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Indie Daryan Crescend rolplay blog. #sharkrocker OOC tags: "zo time" and "ooc" Only mun's artwork will be claimed, with the tagging of "By me". AU, OC, M!A, Multiship, and Crossover friendly. Please read through for further information.

[zulayawolf]

punks

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@gaviinners

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“Babe, don’t.”

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“Heh! Don’t push for an autograph, now.”

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      [ he heaves a sigh at daryan’s words–he knew it wasn’t exactly up to par. he shifts so he’s sitting next to his friend, sighing again. ]

     I thought as much. I don’t know where it was going… [ he shrugs. ] I dunno? Not a headache. Just…not feeling it today, I guess.

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He’s sitting back in his chair, lounging like a lazy, self-entitled cat with limbs stretched out. Unfortunately, he sported a look closer to boredom or exasperation than worry.

“Dude, just chill. Not like we’re expected to make a new album tomorrow.  Honestly, I don’t get what’s between you and putuality.”

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[achtungx]

@sharkrocker didn’t like for a starter but talked about a thing w me so surprise

       Daryan is talking, and Klavier feels bad, but he can’t focus        on a word that’s coming out of his best friend’s mouth. The        mouth itself, on the other had, was a whole different story.        Which, he supposed, he kind of felt bad about, too. But,        honestly, could you really blame him? Not like he would        ever admit it, of course, but Klavier had kind of… had a        thing for him for a while, and he had a nice mouth. That        was, naturally, especially true when Klavier was kind of        wondering how it would feel to kiss it. And had… kind of        been wondering that same thing for, well, a while.

       And, could you really blame him when, for the briefest of        moments, he started to lean his head towards Daryan        before he caught himself and pulled back again? At least        he had caught himself. The alternative woud have been        much worse. Sure, he would have gotten a kiss- but, in        return, he may very well have ended up losing a friend.        And Daryan was not someone he was willing to risk.

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Daryan would be infuriated to know that Klavier was ignoring his ever so important story about how Geeter came into his possession. Sure, he was a stud, and it was hard to think of someone not checking him out, but his precious Geeter was serious business. Good thing ignorance was bliss, at least. Thoughts can’t be transmitted from person to person quite yet, so as far as Daryan was aware, his partner was playing close attention to his tale.

“So then, like, Gigi said to me this old filipino phrase ina use to rant ama with, and like, I was all, ‘wtf Gigi?!’ And then..” Thus far, Daryan only really registered that Klavier was looking at him—just in his general direction. When he looked to his partner for his reaction to the last riveting tidbit of his regale, however, Daryan realized the blonde’s.. very focused gaze on his mouth area. Also how he started leaning forward. Witnessing this, the second guitarist’s grin dissolved into a very confused stare.

                                                 The.. hell?                      Was Klavman just trying to start something romantic?

Having this notion in mind, the boy’s cheeks began to blaze with a pinkish hue in a matter of seconds. Suddenly, he was remembering all of his aunt’s teasing of his relationship with Klavier—every time she urged him to up and ask him out on a date already if, as she put it, “you’re just going to be a loner on the couch because he can’t come over.”

A lot of hormonal and confusing thoughts were bouncing around his head, now—before a full minute could even pass. It was all a bit much, so blame that and an abrupt sense of spontaneousism for why Daryan wrangled the vocalist’s shirt and pulled him in for a very firm, very pointed kiss.

And then pulled away and freed him right away after a few moments of lips. Here, Daryan’s blush grew deeper in shade; meanwhile, he tried to hide his eyes by “fixing” his bangs.

“F-fuck! God dammit, I can’t some princess diva is my first kiss..”

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[achtungx]

     Contact with Daryan was comforting; Klavier knew him so well by now, and though he would never say it aloud, but he felt at home with Daryan far more than he ever had with Kristoph. He did not need to filter a word around him, and he could do just about whatever he wanted, too. He supposed that was how best friends worked, right? You could be yourself without feeling the other person’s disapproval for it, and he loved that.

     He moves to sit up at Daryan’s reaction, thus puling his hand away. Klavier turned towrds him, though he could not at present comprehend the other’s… anger? Annoyance? … whatever it was. And while Daryan may not have been able to display his concern at the moment, Klavier could.

  “ I…. Well, I know she wouldn’t mind but… I don’t want Kris to get mad. And if he does find out, he’s gonna be pissed, and he’s gonna blame you. He dislikes you enough as it is, you know. I mean, that sounds really great, don’t get me wrong. I just… don’t wanna risk it, you know? Because I have no idea what the hell he’d do, and I kinda don’t want to know. ”

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Here, the adolescent groaned—the radical exaggeration of annoyance sounding from the base of his throat as hands were, slowly, dragged along his upturned face. “Duuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuude!” He complained, soon slapping hands to his thighs before raising an arm so that his friend could be roughly prodded at in the chest by extended index finger. “Don’t you realize how fucked up you sound?! I mean, come on, man!”

By now, Daryan has escalated from general aggravation to actual anger. Hearing his best friend worry about what his brother might do when angered was breaking the last straw. Again.

“Your that bastard’s BROTHER, why are you in the dark about the shit he’ll do whenever he’s angry? That’s a red flag, princess! Like I give a fuck if he likes me or not, I don’t want no shitty approval from a guy who makes his little bro worry about ‘risking it’.”

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[fotismeni-blog]

&& daryan

     [ he slides a sheet over–the one he’s been scribbling on for the past few hours at least. ]

          How about this? I dunno, my writing ability just isn’t what it usually is today…

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He doesn’t say anything when lifting the parchment up to eye-level, eyes scanning over his partner’s scrawl. A minute or two later and Daryan would look at Klavier with a with an inquisitive look.

