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Homesickness and Experimentation
The Nether was truly perilous.
Two lives had been lost to the cruel domain. It stole and stole the life that organisms thrived upon, and stole even more. The Nether stripped its inhabitants of all things that linked them to any other dimension. The Nether was a horrid entity that hungered for all creatures that wandered in and out of its realm to become one with its lands.
Scott knew this well. But he still needed the resources.
The transporter entered the Nether with a vague knowledge of it. Lava tended to be everywhere, so he couldn't just teleport freely like he could on the Overworld. Monsters of all kinds resided here, too, and there were certain requirements to fulfil in order to ensure he didn't get attacked.
So, hastily crafting a pair of golden boots and pulling them onto his feet, he continued on.
He landed somewhere beautiful. Because whilst the Nether was dangerous and unforgiving, it was beautiful in a way no other dimension could be. Scott had been spat out of his portal in a corner of the Nether with greenish-blue and pearly colours everywhere. The warm hues of the faded light of lava cast contrasting tones of light onto the cool-coloured area.
Looking down at his body, pale and adorned with colours of teal and orange, there was the strange feeling that he somewhat belonged here. As if, somehow, this area was made with him in mind. Or perhaps he had been created in the image of this part of the Nether.
But he wasn't in the right area. So, Scott attempted to return home via the sheep he'd marked before his departure.
...
Nothing. He was just in a different area. The generic part of the Nether, with lava flowing everywhere, the dull crimson of netherrack and the faint growls of creatures.
Scott tried again. Tried teleporting back home again.
Still nothing. There was still lava everywhere. The heat was absolutely scorching. If he'd been Martyn, he probably wouldn't have survived more than a couple minutes.
Well. All he could do now was make his own portal and see where on the Overworld he ended up.
Only, he didn't have obsidian on him. Not enough for a return portal.
This was going to be a long day. Or was it nighttime?
---
Sparrow had been working for hours.
Staring at the machinery, hoping it would assemble itself, he let his mind wander. This may not work. He may not be able to get powers like this. After all, there was no guarantee that he actually was a hybrid.
Although he remembered, before his journey here, that some people used questionable means in order to attain powers. Dangerous ones. Ones that were severely unethical.
But if that was all it took, was it not worth it?
With a tired sigh, he stood up. Sparrow's mind was not in a good place. That was why he was considering something so ridiculous. What good could be done by experimenting on himself? Or any hybrid nearby? All that would come of it would be pain and dead ends.
At least, that was what he'd been taught.
But what if it actually worked? Sure, it was probably rude to kidnap and experiment on your neighbours. But maybe he could take someone who didn't know who he was? That would make it hurt less on both sides. Sparrow couldn't imagine experimenting on the hybrids he knew. Seeing Sausage or Scott in a cage, the colour drained from them, their usually upbeat and chaotic energies dampened by fatigue or whatever things he'd done to them would be horrible.
Even if Sausage had done a lot of bad stuff, Scott was a bit of a nuisance from time to time.
The nicer hybrids he knew would be destroyed. A husk of their former selves. Lifeless.
The thought made him shiver.
Sparrow approached a tree. He'd heard of hybrids with the ability to fly in the past. Maybe he could trigger a reaction by jumping from a tree, or trying to mimic bird behaviours?
Before he could process it, he was already halfway up the tree. He kept going. Sparrow reached the top of the tree. Falling from this height would likely break a limb. Or, in a truly severe case, maybe even kill him if he was careless. The tree was much taller than he had thought.
Without a second thought, Sparrow jumped.
---
Scott had been searching for hours.
His stomach ached painfully. He'd been eating soup and cabbage rolls as his usual diet, but the Nether seemed to make his stomach crave something else. Sure the food replenished his hunger, but it wasn't satisfactory.
By complete accident he had stumbled across an abandoned city. The streets were empty, entirely empty. Empty enough to send shivers sprinting down Scott's spine until he was shivering.
There was something unsettling about the city.
In the Overworld, most villages were teeming with life. They'd have villagers wandering around, joyfully selling their wares in exchange for emeralds. Iron golems would roam freely. The occasional cat would dart around and, if you were lucky, would nuzzle your leg and let you pet them.
But in the Nether this was not the case.
