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  • low on self-esteem -- p -- so you run on gasoline

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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 1px solid white; height: 140px; width: 120px; background:url(http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/im…=jpg&size=l&tid=126443364) center; background-size: 121%; margin-top: 3px; margin-left: -2px;][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 1px solid white;font-family: arial;text-align: justify;color: white;width: 140px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -1px; margin-top: 4px; margin-left: -2px; font-size: 15px; padding: 5px;][i]I'M THE VIOLENCE IN THE POURING RAIN[/fancypost] [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 1px solid white; width: 270px; height: 231.4px; overflow: auto; font-size: 9.5px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; color: white; font-family: verdana; margin-top: 3.5px; margin-left: 5px; padding: 1px;]Theo almost felt his lips quirk up, a small huff slipping past his lips as Cyrus poked his cheek. [b]"That's rude,"

    he remarked, ice blue eyes shining in the dim light of the room. "Especially after I was so willing to teach you. Really, I'm offended," he scolded playfully, nearly smiling in the process but not quite. Maybe teaching Cyrus [i]basic

    German wouldn't be such a bad idea. He probably heard Theo say enough of it, so really the whole pronunciation aspect shouldn't have been too difficult to grasp. Seriously, German was way easier than English in his honest opinion. There was too much to English; German was pretty simple, but maybe he was just saying that because it was the language of motherland, the language he'd grown up speaking. It probably had something to do with that anyway.




    Shooting the other a mock glare, he then pushed him away albeit softly; definitely not hard enough to send him stumbling or anything. "Well, it is what it is. I don't lie," Theo shrugged, locking eyes with Cyrus momentarily before the shorter male looked away. Even if the other wasn't always right, at least he tried, and that was more than most were willing to do. Theo could relate to that in a way, but his problem was that succeeding... wasn't quite enough. He had to be the best, or else he beat himself up until he was the best. It was safe to say that the platinum blond strived for perfection, and nothing else was worth his time or effort. "I don't doubt," he mused. He probably knew enough about him anyway, considering Theo told him everything.




    And that wasn't an understatement. If he had a problem, he always went straight to Cyrus, and no one else but Cyrus. Granted, he was close to other people, but not in the way he was with the other male. They were tight and practically joined at the hip for that matter. If Cyrus went then so did he which was saying something since Theo rarely followed. He wss independent and paved his own path, but there was just something about the other that kept pulling him in. To save the mushy details, the bottom line was he wasn't afraid to tell Cyrus anything.




    So maybe that was why he said that he was leaving so easily and without the slightest bit of hesitance. Cyrus would understand, right? It was obvious to Theo that was upset, but... he had to realize that this was what was best for him. They still had nearly half of the school year left, and staying with Emory wasn't an option anymore. Hell, his brother probably wouldn't even notice he was gone until someone bothered to ask. Did that thought hurt? Yes, but he'd gotten over Emory hating his guts. Regardless he was still his brother, Theo still loved him; he just wasn't going to get himself killed over staying with him. "You knew I would say that," Theo amended. More money would have been nice, but practically taking it fron someone else... just really didn't settle well with him. At all.




    Maybe he would have kept his mouth shut if he had known Cyrus was going to get so upset. Then again, he... he said he loved him back, and for a brief momenr it felt like an immense weight had been lifted off of his chest. It felt like he could breath, and it felt amazing. If the situation had been a better one, Theo might've even been elated. But of course it wasn't, and he was stressed, and Cyrus was crying, and everything was a mess.




    Feeling Cyrus's arms wind their way around him in an instant, Theo sighed before resting his head against the other's. He gently kneaded his fingers into his back, trying to calm him down, but Theo had never been the best at comforting, mostly because he just wasn't used to it. He did try for Cyrus's sak though. Seeing the other so distraught was a lot more upsetting than Theo would have liked to admit, so he simply did his best to calm Cyrus down. Not that he was exactly hysterical, but seeing him cry hadn't exactly been on Theo's agenda.




    It was... a bit confusing to say the least when Cyrus said that he wanted to go with him. "What?" he asked, dark eyebrows as he pulled back just enough to look down at the other. "Cyrus, you can't-- you can't just..." He couldn't just leave with him. He needed to stay home and finish school and do something with his life, and-- and not waste it with Theo out of all people. At the same time though, the other sounded so desperate; on the other hand, he also sounded like he wasn't goinf to take "no" for an answer. So after swallowing down his better judgement, Theo then answered with a, "Let's go pack your bags then." They were leaving tonight, and Theo wasn't going to change his mind about that. That way they could be out of the city and then some by morning; they could could take his car, and Cyrus could sleep (he looked like he needed it), but right now they needed to move.




