#not necessarily an oc insert she’s just a small part of his history but i wanted to draw teenage al goofy in love

[mystybird]

al and his first giiiiiiirlyyyyyyy friend (she’s a human and this will end tragically)

[yumester]

OC rambling under the cut because I am having a moment

So I have an OC, let's say his name is Kasper; short for Kas. Kas is like going through the worst Tuesday of his life. In actuality, its been six years in the making and the world is ending—typical alien takeover, post apocalyptic/brutal dystopia Armageddon (some part Half Life and interlining Heavenly Delusion, mixed with Fallout NV in a drug laced worldbuilding cocktail). A bunch of stuff happens to him yada yada (i.e. mind taken over, body modified against his will, nightmares/hallucinations on a constant bases, loses every ounce of his previous life; family, friends, future desires, etc.). And, suffice to say, Kasper was about to live the rest of his life as a unyielding drone to some entity beyond his understanding.

That is until he meets professor Lise Blackwood while patrolling. Lise is another character of mine, originally a RP self-insert style scientist but unlike Kasper, I actually did a few stuff with her here and there.

Anyway, Lise and Kasper have history together, Lise was a tutor for Kasper in her college years—forming a close relationship of sorts. They reunite; Kasper technically chasing after her into a desecrated building while she fails to hide from him, only to be reassured when he does something that sparks recognition that its him. Funny thing is though, Kasper can't talk. Couldn't for years from the modifications (he's like one of the Combine Soldiers in that regard, junk rammed through his throat and body absolutely wiped clean). There is one thing Kasper keenly knows what to do for this. It's sign language.

Back in school, one of the things Lise taught Kasper was sign language. To be honest, Kas thought nothing of it at the time. He was technically forced to learn it. But he liked Lise's odd teaching so it kind of worked out.

Anyway, Lise takes in Kasper. Not necessarily like some dumb adoption or other found family nonsense. Kas is like in his late twenties, was literally in college when shit hit the fan, while Lise is in her late thirties/early forties. Taking in Kas is a process in and of itself. For one, she's literally commandeering the enemy, Kas technically is still viewed as a tool for the outsiders. Two, she has no idea if its actually Kas because he's tailored head to toe with padded armor and no voice to speak but she just hopes in a way it truly is him. Three, she has to talk to the current group she's with about it; technically just her, her old buddy from work, some robot she found in a parking lot, and lab rat of sort. A small group nonetheless. Last task isn't hard to do but the walking tin can of a robot despises her for it. Though, to be honest, he's always hated her (if I go into details about their dynamic this would be like 1k words later but lets just say they were siblings in a previous life <3).

Okay with that out of the way, I wanna say this; imagine feeling so out of place in a world you hardly recognize. What do you do?

To Lise, it's simple. Learn everything you can and adapt.

To Kasper, it's a hard and yet, to him it should feel easy. He wishes it was. He wants attainment. Whatever that might be, he doesn't know. For now he just kinda wanders the line of being there and not being there. Lise is like an anchor to him, a sad anchor but a good one nonetheless.

Thinking back to that post I reblogged talking about certain dynamics. Lise and Kas are like "I'd destroy the world to protect you" but in like a child, grown in harsh, cold environment trying to protect its mother type beat. Whereas Lise is like "I hate everyone but I love you more than anything" core. She literally does not care for people or things or anything, she is very cold at times not even gonna lie. Kas is like one of the, if not, only people she treats in high regard and yet, Kas would probably destroy any ounce of himself for her.

Funnily enough, both have the mindset of "I hate everyone in this room except you" but in like very different fonts.

TLDR; Boy who loses everything finds comfort in someone he lost and can and will absolutely do anything for them even if that means losing himself even more, even if that means betraying his former teacher.

[shiroe-is-my-baby]

The Spotlight - 1

W: Self-insert, fluff, au, some nsfw themes in the future

First chapter of my Shirey fic Singer AU ^.^ I’m really excited to write this, and Manager!Shiroe is like my favorite. The thought of it was perfect and I couldn’t resist. Probably gonna be my new favorite AU for a while. I also have a new OC in this story as well.

Next Part

Performing had always been a rush for me. Ever since I started out in the small coffee shops, and every hole in the wall that would allow me. It's always been a place for me to be myself. To be able to share it with the people that I love makes it all worth it. Even though, it definitely does have its ups and downs. Shiroe and I met after one of my shows. I still hadn't been big and had only been performing in clubs at that point. He had came in with a friend, not really all that interested. It was just a day for him to relax, but neither of us knew just how it would change our lives.

I remember seeing him at the bar, all alone and trying to chuckle at his clearly drunk friend. He looked out of place and bored, but tried to humor the man beside him. The entire time I sang, I couldn't take my eyes off of him. I wanted to meet him and talk to him. And when he glanced my direction, I felt my heart skip a beat.

When I hopped off stage, I immediately went to the bar for a drink. Those days I only had my guitar and a friend who was my drummer. Before I gained an entire band to back me up. He was wandering off to put our things away, allowing me some time to grab a drink. Right beside the cutie with glasses, I'd been looking at all night. 

His friend was slurring his words, complimenting me on my singing. "You sounded really good up there," He said, "I didn't think they had a live performance here." That was hard enough for him to even say. I giggled, nodding my head and glancing between the two.

"Thanks... They only have me a couple months out of the year. I went to school with the owner."

"Really? That's pretty cool. You should really be famous by now. And you're gorgeous too."

"I'm sorry about him," the other man said, patting his friends back, "He's had a little too much."

"It's fine. Just make sure he doesn't hurt himself."

