#can you guys believe i havent drawn this man yet

[jeanivere]

you are a pretty man, arthur morgan.

[volfoss]

how about ranking bucciarati's team?

regret to inform you that ur gonna get a very long answer bc i have passionate feelings about them all! also trish is in this bc she is part of the team and no one will tell me otherwise and will also include some rambling bc it is me and i have so many feelings towards these characters and none of them r cohesive

under the cut just in case (post writing yes it was long)

Giorno Giovanna:

way way more complex than ppl normally give him credit for (i will not go into feelings on how a majority of the fandom treats him unless ppl want me to then i will in fact make a very long ranty post and will not be stopped)

mildly op (esp at the beginning with how hes kind of able to just use his stand really well w no problems altho i think thats true of most of the jojos that we have seen animated?)

i am emotionally attached to him and want to give him a big hug

hes just a kinda goofy kid and is maybe a bit not good with figuring out hey this is a semi dangerous situation maybe i shouldnt be taunting him (leaky eye luca for example)

has the actual best theme

i love how he works off the rest of the team so well (even w members who do not like him)

is in my top 3 jojos i love this kid sm i would adopt him if he was real

7/10

Bruno Bucciarati:

the fucking way his character develops from licky man to best dad material is my favorite thing

his outfit is so so so good i would die to wear it

in general this man is one of my fave jojos characters and i get a lot of comfort from him

hes just really neat and has a good taste in music

he did his fucking best and i will always love him for that

imo the way that his death was drawn out was genuinely one of the most heartbreaking deaths in the entire series and fucks me up each time i think of it

i feel like he really is the one to hold the team together in a way that everyone feels cared for and saved

def has a savior complex tho for sure

dilf but im ace

also manga superiority bc he either makes the stupidest faces or looks very nice (anime has a lot of weird animation in regards to his face) and also because its lingerie there instead of a tattoo that changes thickness and placement every second

10/10

Leone Abbacchio:

guilty pleasure liking man

i am obsessed with his vibes and wish to become him

i cannot physically express just how much i love him but hes one of my faves of all time (not obvious by my theme at all wdym)

i miss his manga palette but also the colored manga isnt my beloved but also black lipstick abba

hot take maybe but anime abba looks better than manga minus the lipstick debacle

hes so so tall and i will steal his height in a nice way

his past man his past it fucks me up

his death fucks me up normally but when i was rewatching recently, i saw he gave this tiny lil smile after helping the kids get their ball and i could not take it anymore

him and brunos relationship (canonically and out of canon too) is one of my favorites in the series

also fandom hot take as i guess i am doing those for everyone- but ppl either have him as cosntantly trying to murder giorno or being like good son and v out of character, and it is really weird? not sayign that ill do better when i write them but also like im convinced some ppl havent seen the show or smth

i will steal both him and bruno and marry them both <3

this man is beloved i love him to death

10/10

Pannacotta Fugo:

i cannot spell his first name to save my life

also fandom take- ppl make him constantly only angry boy all the time and it really irks me. ik araki did not give him 2 much to work w in terms of canon personality but its frustrating

the light novel purple haze feedback is so so so good and adds sm to his character and i really like it for that!

fugo is one of those that imo deserves a lot and didnt get that

genuinely the vibes between how he treats narancia is v interesting to me, like its clear he cares about nara but nara not doing great w math really frustrates him

i love their interactions and how he is genuinely a kind person at times

the manga colors r superior here, my strawberry boy <3

i just really love and appreciate him a lot and wish that ppl gave him more love

i keep getting assigned him on kin quizzes

very smart good boy

ALSO ok fugo did not do any wrong by leaving

unsure if thats a hot take but i genuinely dont blame the character one bit for leaving and again purple haze feedback really delves into that and why he did it

if ur a fugo fan go read it

his past is really upsetting esp in the anime i will cry over it

his stand is adorable and i wanna hug it

his vibes r fun and i wanna gift him strawberry dangly earrings

8/10

Narancia Ghirga:

this boy i am also adopting (i am adopting most of them sorry)

i really hate how ppl act as if hes stupid bc bad math skills do not equal stupid like did ppl not see the fight w formaggio??

the way he just fucking dove into the water after the boat and how brunos face went all soft and happy it will never not make me cry

he is constnatnly making me wanna cry if i think too much about him for 2 seconds i love him sm

how can anyone not adore him when he set an entire street on fire yk

hes just happy despite his past and it makes me sad i love nara sm

torture dance is one of my favorite memes from the show

ALSO ok the way he died so suddenly absolutely broke me bc the remaining team members r really just seeing everyone die in front of them so quickly

his goofy and laid back moments r my fave

i love just how loyal and caring he is to his friends

his stand is really cool and again the fight w formaggio was so fun to watch

8/10

Guido Mista:

probably my least favorite member of the team for a semi good reason:

the jokes towards trish are really really uncomfy and how fugo doesnt wanna be involved but he is pushing him to do something that makes him uncomfortable did not make me like him a lot

hes goofy but not goofy enough for me to be ok with the repeated jokes about that esp in the body swap episode (ik it was supposed to be funny but it just felt off)

his vibes r good but i wish we got to see his hair

the fandom interpretation is normally pretty good of him overall?

despite not loving him a lot, i really enjoying writing for him (one day might open up headcanon requests or smth but unsure)

hes someone id wanna watch movies w but his taste in movies and mine r very different

love how he and his stand get along

honestly has very very good comedic potential

i really like how he and giorno interact as the series goes on (in a platonic way i need to clarify that i love their friendship)

again him in purple haze feedback was really interesting

probably a 5/10?

Trish Una:

beloved and deserved better

her first outfit in the manga > outfit in the anime

actually in general i believe in manga trish superiority like her hair in the manga looks so cool

her stand her stand her stand i love sm

if u dont include trish in the group i am murdering u <3

HER CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT!!!! IS SO GOOD!!!!!!

fandom gripe is how people either pretend she does not exist or has the trish first introduction thing where shes using her defense mechanisms and acting a bit spoiled

OK but her in purple haze feedback!!! mild spoilers but how bruno was taking care of her post the ending of vento aureo makes me so happy each time i think of it

very mad that she canonically didnt really get an ending and yet again PHF my beloved actually gave her that

how spice girl starts out as a stand thats helping her thru a very stressful situation is so cool and i love it

DAD BRUNO DAD BRUNO DAD BRUNO *frothes at the mouth*

but more seriously how she leans on bruno and begins 2 trust him and nearly point blank is referring to him as a father figure always fucks me up

esp because of the resulting fight afterwards

and the very ending of the arc that ends w bruno being like bye gonna go in the clouds and look ethereal now, oh man it makes me so sad

bc giorno is the only one that knew what happened and people that were closer to bruno due to knowing him longer didnt

i wanna see how trish coped w that personally

despite being introduced not at the beginning i think her arc and character in general were as well paced as it could be!