    So much for his lone wolf strategy.

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  • low on self-esteem -- p -- so you run on gasoline

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    he remarked playfully. Theo honestly hadn't had the best night (if that much hadn't been obvious) but being around Cyrus always made things a bit more tolerable so he really didn't too much. "No, it's really not," he replied simply. "That's the last time I teach you anything." That was an obvious lie though considering how light his tone of voice was. If the other wanted to know, then odds were he would probably tell him since that was just how Theo was. Besides, if anything, at least Cyrus had learned something, even if it wasn't exactly the most useful piece of information.




    Sticking his tongue out at the other in the retort, he then scoffed, "Oh please. If anything I'm brutally honest." Which was kind of true. Theo... wasn't exactly the most sensitive person. He didn't really feel for people the way most did, and sympathy was definitely something he lacked, but he guessed he didn't have much left to give. He'd had a shit life, so he didn't exactly feel bad for others, especially not after what he had had to deal with. It made him seem a bit insensitive at times, but that was just the way Theo and his "suck it up, buttercup" worked. You either loved or hated him, there wasn't a huge in between. "Because if I did you would probably just complain until I agreed," Theo said simply without missing a beat. Not to say Cyrus wasn't right because he definitely was.




    It was kind of hard for Theo to imagine a life without Cyrus. The bottom line was though he never would have met him if his parents hadn't died, and that... was kind of upsetting when he thought about it. He might've never met him if that hadn't happened; he would have probably never stepped foot into the United States otherwise. So if anything at least out of all the bad, he'd managed to find a diamond in the rough.




    Leaving the other wasn't exactly his first choice or his favourite choice, but really what other option did he have? Going back home was a no-go, and it wasn't like he could just camp out at Cyrus's forever. He had enough to at least get him somewhere, and that was all he needed. If he could just make things work until he found stable ground, he'd be okay. "Thank you," Theo murmured because he [i]was

    grateful for the fact that Cyrus had decided to drop it. He already had enough on his plate.




    If Theo was going to be honest, he wasn't sure what he should have expected from Cyrus. He would have liked to say that he knew the other better than that, but it was hard to predict his reactions, especially to something like your best friend casually admitting that they were in love with you. It was obvious the other hadn't been expecting it either, but a part of Theo really wasn't all that surprised by Cyrus's emotional response because... it was a pretty Cyrus-esque reaction to put it plainly.




    But that didn't mean that Theo was okay with seeing him cry, okay? He never was, but all he could really bring himself to do was stand there and hold him, just to let him get it out. Rocking on his heels, he slowly tightened his grip on the other before sighing in quiet relief as the other's sobs came to a staggering hault. "Are you going to be alright?" he asked, slowly pulling away but not completely.




    Theo really couldn't understand why Cyrus would want to go with him, but he guessed he could kind of see where he was coming from. If the tables had been turned then Theo would've been all up for tagging along no questions asked. Hell, he probably wouldn't have even asked; he would've just gotten into the car without a word. "Yeah," he answered with a nod, unable to keep the smile off his face as the other basically crushed him in a hug. "Please don't break my ribs or neither of us will be going anywhere," he said softly, but it was obviously playful. When Cyrus did let go and moved to hustle up to his bedroom, Theo was quick to follow.




    Leaning against the doorway, he watched the other amble around his bedroom and aimlessly stuff clothes into a bag he'd grabbed off the ground. With eyes that held the slightest hint of affection, he then replied, "Like, as soon as you're packed. We need to go ASAP." They could be a few hundred miles out before sunrise if they were lucky, especially considering how Theo drove.

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  • low on self-esteem -- p -- so you run on gasoline

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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 1px solid white; height: 140px; width: 120px; background:url(http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/im…=jpg&size=l&tid=126443364) center; background-size: 121%; margin-top: 3px; margin-left: -2px;][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 1px solid white;font-family: arial;text-align: justify;color: white;width: 140px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -1px; margin-top: 4px; margin-left: -2px; font-size: 15px; padding: 5px;][i]I'M THE VIOLENCE IN THE POURING RAIN[/fancypost] [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 1px solid white; width: 270px; height: 231.4px; overflow: auto; font-size: 9.5px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; color: white; font-family: verdana; margin-top: 3.5px; margin-left: 5px; padding: 1px;][b]"Oh, that's easy: Theo,"

    he remarked sarcastically, doing his best to keep a straight face. Save for the fact that he'd nearly been beaten within an inch of his life (and cried, oh God, that was literally the worst part) it hadn't exactly been an awful night, really. He'd had worse anyway. "Yeah, probably. Definitely not tonight, but eventually I can." He might as well have. Who knew, maybe it would be fun trying to teach the other a bit about his native language. It wasn't too terribly difficult to learn; English was way more challenging in his opinion.




