#partly makin' shit up

[clawsoutspotsoff]

some hairstyles for Shady

[quirkle2]

who wants zombie au writing. don't answer that ur getting it anyway (1.6k words)

His shoes knock against the old flooring of the house, wood creaking under rubber soles that slide over the woodgrain. He drags them a bit, lifts his limbs up no more than he strictly has to, and they lead him to the nearest sittable surface.

The couch is old and dusty and has likely gone untouched for months, much like everything else nowadays, so he watches the thin cloud of dust billow off the cushions largely with disinterest. He collapses into the fabric heavily, feels the whole thing scoot back an inch and hit the wall behind him. The sound echoes, carried by lifeless rooms, while he unceremoniously drops his backpack to the floor by his feet.

The breath he lets out is slow and methodical and born of pent up muscles, aimed at the ceiling where he rests his neck against the back of the couch and relaxes every limb one by one. It’s a process he forces himself through, if only to rid the constant ache beneath his skin.

Slow, sweeping footsteps meander around the room in front of him, and Ritsu angles his gaze down from his craned back position to look at his brother. He wanders, like he so often does—seemingly aimless, but there’s something procedural about it that he’s convinced he just hasn’t figured out yet.

Shigeo’s empty eyes crawl along the hearth of the fireplace, explosions of ash sprayed out across the red brick. His head tilts up to trace his attention around the angular lines of the television, hung on the wall and screen grey with dust. He flits back and forth between the roundness of the bricked mantle and the sharp edges of the screen, like he’s taking notes.

Shigeo paws the television. Four lines of muck are cleared. The zombie blinks, paws at it again with dusty, curious fingers. Ritsu watches him make a mess of the television screen in silence, blinking tiredly.

He almost closes his eyes, but he fights against the urge and moves his fingers down his lap to reach for his bag. His middle hooks around the loop at the top and he lugs it up and into his lap, where he unzips it and peers into the shadowy contents.

Ritsu fishes out the water bottles. He finds the one with the messy R scribbled along the cap in sharpie and takes a big swig of it. It’s warm going down, constantly insulated in a bag of old, sweaty clothes. He feels like he can taste the odor in it, but it clears the grain in his throat from stomping all over dirt roads today, so he’s still grateful.

He holds out the one labeled S to Shigeo. “Thirsty?”

Shigeo looks at him from where he’s crouched down to the floor now, inspecting the soot along the hearth. Unfortunately, he sees handprints in the black already, and when his brother reaches a hand out to take it, his palm is covered in soot.

He lets him have his fun and settles his own bottle back in the mess of tangled clothes and rolls of bandages. Ritsu rakes his fingers through their stock with no real purpose—he knows exactly what’s in here, and none of it is useful.

They’d been searching all day; Ritsu doesn’t really know how far they’d walked, but it had to be a lot of miles. In and out of stores, up and down empty houses, weaving between warehouses—they didn’t really stop for a break. Not when Ritsu can hear Shigeo’s stomach from here and he himself has shaking hands. They can’t afford a break.

Nothing, though. Not a single goddamn thing worth taking. A settlement must have come through here long ago and swept the highway. They’re in the countryside, where houses are spaced out acres from each other and there’s entire cow pastures between properties. And yet every house they’d seen and entered provided nothing.

Ritsu stares into the negative space in his bag where there should be supplies. His stomach cramps and if he smells another whiff of that godawful sweaty, bloody sweatshirt he still carries, he’s going to throw up bile.

He leans away from the open pouch, eyes wandering to his brother who draws… something into the soot of the hearth. His water bottle sits on the floor, abandoned and still unscrewed. Ritsu leans forward with great effort and a grunt, leaning over his bag to grab at the top of it.

It takes him two tries to get Shigeo’s attention, and one more for an answer on where the cap is. It’s then placed in his palm, covered in soot and also saliva. Ritsu swallows down the nausea that rolls up his throat and wipes it off with his frankly already disgusting sleeve, and screws it back on.

He leans back again, succumbing to the urge to let his eyes rest, and he listens to the very subtle swipe of his brother’s hands across brick. There’s birds outside, chirping, and even though it’s still very much a common occurrence, Ritsu cannot help but feel nostalgic about it.

If he ignores the awful hum of silence, and the distinct lack of an electric thrum throughout the walls, and the fact that this is a stranger’s couch and not his, he can almost imagine normalcy. He can almost say this feels like those quiet moments after school, when he settles on the couch and scrolls through his phone in a house that only holds him and his brother because their parents simply aren’t home yet.

He can almost hear the creak of wood from Shigeo walking around his room upstairs. He can almost tap his fingers on the couch cushions to the pattern of his brother making his way down the steps. He can almost hear the fridge opening, and the sound of milk being poured into glass.

Almost. But Ritsu listens to sharp silence instead, and he tries not to think too hard.

He drifts for a while, feels himself truly sink into the couch and let the cushions claim him, and he thinks about nothings because if he doesn’t, then he’ll lose it. He carefully sifts through the nothingness of his mind, through the passing thoughts that have no bearing, and he focuses on that, on the lack of substance. His head is too full of things that have too much substance.

He misses boredom. He tells himself he misses boredom—the complete insubstantiality of it—because if he lets himself think of what he really misses, it’ll drive him insane.

The cushions move, and Ritsu peels his eyes open and lets himself get pulled from liminal mindspace. The cotton in his head recedes, and he blinks, and then he’s swiveling his head to look at his brother who sits in the cushion right next to him.

His hands and the cuffs of his hoodie are smothered in black. Shigeo sits hunched, gaze still wandering even when there’s not much decoration in this house to look at. He studies the off-white walls, the chips in the paint, the holes drilled in where there maybe used to be photos hung.

Ritsu gazes at him quietly, chest instinctively rising and falling to match his brother’s rhythm. He watches the expansion there, under his hoodie, in the subtlety of the folds and the way they warp over the movement. It’s slightly quicker than what he’s used to, but Ritsu knows his brother’s heart rate is much slower. He’s felt it before. He’s listened to it before, with his ear against a chest.

Ritsu’s attention moves to his eyes, and the heavy bags underneath them, and the paleness of his pupils and the ghostlight of him underneath that. He stares into them, looks for stray, familiar thoughts that might enter his head. Looks for old memories that might shine through in the form of recognition when he sees furniture layouts, and candy wrappers, and ads for soda.

Ritsu looks for it all the time, that glint of familiarity. And he finds it, sometimes. And really, he thinks that’s keeping him going more than food ever will.

Shigeo turns his head, and looks at him. Sometimes, when his brother looks at him, there’s not much there. No substance, no anything. And Ritsu finds it a bit evil that he craves silence in his own head, and yet noise in Shigeo’s, and often times it is the other way around.

His brother looks at him now, though, with that comforting recognition. That growth of the pupils, that softening of the hard edges of his face where unknown stressors have gotten to him. Ritsu wonders what zombies get stressed out. He figures it’s the same deal with humans, considering they’re largely alike.

Ritsu wonders if Shigeo knows he’s sick. He wishes he could ask him. He wishes for a lot of things. Silence in his own head is one of them.

Ritsu swivels his head away and stares at the ceiling, if only to force the thoughts to pause. He studies the popcorn ridges above them, traces the peaks with his gaze. It calms him, gives him something to focus on. He looks for patterns in the shadows they make.

Shigeo shifts next to him. And then he shimmies down, settles into the cushions, and plops his head right down on Ritsu’s shoulder.

Static roars in his mind and his heart stammers. Ritsu swallows the lump in his throat but that just makes it bigger, so he clamps his mouth shut and breathes carefully through his nose.

The tears cut through the grime on his face. He plops his own head down against his brother’s, and lives in the noise.

[monsterbisexual]

wish i was smashing my coworker(s) w comically large cartoony mallets rn

[autism-corner]

uhoh

[froggowivdagudvibes]

Ive been meaning to post this for a while, so uh.. ye.