I winked, watching the man's cheeks flush. Biting my bottom lip, I shifted a little closer and sipped my own drink. "I'm Ashley," I said, introducing myself and reaching for his hand.

"Sh-Shiroe..."

He shook my hand, smiling gently, even though the embarrassment was visible in his body language. Shiroe introduced his friend as well, even though he was too far gone to care. That was the first and last time I saw Naotsugu drunk. It must have been a pretty stressful day for him.

That night, I stayed with them at that bar, getting to know Shiroe. He was a lot funnier than I expected and really easy to talk to. He asked me about my career and what got me started. He seemed really invested in my life, and I wanted to know everything about him.

And the rest was history.

We dated for several months after, and he came to all of my performances. No matter how small they were. Even if he was the only person in the crowd cheering. He was my biggest fan, and I thanked him every day for that. It gave me the push I needed, especially on the difficult days.

Once I got discovered, Shiroe did all he could to make sure that I kept my individuality. I didn't ask him to give up everything for me, but he wanted to work in our relationship. He became my manager, working every day to make sure that I was a success. He was extremely supportive, even when I didn't need him to be.

Sometimes I do hate myself for doing this to him. For putting him through all of this. But he tells me that all he wants is to watch me achieve my dreams. Although, it has definitely put a strain on our relationship. We are sometimes more like work partners than we are a couple. He is very protective and sometimes treats me like a client than a girlfriend.

Not to mention that I can't go anywhere without a bodyguard. Which, at the point in time, when I'm just getting famous, it was probably a necessity. To keep fans from harming me, even though most of them mean well.

It keeps me protected, but... I still want to feel independent sometimes. I'm still trying to get used to this lifestyle. And so is he.

Tonight is my first show of my tour. It's in our hometown, and so far it has been an amazing time. On stage, I feel unstoppable and on top of the world. When I look out onto the stage, I feel like I can take on the world.

Singing has always been a passion for me since I was little. Knowing that I'm making that dream a reality is surreal. Then, when I see the smiling face of my beloved, I feel even more accomplished. 

The roar of the crowd always got my blood pumping, and I felt like I could run a mile. I gave a quick goodbye to the crowd, jogging off stage to take a short intermission. This gave me the opportunity to rest, chug some water, and get ready for the next portion of the show.

"Woah! You're doing great out there!" Naotsugu said, holding up a hand towards me.

I quickly smacked him a high five, plopping down into my chair and swiping the bottle of water from the table. My breathing was shallow, and I chugged down the water like my life depended on it. I'm always tired after a show, but this was only the beginning of it. I still had a big portion of the night to finish, but I was merely just getting started. The tour was going to last a couple months, and I definitely needed to get used to it.

"Where's Shiroe?" I asked in between breaths.

"Last I heard he was talking with one of the guards."

I rolled my eyes, knowing exactly what they were talking about. Since the tour date was announced, he was trying his best to make sure we had the best security. I kept trying to reassure him that I was fine, but he was a little too worried. We hadn't done something this big before, so it was natural for him to be worried. But I just didn't want it to eat away at him. I didn't want him to overreact.

"Of course he is," I said, leaning my chin on my hand.

Glancing up, I saw the flick of dark hair come from around the corner and bright blue eyes. My make-up artist, Xena, grinned, jogging over to me. She propped up her case, poking my nose and forcing me to sit up. "Hey there!" She said, cheerfully, "You just need a little pat, and you'll be good to go!" She picked up a brush and swiftly moved it across my face, fixing my make-up that had been sweating off during the show.

As her face was in my own, I heard the familiar voice coming back down the hallway. "Sorry," Shiroe said, "You'd think that someone around here knows the the heck their doing." He rolled his eyes, placing a hand on my shoulder politely. In public, he doesn't show too much affection to me, especially during a show. He likes to keep his manager role as serious as possible, although a lot of people have already figured out our relationship.

There had been lots of news articles coming out since the announcing of my tour. Lots of people aren't too keen on the idea of a manager dating their client, but it isn't like that. People don't understand that he was with me way before all of this. A lot of people say that it's bad for my image, but I don't really necessarily care.  Even though this was my dream, it doesn't mean anything if I can't share it with those that I love.

And I wasn't going to make Shiroe suffer just so I can do that.

Xena winked to Shiroe, closing up her make-up case with a loud click. "Stop stressing," She said, "Ashley's going to be fine!" She squeezed my hand, wishing me good luck and zipping back down the hall. She was always full of energy, but I don't usually see her this happy. Ever since I asked her to be my make-up artist, she's been more cheerful. She has something to do, and I know that she enjoys being on the road with us.

"Shiroe, baby, don't worry. Just enjoy the show," I said, "We're on tour!"

"I know. And I'm really proud of you."

He ruffled my hair, trying not to look at me too hard. He didn't want to draw attention to us, but it was hard for him not to. His smile was genuine, and I could see the look in his eyes. Biting my lip, I quickly looked away and felt my cheeks burning. Shiroe patted my shoulder, motioning with his head towards the stage entrance.

"I think it's time for you to head back out there," He said.

"Yeah. I'll see you guys later!"

Giving him a wink, I jumped up from my chair and quickly took in a few deep breaths. "Good luck," Shiroe said after me, returning my wink with his own. I grinned, running through my singing drills as I made my entrance back out.

The crowd roared when I stepped back out into the spotlight, sending chills down my spine. I was right back where I belonged. On stage and in front of thousands of people that wanted to see me.

It was the rush of a lifetime, and I couldn't believe that this was mine.