    Straightening up just slightly, he then hummed, "Planned on it." If there was anything good about being as insensitive as he was, it was that he really didn't care about other people's opinions. If someone disliked him, big deal, he didn't really care. Then again, he was relatively aware that he could come off as an unsympathetic prick at times even when he didn't mean to be. It was a force of habit really, and somewhere in the back of his mind he wished he could have been nicer, but he just... wasn't. Even as a kid, he'd been exceptionally harsh and apathetic. "Better than I know myself honestly," he mused with a nonchalant shrug. Well, it was true.




    Regardless of how he acted, a part of Theo was actually pretty terrifed about the idea of running away. He was plenty independent, it was just... he would really and truly be on his own with no support net whatsoever by tomorrow. He'd honestly been hoping to make it up until graduation, but at the rate things were going Theo really didn't think he would be able to make it. His relationship with Emory was only getting worse and worse, and he was walking proof of that.




    Still, he wanted to ask how Cyrus felt about it even if his mind was set although he quickly talked himself out of that. The other was obviously upset, and if he said anything even remotely negative (which Theo doubted he would because Cyrus was Cyrus but still) then the blond knew he would have to stay. It would have crushed him to leave his best friend if he knew how his absense would actually affect him, so with that he kept to himself.




    Then again, apparently a lot of things weren't going to plan because one moment they were good, and then the next Cyrus was crying in his arms. A pretty drastic turn of events, but Theo guessed it was for the greater good. At least now he knew the feelings were mutual, which was pretty relieving to put it plainly. Not that that took away any of his other problems, but it was a start. "I'll be fine," he sighed before nodding. He wasn't even concern about himself, he was way more worried about Cyrus; that was kind of how he was always was when it came down to it.




    Of course though, with yet another turn of events, his plans had quickly changed from riding solo to letting Cyrus tag along. What he supposed to do though? Tell him "no"? Because he knew for a fact that that wasn't going to fly. Cyrus would've only argued and annoyed the fuck out of him until he had agreed, so Theo didn't see much point in arguing. Besides, he honestly seemed like he wanted to go, so who was he to tell him otherwise? "I would appreciate it if you didn't," the German teen retorted, sighing in faint relief when he was released moments later. Well, that worked.




    Much to his surprise, Cyrus packed quickly and before he knew it was walking right uo to him and stating that he was ready to go. "You sure you have everything you want?" he asked, just to make sure. Hesitantly, he then turned on his heels to start back down the hall and stairs. "Mhm, I figured you would want to sleep during the drive so." Granted, Theo was a bit tired, but he wasn't absolutely exhausted. He still had a few good hours in him, but Cyrus looked nothing short of some, and Theo wanted him to get all of the sleep he could obviously.

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  • water flows and so do we / private

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px;][justify]"I bet I could be," Fern retorted in an almost challenging tone, brushing his thumb over the other's cheekbone and cupping his jaw. "I can be mean if I want to." Which... was kind of a lie. Fern didn't have a single mean bone in his body, and it was hard for him to recall an instance when he had felt so much as frustrated by another person. Granted, he got annoyed on occasion, but generally speaking he was just a mellow person, and he didn't really get angry. Being patient and easy-tempered countered his overprotective and opinionated mind so. That was really all there was to it. At least he was an apparently decent boyfriend. That was always relieving to know.


    Fern wrinkled his nose and made a soft noise of discontent as Harley continued only to relax seconds later when he stopped. Sighing, he carded his fingers to the other's hair and tilted his head enough to press a kiss to his temple. "Don't tempt me," he warned, humming in contentment as he was squeezed and pulled closer to Harley's solid form. He wasn't lying when he said he could have fallen asleep there. It wouldn't have been hard anyway, not when he felt so comfortable and safe. "Dunno," he said, yawning enough to make his jaw crack. "You're pretty comfortable." But that wasn't to say that the other's bed didn't sound tempting.


