#kid ikarus

[lyralime]

Good morning everyone :D

Dragonite give you a monster

Also random meme in my phone

Have nice day 😘

[redacted-vibes]

Bro got me thinking of Ballerina Porter 😍

I imagine that during one of his late night dates with Treasure at their place. They have romantic waltz playing softly in thr background. Porter pulls them off their bed into his arms and gently pull their hands to place one on his shoulder and the other clasping his hand. He places his own hand on their waist. He nods and takes a step and Treasure instinctively looks down at their feet. Porter smiles and wothout saying anything titls their chin up slightly, hes asking them to keep eye contact. Be brave. You cant hurt me. I won't trance you. Please look at me with those beautiful eyes, Treasure.

Treasure looks into his silver eyes, smiles and nods. He takes another step and another. They move smoothly, gracefully in the apartment, lit by the moonlight. They can feel the rhythm between each other, feeling the quiet music filling the air around them as they spin.

[wummbo]

Shower thoughts but make it ✨existential✨

Only the OGs will remember Billy.

[idlerin]

EACH WORD FELL INTO PLACE

celebrity!akaashi keiji x f!reader

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

the ikarus incident (band au)

+ word count: 8.6k

content — best friend's brother/sister's best friend trope, established relationship (in the other fics especially, this one eventually), can be read as a stand-alone ig, very fluffy hihi enjoy! (i certainly enjoyed writing it)

to love and be loved by akaashi keiji, a treasure not many get to behold.

AKAASHI KEIJI never thought he would be the type to experience the kind of love that was heart-racing, mind-clouding, immense, and overflowing. A love that makes you lose all sensibility and makes you ponder on how to function like a proper human being. Such acts included breathing normally, blinking in the usual manner, and even thinking when the person beholding the affection is near. The kind of love that existed and repeated in countless romance novels, movies, and shows. Fictional. Unreal. Untrue. It’s not like he was much of a pessimist to think that he would never find love, more like, it was unbelievable for that kind of love to exist in reality as it frankly didn’t make any sense. How could someone lose all rationality because of one single person?

Keiji could vaguely remember his father talking about the day he met his mother, how, when he first saw her it felt as if he was shot in the heart. Not by an arrow, but by a bullet. How he was hit with a myriad of emotions, love and adoration above all. A burning sensation settled in and what left was the thought of needing to get to know their mother more, absolutely sure she was the one for him.

Keiji simply didn’t get it though, at the ripe age of ten, he didn't understand how a person could fall in love with someone they didn’t know well (which is why he thinks the notion of falling in love at first sight is impossible, you can feel attraction at first sight but surely not love). He soon discovered that love could sprout differently for people. His aunt and uncle for one fell in love after years of being friends, it didn’t hit them immediately that their bond would turn into something more and yet it did. His uncle described it as one day seeing the sun shine high up in the sky and realizing how bright it makes the world.

The blinding kind of love was simply one of the many ways people express their affection for one another. In the end, he concluded that the heart-racing, mind-clouding, immense, and overflowing kind of love wasn’t something he would ever be subjected to. 

He grew curious about the subjectivity in an objective reality, this curiosity turned into an interest in writing. Which then turned into an interest in poetry and eventually, lyricism. He had found a love for literature that young kids usually don’t, this then had been a turning point in his life that wasn't abrupt but impactful, who knew rummaging in the attic looking for his nana’s old books would lead him to discover an abandoned guitar?

Just like his view on love and everything else, music was something that slowly but surely made its way into his heart. A passion begins to thread and twine to the fate directing his life.

And then he was hit by a bullet.

Unlike his father, it didn’t come abruptly and immensely after he laid eyes on you. It was slower, gradual, and not anything he expected at all. He’s known you for years, being his little sister’s closest friend. You were a constant presence in his home and you were even there to listen to his band when they were merely four kids having fun and following a dream. You were always the sweet type, and it blended well with his sister’s fierce attitude. Along the way he started thinking of you as a friend too, he could confide in you and you both shared easy conversations, how could you not be friends? You practically spent every single day in his house, you were more familiar than some of his cousins.

“I just want to graduate, why is this so hard?” you whine, a pout befalling your face, “Keiji, I swear you explained it really well, maybe something’s wrong with my brain!” your eyes were wide, looking at him as if you were truly worried something was wrong with you. It was one of the many days you spent in his home, and he offered to help when he noticed you kept glaring at a piece of paper on the counter. He asked where his sister was and you said that she was taking a nap, but you couldn’t give yourself the same pleasure without finishing your worksheet.

“Maybe you need to take a break for a moment,” he suggests, smiling idly at your expression. The pout didn’t rest and he reached out to pat you gently on the head, something he got used to doing. It’s not like he saw you as a child—he was only a year and a half older—but he could never help patting your head whenever you acted in such a cute manner.

“What will that do?” your shoulders loosen and you look up at him prettily under your lashes. That’s when Keiji becomes speechless for a moment, your gaze pierces through him and he doesn't hear what you said at first. He hadn’t noticed that he’d been staring for too long, you had to get him back to his senses by uttering, “Keiji?”

“Yes? I–uhm right uh, rest will give you the energy you need to process new information easily,” Keiji suddenly felt the need to stand up, so he did. You were pretty, yes, that’s not anything new. You’ve always been pretty in his eyes so why is it that he’s now acting so weirdly about it? He’s long since acknowledged that you’re pleasing to look at. Yes. So what? Right. He didn’t get to ponder much on that afternoon because he was soon bombarded with work when his band got scouted by an agent, he had rehearsals to worry about and people to impress. Plus, you’d always be there, so he doesn’t need to rush and put a name on anything. 

Budding feelings they may be. Keiji didn't know exactly what it was, but he wasn't dumb to not have a hint to what's happening to him. He just didn't let himself be too caught up in it.

Your presence in the Akaashis' lives was so prominent that you were even invited to family gatherings. His aunts, uncles, and cousins became as familiar with you as a regular family member would. He was so used to your presence on trips as well, his mother treated you as her own and his sister was more than happy to have her best friend on their outings.

“Is [name] not joining?” he found himself asking when he was carrying his bags to the car, his family and him were on their way to a beach trip and naturally, he looked for you. He just got back after weeks of juggling his second year of college and his band. His family greeted him with a resort getaway to “ease him up a bit” according to his sister who also just got home from her first year in university.

His father started laughing and Keiji was confused as to what was so hilarious, his father didn’t leave him wondering for too long, “Glad to know you were also used to her being here!” and laughed more as if this was the funniest discovery in the world.

“Dear, what’s so funny? Is it not obvious Keiji thinks of [name] as a sister as well? Of course he’d look for her,” his mom shook her head at his dad, “Now stop laughing and get the other bags, I’m too tired to walk back in.”

A sister? His mom thinks he thought of you as a sister? That was… he has never entertained the idea. You were always just you. No matter how much he thought about it, he could just never see you as a sister.

“Why is [name] not coming?” he could not take not knowing the reason and asked Kaiya who was looking like she was trying to bury herself in her hoodie.

“Because she's busy,” Kaiya shrugged, bringing out her phone and leaning on the car.

Busy? It was summer, you’re supposed to have fun during summer. Even he (someone who is dedicated to upholding responsibilities even during summer break) is taking time for leisure because it’s summer. What could you possibly be busy with that would make you unable to come and enjoy a getaway? Why wasn’t his sister reacting more to this? Usually, Kaiya would be the one most sulky about not being able to bring you along with us despite her grown age. Was Keiji the only one finding your no-show bothering?

“You’re not whining about not seeing her? You’re all grown up,” Keiji smiles, trying to get a reaction out of his sister.

“Of course I’m all grown up! Don’t act like you’re that much older than me,” Kaiya glares, “And I see [name] almost every day, I’ll see her after the trip,” she stuck her tongue out as if taunting. She smirked right after and Keiji had his suspicions that Kaiya must be trying to get something out of him as well. They think too alike, he adores his sister but he'd rather she not pry much right now when he's distraught and trying to compose himself because it shouldn't be too obvious that he's feeling distraught.

Kaiya could see you whenever she wanted, you went to the same university and lived on campus together. Somehow that gave him a bad feeling in his stomach, the reason is not that his sister specifically spends more time with you—that's a given because of your years of friendship—but because he couldn't spend much time with you. There was a clear difference.

He was feeling strange again, it was still a strange and unfamiliar feeling despite him not exactly being single his whole life. After months of being away for college and work, going home included seeing you and now that he doesn’t get to do exactly that is making him feel drowsy. He thought that he could sidetrack himself from further developing these feelings of his but it didn't work (he entertained a few people the past year because he was trying to get you off his mind—which was no use, you were always there and will always be there). Sometimes he'd think of you and he'd have the urge to message you (he gives in to his desire to talk to you most of the time), or sometimes he would look at old photos of you two—which was not much.

