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heart-eyes-kippen · 6 years ago

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‘Cause baby, we’re just reckless kids

Hello, I’m posting this here too bc I borrowed a laptop!!

Summary:

That in itself wasn’t so bad - Cyrus knew TJ had a motorcycle, after all. No. What made his breath catch in his throat was the fact that TJ was wearing a leather jacket and dark blue denim jeans, looking as he’d walked right out of a poorly-acted romance film.

He blinked at the boy for a moment, who was giving him a cluelessly bright smile, before laughing slightly to himself.

Holy shit.

Aka Cyrus needs a ride to school, but Amber has the car. Luckily enough, TJ has a back-up plan.

Word Count: 4,818

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It had been a cursed morning from the start.

Cyrus’ mom woke him up before leaving for work, but he’d instantly fallen asleep again. That left him rolling out of bed about 45 minutes later in a blur of panic, rushing frantically about his empty house and grabbing various school supplies. He made it out of his front door about 10 minutes later, dishevelled but otherwise alive. Sort of.

A glance down at his phone confirmed that Cyrus had missed all three of the possible buses he could’ve taken to school, and for a few heart-sinking moments he considered the very real, very scary possibility of having to walk to school. His jacket was already proving to be no match against the icy winds, and that prospect really didn’t seem appealing in the slightest considering the grey clouds above his head, threatening rainfall at any moment. He let out a heavy sigh, his breath visible in the air as he did so.

The idea had hit him suddenly, and soon enough he was frantically spamming TJ with messages, explaining his disaster of a morning and begging the boy to come and pick him up. He’d received a calm ‘i’m on my way’ in response, and at that, some of the tension in his body faded. He zipped up his jacket, which he’s forgotten to do in his frantic state, and headed over to his front porch to sit down and wait.

Cyrus had come to expect many things from TJ Kippen. However, he’d be lying if he said he didn’t almost faint when the boy pulled up in front of his house on his motorcycle, engine revving loudly as he came to a stop and pushed up the visor on his helmet. That in itself wasn’t so bad - Cyrus knew TJ had a motorcycle, after all. No. What made his breath catch in his throat was the fact that TJ was wearing a leather jacket and dark blue denim jeans, looking as he’d walked right out of a poorly-acted romance film.

He blinked at the boy for a moment, who was giving him a cluelessly bright smile, before laughing slightly to himself.

Holy shit. Holy shit.

“TJ!” he managed to get out, hesitantly approaching the motorcycle, “no um...no car?”

The boy looked apologetic at that. “Yeah, sorry...Amber took it. But hey, motorcycles are fun!”

It took Cyrus a few more seconds, but once he’d recovered from the initial shock of seeing TJ looking unfairly perfect in a leather jacket, fear flooded his system all at once. He opened his mouth to speak, before promptly shutting it, heart beating away wildly in his chest.

“Um, yeah...fun...look TJ, I’m sure I could find some other way-“

“Come on underdog,” the boy interrupted, clasping his hands together pleadingly, “I promise it’ll be quick! You know I’d never let anything bad happen to you.”

Cyrus could somehow feel heat flooding his cheeks despite the cold, and he briefly brought his hands up to his face in an attempt to conceal it. He looked down at the ground, smiling bashfully.

“I don’t doubt that...but...”

TJ held up the spare helmet he’d brought along with him, showing it to Cyrus. “I put a rainbow flag sticker on this one.”

Cyrus paused for a moment, looking back up with a playful smile. “TJ, if you really think a rainbow sticker is going to convince me to ride on the back of a motorcycle then...you’d be absolutely correct. Let’s go.”

The boy grinned at that, climbing off the motorcycle and gently kicking the metal stand up. His cheeks were visibly tinged red now from the cold as he stepped forward, placing the helmet on Cyrus’ head.

“We uh...we have to make sure it’s a good fit. Safety regulations and all that,” he murmured, taking another small step closer to Cyrus and fiddling with the straps, ensuring they were an adequate length. Cyrus could feel himself blushing even harder in a way that he knew wasn’t from the cold, gaze shifting towards the ground as TJ’s hands occasionally brushed ever so slightly against his skin.

“Does that feel okay?” the boy asked softly when he was done, and all Cyrus could give in response was a timid nod.

TJ pushed the visor down, before stepping back again with a smile. “Great! Are you okay to get on?”

“Pft, of course,” he said, stepping nervously up the motorcycle, “how hard can it be?”

TJ watched him closely for a moment, eyes sparkling with amusement. “I can lift you if you want,” he joked, and Cyrus was almost inclined to accept that offer. All he ended up doing was laughing slightly though.

“I should get on first anyway,” said TJ, stepping forward. He kicked up the stand and mounted the motorcycle with relative ease, smiling over at Cyrus when he had done so.

“Okay, you can get on now if you want. A few tips before we go though - if I’m leaning one way, try not to lean in the opposite direction. It makes steering a bit harder. Also - try to relax, I know it’s easier said than done, but it’ll help. Keep your feet on the pegs, and hold on to my waist. That’ll also help.”

Cyrus took a deep breath in and nodded, very heavily regretting his decision to sleep in that morning. He stepped onto the left peg nonetheless, hands shaking slightly, before swinging his right leg over.

“So I...um...wrap my hands around your waist?” he asked timidly, feeling his heart soaring all over again.

“Yup! Hold on as tight as you want to...except, maybe not too tight.”

Cyrus took another deep breath, cold air filling his lungs, before wrapping his arms around TJ’s waist and clasping his hands together. He immediately felt a strange sense of safety wash over him, feeling somewhat more at ease than he had a few minutes prior.

“Are you ready?” TJ asked him, voice carried slightly by the harsh winds.

“Yup,” Cyrus responded, as confidently as he possibly could.

The engine roared to life after a few moments, and his grip on TJ’s waist tightened slightly. He barely registered it when they began to move, but he felt it right away. Of course, he hadn’t expected this to be similar to the feeling of being in a car, but oh man. He felt as though he was moments from falling off from all of the small movements and bumps, despite his tight grip on TJ. He rested his head against the boy’s back, eyes squeezing shut.

It took a few minutes of thinking he would fall off with each turn they made before Cyrus finally mustered up the courage to open his eyes again, managing to relax slightly. Their neighbourhood wasn’t overly flooded with traffic, so when TJ called out asking if he was okay, he caught it.

“I’m okay!” he called back over the wind.

His fear continued to ease as the minutes passed, and eventually, the experience began to feel somewhat exhilarating. There was wind ruffling his clothes, houses were zooming by and he was currently holding onto a cute boy he’s liked for a few months now, who was wearing a leather jacket of all things. There were definitely worse things to experience in the world.

Cyrus almost felt disappointed as TJ came to a gradual stop outside of their school, planting his feet down on the ground. He reluctantly let go of the boy’s waist and looked around, slightly amazed they’d made it one piece. Although - TJ had said he wouldn’t let anything happen to him. That thought had a smile appearing on his face.

“That was exhilarating!” he cheered, pulling his visor up. He heard TJ laugh as he got off the motorcycle and put the stand up, taking Cyrus’ hand as the boy followed suit.

“Sure you’re okay?” he asked hesitantly, reaching out automatically to help take Cyrus’ helmet off. He probably didn’t need the help, but he really wasn’t about to complain.

“Okay? I’m great!”

TJ’s slight frown smoothed out into a grin. He took the helmet, biting his lip as he did so.

“I’m glad then,” he murmured, and Cyrus was almost certain his heart skipped a beat.

They both lingered there for a moment, just looking at one another. Cyrus could tell he probably looked like a mess with his dishevelled hair and his red face, cold from the wind, and he ended up shifting his gaze to the ground. TJ was the first to speak up.

“I um...I have to take my motorcycle to the cage. I’ll catch up with you during the day, okay?”

“Okay,” Cyrus nodded, hesitantly looking back up, “thanks by the way. For getting me here.”

“It was nothing,” TJ waved him off, flashing him one last smile before turning around and heading in the opposite direction.

Cyrus let out a content sigh, looking after the boy for a moment before walking through the school gates. They’d managed to make it on time apparently, because Andi, Buffy and Jonah were all stood in the courtyard, similar expressions of utter shock on their faces.