Ok before i start, its stoopid o clock and im incapable of wording rn, so bear with me.

I am very much confusion.

Um

So im questioning the possibility of being a demigirl?

Im afab and up until maybe a year ago, have felt pretty comfortable as a girl. Then i started feeling more nonbinary-ish but also female, but i was convinced i was just overreacting. I thought i was just subconsciously making it up for attention (idk how else to describe it, but hope dat makin sense). I was just tryna squish all those feelings down bcuz i was sure they weren't real. I didn't realise it was a thing, to be both non binary and female, and i felt just so invalid.

Then the other day me and my friend were talkin abt her new oc, and she said they were a demigirl. I asked wat dat was and she explained to the best of her knowledge. I just stood there open mouthed and while i didnt say anything, i was screaming inside.

WAIT WTF THATS BEEN AN OPTION THIS WHOLE TIME. WHAT. THE. FUCK. WHAAAAT.

That night i did sum research and i thought i was definitely a demigirl. The feeling comes and goes tho, and sometimes i feel more nonbinary, but for the most part i feel much more female. I still feel like im probably a demigirl, but im just kinda confused.

Idk why i made this post, ig i just needed to tell someone, cuz im not ready to tell anyone irl (partly cuz i still dont trust my own feelings) (i mean wut i said. theres sum weird shit goin on in my head lol)

I guess i also wondered if theres maybe sum demigirl/boy (or anyone rly) out there, to just tell me that my feelings are valid (or that theyre complete bullshit, if thats the case).

And if youre homophobic/transphobic/just dont agree with the concept of demigirls/boys, then i dont need your input. Its really not helpful.

Anyway, uhh ye. Bye ig.

Fuck i needa get sum sleep—

[elliebean714]

i saw you do requests for sinclair, which makes me really happy because ive yet to find another blog that writes for him :') could you do headcanons for augustus sinclair x male reader, specifically set during raptures 'peak'? with no nsfw please, idk if you do that but just makin sure >_< thanks in advance!!

WOOOO!!!!!! YEAHHH!! SINCLAIR STANS RISE!!! Don't worry I don't do nsfw, mild suggestions are as heavy as it gets here. Kissing and cuddling gang for life💙 Tw: homophobia mentioned. Have fun.

Augustus Sinclair x M!Reader General Headcanons

Fluff, Angst

Pre-Game

So urmm... he'd probably be in deep denial for a good long while about his love for another man

I mean back in the time period Bioshock is set in it was a super taboo topic

And he seems like the kinda guy to stay away from stuff like that

But yk, true love n' all that jazz

One day he just decides he doesn't care and asks you out for a 'business' dinner

That quickly turns to several dinners and eventually a drunken confession and, hopefully, your drunkenly admiting you reciprocate.

Leading to the two of you beginning a secret love affair

Cus ya'know homophobia runs rampant in Rapture

Onto him as a partner

He'd definitely love spending his money on you

Showers you with expensive clothes, drinks, smokes and basically whatever stuff you like/want

Partly because he loves your smile, but mostly because he loves bragging and showing off his seemingly endless wealth.

It stokes his already huge ego in just the right way

At his best he would be a romantic lover that takes you to dinner every weekend and leaves love letters and bouquets of your favourite flowers on your desk at work or on your side of the bed

Sometimes he may get a bit too focused on scamming people work so you'll have to drag him away from that

On special occasions he'd showers you in gifts far more (somehow)

He acts like it's for his pride but your happy, excited face is the cutest thing in his eyes

Once you guys had been secret dating for a couple of years he'd probably become comfortable enough for you to fully move in with him (but he'd never force you if you weren't uncomfortable( he might manipulate you tho (he's a salesman remember (he cant help it))))

If you did move in EXPECT TO BE ROMANCED TO HELL GOOD SIR

Home cooked meals (cus he can't take you out to a restaurant unless under the guise of a business lunch/dinner)

Dancing to the Rapture Radio in the middle off the night with only candles for light

Laying in bed together talking about anything and everything for hours on end

Omg you goofy lil dudes getting married in secret!!!

Your love story seems like one that hisorians would misrepresent to shit.

Yk like

'Augustus Sinclair never married during his lifetime, but he was extremely close to his best friend, the two lived together for the majority of their lives, co-ran his several business and were seen frequently visiting. Such good friends.'

(Hi Ellie interrupting here, this is smg I came up with whilst writing this. Imagine Sinclair writing this whilst you sleep or smg idk I'm not your mom)

If others found us we'd be ostracised and villainized. They'd parade us around as filthy and unnatural. Shame us for loving one another, for laying together. They'd stick us in chains and cut out our tongues. And I'd let them. For the tongue-less may write still, and here, tonight, with my lover in my arms, I'll write proudly, fully, purely, that my lover is a man. My lover is my light. My lover owns my smile. My lover is mine. You can silence us. You can burn this paper. You can eradicate every proof of our existence. But tonight, my lover dances in my arms, illuminated solely by candlelight. His face, his warmth, his scent, his eyes filled with love alone, you cannot remove tonight. For the events of tonight have been etched in stone, and until the sun explodes it will remain. My love for him will remain.

(K thanks back to it)

All that being said don't expect him not to protect himself should it come down to it

Sorry but he'd sell you out at a moments notice

The eventual regret would hit him like a fright train but in the moment he'd always put himself first

Still loves you tho promise

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~Elliebean714

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[sagemoderocklee]

TELL ME THE HEADCANONS PER LEVEL POSTHASTE‼️

ok, first round of the HC levels. im sorry this kinda sucks and isn't super exciting. was hoping id have more energy after work since i wfh today but then i did some more tidying up in my room and my now my head hurts and im exhausted but i have a second one of these in my inbox that i can answer this weekend that will hopefully be more exciting

LVL 1:

I feel like this could fit into level 3 in the sense that i think fandom as a whole all agrees that lee is Chinese coded, but that's also so obvious in the series and so intentional with all his Bruce Lee parallels that I think it can fit into lvl 1. and i think extrapolating on that is that he's an orphan since like canonically his folks were never so much as mentioned.

obviously my personal hc for Lee's parents is that they came directly from another country as per The Ballad, so in my hc his folks never actually lived in Konoha and were not in fact killed because of the kyuubi's attack on Konoha when Naruto was born which i think the farther lee's origins are expanded on the farther away from level 1 it gets so i'll just leave it at that

LVL 2:

Otsutsuki never happened. Like a large chunk of the war I just straight up omit, including the stupid ass aliens that were never foreshadowed in the series and Or*chimaru's stupid abusive, predatory ass is still dead too.

lots to be said about Kishimoto's writing, but i will never believe he ever intended the shit with the otsukuki or the cookie cutter epilogue we got. kishimoto might not be an astounding writer and he def lost the plot in a big way but i do think he deserves more credit than a whole ass plot twist that makes zero sense and just dragged the series on. like it was very clear that them aliens was just shoved in there to set up for Boruto... so when you read my shit, just remember, fuck them aliens (and fuck or*chimaru too)

LVL 3:

I'd say that like everything about my worldbuilding around Suna and Wind country could fall into this category because it's absolutely not rooted in canon material, and like to a very small degree my whole 'there's more than one languages across these various countries' thing has now become a thing other people do (yes, lookin at you kel) which like again very small scale but i guess could be like a fanon thing that people might start to run with more.

im not doin a great job of going into detail on this one but it's def like a if you know you know thing cause tryna get into the nitty gritty with all my worldbuilding would take me all night XD

LVL 4:

i be makin up so much gotdamn shit... does an OC child count? Like could I say Ruri? since like technically 700 IS canon and i just said fuck dem kids... partly cause fuck dem kids but specifically fuck boruto (the series) and all it stands for and does to the original series, and also partly cause like i dont want ppl comin to read my fics with pre-existing assumptions based in Boruto canon. like if you fuck wit boruto that's yo business but it's not for me and ill never acknowledge it in my fics (i kno i did like... once a long long time ago but that was when 700 had dropped and i was trying) or anywhere else cause its shit and its always gone be shit.

so like yeah i guess Temari and Shikamaru's daughter is my level four headcanon. and the other kids they'll have that haven't become relevant to anything ive writen (yet). and also Kankuros various and sundry bastards some of which ill have reasons to write and some of which i probably never will cause he's got a decent-ish handful of bastards out there in my headcanon.