There was a time in the middle of band practice where he kept staring off into space because he remembered a time where you asked him to teach you how to play a few chords on a guitar and he remembered the way you laughed and how your skin felt when he was arranging your fingers on the strings properly. They had to start over and over on practicing a song because Keiji kept misremembering lines when the thought of you was making him flustered. Even Atsumu had started asking him if he would be alright performing for the gig they booked the following night. That was only one of the many instances you clouded his thoughts.

This feeling was driving him insane.

He took a deep breath to control himself because the thought of missing you was eating him away. He wanted to see you. You’ve exchanged texts and some calls over the past months but it wasn’t enough, you were one of the reasons he was looking forward to coming back home and he foolishly thought he would get to see you eventually because you’d always be there.

He’d like to take it back, it wasn’t like getting hit by a bullet per se, Keiji would equate it more to poison. The kind that slowly seeped in and made it so that it was difficult to breathe. To function. Keiji sighed and resigned himself to the irony that he was slowly ticking the boxes of the criteria that made him believe he was otherwise susceptible to the kind of blinding affection one could have towards someone.

Keiji didn’t know when exactly he entered the car, the whole journey sure felt enlightening with the way he could finally put a name to his actions towards you. He really couldn’t take it anymore and messaged you, asking why you couldn’t join the trip. It was better to hear it from you, and it also eased him a bit. Perhaps in a while, he could bring up meeting with you over the next weeks, that wouldn’t be too strange.

Fate was on his side and he got his wish of seeing you more frequently during summer break. You agreed to hang out with him and you spent it by usually going to the theaters, a museum, or simply eating out. He didn’t mind what you guys would do, he enjoyed even just passing by stores with you. Whenever Kaiya and you would hang out, you would drop by which would lead to conversations in the living room while waiting for his sister to get ready (Keiji knew his sister was also using him for a free ride but it’s not like he would complain since it means more time with you). The last week of the break was his sister’s birthday and he had enjoyed picking out gifts for her with your guidance, it did make him feel a bit empty knowing he’d have to spend months without being with you again.

Despite all his worries, he remained focused on the present. Him, Kaiya, you, and a few other of his cousins were splayed in a circle in the living room of the villa where Kaiya’s birthday was celebrated, playing a game of truth or dare. Keiji watched as Kaiya spun the bottle and as its momentum slowed, the tip of the bottle pointed at his cousin Hiroki.

A mischievous grin spread on Kaiya’s lips, she glanced once at you then back at Hiroki, “So, who would you say is your type? Answer honestly! It’s my birthday,” she slurred her words, the alcohol kicking in. If she couldn’t have been more obvious, she started clinging to you.

Hiroki looked like a deer in headlights, glancing at his sister Aiki beside him and narrowed his eyes at her, “You told her?”

“I did no such thing, you’re just too obvious,” Aiki stirred her glass of wine and winked at you whose smile was a bit strained, Keiji could tell you were starting to feel awkward. Are they trying to set you and Hiroki up? Keiji could easily put two and two together with how his cousins and sister were acting right now. He was a bit frustrated that he could only be a bystander along with his other cousins and a few of Kaiya’s other close friends, he was trying to suppress the urge to interfere.

“Answer now!” Kaiya pressed, shaking your arm while pointing a finger at Hiroki.

Keiji could only look at you. How would you react? Would you like that Hiroki feels that way about you? Keiji found himself clutching his drink. Would your cheeks warm? Would you feel light and fluttery? Would you feel the same way about Hiroki? Keiji was only giving himself pain with his train of thought.

Hiroki then quickly drank a shot of alcohol for liquid courage, “Fine, my ideal type is [name],” Hiroki then looked everywhere but you after exclaiming that to everyone in the room. The people around cheered and most started teasing you too.

Keiji locked eyes with you, he tilted his head as if asking a question, and of course, the only question coming to mind now was ‘What do you feel about Hiroki?’. It was how you felt that mattered the most rather than his disdain for the situation. Hiroki was nice enough, but surely you didn’t know each other that well for you to harbor any feelings for his cousin. What if you did? You knew of his cousin’s existence and saw him a lot (not enough). What if Keiji never realized you already had long-term feelings for someone else because he never liked to entertain the idea of you liking someone who wasn't him? 

Keiji wanted to bang his head on the wall right now. He was thinking irrationally, but being selfish was natural because he liked you, right? It was okay that he was feeling like he wanted to grab your hand and run away to a place where it could just be you and him. He never tried asking you if you currently liked anyone so he could continue to live in the fantasy of the possibility that you liked him back.

You only blinked at him before you were distracted by his sister hovering over you and saying nonsense Keiji didn’t bother to listen to. It was getting very obvious that you wanted to escape the conversation, Keiji noticed how you fiddled with your shirt and the way your eyes kept wandering to the door. Keiji took it upon himself to pull his sister away from you, “Stop it, you’re making [name] and Hiroki uncomfortable.”

His sister looked up at him with an accusing gaze, “You!”

“Yes?” he successfully pried her away from you which earned him a small smile, the simple action from you felt as if a weight was removed from his shoulders.

“Stop taking my best friend away from me!” Kaiya states as Keiji lets her go, stomping back to her place beside you.

“What do you mean?” Keiji was honestly confused about what Kaiya meant, he would not be sorry if ever that would be the actual case though.

“Don’t you think I don’t know about you two hanging out without me!” Kaiya exclaimed, ah so that’s what she meant and here Keiji thought she had a hint about his feelings towards you, or perhaps she does? But Kaiya was too drunk right now to think coherently. 

“Everyone knows Keiji actually has two sisters,” Aiki laughs, giving Keiji that distraught feeling once again. Does everyone in his family think Keiji treats you like a sister? Or do they think he could never feel that way about you? Why? What can he do to make them stop thinking like that? What if you thought you were like a sister to him? Keiji could feel nothing but panic.

Later that night Keiji found you alone out in the gardens of the villa, it looks like he wasn’t the only one who had a hard time sleeping.

“Can’t sleep?” he calls out, startling you. You turn to him with your shawl wrapped tightly around your shoulders, you visibly relax when you see that it was just him.

A smile spread on your face, “Yeah, you too?”

Keiji nodded and watched as you sat on the bench, he walked towards you and leaned on the tree beside it. He wouldn’t be able to think of the right words to say if he was sitting right next to you, he was still hung up on what happened earlier this evening.

“So… I have to get back to campus the day after tomorrow,” you broke the silence, sighing after you laid out your news.

“Ah,” was the only thing Akaashi could say to the reminder that your time together was limited, “I’m leaving the same day, the weeks sure went by fast.”

That’s not what he really wanted to say though, he wanted to question you about what you felt when Hiroki practically said he liked you. Keiji wanted to know if you would be alright with seeing him again in the near future, you didn’t have to waste money on commuting, he could drive to you. Perhaps you could even attend some of his gigs, it would be exhilarating to see you watch him again. He wanted to say a lot of things to you but the only thing he could say was, “I don’t think of you like a sister.”

“Huh?” you looked up at him under your lashes, the moonlight set its rays upon you and it was similar to that moment in his kitchen a year ago. The moment that made him realize he was feeling for you deeper than he should.

“I wanted to clarify that I don’t think of you as a sister, everyone seems to get the wrong idea,” Keiji took a deep breath, he was so near to telling the truth that he was finding it difficult to breathe again. He was staring right into you and if the truth didn’t spill from his lips, he wondered if you could see it in his eyes, “They were right about one thing though.”

As if hypnotized, you stayed in place as Akaashi couldn’t restrain himself anymore and reached for your hand, catching it firmly in his grasp, “You mean a lot to me.”

“I… you mean a lot to me too, Keiji,” those words that came from your sweet voice was similar to harmony in his ears, it brought out an overwhelming feeling in his chest and he wanted nothing more than to be close to you. He can’t do that yet though, it’s not the right time.

Akaashi Keiji never thought he would experience the kind of love that was heart-racing, mind-clouding, immense, and overflowing, but he was wrong. Every moment spent with you proved it wrong, what else could explain the loss of sense and rationality whenever you were near? But he was still him after all. So he would approach this in the only way he knows, slowly but surely. You were worth it after all.

That’s why it didn’t matter how long it took for him to profess his love for you, he needs to make sure that he’s shown you that his love deserves to be reciprocated. That he deserves someone as precious as you.

It was never easy, he never expected that it would just be easy. Yet the day came when he held your hand tightly in his once again, his nerves barely being suppressed as he told you the reason for his years of pining. How he liked you, he liked you so much he could barely remember how he was before harboring feelings for you. It was blissful, it couldn’t be anything else but. He could finally be with you, after all, he had the right to be with you and it made him extremely happy. He would always be caught grinning to himself, it was to the point that Suna started asking him if he was alright because of his weird behavior. Akaashi wanted nothing more than to show you off to the world. 