He couldn't do it. Couldn't stay here. Scott had been in a couple houses and taken some dressers, but the air was too stuffy. He couldn't breathe. Everything was so similar but so different at the same time. Maybe he was hallucinating. Maybe he was back home in his bed dreaming.
But no. Scott was stuck in the Nether.
In the distance was a nether fortress.
---
Sparrow almost felt like he was flying.
Wind whipped against his body as he fell. He let out a cry of joy, delighting in the breeze that tickled him gently. The sky embraced him. If he shut his eyes, he could picture himself flying across the sky as the sun set. Warm colours of gold and rosy pinks mingling with the pale cotton clouds.
A content smile curled at his lips.
He spread his arms out wide.
The ground drew nearer and nearer.
He didn't see it. Why would he? With his eyes shut, he could be anywhere doing anything. Why would he confine himself to reality when his imagination was there for him? Sparrow would never have to be a regular human again. He could be anything he wanted with his eyes shut.
And shut they remained.
The ground got closer and closer.
Closer.
The wind finally ceased.
Sparrow's eyes opened.
The ground was there waiting for him.
He screamed. He screamed and screamed because he knew this landing was going to hurt. He screamed because he was an idiot for believing this would work. He screamed because there was nothing else he could do.
He hit the ground.
---
Scott finally got what he came for in the first place.
But the problem he was facing was finding obsidian. Because the nether fortress was huge, and there was almost no way he'd be able to cover every inch of the place alone.
Especially with mobs attacking him.
Eating another cabbage roll, he assembled his thoughts. There wasn't much more he could do other than keep looking. Staying in the Nether was certainly not an option. Scott would rather die than spend another minute here.
If he was really unlucky, that could be arranged for him.
Scott stumbled over his own feet as he ran. He hadn't been hit yet, and he didn't want to let the mobs get a chance to.
Chests were everywhere and contained all sorts of things. Still not enough obsidian. At best he'd managed to find four pieces, but that wasn't enough for a full portal.
He cursed as an arrow narrowly missed him.
Sprinting, he wasted no time in making his escape. The chests could wait until he wasn't in danger.
---
Groaning, Sparrow tried to sit up.
His legs shrieked in protest.
Oh well. That's what he gets for being so reckless.
Sparrow grabs some food and eats it. Feeling slightly better, he surveyed his situation. Broken legs, definite pain in his arms and some minor pain in his back. His neck ached, but his head was mostly okay.
This was the price he'd pay. So he wouldn't complain.
Perhaps he'd just have to try other methods.
A syringe would work, right?
---
Scott finally got his hands on the last bits of obsidian he needed to get home.
With intense eagerness, Scott placed the obsidian down in the formation and lit his flint and steel. There was a whoosh sound, and then the portal had been ignited.
As a goodbye, Scott nodded his head and leapt through the portal.
He felt the familiar nauseating feeling of going through the portal to and out of the Nether. Then, he was back on the Overworld. Back with the sun and grass and water. Back with his house, farms and friends.
Scott didn't have the neergy to go to his bed to sleep.
Curling up on the ground, he allowed himself some rest.
oh hey look it’s an ironic fanchild nobody asked for for a fandom i’m not even part of
anyways this is corkscrew knight, her weapon is literally just a slightly oversized flathead screwdriver and she mistakenly believes she can fly
Infatuation...
You’re really pretty
Pretty without glasses on
You are pretty too!
verses / possible verses list.
Verses to work on / establish that aren’t canon. Please note if you read these they won’t by any means come immediately, as I am exploring new things to my canon and exploring even further the rich history of the Edo / Meiji Period while writing in two notebooks .
Fire Em.blem
Fate. (5′2 freakishly powerful Saber)
KNY. (Dragon Pillar? Dragon Pillar.)
Fina.l Fantasy.
Harvest Mo.on.
Modern Verses ‘Happy’ and ‘Tragic Past’ versions.
Deity Verse. ( Kenshin as Hachiman / Yawata no Kami. )
Tentative Okami Verse.