9/10

finally done! sorry that took so long but oh man i have so many feelings towards these guys its not even funny

[doodlegraveyard]

Hey uhh I'm sure you noticed the spam! I also really love family hcs and I really enjoy forming them and I'm glad you do too!! I love all of your characters designs and I am SO GAY for iidas buff aunt. Are there other charas you've been thinking fams up for??? (Also I'm turning post notifs on bc uhhhhh yes pls)

Hi!! Thanks and sorry it took a while for me to write this up- I meant to have a drawing but everyone I havent drawn yet, I don’t have a design for lolI LOVE Making family headcanons. It’s neat to think about the parents’ quirks but I especially like thinking about it as a characterization thing - most of the cast are teens, they’re still kids, so their families are important!!

Of those I haven’t drawn yet/still have to think of (whose parents haven’t canonically appeared) there’s shoji, sato and aoyama (I’ve kind of doodled Minas parents but don’t have a lot on them yet except her dad is a small, tired pink man and her mom is a 6ft tall horned Amazon lady)

The Yaoyorozus are fun - we get a little info about her mom being a little stricter from some of the ovas, I think she’s the one who has the Creation quirk and who I believe homeschooled and fostered momos genius intellect. She’s one of those parents who doesn’t realize how much pressure they put on their kids…her dad was a fun opportunity to lean into ‘eccentric rich guy’. He loves recreation medieval weaponry, collects things like swords and armor from all over the world. Loves all kinds of weapons-sports-fetching, archery, shooting, etc. and those are the things he’d take momo out to do, which is why her combat instinct is to pull out a sword or a cannon lol

I also had some ideas about hagakure parents- in smash we see they’re both also invisible but I was thinking they’re both different kinds of invisibility, and slightly imperfect, as compared to Toru, whose perfect invisibility is probably one of a kind

I think that outside of the siblings I’ve designed already the rest of the kids are only children, except maybe I can imagine sato or shoji having a sibling who is either much older or much younger

(PS I also love Tenyuu and I was surprised by how positive the reaction to her but I guess we all just gays waiting for a buff woman with a good jawline to be our mommy)

[slut-for-fandoms]

Paint me yours (kth x reader) PART 1

Pairings: Artist!Taehyung x reader

Genre: smut, fluff, angst (in the following chapters) 

Summary:  You are an art college student who struggles with finances. Until one day, on an exhibition of the arising artist Kim Taehyung, when the same boy offers you a job as his model. Would it be just a simple job or would it complicate your life in ways you have never thought it would?

Warnings: none in this one (perhaps my bad writing and lots of mistakes?) 

A/N: So here is the first chapter. I really don’t know what to think about it as i haven’t written anything in more than a year (so sorry guys but now I am back, yey) I really do hope you like it and please let me know what you think and whether you would like to be tagged in the series ♥ Enjoy 

Euphoria. Excitement. Happiness. Exaltation. A complete symphony of colors and emotions. Blue, purple, violet, azure - blended in such a way that glues you to the masterpiece. At places it seems unfinished, raw, as though the creator has been in a hurry. But at the same time it is so detailed that you wonder how long it took him to create it. It represents a woman, or to be more precise, a young girl. Long hair composed with ochre, amber, honey and a hint of gold, covers half of her pale face. Her lips are the perfect combination of red, cheery, wine and auburn. An orderly chaos of colors.

While everything seems just as raw painting, the most capturing features are the eyes. They are so detailed and express the condition of the girl. The sparks that make her look tangible grabs you on a roller coaster of thoughts and feelings and somehow makes you even experience the same state.  I move to the next painting.

Sadness. Affliction. Pain. Torment. The contrast between the used shades is much deeper. Pale yet dark. The more I look at it, the more it captivates me. All of the creations I saw were beyond amazing, complete masterpieces but this one… This one is different. One look and I got this strange feeling in my guts when we anticipate something bad, something that might hurt us.

The background is composed of dark shades, while the girl is sculpted of the pale range of colors. Again, the most detailed parts are the eyes. You get the feeling as if a soul was trapped inside the drawn girl that shows how much she suffers. The more you contemplate, the more you assume that the darkness around her represents the cruel world, while the bright yet shaded colors shows how fragile and broken she is. Is it from the world? What destroyed her? Who made her look like a shattered vase which parts are no longer going to form its beautiful shape?

Holding my glass of champagne I took some steps back and sat on the settee opposite the painting. Thanks god it wasn’t that low as they use to be in other galleries. I crossed my legs which caused the hem of my black dress to roll up slightly. As an art student, I tend to visit many exhibitions in order to get inspiration, gain knowledge of the new and unorthodox styles and improve mine. I can’t say I am complaining as we are given free access to any kind of such events. This is beyond amazing as now I am contemplating the art of one of the rising artists – Kim Taehyung. Honestly, I have never seen him but the critics consider him the new Van Gogh and now I understand why.

When I came I was so uneven about it, all the people here were rich and classy and I, a broken student with a cheap dress borrowed from her friend, had no place here. Everything was out of my league and I felt like garbage disfiguring this place.

“You seem really immersed into the picture.”, someone chucked, bringing me out of my thoughts. I looked up and saw man in golden suit and two glasses of champagne in his hands. His smile was so bright, genuine, that it made me blush slightly, “May I?”, he titled his head towards the settee as if asking if it was free.

“Ye- yeah, of course”, I stuttered and put a lock of fallen hair behind my ear.

His smile grew bigger and he took the free seat next to me.

“Here.”, he gave me one of the glasses. I looked up at him confused, “I saw that you have already finished yours so…”, I looked at my glass which was empty. I might have stayed there for a way longer time that I have thought. I left the glass on the floor next to the settee.

“Thank you.”, I gave him a smile, although inside I was feeling embarrassed, “Very fond of you.”, I said after taking the offered glass.

“Well, I just wouldn’t have forgiven myself if I have left such a beautiful lady sitting here by her side. The champagne was just an excuse to approach you.”, I bit my lip and tried to hide myself due to the blush that crept on my face.

“You are even more appealing when blushing.”, okay, I have never believed I could become so red but here I am.

“Please, stop.”, I stuttered through the smile that just grew bigger on my face.

“Why?”, he tilted his head and asked me with that sweet smirk still placed on his face, his eyes never leaving my figure, “you don’t like honest people?”, as a response I chuckled and tried to gain my dignity and look at him. Why was I such a blushing mess around this… stranger…a handsome stranger?

“It is just that you are the first one to approach me this evening.”, a slight feeling of sadness made my stomach turn as I recall the events, pardon, the lack of them from this night. I started playing with my hands as something as pity overwhelmed me.

“Well-”, his deep baritone voice made me look at him. This time he was facing the painting in front of us which gave me the opportunity to survey him. Soft pink lips, sweet roundy nose, medium long light eyelashes. Skin in the color of bronze and a golden suit that make him look like a god. Aristocratic hands with long fingers, adorned with rings. The way he is holding the glass gives you the thoughts that a prince is sitting oppose you, “It is their lose.”, he states after locking his eyes with mine. And then I’m completely lost. They are just like the sad girls’ in the paintings – full of emotions. I see the same spark that leads directly to his soul. It captivates you. There is love, care, tenderness that make my heart skips a beat. But also you can spot something wild and intriguing. An abyss of feelings kept locked deep inside.

He took a sip of his champagne which caught my attention and made me break the eye contact. How could such a simple action as drinking makes me wanna grab the brushes and paint this gorgeous creature on the canvas?