[despairforme]

I have this weird little headcanon that nnoitra is misogynistic because hes a closet gay, since its pretty common for closet gays who cant except to come to resent women

❝ How 'bout NOT fuckin' makin' up theories 'bout me? Mind yer own fuckin' business! �� Was he being aggressive about this? Yeah. He'd been told many times that he was a misogynist. Maybe he was, maybe he wasn't. He knew his view on women was considered wrong, or whatever. Which was weird, because obviously it was the correct view, since it was based on fucking reality. The whole "men and women are equal" was the dumbest shit he'd ever heard in his entire fucking life. Whatever. That was not what he was focusing on here. He was FAR more concerned with being called a closet gay. Because that --- Was partly true. Nnoitra was not gay - he was bisexual. But he was closeted. He was perceived by the world as a straight guy, and he preferred it that way. People associated femininity with same-sex-attraction in males, and LIKE HELL he wanted anything to do with that shit! He fucking hated the flamboyant gays who marched in the pride parades and acted like fucking feminine degenerates. It was because of them that Nnoitra had to keep his sexuality a secret.

There was nothing about Nnoitra that gave away his sexuality, and so he was always offended when people called him gay or whatever. He saw that as an attack on his masculinity. Being male, being manly - those things were important to him. He was glad he got to live his life as a normal straight dude. If people found out he was into guys, there was no way he could keep working at his job. That place was not safe for a same-sex attracted man. Everyone would see him differently. See him as weak. He didn't want that. So, he was keeping it a secret.

That didn't mean he didn't sleep with guys. He just wasn't open about it, and when he'd dated guys, he hadn't been displaying affection in public ( something that had really bothered Grimmjow ).

He wouldn't say that his sexuality had anything to do with how he viewed women, but it might have something to do with how much he hated femininity in guys. Mah, whatever. Why should he have to act a certain way, just because he happened to find men sexually attractive? Why did he have to belong to some sort of community? When he had NOTHING in common with those freaks?

[full-of-mercy]

"Good Lord," Nicholas chuckles, a rumble pitched low and held close as they leave the noisy chaos of the saloon and its bar fight behind. They are not the only ones with the same idea, and they are certainly not the only ones to lean together and semi-stagger out into the dark. "Could just tell the Princess her throne awaits. I'm sure she'd oblige."

Double doors swing closed and partly contain the wall of sound, and it already feels like the pressure is off of the inner ears. Most of it, at any rate. This close to Thunder Valley, there is a constant charge to the air, a thrum of electricity in the spaces between specks of dust and grains of sand. The wind hums at the mouth of the alley, rustle-flapping gently through the fabric slung from roof to roof. The shade sails are effective enough during daylight. Here and now they do little more than obfuscate scant starlight and fingernail moons.

A few winged worms cling to the uppermost, glowing blue-green motes, a few members of a constellation on the drift ahead of an oncoming storm front.

"Goddamn, you're kind of a lightweight now."

It's in poor taste, maybe. He knows full well why and how.

"Cheap date."

Maybe that's a positive, for all that he delivers the notion with a dimpled, crooked grin, a lift of brows, a lift of lighter, and a chuff just at the beginning boundaries of laughter. Nicholas posts up beside his counterpart, leaning against the brick and eyeing the odd pedestrian here and there. Nobody seems particularly interested in them and that is fine by him.

They are more keen to escape the branching discord inside of the establishment. As someone else passes through, the clatter of furniture and the fleshy thud of blows landing rise above the airy quiet of night. They would not even need enhanced hearing to pick up on the hapless violence spreading through the pack of drunken patrons at a distance.

No gunshots ring out just yet. They'll be fine.

Probably.

"I sure as shit don't know everything about you. Just makin' educated guesses around what you've got to say," he mutters, igniting the end of his cigarette for a breath in.

Then he inclines his chin, pursing his lips to press the cherry of his clove-smoke against Nick's unlit one. Surely he knows what it looks like, but he absolutely does not care. Hooded eyes glint with amusement.

He really is entirely too sober for this, even if he isn't precisely sober. He just hasn't had however many weeks or months locked up and trapped underneath Conrad's scalpel, at least not recently. It is a matter of perspective, he supposes, straightening up some and angling to nudge Nick's side with his elbow.

"How things coulda been, huh? Eh. Alright. Sure. You're buyin' next."

"Well, when you put it that way—I wouldn't mind someone doing something to my face—but no, I'm not in the mood for a knuckle sandwich," Nick purrs, perhaps voicing thoughts that are better left unspoken. Thoughts that he hasn't had in a year or so, or at least since repressed. The idea of a certain someone seating herself on his drunken mug sounds enticing right now, but he's open to other ideas. Voicing the thought is the exact sort of thing he was hoping to avoid though.

He twists and squirms with no amount of difficulty, swooning with an unreadable expression as Nicholas holds him steady.

"Ohh, the back door, how scandalous," Nick finally settles in the other's grasp, however, his narrow waist still moves as he speaks, "Honestly I don't remember any of the shit I say, I was just told I get stupid when I'm drunk. Maybe now I see why? Kinda?"

Suddenly there's a splash of liquid and a shower of glass.

"Hey, why's it raining? And why do they hurt—oh, that's glass. It's a bottle. I get it." His boots crunch on the gravel and glass lining the alleyway. He only has a loose grip on his thoughts, and that's bad. There are some pretty bad ones rattling in that brain of his. "What do you mean? I thought ration bars and pretzels were pretty standard fair for grub. Lots of carbonation."

Nick giggles, unaware yet aware of his misuse of the word, "You know, if I close my eyes it really is like I'm talkin' to myself. Or a slice of me. Only more tolerable. I think if I was actually talkin' to myself I'd wanna throttle him. Like right now. Not you! But like, me. You know? Of course you know."

Disturbed guests who want nothing to do with the brawl occurring inside scurry out of the exit. Some lean further along the alleyway, taking a smoke or finishing off their bottles of whatever.

Drowsy, Nick leans against the brick wall and shuts his eyes. He places the cigarette between his lips again, noting that the flame went out in the movement to get outside. He sighs, but keeps it in his mouth anyway.

"Man," the younger Wolfwood starts, peeking one silver eye open to maintain eye contact, "You know everything about me. I feel like I don't know anythin' about you other than how things ended. You've got years on me—I bet you've got stories to go along with 'em."

Some of his syllables are slurred, but he's only hardly drunk. Maybe tipsy. Maybe even that's generous. It seems to hit him in waves���even now, his body works quickly to neutralize the inebriation.

Maybe he's simply lost in the moment.

"You should tell me some sometime. I wanna know how things coulda been."

[matoitech]

i think a lot of pre promare galo existed in like just an im NOT about to unpack all that state w like.. his childhood n shit he went thru and like on some level he knows kray is not the shit and is a bad parent but this is like the only adult/parent figure thats been consistently present in his life since he was a kid and he wants to just keep believing in this thing hes been told n told himself where kray is a hero who saved him and is worthy of the admiration and also galo has built so much of his life n goals around Makin The Old Man Proud and convincing kray that he was worth saving so he doesnt rly know what else to do or who to be (till the events of promare ofc, n stuff galo has to consider post promare now like his career choice that he Loves even being smth kray took credit for manipulating him into). like i just think abt galo the Grin And Bear It guy going to the frozen lake to take out his emotions on hitting the ice with an ax until hes too worn out to think or feel anything. hes rly intense and passionate and its hard 4 him 2 deal w emotions autistically and w ptsd fucking around in his brain. its the events of promare that rly blew this shit up for him n this stuff became unavoidable. like i dont think galo was completely unaware of there being smth not right abt kray like its p clear it was a buildup of things its just like, this can rly b how it is to grow up w like abusive parents or in a shitty situation theres lots of factors that can keep someone from rly fully considering stuff like this esp when its painful. not to say galo knew abt what kray was doing to the burnish i mean like, on a personal level w his own relationships. and i think galo got the courage to even face kray partly bcuz he felt like he was doing it for other ppl and that made him feel braver than standing up for himself. like i think galo rly only went to therapy After promare lol.. him n lio both..