He could feel himself blushing as he approached them, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“What’s up?” he inquired casually, giggling slightly when Buffy gave his arm a playful punch.

“You know what’s up!” the girl exclaimed, practically spluttering, “TJ took you to school on a motorcycle! While wearing a leather jacket!”

Cyrus just shrugged, giving them all a playful smile as they began to walk. “I guess he did. Cool, right?”

They all looked at him knowingly, and it was only a matter of seconds before his casual facade gave way to an explosion of excitement.

“Oh my god you guys! Okay, so, basically I was a bad morning and I missed all my buses, right? TJ messaged me being all like ‘I’m on my way, Cy!’ and I was like ‘okay cool.’ Then he shows up on his motorcycle? Literally wearing a leather jacket? Oh my god I swear I spent like 10 seconds imagining myself as the protagonist in some kind of rom-com with a bad boy love interest,” he paused for a moment, clearing his throat, “but um...anyways! I held onto his waist the whole time and died basically.”

Buffy gave him an incredulous look when he had finished, laughing slightly to herself. “Cyrus - I really hate to burst your bubble - but TJ is not a bad boy just because he decided to wear a leather jacket.”

“Yeah,” Jonah agreed, “I think he’s more like...a nice boy in a leather jacket. That just happens to own a motorcycle.”

Cyrus levelled them both with an accusatory glare. “Okay, crushing my hopes and dreams like that was just uncalled for.”

“He’s a bad boy in your heart, Cyrus,” Andi assured him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. “Besides - you guys aren’t even focusing on the important thing here, which is that TJ totally wanted to impress Cyrus with his motorcycle! And he let Cyrus hold onto his waist!”

“I think all motorcycle passengers are supposed t-“ Buffy began, but Andi just gave her a pointed look.

“Buffy, you have to let me have something here,” she told her seriously, which had Cyrus letting out a laugh.

“Okay, so we’re pretending that TJ is a bad boy and that Cyrus is the only motorcycle passenger ever that’s had to hold onto the rider’s waist. What else are we gonna start pretending?”

“That TJ likes me back,” Cyrus said almost instantly, earning himself a chorus of dramatic groans from the other three.

“Hello? Earth to Cyrus?”

The boy looked over at Buffy in alarm, eyes widened slightly for a brief moment. “Oh! Sorry, what were we talking about?”

Marty, who was sitting beside the girl, let out a scoff. “Seriously dude? You’ve been staring all day. As in - more than usual. It’s getting kind of concerning.”

Cyrus felt his face redden at the words. The sky outside had cleared up slightly since morning, and hints of sunlight were beginning to shine through. He was currently sat in the cafeteria, unable to tear his eyes away from TJ for more than two seconds. Maybe it was a slight problem, but for some reason, he couldn’t shake off what had happened this morning. Being so close to the boy only seemed to reinforce his stupidly big crush on apparently, because his brain had redoubled its efforts to return Cyrus’ train of thought almost constantly to TJ.

“It’s just...” he trailed off, and Buffy raised an amused eyebrow.

“The leather jacket?” she finished knowingly.

Okay - maybe it was that too - but Cyrus would never admit to it, so he decided on keeping his mouth shut. Buffy seemed to take this a confirmation because she began to smirk.

“Well, you’ll be pleased to know then that I’ve totally figured something out. I was talking to Andi the other day about your proclamation that you’d die if TJ ever wore a leather jacket, right? And I turned around to see TJ there, but I was pretty confident he didn’t hear so I didn’t really care too much. Now this? There’s no way he’s not trying to impress you.”

Cyrus bit his lip at that. He honestly couldn’t muster up anything coherent to say beyond ‘holy shit!’ and he wasn’t entirely sure how well that would go down in a crowded cafeteria. Instead, he returned his gaze to TJ, who was standing in line.

Cyrus smiled shyly. “You really think so?”

“We know so,” Marty confirmed, nodding vigorously.

A few minutes passed, then TJ was making his way over to their table. Cyrus immediately perked up, smiling at the boy as he approached.

“Hey!”

TJ sat down beside him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. “Hey. What’s up?”

“Not much,” Cyrus returned, gaze shifting nervously to Buffy for a moment.

The girl raised her eyebrows at him, before looking over at TJ. “I like your jacket,” she told him.

“Me too,” Cyrus blushed, speaking before he could even think to stop himself. He looked shyly down at his lap for a moment, slightly mortified. TJ just smiled, seeming amused more than anything.

“Thanks!” he responded, pausing for a second. “Hey um, Cyrus, do you wanna maybe come to the music room with me? Mr. Anderson is letting me practise piano there.”

Cyrus blinked once. Then twice. Then three times, all while looking blankly over at TJ. Buffy and Marty both appeared to be on the verge of bursting into laughter.

“You...you play piano?” he practically squeaked out.

TJ laughed and nodded, eyes sparkling with playfulness as he took a sip of his own water.

“So, what do you say?”

Cyrus directed one last desperate look at Buffy, who gave him a smirk in return, before promptly getting up from his chair.

“Sure!”

TJ kept a gentle hand rested on his back as they wove through the bustling cafeteria crowds, and apart from feeling as though he might straight up combust and die at any moment, Cyrus was perfectly fine with this. When they reached the corridors, TJ dropped his hand and moved to walk beside him.

“How did I not find out that you play piano sooner?” Cyrus asked, somewhat incredulously, “this is a crime.”

TJ just smiled and shrugged. “It never really came up.”

“So you’re telling me you never had the urge to brag about playing piano to your cool new friend when we first started hanging out?”

The boy’s smile took a shy edge at that. “It’s what I’m doing now, isn’t it?”

Cyrus could feel his face reddening again, much to his dismay. “I guess so, yeah,” he agreed.

The pair came to a stop outside of the music room door. TJ produced a key from his pocket and after a few moments it was swinging open with relative ease. Cyrus stepped inside, scanning the room for a moment. There was one small window above the piano, which was pushed up against the wall, allowing a limited amount of sunlight to pour in. There were various instruments lined up on both sides of the room, and it was about half the size of a normal classroom.

TJ stepped in after him, closing the door behind him with a soft thud. He approached the piano and pulled out the seat, gesturing for Cyrus to join him. He did so hesitantly, well aware that the chair was a relatively small one. TJ settled down beside him, resulting in their shoulders being pressed together, and Cyrus had to remember how to breathe normally for a moment.

“I can show you the song I’m practising right now if you want,” TJ murmured, and all Cyrus could bring himself to do was smile and nod.

The boy positioned his fingers over the keys, taking a deep breath in, and then he was off. The song was a sombre one, and his fingers seemed to glide effortlessly over the keys as though he’d been playing for years. Cyrus had the brief thought that it could be a possibility.

His eyes went from TJ’s hands, to the leather jacket he was wearing, to the look of adorable concentration on his face, and suddenly Cyrus couldn’t care less that he was definitely swooning visibly at this point. He just watched, biting his lip, until the very last note rung out, and silence filled the room again for a moment.

“That was awesome! I can’t believe you never told me about this,” he gushed, grinning.

TJ looked down at his lap for a moment, smiling gently. “I can show you how to play a song if you want?” he offered.

Cyrus’ eyes narrowed sceptically. “A song like the one you just played? Because I don’t think my hands are physically capable.”

“It’ll be an easy one,” TJ promised, laughing slightly.

“In that case...okay,” Cyrus agreed.

“Great! So first, we should probably get hand positioning down...can I, um...”

“You can do whatever you want,” he assured him.

Including kiss me right now, but we won’t go there.

TJ nodded and gently took his hand, leaning in impossibly close as he brought it up the piano. “Okay, so this finger should go here on this key, and that one over there...”

Cyrus tried hard to concentrate on the hand positioning rather than the fact that TJ’s face was mere inches from his own, but it was proving to be a somewhat difficult task.

“Then you just need to stay like that for the whole song,” TJ murmured, glancing briefly up at the boy.

Cyrus swallowed thickly and nodded, eyes lingering on TJ as he drew back slightly.