“I can’t say I am complaining of that.”, I followed his movements and took a taste of my drink, “They seem like they are here only for talking. All of them are just chit-chatting and just at times spare a glance at the paintings. It – It just looks like a gathering of the rich and bitchy class.”, suddenly he burst into laughing. Oh that sound… It was like a soft melody for my years I could listen to all day. It was so infectious and addicting.

“What?”, I asked confused but with a smile plastered on my face.

“I couldn’t have said it more correctly. I’ve met everybody in the gallery and yet you are the only one contemplating the works.”

“Isn’t that what we are supposed to do on an exhibition? But apart from that, these paintings, these masterpieces…”, I took a breath like looking at the sad girl opposite me, “they are captivating. There is life in them, there is soul. Undoubtedly the artist is one of the best I’ve ever come across. Many have the ability to draw, few have the talent to create a masterpiece, something that makes you stop and think. And these here, they indeed convey more than a hundred words.”

“And where do you think that comes from?”, he asks me in that deep voice of his. I turn my attention back on him to see the man already looking at me with a stern expression showing nothing.

“The ability to make a painting live?”, he nodded his head in agreement, “Pain.”

“Pain?”

“Pain. It is always the pain. Why do you think the greatest artists are those who have suffered the most?  Sadness, sorrow, ache, agony… they are different than the other feelings. When something good happens to you, you are happy for a short moment. Usually those moments tends to be forgotten way easier than the moments that our soul was in pain. It is just that the affliction we bottle inside us ruins us in the end. The knots in our stomach, the suffocating feeling in our chest… they are tormenting us and we all need a way to express them somehow, to try to get them out of us. And the answer is always the art. It doesn’t matter whether it would be with a brush or a pen in our hands, if we are going to compose a poem, song or just draw something.  We just want the pain away. For its tight fist around our hearts to weaken, for its dark thoughts to leave us at peace at night, for the tears to stop rolling down and choke us.”, I paused in order to take a sip of my champagne, feeling his eyes following my movements, “That is one of the reasons why I like this one so much.”, I continued pointing at the work before us, “It look as if not only the model had been sad, but also the artist.”, when I turned around he had a sad smile on his face. For a moment I saw the abyss – full of sorrow and regret, pain and affliction.

“You can’t be more right.”, and once again, as he looked up, the door to his soul closed with that stern expression, “That is why I don’t know whether I like this work or not.”

“It recalls a bad event?”

“It recalls the day I painted her.”

My eyes were so wide that surely they were going to pop out of my head. I opened my mouth, then close it, then opened it again. I was so shocked that I could say nothing.

“I still remember how heartbroken she was.”

“You- you are the artist?”, my voice raised an octave higher and I cursed myself.

“Surprised?”, he asked smiling at my shocked expression.

“You just caught me off guard.”

And then the rest of the night kind of slips my mind. I don’t really know how long we’d been talking through various topics. Whatever felt like hours had only been half an hour once I saw the watch on my hand.

“Unfortunately, as a host, I need to make a speech. It was nice to meet you -”

“(Y/N)!”, answering I took his hand as he helped me get up from the settee.

“(Y/N).”, he said tasting my name and I could not miss the way his tongue rolled and the deep voice that sent shivers down my spine, “A beautiful name for a way more gorgeous girl.”

“Why are you trying to make my blush so hard?”, I asked trying to hide my face.

“I don’t know. I just like it.”, he shrugged with a smile, “Can I ask you something, (Y/N)?”, is it just me or he just lowered his voice on purpose while saying my name.

“O-Of course.”, out of nervousness I started playing with my own hands which only made his smirk grow bigger.

“Would you like to be my model, darling?”

[ninzied]

another kind of goodbye

for @carry-the-sky. happy birthday, my friend! have a little post-cancellation kastle fic.

It’s three months, give or take, when Frank lets himself think about her again. Really think about her. Not in the passing kind of way, where he’s walking down some street and sees a bouquet of gardenias, like the kind he’d almost gotten her instead of the roses that day. Or when he’s sipping on coffee, and Karen’s face flashes like a mirage at him across the cheap Formica table – blonde hair almost white under the shit diner lighting, but those eyes still so blue as she told him he would never lie to her.

So – okay, so he thinks about her. He thinks about her.

(He wonders if she—)

Frank eventually makes his way back to the city again, after. Another day, another job. Madani thinks he’s meant for something greater than this – than picking off these scum-of-the-earth kinds of assholes that litter the streets of a place like New York.

He can’t believe that he was meant for greater, but. Sometimes, he does wonder. If a part of him – whatever part of him that’s not still buried deep down in the ground with his family – was meant to come back here. To walk these streets and feel the pull of her, always, even when that’s all he can afford to feel.

He tells himself that has to be enough.

He’s been laying low, since his return. Coughed up some cash for a three-hundred-square-footer in Brooklyn, but he crosses the bridge to the city most days, maybe even finds his way to Hell’s Kitchen from time to time too. It’s risky, he knows. If Murdock catches wind of him, they’d be lucky to walk away from each other in one piece. And Karen…

There’d be a different kind of hell to pay, if Karen ever found out.

His phone gives a single buzz in his pocket as he’s hunkering his way down 47th, and he stops in his tracks, nearly colliding with an elderly woman in the middle of the sidewalk.

“Excuse me!” she says in a shrill voice, bag clutched tight to her chest.

“Apologies, ma’am,” he nods as she makes a show of putting as much distance between them as possible, and then he fishes his phone out, hesitating for one absurd moment before glancing down at the screen.

Back in town yet, Castle?

He barks out a laugh. Chrissakes, Madani.

His phone buzzes again.

I have a job for you, if you’re still interested.

“Still,” mutters Frank, with a scoffing shake of his head. He thinks he admires her perseverance, but Madani’s gotta know she’s only wasting her breath.

He cuts south down 10th, toward Lincoln Tunnel. It’s a brisk day, and the wind on his face feels sharper than usual, considering he hasn’t bled much there in a while. He jams his hands deeper into his pockets, ignoring the insistent drone of Madani’s follow-up call.

He’s got a date with a park bench on the wrong side of town, and if he closes his eyes, he can pretend it’s the same bridge overlooking the water, and when he opens them again Karen’ll be there, waiting for him.

…

His closest call comes with, of all people, the lawyer. Not Red – the other one. Franklin Nelson.

Frank’s emerging with coffee two storefronts down just as another door opens, and he’s cursing himself for not seeing the signs when out tumbles Nelson with his back turned, adjusting his tie against the wind.

“Foggy bear, wait!” someone else is laughing, and a blonde lady steps out to chase after him, slinging a purse over her shoulder and reaching with her other hand to link around his elbow.

“I told him this was gonna make me late for work,” grumbles Nelson, but without any heat to the words. “Dad’s surprise party isn’t until tomorrow, don’t know why this couldn’t have waited – oh, crap, I forgot I told Karen I’d pick up some coffee—”

Nelson’s about-facing sharply, girlfriend following closely behind. He doesn’t appear to notice Frank crouched down in a corner by the 7-Eleven, hood obscuring half his face as he trains his eyes on the ground by their feet. The girl unearths some coins from her bag as they pass, clinking them onto the lid of Frank’s coffee cup without seeming to hear his low mutter of thanks.

He’s leapt up the moment he hears the door latch shut, brushing the coins into his palm as he goes.