    There wasn't much point in arguing, not when Harley was right. Instead, he just huffed and shrugged before lifting his free hand in order to rub at his eyes. He really didn't want to go to bed, but he felt like he would physically have to at some point. Exhausted was slowly becoming an understatement, and he was so tired that even his coordination was lacking. "I don't want to go to sleep though," he mumbled, but Fern really didn't have it in him to sound even slightly defiant. Harley seemed set on ushering him into bed somehow, so... what was the point of telling him otherwise? Not that Fern didn't appreciate the concern, he just wanted to spend time with his boyfriend; he never got enough of that, and he hoped the feeling was at least somewhat mutual. "That's such a long walk though... all the way down the hall.." he murmured, blinking his tired golden eyes rapidly in an attempt to wake himself up. "Carry me?" It was more of a request than a suggestion; he wasn't the most demanding of souls.


    Still set in his ways, Fern only smiled and shook his head, pale peach curls mimicking the movement. "Nobody deserves anything." He was a modest person, humble in every sense of the word, so Fern obviously wasn't about to have any of the other's argument. "I'll be fine," he insisted. It wasn't like he was totally famished. If he was, then he would've quickly taken the other's offer up. "You really shouldn't eat before going to bed anyway," the young man remarked, feeling a small smile ghost over his features as his hand was kissed. "Don't call me that, gross," he laughed lightly, voice rasp with fatigue. "And no, don't worry about it, really." Persuasion wasn't about to work on him, not when he had his mind set. He didn't want the other doting over him, and with that being said Fern wasn't going to allow him to.


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    prEACH
    i know maybe five guys my age who are decent people and it's just
    kinda sad actually?


    we can do that! (bc i was thinking something similar since i'm cliché garbage too)
    also bc coming up with original ideas is hard and i have no creativity whatsoever
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: center; font-size: 8pt; font-family: Georgia; color: white]muse a is hella famous (for whatever reason - musician, actor, model, etc.) and creates a fake fan account on twitter/tumblr to feel kinda closer to fans, and it’s all good, and no one really knows it’s them, and they're getting to know what fans want from them but then comes muse b, who’s so completely in love with muse a. the two begin to talk, and they become friends. soon they’re texting constantly, and muse b tells muse a everything and fans about their idol to them, and they’ve both caught feelings really badly. so one day muse b gets a little scared that they're being catfished so they ask muse a to video call them. out of fear of losing muse b, muse a agrees and, surprise bitch, it’s their idol.


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    heyo, thanks for reading this far, you precious gumdrop. long story short, i'm really feeling fluffy plots right now so yeah. i'll be playing muse a while you play muse b. i don't have any real requirements other than be somewhat active and be prepared to write at least one to two paragraphs per post since i'm a picky little brat like that. tbh i don't need a form for your character, but some basic info would be nice, like their name, age, and appearance (anime pic/faceclaim pls)! just do whatever's easiest for you.

  • low on self-esteem -- p -- so you run on gasoline

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 430px; font-size: 20px; text-align: justify; font-family: ms mincho; line-height: 11px; margin-top: -4px;]✧ — THEO K. FÖRESTER[/fancypost]
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 410px; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; line-height: 11px; margin-top: 8px;][hr]It was easy for Theo to switch from the sobbing mess he had been ten minutes ago to his regular self. Maybe it had something to do with his unwavering pride or Cyrus's presence (probably both - no, definitely both) but he was doing his best to forget what had happened. It wasn't exactly healthy, but he tended to repress bad memories rather than just accept them for what they were. It helped him cope though, and he guessed that everyone had different ways of managing their problems. "I don't really think I can teach you to be that fluent. The basics I can do though." Still, Cyrus had a point. It would've been pretty sweet to be able to talk to each other in German, but that was a distant thought if any at all.


    "S'always nice to know you don't expect much from me," he jabbed back, but it had a playful vibe to it. It was too light to be taken seriously anyway, but that was the way he always was around Cyrus which was pretty different compared to how he treated everyone else. He was softer towards the other and definitely a lot more careful; he had a filter around him, and playing nice was easy. With everyone else, he was just as spiteful and reserved as always. Cyrus was just... really special to him, and he didn't want to fuck up their friendship by saying anything immensely stupid. Theo could be a bit insensitive sometimes, and he wasn't really sure if Cyrus could always take that, so he was a bit more gentle with him. Granted, he didn't treat him like fine china- he was still Theo, and with that being said he had no problem pushing him around, but it was more endearing in a way, if you could even call it that.