Although, a certain request from you made it difficult to do just that. You had asked him if you both could keep your relationship a secret because of his growing fame and you didn’t want to be caught up in that world of his. He respected your decision and was willing to follow whatever you said. Your relationship lasted for many hours, days, and months. Even if he couldn’t spend a lot of time with you in the later years because of his job and there were rough times that occurred, his love for you outweighed. His resolve remained, that it didn’t matter how much time has or will pass, his love for you would never waver.

His heart felt as if it was pumping a hundred and twenty beats per minute, a single text from you got this reaction out of him. Even with years of being together, he could still never function normally around you. He had just gotten a text in the middle of his post-concert celebratory party with his bandmates and some of the other staff. It was a simple text—two words, six letters.

My Love 2:44 AM I’m here :) [insert picture of hotel lobby]

The familiar lobby of the hotel they were staying in for the week was clear in the picture. Akaashi was speechless, how could you be here? Was he dreaming? It was a thousand miles away from home but you’re here? For him? You were here for him?

He couldn’t leave his seat fast enough.

“Where are you going?” Sakusa asks. Akaashi didn’t think anyone would take notice if he suddenly left, but this was Sakusa here, he was simple enough to brush off, Atsumu would be more meddlesome.

“Hotel,” Akaashi started moving before he could be asked to elaborate, he couldn’t wait to see you already. He hurriedly put his cap on and passed by Sakusa once again.

“Hey, you’re still holding your dri–” Akaashi didn’t stay to hear the rest, he was feeling restless at the thought of you patiently waiting for him. He was out of the doors of the private room within minutes.

“Akaashi-san!” a hand was on his shoulder. Why does the world despise him at this very moment? He looked around and spotted Suna’s assistant. He should be glad that at least it wasn’t a fan, he loved his fans dearly but they would be more difficult to bypass. Turns out she was looking for Suna himself and couldn’t find the room. Akaashi quickly led her to the right place before rushing out again, he then realized he was still holding onto a drink and quickly left that on a counter. He should be walking faster so nothing else would stand in the way of him wrapping his arms around you and feeling your warmth after so many months of longing.

He was practically running towards his car, luckily he was still sane enough to drive properly. You would scold him for being reckless while driving, it was good that the hotel was only a few minutes away. Though it was a very agonizing ten minutes, the world was testing out his patience.

Finally, finally, he was in front of the doors which were the only thing separating him from you.

Once he gets inside, he sets his gaze on you immediately. Your shining eyes met his and you stood up from your seat, he hadn’t had a care in the world as he practically ran towards you and pulled you into an embrace. He should be thinking if his actions would earn him a trending article but he couldn’t find himself to care. The world will find out sooner or later how much you mean to him. He buried his face in your hair and hugged you impossibly tighter.

“Love, It’s a bit hard to breathe,” you pat him on his back, he can feel your grin on his shoulder.

“That’s exactly how I felt when you sent me that text message,” Keiji replies, hand clutching the back of your head, soaking in the reality that you’re actually here with him.

You fake a gasp, “So I deserve this?”

Akaashi gave a hum as a ‘yes’, “You deserve to be smothered with much more affection too,” he kissed the side of your head.

“Save that for later, please,” you say, warily looking at your surroundings, only the receptionist turning a blind eye was present.

He wastes no time and hesitantly lets you go in order to gather your suitcase, he intertwines your hand with his free hand. He leads you to the elevator and impatiently pushes the button to his floor. You, on the other hand, were leaning on his biceps as your eyes kept fluttering shut due to drowsiness from your flight. You left for your flight immediately after getting off work and you were tired from the hecticness.

Once you both arrived at Akaashi’s room, he spent no less than a minute putting things like his car keys and your suitcase away before pulling you towards the bedroom. He sat you down on the mattress and you had no time to protest (not like you would) before he placed all of his weight above you. With your back to the softness of the silky cover, you contentedly hummed and closed your eyes for a brief moment, “I need to change.”

“Five minutes,” Keiji then begins to caress your arms and bury his head on your chest, breathing you in once more.

Your hands fled to his hair, massaging the strands of raven and kissing the crown of his head, “I’ll only be staying for three days.”

A sound similar to a groan escaped from his throat, “That’s too soon.”

“I have a job too,” you laugh, “I was lucky enough to exchange with one of my coworkers so I could leave this weekend.”

“I miss you already,” Keiji practically whines, unlike his usual character.

“Don’t miss me while I’m still here,” you tugged at some of the strands on the back of his head, “And we’ll see each other again in three weeks, remember?” pertaining to their band’s final concert being held back in Japan, you would be watching the show alongside his family—who still don’t know about your relationship, the both of you have been having a difficult time bringing it up.

“Three weeks too long,” Keiji finally rose from half-suffocating you with his weight and instead started to look for clothes he could give you to change into, “You must be exhausted.”

“I’m not the one flying from country to country and performing for almost three hours every night,” you sat on the bed, using your elbows as support as you watched him shuffle through his luggage.

“Not every night,” Keiji comments before rising and handing you his clothes which you placed on your lap. He stood between your legs and used a hand to tilt your head up towards him, he was looking at you so intensely.

“Are you drunk?” you ask, squinting your eyes at him as you now only realize the slight haziness in his gaze. You knew he was in a mini celebration an hour before being here, but he said he hadn’t planned on drinking, “And you drove here?”

Keiji shook his head, drunk on you, possibly, “I barely had a glass, just to entertain the staff. I drove here safely, I swear.”

“You better have,” you give one more pointed look at him before falling back on the bed, you close your eyes. You were getting heavy-eyed, soon, sleep will win you over.

“You’re the one who said you had to change, only a few minutes have passed,” Akaashi chides you.

You groaned and opened one of your eyes and raised an arm, “Do it for me.”

Akaashi raised a brow, you were getting into one of your moods he was all too familiar with. Who was he to deny your request? He pulled you up to a sitting position once again, his hands on the hem of your shirt. Before he pulled it off you, he glanced up only to see you smiling languidly at him, “You love me so much,” you begin to tease.

“I do,” Keiji smiles softly at you.

“Hey.”

“Hey!”

“Hello! Attention to [l/n] [name].”

You look at Kaiya who has been trying to get your attention for the past minute, “Sorry?” you give her a sheepish smile, your thoughts were on the mini-vacation you let yourself have with Akaashi a month ago. You spent the past thirty minutes or so letting her family simply drag you around because you were distracted by the crowd at Ikarus’ concert. You were waiting outside because Keiji’s mother wanted to fall in line and buy merch. Kaiya complained that they could just ask Keiji for the items she wanted but her mother shushed her saying that wasn’t as authentic. Keiji’s mom was set on having the “full fan experience”.

“Why are you so dazed?” she tilted her head to the side, which awfully reminded you of Keiji (you started missing him even more). “Because you’re seeing my brother?” Kaiya scrunched up her face and made a gagging sound, “Did you not just see him a few weeks ago?”

You started looking around, sighing in relief when you saw that Akaashi’s father was with his wife, “Watch what you say,” you pouted.

Kaiya glanced at where you were looking, “When are you planning to tell them?”

“Soon,” you shrugged, you admit you were still nervous about telling them about your long-term relationship with their son. It’s been years and you know it’s been long overdue, you were ready to face the backlash that would come with hiding your relationship from them for so long.

Kaiya shook her head at you and then proceeded to take something out of her purse, she laid out the card attached to a lanyard to you, “Before I forget, your backstage pass,” you took it from her gratefully. The glossy surface of the card hits the rays of the sun, and you observe the words ‘All Access’ shown under the band’s logo. It wasn’t the first time you’ve gone to his concerts so you were already familiar with the processes, you were even friendly with some of the staff.

“You girls go on ahead, it’s a bit hot and your mother is going to take a while,” Akaashi’s father jogs to you both and nudges Kaiya to go, “She’s raving on and on about having to get that mini version of Keiji and I admit I kind of want to get that version of their album with lots of little things inside too, I want to test out my luck and see if I could get your brother’s picture on a first try—you know those little cardboards with pictures right?”

“So you would rather see him in pictures rather than going inside and meeting the real deal?” Kaiya comments.

“Yes, now go,” Akaashi’s father smiles at you before running back to Mrs. Akaashi.

“Oh, whatever, let’s go,” Kaiya saunters to the arena as if she owned the place and you trailed behind her looking at the crowds of people waiting outside, the concert wasn’t starting in another three hours yet there were already tons who were in line. You kind of felt a bit bad because you could just go inside without any worries. These were people who adored the man you were lucky enough to call your boyfriend, not as much as you—you like to believe, no one knows and loves him more than you—but that was your more selfish side talking.

“Kaiya, do you even remember where the common room is?” you asked, your memory and sense of direction weren't well. The last time you went here was their opening concert which was over a year ago.

“Uh, no, but we’ll see someone we know soon,” Kaiya was confident, walking in a straight direction as if she knew where she was going. A bunch of the crew arranging lights and holding boxes were walking around but no faces you were familiar with. It wasn’t long before we were blocked by guards on the way to a segregated part of the building.