He leaves them with a guy camped out by the train stop, a dog lifting her head from their blankets to blink sleepy eyes up at Frank, and he walks away harder, takes the steps two at a time and wishes – God he wishes—

…

Another text from Madani.

He shuts his phone off. Goes back to retrieve it ten seconds later from the trash can that he’d dumped it in, wiping it down and scowling as her message pops up on the screen.

Castle – offer still stands, FYI.

“You should call her back,” advises a man huddled down by the newsstands next to him. His face is like leather, worn down and weathered with age, with living. “Apologize for whatever it is that you did, so you don’t end up out here like me.”

“Already there,” Frank tells him, turning the phone over and over in his hand. Madani’s message lights up again each time, flashing and flashing until he sees it like a burn through his retinas even when the phone’s no longer facing him.

“Damn. That’s a damn shame.” The guy shifts, scratching at a spot on his back. “Maybe shouldn’t’ve stayed away from her for so long.”

Frank shakes his head, uttering a short, incredulous laugh. “Well, maybe I got my reasons, yeah? You think about that?”

“Doesn’t matter what I think,” shrugs the guy. “Does she think they’re any good? These reasons of yours?”

Frank turns away, jaw working furiously.

“Yeah.” The guy shouldn’t have any right to sound as smug as he does, and yet. “Yeah, I didn’t think so.”

…

He’s got no place in coming here. He knows it. He knows it, but he thinks it was always meant to be this way, him circling back around to her, even after everything that he’s done to push her away. Maybe a part of him had never left. And the rest is just – there, hovering right at the edge of some sharp realization, that he could try to be whole again if he simply took that first step. And a part of Karen must at least sense that. It’s why she’d never really given up on him, before.

It doesn’t change how I feel about you.

Frank wonders if she’d forgive him this time. If he’d even want her to.

It wouldn’t be anything close to what he deserves, that’s for goddamn sure.

He gazes up at her fire escape, counts the number of steps it would take just to be able to reach that bottom rung from his vantage point across the street. Her shades are drawn, the lines of them blurred out in the dim orange light. On one corner of the windowsill, wedged up against the glass, there’s a small stack of books. On the other, a vase. From this angle, the shadows folded into the fabric of her curtains look almost like flower stems.

Frank squints, and the stems disappear.

…

There’s about a week in between, where he feels himself inching closer to something, each time he drops by her block. He never goes farther than the patch of sidewalk across from her building, but it’s getting harder not to just careen over the ledge.

More than anything, he wishes he knew, in those moments obscured in half-darkness, whether he’s come to look for that after she’d spoke of, or if he’s come to say goodbye.

Then, one day he spots flowers in her window, for the first time since—

(They’re pale white against the cream of her curtains, their stems dark slivers of green, and he imagines them pricking the pad of his thumb, drawing up a spot of blood.)

Frank takes a deep breath.

…

She doesn’t look surprised to see him when she opens the door, swinging it back two-thirds of the way before stopping. Her lips are pressed tightly together, like there’s too much to say, or maybe there’s things that she can’t, either way he can’t read her and he thinks she’s never terrified him more.

Frank drops his gaze, mouth moving soundlessly until the words grind their way out. “How’d you know I was here, Karen?”

He’s not sure what kind of answer he’s expecting. That Nelson had grown a real pair of eyes, or that Red had managed to ferret him out of his lurking somehow. Or maybe Karen really just hadn’t known at all, and those flowers were never for him.

What Karen says instead is, “Dinah and I grab a beer together, sometimes.”

“That right?” he asks, trying to lay out an image of this in his mind. It sits strangely there, stumping him for a moment, and some of his bewilderment must show on his face because Karen’s mouth almost turns up in a smile before flattening again.

She leans away from the doorjamb, waving her hand in a worn-looking gesture before letting it drop to her side. “Besides, you…haven’t exactly been subtle, in your haunting of Hell’s Kitchen.”

He doesn’t know what to say to that, other than a gruff, “’S’what dead men do, Karen,” as she folds her arms and sighs at him.

“You sure you’re not just losing your touch, Frank?” She steps into the doorway, whether to move closer to him or to block him out of her apartment, he can’t tell. “Or was it because you wanted me to know but couldn’t tell me to my face?”

His eyes snap up to hers, twitching slightly under the sharp weight of her gaze. He shakes his head, wishing he could just ask her, What do you want from me, Karen? but they’re long past that now, and if he can’t find his own way to answer her, then.

God, he really doesn’t deserve this woman.

“I think I—” He shifts his body and tries again. “I think I needed to figure some things out. Karen. I was waiting 'til I felt like I was ready, and I don’t think I’ll ever be that.” But I’m here, he wants to say, but I’m here.

“Yeah.” Karen’s nodding, hair falling into her face, and she brushes it back, resting her chin in her palm for a moment. “I know that, Frank.” All of the fight in her seems to have ebbed slowly back, and he resists the urge to reach out and shake the storm back into motion, to make her understand she doesn’t get to let him off the hook so easy.

The look she gives him now is softer, but he knows. Fight’s not done. May never be done. And he knows this because he knows he’ll never stop fighting for her.

She’s stepped back into the door, letting it swing open further. She doesn’t invite him in, but she’s quirked an eyebrow up at him, biting her lip with another deep sigh and a shake of her head.

“You, uh.” Frank glances back and forth at their surroundings, doesn’t quite meet her eye. Tries to lighten his tone through the gruffness as he asks her, “So, you wanted to see me?”

Her voice is soft, forbearing, with a hint of gentle knowing behind it. “You didn’t?”

She’s holding back the clear start of a smile from him this time, and Frank. Christ. It’s taking everything in him not to step toward her, to—

Karen tilts her chin at him, the motion loosening another wave of blonde hair, and he can’t remember anymore why he was trying so hard to stand back from all this. He’s moving, swaying forward until she’s just an arm’s length away, and there’s something almost teasing about the way she relaxes her shoulder into the door as she watches him.

“You back to kill some people, Frank?”

He feels a corner of his mouth turn up. This girl. He licks his lips, lets out a quiet sort of laugh. “That was the plan, yeah.”

Karen gazes up at him, unblinking. “Have you?”

“I was—” Frank has to look away for a moment, finally turning back when he can. His eyes are steady, boring into hers, voice low and full with meaning. “I was. Working on it.”

Karen nods. Doesn’t speak for long seconds, and he measures them out in heartbeats, chest tightening hard enough it feels like it might break when she asks him, very carefully, “Still?”

Frank steps closer, close enough to feel the way her breath shakes with a small sigh, how her body moves away from the door to meet him.

His hand is inches from hers, but he doesn’t reach for her. Not yet.

She waits, gaze searching. He gives the barest shake of his head, and a single word, gravel-filled, a promise. “No.”

Something cracks open in her expression, and it means everything to him, her head ducking away as though she can’t have him looking too closely at the way she's biting back that smile of hers, and he thinks – he thinks he wants to make her do it again, and again, for as long as she will have him.

“Would you like to come in, Frank?”

He takes her hand in his this time, feeling the pull of her as he steps across the threshold, door shutting firmly behind them, and it feels like coming home.