    There were a lot of things Theo hadn't expected to happen that night. For example, he hadn't been expecting to get the living shit knocked out of him the second he had stepped a foot into his house. Having an emotional breakdown in front of his best friend hadn't exactly been on the agenda, and neither had to the idea of running away. With that being said, he had basically given up all hope on planning, so maybe it wasn't totally mind blowing that he had agreed to let Cyrus tag along. He still wasn't exactly happy about the notion, but what else was he supposed to do? Tell him no? Because that definitely wouldn't have worked, not with the other anyway.


    He couldn't help but worry though. It would have been different if he had been going along, but now with Cyrus he felt oddly responsible for the other's well-being, and he could already tell that that was the start of something absolutely terrible. When it came down to it, Theo could be a bit overprotective, and he seriously didn't know how well the whole 'running away together' thing would work. He didn't have any destination planned, they were just leaving, but Theo felt awfully compelled to come up with a plan ASAP now. They were both terribly young, not even out of high school, and the list of shit that could have gone wrong was astronomical. So yeah, he was kind of freaked out to put it lightly.


    Theo gave him a questioning look before nodding slowly. If Cyrus said he had everything he needed then he was going to take his word for it. Then again, he supposed there wasn't much to take in the first place. After all, Theo had packed pretty lightly himself; he didn't really have any treasured items save for the rosary his mom had given him when he was like, seven, but he had tied that around his wrist years ago. Not that he was big on Catholicism or really any branch of Christianity to be honest, but it gave him something to remember his parents by, so he didn't dare take it off. "Define too well," he remarked, glancing back at the other as they distended the staircase.


    Honestly, Theo didn't see them getting very far before he physically had to stop somewhere and sleep, but he figured he could get about a hundred miles under his belt before that happened. That was what he was hoping for anyway. "Why would I be scared? I want to do this," he answered as he stepped outside after Cyrus, blue eyes taking in the storm; the storm that he would have to drive through, and with that thought he held in a groan. "And even if I was, I'm desperate, Cyrus. Anything is better than going back." Well, it was true. He couldn't stay with Emory anymore, and there was nowhere else for him to go; running away was really his only option. Throwing the hood of his jacket up, the pale-haired then trailed (read: sprinted because rain was a no-go) over to his car and threw the front door open, sliding inside the driver's seat with haste. He then pocketed his keys and precariously shoved them into the ignition before bringing the vehicle to life. With that, he then reached over to turn the heater in full blast before leaning back into his seat. He wanted to feel a thrill out of the idea of leaving, but he couldn't. There was no adrenaline rush, just worry and paranoia. Hopefully, it would all work out though; if it didn't, then he would make it.


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  • water flows and so do we / private

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-size: 8pt; font-family: georgia; color: white; width: 450px;]Smiling softly as Harley leaned into his touch, Fern then hummed and shook his head, "I wouldn't dream of it." Mostly because he wasn't sure how. Fern was just inadvertently nice and polite, almost like it was ingrained into him. There were times when he would've liked to be more outspoken, but he was honestly happy with himself. For the most part anyway. "I don't know if I could ever be scary... I'm not exactly the most intimidating person," he mused, feeling heat rise to his face as the other kissed his wrist. It was just a cute gesture, alright? That was all, really. Anyways, back to the whole anger thing; the bottom line was that Fern really didn't get mad. He was tolerant like that, and most people didn't bother him unless he felt like they were honestly trying to piss him off; even then the young man chose to kill with kindness. Being chloeric and and close-minded never seemed to solve anything, so he chose to stay away from negative energy like that. Granted, he was sure everyone had a breaking point; his was just very, very high, and there wasn't much that he could ever imagine truly upsetting him enough to make him livid. Irriated maybe but never vexatious. In spite of his pacifist attitude though, Fern was still very capable of standing up for himself, and he had no problem doing so given the right situation.


    It was kind of nice, just being so close to Harley. Their relationship was a bit strained in the sense that they didn't get to spend as much time together as he would have liked, but... if anything it made him appreciate the other all the more. Harley meant the world to him, and even though it would've been nice to be more open with him outside the sanctity of their homes, Fern was okay with the way things were as long as he still got to be around the other. Feeling Harley tilt his head and bring their lips together, Fern couldn't help but smile before a small laugh bubbled up from his throat. "So needy," he mumbled, but it was lighthearted and playful, definitely not anything to be taken seriously. "It's true though," he couldn't help but mumble into the other's chest, trailing his fingers over his collarbone and shoulders. Fern tilted his chin up a bit to look at the other as he trailed one of his arm up his back, affection constricting his heart as he brushed a hand through his pale and messy hair. "Well, you're not wrong," Fern retorted with a quiet laugh, dropping his forehead bsck against the taller man's broad chest.