Things I want to make verses for but I Need To Go Through Them First: - Hakuouki , I admit Kenshin’s title of ‘Demon of Kyoto’ by Saito loosely parsed being used literally would be fascinating and even more terrifying than his 14-19 year old self in the Bakumatsu. I hope I have some kind of platform for this because it’d make a nice present sometime. - Sailor M.oon. Frankly I have no idea how I’d incorporate this save have Kenshin be a freakishly powerful bodyguard / entity / something that helps out the girls while also holding their proverbial flower. Bleach: Eventually! With all politeness, Bleach’s length is a bit too much for me sometimes despite me really really enjoying it! and while I remember admiring deeply the character’s personalities / nuances, I never finished it. I’d like to be able someday to find time and give it that justice. For me, I’d make two different verses based on Kenshin being a shinigami that does lose his memory and one that as a friend helped with on my OG blog, is akin to Ich.igo in that he is still alive.
note: this will be edited as more ideas come to mind. if you think of a verse that this legend would fit into that i haven’t though of, please by all means, drop a comment or suggestion, i love immersion!
hello again tumblr! it feels like it’s been forever since i last drew - i went to japan for a week and then had a bad cold for a week hah.
for some reason it always feels really intimidating to get back into drawing when i haven’t done so for a while, so i’m just scribbling stuff these days to get back into it.
have wanted to do some rocinante & law stuff since forever - last piece i did of them was one of my first one piece fanarts, and it’s pretty darn amazing to think of how much i’ve been drawing since then. it’s only been 5 months!
hiiii guys. also fyi my old account was @pygmydragon but i kiiiinda deleted that email address accidentally that was linked to the account so now I can’t get into it. Oops. the chances of the people that liked my writings over there actually finding this are very very slim but if you do- Hi! I love you guys! I do still exist! Just not over there! I moved! (aight imma shut up now)
i’m not a deer therian but one of yall was walking through my backyard earlier….
i honestly don’t know why i don’t walk around in nature that often??? big trees make brain go :D
Okay, I know I've already sent asks (and made sure to pick the most difficult ones 😂) but this time it's the other way around. 2, 3, 11 and 17? Two of those are literally canon with Andreil 😂.
No pressure, of course!
~ Nem
ayyo these prompts are mad cute i can't thank you enough for picking them
2: interlocking pinkies
3: smiling into a kiss
11: back hugs
17: tugging on the bottom of someone's shirt
~
2.
This was getting out of hand.
The flashing lights and pulsing bass did nothing to take Andrew's eyes off of Neil. Neil, who looked unbearably attractive in a tight black shirt at the bar. Neil, who's hair looked like a beacon in the middle of Eden's.
Neil, who was currently being flirted to death with by a stranger.
Said stranger was a little too Playboy-eque for Andrew's liking. Tall, curly black hair, muscular — he was basically the reverse-Exy version of Kevin (which made the hotness increase from the negatives to embarrassingly high).
Andrew gripped his glass so tightly he thought it might break. Actually, who care if it broke? He'd get glass shards in his hand, they'd have to call an ambulance, the club would clear out, Neil would come back, and Bar Bitch would get the hell away from Neil.
Maybe he was being a tad dramatic.
Taking a deep breath, Andrew tried to relax. This was fine. Neil could handle himself, and he knew Neil wouldn't act on any offers this guy made. Besides, Neil probably didn't even realize he was being flirted with; the man was incredibly oblivious. It would be fine. He was fine.
Andrew was just about calmed down — he was still staring at Neil just to make sure nothing happened, not at all because the lights were reflecting on the glitter on his cheek or anything — when his personal demon from Hell popped up.
"Watcha looking at?" Nicky plopped next to Andrew, his voice slurred from drinks. Andrew wrenched his neck away, but Nicky beamed when he saw the original target of Andrew's gaze. "OMG, so cute! Keeping an eye on your bae. That's so fetch."
"None of those words are in the Bible," Andrew grumbled. "Also, stop trying to make fetch happen, it's not going to happen."
Nicky giggled for long enough that it was weird. "Riiiiight, but currently you're literally too gay to function. So I win."
Andrew rolled his eyes and leaned back in the booth, deciding to ignore his highly drunk cousin. Nicky barely noticed, choosing to hum a random tune as he stared into the crowd. After what felt like hours of this, Andrew finally snapped. "Nicky. Shut the hell up."
"Nooooo," Nicky whined. "I'm like a siren. I'm luring your tiny little boyfriend here."
"He is not my— wait, what?"
"See?" Nicky waved in front of himself and slapped himself in the face. "He's right there!"
Andrew was a bit embarrassed at how fast his head turned.
Sure enough, there was Neil, in all his 5'3" glory. And there — there was Bar Bitch! Following Neil!
