#sometimes I answer slow

[theghoulboysblog]

Hiiii I’m a new follow to your account cos I love the ghoul boys! I’ve been rewatching old episodes of Weird Wonderful World and it still blows me away how much tenderness is stored in that silly show 😭😭😭

What is it about WWW that makes them so sweet to each other?? (Not complaining lol)

HELLO! :) THANK YOU FOR FOLLOWING AND I AM SO SORRY FOR RESPONDING SO LATE 😭 i put this in my drafts to come back to later and forgot about it cause i’m me 😭🙏

AND YES I KNOW OMG 😭 EVERY EPISODE OF WWW MAKES ME FEEL LIKE IM INTRUDING LMFAOOO. like i’m third wheeling on my own internet??? 😔 my own phone??? ☹️

as soon as these two get together alone, whether it be to eat together for food files or to do cute activities for WWW, they turn into big sweet ol’ saps and I LOVE IT <3

besties :)

[sincerely-sofie]

What if the lamb and narinder swapped places?

BEHOLD: Narilamb but make it vaguely Wind Waker / Ponyo and even more tragic.

[didderd]

Hello beautiful creature!

Question for him beautiful, adorable and handsome Crack;

I understand that one of your hobbies is cooking. Doesn't it affect you to handle animal products such as very large and recognizable pieces of meat?

Crack: Yeah, I uh... don't touch th' stuff... Jus'.... vague cuts a' boneless meat... But... 'still struggle with cuttin' this stuff sometimes..

[soaps-mohawk]

Made this lil thing for today’s chapter. It was a reward for my work.

That being said:

OUCH.

Great work though 🥲👍

-🍓

Haha I love this!! Y'all really read my fic instead of doing the things you need to do huh 😂 I can't officially say I support that, but as a professional procrastinator, I fully understand 100%

[sporeclan]

Don’t you hate it when a terrible fungus spreads and severes your connection to your dead ancestors?

ugh i know right. every other tuesday i tell ya

[wyn0rrific]

Vitus being presented with a giant EMPTY DOLLIES sign like it's a big novelty cheque?

ofc anon anything for u pookie <3

fulgrim DEFINITELY paid a worker to give him the sign

also irl moment i've discovered we also have multiple of these (they're magnets)

[teddybeartoji]

and for asks too – please know that i have a buuunch of them and it takes me a while to get to them no matter how long the ask is and no matter who it's from like i have moots stuck in there i have anons stuck in there me not answering is NEVERRR anything personal i just can't keep up with anything

[neo--queen--serenity]

Your kitty looks like my kitty!! Tabby solidarity ✨

[somegrumpynerd]

I saw this was okay so I'm shooting my shot lol- are you from the UK ?

It might be weird but I like to know from which country people are so I have a rough idea of if they are awake at the same time as me or if I have to wait for nighttime when I want to talk, but I'm too scared to ask so I just try to guess with hints, for exemple you posted what time it was and it was one hour less than for me, and you wrote "coloUring book" so I just guessed UK ?? :')

Anyway hope it's not weird (I'm not gonna try and find your house lmao dw dw)

Doxxed by spelling dammit 😔

lol just kidding you're good, I am on UK time! But I'm also on a horrible sleep and/or work schedule so when I'm awake remains a mystery lol

[tailgateonrollerskates]

It always has been, but my ask box IS open!!

PLEASE feel free to ask me things!

I can take requests but it might not be the best I am still learning!

I LOVE OC QUESTIONS! Please please please don’t hesitate to ask about them :3

Thank you in advance if you leave an ask!!!

[kamabokobun]

Somewhat bored and I have some freeish time. Willing to answer some asks :] if y’all have any 👉👈

[divinemach1ne]

i wanna take asks for my transformers oc (aviator)... i love them so much i neeedd to talk about them and draw them more.. idk if anyones interested but u can send asks my way if u want :] they are dear to my heart

you *will* love my oc........ /lh funky bird be upon ye

[mspaint-flower]

boops flower on the nose

confosion.........,,

[clowncat-25]

@kirbyoctournament i don't really know what to do for the tournament so why not take asks lol

[phleb0tomist]

May I ask something about your life as someone who, from my understanding, is mostly bedbound? It’s understandable if not.

Thank you for advocating about ME/CFS! It’s not nearly talked about enough. I hope you have a good day.

hi!! and thank u for caring about ME/CFS! yes sure you can ask :) also hope you have a good day too

[madrabit]

Hello! You are the resident queen of Bo(Jan) so can I please request 22 for them ? :)

Oh god, idk if I deserve that title, but I 100% accept and appreciate it! 🥹 and ofc you can request that! I'm sorry it's taken me so long, tho. I promise I'm still writing the prompts, so everyone who sent me one will get it! And feel free to send me more!

Send me a ship and a number and I'll write you a kiss 🩷✨️

22. ... in a rush of adrenaline

Bojan always liked football.

He loved watching it, even played for a club as a child and was sad when he had to stop. Football made him feel excited. He could loose himself in a game, could feel like a little kid again as the players sprinted over the field, so close to scoring goals. It made him think about his own time playing. He was part of the little league, nothing exciting, just a bunch of under 12 year olds running after a ball, faceplanting the grass more often than they actually managed to kick or score a goal. But for him it had been everything.

The first time he really felt the rush of adrenaline was as he ran towards the goal, no one in his way. He had scored with ease, the goalkeeper not able to hold the ball, even if he hadn't been distracted by some relative calling for him. The cheering of not only his teammates but his parents, his father, made him feel so incredibly proud. The tingling feeling made his heart beat out of his chest, made him feel alive and his pulse was droning in his ears.