[multi-lefaiye]

ive been rotating what little i know about Alekto Cudaas in my mind since yesterday and would please like to hear More (no pressure tho)

thank you,,,, you are in luck because Alekto is the character in CUDAAS that i rotate around in my mind the most and at the highest velocity!! 9/10 times when i'm thinking about this story, i'm probably just thinking about Alekto in some way asdjfk;l

ok idk how long this gets,,, i'm so sorry nico u may have unleashed a Monster. so i'll type this up and if i need to i will put it under a cut <3

CW: implied/referenced physical abuse and discussion of romance!

anyway so! Alekto! my beloved!!!! they originally were, like. very much a background character i made to round out the world a bit, but then i thought more about the three character traits i gave them and went "wait there's actually something interesting here." so now they're one of the main POV characters. <3

okay i'm not quite sure how much i wanna ramble because this is still in pretty early development, but i'll share some Alekto Facts™ and elaborate on some things from the powerpoint.

so Alekto is a very gentle character for the most part. they've seen a LOT of violence and cruelty in their time, and they've had a lot of it directed at themself (even from other guardians in their original flock). so as a result they're loathe to show that same cruelty to anyone else, and they won't engage in violence unless absolutely necessary.

that doesn't mean they can't kick the shit out of someone if needed, though! Alekto is very small but very physically strong, and they've learned to use their magic (which is more defensive) to fight if they need.

'cause that's a thing i haven't really talked about much!!!! guardians each have some magic, and usually it differs from guardian to guardian and is highly specialized. wildlings have magic, too, but theirs isn't as specialized and not always unique to each wildling.

Alekto's magic specifically is that they can create shields out of pure energy, essentially little forcefields. and though that is a defensive power they've gotten creative and figured out how to use it in a fight to their advantage.

for example, like... i have this scene in mind with Alekto and Narkissos sparring, and their magic is meant to complement each other's (Narkissos can do essentially the same thing they can, but he makes blades instead of shields), which means they're uniquely able to counter each other in a way most can't. also Alekto is strong enough that they can just. pick Narkissos up and fucking throw her, despite her being a solid foot taller.

okay physical stuff aside, one thing i really like about Alekto is that they are deeply fascinated with life and the act of creation. to most guardians, creation is something reserved for the gods, so Alekto's love for art could, in a way, be considered an insult to their creator. and i think that could partly be why they like it--not because they view themself as a god or because they view the gods as inferior, but because they just love to create and breathe life into things in a metaphorical sense.

Alekto paints, draws, sculpts, weaves... they just love to make things!!! it's their favorite thing to do and it helps them relax and be happy more than anything else does. they don't usually share a lot of their creations, but they just like makin' em.

i have this idea of like... either as an AU or maybe something later in the series, but Alekto would love being an art teacher. just something to think about <3

okay this is a little long but uhhh the last thing i will talk a little about is Alekto's relationship with Hekate!!! because that's kinda what spurred this into an actual story.

SO yeah i'm not being subtle at all but Hekate and Alekto's relationship eventually becomes romantic as the story continues!!! but the romance isn't the reason why it's so important to me: it's important because it's the catalyst for both of them to change dramatically as people, and also because i just feel so Soft™ for them,,,,

Alekto and Hekate's relationship is defined primarily by acts of service and helping each other. it starts really small, but soon it becomes a huge theme with them. Alekto feels like their purpose in life is to be useful to others and help them, and they have a lot of issues letting others help them with anything or showing any kind of vulnerability, because in their old flock that would result in them being punished harshly. but then Hekate comes along, and over time he becomes the first person they open up to and show vulnerability around.

a lot of Alekto's character arc, aside from realizing how fucked up the system they exist in is and wanting to change it for the better, centers around them learning to be vulnerable and allow others to help them.

i do really want to write this one scene i've had in mind for a while that's just... Alekto saves Hekate, and as they're healing him he asks them teasingly, "When will it be my turn to help you?" and they don't have an answer for that </3 but it's a really important moment and a bit of a turning point,,,,

okay thank you sorry for how long this is, i just love Alekto with my whole heart <3

to wrap things up. here is a meme that sums up where i think Alekto's character arc is going after book one.

[Image Description: A screenshot of a question and answer from Yahoo Answers (?). The question reads: "Are you tired of being nice?" and the follow-up reads: "Don't you just want to go ape shitt" End ID.]

[fayeimara]

Meant To Be Series || One For Every Billion

5. Thank Some Gods

You end up in Hyogo for a real hot minute over your winter break, thanks to your cousins Akira and Akari who decided to drag you along when they were forced to visit with their mom and older brother. Being a year older then them and already a seasoned solo traveller, the parents all thought you'd be a great chaperone. Woohoo, yay you.

Truth be told, you love spending time with them and you're really happy to be able to see your aunt and other cousin, their brother Kazuya, that you'd missed over the summer, as well. Although you did have to apologize to Tobio and his family because when you'd promised you would stay with them next, you should have specified you meant next time you were in Miyagi. Not Japan in general. You think they were just taking the piss though.

Oh right, your vulgar new phrases are courtesy of Akira, thank her very much. Spend a few minutes in the twins' company and you end up talking like them, or whatever their west coast academy friends are currently teaching them, at least. Akari has a valley girl phase going and you think Akira is gearing up for a Tarantino-inspired life. Can't see how your family is let that going to happen, but it's not your job to tell him that.

"Y/nnn, did you try this dango!" Akira runs right into you, appearing from the crowd of people on the festive street of the shopping district you're in, and locks her free arm around yours while waving a stick with round balls on it in other other hand.

"No, but I waited 10 minutes standing still in the cold and crowd so you can bet that I will. Half of that is already mine."

"Hmph," She scoffs, "No one told you to stand still and wait around, silly."

You give her an exasperated look, "You literally said, 'stay there a minute, I'm grabbing us some sweets!' and bounced off."

"Okay, okay, chill your roll, girl."

"Not sure that's a saying, girl."

"Maybe not at the snooty east side preps."

"Yo." Akira appears on your other side. "Half that's mine."

"A third. Or none at all." Akari sticks her tongue out at her twin.

He looks over at you and you nod, twisting quickly so you can grab and hold her occupied arm still while he plucks the dango from her hand.

"Hey! Looks like it's none at all!"

"No. Looks like it's half mine, half Y/n's." He bites off one of the chewy balls (okay, we all know how that sounds.. slow your roll, girl) before holding the stick in front of your face so you can grab one too. Oh wow. It is good. Why did you wait so long to try it? So many years wasted without enjoying this sweet texture.

You can see your third cousin approaching, holding onto a tray of steaming drinks, as you chew over your thoughts on the delicious dessert (see what you did there?).

"I got your coffee", he holds the tray between us so I can grab one of the cups with my free hand, but like.. Kazuya, which one is it?

"Kazuuu, they're bullying me!" Akari pouts for sympathy only for Akira to fire back almost before she reaches the last word.

"She bullied me first!"

Instead of responding to either, he rolls his eyes at their bickering but they're only having fun. You've never met siblings that have each other's backs more than these two. You think Kazuya misses it too, having decided to study in Japan and live with his mom who consequently chose to work here, while the other two live with their dad - but really at a boarding school - back on the American west coast.