    Hearing the other laugh, Fern grinned against the fabric of his shirt before reaching out to pinch his forearm. Softly of course, but it was still a pinch. "Stop laughing at me," he huffed with mock indignation. Not that he much offense to it or at all really. Why would he? There was no reason to, especially when he knew there were good intentions behind it. Besides, Harley's laugh... Fern really didn't know how to put it, but it did some really weird shit to his heart, to the point that he could feel it doing triple salchows in his chest, and he was honestly okay with. "You're such a bully, I shouldn't have to deal with this," he tried to argue, but his voice came out in a way that even he couldn't take seriously. Oh well, at least he'd tried. That should have counted for something.


    Fern immediately perked up as Harley agreed to carry him, and with that he was wrapping his thin arms around his neck and getting up on his toes to press needy kisses to his cheeks and lips. "Thank you, thank you," he cooed, golden eyes half-lidded but shining as he thought nothing of the other's faux enthusiasm. However, he couldn't help but laugh quietly when he said he owed him. "Oh, of course, baby, whatever you want. I'd do anything for you," he hummed as he pressed a kiss to the side of his lips. It wasn't a total lie after all; actually, it was pretty close to tbe truth. If it was in his power, he would have done it for the other, but he tried not to dote on that too long as the other effortlessly picked him up, and once he was situated comfortably against him he was back to pushing melodramatic kisses to the side of his boyfriend's face. "Love me and take care of me; that's a start anyway," he answered before leaning his up against the other's and smiling as he planted kisses over the shell of his shoulder. "You do a really good job of that already though, so I don't think we have too much to worry about." Fern was without a doubt grateful to have Harley. Aside from loving him to bits, he really did feel a connection with him and was generally happy to be a part of his life. It felt like that was the way things were supposed to be, and-- and he was honestly okay with that.


    Teetering between the edge of consciousness, Fern admittedly didn't even notice that they were in the other's bedroom until Harley was settling him down on the mattress and unhooking with his legs of his waist. He managed to stay upright, rubbing at his eyes vigorously once he had let Harley go in an attempt to stay awake for just a bit longer. Finally he blinked his eyes open, pale lashes fluttering against his cheeks until he managed to catch his lover's affectionate gaze and then his attention was caught again. Smiling languidly, he then nodded and leaned forward to kiss him for a second or two before he was sitting back up. Yawning for the umpteenth time, he then reached out to trace the curve of the other's cheek before nodding, a brief "Alright," passing his lips along with something along the lines of "love you," and then he was maneuvering his way under the covers, stretching his lithe body out from underneath the mass of blankets. He'd be liable to kick them off in an hour anyway, so might as well enjoy it while he could.


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    it's so tru tho
    like that's actually common in a lot of people i know
    and my bisexual ass isn't picky okay i'll take what i can get i just want them to be nice and relatively intelligent that's not rly a lot but at the same time?? it is??


    preach it we can be uncreative together
    and oh no decisions why u gotta do me like that
    but idk maybe one?? bc bbys don't deserve two sets of douchey parents,,, they're too pure for that,,

  • low on self-esteem -- p -- so you run on gasoline

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 430px; font-size: 20px; text-align: justify; font-family: ms mincho; line-height: 11px; margin-top: -4px;]✧ — THEO K. FÖRESTER[/fancypost]
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    My blood is a flood of rubies, precious stone
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 410px; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; line-height: 11px; margin-top: 8px;][hr]With a soft sigh, he then closed his eyes before nodding. "Of course we can. Learning another language takes time though so I doubt we'll be saying much to each other for awhile. You're smart though, you'll pick it up fast," Theo remarked with the faintest of smiles if you could even call it that. It was something more akin to his lips simply perking up an eighth of an inch, but... at least he was in a good mood, right? It wasn't like he minded teaching Cyrus after all because the other was right, it would be pretty cool for them to talk in German even if odds were they'd be limited. Regardless it was still a neat concept. Besides he didn't think it would be too hard for Cyrus. German could be kind of tricky, but the other was pretty sharp in his opinion so he had faith in him.


    "You can't trust me, really?" he huffed, but it was lighthearted as he sent the other male a look that reflefted accusation. He begged to differ. Cyrus told him everything, and thus Theo knew everything. Of course it was information he kept strictly classified (obviously) but it was still nice to know that Cyrus cared enough to tell him. Theo even knew the more gritty and embarrassing details, and if that wasn't friendship he wasn't sure what was. On the other hand, Theo told him everything too and had no problem doing so. It was just... easy to talk to Cyrus, so he did even if he wasn't the most open person.