Over the years, the way how he got this feeling changed. During the winter of his thirteenth birthday he had taken up snowboarding, changing the kids ski for a snowboard, the rush he got from zooming down the mountain, his own capability the only thing preventing him from crashing was different to the feeling of playing football, but it was good. The following summer his parents had taken him and his sister to the sea and Bojan had finally gotten the chance to try surfing again, this time much more successful than the previous visits.

He had taken up more and more hobbies, his week stuffed with activities until a sudden timeshift in his Judo practice and him, Martin and Matic forming a band had put a stop to his little blooming soccer career. It was hard giving it up, but the thrill of being in stage, hearing the (albeit still rather small) crowd cheer, while he was singing his heart out and his friends were playing until their hands hurt, was the only thing better than chasing after a ball.

He had still sometimes played with his friends, kicking around a ball and when Bojan had randomly found a group of guys playing football on one of Nace's and his morning jogs through their little neighbourhood park in Highgate, he had been excited.

The guys had been quite accepting when he had approached them and it didn't take long for them to meet up semi regularly. Sometimes in the evening, other days just barely past noon. After the first few times, the others had joined in and soon the whole band had spent at least one day a week watching Bojan run after a ball to his hearts content. But not only that, sometimes his friends would join in as well, making him even more excited than just playing with a group of random strangers.

"Bojan!"

His head snapped into the direction of the voice calling his name. Jure was charging at him, followed closely by one of the guys playing on the different team, trying to take the ball away from the blond drummer without using an elbow or tripping him. The man, James, was persistent though, managing to take the ball and leaving Jure behind as he changed directions.

Bojan felt his pulse starting to pick up, blood rushing into his ear as he sprinted after James. It took a bit of work and about all of his skill to get the lead back, immediatelly turning in a sharp twist that almost made him loose his balance. Without hesitation, he made is way to the makeshift goal, dodging one of James's friends, Robert, who caught up with him unfairly easy, clearly having a very noticable height advantage, but Bojan kept the ball, firmly blocking every one of the tall man's attempts at getting it back.

A few more strides and Bojan would be close enough to take a shot, would be able to score and get the last point he and his band needed to win. Instead of a time limit, they had set a point goal, a much more achievable way of playing either multiple games in succession or have a longer, more drawn out match. That the team that lost the most games would be paying for the first few rounds at the pub they frequented after meeting at the park, was making things even more exciting.

Not that Bojan was really interested in that. The feeling alone made him giddy, the thrill of the game made his heart race in his chest in excitement and he could barely contain the sheer energy buzzing through him during.

Everything happened way too quick for Bojan to notice, his movements almost instinctive, muscle memory that he hadn't forgotten even if he hadn't been playing for a good while now.

He dodged another one of James's friends, a broad shouldered, tall man, ducking under the guy's arm to keep his momentum. And before anyone else could try to get in his way again, he took the shot, kicking the ball just right, the angle working perfectly.

Joy rushed through him as the goalkeeper couldn't catch, falling to the ground while the ball flew over him, untouched and unbothered in its path until it dropped to the ground and stopped moving.

Bojan let out a little happy scream, his eyes darting around the field and landing on Jan.

The dark haired guitarist was standing a few meters away, a big grin on his face and suddenly Bojan felt his heart speed up even more, could hear his blood rushing in his ear, his hands shaking. He was moving without realising it, running into Jan's direction.

Jan barely had enough time to react before Bojan jumped him, clinging to him as the shorter man wrapped his arms and legs around the slightly older like a vice. The speed with which Bojan had hit him almost made them topple over, would have made then fall to the ground, sprawled out on the slightly wet grass, but Jan managed to catch him, already prepared after having seen Bojan's excited face. Hands landed on the singer's ass to hold him up securely, even though Jan knew that the strong thighs wrapped around his waist were more than capable of holding him up on their own.

Bojan leaned forward, crashing their lips together in a heated kiss that the taller man very eagerly reciprocated. His lips parted as he felt Jan's tongue dart out, licking over his bottom lip and drawing a soft little moan out of Bojan. The sound got lost in the kiss and as he let a hand wander to Jan's hair, running his fingers through the soft, dark strands and messing up the little bun Jan had made earlier, the taller squeezed his butt.

"I scored", Bojan giggled as he pulled back a tiny bit, before he connected their lips again into another kiss, feeling Jan smile as well.

"You did, yes", Jan said softly, hoisting Bojan up a little more as he felt the smaller man slip a bit. Bojan gasped softly, his blood rushing through his body, heart skipping a beat, adrenaline still making him shake a bit. Even though Jan fondling his ass certainly added a lot. He tightened his legs around the guitarist's waist, pressing himself closer and was just about to deepen the kiss again, as someone called out to them.

"I wanna do another round, so stop eating face and let's play some more", James said, jogging over to get the ball and making his way with it over to then again, kicking the ball before him.

"You just don't want to admit defeat yet", Jure chirped as he snatched the ball from the British man, running away with it in the direction of the goal. James let out a surprised yelp, charging after Jure, who just quickly passed the ball to Nace.

"You better prepare to pay up later!", Kris, who had been lounging at the edge of the makeshift soccer pitch, said, then he got up and dusted off his pants, ready to join in this time.

Slowly, Jan let Bojan slide down, pressing a last little kiss to plush lips. The singer grinned at him, his body already buzzing with energy, ready to cjase after the ball again and Jan couldn't help but give him a little slap on the ass as the he turned to jog away.

Bojan laughed, his steps feeling lighter than before, and he was sure the next visit at the pub would be a rather cheap one.