“Can you um...can you show me that again?” he asked quietly, throwing caution to the wind.

TJ smiled knowingly and nodded.

The clouds had given way almost fully to a relatively clear sky by the time the final bell rang, signalling the end of the day. Cyrus, Andi and Buffy were all stood in the courtyard, discussing plans to somehow get their hands on some doughnuts that afternoon, when Buffy paused all of a sudden. She was looking over Cyrus’ shoulder, hair swept back slightly by the wind.

“Incoming,” she whispered, drawing Andi’s attention to the person that was apparently behind him.

Naturally, he whirled around in an instant.

TJ had come to a stop a few feet in front of them, smiling bashfully, and Cyrus found himself hugging his biology book to his chest.

“Hey,” he greeted them.

Buffy and Andi exchanged an amused glance, which Cyrus decided on pointedly ignoring.

“Hey! What’s up?” he smiled.

“Well...” TJ’s gaze shifted momentarily to Buffy. “I hate to steal Cyrus away from you again, but I was wondering if he wanted a ride to The Spoon?”

Cyrus perked up immediately at that, turning immediately to his friends and giving them both an apologetic look. “I’m so sorry guys, I swear we’ll get doughnuts tomorrow!”

Andi just shook her head though, smiling assuringly. “Cyrus, we hang out pretty much every day. You’re fine.”

“Message us how it goes,” Buffy added with a not-so-discrete wink.

He could feel himself blushing slightly as he turned back around, nodding enthusiastically. “I’d love to.”

TJ smiled, wrapping an arm around the boy’s shoulders as they made their way over to where the motorcycle was parked, right outside the school gates.

“See ya, Slayer! See ya, Andi!” TJ called over his shoulder, before directing his attention to Cyrus again.

“So, how was your day?”

“Good,” Cyrus smiled, thinking immediately back to their piano session at lunchtime, “I have to read like a chapter from this though,” he said, gesturing down to his biology book.

“Oh, what’s the topic?”

“Components of the immune system,” Cyrus told him with a wince.

TJ’s face on the other hand lit up with a smile. “I know about that stuff! I can talk you through it at The Spoon, if you want?”

Cyrus found himself blinking at TJ for the third time that day, briefly wondering what the hell this boy couldn’t do. This wasn’t good for his heart or his massive crush.

“That’d be great,” he managed as they reached the motorcycle, flashing TJ a smile.

It was easier this time for Cyrus to slip the helmet over his head and secure it, as well as step up onto the peg and settling down behind TJ. Sunlight was beaming down on them both now, and the harsh winds from a few hours ago had subsided. Cyrus felt the same rush he had earlier as he watched streets and storefronts pass by them in a blur, and the ride didn’t seem so bumpy now that he was more relaxed.

The trip wasn’t long, and the duo were walking into The Spoon soon enough. The bell chimed above their heads as they did, and TJ’s hand remained gently on Cyrus’ back as they made their way to an empty booth in the corner of the diner.

TJ sat down in the seat opposite to Cyrus, leaning forward almost immediately and resting his elbows on the table. Cyrus’ gaze flickered to the boy’s leather jacket before returning to his face, where a playful smile was tugging at his lips. Cyrus’ heart skipped a beat.

“Your outfit was cute today,” TJ said suddenly.

“...I wear this stuff all the time though,” Cyrus responded with a laugh, blushing slightly as he gestured down to his hoodie.

“Yeah. And it’s always cute.”

He looked down at the table at that, taking a moment or two to remind himself that TJ was only being friendly. It really didn’t help the blush on his face in the slightest though, and being inside The Spoon, there was no way he could attribute it to the cold.

“Hey um...what were the chords again for the second song you showed me?” he asked, eager to change the topic.

TJ smiled, reaching down to pull a pen from his pocket, before holding out a hand. Cyrus gave him a confused look, but hesitantly held his hand out to the boy anyway, who took it gently and placed it down on the table. His breathing caught slightly when TJ began to write the chords on the back of his hand, leaning in slightly as he did so.

Cyrus glanced up to watch his face for a moment, looking back down immediately when he realised how little space there was between them. He let out a shaky breath, keeping his gaze trained on the chords TJ was writing.

“There you go,” he said after a few moments, smiling as he clicked his pen.

“Thanks,” Cyrus smiled, voice barely above a whisper.

They remained like that for a few moments before he pulled away, clearing his throat. “So uh...components of the immune system?”

TJ sighed and leaned back in his seat, taking the boy in for a few moments with a slight smile on his face. “Okay - let's start with phagocytes.”

Somehow, amongst TJ’s explanations and their dramatic tater theatre performances, Cyrus lost track of time. The sky outside was darkening rapidly, and they were beginning to lose light inside the diner.

The conversation between them had lulled a few minutes ago, after hours of animated talking, and things seemed peaceful despite the chattering coming from around them. TJ was leaning forward, resting his elbows on the table, eyes flickering between Cyrus and their hands. Cyrus was leaning forward too, and the butterflies in his stomach were getting crazier with each second that passed. Eventually, when the tension became too much, he leaned back in his seat.

“I should probably get home,” he murmured, sounding somewhat reluctant. He felt as though his face was on fire despite the cold that was setting in as dusk approached.

TJ nodded. “I can take you...if you want.”

Cyrus smiled. “That’d be nice.”

The cool evening breeze that hit them as they stepped outside was a refreshing contrast to the warm, stuffy air inside of the diner. A relatively clear sky, now darkened and tinged with varying pinks, stretched above their heads as they approached the motorcycle once more. Leaves rustled in the trees around them, and the distinct sounds of chirping crickets were beginning to fill the air.

TJ helped him with his helmet, despite them both being well aware Cyrus didn’t need it now that the straps had been adjusted, and soon enough they were headed towards Cyrus’ house. Cool wind was whipping against his hoodie, and the storefronts all become a blur of lights. He let out a sigh of contentment, tightening his grip slightly on TJ’s waist. Adrenaline was already surging, coursing through him as TJ steered the motorcycle left around a corner, leaning down towards the ground.

When they arrived, TJ helped him off the motorcycle and kicked up the metal stand, cheeks tinged red by the cold.

Cyrus pulled the helmet over his head, handing it over to TJ with a smile.

“Thanks for taking me to school...and to The Spoon...and home again.”

The boy waved him off. “It was nothing.”

Cyrus took a deep breath, hesitating for a moment. He wasn’t sure if it was the adrenaline surging through him, or the way TJ looked in that moment - wearing his leather jacket, smiling as though Cyrus was the only thing in the world that mattered.

All he knew was that suddenly he was blurting the words “really like you,” and somehow, the world didn’t end right then and there. TJ’s smile immediately softened, and he pushed the visor of his helmet up.

“I like you too,” he murmured after a moment, holding out a hand for the boy.

Cyrus accepted it shyly, and it took him a few moments to register what the hell TJ had just confessed to before he was gasping.

“You like me?”

“Of course I like you,” he smiled, reaching out to brush away a strand of hair that had been flattened against Cyrus’ forehead by the helmet

“So...theoretically...if I were to ask you out on a date to the History museum...”

“I’d say yes and ask you when,” TJ nodded, still smiling.

Cyrus laughed slightly at that, briefly directing his gaze down towards the ground. “...Does this Saturday work? At 12?”

“It does,” TJ confirmed.

They both stood there for a moment, under the darkening sky, and Cyrus over the moon that he wouldn’t mind spending the next few hours dancing his heart out to trashy (but wonderful) 2000’s pop music.

“Great! I should um...I should probably go. But I’ll message you, okay?”

TJ smiled. “I’ll be waiting.”

Cyrus let go of the boy’s hand, turning around and making his way over to the front door, when he stopped in his tracks. His heart was beating wildly in his chest as he turned around again.

“TJ?”

The boy turned away from his motorcycle again, giving him a questioning look. Cyrus hesitated for a moment, before walking right up to him again and standing up on his tip-toes to press a kiss to his cheek. It was somewhat awkward with the helmet, but TJ didn’t seem to mind because he was grinning as Cyrus pulled away.