"Whatever, are you grabbing your drinks or what?"

Akari only smiles at her older brother's deadpan expression, "Which one is my hot chocolate, niichan?"

"Please don't call me that."

"Why not?"

But it's Akira who answers with a snicker, "Because you don't even go here, brat. It's cringy coming from you."

"Shut up, ugly clone."

"That's literally impossible unless you're calling yourself ugly too."

Okay, you're just going to go for the cup closest to you on your left. You pick it up and sip slowly... success. The sweet, warm flavour of your white chocolate mocha slides down your throat.

Kazu is giving you an arch look now, he knows how much you live for coffee but he's still going to say something about it, right? "You know it's already dark out, I don't know how you can drink this stuff so late. Don't you want to get some sleep tonight?"

"Bold of you to assume I need sleep." You smirk at him over the rim of your cup while Akari makes an attempt at snatching the remaining dango back from her brother around you. Please don't make me spill.

"Nah, I just assume you're a robot and this is your regular maintenance or something."

You consider his words before shrugging, nothing too mean that you can call him out on, you guess. "Down the hatch then."

"Sure thing, but I'm not staying up late bingeing your crappy shows with you when you're wired."

"But you'll binge a non-crappy show?"

"Maybe."

Another smile for your favourite cousin of the minute. He did get you coffee, you know. Akari's managed to grab the third sweet off the stick with her mouth like some rabid animal, but it makes sense because the hand not still holding onto you is holding back Akari's arm. They're going to smac-

And they hit the tray that Kazu was only just holding. He somehow manages to grab one of the drinks you assume is his out of it's spot while avoiding the wreckage spill of the other two cups. He didn't even try to hold on to it, which is partly why you're laughing as both twins start simultaneously apologizing and complaining about their spilled drinks.

Kazuya's deadpan expression is actually pretty communicative for the the moment, "I'm not going back for another, this is on you guys."

"Kazu, do you like being mean to us?" They actually ask this at the same time but Kazu's not even phased.

"Yes, I want you to suffer." He's dry as ever.

You chuckle but they're so sweet, most of the time, so you'll make it up for them, "I passed a stall selling hot chocolate, since we don't need to replace my specialty coffee, I can go there to get you some."

"Me too?" Akira asks hopefully.

"Yes, you too, puppy."

He rolls his eyes, trying to adjust his expression back into an uncaring one. It's more natural on his brother currently, but you can definitely see him grow into a more serious demeanour someday.

"I'll come with you while these two stay put." Kazu gives his younger siblings a stern look.

"No need," You wave him off, grabbing the stick with the last piece of dango and handing it to him, "Enjoy this as repayment from us all for making you go all the way back into the mall for our drinks. In the meantime, I'll be right back."

"Hold on, you're going to the one next to the onigiri stand, right?"

"Yeah?"

"Okay, straight there and back in fifteen minutes or I'll come find you. And if I have to worry, I won't be happy."

"Okay niisan." You roll your eyes with your sarcastic tone. Older brothers. No wonder he and your brother Raiden get along so well, they're under some misassumption that their younger siblings just can't help getting into trouble, as if you all only live to annoy them. And he was doing so well as your favourite cousin for the time being.

You stroll away from the benches you were waiting at by the end of the street where the outdoor stalls meet the main street shopping mall and melt back into the crowd. This festival really is something, so brightly lit with pretty twinkling lights strung up everywhere and curled around any available post like glowing, warm yellow vines. You absolutely love the vibe but you know you're on a time crunch.

You notice the onigiri stand just ahead of the drink stall and debate for a quick second before stopping in the surprisingly short line up. A piece each of sweet dessert does not a stomach fill. Unfortunately, just as you take a sip of your coffee, someone bumps into you from behind, causing it to spill over your lips and dribble down your chin but you adjust enough in time, holding the cup out and away from you, so that you're not covered in any more than that and the little bit on your hand.

You hate wet clothing with a passion, especially when it's cold outside and it clings to you with that awful chilly, sticky feel. Not so bad when it's on your coat, but on principle, that's just as unpleasant if you run the cuff of your sleeve over it or it get on the collar and then you have the tiniest bit of discomfort right by sensitive skin and that makes it all the more glaring.

You realize the person who bumped into you also reached out to steady you at the same time and is now speaking, "Shit, I'm so sorry."

It's a little quiet but you make out his apology through his thick dialect. Hm, you think that's where the odd changes in Kazu and his mom's speech are coming from, a regional osmosis of accents?

"No worries, it's pretty crowded." You only half turn while you search your pockets for a tissue or napkin, spotting a flash of grey in your peripherals. Then an arm covered in that grey reaches out to hold a napkin in your field of view and you finally look up to see who it belongs too.

And now you're just staring. Hi there, I'd like hear your voice more. Preferably while you stare at his mouth move on his beautiful face. You can't believe he just had his hand on your waist, even if it was just for a split second and over layers of clothes, and you didn't get to appreciate it.

"It's not dirty." He shakes the napkin, you're assuming because he thankfully thought you were thinking that over instead of ogling him.

You chuckle, thinking how you definitely need to send thanks to some divine power on the new year for all the interactions with some serious eye candy these past six months, but out loud you say, "I really need to thank some gods out there, huh?"

What?

He gives you a confused look but you catch yourself and, before he can respond and question your sanity, quickly follow up with, "Or just you. For this. Thank you for the napkin."

"S'alright. Wasn't a big favour, really, just makin' up for my fault bumpin' into ya." You're not sorry he did, though? You can't tell what he's thinking, this guy is a closed book, folks. It's kind of jarring, since you consider yourself exceptional at reading people and acclimating to them.

You finally actually accept the napkin and wipe at your mouth and chin first, then your hand, responding, "At least you didn't make me drop the coffee or we would have had a real problem."

You think he realizes you're teasing because the corner of his mouth actually inches up the tiniest bit. You're not imagining, you swear it on your mocha!

"Coffee this late?"

"It's 11am somewhere."

"Ya wake up at 11am?" What an interesting thought process he has.

"Are you not on winter break? Or do you just assume your typical hours in every conversation no matter what day of the year it is?"

"Huh." You think he sounds thoughtful? Or was it just the word and you're associating it with how you use it..

"That's not an answer, but I'll take that to mean you go the typical route." You smile again because like you said, he's unreadable and you really don't want him to think you're being bitchy. You're really grateful for the napkin. And that face. So... yeah.

You're moving up, thankfully, because you thought you were blessed but this is just turning into what feels like an awkward encounter.

"I like sleepin' in, but sometimes I get too hungry so I'm up when my stomach is."

You look back at him in surprise, obviously because he bothered to continue a seemingly closed conversation, but that quickly turns into amusement and commiseration, "Oh I know! It's mostly coffee for me because not a lot of people bother to make breakfast in my house, but if I smell something delicious cooking, I forget I'm not a morning person."

He does smile fully then and it's beautiful. "Me too, but I'm usually the one doing the cookin'."

"Oh wow, that's dedication. I can respect but never reach that ideal." You hold your hand to your heart in a silly salute but also because he's still smiling and you're trying to tell your unreliable organ to be still. Not too still though, you're enjoying the moment and want to keep living it.

"Eh, I'm used to it."

"Well then, for once, let someone else take care of your food. I'll get your order for you."

"Seriously? It was just a napkin and my fault too.."

"Yeah, no, don't worry about it! Consider it a gift in essence of the festival!"

He doesn't say anything for a moment before, "I was going to try the different flavours. That's a lot."

"No way, that's awesome! I'll do that too, I don't even know what they have available, I just stopped here on a whim on my way there." You indicate the stand next to the one you're almost to the front of with a wave of your hand.

"Ahh.. if ya like, I can suggest some?"

You happily smile at him as you accept, "That would be great, thank you so much."