[hidewari]

Do you think Hide generally loves Kaneki or if It is some kind of bromance? I think it's romantic love just because it's makes more sense considering his actions then bromance but I'm seeing all these posts of 'HideKane fans are misunderstanding Hides 'confession' and I'm just so sad. I'm 100% sure it is romantic love...

@sweetgm2 said:I read tgre ch 148 and my major question is: What kind of love did Hide mean when he said he loves Kaneki? Does you know the Japanese raw meaning for that moment cause I’m fangirling so hard right now. Our son is back and as beautiful as ever and he is so pure in his devotion to Kaneki I’m just like askdksaksnsj

anonymous said:i like hidekane and all, but im kind of annoyed by the people screaming abt how gay it is and how canon their ship is bc hide said “i love him”, when suki ‘好き’ was used, not ai'愛’ or koi'恋’ or anything which p much strictly indicate romance. real talk if my boy hide got some romantic feelings for kaneki im happy as long as he is but like. it’s the s h i p p e r s im annoyed w yk. like pls dont give me long ass rants abt how u kno it’s romantic when i s p e a k japanese (not @ u just in general)

@gooodluckmode said:Hi! I was wondering if we knew what type of love hide said in that panel? I’ve been trying to find a post about it but havent been able to ;_;

anonymous said:French reporting here! In our translation they went by “parce que je l'aime” which is really as ambigous as the other… Sorry my language isn’t much of a help either 😅 That’s clearly not something you’d say to ‘just a friend’ but it doesn’t necessarily is romantic either… But this is reaaaaallyy affectionate for sure

anonymous said:Hey. Go read the comments on Hide’s wikipage. They’re pretty interesting. Also there is a few Japanese people down there, who have said that in the official manga, Hide did say because I love him. I believe the real, official Japanese scans was アイツの事好きっすもん (romaji: aitsu no koto sukissumon) and that directly translates to “because I love him”. According to those Japanese people. I’ve seen people say it was different in the Japanese official scan, I just thought I should share this.

and like nine other anons also asking about the same thing.

So, my initial reaction was that I thought it was just platonic. I didn’t really think that Ishida would pull something like this, to be entirely honest, so I just took it to mean that he loves Kaneki very strongly, perhaps more than even a friend, but not to a romantic extent, but my outlook has changed a bit now that I’ve looked into it more.

I’m gonna talk a bit about how the Japanese fandom seems to be perceiving this (since they speak the language, they’re probably the next best person to consult other than Ishida). I won’t mention my own interpretation on this post but I’ll make a post soon about what I personally think about this.

Firstly, @thatshamelessyaoishipper made a fantastic post on the subject here.

@ayumifey also brought my attention to a reddit post which was translating Japanese comments on 2chan. The contents of the post are very long so I’ll just paste a couple comments from the Japanese fandom and their translations here:

851 ：マロン名無しさん：2017/11/06(月) 21:46:33.00 ID:???.net まぁ好きっすもんは普通に友人としてだろw ヒデホモはさすがにないw (Translation: “Well, when he said '好き’ he probably meant just as a friend, lol. No way Hide is gay, lol.”) 

583 ：マロン名無しさん：2017/11/06(月) 21:13:48.40 ID:???.net 友情で好きとかは絶対言わん あんなホモホモしい会話で男の友情は感じんわ まあ腐はあれを友情とは感じるんだろうがな (Translation: “No way you would say '好き’ with a friend. That gay-sounding talk doesn’t feel like friendship between guys. Well, fujoshi (T/N: I’m guessing 腐 is short for 腐女子) probably feel that is friendship.”)

606 ：マロン名無しさん：2017/11/06(月) 21:16:08.60 ID:???.net 男同士で好きだなんて言わないんだよなぁ (Translation: “Yeah, you wouldn’t say '好き’ between guys.”)

618 ：マロン名無しさん：2017/11/06(月) 21:17:17.45 ID:???.net ヒデがホモじゃないって奴は友達に好きって言ってこいよ (Translation: “Those who are saying that Hide isn’t gay, go ahead and tell your friend '好き’.”)

630 ：マロン名無しさん：2017/11/06(月) 21:18:41.19 ID:???.net 「友達だから」でいいのになんでホモカミングアウトみたいなこと言っちゃうんですかね (Translation: “He could just have said 'Because he’s my friend’, so why is he talking like a gay coming out of the closet?”)

753 ：マロン名無しさん：2017/11/06(月) 21:32:56.70 ID:???.net ホモじゃない 愛してるだけ (Translation: "He’s not gay. He’s just in love with him.”)

Here were OP’s thoughts on the thread overall.

It’s true that 好き can used for a great variety of things - hobbies, food, etc - but when used with a person (eg. 君のことが好き) it generally carries romantic implications. It’s a common expression, yet I’ve literally never heard it used platonically between two male friends - if someone else has, I’d be interested so please let me know.

Obviously when it comes down to it, pretty much anything we read can be subject to some degree of interpretation (it’s not like we can look into the author’s mind). However, going by the number of posts complaining about whether this line means Hide is gay or not (for reference, the word “gay” / ホモ appears 112 times in this thread alone, most of it in relation to Hide), I would say that it’s pretty clear that the author intentionally went out of his way to phrase it so that it sounded like he was admitting to romantic feelings.

I think I also saw someone else who claimed to speak Japanese on one of @kirakira-tae‘s posts claim that Hide’s dialogue had heavily romantic implications but I can’t find the post anymore :s

Now, I have seen a couple Japanese people who still claim that the meaning is ambiguous, but it seems that the general consensus was that the dialogue had romantic undertones since it’s not something a man would generally say to another man, especially not a friend. I think this was definitely deliberate on Ishida’s part, so I think it’s safe to assume that Hide’s statement had romantic undertones, if not a right out confession.

I want to make a separate post about my take on Hide’s love for Kaneki because this got quite long and I sort of want to single out what I have to say about this since it’s slightly different.

[tanzani-coil]

tagged bbys

Tagged by the wonderful @figment-fantasies​ <3

The Last: 1. Drink: coffee eyyy 2. Phone Call: my dad 3. Text message: my guy jakub bby 4. Song you listened to: sleepover by hayley kiyoko bc im trash 5. Time you cried: like. sometime last week when i was with quinn??? it might’ve been friday bc of a dumb outlander vs tumblr post i was just fuckin crying

Have You: 6. Dated someone twice: twice??? bitch i havent dated someone ONCE  7. Kissed someone and regretted it: haven’t had my first kiss yet!! <- same bby!!! 8. Been cheated on: No. they’d be dead if they did lmfao 9. Lost someone special: yah sucks bro 10. Been depressed: mate depressed is my entire personality 11: Gotten drunk and thrown up: nope not yet im hoping to get plastered w quinn one day List 3 Favorite Colors: 12. blue. like. baby blue or egg shell blue??? 13. black 14: white (my entire wardrobe is black n white monochromatic)

In the last year, have you… 15. Made new friends: @onelassieandherfandoms​ this asshole 16. Fallen out of love: nah like??? wasnt in love in the first place 17. Laughed until you cried: yES 18. Found out someone was talking about you: i mean. always 19. Met someone who changed you: i dont rly know??? i cant tell when i change 20. Found out who your friends are: eyyy yeah 21. Kissed someone on your FB list: gross