“Bye,” he said softly, before turning away again and rushing back over to his front door, for real this time. A quick glance over his shoulder confirmed that TJ was still looking after him fondly, arms crossed casually over his chest as he leant against his motorcycle.

His phone lit up with a message the moment he stepped into his house.

TJ: Same time tomorrow? xx

He smiled and sent a quick text back, heart fluttering in his chest.

Cyrus: I’ll see you then! xx

Thanks for reading! Reblogs/comments are appreciated if you liked it <3

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iamthekingofsass · 6 years ago

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sunset-snekromancer · 6 years ago

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So, a post I reblogged amidst my spam of reblogs commented on the fact that Aziraphale might have REALIZED he was in love with Crowley at the church, not that he fell in love with him then, and honestly??

Yes.

Like, from my experience, you don't fall for someone and instantly realize it. You fall for them, and then something happens, and you look back, and realize, "Shit. I've been in love with them for a while, haven't I?"

And to me, that's what Aziraphale's face in that scene shows. It's an "Oh, shit. Holy shit, oh no, I love him, when did this happen" sort of thing.

Personally, from watching the cold open several times -- don't judge me -- I believe that Aziraphale's fall (lmao) kind of began in the 1600s with Hamlet. His enjoyment of the play is obvious from the beginning, and even though it's all rather lackluster, you can see how genuinely happy the play makes him, and how sad he looks when it becomes clear that the play won't go anywhere. And his happy little grin when Crowley, putting up an overdramatic fuss as Crowley is wont to do, says that he'll make it popular for him.

But I believe that love really began to spark into life in Paris during the Revolution.

One glance at my tags and one conversation with me about this show will tell you how much I can scream about the way Aziraphale's face just... softens with excitement and relief when he hears Crowley snarking behind him, and from someone who has fallen HARD for someone and spent a good... year and a half? without realizing it, that is the EXACT face anytime I got a message from that person that I wasn't expecting during a bad day. The look of relief and of joy on his face when he turns around to see Crowley there just stabs me in the heart, if I'm being perfectly honest.

Which leads to the park in London in the 1860s. How instantaneously Aziraphale rejects Crowley's wish for holy water -- not because he himself would get in trouble, but because it could destroy Crowley. His tripping over words and awkward fumbling around the whole Heaven and Hell deal. The way he instantly clams up and snaps back when Crowley, hurt by the fact that apparently all they've been doing is "fraternizing", makes the stunted claim of "I don't need you". Aziraphale is strangely hurt by this, and you can see in his face that he doesn't really know why, and so instead of figuring it out, retorts that "the feeling is mutual, obviously" and flings the paper with Crowley's request on it in the water, before stalking away. That just reads avoidance to me, a sense of Aziraphale not fully grasping the situation and just choosing to ignore it in lieu of possibly making everything worse.

Which then goes full circle back to stage one. Here is the demon, who in the previous scene Aziraphale had rejected under no uncertain terms, back again to save him from Nazis in the typical overdramatic Crowley way. And not only does he do that, with flying colors, he saves Aziraphale's books, the things that he loves. And that is the moment that it clicks for him, I believe. That's the moment that Aziraphale realizes.

"Holy shit, I love him."

#good omens #wow baby's first good omens meta #forgive me if I'm rambling I'm just #jnfbs #this has probably been done better but whatever #I do what I like

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annakie · 5 years ago

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Notes on a blog cleanup.

I’ve been going back through my earliest blog posts (I joined this hellhole in May, 2011) to try and find a particular post I made, and decided to do some cleaning up of the early-blog cringe. Then I got a little addicted to it.

So I started keeping this running log of notes as I went through. Enjoy.

Basically the first few months my blog was more or less just a Doctor Who blog. Just going back reliving those early Doctor Who memories, back when Season 7 was airing... and tumblr was at the height of the Doctor Who craze. I’m only deleting the cringe-est of cringe posts from back then.

Fuck, this is making me want to rewatch Doctor Who. I haven’t rewatched Doctor Who in like a half dozen years. Probably more. I mean I still keep up with the show when it airs but except for a few select episodes (mostly The Husbands of River Song, I’ve seen that like five times, it’s so good) I almost never actually go back and rewatch episodes. This is a bad idea.

Also remember when we all felt the need to comment completely useless things on people’s posts who clearly didn’t care or add to the conversation. Did a lot of that. Deleting a lot of this unless it’s something I actually want to remember for some reason.

Any proof also that I may have liked Bedknob Cumberbund. Only a few Sherlock posts but yikes? Was that me? Luckily no SuperWhoLock so far, but not surprising because I watched Supernatural enough to catch up to it and watch like season 8 live, and I think I tapped out mid-season 9 and was never THAT into it.

Adam Baldwin Appreciation Post... DELETED. Yikes.

Apparently I once tagged something “otp3”? *facepalm*

Found a post I reblogged where someone was DEMANDING CREDIT if someone reposted any pics from a set of pics of an actor because they spent a lot of time working very hard.... removing the watermarks from the pictures. Imagine demanding credit for stealing the credit from someone else’s work. Nowadays I’d just block the OP if I saw that on my dash. 2011 tumblr was a lawless time.

Getting in a few months to where I THOUGHT I had started tagging my posts, but instead I was reblogging with other people’s tags when that was able to be automatic. I keep finding posts with like super thirsty tags that I am 99% sure were not mine, and deleting the tags or usually just the entire post. Also lots of times I just kept tags that were like “mine” for things I clearly did not make myself. Been kinda lazy about fixing this.

A LOT of “this post has been hidden for possible adult content” posts, and there’s no way to either see the post or delete the post. Neat. Also I’m sure almost none of them were anything objectional because even back then I didn’t relog NSFW stuff ever?

Oh no I’d reblogged a “Wake me up when September ends “joke” post. Sorry Greenday. Deleted.

Fuck, I’m rewatching Doctor Who. How did this happen? I’m on Aliens of London already? This is so bad. Why am I doing this? Oh, nostalgia.

God I used to be so salty about Doctor Who / people who were assholes about Martha Jones. I’d actually forgotten just how bad I was about that. On the other hand, holy shit people were assholes about Martha Jones and I’d forgotten how shitty people were in her tag. Even back then I’d block those OPs but still. Yikes on both sides.

I’ve deleted over 300 posts now and I just made it to October 1st, 2011.

This is giving me the opportunity to go back and tag a bunch of posts as personal posts though so that I have a better record of what I was doing back then, which is nice. I didn’t really start tagging personal posts as much until probably 2012. Finding some pretty good memories that I’m glad I am tagging for keeps.

Hahaha remember when Netflix was going to rebrand the dvd side of their business as Qwickster? My blog does.

Tags on a HIMYM post about shipping Ted and Robin more than Barney and Robin? Definitely not mine. Ick. Also remember having good feelings about HIMYM before the finale gut-punched your love of the show out of you?

October 15, 2011 I reblogged a post about Elizabeth Warren. I was clearly ahead of my time.

There’s so many posts now that are just broken because the posts are deleted or because things were reblogged as links. Remember when that was a thing?

Anyway I’m on Boomtown now and uh, Micky Smith is still great? I can’t believe people hated him after the first episode where he was (understandably, humanly) cowardly.

Early December 2011 and I’m getting real tired of my own fandom wank. I cared so much about a fictional character. Kind of not regretting deleting more of this but hey I wrote a lot of essays, why not keep that proof?

Also I’ve started requeueing some good posts from way back when now, so expect a blast from the past on your dash starting a couple of weeks from now. It’s a bit hard finding stuff that’d be considered truly good even today since gif size was so much smaller back then.

Seeing so many old familiar names of mutuals on my dash is nice though. I miss some of these people... and a few are still around. Hi there, friends I made through Doctor Who in 2011!

January 11th 2012 - I was watching Supernatural and damnit I reblogged something SuperWhoLock. I hate you, January 2012 Me. (OK actually I don’t because January 2012 me made a courageous decision that changed my life for the better in so many ways, but I’m still judging her choices in tumblr posts.) At least the blog overall is starting to go down to like 60% Doctor Who and 10% Parks and Rec and 30% Other, including some socially conscious posts. The cringe has lessened, but still there.