The two of you step up to the counter together and you listen while he orders. While you both wait for them to place each of your requests, he explains some of the fillings and why they work best depending on personal taste and even situation. You tell him about having just tried dango, sad about having realized you missed out so long, and he actually smiles widely at your exaggerated pained expression but also recommends some other desserts, including which shops to stop at in the city.

It's starting to snow as you two talk, which is not rare but still unusual for this region, but thankfully it's not much longer before you're each handed your containers and move aside. You look over to him and laugh when you realize this guy is already munching on one of the onigiris, your breath puffing out in a small cloud before you. "Which one is it?"

"Fatty tuna." He talks around it with his own little puffy cloud and it's pretty cute actually, instead of the usual cringe when people talk with their mouths full. Oh, the benefits of being good looking. Also, he's tilted his head down ever so slightly so it's almost polite in a perfected way.

"I'm just going to go ahead and assuming you're enjoying it."

He nods while swallowing and then makes some pretty intense eye contact while speaking way too seriously, "Thank you. This is amazing."

You smile, feeling like in the minutes the two of you were conversing, you've gotten a little more comfortable with the minute changes in his expressions. "You're welcome. I'm going to head over to the drink stall now, but it was nice to meet you!"

With a laugh as you walk away, you also add, "And thank you for sharing your knowledge with me, at least I'll know where to feed myself when I'm craving different things this week."

You're turning away as he seems to stand there watching you with some hesitation, but you can't do all the heavy lifting in a conversation when you're on a time limit, so you'll chalk this up to another fun run-in with a cute guy for the books.

You're lucky there's no line up, you're really short on your deadline and your fingers are getting pretty cold along with your coffee, so you pay for the hot chocolate, they pour, and you're back off towards the end of the street where your cousins are waiting.

You can't move too fast given the bag dangling from the wrist of the hand that's also carefully holding the tray of four hot chocolates, but the crowd is also thinning out a little now with the snow. Hopefully, if you're a couple minutes behind the expected time, the diverse and sheer amount of onigiri you have in the bag you're now holding, as well as the new round of warm drinks, will bring you forgiveness.

You finish up the last, cool dregs of your coffee just as you pass by a trash can, making the split decision to quickly reverse so you can toss your cup and free up a hand. As you execute your smooth move and then turn back, you unsurprisingly bump into someone yet again. Not so smooth then, you think, looking up.

It's deja vu and for a split second, you consider that he might actually be a weirdo and followed you, because stopping in your path as an apology drops from your lips is the guy you were only just talking to, same face, same dark hair, even same height... but with a different jacket on.

It takes you all of one more second to notice the small differences like the eye colour, the way the hair naturally parts, and the slightest difference in size, not to mention the more obvious difference in openness and personality literally exuding from this one. He's actually smiling wide right away with no provocation. So not a weirdo who changed his jacket and followed you.

Also, have you ever considered the odds of multiple sets of twins being in pretty much the same place at the same time?

"Oh, there's another one of you, huh?" You're talking again before he even has a chance to respond to your apology, but you guess you feel familiar thanks to your brief encounter with his twin. "That's unfair, don't you think?"

You step around him calling out, "Anyways, sorry about that. Enjoy your night." and walk away, back towards your own set of twins.

Ugh, Kazu's going to kill you. You won't be making it in time, for sure.

Miya Atsumu's POV

Atsumu turns to follow the stunning girl's progress as she moves around him and away, catching her last words but still more interested in her previous statement. 'There's another one of you, huh?'.

People have been confusing him and his twin for as long as they've been alive and only those that know them really well can only sometimes make out the difference.

It's no longer amusing, and actually irritating enough that he and 'Samu have been considering a little aesthetic change some time next year, maybe before their first year of high school.

'Tsumu knows it's his brother without looking when someone walks up to his left side from behind him. What he's surprised by is his first words, "She think you were me? I was talkin' to her a bit at the stall."

When he glances over, he notices 'Samu staring after her as well, with a lot more interest than simple, piqued curiosity. Does he know her?

"No.." He contemplates her words again before sharing with his brother, "She said 'There's another one of you, huh? That's unfair, don't you think?' and then walked away."

He can feel 'Samu looking over at him curiously, "Did ya talk to her?"

Why is he asking? He hasn't even picked up a new onigiri from the open box in his hand. "I just bumped into her. Didn't even say a word. Do ya know her?"

"Like I said, I only just met her." Pausing, 'Samu seems to think it over before adding, "We only talked a few minutes, maybe."

The twins are silent for another couple moments, while the snow continues to drift around them. The girl is long gone, swallowed up by the crowd at this point, but they keep staring at where they last saw her retreating figure, each in their own intrigued thoughts.

Finally, 'Samu's the one who breaks the silence, "Do ya believe in coincidences, 'Tsumu?"

"No, 'Samu, ya know I don't."

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Behind The Scenes!

-Tee was called out in the first thread because he doesn't use emojis often, especially not the half assed ones he used for a scenario like that so... caught slipping lmao (aw he does care about Y/n <3 Maybe more than he should?)

-Y/n was NOT expecting to get called out like that for saying she likes Oikawa when she'd literally just called him her friend... Iwa, you slick wingman ;) <3 He might bully the shit out of Oikawa (to keep him in check though) but he really is his best friend :')

-Ushi says what he means and means what he says lol, yeah, he wasn't really surprised

-Y/n's friends aren't all necessarily happy about this development; they've been aware of her various interactions as they usually are (some more than others) but... they're getting older and, well, all not sharing as much with each other as they once did

-But they're still going to call her out and roast her because they're her best friends lmao who else will? They have to keep her in check too loool

-Oikawa's last reply... <33 Take it how you will :D

-And Shin just dropping in to screenshot his cousin's embarrassing moments, hoping for a dirty delete so he can roast her all over again for the same crime lmao, probably shouldn't have warned her though... whoops

-I HC the Miyas' hair dyeing happening at/around their first year of HS, anyone know any different? It was only Osamu's jacket that was grey in Y/n's peripherals, just a little tease for us all ;)

A/N: Guys, I'm really, really sorry about the Miyas' 'accent'... you might see a couple different attempts in there but I had to edit a lot of what I tried out because it sounded just awful however I was originally trying to write it earlier. If you guys do have any suggestions, I'm very much all hears (and eyes lol - heart eyes specifically because I've seen some write them incredibly well!).

That aside, I hope you all enjoyed this one, I loved writing it so much, it just flowed once I started and I love the Miya twins, each in their own way <33 I've been dying to introduce them and the other 'main' characters but there's definitely going to be a difference in the weight of interactions Y/n has for a while. It's not favoritism, I promise; Y/n's time spent with various characters is just going to be uneven at various points due to the natural progression of her story :') but I plan for it all to even out as we move along the years (:

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[oforamuse]

fucked for life

the heavily requested follow up to 'unexpected thanks'

or, the one where ian tells mickey about bumping into kash and how he took the news that they are now married.

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They’re lying in bed together hours later when Ian suddenly remembers. Mickey’s fingers are softly tracing up and down his arm, every now and then stopping on his wedding band momentarily before continuing their journey.  He’d knocked together a delicious chilli earlier, as well as some delicious homemade cornbread to go with it - Mickey was pretty proud of it, as was Ian. He didn’t hold back his enjoyment as he ate it, allowing the moans of satisfaction to fall out of his mouth as he scoffed down his portion. Mickey truly had an unexpected talent and Ian feels like flying every time he sees Mickey’s small proud at himself smile. Now they’re lying together, both types of hunger satisfied, basking in the time they have just to be. It’s safe and warm. They’re content.

Then, Ian remembers.

‘Mick.’ Ian whispers, and Mickey grunts a reply from where he’s lying splayed across his chest. ‘Guess what happened earlier?’

‘What?’ He says, it comes out more as a groan than an actual sentence, given the way he’s pressed into Ian’s body. He makes no move to readjust himself though, instead shuffling even closer into Ian’s side.

‘Guess.’