“Are you looking for the green room?” the guard asked, eyeing your passes and affirming that you were actually allowed to be here but the both of you clearly looked lost. Kaiya kept looking around, you thought she was acting suspicious (and the guard must think so too) so you grabbed her wrist to make her focus.

“I’m looking for my brother,” Kaiya took out her phone. You wanted to just ask the guard nicely to direct you guys to the waiting room.

“And your brother is…?” The guard looked like they wanted to get this over with too.

“Akaashi Keiji,” Kaiya looked up from her phone, “He said we should go to the dressing rooms,” she pointed at her device. You do not recall Keiji saying any of that, he hasn’t opened his phone in a while, he usually doesn’t use it hours before a performance to focus. You looked at Kaiya, wondering what she was planning up her sleeves.

“Kaiya-san? [name]-san?” a soft-spoken voice interrupted, the both of you turned to see Rika, Sakusa’s personal assistant if you remembered correctly. The familiar face came to you both when you needed it, “Are you guys looking for Akaashi-san? You can follow me. I'm on the way there because my cousin needs his coffee to calm his pre-show nerves,” she rolled her eyes.

Rika nodded at the guard who let her and you both through, you smiled at them before following Rika.

“How are you, Rika-san?” you asked, taking one of her bags to carry it for her since she was holding coffee and a folder with her.

“Been better, my cousin’s being a huge headache to me because of… some things,” she shook her head as if she was shouldering the world's heaviest burdens, “How are you and Akaashi-san?”

“I’m fine—wait, what?” that caught you off-guard, it made you halt in your tracks.

“Uhm… was I wrong? Are you both not in a relationship? Kiyoomi thought you were together as well,” Rika started walking again and soon you saw more people in the hallways.

Kaiya began to cackle, “Aha! I told you it was obvious.”

“You’re not wrong, Rika-san but uhm is it really that obvious?” you start to heat up, your cheeks suddenly feeling warm.

“Well, he always has his eyes on you whenever you two are in the same room and after observing your interactions for the past years that’s what I concluded. If it’s a secret, I’m sure a lot of people don’t have a clue, this lot isn’t very observant after all,” Rika shrugged, “Anyways! This is the main sitting area, further back are the dressing rooms. The guys just got ready so they must be just lounging around somewhere alone, they’re all doing their pre-show rituals most likely.”

The both of you thanked Rika and you handed her bag back as she went on ahead mumbling about having to practically play hide and seek with how difficult Sakusa would be to find. Kaiya linked her arm with yours and dragged you once again to find the dressing room with Keiji’s name on it.

Once you both were in front of the door, Kaiya began her incessant knocking that is sure to give Keiji confusion and a headache all at once knowing his staff would never make such a ruckus, “I have a delivery for an Akaashi Keiji,” she was snickering in between her words while you shook your head at her antics.

It wasn’t long before the door opened and you were greeted with the sight of Keiji ladled with accessories he wouldn’t usually put on in day-to-day life, such as stud earrings you were really liking the look of. You looked up at him only to see his eyes which were decorated with a brownish hue on the lids that were already on yours. Perhaps Rika did have a point.

“[name],” he said breathlessly and was already holding your free hand that wasn’t being clutched by the other Akaashi on your side.

“I’m here too! You’re welcome!” Kaiya exclaimed, pulling you back so Keiji wouldn’t successfully get a hold of you.

“Hi Kaiya,” Keiji smiled at his sister, still not letting go of you too. Kaiya eyed that action and then looked up at her older brother who was looking at her blankly. Kaiya and you could both tell that Keiji was trying to tell her sister to leave, you were holding back your full-on grin.

“I accept thanks in the form of cash,” Kaiya patted your forearm before pushing you towards Keiji’s chest, the latter caught you in time and pulled you closer.

“Check your account after the show,” was Keiji’s only reply before bringing you inside and shutting the door.

“I feel as if your relationship has been turning transactional over the years,” you comment, finally letting out your laugh at the siblings’ antics. Kaiya meant well, of course, the monetary things were just a bonus. You looked around the room, spotting a guitar in the middle of the room and the mirrors on the walls which immediately caught your eye. A black settee was against the wall and a small glass table was on the side.

“I think she still holds a grudge against me for ‘taking you away’,” Keiji raises a hand to tuck loose strands of your hair behind your ear, “Because I was never sorry about it.”

His words gave you that fluttery feeling in your stomach that you’ve learned to become used to whenever you were around him, “Poor Kaiya,” you reached out a hand to cup his cheek, he buried his face in your hand and placed a feather-light kiss on your palm.

Keiji talked to you with his eyes, it was a question and a request all at once. You bit your lower lip as you observed his plump, gloss-stained one's part. Suddenly, it was all too suffocating and difficult to breathe if you didn't lean your face against his and capture the oxygen you badly needed. It seems he was thinking the same thing because he started leaning closer to you as if the urge to be nearer couldn’t be subdued.

But before he could relieve both of your longings, you took a step back, blinking and urging your senses to come back to normal, “You just got ready,” the staff’s best interest in mind.

Akaashi tilted his head to the side, that hazy look back in his eyes, “It can be fixed,” he held both of your arms in his grasp, caressing them in a way to ease and comfort you.

“Your stylist will hate me,” you pointed out, yet you were engrossed with the way he pulled you towards the couch. You had a slight feeling you were being tricked in order for Akaashi to get what he wanted at this particular moment, which was the same thing you were depriving yourself of.

Keiji sat down and his hands went down to your upper leg and gently nudged so you followed down, the plush of your thighs settled on his. You internally scold yourself for giving in, he knows all of your weak points, one of them was how you could be easily distracted by him, “I’ll take the scolding, my love.”

Your arms were wrapped around his neck, you tugged on the hair on his nape as you let your breath tangle with his. He was intoxicating, did he know he was intoxicating? Your eyes fluttered to a close because you couldn’t take it anymore and pressed your lips against his, he let out a satisfied groan on the back of his throat. You took in the woody scent of his cologne, the silken texture of his hair, and the pillowy almost velvet feel of his lips on yours. You should really be thinking of the consequences of your actions and the amount of people who will be burdened after this ordeal, yet, right now you could only enjoy the searing heat of his skin igniting with yours.

You felt one of his hands that held a grip on your thighs climb to your waist, he tugged on the material of your shirt before sliding his hand underneath. It elicited a small gasp from you which he took as an opportunity to slip his tongue inside your mouth.

That was when your phone started to ring to an all too familiar tune, in a daze you pulled away from him, much to his opposition, “That’s Kaiya calling,” you say, leaning your forehead on his.

Akaashi took your phone out from your pocket before putting it on the side, “She can manage to wait for a few more seconds,” he said, placing soft kisses on your cheeks and eventually capturing your lips in his.

You laughed at his reasoning before losing yourself in him once again, his hand was splayed on your stomach, caressing your skin. He pulled away and pecked you on the lips once more before leaving a trail of kisses on your jaw. You feel his teeth nip on your skin and a shiver runs over your spine.

The sudden opening of the door and a shriek made you freeze.

“Oh my!”

“Agh, my eyes!”

Akaashi’s reflexes were faster and more alert as he flipped you over so he would be hiding you from the door, he knew how you would be feeling uncomfortable with eyes on you and you were grateful his first thought was to shield you from further embarrassment. You glanced at his state, his messy hair and the stain on his lips smudged. You took it upon yourself to start fixing his appearance by wiping the sides of his mouth since it was your fault.

Keiji started straightening his clothes and patting down his hair as you did the same before he faced his parents and sister. You looked over his shoulder to see his mother frozen and you winced. Your heart started to race and not in the nice way Keiji made you feel, Keiji noticed this change in your demeanor as well and you felt him place his hand on yours in an effort to calm you down.

“This was probably why Kaiya was calling you,” Keiji mumbled under his breath, it was an effort to make the atmosphere lighter for you. He gave you a small smile before urging you to stand up. Keiji faced his parents and his sister who were all standing by the door, Kaiya was exaggeratingly fanning their mother who still wasn’t moving, with your hand still in his, he claimed, “[name] and I are dating, we have been for a few years now.”

A brief silence went over the room and it felt like an eternity for you when it was actually just a few seconds. Keiji’s father broke the smothering quietness.

“I knew it! You owe me, honey,” his father said with a loud cackle, his hand splayed out to Keiji’s mother beside him, “I told you our son’s feelings for dear [name] weren’t one-sided!”

“No!” their mother unfroze and put her hands in her palms.

You and Keiji were confused, even Kaiya stilled from her place.

“You bet on this happening?” Keiji asked, pulling you closer to his side so your nerves would rest.

“No, my son, your mother thought that you and [name] weren’t dating yet and that you were only pining for her while I said you both were already in a relationship. I had faith in you, son, I knew you had a backbone,” his father laughed in delight once more and swung an arm over his mother’s shoulders.

“We saw a picture of [name] in your room when we stayed at your penthouse a few months ago,” his mother tried to explain, hitting his father on the chest.