    The idea of bringing Cyrus along however was still fresh in his mind, and he wasn't sure if he would be able to overlook it completely. In a way, it was kind of nice to know his best friend would be with him because he had no idea what to expect, but at the same time he was scared for them. He worried about Cyrus enough as is, and now he was only being given more incentive to do so. It wasn't like he didn't think the other could take care of himself because he knew was capable, Theo was just protective like that, alright? Not to the point that it was overbearing- he was subtle about it really- but it still stressed him out. Hopefully things would run along smoothly though, and they would have nothing to worry about that.


    Once they were comfortably situated in the car, Theo sighed, watching the rain beat down on the windshield. It was soothing in a way, and maybe he would have been relaxed by it if it weren't for the fact that he knew what he was about to do. He knew he had the opportunity to stop everything right then and there, but... he still didn't. It was what he wanted, and he was going to follow through with it. He could do it, they could do, and then everything would be fine. Probably. And even if everything went to shit, at least he'd put up a valiant effort.


    He was just about to throw the car into reverse when his hand was so suddenly, and before he knew it Cyrus had their finfers interlocked. Theo blinked, staring down at their hands and fingers for a few more moments before he realized that maybe Cyrus was a bit more scared than he was, and he couldn't blame him. Theo might not have been scared, but he was worried so in a way he could relate. Squeezing the other's hand gently, he then looked over at him. "Hey, it's okay," he murmured, still keeping his grip on his friend's hand. "I'm fine, you're fine, everything is fine, and we're going to be alright. Just trust me," he soothed, brushing his thumb over the other a knuckles. Even if he wasn't sure at least he could try to make it sound convincing. "Sleep for awhile, okay? I'll drive for a bit, find us a place to stay, and then we can really think this out, does that sound good?" Theo asked him, trying desperately to calm his nerves.


    (aye it's fine bby
    don't worry about replying if you're busy! finals are v important so i understand - i hope you do well
    but also i feel your pain bc i have finals next week and yeah no thank you[hr][/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 430px; font-size: 11px; text-align: center; font-family: ms mincho; line-height: 11px; margin-top: -4px;]code by lightsy[/fancypost]

  • conspire with niykee -- open

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-size: 8pt; font-family: georgia; color: white; width: 450px;]hey there, my name's cam! but i wouldn't mind if you called me niykee. long story short, my muse is relatively high, and even though i have a few little threads going on at the moment, summer break is rapidly approaching for me, and i would like to get a few more rp's under my belt. honestly, i'm pretty mellow, and i only have a couple "rules" that i firmly stand by.


    i: understand that i'm a forgetful little shit, so if i don't reply in a few days, bump me. also, i don't particularly care about how often you post, but at least once a week would be nice if you can.
    ii: please be at least semi-advanced. i can't stand it when i give a detailed, long reply and then someone replies to it by saying "the wind blew." just have proper grammar, punctuation, and be literate.


    now here's my list of what i will and won't do:


    I WILL ALWAYS DO:
    - b/b
    - nonbinary/transgender characters
    - fluffy, domestic rp's
    - reckless teens
    - wEREWOLVES [wheezes] if we do a werewolf thread together, i'll probably love you forever
    - also demons yes
    - forbidden love
    - age gaps as long as they're not too extreme
    - gangs
    - post-apocalyptic rp's
    - dark themes, like addiction and violence and junk
    - dystopian societies
    - arranged marriages
    - if you ask, there's a 99% chance i'll try it


    I'M NOT A FAN OF:
    - g/b, it's not my cup of tea personally
    - animals
    - anything that has to do with sexual violence or nonconsensual "romance" ugh
    - bands/celebrities, but i'm fine with oc's obviously

  • water flows and so do we / private

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    bby do you just wanna
    timeskip now
    bc i'm a lazy little shit


    tHERE ARE JUST SO MANY ASSHOLES AND I JUST
    I'M GOING TO BUY AN ISLAND, AND I'LL CREATE MY OWN COMMUNITY OF ACCEPTING INDIVIDUALS
    and it'll be great. we'll be our own peaceful country and it'll be great


    too pure too good
    bless their hearts
    i really don't even wanna put them through this like
    they don't deserve this
    just let them get married and live their lives
    my precious sons u g h
    aNYWAYS
    i honestly kind of feel like fern's parents would be the sickeningly supportive type, and that's why he's so nice?? bc his parents are the same way only ten times showy about it?? like the kind who are like "you do whatever makes you happy, and we'll back you up 110%!!!" and like it's embarrassing how supportive they are but
    i could also see them being total pricks too so i mean
    but also if it was harley's parents?? like aww poor bby?? save him, he doesn't deserve that

