#brutaltown

[misguidedstars]

calling all hidden block/asagao fans

i’m gonna look at starting a series of oneshots centred around shane/luke or brutaltown, based on a fic i wrote a year ago so i guess send me prompts? please! 

nothing sexual lmao, and it’ll be purely asagao based 

[saltier-than-a-pbg-in-the-ocean]

ship bingo lemme get uhhhh spacebutter, brutaltown, hanabutter and hanamai?

holy shi-thank you and do not hesitate to send more

spacebutter

good shit but i, the rarepair queen, prefer a ton of ships over it

Brutaltown

Same thing that applies to spacebutter but i honestly like it a little more

Hanabutter

I just dont like it very much im sorry

Hanamai

I love them very much

[shipping-aesthetics-blog]

Brutaltown moodboard for my bRo @megaflygonun-confirmed woOop I enjoyed making this and stay tuned my dear friend c; ~AJ💜

[averagetrapinch]

I’d pay any amount of money for this to be real 

(Last night in Luke’s stream we all decided this would be A++)

[ellieofmidnight-blog]

41 with Ian because That Ellie Iangst:tm: is Good 👌 Shit 👌👌

ANGST REQUEST - “I feel like I can’t breathe”

hhhhHHHH thank you!!!! I’ve missed making the boi su f  f e r

Send me a prompt? <3

Much to the surprise of even himself, it wasn’t always the daytime loneliness that he struggled with the most. The time of day where the club gathered and pretended to hate each other just that little more than they usually did, or when Luke would tease him in class to try and distract him from his work, or when he’d be left by himself at lunch ‘cause everyone had other things to do and no one else seemed to be brave, or stupid, enough to engage him in conversation.

No, the time that Ian feared the most was at night. The crushing quiet, even with the sounds of Luke’s incessant ‘mouth-breathing’, only reminded him just how lonely the world really was and, when it came down to it, how insignificant his life on this dirt rock had turned, despite whatever achievements he could try to conjure up. So, he’d simply lie in bed and stare up at the empty ceiling, his mind racing but his face quiet. Stoic and cool; just the way he’d always been. For the most part.

It was a single night that he’d slipped up and made a vital error in keeping his nighttime crises a secret. It was nothing big, and nothing that he had assumed would cause suspicion, but Luke apparently had a keener ear than he’d given him credit for. Ian shifted in his bed, his eyes fixed on the glow of the moon behind the curtain, casting long, inhuman looking, yet still obscurely anthropomorphic, shadows onto the wall. He sighed and, after rubbing at his face in an attempt to either wake himself up or to brush off the weight on his chest, he slipped out of bed, crossing the wooden floorboards to the window, his heart in his throat.

Ian’s forehead pressed up against the cool glass, he raised an eyebrow at the creaking of wood, his eyes flickering to the side of him but making certain that he kept the rest of him still and unmoving. A statue, for the most part. A statue that had the same stone cold outlook. 

The didn’t share any words, even when Luke hovered behind his shoulder, his fingers barely resting on Ian’s arm in a token of solidarity. They didn’t need words, not really. After the years of being in Hidden Block, they’d developed a silent understanding of each other, a sort of telepathy. Ian shook his head and let a small smile grace his lips, a soft sigh of both acceptance and defeat escaping past them. A ghost of a breeze passing through an abandoned cemetery.

“Sometimes…” Ian turned his attention back to the dark paths outside, the lamps long since dead at this time of night, “I feel like I can’t breathe. Like there’s a rope around my neck that wants me dead.” He shook his head again and his smiled dropped slightly before he carried on, “Like.. no matter how much I try to get that oxygen back, there’s always something blocking off my lungs. Y’know?”

Luke was silent for a moment, mulling it all over, before giving a sombre nod, “Mm. Like when our class goldfish’s air filter broke.”

“What?” Ian frowned, mouth slightly agape in a mix of wonder and confusion, before he pushed out a light chuckle, “Yeah, sure, whatever. Just like the goldfish.” 

There was another stretched silence, although it was nothing compared to the stereotypical silences. It wasn’t awkward or uncomfortable, it wasn’t unnecessary or forced, it was just… silence. Two pointless beings on a giant, polluted space boulder, floating through the black abyss. There was something poetic in that. Or, at least, there would be if he gave two shits about poetry.“Except..”

Ian blinked himself out of his daze, the fuzz clearing from his mind, even as he continued to watch the gentle swaying of the tree branches. A natural metronome. “You’re not like Freddi–”

“Oh? What made you come to that conclusion? The lack of gills or–”

“Just.. shut up a minute.” That caught Ian off guard and he awkwardly shifted his feet, hands back in the pockets of his club jacket. “You’re not like Freddi because you’re not alone. You’re not stuck in some little tank, forced to watch the world pass you by as you struggle to keep floating. There’s always gonna be someone that can help clean out your air filter.”

