#rymin (implied)

[ryminsteddiesashanne]

Wow! I sure do love gay Canadians!

Reasonable blue coded gay canadian young adult x High energy level bisexual musical canadian young adult

[owlfacenightkit]

I tried to do something here but I don’t know how to continue this so here. Have this

[ecoxlar-arts]

A collaboration piece between me and my friend @ethereal-hollow of a cover for my Rymin fanfic, It's Nothing At All.

I had a cool idea but it focused so much on hands (which are not my strong suit) that I was lamenting about it and then Eden my sweet sweet friend was like "oh? I can do the sketch for you" and I'm just so glad it's so perfect...

Speed paint of my contribution below (tw: flashing throughout but especially at the end) plus a link to the fic

[oonanoodle]

I’m just like you, you’re just like me! We take responsibility! We carry through, do what we need to do, yes I am a girl like you!

@pleasedontkickme sorry about this (not sorry at all)

Just to clarify, the Min on the right is not a gender bend. She is trans in my au

[multiverse239]

Cat!Kez Rymin AU One Shot

Heyya, remember this au? Decided to write an hurt/comfort one shot between Min and Kez. This au is mostly fluff so this is more of a what-if scenario still hope you like it

CW for panic attack and implied/referenced suicidal thoughts

[Min was curled up in the corner of the room, his breathing was heavy mixed with sobs. He didn’t know what to do, everything hurt, it hurt so much. He just wanted it to stop, he wanted it all to stop]

[Suddenly he heard meowing near the door so, he got up to open it and found out it was Kez, his eyes were still full of tears as he spoke]

Min: Kez? Oh, I’m sorry baby, did I wake you? It’s fine you can go back to sleep.

[Kez continued meowing]

Min: Hey hey, come on now. It’s okay just go back to sleep.

[Kez was still meowing and standing by the door, Min picks her up]

Min: Do you wanna be with Daddy? Is that it? Okay, only if it’ll make you stop meowing

[Min takes her over to the corner he was previously and he sits down with her in his lap. Min is still tearing up, he tries to wipe them but more just kept falling)

Min: (voice shaking) Please don’t worry about me baby, Daddy’s okay he’s just a little shaken up right now

[Kez looks at her dad with big black eyes as if she wanted him to tell him what was up, Min brings her closer to him]

Min: (breathing is still heavy, sniffles in between pauses) It’s just… I feel so… scared all the time and life has just… been so hard lately. Like I can’t… ever do anything and there’s no… point in eating or sleeping… or drinking. Existing just… feels like a damn chore.

[Min is sobbing harder as he says all this, Kez just cuddles further into Min’s lap. Min takes a deep breath as he strokes her]

Min: I’m so sorry you have to see me like this baby. I know I shouldn’t be dumping all this onto you but, I really feel like I’m losing myself and I can’t even talk to Ryan or my parents about this, I-I don’t even know if I wanna still be here anymore but… I don’t know… I just don’t know… I… just… d-don’t…

[Kez places her head on Min’s chest, softly purring. Min notices this and gently wraps her arms around her, his breathing is finally starting to slow down and his eyes start to feel heavy as Kez continues to cuddle against him. He mumbles one last thing before drifting off to sleep]

Min: Remind me to cuddle with you more

[alcrystallcrits]

This is the first chapter of "Lion Choice Judy", which is the sequel to "Black Eagle Apex Force", my Infinity Train/Three Houses crossover fic. So in this fic, Hazel joins the Blue Lions instead of the Black Eagles. As the title implies, this fic is also heavily focused on rymin.

(And when this fic is complete, I'll write a threequel where Hazel joins the Golden Deer)

[lakesbian]

oh yeah and the queerbaiting and some other stuff but more importantly she implied that sieve was in love with mace and for this she cannot be forgiven. whereas kellye perdue did literally draw those cops kissing but also drew rymin howl's moving castle so it cancels out like PEMDAS

the worst infinity train fun fact that is not so fun at all is that at least 2 crew members headcanon those fucking cops from season two to be gay

[shoekinn]

tmw your relationships are failing coz you’re gay for your bestfriend ... 