GENERAL: 22. How many Facebook friends do you know in real life: this is???? so specific????? i mean most of them i still have like. perhaps 10-20 online friends on there i havent met up with yet so 23. Do you have any pets: never had any </3 always wanted a cat and a doggo but. parents hates animals so i gotta wait till i move out 24. Do you want to change your name: yah, my birth name is like. rly feminine and long and pretentious n ive been going by my nickname for the last 6 years so much that my birth name isnt rly??? i dont rly associate it with myself 25. What did you do for your last birthday: went out for a meal with my fam. dont have enough friends to rly do anything else lmfao 26. What time did you wake up: i mean i woke up at about 9ish, went back to sleep, woke up at about 11 again, then was on and off sleeping until 12:30 when i got up 27. What were you doing at midnight last night: homework bc my teachers live off my pain 28. Name something you can’t wait for: seeing quinn again, new skuldug book, new season of outlander, 29. When was the last time you saw your Mom: today 30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: my insistence on self isolation lmfao 31. What are you listening to right now: my mom jenna marbles trying to get one (1) kill on pubg 32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: yah 33. Something that is getting on your nerves: art block!!!! good fucking god i havent drawn anything in like. two months. and then after that i cant remember the last time i drew anything for me because i wanted to and not for homework smh 34. Most visited website: this hellsite 35. Mole/s: got loads of em on the side of my face, but thats the side of my face that my hair/fringe covers up so??? could be worse i guess 36. Mark/s: birth mark on my right shoulder which i love a bit too much, a round patch of darker skin on my deltoid(?) where i got shot with a paintball and it’s left a scar, a scar from a shaving cut on my kneecap, and like. the unfairly over-abundance of stretchmarks on my EVERYWHERE 37. Childhood dream: I wanted to be a horse 38. Hair color: dirty blonde and blonde 39. Long or short hair: longish??? covers my nips at this point 40. Do you have a crush on someone?: uh 41. What do you like about yourself: uh?????? 42. Piercings: none, they freak me out??? but if i were to get any, it’d have to be a helix(?) piercing. i’d fancy like. a thick ring piercing if that makes sense 43. Blood type: do i look as if i know 44: Nicknames: george, but thats only if ur close to me 45. Relationship status: single and lonely as fuck lmfao but thats probably best, im just not built for relationships 46. Zodiac: sagittarius 47. Pronouns: she/her 48. Favorite TV show(s): person of interest, orphan black, outlander, the 100, brooklyn nine nine, orange is the new black, rupauls drag race, 49. Tattoos: none yet, but i rly fancy “be brave” in EXACTLY the same font as the skulduggery books, on the inside of my right wrist 50. Right or left hand: right 51. Surgery: um>?? i mean not rly??  52. Hair dyed a different color: i haven’t yet, but i want like. a lighter blonde ombre??? bc my hair is lame as fuck and i want to do SOMETHING with it 53. Sports: omf no 54. Vacation: i went to majorca a couple of weeks back just as the heat wave fuckin hit (rip me) 55. Shoes: tesco converses or black boots 56. Eating: biscuis 57. Drinking: coffee, with water inbetween bc im thirsty as fuck 58. I’m about to: do :))))) homework :)))))) 59. Waiting for: school to start up again. if i have to do homework i wanna do it actually AT school bc i cant focus for shit at home, but i can get so much done with the school facilities so 60. Want: to see quinn again i miss her dumb face 61. Get married: i want to tbh but. not built for that sort of thing 62. Career: ahahahaha jesus fuck i have no fucking clue lets not go into this

WHICH IS BETTER: 63. Hugs or kisses: HUGS. I FUCKIN LIVE FOR HUGS 64. Lips or eyes: eyes 65. Shorter or taller: i mean???? depends on the person but typically taller 66. Older or younger: older 67. Nice arms or nice stomach: i????? 68. Sensitive or loud: man idk. both 69. Hook up or relationship: relationship bc im a sap 70. Troublemaker or hesitant: hesitant bc i have a crippling fear of authority

HAVE YOU EVER: 71. Kissed a stranger: nope 72. Drank hard liquor: nope 73. Lost glasses/contact lenses: nope 74. Turned someone down: nope. i’d be so lucky lmfao 75. Sex on first date: bitch i’ve never been on a date let alone 76. Broken someone’s heart: nope 77. Had your heart broken: ahahahahahahahahahahaha 78. Been arrested: nope 79. Cried when someone died: yep 80. Fallen for a friend: ahaha  hahahah  hahahahahahahahahahaha

DO YOU BELIEVE IN: 81. Yourself: well someone fuckin has to 82. Miracles: i mean??? i’d believe it if i saw it 83. Love at first sight: i believe that you can have an instant connection or chemistry with someone which would then lead to love, but like. love at first sight has only rly ever applied to pretty emaciated people so 84. Santa Claus: nope 85. Kiss on the first date: i mean?? nah

OTHER: 86. Current best friend: i have like. three friends?? all of which i’d consider my best friend i think 87. Eye color: blue but with like. yellow on the inside??? which. having googled is apparently called central heterochromia  88. Favorite movie: oooo. probably spirit stallion of the cimarron 

i mean. all the people i would’ve tagged I think @figment-fantasies tagged anyway so like. have fun folks

[southernconstellatiions]

Get to know me!

Tagged by @pyroinquisitor !!

Rules: Answer these 92 statements and tag people

THE LAST:

1. Drink: i had an orange soda with lunch xD 2. Phone call: i called my mom to have her pick me up so i could do laundry o: 3. Text message: sent a snap to my boyfriend telling him i love him and to he safe while hes delivering food in the rain 💕 4. Song you listened to: motion sickness by neck deep (im so excited for the new album) 5. Time you cried: tbh i just cry in my sleep sometimes because im a mess and constantly over stress and worry about everything xD

HAVE YOU:

6. Dated someone twice: only this one time a year ago because my boyfriend was going through a rough time and we took a ‘break’ kinda ;-; 7. Kissed someone and regretted it: yeah, all my exes and more than once ive played drunk spin the bottle 8. Been cheated on: every relationship except this one :s 9. Lost someone special: lost, as in died? only family members when i was a lot younger. im absolutely terrified of anything ever happening to my boyfriend or my mom 10. Been depressed: once i didnt leave the house for three months straight so take a wild guess lol 11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: i spent most of my freshman year drunk but i hold my liquor real well so thats always been good xD

LIST 3 FAVOURITE COLOURS:

12-14. dark blue, purple, and red

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU:

15. Made new friends: kinda, in a way? 16. Fallen out of love: no, thankfully i fall more in love each day 17. Laughed until you cried: at least five times that i can think of 18. Found out someone was talking about you: not that im aware of which is hopefully good 19. Met someone who changed you: met him years ago xD 20. Found out who your friends are: ive only got like three and im okay with that 21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: i dont technically use facebook but my boyfriend was on my facebook list

GENERAL:

22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: maybe less than a hundred, the other 4500 friends and 2000 subscribers are all from when i did sitemodeling years ago because i was an emo fuck 23. Do you have any pets: eight dogs xD 24. Do you want to change your name: maybe my last name xp 25. What did you do for your last Birthday: went out to this bar where they make you custom cheeseburgers with my boyfriend, mom and her boyfriend 26. What time did you wake up: around 5pm like usual :p 27. What were you doing at midnight last night: watching the last episode of K o: 28. Name something you can’t wait for: my boyfriend to get home from work and to get a car since i finally got my license xD 29. When was the last time you saw your mom: two nights ago o: 30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: if i could be a little skinnier and rich thatd be great xD 31. What are you listening to right now: the new episode of teen mom 2 xD 32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: when i was in high school i knew this guy i called handshake guy because he never gave me hugs and i didnt know his name, but he finally rold me what it was the day he left school 33. Something that is getting on your nerves: how hot it is, 110°+ daily is absolutely ridiculous. thankfully monsoon season makes it slightly more bearable at night 34. Most visited website: probably twitter or tumblr 35. Mole/s: none 36. Mark/s: i have a scar on my knee from when i fell down a hill on elementary school during olympics day xD 37. Childhood dream: to eat more party pizzas than anyone in the worls 38. Hair colour: my original hair color is an ugly brown :/ but at the moment its half blue and half purple 39. Long or short hair: definitely long, my hairs never been shorter than my shoulders, right now its mid-back 40. Do you have a crush on someone: my love cx 41. What do you like about yourself?: i have good relationships and good taste in anime 42. Piercings: nose and snakebites but ive had so many more 43. Blood type: never gotten my blood drawn and havent been to a doctor since i was in elementary school so who the hell knows xD 44. Nickname: kaylaa, lightpole #1, white grape 45. Relationship status: taken 💗 46. Zodiac: scorpio 47. Pronouns: she/her 48. Favourite TV Show(s): game of thrones, naruto, one punch man, greys anatomy and like a billion more xD 50. Right or left hand: im ambidextrous which is pretty convenient sometimes lol 51. Surgery: none, that shits scary 52. Hair dyed in different colour: red, blue, pink, blonde, black, purple, brown, white, yellow 53. Sport: i hate sports and ive never played anything. i even took online pe to graduate lol 55. Vacation: id love to go to Japan or Europe. my favorite places ive been are washington and pennsylvania                                         56. Pair of trainers: idk what that’s referring to xD

MORE GENERAL:

57. Eating: wish i could be eating taco bell 58. Drinking: nothing o: 59. I’m about to: finish this episode of reen mom and then go to walmart xD 61. Waiting for: my love to get off work 62. Want: unlimited money xD 63. Get married: i neved wanted to but now i do 64. Career: id love to make a career out of my mosaics and stained glass

WHICH IS BETTER:

65. Hugs or kisses: my boyfriend gives me these super big hugs and kisses my face all over and its one of my favorite things cx 66. Lips or eyes: eyes 67. Shorter or taller: taller 68. Older or younger: older 70. Nice arms or nice stomach: stomach xD 71. Sensitive or loud: sensitive i suppose o: but my boyfriend gets loud and excited when he’s playing games with his friends and its cute seeing him all happy cx 72. Hook up or relationship: def. relationship 73. Troublemaker or hesitant: hesitant, ive had enough trouble throughout my life xD

HAVE YOU EVER:

74. Kissed a Stranger: during drunk spin ths bottle years ago lol 75. Drank hard liquor: so damn much 76. Lost glasses/contact lenses: forever thankful i have perfect eyesight xD 77. Turned someone down: so many people tbh 78. Sex on the first date: nah 79. Broken someone’s heart: tbh probably 80. Had your heart broken: not yet thankfully 81. Been arrested: when i stole stuff from walmart in high school :/ 82. Cried when someone died: mmhmm 83. Fallen for a friend: my best friend and its been the best thing thats ever happened to me c:

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:

84. Yourself: not really 85. Miracles: ehh 86. Love at first sight: kinda cx 87. Santa Claus: no xD 88. Kiss on the first date: thats fine i guess as long as it goes well??

OTHER:

90. Current best friend name: lorenzo 💕 91. Eye colour: this greyish color :o 92. Favourite movie: balto, harry potter and the prisoner of azkaban, just like heaven o:

[djicing]

Noughts and Crosses - 【Sheith】(Soulmate AU)

This is a bit long but my friend asked for some Sheith (even tho i havent written in years;;) But I thought I’d post here too! Hope everyone likes it <3

Noughts and Crosses

Shiro, for what seemed like the tenth time, glanced down at the grid on his right forearm. Only recently had man come to believe the tales told as a child, where your soulmate; the one you were destined to be bound to, could see all markings on each others arms, scratches, bruises and even what littered his arm now. The sharpie had left its trails of inky black along his soft flesh, as he intently stared down. Yes, he should be paying attention to his lecture, since his half yearly examinations are soon however he couldn't even draw his attention away for more than a few minutes.

Even as an infant, he would draw the grid on his arm, wanting to play with his soul mate. They'd never met before, Shiro had no idea what he'd look like, where he lived- hell he didn't even know if his soul mate spoke English. Until recently, all the games he had drawn on his arm went unfinished, all the scribbles he could fit never were added to by the one he wanted to see.

That all changed about a month ago.

The noughts and crosses grid once again was drawn into the paler skin on the underside of his arm, subconsciously drawn by himself suddenly made him jump in his seat, causing the lecturer to even pause for a moment, wondering what the usually calm and collected boy was so abruptly flustered about. On the grid, his usual nine squares with a single circle in the bottom left corner, was disturbed by a cross. An actual cross, lazily scrawled into the centre square slowly faded in. Shiro decided to excuse himself from class for the day, just going back to his room and staring, too scared to continue the game, too scared to even ask a simple 'hello,' or even 'what is your name'. No, Shiro was brimming with excitement- his soul mate finally responded to him, after so many long years.

Ever since that day they'd play a game regularly. They never talked, only once the grid was full and a winner was decided, whoever won got to draw their own smile face with just an 'I won' underneath. It had been a few months, same routine, same reaction to winning, it was always the same. Shiro had grown comfortable with this, but today he was fidgeting, every little noise made him flinch. This wasn't without reason, it had been two long days, two long days without a cross. The man furrowed his brows, trying to breath but his chest felt so tight, like a constrictor was slowly trapping him more and more, making his lungs burn.

Class felt like it drawled on forever before the droning adult at the front of the room finally dismissed the sea of students out into the halls. Shiro found his legs moving on their own, trudging through the monochrome halls. His shoulder brushed against every second person who shuffled by, before finally coming into a clearing as people nestled into their classes. He found himself eventually aimlessly wandering the stormy campus, slowly setting foot into the small cafe across the road from the entrance, drying the sudden rain from himself. He ordered his usual coffee and turned to glance over the rest of the cosy coffee shop, with wood furnishings, small booths and tables and two bookshelves against the back wall. It was full of donated books from old students, with books that are fiction to all the science text books you could need.

Shiro calmly grabbed a small novel with the title 'Stars Among Us' and spun on his heels, heading for his usual seat. But as he passed one of the tucked away booths a mop of dishevelled black hair caught his eye. It was a student who was in the year below himself, sitting with a half consumed hot cocoa and his phone on the table, blinking and ringing but the boy paid it no mind as he continued to just stare out the window, watching the now pouring rain disrupt the day of passing people. Shiro sat down across from the boy. He wasn't sure why but he recognised him from a couple times he had to help out in some of the younger classes.