Ian wasn’t sure whether to bring up the poor choice of wording, but ultimately decided against it, especially once his heart settled back in his throat, his stomach tying into an uncomfortable knot, and his eyes stinging with frozen tears. Alone was all he had felt, even when he’d been surrounded by people. But.. maybe Luke was right, as hard as it was to admit to his face.

“Go back to bed. You’re sleep deprived.”

[asagaopix-blog]

guess what folks its writing time

Ian passed his eyes over the notes, translating the various orders in his head and preparing many meals. He was good at this, even if he had to do plenty of multitasking. He was sort of good at that. Ian adjusted the net his hair was cast in when a note caught his eye that he didn’t quite understand

Hay # ?

Ian squinted at it, trying to understand what meal it was trying to instruct him to make. He grabbed it, scribbled a few question marks on the paper, then placed it back, continuing to work on orders. He had finished two customers’ meals when the note was back, with another scrawl back.

Rude : ( I’ve worked for you for all these years...

Ian looked up from his work, and found Luke staring back at him, adjusting his cap. When Luke and Ian made eye contact, Luke blushed and looked away. Ian looked back down at the note, and scribbled down a question.

Don’t you already have my number for contacting me?

Ian set it back, then worked on some more orders. He was preparing soup when he spotted the note get placed back. Ian took it and observed it for a few seconds.

Maybe the business number. Not yours, dude. Can’t we hang out outside of work?

Ian wrote down his number, feeling a bit warm- or was that just the heat around him? He and Luke really did seem to hit it off... Ian just placed the note back and went back to making orders. He could tell it was a lull in the day, seeing as not as many meals were being made now.

Luke showed up in the kitchen, and Ian shot his head up. Luke’s smile seemed to brighten up the already lit room, and Ian tried not to make it seem like he was happy to see his head waiter. “Hey.”

“Hey, man! You write quick!” Luke said, winking. “I’m surprised you didn’t write your number sooner! Anyway, we should be off shift soon, so...” Luke’s smile dimmed slightly. “You wanna hang out someplace?”

Ian smiled, and he swore that Luke’s face lit up again. Ian replied, “Sure, I guess.”

“Sweet!” Luke pumped his fist, then looked towards the door quickly. Nobody was coming in, so Luke looked back to Ian and brought out his phone. “I’m gonna go back out there and take the payment soon, so I’ll see you...” Luke’s eyes glinted, “on the flippity flip.”

Luke left, and Ian had to actively prevent himself from laughing.

[poketin]

@ellieofmidnight i was listening to tenacious d throughout the entirety of writing this

enjoy being old enough to drink and vape in the land of burgerbeachland, usa

also hint = clue (the game)

“Ian!”

The guy in question turned in his crappy seat on the crappy school lunch benches to stare at his musical friend, who was jogging towards him with a suspiciously large grin on his chiseled jaw.

Not as chiseled as Paul, the jaw god, but close enough. Maybe. If jaw classifications were baseball leagues, Paul would definitely be in the major leagues. Hard to beat Babe Ruth at jaw chiseling.

Ian blinked. Something about Luke really got him rambling, it seemed.

“What?” He declared irritably, stabbing at his plate with a strange utensil one could only describe as a sporkife.“I was in the middle of important pasta matters.”

Unfortunately, Luke hadn’t heard his half-sarcasm as he had only then removed his blasting headphones and hung them rather stylishly off his neck. Ian cocked his head as he caught some snippets of the song before Luke switched everything off.

Something about squeezing and saying please…?

Ian raised an eyebrow, taking careful note of the action so he could keep it suspended for the appropriate amount of time for skepticism and intrigue. Possible music shaming would have commenced had Luke not plopped down next to him and immediately shoved a question into his ears.

“Forget the awful and boring school food,” Luke purred as he snaked an arm around Ian’s shoulder. “How about we go back to my place? I’ve got board games.”

Ian leaned back so Luke could get the full blast of his neutral expression. Unfazed, that’s how he rolled.

“Is that some kind of euphemism?”

Ian had to duck to avoid the spray of musician spit from the hat wearing funkman as he blew a derisive raspberry.

“I thought moose lived in Alaska or something, not in the gutter.” He boomed out a laugh at his dumb joke before continuing. “I have loads of cool stuff, like Hint.” Luke wiggled his eyebrows. “You like Hint, don’t you Ian?”

Ian grumbled but his growing smile betrayed him. “I like Hint.”

“You like those thinky games, the ones where you have to sleuth stuff. The moose of intrigue, they should call you.” Luke’s eyes lit up and Ian forced down the urge to headbutt him and run. “They should call you...Iantriguing.”

Ian frothed at the mouth, his allergies to horrible wordplay threatening to dissolve his insides like acid. His suppressed sarcasm was becoming a poison, one that melted the crap out of everything he loved, but he endured, lest he turn that poison on the things he loved in the outside world.

He’d let acid destroy him from the inside out as long as Luke’s smile could be preserved, loathe as he was to admit it.