Also I’m on The Parting of the Ways, and yeah season 1 of New Who was just as uneven as I remembered it. Eccelston did the best he could with what he was given, which was sometimes great, and the rest of the main cast was admirable as well. Mickey, still underrated. Captain Jack... still amazing.�� And the Doctor did him so, so wrong by leaving him behind. Gah.

Anyway, in two nights I’ve now gone back over 750 pages of 15 posts per page, I’m on page 2488 of 2981. I’ve deleted over 600 posts (40 pages worth) because they were dumb, bad, irrelevant, broken or just something I no longer want on my blog anymore. I’m still only in mid-January, less than 8 months after this blog was started, but also I think I’m getting near the point of where I set up a queue and did a lot less post-spamming. I may pick this project back up sometime next week, since I’m about to have a very busy rest of the week. I think the worst of the cringe is past, though.

#personal post tag thingy #notes on a blog cleanup

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hugsfromdad · 6 years ago

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Hey kids,

How is everyone?

It's been a long time since I've done a check-in post and I've recently been feeling a real need to reconnect with all of you on here.

TLDR: my life is really busy and crazy and theater hasn't been good for me but I'm surviving. I miss y'all sm and want to hear from you. Whether it's anon, message, comment, or reblog. I have next to no freetime rn, but i really want to reconnect and am gonna try my best to be present on here more.💗

My life update: I've been so enjoying not being on instagram and just focusing on myself, healing and growing, and the few real relationships I have outside of social media. However, it's been hard cause I realized just how few close friends i actually have and the desperate need I have for friends who live nearby me. My two current best friends live 3.5 hours away, and in Colorado... So not someone i can hit up to have supper with and get a hug from when im having a tough day. And ive been having quite a few of those recently.

Joining theater has been...an experience. My mum has helped me to realize that i joined this production with expectations of making new friends.... Those expectations, as low as i thought they were, were wrong. It's like being in a ridiculously intense class with kids who already all know each other. It's not a clique, and I'm not being excluded, but it's like trying to break into a world where i dont even speak their language, and I'm still deciding if i really even want to.

I've been spending 3-4 days a week, 3hrs+ (sometimes 10hrs) per day with these people, for now 2 months--and I still dont know more than 3ish facts about the majority of them. A couple of them i have been able to get closer to-- but only because I found a time outside of practice hours to get to know them.

This has been really difficult for me. A lot about this situation is triggering for me and bringing me back to my bad years when I knew and spent time with a lot of people, but felt really alone and had no friends... So, it gets kind of scary when im already having a bad day and i go to practice. I have to be really careful and intentional of staying on the road when I drive home because my suicidalness kicks back in real strong...yeah, it's that bad. But I'm being careful and open with my mum and therapist about this all.

On good days, I kind of maybe consider doing this again. But in actuality... I dont want to. I'm not really having fun and I don't want to put myself through this again. I dont have a passion for this and I would need some really good, close (location-wise and friendship-wise) friends in my life, and in theater, to be able to enjoy doing this again.

So yeah... That's THAT whole situation. I'm counting the days til it's over... 20. Closing night is on my birthday... Best present I could get. I really just want to have my life back from this. And i hate that I'm good at it and so the people there assume im having fun and gonna want to do this again.. And, worst of all assumptions; that im carefree and happy-- lol.

So thats pretty unfortunate, but I'm at least getting another really good learning experience, and I cannot tell yall how fucking proud of myself i am for doing this. This is a big deal and I threw myself in the deep end and it turns out im actually good at swimming--even if I dont like it.

When it comes to my personal life (what's that?) It boils down to: I need friends. I'm trying to find people close in location to me... But, because my soul is currently owned by the theater, I cant do much at all. I am trying tho.

I tried a few dating apps... Oof. Ew no. I hate dating apps and I hated every moment on there. Not finding people really and its pretty sucky, but my therapist keeps reminding me that it's not me, it's my difficult situations throughout life that's kept me from finding people to date. There was one person I matched with who I was talking to for a bit, but then they havent replied to me for 2 days now, so im hoping everything is okay, but I'm kinda used to being ghosted at this point. Ill finding someone tho. Its gotta happen.

I'm pursuing my transition more-- hopefully I'll be starting testosterone soon and I'm looking into surgeons now and saving my money with a mindset towards top surgery within a year... We'll see. But its super exciting. My theater director (who is really bipolar and freaks me out some, but seems to adore me) put a stubble beard on me with makeup yesterday cause I had mentioned wanting a beard once i got on testosterone. It nearly made me cry and I couldnt stop smiling. I wore it home and hated taking it off before bed. I really really want a beard and im so fucking close, it's giving me strength.

My music and writing and painting and all other things have come to a screeching halt since starting theater, but i have a ton of inspiration that's built up over the past couple months that I'm super excited to unleash it the moment I'm free of this commitment. Im already working on a musical about this whole experience joining theater that I think would be really good. And I really want to finish my books and get them out there. We shall see what happens.

I love you all so much and my heart constantly goes out to you all and all of your experiences and struggles. I want to be here with you and laugh and cry, morn and celebrate together. Hopefully more of the good, tho.

Please feel free to reach out to me, even though I haven't been active at all on here. Message/anon me about your life, or questions, updates, celebrations, jokes, good pickup lines for me to use on my best friend as soon as his cruise is over and I can spam him again (holy shit I miss him so much @jamesboii please come home soon). Or like just reach out and say hello-- it might take me a day to reply, but i will.

Love y'all so much, sorry for this long blurp about my life. But i just wanted to post something and try to reconnect.

What do y'all want to see me posting? Im down to try new things. ✌

Sending hugs and love,

💕-dad

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timebird84 · 6 years ago

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Okay, holy shit, I’ve so many #the phandom’s masquerade posts in queue by now! Wow! Really didn’t expect that big response! It’s awesome, you are all wonderful. I will reblog every single one, but since I don’t want to spam my followers with one big #the phandom’s masquerade wave, it can take a while until I’ve reblogged all of them. I will reblog a few every now and then. So please don’t worry, if it takes a while until I reblog yours, it will come eventually :).

#fyi #personal stuff #timebird84 #the phandom's masquerade

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moonraccoon-exe · 6 years ago

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Ok tumblr is messing around with me now and I have no idea if the first message sent but I read all my tags and I really do love seeing yours on my art

LISTEN. ARTIST.

I TRIED.

BUT DID YOU KNOW THAT THERE’S A TAG LIMIT ON TUMBLR OF ONLY 30 TAGS.

HOW DO YOU. HOW. DO YOU EXPECT ME TO WRITE EVERY THOUGHT AND IMPRESSION I HAVE OF YOUR…YOUR….BREATHTAKING. BEAUTIFUL. MAJESTIC. ABSURDLY GORGEOUS AND INSANELY STUNNING ART.

IN ONLY 30 TAGS?!?!!?!?!?!?!??!?!

*sHRIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK*

I would add here the gif of the bird SCREECHING but I don’t want to scare or spam you aklsjdfkladjglakdjaldkj

OKAY. LISTEN. I’M GOING TO CALM DOWN BEFORE BECAUSE…IT’S NOT. I MEAN IT’S NOT EVERY DAY THAT YOU GET SENT AN ASK FROM A

S T A R

AKLSDJFLKDAJGLKDAJFDALKGJALKGAD

(Imma- Imma go on under the keep reading, yes? I just, I just DIDN’T HAVE ENOUGH TAG SPACE, I WANT TO KEEP GOING HERE)

Okay, oKAY, I want to freak out because HOLY FUCKING SHIT, IT’S AN ARTIST THAT GETS THOUSANDS OF NOTES PER ARTWORK, IT’S THE GENIUS BEHIND THE PROMPTO AND NOCTIS QUOTING MEWTWO COMIC, THIS IS A SUPERSTAR, FAMOUS DIVINE ARTIST WITH ANGEL HANDS THAT DRAW PHENOMENAL ART, IN MY GARBAGE LANDS AND TALKING TO ME, I’M FREAKING OUT, EVERYBODY CALM DOWN

But I’m gonna try to STAY STILL AND KEEP IT COOL, because I don’t want to creep you out and to keep this relatively in order instead of making THE MESS OF A 3-PAGES LONG RANT OF YELLING AND SCREAMING BECAUSE HOH MY GOD YOU’RE TALKING TO ME AKLSDJLAKDJGADLKGJDA I DIE

So first of all!

