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This is mainly an appreciation blog for fandoms and fanart. I especially love inspirational sports anime! Currently whiling away the hours with Chihayafuru, Daiya no A | Diamond no Ace, Free!, and Haiykuu!!.

♥ Multishipper ♥ Makoto shipper ♥

Sometimes I write fanfic for Durarara!!, Free!, Hetalia, South Park, and various small/rare fandoms. Sometimes I write vignettes and scenes that may or may not evolve into something more. And sometimes I reblog fanart with little ficlets I've done, mostly for Arvy, all of which are under the spontaneous collab tag. There's also this Haru/Makoto comic I did with marskels. :D

I try to have something to say about the art I reblog, what I like about it or what I think is going on. I don't write a lot of meta but sometimes I can think things. On occasion I even do headcanons.

CURRENT PROJECTS on tumblr:
~ "holding hands" (series of related Sousuke/Makoto vignettes)
~ Makoto/Rin future fic

 

miaoujones asked
Oh man, I can't stop thinking about the makorin water guns AU! They'll probably need player nicknames, especially if they're going to be celebrities; and they'll definitely need a team name. I was just going to call them "the makorins," ha ha--maybe that's all Makoto can come up with for a nickname. And Rin just looks at him. "Do you want to be the rinmakos instead?" Makoto ventures. Rin can't even. "How about Apex Predators?" he suggests. Makoto feels a bit too humble for something like that...

whisperinthecrowd:

miaoujones:

whisperinthecrowd:

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Oooohh, is the makorin water guns AU giving you plot bunnies?? ;) 

HAHA Makoto would be like, "the rinmakos is fine but why not the makorins?". Rin laughs like it’s the most obvious thing in the world and says, "It’s because I’m the leader!" 

I think Mako would give in to Rin if Rin really wanted to name them “the rinmakos”, but they ended up choosing “Apex Predators” because it’s cooler, not because Nagisa pointed out the resemblance of their team name to a couple’s nickname lol

Ahhh, I’m actually terrible at naming things too so I’m definitely open to more creative team names~

Oh man, I can’t believe you mentioned Nagisa—because I originally had him as Makoto’s childhood friend who suggested that team name! Like maybe when they’re having the makorin - rinmako discussion, Haru is the one sitting there just looking back and forth between them. “What is it, Haru?” Makoto says.

"What is a ‘rinmako,’ though?" There is the faintest crease to Haru’s brow. "How will I draw that for your logo?"

Makoto gets so excited that Haru is going to draw their logo, he kind of forgets they’re having a discussion about the name; Rin thinks it’s so obvious that they are the rinmakos and the rinmakos are them, he doesn’t know how to explain it; and Nagisa is like, “Oh! I know, I know—”

"We’re not going to be rock hopper penguins," Makoto says, gently but quickly, as a certain gleam in Nagisa’s eye reminds him of the topic of discussion.

"Apex Predators!" Nagisa grins triumphantly, points first at Makoto—"Orca"—and then at Rin—"and Great White Shark!"

"I’m not a great white, though," Rin says.

Nagisa looks very serious now. “If you aren’t, Mako will probably eat you.”

Rin hopes none of them ask about the blush that suddenly comes upon him at the thought of Makoto eating him… “Fine,” he says, pretending that he’s not blushing, willing the heat to leave his face.

Haru already has his sketch pad out, asking Makoto something about the specs for the logo needed and Makoto is turned towards him to respond; only Nagisa looks at Rin and his fading blush with an unmistakable glimmer in his eye.

Ohh Miaou~~ Thank you for indulging we with your writing~ ///w/// I’m glad you included the part where Haru drew their logo :’) Ahh, but now that we’ve decided on their team name, can we talk about all the possible body contact?? :)

Like their soaked backs against each other, causing Makoto to shiver. The water makes it feels like there’s one less layer between them and it takes all he has to not relax into Rin. But it looks like being a saint really pays off because Rin suddenly pushes hard against him. If flesh could melt, Makoto would be a puddle by now. 

"Hey Makoto, keep your eyes open." Rin shifts and Makoto’s more alert than ever - now if only he could direct his focus towards the enemy. "They’re around here somewhere, I know it." 

And then cue lots of moments where Makoto and Rin are huddling and rubbing up against each other (you know, trying to hide behind a bush to surprise their enemy) or just Makoto wrapping himself around Rin to protect him from being shot because “we can’t have our number one shooter getting kicked out of the game, right?” Makoto winks. 

Ahhh, this is how I pictured the rest of the AU. 

  • Mako being a blushing mess at first whenever they’re too close.
  • Rin being too caught up in the game to notice.
  • Mako gradually starts being forward with his advances. First, there was arm swinging over shoulder and it escalated into Mako casually resting his chin on Rin’s shoulder so that their cheeks flush warm from the proximity~~ 
  • Bonus: everyone else (especially Nagisa) noticed their in-game flirting and kept creating situations where Makoto and Rin would fall on top of each other, trying to dodge or something :’) 

[Ah ha ha, no, thank you for letting me indulge myself in your world! :D I have a little more, if that’s all right… I hope I don’t go too far from what you’re imagining, but please let me know if I do!]

In addition to all the informal play and clubs and even organized amateur leagues, there are also professional leagues for water gun games in various countries. Every three years, in addition to regular season play, there’s a big international tournament. That’s what Rin is aiming for, with Makoto’s help.

To make it to the World Water Gun Tournament, the Apex Predators will have to be at the top of the Japan Water Gun League at the right time. First, of course, they have to make it into the Japan Water Gun League.

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justanotherssagaji asked
Your SouMako art gives me life (◡‿◡✿)

churosu:

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d’awww!! makes me delighted to hear it! (。’ ▽ ’。)♡ thank you!

here’s some more then~

P.S. still crying about episode 10

You know how there are lazy afternoons, and there are lazy afternoons? I think the boys are having one of those lazy ones, where everything is pleasant and nothing really matters except the company you keep.

"Makoto, can I just," Sousuke says, draping his legs across Makoto’s back, feeling the soft worn material of the shirt they’ve traded so many times he can’t even remember whose it was originally.

"Yeah," Makoto says, languid smile floating to Sousuke on the words. "You can always just."

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miaoujones:

flymetothemunna:

No touching…

Haru… you are making the path to this threesome a difficult one…

Not impossible. Just difficult.

hahaha, god, look how sassy he looks in the second gif. I love it. I wish there was more sassy Haru.

Haru would be defiant until the very end. Right up until he felt Kisumi’s warm breath tickling his ear, causing him to have an unwanted shiver run down his spine… right up until he could feel his head fall back (involuntarily, of course) onto Kisumi’s shoulder, while the strawberry haired man placed soft kisses onto his exposed neck. Right up until he could see Makoto’s beautiful green eyes, darkening with a hazy lust as he watched…

Um, I mean, what? I’m sorry, I think I just blacked out for a second… Oh, um, HAHA, SASSY HARU, YEAH.

