#backstrokes

[allthatlives]

Backstrokes directed by John Summers, Video 10 (1988).

[seasfree]

backstrokes: ....oh

❝ am I wrong though? ❞

[ilikebottombunk]

1,6 & 9 for the ship meme thingy

some old meme | @backstrokes

1. are you open to on-the-fly shipping with your muse?

UM YES AND NO? Yes because like everyone else I dickass on the dash and play around with ships casually but for actual real ships I prefer to have some kind of development fleshing it out first. I don’t know if it’s the MFRP bitch in me that has drilled in the fact you MUST HAVE DEVELOPMENT TO EARN A SHIP but I just don’t tend to like just ‘jumping’ into things willy nilly, it’s just not as enjoyable imo.

6. Has your muse dated before? if so, how long did those relationships usually last?

Canon wise I hc he hasn’t really dated much, quick flings maybe. Time to get over Rin honey, he doesn’t love you.

In my own personal MFRP turned indie universe he’s dating @kejidotori and has been for a while

9.Who are some characters you ship your muse with?

Natsuya big BIG time ( even though I am NatsuNao ALL THE WAY and would never actually want it to happen lmao ) Ikuya ( yeah just give me all the Kirishimas ) Kisumi, Gou, Ai, Haru

Makoto is *waves hands* SouMako can be good I’m just not mad about it

Momo is HIS SON THAT HE LOVES SO MUCH BUT THAT’S HIS BABY WE DON’T FUCK THAT 

SouRin I have become VERY picky about and only ship under a very certain strict set of conditions

However SouRinKisu is a big fave OT3

[genesismaiden]

backstrokes replied to your post: her head says “no stripping” but her heart says...

Encourage us Misaki chan

i have a reputation as tired and done with all to uphold and protect.... because it’s you, i won’t stop you

[karxsu-blog]

@backstrokes

He’d had no reason to seek out a beach the last time he was in the Hive.

The heat of summer had arrived, and while Yata wasn’t keen on wasting his time in the city when he could be looking for work, he needed to relax his mind. After being brought back from Shizume once more, the vanguard felt resigned; the anger was there, of course, but he knew now that he couldn’t do anything about it. Maybe that was the worst part of all.

So he’d taken to walking along the shore of the beach, absently kicking up sand and looking out towards the sea. It was a calm day, without much of breeze, and Yata could feel his bare shoulders warming under the sun. Several yards behind him lay his belongings: a discarded backpack, skateboard, and t-shirt. While he wore swim trunks, he had yet to venture into the water, more interested in walking off his poor mood than having a fun time swimming. What was even the damn point of it all--

Movement up ahead caught his attention, hazel eyes flickering away from the still waters and focusing on a figure in the distance. It took some seconds for his brain to catch up with who he was seeing, recognition then rapidly smacking him in the face. A sense of relief washed over him even as regret followed --so Makoto was stuck here, too.

Feet picking up the pace, Yata called out to him as he approached: “Makoto!”

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@backstrokes​

Takizawa jumped from rooftop to rooftop, trying to make it home in time. The one advantage to ghoul powers was that he no longer had to worry about commute time. Which he assumed must have been terrible with all the drones flying around. They weren’t really his concern though, nor were the people underneath. 

Takizawa Seidou was done with playing hero. He had one more point of attachment to the world, and she was not here. Thus he was rushing to return to her side. He brought his nails to a wall to slow his descent as he skidded down it. Only a few more blocks to go, and he could make the rest of the trip on the ground. That was all he was thinking of, the destination ahead, when out of the corner of one eye he saw a familiar strong back. 

He was just a selfish and needy person, he should have kept acting like it. 

Takizawa suddenly descended on the drone, his kagune formed around his arm like a large spike that he drove into his head, slicing through the metal like butter. Still standing on the carnage as the drone started to catch fire, Takizawa looked down at Mako and smiled.  “Heya!”

[swimprize]

Ah Natsuya senpai, congratulations on your wedding!

FAKE WEDDING ASK!!!!! || @backstrokes

❝You too Makoto?!❞

❝There’s no wedding, I didn’t expect a guy like you to fall for Asahi’s stupid jokes.❞

[jikyuuryoku]

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Nonverbal RP starters -> @backstrokes

💪 Pick my muse up.

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“Ah, it’s so cold…!” So. Maybe inviting a few friends out to the beachside in the middle of fall wasn’t the best idea, but Ai had been tracking the sunset for weeks now, and the onset of a beautiful pink and purple sky was too beautiful not to capitalize on.

Maybe for better or worse, the only person who took him up on it was Makoto. He felt a little bad, since they were about a two-hour train ride away from Tokyo right now, but on the other hand, Ai innately trusts Makoto to get it. It’s a rare sunset, after all!

And, well. It wouldn’t be so bad to watch the last few minutes of it from shore, where icicle-like water doesn’t lap at his ankles. Ai starts to back-pedal, before he realizes his feet have no traction–

“–T-Tachibana-san?” There’s a laugh in there somewhere between his surprised gawk, lithe legs and wet ankles dangling from where a set of strong arms have seemingly effortlessly picked him up out of the water. “So strong…!” His arms are like pillows! I want to sleep on them! “Wait, isn’t this dangerous? In the water?! Ah, careful–! Please don’t fall!”