I’m sorry it took me so long to reply. The week’s been sorta messy and busy since friday ahah, so even though I did have time to answer to your ask, I wanted to do it only after I had added the tags. You know, just to let you know that I did. And…to not give you more work or so you don’t browse through your thousands of reblogs, here is the link...it’s not much, I filled my 30 tags too quick and barely started saying something, but just to let you know that I did. Heh. ;w;

Okay, I just got attacked by a sudden GIANT WAVE OF SHYNESS, but I’m still going to say the tings I have in mind and want to tell you hnhgnhg

Thank you so much for reading my tags. Thank you immensely for taking the time to do that, really. I know how Tumblr can be so deadly quiet, and how most of the people who reblog (IF they reblog) put nothing in the tags, a few tag general stuff, and there’s only comments in 1 or 2 reblogs. I say this not to credit myself, it’s not that. It’s just that, with the quantity of reblogs you get, and you saying that you check them ALL out…well, thank you.

I know it can be tiringto check reblog after reblog and see nothing over and over again. Anyone else would just give up and stop checking because no one says anything. So thank you for taking the time to check not just my tags, but everyone else’s, despite it not always turning as you may wish ;w;

Also, thank you so much for taking the time to write to me. You didn’t need to. It’s too much of me to ask from artists to tell me if they want me to add comments or not. It even sounds rude, “YOU contact me if you want to know what I think about your art”. Gee. It can come off as rude and not right…but I think you understood me. And for that I’m immensely grateful.

Thank you for reading my tags, and thank you even more for dropping by to tell me you did. For each 7 artworks I reblog asking if they’re seeing the tags, 1 replies. In this case, it was you. and I’m so hyped about it, you have no idea. Thank you so much

Aaah, also, no other ask of yours made it in. This is the only one I had, so no worries. And even if a million had made it in, no worries! It’s so insane that you took the time to write to me once, AND stayed to make sure it sent? That’s so sweet of you, it really is so kind, thank you so much for worrying about that and being so attentive… ;w;

Oh no, this is getting so long, but I’d really like to say more about your art because the tags weren’t enough, seriously…I’m sorry I keep talking aksljdakldjg I’m sorry ;n;

I just wanted to let you know that that comic is brilliant. Genius in every way. Many see just the joke, which is great enough, but seriously, I looked at everything and it’s…insanely mindblowing in the most beautiful way ever. The art itself is GORGEOUS beyond anything I can say. I don’t have words enough and I lack the vocabulary to express how INSANE and stunning your art is, it’s truly…a jewel, but better and prettier.

Your artstyle is gorgeous no matter where you look at. Lineart, colors, textures, anatomy, expressions, there’s literally not a single thing that isn’t BEAUTIFUL. I’m keeping this very short because of how much I’ve written already, but seriously, your art makes my head explode because it doesn’t fit in my mortal brain. It’s so stunning, I have no way to describe it.

You’re FANTASTIC at making comics. I wouldn’t have known you need practice if you hadn’t added that in the tags. I love the flow and I think that it’s everything arranged in a very good way. I don’t know how to word it, forgive a non-native speaker ;n; But like, the way you placed everything where it is, the dialogue boxes and the characters, it all has a nice flow, and nothing looks off. I’m no artist but personally I’d say you’re AMAZING at comics

I’m in love with the expressions you drew, you have no idea. The sequence of Prompto confessing is insanely beautiful due to the load of emotion that it transmits. The joke is great, yes, but your add added it the real weight it needed and MORE. That 4 panel sequence is so GORGEOUS because it transmits and holds within all this pain, this serious sorrow, this huge weight of his identity crisis. Honestly, if you had decided to make it a drama, you’d have nailed it.

And you also nailed comedy FANTASTICALLY!! Which is insane, makin both things work out in such short lapse SUCCESSFULLY? Wow. That takes more than just “drawing pretty”.

What I mean to say is that you’re a complete, phenomenal artist. Visually and emotionally, you draw wonders. You capture emotions, you draw really beautifully, and you’re creative and everything flows.

And basically can I have an autograph aksldjdalkgjadlkgjad

I’ll keep this ask as my autograph because oh m y g o d what were the odds such a giant of an artist wote to me??? :)

SO YEH, I’M SO PROFOUNDLY SORRY AND EMBARRASSED FOR THIS RANT, I UNDERSTAND IF YOU’RE CREEPED OUT KLASJDAKLDGJDAKLGJADGKL I’M DONE I PROMISE AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH

But yeh. Thank you again for taking the time to write to me. That talks very niceyly about you as a person, too… ;w;

I hope you’re having a FANTASTIC day!!

#coonreplies #nooling #coonrants

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uurameshii · 6 years ago

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SHIPPING INFO | ABOUT MUN. REPOST DON’T REBLOG

✧ WHAT’S YOUR OTP FOR YOUR MUSE ? I’m Yusuke x Kurama trash tbh. I’m not going to lie, lmao. They’ve been one of my OTPs for a really long time, but I also adore Yusuke x Keiko because holy shit, that girl has the fucking patience of a saint putting up with Yusuke’s shit, lmao. BUT CAN I JUST SAY~ I wasn’t a huge crossover ship person when I first started out, but now I ship Yusuke with muses I never imagined I would and I love it. <3

✧ WHAT ARE YOU WILLING TO RP WHEN IT COMES TO SHIPPING ? TBH I’m still working that out as I go! I’m fine with shipping Yusuke with anyone as long as there’s chemistry there. I’m cool with fluff, angst, action, violence and maybe (and this is a huge maybe) smut? It depends because I’m still on the fence about it, but if I do decide to, it will only take place in Yusuke’s main verse when he’s 21 and I will only write smut with those I feel comfortable with. Toxic ships are okay too, to a certain extent but I will not change my muse and his opinions/reactions/actions to make him fit into a ship with anyone.

✧ HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE ?

Honestly, for the sake of my comfort, I will not ship with muns under the age of 18. As for character age gaps, it depends? In Yusuke’s main verse, his age can range from 19-21, so I’m willing to ship Yusuke with any humans that are in the same general age range as him, and as for demons, I know this can get a little muddy since demons tend to be hundreds of years old and all that good stuff~ As long as they don’t appear to be ridiculously older than Yusuke?? Like. I’m not going to ship Yusuke with a demon that looks like they’re in their mid forties/fifties? lmfao. In Yusuke’s Spirit Detective verses where his age may range between 14-18, I will ship him with other muses within the same general age range as him but I will not be RPing any smut within those verses.

✧ ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING ?: YES. I’ve become very fucking selective, lmao. Don’t get me wrong, I can be a shipping hoe at times, but I’m also someone that wants and appreciates progression and chemistry. If I plan to ship something, I’ll discuss it with the mun first and see how things develop first. Usually, I feel it’s a matter of letting the muses interact to see if they have chemistry. If they have chemistry, awesome. If not, I’m sorry but I can’t and won’t fake the funk. It’s nothing personal. If our muses don’t click romantically, I’m 100% open to other bonds/relationships like friends, rivals, enemies, or even sibling type bonds. Seriously. I love all BROTPs and enemies just as much as I love my ships, so give me all the things.

✧ HOW FAR DO STEAMY MOMENTS HAVE TO GO BEFORE THEY’RE CONSIDERED NSFW? Lmfao the moment there’s touching and clothes are coming off, I think that’s where I’ll throw in a read more. Sometimes I’ll tag dirty/funny memes as nsfw just for other people’s comfort but for the most part that’s about as nsfw as you’ll see on here? With the exception of my thread with my favorite sin cryptid.