You recalled that very picture, you were wearing a sundress and were in the middle of looking back when Keiji took the picture. You were laughing and clutching your beach hat over your head in an attempt to not let the wind carry it away with the breeze. When you first saw it displayed in his room, you complained that there were a lot of better pictures of you but Keiji rebutted that this was the first one he took of you looking at him and that’s why he cherished it the most.

“Guess you guys were all worried for nothing!” Kaiya found herself and backed away from her parents, “I’d like to say that I was the original person who knew by the way, and I kept it in for so long. Not that they weren’t obvious,”

Akaashi clearly felt how you were being restless, he bent down to whisper in your ear, “Are you okay, love?”

You rub your wrist as you look up at him, “Well I’m honestly feeling a bit mortified.”

“You guys should've locked the door,” Kaiya said in a sing-song tone, “Imagine how I feel? I did not push you in this room for that. How could I possibly know you’d jump each other the moment you were left alone? I always thought you guys were rated G!”

You feel your face heating up once again and Keiji scolding his sister, “Perhaps you should go and call your stylist,” you suggest, trying to save some of your dignity.

Keiji eyes his sister and she got the hint and shuffled her parents—who were still arguing—out the door. You knew this wasn’t the end of it and a lot of explaining will have to be given to his parents (they wouldn’t leave you guys alone otherwise). With your eyes on the door, Keiji tried taking your attention by softly turning your face towards his.

“How do you feel?” he asks, smiling warmly at you.

“It’s… nice that we don’t have to hide it anymore,” you pressed your forehead on his chest, “I’m still feeling shy though.”

Keiji wrapped his arms around you and placed a soft kiss on your forehead, “How much time do you need to recover?”

“A minute and more of your hugs perhaps?” you ask, burying your face more in his chest. You should be urging him to go to his stylist already, but it wouldn’t be bad to keep him for another minute or so.

“I’m sorry they found out in an… unconventional way,” with your head pressed against his chest you could feel the rumble of his voice, the deep and lulling sound helping you calm down.

“Okay, I think I’m okay now,” you tried stepping away but he held you in your place, “Why?”

“I still need to recharge,” Keiji engulfs you in his warmth once more, “After this, it’s no more alone time. I’d have to wait another eight hours for that, so I need to get my fill now.”

Another round of silence baited and the only thing you could hear was the steady beat of his heart, it made you smile. Quiet moments with him came few and far in-between but when they did come, it felt as if the whole world was on your side and everything would always be okay.

“You’re so good to me, Keiji,” your voice cracks in the way of your emotions.

He responds by embracing you impossibly tighter, “What do you think about living together?” he drops the question, “It’s just something I’ve been thinking over, we don’t have to rush or anything but I just wanted to know what you think.”

It wouldn’t be too odd of a question, you practically spent every waking moment together whenever you both had the chance. That included staying over at each other’s places and spending most of your time together indoors. He’d love to spend more days waking up next to you, whenever you were there he felt nothing but peace and he wouldn’t mind for that feeling to stay with him for the rest of his life. The cheers of the crowd were exhilarating but the silence spent with you was more fulfilling.

“I’d love that,” you say, standing on your tiptoes and placing a kiss on his cheek.

You looked up at him under your lashes and Keiji felt that rush of intensifying feelings coming over him, his hands came to cup both of your cheeks as he placed a quick kiss on the tip of your nose, “I’d like to know of your thoughts in another matter that’s been on my mind,” he said in a hoarse voice.

“What is it?” your tone was light and airy. A few minutes from now you’ll have to give way for his staff to get him ready for the world. Right now you’d like to keep him to yourself, the world can wait.

“What do you think about marriage?”

HEADLINE:

Ikarus’ lead vocalist Akaashi Keiji announces he’s married!

leia @keijisrealgf I WAS SIMPING FOR A MARRIED MAN????? 4:20 PM · Jun 23 20XX

pia @ikarusavedme not even a girlfriend or an engagement.. but MARRIAGE 4:18 PM · Jun 23 20XX

kei @menexceptikarus he always gave family man vibes not surprised ngl 4:27 PM · Jun 23 20XX

a/n — alright so i went a bit overboard with this one JWBDEJXBDN ill say this is for taking so long to conclude akaashi's story lmao

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[kazooku]

Originally posted and typed on October 9th on Instagram

Cringetober day 3!! Cheated a bit here cause I drew her how I would interpret her design today and not like how I would draw it back then.

Shout out to Ikarus for being the base for a lot of future OCs of mine!! Lmao she used to be named Nat before it got confusing with how many sonas I had named Nat and since I was using her at the time she was demoted to Not Nat.

I made her when I was 11 to selfship with Asriel because I had such a big crush on him back then. She's not really a sona anymore but I still ship her with Asriel because they were cute and now I gave them actual lore.

This design is still technically canon for Ikarus it's just how she looked as a kid and her current design is her a bit older. Lore for her and Asriel is she hasn't aged since the day he died and won't age until he's back again. She expected to never age again until suddenly the barrier breaks and she feels deep down like something is about to change.

If I stick to the plan you should see her current design soon. (I did not stick to plan)

Added some old art of Ikarus from her first design!! I was like 11-12 when I made them. I cropped out my old signature because it's a username I dont use publicly anymore lol

This was the last day I finished lol. Traumatic event happened late September and continued on throughout October and I mentally checked out not long after starting day 4.

[seriousfic]

Multiverse of Madness says that America Chavez is the only one of her kind in the multiverse--if that's the case, why aren't there thousands of slightly different Scarlet Witches *also* after her, since she’s the only MacGuffin that can carry out Wanda’s plan? 

Like, say there’s a universe where Ikarus of The Eternals (so-named because that’s how long it will be until they get a sequel) decides not to kill all humans. This would have no impact on Wanda whatsoever--presumably, she would still go through the events of Wandavision with no change and still be in the same position ‘our’ Wanda is at the beginning of MoM. So why isn’t this alternate Wanda also searching for America in order to get her kids back yadda yadda?

Is our Wanda (I’m not calling her 616 Wanda) the only Wanda in the infinite multiverse (remember, every single dream that everyone has ever had is really a parallel universe) that broke bad? Is she just a perfect storm of bad circumstances and weak will, because every other Wanda stayed gold, Ponyboy?

Depending on how you look at things, our Wanda must be either the least fortunate or most evil Wanda in all of existence.

[kendrixtermina]

(abstraction pureed)

The contents of my being

cut loose to spill onto the cold wet filthy tiles,

barely holding integrity of an avalanche of flesh,

bubbling forth from the neat symmetrical forms that you wouln’t expect it between

and everything mangles like fingers

everythink dirties like mouths,

cracking like porcellain, never truly scabbing together.

My feelings on the subject are all sorts of mixed.

The boxes of air-conditioning units

pointing outward into a side-street,

hives of dirty gray plastic rectangles

undersides of a glass frog.

Will you make me knit my guts together?

Will you make me attempt

to glean the secrets of the soul from some thick, used-up book?

What am I supposed to do?

Layered and buried in cables, plugged as they are into my back.

The thick blood that pour from my stab wound is kind of

corked-up potions from whose within floating eyeballs glean at you

and artful mechanical insects:

You nosy bastards.

You dissaembled me, now go on and put me back together.

All the king’s horses and all the king’s men.

Think they have the mechanical parts to rebuild me.

But what of the hassle, the discomfort, the having to twitch a dozen times

to get that bionic hand in the right position.

The noise and imprecision in the man-machine interface.

The effort that makes it not worth bothering.

Tomorrow, somethink large, cosmic and tentacled might swallow the earth anyway.

Something distinctly insect winged

might finally break free from the egg of my skull.

I know of the deep shafts and syringes, and long industrial pipelines.

My bones are soaked in tar anyways.

I’ve glipsed that damn hole

at the bottom of the pool

sometime in a dream, while I was trying to learn swimming as a kid.

Clumsy and uncoordinated and behind the other kids, as you’d expect.

Am I not on brand? Are the fruits not mouthfulls of glass-shards?

Are the spine-tents roofed with ribs

not telltale petri dishes of colorfull mold,

briefly beautiful before it eats you.

Such pretty, pretty shapes.

Everyone’s too terrified to go stop and notice them.

Or maybe that’s just what I tell myself:

A shipwrecked ikarus, a rose-head-monster.

The circuit-like architecture of a cargo port and the uncontrolled spilling of nightmare.

A screeching, unplanned tangle.

Even creativity is just an egotistical plot to get another to look at your dream.

To implant your head in theirs.

So that foil-wrapped export might exist, at least, in them,

for I really don’t feel like existing today.

Not sure I ever did.

Was never good at it.

A fish in denial, even as it’s taken apart.

One eaten by rot while still moving.

My entire life has been nothing but a held breath,

so why shouldn’t it end like this:

In pointless, ceaseless collapse.

Like everything else.

Reality is crushing the life out of me.

There’s nothing, nothing I can do at all.