  • conspire with niykee -- open

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-size: 8pt; font-family: georgia; color: white; width: 450px;]b/b and nb/b are probably at the top of my list right now tbh. do you have a preference between the two? ovo


    omg noice. that leaves a ton of wiggle room at least heh. is there anything you're particularly up for at the moment tho? because i'm an indecisive bean who has no idea how to make up their mind 98.6% percent of the time. also i would be more than okay with tying werewolves into the mix yeees

  • conspire with niykee -- open

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-size: 8pt; font-family: georgia; color: white; width: 450px;]then it'll probably be a surprise tbh because i have a little nb bby i've been wanting to use, but i also have a ton of precious dudes so like.
    yeah, it'll be a surprise. cx


    we can be indecisive together. /throws confetti ahh, i love forbidden romance. they're rly rly fun in my opinion so we can definitely do that! we might have to do a bit of plotting tho since i have like no ideas for that kind of stuff right now whoops. and that's sad because i normally have too many ideas.

  • conspire with niykee -- open

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-size: 8pt; font-family: georgia; color: white; width: 450px;]o mg yeees, i've been craving a reckless teen rp for so long. tbh i don't really have any set in stone plots either, but i have a ton of little ideas as well. we can just kind of go with the flow and work out in the roleplay if you want?

  • To fall in Love with your Best-friend... (Semi. Adv. MxM. PAFP) (Needs Seme!)

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    hikaru


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    School wasn't exactly Hikaru's favourite place to be, and not for the reason that most people thought. It wasn't the fact that he had to do work, but more so just the general population. Don't get him wrong, he got along with most people, and he was probably seen as a social butterfly because he admittedly was, but everyone came to the point where they just wanted to take a break which was why summer was so important to him. Now that he thought about it, it would be his last summer break, but he chose not to dwell on that for too long. He had three whole months to do whatever he wanted, and quite frankly he planned to use that to his advantage.


    So when the bell rang, Hikaru was one of the first to weasel his way out of the room and into the hall, using his impeccable height to his advantage for once. Most of the time it really did suck, but having long legs was always a pro when you were trying to get somewhere unless you lacked balance which Hikaru did, but he was on a mission, okay? And that mission was to get the hell out of dodge, and as long as he didn't break his face along the way then all was good.


    Managing to squeeze his way out of the double doors that led to the outside, he sighed, running a hand through his messy golden blond hair before taking a second to look around. He really wasn't worried about getting pushed around or knocked over by anyone; they probably would've fell back themselves before they managed to shove him out of the way so he was particularly concerned. Scanning his dark blue eyes over the crowd one more time, he tried to pinpoint-- and there Tadashi was. Stuck out like a sore thumb always, but maybe that was just because Hikaru could spot him so quickly now. "Tadashi!" he barked in order to get the other male's attention before trekking over towards him, pace far more leisure than it had been now that he was out of the school.

  • conspire with niykee -- open

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-size: 8pt; font-family: georgia; color: white; width: 450px;]ayye so i'm really into the idea of a werewolf/human kind of thing because that sounds gr9 tbh. like the werewolf could have a really strict pack and would have to sneak around and just yeeeah. and like the human possibly not knowing what's up omg.

  • conspire with niykee -- open

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-size: 8pt; font-family: georgia; color: white; width: 450px;]and the werewolf constantly has to get them out of the trouble they've caused u g h. also yes to the drama with werewolf hunters i like it. [thumbs up emoji]
    i'm honestly,,, really pumped for this now? like wow this is sudden

  • low on self-esteem -- p -- so you run on gasoline

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    sssh i'm not sweet
    i'm your worst nightmare /is actually as intimidating as a wet kitten


    okay since i'm a lazy brat, would you be cool if i just timeskipped now? bc driving is lame af and boring, you feel me

  • conspire with niykee -- open

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-size: 8pt; font-family: georgia; color: white; width: 450px;]so the rundown of what we have is werewolf meets human, and all is good, and then it isn't good yes i love it five stars from me
    before we get anywhere else tho
    do you wanna play the werewolf or the human because i have literally no preference