Andrew had just about had enough.
When Neil reached close enough to place the tray of drinks on the table, Andrew hooked his fingers in his belt loops and yanked Neil into the booth next to him. Resoutly ignoring Neil's startled intake of breath and Nicky's oddly hard kick to the leg, Andrew linked his pinky with Neil and delicately placed their hands on the table.
Subtle, yet effective.
Neil blinked at him in confusion, but Andrew only had eyes for Bar Bitch. He narrowed his eyes at the tall man, tightening his grip on Neil's finger, until the bitch threw his hands up and stumbled away.
Ha. Take that, asshole.
"What was that all about?" Neil nudged him softly.
"Nothing," Andrew ground out. "Absolutely nothing."
He didn't let go of Neil's pinky the rest of the night.
~
3.
Andrew was a sucker for roof time with Neil; he couldn't deny it. What he wasn't a sucker for was Neil bringing sheets of plays and team stats during said roof time with Neil.
He tried to subtly hint to Neil that he wanted the Exy gone. He laid down on the roof, letting his hair cover the papers (Neil very gently brushed his hair away but continued reading). He placed his head on Neil's legs (Neil rubbed a calloused finger across Andrew's cheek but continued reading). He wiggled up into Neil's lap (Neil wrapped him in a warm embrace but continued reading. Even worse, Neil moved the papers into his line of sight, as if Andrew was interested).
Finally, he couldn't take it anymore. He leaned forward and snatched the papers out of Neil's hand, throwing the sheets behind them. Neil blinked in surprise at his now-empty hand before looking over at Andrew. "What's wrong, Andrew?"
"Nothing," Andrew said, despite looking obviously annoyed. At Neil's unimpressed silence, Andrew sighed. "Stop ignoring me."
Andrew could practically hear Neil's eye roll.
"Yes or no, Drew?"
Just to be contrary, Andrew huffed out, "No. You can go back to your precious Exy."
He decided to ignore Neil's grumbles that suspiciously sounded like 'drama queen.' "I wasn't ignoring you. I wasn't," Neil insisted at Andrew's glare. "I was just... focusing on Exy at the moment."
"Make a choice, Neil. Exy... or me."
Neil looked a little too panicked at that for Andrew's comfort. "Uh... "
"The fact that you actually have to think about this is very telling," Andrew scowled.
"No, wait!" Neil shook his head frantically. "I mean... Exy is what got me to stop running, but you were what got me to stay. If I have Exy, I'll also always have you, and vice versa."
Andrew jammed a very fierce elbow into Neil's gut. He relished in the misery Neil was feeling. "That was more of a love letter to Exy than me."
"Oh, is that the problem?" the junkie annoyingly perked up. "I can definitely write a love letter to you. Where should I start? You have really pretty eyes, your hair is so soft, your arms are crazy strong, you— "
"Shut. Up."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"Fine. But you'll have to make me."
Andrew barely held back a sigh and tried to calm his treacherous heart. "What, did you become the lead in a romcom when I looked away? That was so cheesy."
Neil just shrugged. "Did it work?"
"No," Andrew scowled. "Maybe. Yes or no?"
"Yes, alwa— "
Andrew cut Neil off with a kiss (no matter how bruised his tough-guy reputation was becoming now). He could feel Neil trying to smother a soft smile against his lips, and if Andrew had any shame left in him, he would be a bit embarrassed at how fast his heart starting beating when he realized that.
Because humans unfortunately needed oxygen, Neil pulled back a few moments later but stayed close enough that Andrew could smell the minty gum he had been chewing before they came up on the roof. "See? If you weren't so damn stubborn, we could have been kissing when I first asked you."
Ignoring this logic, Andrew pulled his the junkie back in for another kiss. He wondered in Neil could feel the small upturn on Andrew's lips too.
~
11.
This was just about the worst fucking day of Kevin Day's life, and it all started the day before.
He had been up for hours, starting with Exy at sun-up and ending with Exy at sundown. Except it didn't end with Exy, because he realized humanity was incompetent and then he was forced to catch up on a History essay his groupmates were behind on (5 hours after his detailed schedule!) and then he became too invested in the ruins of Mesopotamia and then he didn't sleep on time and then he missed his pre-alarm for his actual morning alarm and then he wasn't awake enough for his actual morning alarm and then—
Well.