It hurts. It hurts. It hurts.

[thevirulantsaudade]

Dancing

The art of dancing and how it relates to Ikarus and Rowen’s relationship

Dancing was only something they’d do as kids when Ikarus was dragging Rowen around town and heard the distant sound of fiddle music coming from one of the the local taverns. Morning, Noon, or Night it didn’t matter. Ikarus would immediately brighten and tighten his grip on Rowen’s hand.

“Rowen!” He’d gasp excitedly. “Dance with me!”

 

And without even giving Rowen a moment to accept, Ikarus would start pulling him along, spinning him in circles until they got dizzy. Ikarus would giggle and Rowen would eventually trips. Neither of them knew how an actual dancing steps, but that didn’t matter.

 

They were happy either way.

 

And Rowen would make himself dizzy a thousand more times just to see Ikarus’ smile one more time.~~

 

 

When Ikarus joined Rowen at Hawthorne Mansion, it was awkward at times with Rowen and Ikarus figuring out how to re-navigate around each other now that they were adults. Dancing was never a topic that was ever breached formally, but neither of them forgot the distant sound of fiddle music.

 

It was at night and Rowen was wandering due to a recent bout of insomnia when he heard it. The muffled sound of crying. He frowned in concern upon noticing the sound was coming from Ikarus’ room.

 

“Ikarus?” He gently knocked on the door to Ikarus’ room.

 

The sound abruptly cut off and a few moments later, Ikarus was opening the door.  “Yes?” His eyes were red and swollen.

 

Rowen swallowed down the ‘are you okay’ upon noting how strained Ikarus’ smile was. His hand froze when it instinctively tried to reach up to Ikarus’ face. He minutely shook his head, coming to a decision. “Come with me.” He smiled and offered his hand to Ikarus.

 

Ikarus cautiously took his hand and let Rowen carefully tug him along. Neither of them said a word. Rowen led Ikarus down a set of stairs and through a door that led outside.

 

The Lady’s Garden was gorgeous in the daytime, teeming with life and numerous different types of fauna, both exotic and native. Many pretty or deadly plants could be found. The Lady herself had a fondness for her more deadly ones.

 

Rowen, however, preferred the garden at night. When a different kinda of fauna was apparent. His favorite spot was a clearing surrounded by the flowers that only opened at night.

 

“The Lady has a fondness for plants of all kinds, especially her more dangerous ones. This garden is her pride and joy.” Rowen explained to Ikarus as he led him through the garden to his favorite spot.

 

“It’s beautiful.” Ikarus replied. He inhaled deeply, the smell of flowers and dirt settling a distant part of his mind. Subconsciously, he exhaled deeply as his body relaxed.

 

Rowen tightened his grip on Ikarus’ hand. “I personally prefer it at night when a different kind of fauna comes out to play.” He stopped,  maneuvering Ikarus so that he was standing in front of Rowen.

 

Ikarus saw the flowers and paused, blown away by their beauty. “It’s so….pretty.” He unconsciously stepped forward to get a better look.

 

The flowers glowed softly in the darkness. Some of them shined like bright sapphires while others glowed like dim fires. There were a multitude of different colors and Ikarus spun in a circle to try and see them all.

 

When he faced Rowen again, he froze.

 

Rowen stood there, a soft vulnerable smile on his face. His hand stuck out, offering itself to Ikarus.

 

Ikarus’ gaze focused on the hand, then raised to his eyes and something in those eyes made Ikarus’ chest violently hurt.

 

“I hate you, Ikarus!”~~

 

“Care to dance?” Rowen asked softly.

 

“But there’s no music.” Ikarus half-hearted protested.

 

“You made me this way!”~~

 

“There doesn’t need to be.” Rowen smirked softly.

 

“I will haunt you for the rest of your life, Ikarus!”~~

 

Ikarus hesitantly took Rowen’s hand, his hand shaking.

 

Carefully, Rowen tugged him closer. One hand firmly resting on Ikarus’ hip and the other not letting go of Ikarus’ hand.

 

Ikarus raised an eyebrow in a silent question.

 

Rowen blushed slightly. “I learned how to waltz.” He offered, and then tugged Ikarus along.

 

It was awkward at first, as Ikarus learned the steps, but Rowen was patient and exaggerated his movements so Ikarus could follow along easier. Eventually though, Ikarus relaxed and followed Rowen’s steps perfectly.

 

As Rowen tugged him along, Ikarus felt the final part of his mind settle. He smiled, meeting Rowen’s warm gaze.

 

Rowen suddenly smirked, and dipped Ikarus.

 

Ikarus let out a shocked laugh at that, letting Rowen pull him back up.

“You bastard.” Ikarus accused warmly, the words too affectionate to be an insult.

 

Rowen smirked in reply, holding Ikarus tighter as they started just swaying from side to side.

 

Ikarus hid his face in Rowen’s shoulder, his lips gently pressing a kiss against his throat. “Thank you, Rowen.”

 

“Of course, dear Ikarus.” He rested his chin on Ikarus’ head.

 

Anything for you.~~

 

Dancing requires intimacy, which Rowen readily gave before.

 “You lied to me?!”~~

Now though, he hesitates and pushes away any thoughts of intimacy with Ikarus. There’s been too many words said. Too many lines crossed. He’d rather push the thought away and avoid ever having to think about it again.

 

But then he’s forced to, whether he likes it or not.

 

There’s a big end of year Yuletide ball being held at the Hawthorne Mansion. [yandere] became master of the house after he chased Rowen away, and his first action was to throw a Yuletide Ball.

 

It was invitation only.

 

Rowen managed to steal an invitation from a young noble couple. The newly wed Lady and Lord of High Ground.

 

Disguises were put together by Ikarus and Merlin. It was decided that Ikarus and Rowen would play the part of the couple, dancing on the ground floor. While the others infiltrated through the back to gather more information on [yandere].

 

Rowen swallowed down any protests he had as Ikarus handed him the necklace with the illusion sigil on it. “I charmed it to last as long as we need it to.” Was all Ikarus said before putting his own on.

 

Ikarus was playing the part of the Lady. He wore a big beautiful red dress that flowed down his body. A pair of black boots were hidden underneath the numerous folds of his dress.

 

Rowen had the easier job of playing the Lord. All he had to wear was a fancy suit and tie that matched his dancing partner.

 

 

“Shall we dance?” Ikarus offered once they arrived on the dance floor. His voice soft and nervous.

 

Rowen nodded, offering his hand as if he’d rather be doing anything but that.

 

Ikarus hesitantly took his hand.

 

The music began and they began dancing. They spun and twirled around the other partners, their dance slow and reluctant. To everyone else, they looked like happy newlyweds. Dancing the night away without any care.

 

It was only to an experienced eye that could tell the difference.

 

So they danced.

 

Rowen’s hand only lightly pressing against the small of Ikarus’ back.

 

And danced.

 

Their hands gripped loosely, only tight enough to keep dancing.

 

And danced.

 

The small hesitation Rowen had before tugging Ikarus along to the beat of the music.

 

To several songs, they danced and spun when they’d rather be doing anything but.

 

Rowen’s eyes finally caught Ikarus’ and what he saw made something in his stomach squirm. As the music swelled, he instinctively dipped Ikarus.

 

Ikarus, of course, let him.

 

Rowen paused for a millisecond as his body tugged Ikarus back up, but the music got faster and faster. And Rowen shoved everything swirling in his head away and gripped Ikarus’ hand tighter.

 

Rowen refused to drop Ikarus’ eyes now that he finally had them. He watched as something conflicted darted across those silver golden eyes before hiding back away.

 

They moved to the beat of the music as it kept speeding up. They spun and twisted violently almost. Finally in sync.

 

They danced.

 

Rowen’s lips slightly twisted upward as his hand dropped to Ikarus’ waist, squeezing lightly.

 

And danced.

 

Ikarus squeezed Rowen’s hand as they spun in a circle.

 

And danced.

 

Ikarus’ eyes never left Rowen’s.

 

They knew the minute they dropped their gazes, the moment would end.~~

 

The music stopped and they paused as well, both taken aback by the almost abrupt end of the song. They both breathed harshly, panting as they kept gazing at eachother.

 

Almost instinctively, their faces moved closer together. Their heads carefully tilted.

 

Ikarus’s eyes dropped to Rowen’s mouth and they re-met Rowen’s eyes.

 

Rowen saw the love and fear and desire curling in those cursed silver golden eyes and snapped out of it. He abruptly dropped his gaze and let go of Ikarus. He threw a half hearted excuse and hurried away as if he was burnt.

 

A while later, when Rowen returns to the floor, Ikarus hands him a flute of champagne.

 

Rowen saw the walls put up in Ikarus’ gaze and something in his stomach twists. He drops his gaze. Muttering a quiet thanks, he took the champagne and took a small sip.

 

They never spoke of that moment again.

 

 

It’s months later when Rowen wishes that he didn’t let that moment go.

