#geekymatthew

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geeky-matthew replied to your post: what the hell is omegaverse please dont tell me...

Actually that is pretty much the basics of it, getting into it is a lot more complicated, but, that right there is pretty much the gist of it.

fuCK--

[theculturedcrow]

geeky-matthew replied to your post: I'm just

*kneels down and pokes* Hey, Schwarz, you okay?

[Gives a small slightly irritated whine at the poke]

[He doesn't even like being touched right now]

In all honesty? No...

[pyonpyonusagi-chan]

geeky-matthew said: ((not my fault right?))

(( Nope. It's pretty much just bad luck with finding straight male characters to RP with. I was thinking about it and this seemed like a logical train of thought Pyon would come up with. XD ))

[kitcapt]

[Okay...there are 13 people on this list, and I'm listing them in no particular order in the tags!

So yeah.

If you're on this, I think you're really cool and am really afraid to talk to  you and this is a last ditch attempt at making friends and not being too awkward. (oops too late way to go Ellie) As a mun for an OC, it's really difficult to just kinda...reach out because there's no real way for me to just say,"oh hey you know me because we're in the same story!" because she doesn't have a real story that she specifically belongs in. The people I've rp'd with already are all so nice in that regard, and all of you tagged here seem like you'd be the same, or you've proven to be already.

Whoops, that got kinda sappy.

I'll shut up and hide under a rock now.]

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nordens-konge & geeky-matthew started following you

"Ah, bonjour!" he called, waving with a smile. "How are you, mon ami?"

[champion-trainer-red-blog]

geeky-matthew challenges you

He surly had been getting a lot people coming up her lately. The Professor must've lowered his standards. He glanced at the other that walked up, he looked lost. Guessing it wasn't someone who was here to challenge him he just glanced back out, watching the snow fall. Pikachu, however, could only run up to him. Excited to see yet another new face, "Pika! Pikachu!"

[theculturedcrow]

geeky-matthew replied to your post: [He wants cuddles] [So very badly] [Someone...

I can give you a hug if you want. Are you okay?

[Shakes his head]

[Opens his arms expectantly, wings perked]

[ask-au-kiku]

Geeky-Matthew: Fangs/Monster Mash

((FROM EMBARRASSINGLY LONG AGO...this is terribly late, but I didn't want to neglect it, since a great idea popped into my head when I thought of combining these two ideas. And the more I thought about it, the more the idea grew, so here is the child of that idea. Again, this is terribly late...from Halloween late...but things kind of happened...*crawls off before silly excuses are made* Again, under a 'read more' due to its length ^^'))

*** Fangs: My character will attempt to bite yours and turn them into a vampire.

Monster Mash: Our characters get drunk at a (Halloween) party together ~*~

Alfred's Halloween parties were always mandatory affairs. Although Alfred never said the words 'Come to my party or else!', or the more direct 'Come to my party, it's mandatory!', Kiku still felt that Alfred's parties were in fact, not optional. Perhaps it was the way Alfred looked at him when he opened his  mouth to refuse, or perhaps it was the high compliments Alfred paid his creativity when it came to costumes. Or perhaps, and the most likely of all, it was because Alfred always added 'it won't be the same without you', every time he invited Kiku to a party. Seriously, he had lost count as to how many times Alfred had pulled that line on him, and how many times he had sighed and promised to attend. Unlike most years though, Kiku didn't feel the need to dress up in anything flashy. He simply donned black, a cape, and bought a highly realistic and custom-made set of fangs and red contacts, and made his skin as pale as possible with high grade costume makeup. He considered bringing fake blood to the party, but decided against it as he recalled Alfred's reaction from a previous year. He had showed up, dressed as himself but drenched in blood and claiming to have been the 'third reincarnation and where was Italy they had to get out of the house alive and together'...and Alfred had promptly screamed and run off and hid for a good portion of the party...until he had changed his clothes AND showed Alfred that Italy was indeed alive and had no clue as to what he was talking about. On Halloween night, he made his way up the sidewalk to Alfred's home, fully in costume. He did his best to ignore the stares of the trick-or-treating children, but couldn't help but blush a little at the rather suggestive comments ("Oh my god, he's hot!" or "Edward Cullen, have my babies!") being thrown at his back by the very-obviously-teenage girls. Not bothering to ring the doorbell (Alfred wouldn't hear it, and a sign on the door said 'Stay away, ghosts and Ivan, come in everyone else', clearly inviting him in. He nearly ran into Francis, dressed as a knight (still somehow managing to look both battle-rugged and gorgeous), who was currently arguing with a cloaked figure Kiku could only assume was Arthur. He slipped past them and entered the kitchen, where Alfred stood, dressed as Captain America. Other nations were scattered about the house, wearing various costumes that ranged from being slightly creative (Gilbert and Ludwig as the human 'German Sparkle Party', dragging an unwilling Austria) to downright silly (the Italy brothers were a noodle and a tomato, respectively). He made his way to the refreshments, which were located in the backyard.