Point was that Kevin was simultaneously cranky, sleepy, and frantically late, which is a shitty combination for anyone but especially for a person named Kevin Day. Which is to say that his perfectionist tendencies were starting to show their negative sides.
And to add company to misery, his fucking roommates had to be the absolute worst.
Kevin stumbled out of the bathroom (and crashed into three walls but that's neither here nor there) with a sock on his arm and one eye shut to make half his face feel rested when he came across the one thing that could possibly make his morning worse. As he sluggishly walked into the kitchen to get at least 3 cups of well-needed, strong-as-shit black coffee, he saw his two roommates directly blocking his access to the coffee pot.
Andrew was fiddling with the pot handle while Neil had his arms wrapped around his back. He was practically leaning all his body weight on Andrew and whenever Andrew murmured something to him quietly, Neil would give him his "Andrew-laugh" and somehow press in even closer. To make matters even sappier, every few seconds he would kiss Andrew — on the shoulder, neck, cheek, even going as far as to bring his hands up and kiss his knuckles!
It was disgusting. Kevin had never been more horrified to have these horribly-in-love-even-though-they-won't-admit-it-yes-he's-happy-they're-together-no-he's-not-happy-he-has-to-witness-this roommates.
Andrew and Neil were fully engrossed in their weird back-hug position, fully disregarding Kevin's coffee withdrawal. Irritated that he was being ignored, Kevin let out a highly unattractive noise that was half-groan, half-shriek, causing the two most hypervigilant people he'd known to jump apart. Except that Andrew was facing the counter so his diaphragm got fully smushed against it, causing the blond to let out an "oof" and Neil had open space behind him so he flailed around until he eventually fell onto his butt on the floor with a groan.
Massaging his stomach, Andrew turned a terrifying glare towards Kevin, who was suddenly waking up enough to realize how bad of an idea this was. Kevin slowly backed away, his hands up in a placating manner.
"Don't mind me," Kevin said. "Keep hugging or whatever. I'll just... go to Matt's room and get coffee."
Stumbling out of his dorm, Kevin crashed his way into Matt, Nicky, and Aaron's room, where Nicky was sitting on the couch on his laptop.
He winced when he saw Kevin zombie-walk to the coffee machine. "Andrew and Neil sexile you?"
As the machine whirred, Kevin groaned. "Something like that. Honestly, the two of them are so affectionate in the morning, it makes me sick."
At that, Nicky's eyes widened. "They're what?! Tell me everything."
Kevin sighed. Maybe he should get a second cup of coffee going.
~
17.
Neil didn't notice the cats until Andrew pointed them out.
The two of them were on a walk walking back over the hill in front of the Fox Tower after their classes. Andrew had made it a habit to pick Neil up after his Spanish class and his own Sociology class every Thursday, and the two of them would drop their stuff off at the dorms and go out to lunch together.
It was very nice, to put it lightly.
Andrew's hand was warm where it was threaded with Neil's, swinging lightly between their bodies. The two were so close to each other that Neil could feel their shoulders brush every few steps, could practically count every faint freckle on Andrew's cheeks if he wanted to.
So he did just that.
"Staring," Andrew glared.
"Yeah," Neil said shamelessly. "You like it."
Andrew squeezed Neil's hand. It was probably more out of annoyance than adorance, but he'd take it.
"You know, in class today," Neil started, mainly so he could hear Andrew's voice when he responded. "This absolute bit— ow!"
Unexpectedly, Neil promptly fell down.
"Typical," Andrew grumbled. "He can come back alive after being tortured by a serial killer but can't walk straight."
"To be fair, it's not like you walk any straighter than me."
After an appraising moment, Andrew shrugged.
Neil finally moved himself into a sitting position while Andrew watched with sheer disappointment oozing out of him. He tied his undone shoelace and was just getting up when he felt a sharp tug on his shirt.
Neil looked at Andrew in confusion, but Andrew had his sights set on something in the distance. Naturally, instead of explaining, he began dragging Neil, who was still halfway bent-over from tying his shoe.
"Andrew!" Neil yelped. "Do you want to let me know where we're going?"
"No."
Fair enough. Neil should have expected that.
Finally, after his shoes untied yet again from the stumbling he did over the hill, Neil finally saw what had caught Andrew's attention. There was a sign advertising a nearby cat adoption, with the directions showing it to be only about 5 minutes away.