“Idunno man, this seems a little... slower than how we usually do things. You having a headache or something?”

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@powerofsciience​

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“Just gonna cut to the chase and be honest here, Missy—you could lose the attitude. ..Snacks, too. What are ya’, some chipmunk?”

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earthtoterran:

      [ he blinks, his eyes widening almost comically as he’s spoken to. this man…his hair is weird. (clay, you have no right to talk). ]

           [ with a slight laugh he ruffles his own hair. ] Uh, kind of. I’m looking for Detective Skye? Unless she’s out. I wanted to see if she’s up for lunch or something.         I’m Clay, by the way, Clay Terran. [ he offers his hand for a shake. ]

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                                                  Detective Skye?

While he’s certain he has heard the name before, he’s not exactly sure why. For whatever reason, he keeps thinking back to his partner—Klavier Gavin.

                               Wait.. that chick Gavin’s always whining about?

And suddenly, comprehension wiped the vacant look on his face. Daryan began to smirk, clamping onto Clay’s palm and digits for the handshake. He only shook the other’s mitt once, quickly retracting his own so as to jeer with the typical caressing of his pompadour beforehand. 

“Heh...! Sorry, lover-boy. Looks like you’re too late. That grumpy chick is out with Gavin investigating a crime scene; you’ll have to try coming down here another time. Too bad for you, space kid. Maybe you should try calling ahead next time.”

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flaming-guitar:

He was almost certain that had it not been for his tanned complexion, he would have been bright pink when Daryan pulled away, leaving him somewhat breathless and with butterflies he would never admit to. He almost didn’t catch what was said, still caught up in his (very inappropriate) thoughts. Still, he couldn’t help but laugh at Daryan’s complaint, and deliberately tugged at his hair slightly, tongue - now disappointingly unoccupied - paying with his lipring as he did so.

“Ja?” he retorted, eyebrows raised slightly, “you’re not exactly helping me out either - Kris is gonna be furious at the state of my shirt” he beckoned to the creases visible, and although they both knew it was much more likely for his brother to be angry about the style of shirt (very loose and showing off part of his stomach) he wasn’t just going to have Daryan complain. May as well have some fun.

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Daryan made no verbal complaint against Klavier’s blatant disobedience against his request, but he did grunt—tightening his grasp of the other guitarist’s garb whilst eyes narrowed and heated glare intensified. If he wished to settle his urges without his partner’s teasing or needing to go solo, there was only solution: Stepping up his game.

Just enough to leave Klavier gasping rather than at the capacity to laugh and strike his ridiculous jokes.

“Hmm..” The notion was all that was necessary to wipe away Daryan’s scowl and replace such with a smirk. “You’d probably help me out a lot if you shutted it, Gavin.” There was a dangerous glint in his eyes, the adolescent’s hands going flat to slide down the blonde’s being until digits clung his hips. The two of them had fooled around plenty of times, he knew just how to leave his fellow musician quivering. Ergo, Daryan’s slow lean in—the careful positioning of his lips to hover just over Klavier’s for a single instance before a quick nip at the ear was tried.

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flaming-guitar:

( @sharkrocker Ahh I totally screwed up the other one so I’m reposting it!^^)

Music blaring, books piled up as tall as Klavier, clothes piled in corners, waiting me to be put away - this was the usual state of one Daryan Crescend’s bedroom.

Not that he minded. He was somewhat more preoccupied by a pair of lips on his own, forceful enough to keep Klavier where he stood, trapped between the wall and Daryan, but gentle enough for him not to mind. He wasn’t sure how they’d ended up like this - he never really was, but one moment he had been talking about studying and music, the next he had been grabbing his ‘best friend’ by the collar and dragging him into a kiss.

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Klavier had initiated the kiss, but given the current circumstances, Daryan appeared to have swipe dominance from under his partner’s feet. He kept the other pinned against the wall, lips locked onto his soft flesh while utlizing tongue to prod and tease at the blonde’s own muscle—hands grasping the fabric of his shirt.

“...You’re doing a shit job in not messing up my ‘do, man.” Daryan muttered hurriedly, pulling away mere inches to complain. His visage was flushed, a single hand freed from fisting Klavier’s shirt to push back a lock of his hair. “Don’t you think you could stop it with the hair caressing? Just.. hold onto my shoulders or whatever. Not like Gigi needs to know we’re fooling around.”

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[zarla-s]

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zarla-s:

no good can come of this

(the alt 2-4 continuity again)

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¬_¬

Send a “¬_¬” for some bad advice from my muse!!

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“Dude, just avoid going home for the rest of the week and hang with me. We could totally like… Idunno, avoid everything.”

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[yzderia-deactivated20231027]

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star-stroke:

I should stop drawing these guys D:

BUT.

I CAN’T.

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Send a "¬_¬" for some bad advice from my muse!!

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simonochrome:

Peering over his shoulder, he shot a piercing gaze through thick, unkempt bangs– ready to choke the obnoxious bastard with his bare hands. His neighbor seemed to be quite the chatterbox, an annoying pest to be squashed. If only…

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From the start Daryan wasn’t expecting pleasantries. When one tries starting conversation with references like “prestigious ass”, an amiable chat should be far from anticipated. Daryan did, however, expect at least a response. When Simon merely stared back at him in silence through the jail bars? That’d be why behind the ex-Gavinner’s intensifying glare and tensing pose. The monochrome guy had a hell of a glare, but Daryan wasn’t gonna let himself get stiffed like this—not when there was already enough quiet.

“What’s it to you, buddy? Are you really this much of a prestigious ass or a huge dumb ass?”

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forensiclove​

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“The science chick that works under Gavin, right?”

“The lab-coat seems pretty counterproductive, but I guess I do like rebellious type.”

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