‘Fuck you.’ Mickey says sleepily, but there isn’t any bite behind it. It’s affectionate. Ian knows Mickey’s love language well enough by now.

‘Guess.’ Ian says again, silently taking enjoyment out of irritating his husband just that little bit. He knows Mickey isn’t seriously annoyed, he’s just being lazy.

‘You discovered the fuckin’ merry old land of Oz.’ Mickey says, absolutely uninterested and deadpan, causing Ian to chuckle softly. He’s never failed to be taken aback by Mickey’s obscure references to classics, they seem so foreign for a boy that grew up scrounging for scraps on the South Side. It only makes him love him more. He brings a hand to run softly through Mickey’s hair and he hums in an appreciation, practically preening. They sit there for a moment, listening to each other’s soft inhales and exhales, reminding each other that they are alive and present.

‘What happened earlier then?’ Mickey breathes against Ian’s chest, the curiosity clearly winning him over though he still keeps his voice steady and uninterested. ‘You’ve got me on the edge of my seat.’

‘Shut up.’ Ian says, flicking Mickey lightly on the head and Mickey responds with a low laugh. He continues, ‘I bumped into someone.’

‘Who?’

This makes Ian pause for a second. He knows Mickey’s never liked Kash, quite rightly so too - the guy did shoot him once because he was jealous over him, plus the entire creeping on underaged kids thing never rang positively. He doesn't exactly know how Mickey will react, knowing that Kash is back in town - let alone that they bumped into each other. His husband is one to hold a grudge, especially when it comes to people who treated Ian like shit.

‘Who?’ Mickey presses again, sitting up so he can look at Ian’s face properly. Mickey’s eyebrows pull together in a scowl at Ian’s hesitancy.

‘Kash.’ Ian says, Mickey tenses in his arms and Ian instinctively pulls him closer to ease his held muscles. His name hangs there for a second, heavy.

‘Who?’ Mickey says dismissively, though both men know he’s just playing dumb.

‘Kash, come on. You remember him- Kash and Grab?’ Ian says exasperatedly, except the corners of his mouth turn up softly with fondness. ‘You know.’

‘Oh sorry, you mean the asshole who liked to touch little kids and shoot teenagers?’ Mickey snips, the distaste crystal clear in his voice as it comes out through clenched teeth. Ian brings a hand down to cup his jaw, stroking with his thumb softly. Mickey’s stubble feels nice under his skin, it’s comforting and strangely intimate.

Ian rolls his eyes affectionately, ‘Mick, you did rob his store.’

‘Not the point, asswipe.’ Mickey grunts, before sitting up again on Ian’s chest. ‘He say anything to you?’ He asks seriously, his eyes narrowing with suspicion.

‘He asked me if I was married-’ Ian starts, but quickly Mickey interrupts him, cutting him off by sitting fully up with a sudden building temper. His face is twisted with anger, Ian places his hands on either side of his face to calm him. It doesn’t help.

‘What, why?’ He snaps protectively, which definitely shouldn’t interest Ian’s dick as much as it does. ‘He better have left you the fuck alone.’

‘He spotted the ring, chill.’ Ian says, attempting to both sooth and chastise his husband for the sudden blow up - despite his horniness, he’s not a damsel in distress. ‘No need to go all crazy on me.’

He definitely appreciates it, though. Time and place, time and place.

‘He’s the one that was creeping on you when you were a kid. Fuckin’ jealous pedophile.’ Mickey spits, his tattooed knuckles whitening as he balls his fists. ‘Did he say anything else? He try and touch you or anything?’ Mickey eyes him protectively.

‘No, Mick- Jesus.’ Ian says, looking at Mickey pointedly. ‘You know I would’ve socked him if he tried anything.’ Mickey nods knowingly - Ian can throw a decent punch, his hands coming up to rest gently over Ian’s.

‘Don’t need that asshole sticking his head in here, fuckin’ bitch.’ Mickey mutters irritably, his eyes possessively roaming Ian’s face. ‘He was always pissed that I was a better fuck than him.’

Ian laughs, though not denying it since it was true. ‘Mick, I was crazy about you as a kid- you know he never held a candle to you.’

‘He doesn’t get to have this.’ Mickey says, and it comes out low and guttural. His hands come down to rest by Ian’s hip bones, gripping ever so slightly into the skin.

‘Down boy’ Ian replies, shifting himself up against their headboard to be fully on the same level as Mickey. ‘He was surprised.’ Ian continues, His hands still stroking softly at the sides of his face, Mickey draws back, confused.

‘Why?’ He asks, his voice hard and suspicious. ‘Cause if he’s jealous- he needs to back the fuck off- ’

‘About you, actually.’ Ian says, looking Mickey pointedly in the eye. ‘I mean, not jealous about you, necessarily. I mean he definitely was at some point...’

‘Good.’ Mickey grunts, shifting his face to press a kiss against Ian’s palm. It’s marking and possessive. ‘He should be. You’re mine.’

Ian raises an eyebrow, ‘You need to piss on my leg too?’

‘Fuck you, Gallagher.’ Mickey says, his hand coming to cup the back of Ian’s head. ‘He always wanted you, but he didn't get you. Just makin’ sure everyone knows.’

‘I’m pretty sure everyone knows, you know, given the fact that we’re married.’ Ian rolls his eyes but pushes forwards, pressing their lips together softly. Mickey's possessiveness makes something in him race, it's a quiet thrill he'll never grow tired of. Their kiss is firm and closed mouthed, but they bask in it for a moment before Mickey pulls back.

‘What was he surprised about then?’ Mickey murmurs against his lips, his breath hot and airy. Ian shifts himself back, allowing there to be more than a few inches between their lips - he knows they’ll get carried away otherwise. He draws a breath in, hesitantly.

‘He was surprised I was married to you…think he expected you to end up in prison for the rest of your life.’ Ian explains, earning himself a light punch in the shoulder from Mickey. ‘Hey!- he’s only partly wrong.’ Ian yelps out in protest, grabbing Mickey’s balled fist.

‘I know that, bitch.’ Mickey bites, shaking him off, and well, Kash wasn’t wrong. They both ended up locked up in the clink at some point - not to mention the whole breaking out and being on the run thing on Mickey’s part. Pretty textbook Milkovich. He wonders how Kash would’ve taken it to learn that Ian also had ended up behind bars - both of them in the same cell at one point. ‘Fuckin’ thought I was fucked for life, that dickface.’ He murmurs, his face drawn with tension and Ian wants to kiss his worried creases away.

‘You used to say that about yourself too.’ Ian says steadily, though unable to hide the melancholic tone that creeps into his voice. He wishes both of them were really given a chance at life, that Mickey wasn’t forced to steal from the store when he was younger, that he wasn’t written off as lost causes practically from birth. He remembers how he used spend hours trying to convince Mickey to go back to school or learn an applied skill after he got out of juvie, only to be met over and over with a middle finger and a resounding fuck you. ‘You were both wrong though.’

‘You don’t think I’m fucked for life?’ Mickey asks, his eyebrows raised in a way that says come on, you know I am. ‘Multiple prison sentences before 25 plus a Mexican cartel hot on my tail…’

Ian rolls his eyes at his husbands dramatics, before smirking.

‘Oh no, you’re not fucked for life.’ Ian replies, grinning. ‘You’re married to me. You're gonna be fucked for life.’ He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively, and it’s so out of the blue that Mickey’s tension breaks almost instantly and he shakes his head fondly.

‘Shut the fuck up.’ Mickey laughs lightly, his hand coming up to rest affectionately on Ian’s cheek and Ian presses into his palm, preening. Mickey sighs, ‘That guy was a fuckin’ pig.’