✧ WHO ARE OTHER MUSES YOU SHIP YOUR MUSE WITH ? Weeeeeeell~ Right now, Yusuke is currently being shipped with @jardinfleursduciel‘s Kurama, @spiritxkissed‘s Keiko, @slayersheart‘s Sango, @moonliighttears Usagi, @bubblegumscales Juri, @thievingbat‘s Kuronue, @jokeranonymous, and @timidplum . Depending on the verse, he’s also got an OT3 going with Joker and Plum, and an OT3 with @jardinfleursduciel‘s Kurama and @thievingbat‘s Kuronue. There are some other relationships in the works though! So keep an eye out. 👀

✧ DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU ? Yeah! It would be appreciated, lol. If you feel like your muse and mine have potential to become a ship, pop in and let me know. Now, as I said before, it’s all about chemistry and seeing how the muses interact.

✧ HOW OFTEN DO YOU LIKE TO SHIP ?: Listennnnn~ I love my ships mmkay? I really do. I’m the type to fuck you up with those ship feels by reblogging a song/image that’s relevant to a thread or slide into your inbox to give you all the love. XD BUT HEY, like I said, I’m not all about romantic ships. I can’t stress this enough. Yusuke needs more friends as well as enemies. ;D

✧ ARE YOU SHIP OBSESSED OR SHIP MORE-OR-LESS ? I don’t know if I’d say ship obsessed but I’m very invested in my ships! :3 I try to keep it under control so I’m not constantly spamming the dash with shippy things, but if I’m in a mood for angst and/or fluff, chances are you will know. XD

✧ ARE YOU MULTISHIP ? Yup, yup! I’m multiship and every relationship, be it a two-person or OT3 ship is set in a different verse/AU. :3

✧ WHAT ARE YOUR FAVORITE SHIP(S) IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM ? I always have been and forever will be Yusuke x Kurama and Yusuke x Keiko trash, but I’m curious to see what other ships this fandom will make me fall in love with because at this point IDEK what to expect?? I love it. <3

✧ FINALLY, HOW DOES ONE SHIP WITH YOU ?: You can either leave out a plate of arroz con habichuelas with a side of tostones, a riceball or a bag of popcorn. Maybe some mashed potatoes too. I swear I’m not telling you to bribe me with food, lmfao.

Nah, I kid. ;D Just pop into the inbox and talk to me! I won’t bite.

Tagging: Anyone who wants to do the thing tbh!~

#☆ ɢᴇᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏʟᴅ ʙɪᴛᴄʜ! | ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴs ☆#[ bringing this back bc I updated it! <3 ]#[ fuck I feel like ship trash ]#[ whoops ]

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artemis-entreri · 7 years ago

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[[ Thanks everyone for the likes, comments, and reblogs on my Valentine’s Day art! <3 Sorry in advance for the long response post! This was the best I could think of to not spam everyone’s dashes. >_> I super appreciate you guys taking the time to look at my art and comment. :D <3

P.S. does anyone know why Tumblr is labeling my image as a “panorama”? Is it a new format thingy, or is it because my preview image is so wide?

d-lishtastytheatre reblogged your panorama “[[ A little something for Valentine’s Day! ;D Thanks a bunch to…” and added:

YYYYEWEEAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!! me friend mAKE THAT GOOD ART

:DDDDDD Dude you have no idea how much you being around all of these years have helped me keep making Jartemis stuff. xD

maverlok replied to your panorama “[[ A little something for Valentine’s Day! ;D Thanks a bunch to…”

Holy shit, that came out fantastic???? What were you saying about not being able to color well? LIES

I’m still not where I want to be, but I think I did better here than I’ve ever done previously. I’m pretty pleased with how Jarlaxle came out overall, I wanted to make him appropriately black-skinned but there was a big risk losing him in the darkness. I think though that painting him with all the colors of the (Underdark) wind prevented that. xD I feel like I didn’t do as good of a job on Artemis, I worry that reads as too purple because of his shading, not to mention as pale-skinned instead of brown-skinned. :\ But the upside of all of this is that I think I’ve managed to conquer my hurdle of feeling like my stuff looks better if I don’t color them. :D

ladyzwei replied to your panorama “[[ A little something for Valentine’s Day! ;D Thanks a bunch to...”

Incredible. Absolutely incredible. This is stunning, beyond stunning. All the stunning. All of everything. Holy crap this is perfect. Thank you, your awesomeness for this blessing of divine art.

I definitely don’t deserve this much praise. xD But thank you nonetheless, I’m really glad that you like it. :D I hope to one day be able to make something to deserve this level of accolade.

flow-motion replied to your panorama “[[ A little something for Valentine’s Day! ;D Thanks a bunch to...”

Woah woah woah this is hot!! I love how artemis is holding his hand like he wants to stop jarlaxle from touching him waaah

I’m SO GLAD that you commented on that! :D While composing this piece, I wanted to show the interplay between the mental and physical top and bottom roles of these two in this intimate setting. Normally, the one receiving the “service” would be the physical top, and what’d often happen is that the top would grab onto the bottom’s head or some other body part to control his motions. However, Artemis isn’t doing that, because he’s not both the physical and the mental top. Even though Jarlaxle is technically acting the role of the physical bottom, he’s the mental top. Artemis wouldn’t be readily comfortable with being the physical bottom because of all of his insecurity and vulnerability issues, and that’s just fine with Jarlaxle, because they both know who has the reins in the situation. ;P But, Artemis wouldn’t be able to just lay back and take it, he can’t let Jarlaxle completely have his way because that’d destroy the illusion of his power too much, and so Jarlaxle’s wrist is a good point of resistance (as well as an anchor xD), but hardly detracts from Jarlaxle steering the wheel. ;)

scratchedagain replied to your panorama “[[ A little something for Valentine’s Day! ;D Thanks a bunch to...”

This is super hot and incredibly well done! And those rings! So pretty and holy crap, the details! Fantastic!

I loved doing the details, probably the most out of anything. xD I felt some remorse after doing them because I had to blur them (for the background) or they’d be too small to see normally (in the full image). I know it’s probably narcissistic of me to include the blown-up versions but at least some good came of it. >_>

baenre-jarlaxle reblogged your panorama “[[ A little something for Valentine’s Day! ;D Thanks a bunch to…” and added:

My my my someone saw into one of my dreams ~

((Such beautiful work!!! You’re an amazing artist, my friend! Gorgeous!!!)

Hello friend! I know that we haven’t interacted before this but I really appreciate that you like my work! <3 Thank you so much! :D Feel free to message me, I’ve been pretty out of the RP scene but I’m trying to shake off the cobwebs and get back into it. I’m sorry that the FR RP scene has been pretty dead, if you want to do something, let’s talk. ;D

jarlaxlebaenre reblogged your panorama “[[ A little something for Valentine’s Day! ;D Thanks a bunch to…” and added:

{ Beautiful work! I see the same sort of attention to detail in this as I do in your writing, as well as the exceptional portrayal of the relationship/chemistry between these two. :-D

Although, given the amount of warning you gave, I was really expecting something less tame. ;-P This is indeed NSFW but I thought it’d be a lot more explicit; genitalia is visible but it’s not even a full dick. Oh noes, the humanity of seeing a partial dick! Alas, we’re traumatized for life! However shall we recover from this deep and awful scar? ;-P }

Hey, some of us aren’t physically configured such that we have the option to see a full dick whenever we want, multiple times a day. I’M JUST BEING CONSIDERATE OF THOSE OF US, OK? :P

... although, I guess with the existence of the internet, my argument doesn’t really stand. >:| WELL I’M JUST BEING CONSIDERATE OF THOSE PEOPLE WHO DON’T HAVE THE INTERNET TO BE ABLE TO SEE FULL DICks whenever they want and thus they wouldn’t be able to see my pic either and... =_= oh, go eat a partial dick. ;P

neverwinterforgottenhero replied to your panorama “[[ A little something for Valentine’s Day! ;D Thanks a bunch to...”

Gosh so many details! Love the rings that's beautiful, the whole scene is quite erotic ;) That's awesome dear!