Andrew tugged on Neil's shirt again. "We're going."
Neil blinked. "We can't have pets in the dorm."
"We'll sneak them in, it's not like we've never broken the law before."
"Kevin is going to lose his shit."
"You just incentivized me even more."
Neil had to bite back a smile at that. "Fine, fine, we'll visit. But we are not adopting any animals until we can figure out the rules."
"Eh," Andrew turned around, twisting his fingers into Neil's shirt so he'd follow the blond. "I can be very convincing."
"Andrew."
"Neil."
"We are not getting a cat."
"Nah."
"You can't just— Andrew!"
as a former soccer goalie, here are some very specific things andrew minyard does while playing exy
he has crazy good aim. that cone drill kevin and neil keep doing? andrew's an icon at that
he's gotta hit the balls directly at the strikers (or whoever else needs the ball) from a static position so his aim is probably better and stronger than most people on the team
andrew's literally shit at cardio. man literally doesn't run aside from normal conditioning (and chasing after neil) plus he smokes so his lungs do be constantly dying
also, i feel like people really underestimate how boring being in goal can be
like if the ball's not near you, there is nothing. to. do.
honestly, he probably just puts his racquet down or straight up sits on the floor when the action is on the other end of the court
(this is coming from someone who literally left the field for a few minutes because she had nothing to do)
another thing: the man can jump.
like, put him on a trampoline (not that he'd ever do that lol) and he'll fly above everyone else, no matter his fear of heights
especially because he's so short compared to the goal, he's gotta stretch in every direction to be able to reach the ball
he's mad flexible, is what i'm getting at
penalty shots are his worst enemy
idc how good of a goalie he usually is, most of the catches/blocks he makes are pure luck
and like. his height doesn't help with this at all
most of the sweating he does comes from his extra armor rather than the game itself
again. goalies literally don't move most of the time. for the longest time, nicky just thinks that andrew has some kind of magic deodorant he isn't sharing with the rest of them
(there have been more than a few raids into andrew's toiletries looking for it)
i literally used to get those misty fan water bottle things bc everyone else had one and it looked cool, not because i was ever tired after games lol
he likes interlocking his fingers to see how obtrusive the goalie gloves are
idk it's a thing that all goalies i know do, for absolutely no reason. it do be fun though
goalies have to do a lot of agility and reflexive drills. one of these is kinda like quickly running in place and jumping/rolling to the side to catch a ball someone throws at you
i'm just imagining andrew doing this bc it looks so. funny.
like the person doing the drill looks like some spider on drugs with how fast their feet are moving
(also it makes lots of goalies pretty good at dancing/stuff that requires lots of feet coordination. i'm not saying... but i'm kinda saying, if you get what i mean)
this isn't during exy, but sometimes catching things is so reflexive
once i caught a glass full of water before it shattered on a restaurant floor, and i imagine andrew does shit like that too
but the difference is that he gets so annoyed whenever it happens
being unintentionally helpful is andrew's least favorite thing (but neil finds it so goddamn funny)
sometimes neil randomly drops things near andrew just to watch him get annoyed at his reflexes
(also, i'm just imagining the foxes randomly throwing things at andrew. he's stuck between two situations: catch things and have the foxes laugh at him or let things hit him in the face and have the foxes laugh at him)
part 1 of the andreil coming out thing here
ok, so andrew and neil aren't the most openly affectionate
there's no hints to the public that they could possibly be together, considering their little... rivalry
however, with andrew out now, a few people like to believe that andrew and neil could have an "enemies-to-lovers" situation
some people even think that they're already together
nevertheless, this is a very small population in the grand scheme of exy, and most of this is indulging in fantasies anyways — few people really believe in these theories
and as months pass after andrew's coming out, people stop pestering him every 0.2 seconds about who his boyfriend is
andrew and neil think they're finally free of all the annoying paparazzi and slightly overbearing fans
and it's under this false sense of security that shit hits the roof
it's a random september night when it happens, nothing terribly significant
but the whole week, andrew had been craving a closeness with neil, the kind that comes with not seeing your person for weeks
so he booked a flight to where neil was, realizing that had this occurred a few years back, andrew probably wouldn't have even acknowledged that he missed neil, let alone made steps to actually see him again
on a flight.