(alts under cut ☆)

[the-magnificent-otaku-draws]

If you guys remember this when the actual wedding chapter comes out I'll do something

Full image under the cut

[oakwolves]

Wearing his boyfriend’s jacket

[portpebble]

Baby’s first edit 😌i love u infinity train,,,,,

[oonanoodle]

More kez giginkas that nobody asked for

[pirannhie]

god. the train as something that is built to help you but by no means your friend....”sometimes numbers are a problem” in the sense that, if they’re holding onto a secret and the train picked them up because it wants them to confess, that’s terrifying and a horrible kind of pressure as a gay person in the 80s if you don’t know for sure that the other person feels the same

[splatsys-sizeshift-shenanigans]

UPDATED MASTERPOST & DNI

Hi there, we're Splatter Shenanigans! An introject-heavy OSDD-1b system. We're currently hyperfixated on Infinity Train (Specifically Book 4), Splatoon / Coroika, Cookie Run; Kingdom, and LoZ; TotK!

Previous hyperfixations; MCYT (DSMP) [Late 2020 - Late 2022] (very dead.) and RotTMNT [Mid-2022 - Mid-2023] (its still a little alive!)

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That being said, we do not personally view vore as sexual or as a kink. We view it as a comfort and a coping method. We don't care if you view it as sexual. We do not, and none of our content is, has ever, or will ever be intended as such. To add on to this, please DNI if you exclusively sexually consume vore. We are sex-repulsed, and do NOT want our content consumed in that way.

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OUR BODY IS A MINOR.

psst, hey!! here's a comma you can use in tags! [ ‚ ]

Anyway, for our DNI:

DNI IF YOU;

Meet basic DNI criteria (homo/transphobic, MAPs/pedos and their supporters, shit like that)

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anyway, here’s our masterlist.

we no longer write mcyt content. if anyone wants to use/continue any of our AUs, please contact us here, through either an ask or a DM.

we will still write splatoon/coroika and rottmnt content, but don't expect it to come fast, especially not rottmnt content.

splatoon/coroika content is under the cut. mcyt content is unlisted and will not be re-listed. contact us if you want links.

MASTERLIST

ROTTMNT ONESHOTS

Rescue Gone Awry - G/T, Soft/Implied Unsafe/Nonsexual Vore, nobody gets digested dw - During a mission to save non-mutated people and creatures from Draxum's lab, Donnie, Raph, and Mikey are captured one by one. Eventually, Leo finds the three... on the other side of an underground chasm. A chasm housing a large creature, and it's hungry.

Little Mishaps - G/T, Soft/Safe/Nonsexual Vore - Donnie has been refusing to take breaks from working on his tech, so Leo decides to take matters into his own hands, using one of Donnie's new inventions— a shrink ray— against him.

Corridors and Tapestries - Not G/T, mild unreality/dereality, mentions of death - The result of our Mikey attempting to lyric prank the Donnie AI on character.ai with the library rap and randomly gaining motivation to rewrite the whole scenario into a oneshot. We still don't know how this happened lmao

SPLATOON / COROIKA

Losing to the King - Coroika (Splatoon) post (TW; VORE, SWEARING)

Hide 'n Seek (Losing to the King part 2) - Coroika (Splatoon) post (TW; VORE, SWEARING)

[rolanslide]

the otgw x Infinity train crossover is already big brain but please consider: otgw is implied to take place in the 80's

anyway Rymin adopts two wayward children au

[waveypedia]

geez, you’re something to see

Rymin Week Day 2: Love Song

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Ao3

tw for a small amount of implied homophobia and miscommunication

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As the late afternoon sun pours in through the van’s windows, Ryan scribbles frantically on the piece of paper spread on the dashboard in front of him.

He’s crouched on the driver’s seat, the heels of his feet digging into the back of the chair. It’s not the most comfortable position, but after a long day of driving, Ryan can’t stand to stay sitting like he was the whole day. Besides, he needs to focus on the task at hand. On the paper, so innocuous and unassuming, that consumes his waking thoughts.

