#king of the queue

[dontcallmetambers]

This shouldn’t be happening.

Tambry was born to explore and enjoy all that Gravity Falls had to offer. Her rough start into the field of cryptozoology had proven that, strength of mind and resilience of body allowing her to push past any and all obstacles. The world wanted her to be engaged in its vastness, tempting her with promises of knowledge and chances for the occasional break with one of the most wonderful people in the world.

Nature shouldn’t have turned on her, leaving her within inches of certain doom.

“I’m scared! Wh-what if I–uh!” She felt her fingers slipping, instinctively reaching up with her other hand and kicking towards the near vertical cliffside in search of proper footing. “Please don’t leave me!”

[thecryptidking-blog]

“I’m not going to leave you. Ever. Just... trust me, okay?” God... Fisk or Zon needed to hurry up and get there. Hell, even Komodo would be welcomed, useless as the reptile was in this situation.

He didn’t know how long he could hold on, but he knew he was holding her with all the strength he could use without risk of falling over himself. “I... I love you. You know that, right? I’m not letting you go for the world.”

[king-of-your-world]

Hello. I am the King. I uh... am new to Tumblr. Please welcome me.

[temerxrio]

A little sleepy

COLLECTION OF DRABBLE PROMPTS

A Little Sleepy: Your muse falling asleep on my muse

                                       Aii is warm.

         It’s not the first observation that comes into Akura’s mind, but it’s the only one that escapes the quiet buzz of his tired mind long enough for him to make any sense of it. Aii is warm against him, and in the haze of the lazy night, it seems almost enough to lull Akura to sleep.

       For his part, Aii seemed to have fallen asleep long ago, sometime between the beginning of the Pokemon marathon and this moment, when Akura squinted at the screen and just barely made out Ash and Pikachu. By this time of night, even he could recognize the mushiness and - well, general lack of function in his brain. But no matter how much he screwed his eyes shut and tried to will himself into sleep, something seemed to be keeping him awake, tethering him to the realm of consciousness, if only by a weak thread.

       With a quiet groan, he let his head fall on top of Aii's and pressed close to the small swimmer despite the heat of  threatening to choke him and the sweat pressing his shirt to his skin. He was hot, hot, unbelievably so, and he was beginning to envy his boyfriend's ability to sleep so peacefully in this heat. Really, he'd have to ask Aii how he did it, how he felt with such unbearable conditions like it was nothing at all.

       Another yawn - he really was having trouble keeping his eyes open now. He could almost taste the the sleep on his tongue, something real and tangible - or, no, he'd accidentally gotten some of Aii's hair in his mouth. Not fun.

     And it was sometime between that - that quiet realization of "wow I'm an idiot"  - and the closely following, unrelated, "he really is beautiful," that Akura's own eyes slipped shut and he fell asleep.

[temerxrio]

"...." ---VIBRATES

SEND ME A “….” AND I WILL USE A RANDOM NUMBER GENERATOR TO SEE WHICH OF THE FOLLOWING MY MUSE WILL SAY TO YOURS OR I WILL WRITE A SHORT DRABBLE BASED ON WHATEVER I GET. (RANDOM)

                                             These feelings of his were stupid.

     At least, that’s what his mind said, to comfort him, to bring back some sense of what normalcy felt like, what love felt like. But could something like that even exist in this wretched heart anymore? It felt - it felt cold and burning all at once, a myriad of emotions that swelled and threatened to take him over, and so in the end all he did was curl up and try to bottle them in.

     But something like this, whatever it was, couldn’t stay bottled for long no matter how hard he tried.

     He felt cold. Cold and burning and - and useless, that was the word, wasn’t it? Someone like him was utterly useless, full of nothing but stupid emotions he couldn’t even put a name to.

     But of course, stupid, stupid him - all he ever knew was how to talk, never knew when to keep his goddamn mouth shut -

    And the words came out in a jumble, a twisted, emotional mess, but that was just like him wasn’t it? Still, there was an emotion, as unreadable on his own, etched on the other’s face and, oh god, what had he even said, why was he still talking, when he was nothing more than just a waste of space?

     ”Look,”  - and almost out of habit, a hand reached up to run through his hair awkwardly and he bit his lower lip - “Look, what I just said? You should just… forget it….” Ah, clumsy, clumsy him, always fumbling over his own words with a heavy tongue. He really was good for nothing, wasn’t he?

    “Because - ” But, no, that wasn’t the point he wanted to address at all, and he shook his head as though to clear it, to make sense of the jumble that plagued his murky mind. “Why…” He coughed a bit, to clear his throat and his hazy mind - “Why do you keep saying I’m good when I’m totally worthless and - and bad?”

[temerxrio]

☼ rushes away

SEND ☼ TO HEAR THE WORDS THAT MY MUSE WOULD WHISPER TO YOURS ONLY WHEN YOUR MUSE IS FAST ASLEEP

                              “Yuki…”

                                                                                   Ah, right, that was her name, wasn’t

                                                                                   it? Akura had to admit, it was a very

                                                                                   pretty name, and it tasted sweet and

                                                                                   quiet on his tongue…

     Ah, but how had they gotten into this situation? Well, he’s not quite sure, but even with the rattling of the train on the tracks, there’s a nice kind of quiet in the nearly empty train car. Wait, surely that was it, wasn’t it? He, being Akura, had thought it’d be a marvelous idea to start a conversation with someone he didn’t really know. He’d seen her before on his train, and maybe she’d seen him, but they’d never actually talked -

     Well - it was alright in the end, Yuki seemed to be a nice girl, even if it was getting harder and harder to remember what they’d even spoken about, considering how late it was at night. Steadily throughout the train ride, Akura had felt his eyelids drooping more and more until - 

               Ah, but there was a weight on his shoulder.

                             Had she really fallen asleep on him?

     But even if he hadn’t known her for very long, there was something warm and quiet and comfortable about this moment, on a train late at night in a nearly-empty train car, and the moment tasted as sweet as Yuki’s name. So with another stifled yawn, he let his head drop onto the one on his shoulder and sighed.

     ”Hey, Yuki…” Of course, she was asleep, and she couldn’t actually respond, but even then, his heavy tongue still moved, clumsily forming words - “Hey, Yuki… You’re very pretty, you know….”

    The words were just a bit slurred, even to his own ears, and Akura gave one final yawn before finally letting his eyelids slip shut on the quiet night.

[jockpoetry]

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