(he thinks bee would be proud)
anyway, he reached neil's apartment with minimal damage and proceeded to be drowned in kisses
it's a good few days.
and then, on that fateful september night, andrew is hit with the urge to take neil out
(not like murder. more like... a date?)
they don't usually go out on those, but it's not like they've never done so before
so andrew books a dinner reservation at a fancy restaurant, fully intending to take his man out on a nice. fancy. relaxing. drama-free. date.
of course, the universe has other plans
andrew and neil arrive at the restaurant (a little late but neil's lips were a good distraction for a few hours, okay? (they may have left the kitchen in disarray from lunch, but that's irrelevant))
their table is a secluded corner where they're pretty much hidden from view, save for one or two tables, and the seemingly solid privacy relaxes andrew and neil
their dinner goes by relatively uneventfully
(excluding when andrew gave a small smile to one of neil's dumb jokes, who proceeded to dump marinara sauce into his water instead of next to his garlic bread while staring dreamily at andrew, and then nearly choked when he took his next sip from the glass)
(also excluding when neil gave a not-so-innocent suck on his fork and andrew, frustrated over laws about public indecency, stabbed his brussel sprouts aggressively, causing one to fly up and hit and burn his eye)
(also also excluding— )
ok, so maybe it was more of a mess than andrew was ready to admit
but andrew dug into his panna cotta feeling lighter than he had in weeks as neil teased him about his sugar addiction and held his hand under the table
it was as andrew leaned over and kissed some cream off the side of neil's lips that he got the feeling of being watched
he whirled around, hair nearly hitting neil's face, as his gaze landed on a cell phone camera pointed at them
he caught the eye of a very guilty looking man, made even more errant when said man proceeded to leap out of his chair and run out of the restaurant
andrew was half-out of his chair to follow him when neil tugged on his shirt sleeve, an instigative glint in his eye
"neil. do you want to see this on every gossip magazine in the next few hours?"
"well no, but that fuckwad is always going to have those pictures. we, however, can make sure he doesn't get the headline he wants"
"... i'm listening"
about 40 minutes later, back at neil's apartment, neil posts a picture of his extremely messy kitchen on twitter
@neil_josten_official: well fuck me 🥴
@03andrewminyard: if you insist
~ 30 minutes later ~
@neil_josten_official: *image attached: andrew is laying his head in the crook of neil's neck as neil kisses him on the top of his head, andrew's fingers running through neil's hair. they both appear to be shirtless*
@neil_josten_official: BREAKING NEWS: just had sex with my (very hot) boyfriend to get revenge on unfulfilled gossip "journalists." life really couldn't be better :)
@neil_josten_official: ok but really, stop trying to out closeted celebrities (and people in general). it's not cool. it's not trendy. our lives aren't a scandal to report on. you're all just assholes and fuck you
@neil_josten_official: but not literally. a metaphorical fuck, if you will
@exykevinday.official: I'm proud of you for coming out and finally ending your ridiculous rivalry @neil_josten_official and @03andrewminyard, but was there really no other way you could have done so without informing me about your sex life?
@03andrewminyard: haha. no.
needless to say, the internet erupts in shock at neil's tweets
theories emerge left and right about how, when, why andrew and neil got together
the two of them get requests for so many interviews, talk shows, panels, magazines, all of which they turn down
of course, there's the occasional question in a post-game or team interview that's hard to avoid, and for the most part, these rare moments provide the only things the public knows about what they affectionately call "andreil"
but apparently when you're in a very public relationship, there are certain expectations fans have about how much of it you disclose
and while andrew doesn't necessarily want to divulge their private life to millions of people, he also can't help but be reminded of how seeing nicky and erik's comfortable relationship in his late teenage years solidified to him that him liking guys wasn't a bad thing
and it's with that in mind that he posts a picture on his instagram from earlier in june of him and neil curled up on the sofa, a massive rainbow flag draped around them with neil kissing his cheek
it's one of the few pictures he posts of the two of them (photos are more of neil's thing (when the hell did he take such model-esque photos of andrew?))
but andrew constantly @'s neil on twitter for literally anything
@03andrewminyard: don't forget the cat food the spoiled idiots take the most expensive stuff @neil_josten_official
@03andrewminyard: hey @neil_josten_official get me the mega stuff oreos from the store ok bye
@03andrewminyard: i- @neil_josten_official. why. is. there. neon. orange. paint. all. over. my. socks.
needless to say, neil's retaliation of posting gorgeous photos of andrew always flusters andrew
and if andrew needs to press soft kisses to his lips to stop neil's gleeful laughter and his own flightful smile, well, that's no one's business
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Aesthetics is the branch of philosophy concerned with the nature and appreciation of art, beauty and good taste.
which fictional death has affected you the most emotionally? like had you straight up crying your eyes out or similar responses
i hope this sporty cat can brighten your day (despite his grumpy face)
Hey, for the patronus thing can you draw a husky, please? Also I just want to say that I love all your art, it’s amazing!
aw heck thanks man!