Thank you so much! :D Part of me died a little when I saw your message because I was all like, “Oh god I’ve polluted the eyes of Rith-mun who makes pure art of pretty elves with more pr0n again lightning strike me down nao.” xD ]]

#ooc #responses #d-lishtastytheatre #maverlok #ladyzwei #flow-motion #scratchedagain #baenre-jarlaxle #jarlaxlebaenre #neverwinterforgottenhero

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thewildwilds · 8 years ago

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I finally got around to posting this! As some of you may know, I got Kuzupeko fic ideas coming out of my ears. Along with my numerous one-shot ideas, I have a ton of longer multi-chapter story ideas that are probably close to impossible for me to work on all at once. So I’m opening up a survey to see what followers would be the most interested in reading!

The following are excerpts from the fics I’d like to gauge interest in. (Just FYI, these aren’t the only multi-chapter fic ideas I have, they’re just the ones I’d like to know if people wanna see or not.)

The Blackbird and the Hare

As the cloud of dust settles around him, he peeks out from behind his arms. His eyes widen and his hands fall to his sides.

Before him stands his Servant.

Not a man.

A woman.

She emerges from the circle clad in muted robes and a nun’s straw hat. Gripped in her hand she holds a bamboo sword, as equally unremarkable as her attire. He catches a glimpse of long, silvery hair peeking out from her hat, plaited twin tails. Slowly, she lowers her sword and tips her chin up. Beneath the brim of her hat, she peers at him with the most intense pair of eyes he’s ever seen.

“Are you the one who has summoned me?” she asks, her voice low and sharp.

“I… Y… Yes. I am,” he stutters, struggling to find his voice despite his best efforts to look brave.

She takes a sudden step forward, startling him to take a step back, but instead of approaching farther, she drops down to one knee, tip of her sword to the ground.

“With this, our contract is complete,” she says. “My destination has been decided. I, your faithful Servant, shall become your sword and shield. I shall guard your fate with my own two hands. I swear to protect who I must protect, cut who I must cut. By my blade, I pledge my life to you…

“Master.”

The Seventh Holy Grail War has come to Hope’s Peak, and from the night come forth seven Masters and their Servants. Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu is chosen as the Master from the respected Kuzuryuu magi family. Victory must be assured, even if it means his life.

A slow burn fate/Stay Night AU I’ve been talking about since forever. Doesn’t really require readers to know anything about FSN since I’m taking artistic liberties with it anyway. It’ll have plenty of other ships besides Kuzupeko, both romantic and platonic, character study, and a good helping of gen-fic goodness, but it mostly has a Kuzupeko focus.

Haunting (working title)

“Shit!” His knees hit the pavement as he throws himself to the side just in time. The biker whizzes by without stopping. “Hey! Watch where you’re going, asshole!” Fuyuhiko shouts after him. The biker keeps going without looking back.

Fuyuhiko growls in the back of his throat but doesn’t say anything more. He maneuvers himself around until he’s sitting on the ground and inspects the damage to the knees of his pants. They’re scratched up and dirty from where he hit the pavement. He can even see the makings of a tear in the right knee. Great.

Out of the corner of his eye, he spots a pair of shoes. When he looks higher, his eyes meet a pair of legs that most certainly belong to a woman. Heat crawls up his neck. Ah, geez. He scrambles onto his feet and looks up. “Sorry!” he sputters without thinking. A half-second later does he realize his mistake.

It’s her. The ghost girl on the bridge, and she’s looking right at him. He sees the recognition flood her expression; the way her eyes widen and her lips slightly part. He quickly averts his gaze and shoulders his bookbag like he hadn’t seen anything in the first place, but she moves herself into his field of vision, and he can’t help but meet her eyes once more.

“… You can see me?”

His stomach bottoms out.

Shit.

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu is a normal high school boy… if you consider seeing ghosts normal. He’s been able to see ghosts since the death of his sister. It’s not so bad. As long as he doesn’t make eye contact, the ghosts don’t bother him. Before he knows it, Fuyuhiko’s caught up in a whirlwind of adventure and intrigue when he accidentally meets eyes with the ghost of a girl he always sees standing at the bridge.

An AU where Peko is a ghost and Fuyuhiko needs to help her figure out how she died so she can move on to the afterlife. It’s a lot of the mystery unraveling genre that I love, mixed in with themes of self-discovery, loss, and learning to let go.

The Impossible Years

Their newborn daughter claims two lives before she is even a day old.

The Pekoyamas are poor. Everybody knows this. Once renowned for their prowess in swordsmanship, now struggling to get by in a rapidly evolving country. But even so, Nobuyuki and Kasumi Pekoyama want a child, someone who will carry on the family name.

It is not as easy as it sounds. They are older, and so conceiving a child at their age is difficult. They try time and time again with no result. It seems impossible. They are so desperate they even consider the inconceivable: taking out loans from disreputable sources to aid in their efforts. They are tempted. Extremely tempted.

Eventually pride wins out. They may have no money, but their honor is all they have left, and so they cannot give it up.

A miracle happens. Kasumi becomes pregnant with triplets. They’d struggled for years to conceive and now they will get three at once. Two girls and a boy.

They spend months finding suitable names for their arriving children. The son they will name Peri, after the American friend who aided their family after the war. And then there’s Yuriko, after the lily blossoms Kasumi favors. But they struggle to come up with a name for their third. Reina. Emi. Shinobu. Yume. Haruka. None of them sound right. After agonizing over it for weeks, they decide they will name her when the day arrives and they can get a good look at her face to know who she will become.

In the end, it doesn’t matter. Her brother and sister come out of the womb stillborn, their umbilical cords entangled. Nobuyuki’s heart plummets. In just a few seconds he changes from an expectant father to a broken man. He has no hope for the last, his final daughter who comes out looking so frail and tiny, but his spirits are lifted, just a bit, when the midwife manages to get her to cry. It’s another miracle. The doctors say she may not have survived had her siblings made it out safely.

The midwife hands the surviving child off to her mother. Weak, but breathing. Alive.

“Peko,” Kasumi decides, touching a delicate hand to the crown of the baby’s head before dissolving into tears.

A dark canon-divergence AU that explores what might’ve happened if Peko hadn’t been taken in by the Kuzuryuu family. Would these two children grow up to be happy, as they should? Or is suffering always meant to be their fate?

I don’t wanna spoil anything, but this fic is likely to be much darker than my usual work. But hey, if you like crying and screaming, vote for this fic.

Somewhere We Call Home

The automatic door squeaks open again, loud and grating. “You seriously need to get your manager to fix that, man. It’s killing me.”

Hajime ignores him and glances up to see who it is with his customer service smile, but something about the newcomer makes the smile slide right off. Fuyuhiko turns to see who it is too and instantly feels the color drain from his face.

No.

She’s almost exactly as he remembers her. Tall, square glasses, twin braids. She’s wearing a cracked leather jacket and faded jeans and a distasteful glare she’s aiming his way. Mahiru says something, to him or to Peko he thinks, but he can’t make out what that is behind the roaring in his ears.

No no no no no. I’m not, it’s not, we’re not ready yet. Come back another day. Please.

His prayers go unanswered. She’s here and she’s not leaving. Peko doesn’t break eye contact for a second as she straightens her spine and, minutely, rolls her shoulders back.

“… Hey,” she says.

Inspired by Night in the Woods, a super self-indulgent Small Town America AU nobody asked for. Fuyuhiko moves back into his hometown, population 2,000, after living on his own for two years. But the town has changed in his absence, and he’s got a lot to answer for, including all the things, and people, he left behind.

In other words, Fuyuhiko hecked up really bad and moved out of town without telling Peko, his best friend since they were two years old. Now with him back in town, he reconnects with friends, forges new bonds, hecks up some more, and, eventually, grows up. (or, Fuyuhiko becomes an adult whether he’s ready or not and Peko expresses negative emotions without feeling like she’s in the wrong)

Please take a couple minutes to answer my survey and tell me what you think and what you would like to read!

I will be reblogging this throughout the week and closing the survey at the end of next Sunday. Sorry for the spam in advance!

#kuzupeko #danganronpa #peko pekoyama #fuyuhiko kuzuryuu #sdr2 #dr2 #long post #oh god i didn't expect it to be this gigantic #i would appreciate it so much #if you guys could take a few minutes to tell me what you think!#i'm excited for all of these but i have NO TIME to work on them all at once #so i wanna buckle down and focus #thanks for all the support!!!#anh's writing

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