It’s creased and crumpled from days of hiding it away as fast as possible whenever Min comes in the vicinity (which is often, given how small the van is). But now that Min is away, out fetching his and Ryan’s dinners, the paper lays pressed open painstakingly.

I’ll rewrite it to look nice once I’m done, Ryan promises himself. Min will like it better that way.  

That begs the terrifying question of whether Min will like it at all.

Ryan drags a hand through his messy hair, tugging on the ends. It’s growing out much more smoothly since Min started trimming it every month or so. Ryan pretends to complain that it ruins his rough-and-rugged rockstar look. But in truth he’d sacrifice much more to keep those nights where Min sits behind him, so close Ryan can feel Min’s breath on his neck. Ryan can’t lose the nights where Min cards his hands through Ryan’s hair oh-so-gently. He can’t lose the nights where Min holds his hair like he’s holding something valuable, instead of strands of hair his family members would disapprove of in length, rife in split ends. Ryan revels in the closeness, the domesticity, of it all far more than he should.

Ryan takes a deep breath and shakes himself out of it. Now is not the time to zone off, to find himself lost in his daydreams of Min (though heaven knows he’s good at getting off track - his parents had been sure he knew). Back to the task at hand.

Ryan picks up the pen he’d subconsciously lost when he started dreaming of Min (again). He twirls it. He caps and uncaps it. He taps it against the wheel.

Nothing new comes to mind. Of course.

Ryan’s never had this much trouble with songwriting before! As he’s famously said before (read: Min constantly teases him about), “You just gotta make it rhyme.” Out of the duo, he’s always been the songwriter of the two, although, like in every aspect of the band, they do their best work when they’re collaborating contributing equally. Hell, he’s been writing songs since he was five. (Whether the lyrics consisted of simply “I’m gonna dress my dog in a toque / I’m gonna dress my cat in a toque” is irrelevant.) Regardless of how nonsensical and wacky his lyrics can be at times, Ryan Akagi is an experienced songwriter with a touring band playing songs he composed for small to medium venues. Writing one single song should not be this hard.

Except he knows exactly why this particular song comes so difficult. While Ryan would never dream of putting anything less than his all into all of the music he writes for Chicken Choice Judy or even just Gage, he’s never held them to the same literary standard. Ryan’s performative music is wild and free, just like himself. It’s his way of expressing himself, of quite literally putting everything he has out into the world and letting it run free.

While Ryan and Min have both been consciously working to reach a middle ground since they got off the train, Min has always been the more reserved of the two. Ryan knows he can’t give Min the same unrestrained beauty in chaos he puts into his band. If Min’s been trying not to limit himself as much, Ryan can compromise. This is his way of not letting himself go so far he’ll leave Min in the dust.

This song is all about being honest with Min, after all. Miscommunication has always been their greatest enemy, and Ryan is loath to fall into the same trap yet again. Past issues aside, Min just… deserves to know. It’s too big of a secret to keep to himself. Ryan is many things but he isn’t a secret-keeper. Not when it comes to big issues.

He just needs to tell Min. It doesn’t matter how it’s received. He just needs to let him know.

It doesn’t matter.

It doesn’t matter.  

Ryan lets out a frustrated groan, dropping the pen again to tug at his hair. If it’s not already messy, it’ll be positively cluttered by the time he’s finished. His mother would have a field day if she saw him like this.

The door handle jiggles.

Ryan’s head snaps up. He’d been completely caught up in writing (or more accurately, thinking about writing) he hadn’t noticed Min walking back to the car.

Through the window, Min waves sheepishly and holds up a bag of food. Ryan leans over the second seat to let him in.

Min slides inside and sets the bag in the space between the two seats. “Sorry about that,” he says, scratching bashfully at his beck with his free hand. “I forgot my keys.”

Ryan smiles mechanically, waving him off, and shoves the paper into the pocket of his leather jacket. At this rate it’ll be creased beyond recognition by the time he’s finished, even by his own standards. “It’s fine. I do that all the time.”

He will definitely need to rewrite it in a nicer script when he’s done.