 

It’s months later when the only dance Ikarus offers is one of swinging swords and the promise of death.

 

It’s mothers later when the devil steals Ikarus’ face.

 

“But I am a god, dear child. The unholy offspring of Khaos himself. You may call me Kakkinos.”~~

 

When everything is all over, they settle in a cabin near the ocean side in the middle of nowhere. Rowen would call it a quaint thing, but Ikarus would disagree because it’s two stories tall and built on a cliff that dramatically towered over the ocean.

Either way, both of them loved their home together. It was a combination of both of their different interests. There was a giant library with a countless number of shelves filled to the brim with different books. On the second floor, there was a massive airy room with big windows that Rowen filled with his finished and unfinished canvases. In the back, there was a sprawling garden filled there numerous herbs and vegetables.

And their kitchen was homey and filled with different spices and smells. It was one of their favorite rooms in the house.

Neither of them were chefs in the making, but they learned and tried different recipes. Though Ikarus seemed to have better luck when it came to culinary things compared to Rowen.

It was when they were trying to fix Rowen’s latest baking disaster and Ikarus just looks over at Rowen and-

“Rowen! Dance with me!”~~

He has a dusting of flour in his hair and on his nose.

“Care to dance?”~~

There’s a chocolate smear on his upper lip.

“Shall we dance?” ~~

And he’s pouting, rambling disappointingly about his baking creation.

-and Ikarus just leans over and kisses him.

Rowen hesitates for a second, but then reciprocates the kiss. He places the spatula on the counter, turning to face Ikarus. His hand raises, gently resting on Ikarus’ cheek.

Ikarus places his own hand on top of Rowen’s, closing his own eyes. Seconds later, they both pull back, resting their foreheads together.

Inhaling deeply, Ikarus opens his eyes. Meeting Rowen’s gaze, he smirks. “Dance with me?” He licks the chocolate smear off of Rowen’s lip before leaning back and offering his hand.

“I’d love nothing more.” Rowen grabs the offered hand and pulls Ikarus in for a quick kiss.

Ikarus giggles, kissing Rowen back deeply before pulling back and placing his hands in the proper position. Ikarus leads Rowen in a slow waltz, remembering the steps Rowen taught him. They swirled and twirled in a circle around the kitchen, dancing all night long to imaginary music.

[lyralime]

Hey guys! Today i juste finish the drawing of pit

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Ike and is boyfriend marth are sleeping

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Warnings: I'd like to clarify this is just me rambling on about marvel for ages just for something to think about so i'll put a little 'keep reading' section SJDKJDAKJ

(Tony Stark / Iron Man, Natasha Romanoff / Black Widow, Clint Barton / Hawkeye, Sebastian Stan, Bucky Barnes / Winter Soldier, Steve Rogers / Captain America / Sam Wilson, Chris Evans, Eternals, My opinions on pretty much everything Marvel related.... ok byeeeeee....)

Also I'm sure there is gonna be a heavy long rant in there about THE Wanda Maximoff / SCARLET WITCH............. because she's the best and I'm in love with her.... you could say.... I've got my vision on her if you know what I mean.... okay enjoy (if you wish)

I know... so much wasted potential!!! like I ALWAYS LOVE the characters they play but maybe only because of my interest in superhero stuff... ESPECIALLY Marvel (not really DC that much but I do love Batman.... and a certain Batman villain (also the (1) Wonder Woman was good...)) Anyway.... erm.... wasted potential!! Sooooo sooooo much it's painful, I think the way they killed off Tony was good but I think Natasha deserved... a much-deserved mourning and a scene dedicated to that... she sacrificed her literal life in the hopes that this would guarantee... literal whole world and everything in it...

Yet she died knowing that even if she dies they still might not yet win and that's the gamble she's going to have to take because HAWKEYE can't do it since he has a "wife and kids" sort of scenario. Anyway...

They gave her some crappy screen and the only real shown display of weakness and sadness that was shown from them was Bruce Banner/Hulk's crush of a can and that was in despite of Clint dropping to his knees in shock as the realization that THE NATASHA ROMANOFF wasn't there. And they gave her some shitty little thing where they go "sHe DiDn'T HavE A. fAmiLy" ((BULLSHIT)).

Anyway

I thought Eternals was good... like it doesn't deserve all the hate?? I thought it was good and enjoyable and seemed interesting enough (also bonus little Harry Styles in there who I looooooooovvvveeee with every fibre of my being) And also I thought the acting was pretty good and I really like Gemma Chan she's wonderful and charming and a good main character girlboss moment!!! Anyway lol....

And I sorta loved the thing she had going on with Ikarus (idk how they spelled it in the movie I just remember laughing at his name and how it's spelled) Like he was kinda weird and creepy yet really sexy (I think he looks like an English version of Sebastian Stan). And she's this lovely and open... like someone you would run to when you cry or someone helps you out sometimes. She was sweet like a cherry and he was the wolf to eat her. I know that sounds dumb but they're both attractive people. And ALSO OMG BARRY KEOGHAN IS IN THAT MOVIE AND I LOVE HIM.... He's Irish and he's done stuff with Cillian too (+Harry Styles). Anyway the movie was good... I won't give away all the spoilers lol but the romance and I thought the monsters and stuff was cool (FUCKING BILL SKARSGARD WAS IN IT BUT HE PLAYED A MONSTER SO YOU DIDN'T EVEN ACTUALLY SEE HIM BECAUSE HE'S JUST CGI ughhhh).

Onto the next sorta films after Endgame, it all became sorta mush... like the cereal had turned soggy from the milk that is Creativity. And maybe the characters are bland... I've never looked at them that way because you can project onto them and imagine what they would do and say in certain scenarios and stuff like that. Black Widow the movie.... was actually pretty good, it introduced Florence Pugh into the MCU (Ha... it rhymes...) as Yelena <3 I love her and she's putting on some sort of Russian accent.

I'm so sorry to whoever actually reads this you poor soul...

Anyway, I love the characters... like all the new stuff... like I love the characters, what can I say? But the actual movie itself with all the poor CGI and cheaply written jokes and sort of lazy action sequences (and blah blah blah)... it all becomes one huge JOKE within itself. It's bad. But I'm talking about projects like Thor: Love and Thunder which I saw four times in cinema just out of disbelief at how bad it is that it was nearly good. I tried to convince myself I liked it but eventually all the stupidity got in my head.

Let's just talk about what I'm thinking about and that is:

Wandavision, Loki, and Falcon and The Winter Soldier...

Those were fucking amazing. And maybe I am biased because I have a deep fondness for them because I was only like fourteen or something when it came out?? They were just so.... perfect and they still are to me because I love them so much.

Wandavision is by far my favorite. I just love everything about it. It's quirky and I fucking love Elizabeth Olsen because I think she's just beautiful and amazing and so talented. Wanda Maximoff is a deeply emotional character for me and I sort of feel like I am her but also in the way that I just want to be with her and around her and feel the power of her love. And I love Vision... he's so fucking great and I love them so much it hurts. This is gonna be one long-ass blog... I am so sorry no one is reading all this lol.

I loved the way Wandavision used different sitcoms for each episode, I just thought that was brilliant. I remember showing it to my dad (who really hates the MCU but has enjoyed some but he hates the CGI) and he really loved it up until the last episode or two. He hated all the bits where she was up in the sky being the Scarlet Witch. But he still said he liked it. Anyway... Wandavision is one of my favorite things of all time (even outside of just my love of Marvel and all that). Also, my actual name is Scarlet so the name Scarlet Witch is really fucking cool. (Flower is just a nickname). I love her, her powers are so cool and incredible... the fact she can even do that is amazing. Anyway... I LOVE THE SCARLET WITCH I JUST LOVE HER. (I'm not gonna discuss Multiverse of Madness in this post...)

There was Falcon and The Winter Soldier next.

The middle child of Wandavision and Loki that didn't quite... move the people as much I guess.

Falcon and The Winter Soldier was soooooo good. I loved it. I couldn't name any major things I would want to change but there were little things I guess lol. I loved it though. And I love Bucky and I love the way it showed his grief and the way he deals with it all. And I really liked the way they dealt with Police Brutality and racism and stuff. Sam Wilson really changed as a character to me then, I had always liked him but this made me really like him as a character and understand him more. He was then no longer "Falcon" in the title but CAPTAIN AMERICA. No, it wasn't some big tall blonde blue-eyed soldier from the 40s anymore. It was Sam Wilson, a black man whom the people he had to deal with... weren't quite ready for. But that doesn't deny him of the hefty title CAPTAIN AMERICA. Meanwhile, this John Walker fella is saying he's Captain America and he's some Kurt Russell lookalike (the actor is literally Kurt Russell's kid) and he's got the blonde hair and freaky blue eyes and he's saying he's Captain America because THE GOVERNMENT SAYS SO. (Because that's totally what the actual Steve Rogers or Sam Wilson would feel....) (Sarcasm). I loved how we saw a more flirt side of Bucky... yes there were all the true and dark sides of him but we saw him open up a bit more, he smiled and talked to the ladies a bit and was a bit cute and snarky instead of usually mellow. I just love the characters.

