interested or not, and you’ve flirted back but in such a way I never knew if if was a joke or not. It was maddening!” Mercutio sniggered, resting his head against Romeo’s collarbone. “I had no idea,” he confessed. When he raised his head there was a look in his eye that made Romeo’s stomach tingle. ”I am very, very interested. If you’d like I’d be happy to show you.“