"Haru~" The haze was in Makoto’s voice, too; his very breath was thickened with it as he breathed in the wake of Haru’s name. Even from that far away—too far to actually touch—Haru could feel Makoto’s gaze, heard the thickness in his own breath as he sighed and sank back into Kisumi’s caresses.

Even with eyes going dark and bright like that, Makoto was still Makoto, though: “Haru, are you really okay with this?”

Haru could only nod.

"Will you show me, then?" Makoto’s voice was low, as steady as his  gaze. "Will you kiss him?"

Haru held the gaze a moment longer, then turned his head to touch Kisumi’s mouth with his own; turned his whole body as they kissed, arching against him as Kisumi’s arms came around him, his own going over Kisumi’s shoulders as he let himself be pulled in closer, pressed into the pull.

When the kiss ended, Haru moved only his head, turning just enough to see Makoto:

The hint of a smile curved Makoto’s mouth.

He was only a few steps away, just out of reach; and then Makoto and his bright, dark eyes and his smiling mouth were there; and Haru could feel the brightness and the darkness, felt the haze-thickened breath, took it inside himself as Makoto kissed him in Kisumi’s arms.

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whisperinthecrowd:

Blame the Soumakorins //w// [textless version]

It’s okay, Rin. They’ll be gentle with you when the time comes.

They’re planning the frick frack senpai y/y?

Yes and yes, precious kouhai. They have A Definite Plan, which I think involves something like slowly seducing Rin so that he doesn’t realize it’s happening (it’s already happening, Rin!) until it’s too late…
And then, when he’s fully aware of it and can’t get out of it (unless he says no; but he’s not going to even think of saying no, and they know that)—when he’s so far gone and they’re going gone with him, they’re going to be so sweet with him, and the shock of that sweetness just shatters all remaining defenses.

rurittowhisperinthecrowdsee what happens when you give me even the tiniest bit of encouragementi bet you thought that was going the other way thoughbut i really like the idea of a rin overwhelmed by the sweetness of these two gentle giantsmiaou stop talkingfree!free! eternal summer
*encourages more* We need this senpai!
With these three I swing from really hot frick fracking to “oh god you’re all dorks stop with the nauseating cuteness”
Like Rin is Rin the silly bby has “issues” and Mako and Sou know this, understand this so of course they kinda have to sneaky with this or Rin will be Rin and run from it.
At first it’s just normal interactions. It’ll be a really slow seduction for Rin cause at first it feels normal but then have Sousuke and Mako always been so touchy with him? What’s with the sudden arms around his waist and shoulders recently? Arent the two hanging out together a lot lately?
And the next thing Rin knows theyre doing homework on his bunk and Sousuke’s on his lap being a huge lazy cat while he’s sitting with Mako spooning him from behind asking him questions about their english homework

Yes, that’s exactly how it happens! And so then this one time, Rin is sitting on the floor with Sousuke sprawled out, which is nothing new (and something ticks at the back of Rin’s mind: when did such a thing become “nothing new”?). Only this time instead of his leg stretched across Rin’s lap, it’s his head resting in it. Makoto is on the lower bunk, because somehow he’s always there whenever he comes over (tick: when did Makoto start spending all his time here?; tick: when did it become normal for Makoto to spend all his time in Rin’s bed?), his hand kind of brushing against the back of Rin’s head now and then; his fingers sliding through Rin’s hair, fingertips massaging Rin’s scalp and he angles his head so Makoto will get just that spot there, behind his ear, and (tick: when did he close his eyes?; tick: what is that sound—is it coming from him?!) he opens his eyes:
He looks down and Sousuke is looking up at him; he turns his head and Makoto is there, right there, too close to see properly, just close enough for:
Kiss.
Sousuke’s fingers lace with his, bringing his hand to rest on Sousuke’s chest as he and Makoto kiss.
"What…" Rin says when they part and Makoto has shifted back far enough to see.
Makoto’s gaze is soft, steady even as he blinks. “Sorry, Rin. Did you want it to be Sousuke to kiss you first?”
Unable to think words to that, let alone say anything, Rin’s hand curls in on itself—no, there’s something between his hand and itself, and that something is Sousuke’s hand, which Rin is now clinging onto almost desperately.
He looks down at his hand in Sousuke’s.
Sousuke has big hands.
Rin tries to snap himself away from that thought but when he does, he winds up looking into Makoto’s smile again. “It’s okay, Rin,” Makoto says, and when did his voice get all low and smooth like that? His smile is smooth too, not like stylized fabricated too-cool-for-you smooth; like something so easy, you slide along it without even realizing—or at least Rin does. He doesn’t know he’s smiling himself until he sees Makoto’s smile get, somehow, even sweeter; like the sweetest, purest water. “It’s okay,” Makoto says with his sweet mouth. “I bet Sousuke will kiss you now, if you want.”
The weight in his lap disappears as Sousuke sits up, their hands sliding free; and then Sousuke’s hands, those big huge hands are on his face and Sousuke’s mouth is on his, and it’s not sweet the way Makoto’s is sweet; it’s a darker kind of sweet…
But oh, Sousuke’s kiss is sweet.

jfc reading that shouldn’t be as hot as it was but now i cant stop grinning because of how gentle they would be with Rin
After that kissing becomes another usual thing for them. Makoto will arrive at their dorm to do homework every Fridays, and will greet Sousuke with a kiss and usually Rin will be left there staring and feeling the blush rise to his cheeks cause the two really get into it, and at first it’s weird because don’t they know Rin is there, watching? But then Mako turns to him and has that gentle smile and apologizes and Rin is just confused why he’s apologizing.
And he’ll step closer to Rin, and give him the chastest, sweetest kiss. It’s nothing more than touching of lips and when it’s over he always always always kisses along Rin’s jaw right below his ear which makes Rin squeak.
Then Sousuke takes up the space Mako was in before, and his kisses are just as chaste and sweet but he can be rougher with Rin, once in a while biting at his lip and then always pulling away and grinning.
But always when they’re kissing hand holding is a thing. At first it’s to hold Rin there, rubbing their thumb against the back of his hand or his wrist to calm and comfort him, but then even when it’s Rin initiating the kiss holding hands seem to have stuck cause apparently it’s a thing in their relationship now.
anyway sorry for babbling RIP senpai’s comment and writing has killed me bye