The boy looked questioningly up at Shiro, brow arched and puffy eyes glazing over the taller male who just made himself comfortable. 'What is this guy doing?' His thoughts distracted him but his conciousness was suddenly interrupted by the deep voice in front of him.

"So why are you not in class?" Shiro asked, smiling as the waitress passed his coffee cup over. Shiro's attention quickly turned back to the boy in front of him, which made his heart hurt a little. The black haired male in front of him had large bags under his puffy eyes that look like they've lost their shine.

The boy adjusted the sleeves to his hoodie and uncomfortably shifted in his seat, leaning away slightly, "what's it to you? I dont even know who you are." He mumbled, fingers tracing the rim of his cup.

Shiro laughed softly, flicking a small strand of hair out of his eyes before gazing forward, he didn't even know this boys name but he wanted to find out. "The name is Shiro, what about you?"

"Keith," the boy answered after a moment of hesitation, "and I'd say nice to meet you but I don't even know why you're here." His temporary smile then faltered back into a slacked line of disbelief. He peered forward at Shiro, feeling a bit more at ease now knowing his name.

Shiro took a final long sip, finishing his coffee and letting the warmth fill his body, though little did he want to admit it wasn't just his drink that made him feel like that. "So, Keith," he began, placing the cup gently down, "mind if we meet same time tomorrow?"

It didn't even take a whole two seconds for his eyes to light up, though he controlled his face from revealing the sudden excitement. "Sure." He breathed, looking up and giving the taller man a half smile before standing up and walking to the door, pulling his hoodie over his head and stepping out, but not before looking back at his new, what he'd like to call, friend.

A few months had passed, and Shiro's soul mate responded, rarely yes, but it gave him peace of mind to know he is okay. They still hadn't spoken, just the same game over and over, not that they minded. His soul mate was starting to win more and more, but the tall male everyday noticed the same pattern how he plays- almost like it's random, but at the same time, completely planned out with defences like an imperial army and strategies that can win wars.

Shiro was once again, just like every day on his way to the coffee shop. It was getting close to summer but he was wearing a light long sleeved button up with jeans, and once he stepped out of the cool solace of the classroom air conditioner he immediately regretted it. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he walked to the cafe and slid the door, hopping through the entrance as the bell rang to alert staff of his presence. Keith was already ordering and spotted the broad man in the doorway, then whispered to the waiter what Shiro normally orders.

His runners quietly tapped the floor as he walked over and plopped down next to Shiro in their normal booth. The two had grown considerably closer over the time they'd known each other, but only hanging out in the cafe, never anywhere else. "So what's with the sleeves, you know the girls on campus were staring at you as you came in, right?" Keith teased, pointing an accusing finger at his friend, "They're all," he brought his palm to his forehead in a dramatic manner, "oh Shiro how your muscles stretch the fabric of that shirt makes me want to tear it off."  

Shiro let out a booming laugh at the impression, slowly calming down and wiping the forming tears in his eyes, "oh wow Keith, it sounds almost like you have the hots for me." He jested, winking at the boy whose hair still sat dishevelled on his head.

As soon as those words were spoke, Keith's ears and cheeks flamed with a hot red colour, and his eyes went wide. "What!" His hands clenched in a way to shift his attention to the burning feeling in his cheeks. "I was just joking!" Brushing it off, he just grabbed his drink of iced coffee with no sugar and took a long sip, avoiding eye contact.

A comfortable silence fell over the table, then Shiro poked at a subject he's wanted to ask for a while. "So Keith, why do you always wear that hoodie?" He questioned, leaning forward so his face was in like with the younger boy's.

Keith froze up, "That's-" he stuttered, looking away, "it's a bit embarrassing but," the boy paused, looking up at Shiro who urged him to go on. "I still haven't met my soul mate yet, and... and we always interact but don't talk. I just don't really want anyone to see." His voice died down towards the end.

Sympathetic eyes looked on him. "Show me." Shiro's voice was firm and reassuring as his hand reached forward. Keith didn't know what to do, he hesitated. After a few moments that seemed like forever, Keith slowly rolled up the sleeves of this lightly toned arms, revealing the pale skin. It was silent. Shiro was speechless. "You..." his voice was more quiet than Keith had ever heard, making his brows involuntarily furrow. "It was all you?" Shiro's voice rose, making both of them shrink back again in suprise.

No words were spoken as Shiro rolled his sleeves up, revealing an identical game of noughts and crosses marking his arms which his soul mate won earlier that day. They slowly looked at each other, Keith's eyes glistening, but he didn't try to hide it, his entire face lit up and he wanted Shiro to see it.

"I found you."  

I did it!! Please enjoy and feel free to request any ships/AU! 

[churchyardgrim]

oh man im not entirely sure what to say, i actually havent talked much about them before!! i mean, i have, but all just bits and pieces. and art. ive definitely drawn them more than ive written their stories. but okay, lets go with the main two, since theyre... well. the main two. theyre more developed and all that. so the one guy, right, hes like, a True Vampire okay. like he was born like that, it runs in his family. (listen i know technically thats Not A Thing with vampires, being born -c-

and all, but like i said. i like to break the rules. and besides, its fantasy anyway. im sure i could come up with a reasonable explanation for it given enough time.) he works at a bar -- easy way to find a victim that wont remember you (or at least that no one will believe) should they get an opportunity to tell. hes kind of an asshole. thinks hes a Real Cool Guy. probably owns a motorcycle and has a cool apartment. admittedly i havent figured out much about him yet. BUT THE OTHER ONE. -c-

now this one. THIS ONE. this ones a little delinquent. theyre also my favorite. they had a pretty fucked up childhood, which im not really gonna get into rn, but the point is they eventually left home. mind you, they didnt really have anywhere to go, or any money to get a place. so they often resorted to sleeping with strangers (i should probably clarify here that they were of legal age when they left home) so that they would have a roof over their head for the night, and sometimes even free -c-

dinner (and when i say dinner, i mean actual food. theyre not a vampire at this point) and, if theyre sure they wont get caught stealing, some extra treasures or some pocket change. so EVENTUALLY they end up at the bar the first guy works at and the two meet and kinda hit it off. theyre looking forward to a Fun Night and a nice place to sleep, and pretty boy is looking forward to a delicious meal, so its a win-win. i havent worked out the rest of the specifics (just some miscellaneous -c-

scenarios) but eventually he turns them and thats kind of all i really know. so basically what im saying is i have no idea what my plot is for these two, because thats pretty much all just backstory. but im sure ill figure it out eventually. most of what i end up doing with them is, like i said, just misc bullshit. occasionally i actually write or draw stuff with them, but a lot of times i dont post it because its either violent or nsfw (or both. actually probably most of the time its both) -c-

aaaahhh they sound so good! real neat dynamic, I like it :> I wouldn’t worry about breaking the rules or anything, there’s no right way to write stuff like this! hell, it’s fun to mix different “kinds” of vamp in the same story just for regional differences or something, nothing’s the same all over. if you end up putting more of their story online def shoot me a link!

(hope I got all the bits u sent, the last one ended with -c- so I wasn’t sure. you can def resend if there’s more that vanished into the void!)