“You know, I’m killing myself for you.”

“What?”

“Nothing. Do you have Good Rodents?”

Luke yanked his hat over his eyes jokingly, nearly stumbling into a wall as Ian watched on. “No one has that horrifying nightmarefest except for you, my friend.”

“It’s a complete masterpiece. Sorry you doubt its glory.”

“That’s not even a board game.” Luke swatted at Ian with his trusty hat. “Let’s just hurry to my dorm, okay? Before I have to sit through your weird gaming experiences.”

A pause.

“That was an invite to invite me to your dorm so I can totally sit through your weird gaming experiences. Please.”

Ian waved a hand.

“We’ll see.”

Ian stood in front of Luke’s dorm door as the latter unlocked his door.

Luke threw open his door with a flourish and a bow, jumping back in fear as it banged against the door stop with such a force that it slammed shut again from the rebound force. His bravado and enthusiasm were doused as he fished out his key again, blushing and apologizing to a few people who poked their heads out in the hall, angry at the loud noise.

Ian smiled as he was ushered inside, happiness flooding his senses for no discernible reason. He turned towards Luke to see a similar expression on his face, albeit with more obvious adoration.

“There’s something stuck in your teeth, Luke.”

Luke’s smile fell for but a moment before it returned. He held his arms bashfully behind his back as he shimmied in place. His specialty shimmy. This couldn’t be good, thought the intelligent and beautiful mooseman.

“Do you think...you could get it out for me?”

Ian dug through that sentence before Luke had even finished, taking the words “get” and “out” and putting them into action as he speed walked to the other end of the room.

“Wait!” After attempting to parkour off the wall, Luke, covered in dirt, scratches, and bad decisions, skidded to a halt in front of Ian. “Okay, okay, no team exercises. Let’s just get to investigating alright?”

He reached below his bed and pulled out Hint’s box. Unfortunately, a silver fish had been on the top and Luke dropped it like a stone, the box exploding open and the contents falling every which way.

They both sighed and began picking everything up, Luke throwing a piece at Ian.

A fatal mistake that soon turned into more piece flinging.

The chosen sport of true champions.

“This is kind of a mess of a first date, isn’t it?” Luke said as rolled the only remaining dice left.

“Don’t worry, everyone and everything’s a mess all the time. Messes can be great.”

“A motivational speaker, you ain’t.”

“Shut up and guess the murder weapon, before it turns into this game board. With the victim being you.”

Luke fell back dramatically. “The horror!” He threw an arm in the air as he bent backwards like a gymnast. Like someone who grinds at 4 am.“It was Ian, in the dorm with the game board.” He sat back up and pulled down the shirt that had began to creep up his stomach, giving someone who may have been watching an excellent view.

“Coincidentally, that may or may not be the title of my next hit single.”

Ian hurriedly switched his attention back to the game. “Be sure to pay me 70/30 of the profits then. You can’t use my likeness without paying me royally.”

“It’s worth it.”

Ian swallowed hard at his sincerity and leaned against Luke’s shoulder. “Let me see your

“Double detectives!” Luke placed a well-coordinated smooch on Ian’s lips before jumping up and sweeping up the board and all its pieces in his arms. “Watch this—!”

With a shout, he threw the bundle of game against his bedroom wall with muscles practically bursting forth with effort, the pieces smacking against the cheap drywall and flying all over the room. The cards fell into an anticlimactic pile as the board hit the wall and frisbeed right to Ian, the sharp rotating deathtrap cutting off a snippet or two of hair before falling onto the floor with a loud slap.

Ian stared at this mess of pieces and cards and simply gently fell backwards onto the hardwood.

A snort escaped him before he could stop it and he covered his face with his hands. He closed his eyes and curled into a ball, laughing into his knees at the absurdity of it all with tears pricking at his eyes.

He heard helpless laughter and heard a dull thump as Luke fell onto the floor beside him. Ian dared to raise his face to wipe away his tears of mirth, stealing a glance at the ball of sunshine beside him.

Luke’s face was flushed pink and his eyes were screwed tight as his mouth froze in choked laughter.

Ian would only admit it after 12 cups of coffee, about the point where he forgot the meaning of the word filter, but it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

[cherrylimemaid]

Psst I need Brutaltown in a dumb vampire AU to live for the ship thing pls ily

Luke let out a chuckle. “You know, you’d make a good vampire.”

Ian tensed up a bit. He forced his voice to stay steady. “I-I’d make a terrible vampire.”

“I thought that at fire too,” Luke mused, leaning forward a bit. “But I’ve done pretty well for myself so far. So, what do you say? We could hunt together until the sun bursts!”

He couldn’t look away, he never knew how serious Luke was when he said that. Sure, he’d said it before, but wasn’t that what he told Jeff? “I-I’ll pass, thanks.”

Though he frowned for a moment, Luke dismissed it with a shrug. “Alright, well, just keep it in mind, alright?”