Wait, just a little more! A flashforward glimpse, if you will:
In the middle of their first time, Rin suddenly starts to cry. He didn’t know he was going to; he felt a surge of something overwhelming and thought maybe he was going to come—but no, he’s crying.
He’s not sobbing or anything but there are definitely tears spilling down his face. He can’t stop so he puts his arm across his eyes even as he feels the loss of Makoto’s mouth on his cock; he doesn’t move it even when Makoto says his name.
Sousuke has stopped moving but he’s still inside Rin and, with his free hand, Rin reaches down, cupping his thigh to hold him there.
Someone—Makoto, it has to be—touches the arm over his face without trying to move it. And then Makoto’s voice, soft and so calm (and when did Makoto become so calm? Is it Sousuke’s influence; does he make Makoto calm?) “Rin, are you all right?” 
Rin nods, his arm over his face, Makoto touching him, Sousuke still inside him. “I just didn’t know it was going to be like this.”
"Do you need us to stop?" Makoto says; and Sousuke says, "Like what?"
Rin shakes his head, hopes they know that’s for Makoto’s question. For Sousuke’s, he searches for the words, searches for one better than the only one he can think of—but it is the only one that comes to him, so he says, helplessly, “Sweet.”
"Is it too sweet?" Makoto sounds genuinely concerned, but still calm. "Rin doesn’t like things that are too sweet," he adds, and Rin isn’t sure if he’s telling Sousuke, though he must know that Sousuke already knows that, or talking to himself.
"No." He swallows. It’s completely and utterly overwhelming, but it’s not too much. He doesn’t know how to tell them that. He tries to go on anyhow; only swallows again.
They’re waiting for him, Makoto’s hand on his face now, smoothing back the hair from his brow, Sousuke still inside him.
"I thought," Rin says, arm over his face even though the tears have stopped. "I thought… you’re both big guys, bigger than me…" His next breath comes out, thick, empty of words.
"Is that what you want, Rin?" It feels like Makoto isn’t done so Rin doesn’t try to say anything into the pause. Sure enough, Makoto goes on after an audible breath, "Something a little more raw, maybe?"
"Rough edges," Sousuke adds, and even though he doesn’t inflect Rin feels the question.
"Yeah," Rin says, dropping his arm at last. "Something like that."
"You can have that," Sousuke says; a slow grin curves along his mouth. "We can do that, too."
"How does Makoto feel about it?" Rin says, looking right at him and seeing how Makoto’s mouth hasn’t curved yet. His gaze slides up to Makoto’s eyes, stuttering on a brightness he sees there, that same brightness steadying him as he keeps looking.
It’s Sousuke who says, as if he’s read Rin’s mind, “Makoto can’t smile right now. He’s a little too excited.”
A raw sweetness colors Makoto’s face then, that same sweetness curving his mouth into a smile as he drops the gaze. Sousuke leans forward for him, pushing deeper into Rin, and as Sousuke tilts Makoto’s face to him for a kiss, Rin wraps his legs around Sousuke’s waist, and they keep going; going and going, sweet for now; going sweet with a promise of rough and raw to come; going and going, until they come.
*
[And now senpai is done too…]

SENPAI, SENPAI WE WERE GOING FOR SWEET AND ADORABLE AND SFW IM AT WORK SENPAI OMG
But yessss
They always start off sweet and gently and Rin can barely handle it cause it always feels like they’re doing it for him. They probably are. Not wanting to hurt him or scare him as they touch and kiss and open him up for them.
But eventually it turns rougher and raw and desperate.
It always happens when Rin’s almost at his limit, sometimes even past it, whimpering cause they’re too gentle, exhausted and at the mercy of their touches. Sweet things arent his favorite and too much is always hard for him too handle but apparently that’s always been their plan from tthe start.
Suffocate him with the gently and the sweet til he cant stand it and gives in
Their touches turn less gentle and Rin knows there’ll be bruises. Because the two, much to his surprise, love marking him.And Sousuke will get that grin and Mako that glint in his eye and then they give RIn what he wants.
and the morning afters he’ll barely be able to move and it’s back to sweet and gently but he’ll still be feeling the bruises their grips left

Perfect. ♥
(I have nothing to add, except a few edits to my part, ah ha ha. Mostly I just want the whole thing on my blog. :D)

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whisperinthecrowd:

Blame the Soumakorins //w// [textless version]

It’s okay, Rin. They’ll be gentle with you when the time comes.

They’re planning the frick frack senpai y/y?

Yes and yes, precious kouhai. They have A Definite Plan, which I think involves something like slowly seducing Rin so that he doesn’t realize it’s happening (it’s already happening, Rin!) until it’s too late…

And then, when he’s fully aware of it and can’t get out of it (unless he says no; but he’s not going to even think of saying no, and they know that)—when he’s so far gone and they’re going gone with him, they’re going to be so sweet with him, and the shock of that sweetness just shatters all remaining defenses.

rurittowhisperinthecrowdsee what happens when you give me even the tiniest bit of encouragementi bet you thought that was going the other way thoughbut i really like the idea of a rin overwhelmed by the sweetness of these two gentle giantsmiaou stop talkingfree!free! eternal summer

*encourages more* We need this senpai!

With these three I swing from really hot frick fracking to “oh god you’re all dorks stop with the nauseating cuteness”

Like Rin is Rin the silly bby has “issues” and Mako and Sou know this, understand this so of course they kinda have to sneaky with this or Rin will be Rin and run from it.

At first it’s just normal interactions. It’ll be a really slow seduction for Rin cause at first it feels normal but then have Sousuke and Mako always been so touchy with him? What’s with the sudden arms around his waist and shoulders recently? Arent the two hanging out together a lot lately?

And the next thing Rin knows theyre doing homework on his bunk and Sousuke’s on his lap being a huge lazy cat while he’s sitting with Mako spooning him from behind asking him questions about their english homework

Yes, that’s exactly how it happens! And so then this one time, Rin is sitting on the floor with Sousuke sprawled out, which is nothing new (and something ticks at the back of Rin’s mind: when did such a thing become “nothing new”?). Only this time instead of his leg stretched across Rin’s lap, it’s his head resting in it. Makoto is on the lower bunk, because somehow he’s always there whenever he comes over (tick: when did Makoto start spending all his time here?; tick: when did it become normal for Makoto to spend all his time in Rin’s bed?), his hand kind of brushing against the back of Rin’s head now and then; his fingers sliding through Rin’s hair, fingertips massaging Rin’s scalp and he angles his head so Makoto will get just that spot there, behind his ear, and (tick: when did he close his eyes?; tick: what is that sound—is it coming from him?!) he opens his eyes:

He looks down and Sousuke is looking up at him; he turns his head and Makoto is there, right there, too close to see properly, just close enough for:

Kiss.

Sousuke’s fingers lace with his, bringing his hand to rest on Sousuke’s chest as he and Makoto kiss.

"What…" Rin says when they part and Makoto has shifted back far enough to see.

Makoto’s gaze is soft, steady even as he blinks. “Sorry, Rin. Did you want it to be Sousuke to kiss you first?”

Unable to think words to that, let alone say anything, Rin’s hand curls in on itself—no, there’s something between his hand and itself, and that something is Sousuke’s hand, which Rin is now clinging onto almost desperately.

He looks down at his hand in Sousuke’s.

Sousuke has big hands.

Rin tries to snap himself away from that thought but when he does, he winds up looking into Makoto’s smile again. “It’s okay, Rin,” Makoto says, and when did his voice get all low and smooth like that? His smile is smooth too, not like stylized fabricated too-cool-for-you smooth; like something so easy, you slide along it without even realizing—or at least Rin does. He doesn’t know he’s smiling himself until he sees Makoto’s smile get, somehow, even sweeter; like the sweetest, purest water. “It’s okay,” Makoto says with his sweet mouth. “I bet Sousuke will kiss you now, if you want.”