Loki was also really good... I just love it. I love Loki. I love that Tom Hiddleston is so passionate about playing Loki... like he truly tries to perfect it. He's like canonically bisexual basically?? Which is cool!! But I hated what they did with Sylvie... I just found it unnecessary. I thought they could've had like a cool person moment and been like fun siblings sort of thing SINCE THEY'RE LITERALLY THE SAME FUCKING PERSON JUST FROM ANOTHER UNIVERSE OR WHATEVER. UGHHH But then they made them have weird tension and then made them kiss and Loki cries and all that. Whatever. Omg... I still haven't watched Season Two yet which I need to do immediately!!

There's a lot I haven't gotten the chance to watch/haven't even bothered to watch at all like She-Hulk, MoonKnight, Ms. Marvel... Secret Invasion... or even the new Captain Marvel that has just come out. I have a bit of Marvel Fatigue, to be honest, I just think they need to slow down a bit. They need to let the suspense hold a little longer... I think they've all just become too money-hungry to care what they're putting out.

Anyway that's all from me!

let’s talk about how badly marvel went downhill after half of phase four… lol… let’s talk about it..

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I still need to finish Uprising

[seriousfic]

The Eternals... yayyyy........

-Almost every action sequence takes place during early morning or in the evening or at night—anytime the primary color scheme is blue-gray. I guess the director really likes the effect of the Eternals’ golden glowing powers lighting up the scenery (and darkness hides how lousy the CGI is), but it makes for a murky and monotonous ‘action movie’.

 It doesn’t help that the action scenes very rarely have a point—they mostly consist of the Deviants showing up and attacking people whenever the audience is in danger of nodding off, and the Deviants themselves turn out to be a red herring with little to do with the main plot. Even at the end, one shows up just to… attack at the same time that Ikarus goes berserk, which has little effect on the climax except to give Angelina Jolie something to do.

 -I’m not saying that there are way too many characters in this, but one main character just goes “I’m not feeling it” and sits the climax out. Oh… I’m sorry… it’s your movie, you don’t want to star in it? Maybe they should’ve, I don’t know, removed this character from the script if they couldn’t think of any relevance or impact for him to have to the plot.

 -The characters casually bring up that they have the ability to erase an Eternal’s memory, which seems like it would solve 95% of the problems that crop in this. A character goes “if you want to stop me, you’ll have to kill me!” Just erase his or her memories. Done. Like, Ikarus, my dude, the world is ending in one week. If anyone gives you a problem, wipe their memory and just wait shit out. We know the Eternals basically never contact each other—they won’t even notice for decades.

 -Speaking of, main character Ikarus betrays the group, his family, and becomes their mortal enemy. This would seem like a big deal, like, everyone would be depressed that they now have to fight someone they love, but everyone save Sersi acts like they’ve hated him all along and now they finally have an excuse to beat his ass. Why not just make him a villain from the get-go if him being a former good guy actually has no bearing on the story’s dynamic at all?

 -There’s some major recency bias going on with these wackos. For instance, out of all the atrocities throughout history, it’s the Spanish conquistadors that makes Druig go rogue. Given that the Aztecs practiced mass child sacrifice, you gotta wonder at the guy’s standards. Ripping a child’s heart out, that’s one thing, but shooting someone with a gun? Ditto for the A-bomb. I guess the concentration camps, the Rape of Nanking, even the Dresden firebombings, those were all fine, but Hiroshima? Fuck.

 It’s hard to buy that these characters have been around for seven millennia when they don’t seem to have any of the experience or outlook that would go with that longevity. Comparatively speaking, they only seem to have figured out “humans sure can do bad stuff” or “humans can be really swell,” like, yesterday afternoon.

 -The big plot—shamelessly ripped off from Galactus—is the Celestials are going to blow up the Earth, but they’re going to use that explosion to start millions of other life-bearing planets.

 The thing is, with Galactus, he’s going to restart the universe AFTER all life has died out. The Celestials are just going to ADD to the preexisting life. We know from Guardians of the Galaxy that space is full of alien races and class-M planets that can be colonized (like the ruins Star-Lord visits in the opening of his first movie). Heck, according to Thanos, the universe is on the verge of running out of resources because there’s so much life (and before you say the Celestials are creating added resources for the preexisting races, no, it’s strongly implied all these planets will have native species that make use of said resources themselves). You’d think someone would bring up that this is a real 19 Kids And Counting situation. We really don’t need to sacrifice life in order to create loads more life. There’s already plenty of life.

 -If you were wondering how Angelina Jolie being Athena (and Don Lee being Gilgamesh) meshes with there being a literal Thor who isn’t an alien robot, and even a literal Zeus we see in Love & Thunder—umm, keep wondering.

 -As you might expect, there’s a bit about how the Eternals being forbidden to interfere in natural human development, except to defend them from the Deviants… but Phastus’s whole job seems to be designing technology for the humans to use? He even complains that he can’t share steam engines with Mesopotamians, and later whinges that he gave humanity the atom bomb (yeah, how could that possibly go wrong, smarto?).

 So, what’s his job description anyway? What’s he supposed to be doing? Did the Celestials just have a coupon and they decided to throw in a tech genius guy to do nothing? I suppose so, they also made their speedster deaf (but not really—she can ‘sense vibrations’—but still needs to be signed to—and I guess Gayenheimer couldn’t come up with some artificial voicebox for her or anything) and Sprite one of those seven thousand year olds that looks like she’s 13 (I guess the Celestials are total weebs).

-Maybe the Celestials want ESG money.

 -We’re told that the reason the Eternals can’t interfere in human conflicts is because war develops technology, such as medicine, which will make the humans live longer and have bigger families, which will bring about the Emergence sooner (I didn’t know we were on a timetable, but whatever). So… wait… why not just have Phastus invent as much tech as he wants, give it all to the humans, let them speed-run going from clay tablets to iPhones, and bring about the Emergence all the sooner? Less time for something to go wrong, right?

 -Wait, we’re told the Deviants we’re created by the Celestials to defend humans from predators—but humans are predators. If the Celestials just need sentient lifeforms to feed an Emergence, what should they care about humans specifically? If T-rexes become the dominant lifeform in the ecosystem and eventually evolve into sapience, doesn’t that serve their purposes just as well? (I know this isn’t exactly how evolution works, but it’s the Marvel Universe, evolution sometimes gives people laser eyes.)

 -Also, why is Sersi the Greek sorceress Asian? Phastus the Greek god of blacksmithing black? Gilgamesh the Middle Easterner Korean? And why is Salma Hayek playing Ajak as a non-action leader type, comparable to Professor X? If she’s a gender-swapped Zuras, okay, but why call this character Ajak after the famous GREEK WARRIOR? He/she is way closer to being Zuras.

 -Speaking of, it’s kinda weird that the franchise that invented the slur ’colonizer’ pretty much depicts the Eternals as going from place to place, dressing up in native outfits, and civilizing the residents of whatever region they’re in. I guess it’s cool because they’re multiethnic instead of white, but either they’re letting the locals worship them or they’re impersonating the gods the locals are already worshipping.

 We see Sprite putting on this big lightshow about Gilgamesh and Enkidu (umm… where is Enkidu? Is Sprite just writing fanfic about her ‘brother’ Gilgamesh? Was Enkidu a mortal that Gilgamesh hung out with? An Eternal that went on a smoke break and never came back?) and we’re supposed to see it as her inspiring mortals with myths, but isn’t she basically preaching a new religion to them?

 -I have to ask—if you’re a Celestial, why even tell the Eternals that an Emergence is going to happen? It seems like they automatically link to the birthing Celestial to be preserved through the planet’s destruction and the Celestials must know the risk of an Eternal going rogue and turning against them (otherwise, why the mind-wipes and false memories?). And the Eternals don’t have to DO anything; the Emergence seems to happen on its own once the population hits a certain threshold. Just… don’t tell them!

 For that matter, just give them orders to shut down or go into cold storage or even be picked up as soon as the Deviants are neutralized. I’m assuming that if Star-Lord can warp to a planet and pick a few people up, that it’s NOTHING for the Celestials to do. Heck, the Eternals have their own ship that’s capable of interstellar flight. Just order them to come back to base.

 Or, if you’re leaving them on the planet, DON’T TELL THEM ABOUT THE EMERGENCE. What use is it for Ajak to know this and keep it secret from the others? Keep it secret from all of them! And if Ajak dies, DON’T TELL SOMEONE ELSE ABOUT THE EMERGENCE! This is literally God-level Bond villain stupidity. Because even Blofeld at his worst doesn’t call Bond up and go “hey, 007, I’m planning to steal a nuclear warhead in Florida and then hold the world hostage. Bet ya can’t stop me!”

 So dumb.

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