‘Yeah.’ Ian agrees, surprising himself at how there’s not even a single part of him that feels remotely sorry for Kash. Sure, it sucks the guy wasn’t able to be who he truly was (plus, being married to Linda must’ve been hell on earth.) but at the bottom line, the guy was a pedophile - plus, he knowingly shot a kid over jealousy - they all know it was never about the robbery. That shit doesn’t sit right, even if he was convinced when he was 15 years old that he was in love with the guy. He wasn’t, he knows he wasn’t. He knew as soon as he pressed that tire iron into Mickey’s back and they fucked desperately, he wasn’t in love with Kash. ‘Fuck him, it’s you and me, Mick.’

Mickey grunts in agreement, his head falling onto Ian’s shoulder, tucking itself in his favourite spot in the curse of Ian’s neck. It sends a shiver up Ian’s spine - there’s only one person he’s ever been in love with, one person he ever will be in love with.

‘Do you want me to show you how wrong he was?’ Ian whispers, his breath hot in Mickey’s ear. Mickey draws in a sharp breath and suddenly he’s being flipped down onto the bed, Mickey shoving himself on top of him. Their hands are already reaching down to shove down their sweatpants, frantic and wanting. ‘You’re gonna be fucked for life.’

And if Ian has his way about it, he definitely will be.

[bunsofsteal]

Idk if your still doing that character thing but how about lifty? (Icarehimsm)

i will never be done with it. as long as i still have opinions this will be my fate

favorite thing about them

hes PERFECT. he and shifty r so similar but so different...i love how hes so crafty and does stuff shifty makes him do sooo reluctantly. hes like OK, ILL MILK THIS COW. BUT I WONT LIKE IT. and i like how hes SO CUTE. i cant explain it i just see him and shifty and my brain floods with JOY!!!!!!! ALSO!!!!! REMEMBER WHEN THEY GAVE EVERYONE THE RAFT IN JUMPING THE SHARK...AAAAHHHHHHH

least favorite thing about them

i dont have a least favorite thing abt THEM, but i do hate how they went sooooo underused...ALSO they dont deserve the goriest deaths they are GOOD. their deaths are epic though, like in execution and stuff. it just pisses me off that they have so much potential in general and were so underused

favorite line

when he and his brother go DSHIDKSHGSDKLHGALFJDHJDLGHALFIERHFAREGR back and forth I CRY I ACTUALLY CRY

brOTP

HIM AND SNIFFLES cos theyre both into makin stuff!! liek lifty invades sniffles’ house to steal and sniffles is liek... um....this is mine...and lifty is like HOLY SHIT YOU MADE THAT??? CAN I HELP and they are pals :) lifty does most of the dirty work and sniffles makes plans and helps w it... and theyre just quiet and work and its nice cos lifty gets time away from everything and sniffles gets companionship :D also lifty gets sniffles to make devices to prank his brother and steal stuff liek teleporter rays and stuff...perfection. also him and his brother they hate each other but love each other :)

OTP

idk maybe him n sniffles? i dont rly ship him hes just a lifty!

nOTP

AAAHHH LIFTY/SHIFTY IS ILL KILL YOU ILL BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF YOU I HATE IT. but also him w characters i think r adults...

random headcanon

he likes to write short stories! he and shifty fight over the big 90s computer in their room for who gets to either play minecraft or write some more story that night. theyre mostly cyberpunk! he really likes the future and the idea of fixing it and its potential. it’s fun. he really likes kirby games, partly cos of the fucked up lore, but also just because calm and cute. he rly likes the thrill of the steal--whereas shifty steals to get more stuff, he steals cos its AWESOME and exhilirating. so whereas shifty goes after specific stuff, lifty maps out the building and decides what to take while theyre there. plus, he figures if they need food, shifty’ll get it. also i think hes autistic :D

unpopular opinion

shifty isnt abusive 2 him theyre both bastardous and if u think that you have never had a sibling before. also, i think its fucked up to humanize him and his brother w hooked noses seeing as theyre already fucking green and theives and thats super horrible. but twitter seems to disagree. i dont think they as little guys r antisemitic but uh. making them caricatures is

song i associate with them

stupid horse 100 gecs, action movie hero boy lemon demon, world is mine hatsune miku! ey look at him..casually...walking away like ACTION MOVIE HERO BOY!!!! 

favorite picture of them

ALL !!!!!!!! but

they r so happy in this...and they have the delicious meats ;A;

[alongingwithin]

Get To Know You Uncomfortably Well Meme: 12. What was your last dream about? 39. Do you have any scars? 78. Have you ever done drugs? 80. How many piercings do you have? 87. Do you keep a journal? [For you and for Liv, but I'll let you pick and choose which ones. XD]

@untamedgoodoleboys​ || Get to know me uncomfortably well meme [ accepting ]

12. What was your last dream about?  Evie: I have shockingly vivid dreams some nights and terribly blurry hazes at others. I know I remembered my dream this morning before doing stuff but then forgot precisely the moment I sat down and tried remembering it. Couldn´t have been too spectacular.  Liv: I didn´t get enough sleep to dream, actually. I drifted off a couple times and remember feelin´ like fallin´ off a cliff or somethin´ but then I kinda startled back awake. I do dream sometimes though, just can´t often remember much of it.

39. Do you have any scars? Evie: I do, but nothing fancy. My skin is delicate and scars pretty easily so the slightest scratch stays, kind of. Which sucks, but it what it is. It´s mostly from minor wounds. Liv: Alright so… where do I start? I got this big ole scar right under the left side of my ribcage where they cut out squished parts of my spleen. Multiple cuts scattered across arms, torso and partly thighs from the splintered windshield. Girls, take my advice, never wear shorts and a tank top while getting hit by a car! My right arm broke and they fixed it with a bunch of nails so there´s a line and a bunch of dots from where their heads stuck out. The rest are just little trophies I earned from camping Cassidy style. You know, go into the wild and try survive for a couple days. Fishin´, makin´ fire, buildin´ shit, all that. Don´t worry about all that though. That body´s still functionin´ pretty smoothly and looks pretty damn fine too, if you ask me. 

80. How many piercings do you have? Evie: I have 2 ear piercings, but only because I took out my nosering and the navel piercing years ago. Oh right, I had two more in my left ear too. Took those out years ago too. Liv: Just my earlobes darlin´,. Can´t see that changin´ either. What can I say, I like it simple! 

87. Do you keep a journal? Evie: I used to but I just don´t have the time anymore. It´s a pity because reading back my old entries is hilarious sometimes and I find so much stuff in there I totally forgot about! I keep telling myself I should pick up doing it to preserve precious memories but yeah… time.  Liv: Only to doodle around or make to-do lists and stuff.

[mingulay-archive]

hey mina whats up with you?? WELL,

i met a girl (girl 1) n said we should be friends cause she seemed like a sweetie

i reblogged her selfie and complimented her. if ive ever reblogged one of ur selfies u KNOW that me sayin shit like “stunning” in the tags is the fuckin norm

i saw a post from lahela, a gal i love and appreciate dearly, abt goth gfs and jock gfs

in reaction 2 that post i made a post about being a jock gal and wanting a goth gf cause yall kno i talk about gals as a concept all the time

immediately after postin that shit i was struck by divine inspiration re: my immense love of gals and polyamory so i made a follow up explainin that im not limited to one gf

next thing i know, girl 1′s friend (girl 2) comments on my second post saying “wow, this totally isn’t creepy at all.”

i dunno what the fuck she talkin about so i assume she thinks polyamory is cheating, so i respond, then she says  thanks for putting words in my mouth! but no. i was talking about you wanting [girl 1] and me as gfs because we’re goth. im all about girls and even having multiple partners, buuuut, it’s a little creepy you want specially a “goth” gf!

i make two posts in reaction cause idk about yall but i dont like bein accused of creepin on people i aint done shit to. harassment is shit i take real serious 

i explain myself to girl 1 and apologize for accidentally makin her uncomfortable. she says its ok (and as yall who know me already know, thats as much confirmation as i can get) 

im still feelin pissed about bein misunderstood like that and girl 2 refuses to apologize or admit she was partly in the wrong. girl 1 thinks I’M blowing this outta proportion