Obviously, Ivan had ignored the sign...and brought a ghost with him. Kiku guessed the ghost was Raivis, since the sheet was considerably short and wouldn't stop trembling. Admittedly, those things only added to his 'spooky' costume, though it seemed that Alfred had not spotted them yet (or else he would have kicked them out). He reached the table with the drinks, almost running into someone he did not immediately recognize. "Oh, sorry about that!" The man's (yes, he was definitely a man) quiet voice was almost lost to the music Alfred had playing far too loudly from the house. "Oh, it's you, Kiku. I like your costume." He blinked a few times, trying to remember his name. Admittedly, the rather long dress (possibly a robe) threw him, but a moment later he remembered. "Ah, hello Matthew-san! It is good to see you." He bowed slightly, partially out of politeness and partially to hide his embarrassment. He reached for one of the drinks on the table, noticing that everything present was something alcoholic. Frowning slightly, he took up a bottle of beer. Ivan had most likely spiked the punch, and he would not risk being caught drinking any of his vodka-laden concoctions. "It seems that almost every nation is here tonight." He watched Matthew nod, taking his own drink into his hand. They lapsed into silence, or rather, the music pulsed through the yard and drowned out any possible answer that Matthew could have given him. Somewhere in their 'conversation', Alfred appeared in the yard and chased Ivan out, though Japan suspected Ivan would simply hide himself in the attic and pretend to be a ghost if Alfred got anywhere near the door. He drank and listened to the random quips about the party Matthew threw between them, or rather, drank and tried in vain to read Matthew's lips. He did not want to insult the other nation by informing him he could not be heard; Matthew seemed to bristle at the mention of being overlooked (which admittedly, even he did on more than one occasion). One beer turned to two, and two turned to four as the night wore on. Neither nation seemed to want to abandon their safe spots by the snacks and drinks, and both enjoyed to watch the various nations stumble through the yard. About halfway through the night, Arthur stumbled through the yard, lamenting the loss of his 'hero'. As if on (horrid) cue, Francis burst through the door in a shower of rose petals and discarded armor pieces, intent on sweeping Arthur off his feet (and possibly into the bushes). He could not help but smile as Arthur found enough sobrity to flip Francis into the bush, startling out a nation dressed as a rabbit with a pipe (Netherland?). Startled himself, Francis took a dive into the pool, causing the merman Feliks laughed and threw a flotation device his way. "Some party, eh?" He turned in time to see that Matthew had moved closer, probably to be heard better over the commotion. He took up another drink, this time aiming for a bottle of sparkling water, taking another drink before realizing it was another beer. "Hai, it is turning out to be another...memorable night." He found his gaze drifting to Matthew's lips as the blond smiled, taking a sip of his own drink. "If I might ask...what are you drinking, Matthew-san?" "Oh, it's some of the punch. It looks a little deadly, doesn't it? But I suppose that's the point of it, since it's Halloween." He tilted his cup, so the crimson liquid inside could be seen. "It's rather fitting of my costume tonight to look like I'm drinking blood...not that I'll let Al see it. If he notices me at all, he'll freak out and try to kick me out...again." The last word was muttered so lowly that at first, he thought Matthew had not said it at all. "I suppose...though it would be more fitting of my character, to be drinking something that appeared to be blood." He smiled, the alcohol making him a little bolder. He watched as Matthew's lips shone in the light of the yard, a bit redder thanks to the punch. Some odd, dizzying part of him wanted to touch them, to see