The weight in his lap disappears as Sousuke sits up, their hands sliding free; and then Sousuke’s hands, those big huge hands are on his face and Sousuke’s mouth is on his, and it’s not sweet the way Makoto’s is sweet; it’s a darker kind of sweet…

But oh, Sousuke’s kiss is sweet.

jfc reading that shouldn’t be as hot as it was but now i cant stop grinning because of how gentle they would be with Rin

After that kissing becomes another usual thing for them. Makoto will arrive at their dorm to do homework every Fridays, and will greet Sousuke with a kiss and usually Rin will be left there staring and feeling the blush rise to his cheeks cause the two really get into it, and at first it’s weird because don’t they know Rin is there, watching? But then Mako turns to him and has that gentle smile and apologizes and Rin is just confused why he’s apologizing.

And he’ll step closer to Rin, and give him the chastest, sweetest kiss. It’s nothing more than touching of lips and when it’s over he always always always kisses along Rin’s jaw right below his ear which makes Rin squeak.

Then Sousuke takes up the space Mako was in before, and his kisses are just as chaste and sweet but he can be rougher with Rin, once in a while biting at his lip and then always pulling away and grinning.

But always when they’re kissing hand holding is a thing. At first it’s to hold Rin there, rubbing their thumb against the back of his hand or his wrist to calm and comfort him, but then even when it’s Rin initiating the kiss holding hands seem to have stuck cause apparently it’s a thing in their relationship now.

anyway sorry for babbling RIP senpai’s comment and writing has killed me bye

Wait, just a little more! A flashforward glimpse, if you will:

In the middle of their first time, Rin suddenly starts to cry. He didn’t know he was going to; he felt a surge of something overwhelming and thought maybe he was going to come—but no, he’s crying.

He’s not sobbing or anything but there are definitely tears spilling down his face. He can’t stop so he puts his arm across his eyes even as he feels the loss of Makoto’s mouth on his cock; he doesn’t move it even when Makoto says his name.

Sousuke has stopped moving but he’s still inside Rin and, with his free hand, Rin reaches down, cupping his thigh to hold him there.

Someone—Makoto, it has to be—touches the arm over his face without trying to move it. And then Makoto’s voice, soft and so calm (and when did Makoto become so calm? Is it Sousuke’s influence; does he make Makoto calm?) “Rin, are you all right?” 

Rin nods, his arm over his face, Makoto touching him, Sousuke still inside him. “I just didn’t know it was going to be like this.”

"Do you need us to stop?" Makoto says; and Sousuke says, "Like what?"

Rin shakes his head, hopes they know that’s for Makoto’s question. For Sousuke’s, he searches for the words, searches for one better than the only one he can think of—but it is the only one that comes to him, so he says, helplessly, “Sweet.”

"Is it too sweet?" Makoto sounds genuinely concerned, but still calm. "Rin doesn’t like things that are too sweet," he adds, and Rin isn’t sure if he’s telling Sousuke, though he must know that Sousuke already knows that, or talking to himself.

"No." He swallows. It’s completely and utterly overwhelming, but it’s not too much. He doesn’t know how to tell them that. He tries to go on anyhow; only swallows again.

They’re waiting for him, Makoto’s hand on his face now, smoothing back the hair from his brow, Sousuke still inside him.

"I thought," Rin says, arm over his face even though the tears have stopped. "I thought… you’re both big guys, bigger than me…" His next breath comes out, thick, empty of words.

"Is that what you want, Rin?" It feels like Makoto isn’t done so Rin doesn’t try to say anything into the pause. Sure enough, Makoto goes on after an audible breath, "Something a little more raw, maybe?"

"Rough edges," Sousuke adds, and even though he doesn’t inflect Rin feels the question.

"Yeah," Rin says, dropping his arm at last. "Something like that."

"You can have that," Sousuke says; a slow grin curves along his mouth. "We can do that, too."

"How does Makoto feel about it?" Rin says, looking right at him and seeing how Makoto’s mouth hasn’t curved yet. His gaze slides up to Makoto’s eyes, stuttering on a brightness he sees there, that same brightness steadying him as he keeps looking.

It’s Sousuke who says, as if he’s read Rin’s mind, “Makoto can’t smile right now. He’s a little too excited.”

A raw sweetness colors Makoto’s face then, that same sweetness curving his mouth into a smile as he drops the gaze. Sousuke leans forward for him, pushing deeper into Rin, and as Sousuke tilts Makoto’s face to him for a kiss, Rin wraps his legs around Sousuke’s waist, and they keep going; going and going, sweet for now; going sweet with a promise of rough and raw to come; going and going, until they come.

*

[And now senpai is done too…]

SENPAI, SENPAI WE WERE GOING FOR SWEET AND ADORABLE AND SFW IM AT WORK SENPAI OMG

But yessss

They always start off sweet and gently and Rin can barely handle it cause it always feels like they’re doing it for him. They probably are. Not wanting to hurt him or scare him as they touch and kiss and open him up for them.

But eventually it turns rougher and raw and desperate.

It always happens when Rin’s almost at his limit, sometimes even past it, whimpering cause they’re too gentle, exhausted and at the mercy of their touches. Sweet things arent his favorite and too much is always hard for him too handle but apparently that’s always been their plan from tthe start.

Suffocate him with the gently and the sweet til he cant stand it and gives in

Their touches turn less gentle and Rin knows there’ll be bruises. Because the two, much to his surprise, love marking him.And Sousuke will get that grin and Mako that glint in his eye and then they give RIn what he wants.

and the morning afters he’ll barely be able to move and it’s back to sweet and gently but he’ll still be feeling the bruises their grips left

Perfect. ♥

(I have nothing to add, except a few edits to my part, ah ha ha. Mostly I just want the whole thing on my blog. :D)

tomakehimfree:

I bet you didn’t know someone could love you this much

Not sure why but I’m imagining Sousuke’s words (because those are definitely his words) and the art that goes with them come early on in the emotional side of a relationship that began physically…
~
Sometimes, Sousuke thinks, being with Makoto is a challenge. Not because he’s difficult or unpleasant in any way; it’s the opposite, really. But if you try to tell him that, all you get back is a smile and blush—or at least that’s all Sousuke gets back.
He’s not looking for Makoto to say, “I love you.” Not yet, anyhow; not until he truly means it. (If you’d told Sousuke he’d be the one to fall first, he’d have laughed; but he’s not sorry it happened.)
No, what he wants is for Makoto to know how much Sousuke means it when he says it. He wants Makoto to believe his words; to understand and accept just how much he is loved.
So he says the words when he thinks Makoto will hear them. And on nights when that’s impossible for Makoto, like this one, Sousuke paints the words onto Makoto’s skin with his lips and tongue.

tomakehimfree:

I bet you didn’t know someone could love you this much

Not sure why but I’m imagining Sousuke’s words (because those are definitely his words) and the art that goes with them come early on in the emotional side of a relationship that began physically…

~

Sometimes, Sousuke thinks, being with Makoto is a challenge. Not because he’s difficult or unpleasant in any way; it’s the opposite, really. But if you try to tell him that, all you get back is a smile and blush—or at least that’s all Sousuke gets back.

