this is what selfshipping feels like
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this is what selfshipping feels like
mid investigation ice cream break
is it love, or can you feel it?
unexpected winter yaoi from the christmas neutral-disliker in the big 2025; rave it up!
"Hershel, I never thought to ask myself whether I was good at dancing—"
"Nonsense. You have performed admirably for an amateur."
layvau playlist cover coming at ya HOT and swagalicious. plot accurate, even. rejoice my nation
me when im stuck in a Never Defining The Relationship deathmatch with my friend— professor— partner— dont worry about it
“Layton,” you try, then by a stroke of boredom, decide to try again. “Hershel.”
selfship page we finally finished tonight (ft. bearik & e.p.'s selfships as well)
i believe ive learned a lot abt u and asa but not yet for my goat layton so Please tell me anything abt layton becuz that's like my uncle you know (btw i only noticed how your blog is them-centric its so good. the colors go so nicely. my sunset goobers)
HELL YEAH. made this theme having full confidence itd look good cause i only fall for fellow warm toned people (¬ᴗ ´¬ ) HEH. still at the part where i fight him in physical combat so i have not a lot but the s/i and lore is going! slowly! funny thing about him is that he proves i have a trend of:
thinking character is hot > finding that funny > joking about it through my hubris > few days pass > i'm genuinely in love with them > i now have to get rid of them somehow
but other than that, there's nothing big or fun to really talk about. other than i've written quite a bit of stuff with us in it! here's an exclusive snippet i wrote mid playing diabolical box? unwound future maybe idk? when i was trying to vent my crush out of my system:
With the music, my arm found rest in the lower etches of his side near where I thought his waist may have laid. Cold air pierced my back in waves as if to scold me. I knew it was useless — I’d already resolved to push my luck tonight until someone killed me for it. I had it on somewhat good faith that this was a hilarious way to spend my night, or else I'd die trying to waste my time like this. My resolve proved weaker than I thought. All of it wavered in droves when the smile he’d graced me with all this time disappeared for but a moment.
My humor took me again after noticing the slight warmth of his cheeks beneath his hat. When it struck me that he might have dipped his gaze down and away for a reason.
“My, you're forward,” he muttered.
Perfectly. With all the restraint of a gentleman, he scolded me. An unwilling smirk took over my lips, turned ever the grimace by my trying to pull it off of my own face. It must have annoyed him, when accompanied by my next thought.
“Sorry. Something must have come over me. Have I made myself lead?”
I played the innocent and feigned a look around for this source of misdeed as if to find him and stop him in the act myself, aware once again that there were surroundings in my sight.
His gaze settled on me again after brief hesitation. “No, not to my knowledge. Would you like me to teach you how to dance?”
Compose yourself.
“It would be quite the honor.”
Layton guided my every step with the sort of gentle patience which, of course, befitted a teacher like him. Oftentimes one could easily forget. That world renowned puzzlemaster, traveller, and adventurer Hershel Layton — that very same man who had many times stared death in the eyes and won — he occupied himself with an average job to tend to on the daily.
While half of my mental faculties remained in lesson, my other half strained to retain composure. The arm he held on my shoulder would, on occasion, slip down to my forearm to hold it in place, and on my end I fought to pretend it felt like nothing. More than outing my secret, there was this inherent need in me to dance well now. He, of all people, needed to see that I was a quick learner. This was my only chance to gain his recognition, if only for one thing.
By irony, I nearly tripped as he did so; the professor gave appraisal so casual I found it a scare when it happened. Nevertheless, I must remain normal. I will say I remained good enough in my adjustments to keep him talking of average matters, things he came to this city to discuss.
“Have you, by chance, heard of the Theatre Ophelia?” he’d asked of me, for example.
“Ah, yes, the ever-changing maze of mirages," — I spun him about and brought him back, as the light glistened off his silk red band — "Those who go there return in different faces; no doubt you have heard and that your journey here has been apropos to the legends.”
“...An astute observation. I was wondering if you would be so kind as to tell me more of the phenomenon.”
“Now would I be so kind, I wonder…”
“Have you a favor in mind? I would be happy to assist.”
Always so eager to please.
“I don't mean to unnerve,” I lightened my hold on him only to feel tortuous electricity as he pulled me back in place. “But, ah — well, you in particular I have had my eye on for a while. Aha. Who hasn't, really? You must know your fame.”
And I must know the extent of which my face has burned. This is embarrassing.
“You flatter me."
I hope I do. From the corner of my eye, Luke sat on the wayside tentatively watching us dance. He made it impossible to do anything with that piercing gaze on me. As if waiting for me to pull something dastardly, waiting for me to back myself in a corner, waiting to prosecute me for my sins. It was all I could do to ignore him that night.
s/is OUT OF THE WINDOW, this is just "what if i was toned down and whimsically victorian british for the purposes of fitting into the pl vibes" - and this might have been BEFORE unwound future or miracle mask. i might have predicted that man was a pouty princess before anything happened 🫵 remember this
honestly i like what i was doing in this time period, i've posted some stuff with him and my evil creature freak s/i for the pl universe. and honestly i should keep doing that if making a normal human s/i proves to be too difficult KENIDJFJE
ohhhhh hes so stupid and his puns are so nothingburger and he was such a dweeb and i still crumble into a million pieces when i hear or see tiny 🤏 layton from azran legacy and hes so fluffy hair oh i hate him hes SUCH a princess how did i do this to myself AGAIN