(That is to say, if he ever feels confident enough in his work to call it done. Ryan’s sister had called Min a “perfectionist” once, citing his need to keep working on their school projects right up until the deadline because he never felt satisfied. Ryan didn’t understand the sentiment until now.)

Min gives him a curious glance, but says nothing otherwise. He’s likely written it off as just one of Ryan’s quirks. “Yeah, well.” He unhooks his keys, complete with the Dumpy keychain from his days before the train, from the dashboard and tucks them safely in his pocket. “It won’t happen again, I promise.”

Ryan frowns at him. “Min, it’s fine. I know it’s not something you usually do, but everyone messes up sometimes.”

“Yeah.” Min digs around in the bag for their meals, avoiding his gaze. “Right.”

“Are you okay?” Ryan asks, slightly worried. For a minute, all thoughts of the paper burning a hole in his pocket are forgotten in lieu of caring for his best friend. “You’re acting weird, man.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.” Min slips his hand into his pocket, but pulls it back out empty-handed after a minute. Odd.

They eat in silence for a couple minutes. Without the distraction of talking to Min or worrying about Min (although he’s doing plenty of that, don’t worry), Ryan is right back to worrying about his love song.

Well, it’s a good thing Min seems so nervous tonight. Unless he asks outright, Ryan has an excuse not to give him the love song tonight. He won’t add stress to… whatever has Min so worried (and Ryan, by extension).

“So…” Min fists his hands in the fabric of his shorts as if he’s nervous, except that can’t be right, because he has no cause to be nervous. Ryan is the nervous one here, obviously. Except it’s not obvious, because Min can’t know.

Min glances at Ryan, biting his lower lip. “Have you written any new songs lately?”

Ryan chokes and fumbles with his food, nearly spilling it. He knows. He knows. He knows. How could he possibly know?!  

Well. It looks like he asked outright after all. Only one thing to do now, no matter how much Ryan would rather dump his food onto the seat, ruining the upholstery beyond what he and Min can pay for cleaning, and run away into the night. Never to be seen again, leaving behind only his precious guitar, van, and a confused friend.

As dramatic as Ryan is, that’s unfortunately out of the question. He wouldn’t do that to Min.

“Min, I…” Well, Ryan is a man of his word. He knows all too well how badly a lack of communication has messed them up before. He can’t keep this secret any longer.

With shaking hands, Ryan pulls the crumpled ball of paper out of his pocket and presents it to Min in a gesture that he hopes is put-together and elegant but is likely more akin to shoving it ungracefully in Min’s face. “Here.”

Min’s face had been glazed over with a sort of set determination, but that mask shatters as soon as he notices the paper. He blinks, mouth slightly agape, hands hovering near his own pocket. “O-oh. Um. Thank you, Ryan. I bet this’ll be totally rad.”

Slowly, as if unsure or confused (or maybe even disappointed? Oh man, that can’t be it, can it? Ryan’s fully prepared for Min’s disappointment, hell, he’s had the same experience with his parents, but Min doesn’t even know the context of his lyrics yet), Min takes the paper and unfolds it.

Time seems to pass much slower than normal, seconds sludging by, as Min reads the lyrics. Ryan tracks his eyes darting across the paper, his mouth opening wider and closing again as he reads and processes the meaning behind Ryan’s grand gesture.

Ryan twists his fingers together. It hurts, but not as much as watching Min read his writing. “Sorry it’s so messy. I was going to rewrite it when I was done, but…”

“Ryan.” Ryan’s mouth snaps shut as soon as Min speaks, and he jerks his head up. Min is staring at him as if he’s a new person, in a new light. “Is this… a love song?”

Ryan nods mutely, his heart pounding in his chest like the drums of an established rock band at a sold-out concert.

Min takes a deep breath. “For… me?”

Ryan nods again, sharp and jerky.

Min stares, frozen in shock, for a moment before bursting out laughing.

Ryan chokes, surprised, and whips his head away. He curls up (or as much as he can manage while sitting in the driver’s seat of his van), pressing his side against the seat and fisting his hands in the seam of his jacket.