He’s not looking for Makoto to say, “I love you.” Not yet, anyhow; not until he truly means it. (If you’d told Sousuke he’d be the one to fall first, he’d have laughed; but he’s not sorry it happened.)

No, what he wants is for Makoto to know how much Sousuke means it when he says it. He wants Makoto to believe his words; to understand and accept just how much he is loved.

So he says the words when he thinks Makoto will hear them. And on nights when that’s impossible for Makoto, like this one, Sousuke paints the words onto Makoto’s skin with his lips and tongue.

arvyuula:

drawing is going terrible lately terrible
so i thought if i try to draw digitally it will work….it’s a failure but at least it’s something

~
Some days Clyde felt like he could save the world.
Okay, maybe not the world—but part of it. The part with Bebe and Kevin and Kenny and Craig and Tweek. Even if Tweek was already a zombie.
Yeah, on the good days Clyde felt like they could hold onto everything they still had, each other and everything that mattered, and it was all going to come out okay in the end.
Other days…
Well, other days Clyde did not feel like that so much.

arvyuula:

drawing is going terrible lately terrible

so i thought if i try to draw digitally it will work….it’s a failure but at least it’s something

~

Some days Clyde felt like he could save the world.

Okay, maybe not the world—but part of it. The part with Bebe and Kevin and Kenny and Craig and Tweek. Even if Tweek was already a zombie.

Yeah, on the good days Clyde felt like they could hold onto everything they still had, each other and everything that mattered, and it was all going to come out okay in the end.

Other days…

Well, other days Clyde did not feel like that so much.

marskels:

Comic collab! drawings by me and words by Miaou ♥

So a couple of weeks ago, kels asked if I’d be interested in coming up with a script for a little Haru+Makoto comic. Of course I said yes!

There’s so much I love about how this came out. The panel I want to mention in particular is Haru imagining the ocean’s fist reaching for the sun. I knew it was weird when I wrote it but I guess I was thinking of the way Haru reaches for the water’s hand in the pool, and so this seemed like something he might think of?

Anyhow, I love the way it looks here; even better than how I had imagined it myself. kels did an amazing job with it and even gave Haru a smile as he looks on the ocean there, which is just too perfect.  ♥

Sorry for the ramble, and please enjoy!

[Thanks for inviting me to work on this with you, kels! :D]

royallie:

Scarf buddies

Well, I can pretty much guarantee this is not what the artist had in mind, but let me tell you what I think is happening here.
See, Clyde has been feeling kind of down because his best friend and his girlfriend don’t get along. He doesn’t know what to do because he doesn’t want it to be like that; he wants them to all be friends, or at least be able to hang out together. He doesn’t say anything for the longest time, though.
Not until they coax it out of him. That’s the weird part, the thing Clyde didn’t see coming at all: they confronted him together. Said they knew something was wrong and they were worried because he wasn’t saying anything, so it must be something so bad he didn’t think he could tell them. And they want him to be able to tell them anything and everything.
Clyde kind of can’t stop smiling when he tells them. He knows how dumb that must look to them, his dumb smile when he’s telling them about his fears, but the thing is that they came to him about this together—they actually hooked up to care about him. “Sorry,” he says, still smiling. “I know I’m being dumb.” Because he does know it now.
"I guess I don’t have to tell you how dumb you are, then," Craig says, at the same time that Bebe says, "You’re not dumb."
Clyde just really kind of loves them both so much he doesn’t have words. So he doesn’t try to use any and neither do they. They go out, just to walk around, and when Craig winds up giving Bebe a piggyback ride, the smiles on their faces tell Clyde everything he needs to know, and he hopes his smile tells them the same.

royallie:

Scarf buddies

Well, I can pretty much guarantee this is not what the artist had in mind, but let me tell you what I think is happening here.

See, Clyde has been feeling kind of down because his best friend and his girlfriend don’t get along. He doesn’t know what to do because he doesn’t want it to be like that; he wants them to all be friends, or at least be able to hang out together. He doesn’t say anything for the longest time, though.

Not until they coax it out of him. That’s the weird part, the thing Clyde didn’t see coming at all: they confronted him together. Said they knew something was wrong and they were worried because he wasn’t saying anything, so it must be something so bad he didn’t think he could tell them. And they want him to be able to tell them anything and everything.

Clyde kind of can’t stop smiling when he tells them. He knows how dumb that must look to them, his dumb smile when he’s telling them about his fears, but the thing is that they came to him about this together—they actually hooked up to care about him. “Sorry,” he says, still smiling. “I know I’m being dumb.” Because he does know it now.

"I guess I don’t have to tell you how dumb you are, then," Craig says, at the same time that Bebe says, "You’re not dumb."

Clyde just really kind of loves them both so much he doesn’t have words. So he doesn’t try to use any and neither do they. They go out, just to walk around, and when Craig winds up giving Bebe a piggyback ride, the smiles on their faces tell Clyde everything he needs to know, and he hopes his smile tells them the same.

arvyuula:

my ultimate goal in life is to make everyone feel uncomfortably attracted to Clyde

Welp. Arvy deleted the original post so I don’t know if I should be reblogging this, but I did happen to have it (along with half a dozen others) in my drafts, awaiting the day I would ficbit it…
And this is that day.
ETA: the original post has not been deleted! Somehow the URL got jacked up in my saved draft. Anyhow, this is still that day. ;p
♥♥♥
The Moment Just Before Everything & Other Stories:Waking Up (Feel It In My Bones)
Craig/Clyde, mild sexual content
It’s the first day of school and Clyde shows up like this, showing off the growth spurt he got over the summer (which he’d spent out of town with his sister and her family, so no one’s seen him until now, not even his best friend) and the new confidence that came with it. “How d’ya like me now?”
He doesn’t actually say that, of course. He just stands there like this and Craig hears the words in his head. Craig doesn’t answer aloud and he makes himself look away before Clyde can see his response, because he has this weird yet unshakable feeling that Clyde can see right through him now. So it’s only in his head that Craig says, “I like you, Clyde. I like you a lot.”
When he casts a sidelong glance in Clyde’s direction, it turns out not to be as furtive as Craig had hoped, and the hot jolt that shoots through him when their gazes connect make Craig absolutely certain that, despite all precautions, Clyde knows…
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arvyuula:

my ultimate goal in life is to make everyone feel uncomfortably attracted to Clyde

Welp. Arvy deleted the original post so I don’t know if I should be reblogging this, but I did happen to have it (along with half a dozen others) in my drafts, awaiting the day I would ficbit it…

And this is that day.