if they were as soft as they looked. They reminded him of petals, though from what flower he could not say. He must have been staring (perhaps too long) because the blond made some comment on it, drowned out by a distinctly girlish cry of "SEVEN MINUTES IN HEAVEN, ALL BOYS MUST PLAY!". He was relieved and amused to see the blush spring to Matthew's cheeks, and glad for the slight shadows that hid his own. They both ignored the call, instead too intent on their own conversation (or what little there was). They were both content, drinks humming merrily through their veins and offering them contentment in standing still. Matthew laughed, and before he could ask why, the blond explained. "I feel a bit like a maiden, caught in the moonlight with a vampire." As soon as the words left his lips, he covered them with a hand. "Oh god, that sounded like something out of one of Al's books!" He shook his head, hiding a smile as he stepped shakily forward. "No...I believe I would have to sparkle for something like that to happen. And I am over two-thousand years old, and am wise enough not to appear in sunlight." He noticed Matthew had stepped closer to him too, and simultaneously they set down their drinks. "But you do look rather nice, and if I were a vampire from one of Alfred-kun's books, I do believe you would be the one I was to find." They both stifled laughter, the thought of something so ridiculous bringing them together to keep from falling over. Perhaps it was the alcohol then, or perhaps a pent-up desire neither one could completely comprehend. Perhaps it was truly the thought of a cheesy, novelized romance mocking Alfred by playing out in his yard, or perhaps it was simply their choice in costumes all along. But their mouths met, and he vaguely recalled thinking that Matthew's lips tasted incredibly sweet and intoxicating, and the night passed with no one bothering them as they fell beneath the snack table, punch spilling out onto the lawn. ~*~ He groaned, the sunlight blunted vaguely by the tablecloth still clinging haphazardly to the refreshments table. He probably would have hit his head, had not the curse of the nation beside him warned him first. He winced at the headache filling him, the odd sensation in his mouth bringing back the events of the night before. Alfred's party...drinks...costume being a vampire. He reached up a hand to remove the teeth, remembering he wasn't exactly supposed to sleep with them in (so said the package). "Ow...that hurt..." Who? "Oh...some party, eh?" Matthew. "Hai..." "Are you all right, Kiku?" "Hm...I will be fine, Matthew-san." "Are you...upset?" "Eh?" He was too tired to look perplexed. "Well, we..." A pause, but he still did not look at Matthew. We...? "It's going to be really obvious...the others will think..." Oh? Oh... Oh! He regretted sitting up so fast, partially because he hit his head on the table, and partially because he nearly fell onto Matthew again. He opened his eyes, cursing the sunlight in his mind and then quickly apologizing. His eyes settled on Matthew, who distinctly looked as if they had fallen beneath the snack table and would surely be the gossip of the next meeting. The blond's clothing was rumpled, and distinct marks on his skin made his unspoken words obvious. Matthew rubbed at his neck, and Kiku's eyes followed the fingers over the marks. "It didn't hurt." Matthew's voice cut through his thoughts, and he nodded slowly, his eyes traveling down to where odd red stains marred Matthew's outfit. Before he could ask, Matthew muttered. "I hope this punch doesn't stain..." *** ((UGH...look at that lame ending...look at it...and after how long and late this was...*headdesks* I think I lost my mojo about halfway through...but I had a good thing going in my head, I swear *sobs* Also...random code is random...and I didn't add it in O.o)) 

[theculturedcrow]

geeky-matthew replied to your post: Friend or foe

So I guess ‘friend’ is out of the question?

[Peers at suspiciously]

What would you contribute to the future empire?