He’d been prepared for a negative response, but deep in his heart he hadn’t expected Min to react this badly. Even after his parents had reacted worse.

Of course.

“Ryan,” Min chokes out between peals of laughter. “Ryan, Ryan, oh man. I’m not laughing at you, I promise.”

Ryan turns around slowly, hesitantly. Hope is already building in his chest before he’s even processed Min’s words.

When Min comes into his sight again, Ryan can barely meet his eyes before a piece of paper is thrust into his face. Puzzled, Ryan takes it and reads it over.

It’s… a love song.

It’s a love song, penned in Min’s neat handwriting, with classical notation instead of chords because Min learned music through his viola teacher and not as a self-taught guitarist like Ryan. Min was worried it would be a problem when they started collaborating, but their combined skills in multiple disciples has become one of their greatest assets as a musical group.

But Ryan can’t focus on the notes, however beautiful they may be, because the lyrics are telling a story he’s only dared to fantasize about in his wildest dreams.

“Sorry for laughing,” Min says, still chuckling quietly. “I just… I was trying to create a natural segue into giving this to you, and I… Wow. We’re idiots, aren’t we.”

Ryan doesn’t realize he’s crying until a teardrop lands on Min’s songsheet. He wipes it away and starts to giggle. “Yeah. We are.” He glances up, meeting Min’s eye for the first time since this whole debacle and gives him a wide, teary smile. “But I wouldn’t have it any other way. I don’t think we’d be us if we didn’t pull some convoluted scheme to get our feelings out. Y’know, seeing as it took getting kidnapped by a magical death train the first time.”

Min snorts and rubs at his eyes. “Don’t remind me.” He crawls across the middle of the van and curls up next to Ryan, wrapping his arm around him. “So, are we good?”

Ryan lets out a wet laugh. “Oh man, we’re better than good. Do you have any idea how long I’ve been hoping for this?”

“Not as long as me,” Min says, grinning mischievously. “I’ve been pining since high school. Take that!”

Ryan lets his head drop onto Min’s shoulder, relishing in the affectionate closeness and warmth of him. “Man, we were such repressed nerds in high school, huh?”

“Yeah, maybe so.” Min leans his head against Ryan’s, chuckling softly. “I’m glad we’re okay now, though.”

“Me too, dude.” Ryan lets out a contented sigh. He still can’t quite believe they’ve gotten here, after all that worrying and stressing over every little detail. “Me too.”

They stayed like that for a little while, half-eaten plates of food forgotten in the back of the van. Through the open windows, the sunset lights up the sky in a fiery glow, with colors gradually shifting from pink to fiery red to deep blue.

Min hums contemplatively. “So, what now? Should we perform these onstage or what?”

Ryan toys with the paper between his fingers, absentmindedly tearing off a corner. “No, I think… I think these should be kept between us.”

“I agree,” Min says, intertwining his fingers with Ryan’s. Ryan’s heart leaps into his throat, and he’s sure his face is burning up.

“I think it would be nice if we… if we maybe wrote a love song together,” Ryan says, a little nervous.

Min smiles. “I’d like that too.”

~

day 2 is in the books! this one is half me projecting my experience with writer's block while writing this fic and half exploring the love they feel about each other. in their own words, what repressed nerds. love them

a whole lotta headcanons in this one c:

i didn't mean to bring sunsets back again, even for just a small detail, but i guess it's a rymin motif now. maybe i'll try to stick it in the rest of my rymin week pieces, but i won't try to shoehorn it in if it feels unnatural. god i love sunsets this is just more projection isn't it.

title is from home by edward sharpe and the magnetic zeroes! this song, just like its title implies, feels like home. it was a stigma of the songleading group i was in at camp a few years ago so it's very special to me. i'm happy to pass its lyrics on to rymin and give it a new significance for me personally!

i've been really enjoying all the rymin week content so far! good job, everyone! it's so nice to see everyone come together in support of these lovely characters

if you ever wanna talk infinity train, writing, these amazing characters, or really anything hmu here on my tumblr or my twitter! thank you for reading, and please leave a like/reblog/comment if you enjoyed it!

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