ETA: the original post has not been deleted! Somehow the URL got jacked up in my saved draft. Anyhow, this is still that day. ;p

♥♥♥

The Moment Just Before Everything & Other Stories:
Waking Up (Feel It In My Bones)

Craig/Clyde, mild sexual content

It’s the first day of school and Clyde shows up like this, showing off the growth spurt he got over the summer (which he’d spent out of town with his sister and her family, so no one’s seen him until now, not even his best friend) and the new confidence that came with it. “How d’ya like me now?”

He doesn’t actually say that, of course. He just stands there like this and Craig hears the words in his head. Craig doesn’t answer aloud and he makes himself look away before Clyde can see his response, because he has this weird yet unshakable feeling that Clyde can see right through him now. So it’s only in his head that Craig says, “I like you, Clyde. I like you a lot.”

When he casts a sidelong glance in Clyde’s direction, it turns out not to be as furtive as Craig had hoped, and the hot jolt that shoots through him when their gazes connect make Craig absolutely certain that, despite all precautions, Clyde knows…

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arvyyuula:

i don’t know what im doing anymore

~
I can’t help thinking these pictures are connected to the one Arvy posted yesterday, where Clyde is all riled up at Craig.
Here, in the panel on the left, Tweek sees Clyde on a date with a certain unbelievable someone and, all excited, rushes off to tell Craig about it.
But Craig doesn’t have anything like the reaction Tweek is expecting. He starts questioning Craig about his mild non-response and, when Craig cracks a smug little grin, Tweek realizes he knew about it already (that stolen knowledge is the reason Clyde is so furious with Craig in yesterday’s picture)—which gets Tweek even more fired up: “How could you keep this a secret? Why didn’t you tell me, man?" Because they are boyfriends now and Tweek thought Craig wouldn’t have Clyde-secrets any more.
But Craig gives him a cuddle [not pictured] and tells Tweek it should actually make him happy, because it means Craig will keep Tweek-secrets from Clyde—it means Craig is trustworthy. 
This is pleasing to Tweek, and he and Craig go on a date of their own [also not pictured]. And some time later, they go on a double date with Clyde and his special someone [also not pictured, part II]. And Tweek doesn’t mind the secret smiles Craig has with Clyde, because Tweek has his own with Craig—and now with Clyde, and with Clyde’s special someone, too.
Thank you and good night.

arvyyuula:

i don’t know what im doing anymore

~

I can’t help thinking these pictures are connected to the one Arvy posted yesterday, where Clyde is all riled up at Craig.

Here, in the panel on the left, Tweek sees Clyde on a date with a certain unbelievable someone and, all excited, rushes off to tell Craig about it.

But Craig doesn’t have anything like the reaction Tweek is expecting. He starts questioning Craig about his mild non-response and, when Craig cracks a smug little grin, Tweek realizes he knew about it already (that stolen knowledge is the reason Clyde is so furious with Craig in yesterday’s picture)—which gets Tweek even more fired up: “How could you keep this a secret? Why didn’t you tell me, man?" Because they are boyfriends now and Tweek thought Craig wouldn’t have Clyde-secrets any more.

But Craig gives him a cuddle [not pictured] and tells Tweek it should actually make him happy, because it means Craig will keep Tweek-secrets from Clyde—it means Craig is trustworthy. 

This is pleasing to Tweek, and he and Craig go on a date of their own [also not pictured]. And some time later, they go on a double date with Clyde and his special someone [also not pictured, part II]. And Tweek doesn’t mind the secret smiles Craig has with Clyde, because Tweek has his own with Craig—and now with Clyde, and with Clyde’s special someone, too.

Thank you and good night.

arvyyuula:

a picture i drew for Miaou <3

~
Clyde doesn’t say anything when he gets home, and the glimpse Craig gets of his face before Clyde turns to lean on the wall one-handed as he toes off his shoes prevents Craig from saying anything, either. They didn’t make eye contact and Craig is pretty sure Clyde hasn’t seen him yet. He has a feeling Clyde isn’t in a mood to see anyone just yet. The only way out of this room, though, is through the hallway Clyde is standing in—ah, but there’s the window. Craig glances at it, debating whether it will open without a sound, whether he can be quick and quiet enough.
[[MORE]]
"I didn’t get the part."
Craig turns to look at him. Clyde is smiling like he doesn’t really want to, but he’s doing it anyhow. Craig definitely doesn’t want to, so he doesn’t.
"It’s okay," Clyde says, which is usually Craig’s line, so now Craig doesn’t know what to say. Clyde goes to the window Craig was looking at and stands there, hands braced on the frame, gazing into the evening. 
And then, as Craig is thinking about going out back and climbing the stairs to the second floor porch, knocking to see if Tweek is in and might want some company, Clyde says, “I was thinking.” He doesn’t turn around. “Do you want to go back to South Park?”
"I like it here with you," Craig says, settling back against the wall, arms folded over his chest. He’s not lying. Maybe it took him a while to cotton to California, but he really does like it now. Besides which, he’d like it anywhere with Clyde—but that’s not the sort of thing you say, so Craig closes his mouth before the words can fall off his tongue.
Clyde half-turns from the window. “You do?” His smile is just a little one, so small maybe he doesn’t know it’s there, it’s just the smile couldn’t help itself. 
Craig could probably help himself from smiling back, but he gives in easily. “Yeah.”
Clyde’s smile fades. “Oh. Because I was.” He goes back to looking out the window, the hand he’d taken off the frame when he turned curled in a loose fist at his side now. “I was thinking I might move back to Colorado.”
"What?" Craig never expected to hear this. Where Craig had to warm up to it, Clyde took to Los Angeles like a duck that spent it’s life walking around on land and finally found the pond where it had been born and dove in like a homecoming.
The analogy proves once more why Tweek earns a living writing and Craig is a soda jerk. At least he didn’t say it out loud.
Realizing Clyde hasn’t said anything aloud, either, Craig follows up with, “Why?” and then adds, “Just because you didn’t get this part?”
Shifting to lean sideways next to the window, Clyde uncurls his fist to run his fingers through his hair. “It’s not just this part. It’s all the parts. I can’t book an acting gig to save my life. Or,” he adds, glancing out the window again but not moving otherwise, “to support it.”
Oh. So that’s it. “Clyde—”
"I know what you’re going to say," Clyde interrupts quickly. "But that thing with Gregory Peck was a fluke, an accident. It only happened because I screwed up and Mr. Peck—well, Mr. Peck is a gentleman and a professional." 
The soft, wistful, admiration that seeped into Clyde’s voice at the mention of his idol lingers a split-second as Clyde trails off into memory…then vanishes as he snaps back hard to reality: “So that scene happened, and even made it into the movie, and I got an agent and I was gonna be a star. But I haven’t done anything since and I guess maybe I’m never gonna do anything again. At least that’s what my agent thinks—or, really, I should say my former agent, since he gave me my walking papers last week.”
The news hits Craig like a punch in the gut. It must show on his face, though Clyde misreads what he sees there. “Yeah,” Clyde says. “I know I should have told you when it happened. I was just.” He shrugs. “Embarrassed, I guess.”
"You don’t have to be embarrassed that other people are losers," Craig says.
Clyde’s mouth curves up on one side without smiling. “He’s not the loser, Craig. I am. I can’t even provide food for myself or put a roof over my own head. You do all of that.” The not-smile disappears as Clyde looks at him. “You take care of everything, man, and I’m just.” He shrugs. “Nothing. Or maybe worse—a burden.”
"You’re not a burden." 
"I don’t contribute anything, though."
Craig doesn’t say anything at first. Then he says, “Your dreams.” 
It’s quiet, so he looks up to see if Clyde is listening, and Clyde is looking right at him. “Your dreams,” Craig says again. “That’s what you contribute. When I see you giving your all to make them come true, not giving up no matter what, it makes me think maybe this world isn’t such a bad place, after all, if it’s a place where dreams can be reached.” He glances down, making a face at himself; yeah, he’s definitely no Tweek when it comes to pretty words. 
But when he looks up again, the embarrassment fades away because of the smile on Clyde’s face. It’s not big and wide, but it’s there. It draws Craig in, and he finds himself crossing the floor, standing right in front of Clyde before he knows it.
"So, you know. Don’t give up, okay?" Craig says. "Just keep going for it. Don’t worry about that other stuff; that’s what I’m here for. I’m your Sam," he says, suddenly inspired by the books they’ve been reading. Tweek was so shocked they’d never read The Lord of the Rings, the story that got him started writing fantasy himself, that he gave them each a copy of the trilogy. “You keep focusing on the quest, and just let me focus on you.”
He pushes his face against Clyde’s neck when Clyde hugs him, close enough to smell Clyde underneath the cigarette smoke and the whiskey and ginger of highballs.
"You should do that," Craig says when they part, folding themselves onto the floor, resting their backs against the wall. "You should play Frodo."
Clyde snorts. “No one’s making Lord of the Rings into a movie. Probably no one ever will. You’d have to be kind of a crazy genius to take that on.”
"Kevin might do it," Craig says.
Clyde looks at him. A smile starts to inch onto his face. “Kevin might do it! Tweek could adapt the screenplay.”
"You could play Frodo," Craig says, just to make sure Clyde gets that he’s the star.
"You’ll have to make your screen debut, then," Clyde says. "No one else could ever be the Sam to my Frodo."
A blush creeps up along the back of Craig’s neck, draping itself over the shell of his ears. 
Clyde doesn’t notice, though, or if he does notice he doesn’t care; he’s on a roll now, one of his unstoppable rolls. “Bebe will be Galadriel, of course!”
"She might prefer to be Eowyn," Craig suggests.
"I guess she’ll have to be all the girls," Clyde says.
"Unless we put Tweek in a gown."
Clyde laughs. He doesn’t ask which part Craig is imagining for Tweek, though, because he gets an idea of his own for Tweek: “No, but won’t he be perfect for Smeagol?”
That would be pretty perfect, Craig has to admit. As Clyde goes off to find his ideas notebook, to get everything down before they lose anything, Craig heads to the kitchen to whip up some mashed potatoes and macaroni and cheese. 
While he’s waiting for the water to boil, he goes to check on Clyde and finds him sprawled on the floor on his stomach, legs bent and toes tapping the air as his pen dances across the page.
"Hey," he says, looking up as Craig leans in the doorway, "check this out: Token can do the music!"
"Isn’t Token mostly into jazz and big-band?" Craig asks, careful to keep his tone neutral instead of judgmentally dubious.
"He sure is. But he’s a musical genius. He can do everything. So I’m thinking he can do a medieval-bigband-jazz fusion for this." Clyde’s grin is huge and bright and dauntless. "What do you think?"
Craig grins back. “I think it’s going to be great.” 
He doesn’t just think it. Looking at Clyde right now, he knows it already is.
~
[Notes: I don’t know for sure that this is part of the South Park Hollywood 50s AU that Arvy and I started, but that was my first thought when I saw it. I’ve had it saved in drafts forever while I tried to think of what I wanted to say about it—and then yesterday Arvy shot an arrow through my heart by saying that if Craig is around, Clyde can never be the main character because he’ll just cling on to Craig. And so: this.]

arvyyuula:

a picture i drew for Miaou <3

~

Clyde doesn’t say anything when he gets home, and the glimpse Craig gets of his face before Clyde turns to lean on the wall one-handed as he toes off his shoes prevents Craig from saying anything, either. They didn’t make eye contact and Craig is pretty sure Clyde hasn’t seen him yet. He has a feeling Clyde isn’t in a mood to see anyone just yet. The only way out of this room, though, is through the hallway Clyde is standing in—ah, but there’s the window. Craig glances at it, debating whether it will open without a sound, whether he can be quick and quiet enough.

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arvyyuula:

more sick people. im not really sure about this one i think maybe ive reached the crazy limit.
clyde you idiot you look bloody ridiculous like some sort of tortoise hunchback disney witch

&#8230;
[Welp. When I tried to post this ficbit, I got a &#8220;post doesn&#8217;t exist&#8221; message from tumblr. Then I discovered a couple of people I follow had managed to reblog it before deletion, so I asked Arvy just how much she really hates the picture:
Arvy: &#8220;its okay i don’t hate it you can reblog it *falls over*&#8221;
So here you go.]
~
"You look like&#8230;" Kevin trailed off. It was hard to say exactly what Clyde looked like, but the look definitely demanded commentary, even if it took Kevin&#8217;s last, dying breath. He inhaled shallowly, hoping not to trigger his cough with anything so aggressive and offensive to it as air. 
"You look," he tried again, but where the cough had let him get away with breathing, it wasn&#8217;t so forgiving of words this time. He fell back on his bed as the hacking racked his body. 
When he looked up, he saw Clyde leaning down a little, his head cocked in what Kevin thought might be anticipation. Still lying down, Kevin looked up into his face. &#8220;You look like some sort of tortoise hunchback Disney witch.&#8221; As Clyde considered this without comment, Kevin couldn&#8217;t help asking, &#8220;Why are you wearing sunglasses?&#8221;
"They&#8217;re my sick people glasses, Kevin," Clyde said in all seriousness. 
They looked at each other awhile.
And a little while more.
"I like them," Kevin finally said.
Clyde smiled, like, I know you do. &#8220;You can wear them when you get better,&#8221; he said.
"Okay."
"Something to shoot for," Clyde said. "I know you like to dream big."
"Yeah," Kevin agreed, lifting his hand vaguely in the direction of Clyde&#8217;s face without actually reaching for the sunglasses, without actually touching anything, just letting his fingertips dream.

arvyyuula:

more sick people. im not really sure about this one i think maybe ive reached the crazy limit.

clyde you idiot you look bloody ridiculous like some sort of tortoise hunchback disney witch

[Welp. When I tried to post this ficbit, I got a “post doesn’t exist” message from tumblr. Then I discovered a couple of people I follow had managed to reblog it before deletion, so I asked Arvy just how much she really hates the picture:

Arvy: “its okay i don’t hate it you can reblog it *falls over*”

So here you go.]