((also all y’all should send me more requests if u feel like it))
Either I’ve been using the wrong flags or something has gone amiss with this hoodie
Oh my gods, amazing, I love it. I also did quite a lot of infodumping to a friend before posting to tumblr.
I love the idea of Ford having zero common sense though to the point that he brings a child through the multiverse with him. Willingly. It's in character though.
Also, the daughter being called Robin feels so ironic to me. Like, a half cat alien being named after a type of bird? Please tell me that irony was intentional.
I think it’s absolutely hilarious that we both managed to independently come up with the idea of “Ford needs an alien spouse and a half alien daughter”. Like get that monsterfucker an alien wife/husband and make sure he can be the girl dad we always knew he could be. Superb.
I just scrolled all the way back to 2018 on your account and I'm disappointed to realise this is not something you've posted. Presumably.
I do agree though that Ford gives off girl dad energy in an unexplainable way. He's so babygirl that he needs an actual baby girl.
He also deserves to just have an alien spouse. Reward the monsterfuckers for once, y'know?
How does Penni draw under water? Does she have underwater crayons? Does she eat such crayons?
also, will the Pines ever meet the Fish Family? Would they get along? I’m just imagining Stan making awkward small talk with his brother in law.
also also, will Ford ever escape the Shape of Water jokes?
1. Penni draws underwater because to the fish people species, water doesn’t really get in the way of anything. Water to them is what air is to us, or it's at least similar.
2. As I said above, yes, basically. Don't ask me how they're made. Probably something to do with coral.
3. She doesn't seem to me like the type of kid to eat strange things. She has, however, broken them up into tiny pieces. She likes to destroy things.
4. I think I put this in the comments on one of my previous posts but I can't remember which one. Basically, I can't imagine a way for the Pines to meet the Fish family. I've came up with a small idea of how to get Penni to meet them but I need to figure out the details on that one. (Spoiler alert: it involves a certain type of deal.)
5. If they did all meet though, I think they'd get along. Nimirylov is fluent in English and Penni knows some English because of Ford so communication isn't a big issue. I think the class difference would cause a small divide between them though.
Stan making awkward small talk with Nimirylov would definitely happen. Right before and/or after Stan tries to steal/scam something clearly valuable off of him. Ford wouldn't like them two interacting, though, because if they became friends, it would be a nightmare. Stan as a person + Nimirylov's charisma and natural skill with people?
6. Finally, no, Ford will never escape any jokes that could relate back to his husband, especially. His daughter is less joked about, but they'd still end up happening, too.
Thank you so much for these questions. For all the reasons I said in my post asking for questions and because it just makes my brain happy. I love rambling about Ford's alien fish family, and I love thinking more deeply into it with things I hadn't thought about before. I'm always thinking up more for this au, though.
so many moontown doodles for comic prep and for fun thought I’d share some recent ones under the cut
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(if you got this far i love you mwah)
You know those times where you unintentionally reuse an old oc and don't realize it until much later?
This is one of those times, I unintentionally reused Julie Ausleape for Luscinia when I joined a game... at this point I should just merged them like i did with Iola and Viola dhdjdhdhd
Exalted By Eternal Sanctity (The Ephemeral Heavens Deem It Sin)
Pretty little thing
Desperate for a favor
A glance or a graze
Your adoration is adorable
It's almost enough to give in
You would accept anything wouldn't you?
Whether it be punishment or praise
It's all the same to you
Anything for attention
For the drug that you covet
Where is your pride?
Your dignity?
Have you lost it all for me?
Addicted to my presence
Your desperation clouds your gaze
And makes you all the more willing for me
Such a pitiful little thing
So pliable and sweet
Yet nothing more than
A sinner who craves piety