~

"You look like…" Kevin trailed off. It was hard to say exactly what Clyde looked like, but the look definitely demanded commentary, even if it took Kevin’s last, dying breath. He inhaled shallowly, hoping not to trigger his cough with anything so aggressive and offensive to it as air. 

"You look," he tried again, but where the cough had let him get away with breathing, it wasn’t so forgiving of words this time. He fell back on his bed as the hacking racked his body. 

When he looked up, he saw Clyde leaning down a little, his head cocked in what Kevin thought might be anticipation. Still lying down, Kevin looked up into his face. “You look like some sort of tortoise hunchback Disney witch.” As Clyde considered this without comment, Kevin couldn’t help asking, “Why are you wearing sunglasses?”

"They’re my sick people glasses, Kevin," Clyde said in all seriousness. 

They looked at each other awhile.

And a little while more.

"I like them," Kevin finally said.

Clyde smiled, like, I know you do. “You can wear them when you get better,” he said.

"Okay."

"Something to shoot for," Clyde said. "I know you like to dream big."

"Yeah," Kevin agreed, lifting his hand vaguely in the direction of Clyde’s face without actually reaching for the sunglasses, without actually touching anything, just letting his fingertips dream.

(Source: arvyuula)

arvyyuula:

i don’t feel well……;w;

#get into bed marsh and shove some tissues up your nose

(Arvy, I’m doing this in advance of the art this time! Hope that’s okay!)

~

"I don’t feel well," Stan said.

Kyle pulled back his phone and looked at it for a second before putting it to his ear again. He listened to Stan breathing. “Well, hello to you, too,” he said.

"I’m not kidding, dude," Stan said, flat-voiced. "I really don’t feel well." Then he sneezed.

Kyle jerked his head away from the phone before he could process rationally that the germs wouldn’t be blasted into ear because they couldn’t cross the same waves as Stan’s voice.

"Dude, get into bed and shove some tissues up your nose."

Some rustling came down the line, and Stan’s voice was muted and muffled in addition to being flat when he said, “Okay, done.”

Stan. Oh Stan, kid. Kyle’s fingers caressed the back of his phone, even though he knew Stan couldn’t feel it or see it or even know it was happening. “Want me to come over?” he asked tentatively. He wasn’t sure whether Stan’s opening line, which he now thought might be an understatement, was a warning or a request.

A gust of breath came down the line, swelled to a cough, trailed off again. “Yeah. If you re—” Stan broke off to cough again. “I mean, yeah, dude. Please.”

Kyle smiled. “I’ll be right there.”

Stan’s breath rose and fell on the other end of the line and somehow Kyle knew Stan had felt his smile, because he could feel Stan’s, too.

arvyyuula:

random nonsense

~ For some reason this feels like an AU to me (maybe because I&#8217;m starting to associate AUs with Arvy, ha ha). There&#8217;s no evidence for this whatsoever but I&#8217;m picturing a lawless, post-apocalyptic world, where the predominant attitude is &#8220;every man for himself&#8221;&#8212;but if you try to go it alone you&#8217;re pretty much doomed, because there&#8217;s always someone stronger or luckier than you.
Tweek&#8217;s been getting by on luck, mostly. Lucky enough to find shadows to stay in, lucky enough that there have been distractions to turn heads the other way so he can dart into the light and get what he needs.
But sooner or later luck always runs out, and Tweek isn&#8217;t too surprised when it happens to him. He&#8217;s more surprised it didn&#8217;t run out sooner. When luck leaves him so does hope. He&#8217;s empty now, and calm in the emptiness: it&#8217;s a certainty that the man with the knife is going to kill him. That&#8217;s as far as Tweek can get in his thinking about it; he doesn&#8217;t get anywhere with feeling about it, which is fine with him.
*CRACK*
The man with the knife disappears&#8212;no, Tweek realizes, looking down: he hasn&#8217;t disappeared, he&#8217;s only fallen, the back if his skull caved in. Tweek looks up again. Oh, he sees: he&#8217;s going to be killed by a boy with a bat instead of a man with a knife. That&#8217;s fine, then.
"&#8230;said, Are you all right? Hey?"
Tweek looks at the boy&#8217;s moving mouth and, connecting it with the sound of words, finally filters their meaning.
"Yes," he says, the calmness inside him swelling to an overwhelming darkness as he feels himself pitch forward, his last thought a mild surprise at how soft the ground is as it wraps around him.

arvyyuula:

random nonsense

~ For some reason this feels like an AU to me (maybe because I’m starting to associate AUs with Arvy, ha ha). There’s no evidence for this whatsoever but I’m picturing a lawless, post-apocalyptic world, where the predominant attitude is “every man for himself”—but if you try to go it alone you’re pretty much doomed, because there’s always someone stronger or luckier than you.

Tweek’s been getting by on luck, mostly. Lucky enough to find shadows to stay in, lucky enough that there have been distractions to turn heads the other way so he can dart into the light and get what he needs.

But sooner or later luck always runs out, and Tweek isn’t too surprised when it happens to him. He’s more surprised it didn’t run out sooner. When luck leaves him so does hope. He’s empty now, and calm in the emptiness: it’s a certainty that the man with the knife is going to kill him. That’s as far as Tweek can get in his thinking about it; he doesn’t get anywhere with feeling about it, which is fine with him.

*CRACK*

The man with the knife disappears—no, Tweek realizes, looking down: he hasn’t disappeared, he’s only fallen, the back if his skull caved in. Tweek looks up again. Oh, he sees: he’s going to be killed by a boy with a bat instead of a man with a knife. That’s fine, then.

"…said, Are you all right? Hey?"

Tweek looks at the boy’s moving mouth and, connecting it with the sound of words, finally filters their meaning.

"Yes," he says, the calmness inside him swelling to an overwhelming darkness as he feels himself pitch forward, his last thought a mild surprise at how soft the ground is as it wraps around him.

birdteeth:

couple of really really sleepy mosquito and toolshed doodles!!!

~
Mosquito is grumpy because his vuvuzela proboscis has been broken.
Fortunately Toolshed is there! &#8220;Don&#8217;t worry,&#8221; he assures Mosquito. &#8220;I&#8217;ll fix it!&#8221; And off he dashes to get what he needs.
This is good news for Mosquito. Toolshed can fix anything&#8212;it&#8217;s his special power, after all.
Unfortunately, Toolshed has been drinking and has forgotten what he is supposed to be fixing. So he just grabs everything he can carry and jogs back with alcohol-fueled optimism&#8230;

birdteeth:

couple of really really sleepy mosquito and toolshed doodles!!!

~

Mosquito is grumpy because his vuvuzela proboscis has been broken.

Fortunately Toolshed is there! “Don’t worry,” he assures Mosquito. “I’ll fix it!” And off he dashes to get what he needs.

This is good news for Mosquito. Toolshed can fix anything—it’s his special power, after all.

Unfortunately, Toolshed has been drinking and has forgotten what he is supposed to be fixing. So he just grabs everything he can carry and jogs back with alcohol-fueled optimism…