#tysh thinks

[tinytysh]

like honestly, watching Loki series after a whole year of queer shows makes me feel crazy

loki and mobius act soooo in love with each other. if they were not in a show made by marvel (and Disney) they would've kissed first thing this episode. but marvel keeps pushing the selfcest thing it makes them look stupid

free these poor guys please let then kiss

[joshler-trash21]

i believe that tyler really REALLY loves putting josh in sheer/see-through/cropped clothing. if josh has to wear a shirt, tyler requests that he chooses for josh. and i love them for that.

[neillisto]

GLEE AU BUT WELL YOU CAN THINK IT'S JUST SCHOOL AU TYSH hi!

[formula-fun]

hi em!! I was at a national music consert today (yes balalaika was there. yes katyusha was played too) and I kept thinking about ostinato!!

how are Max and Charles doing? are they happy 🥺?

also good luck with your masters!!! I'm working on my thesis as well and Microsoft Word is going to make me through up soon, so I hope you're doing better!!!

hi tysh!!! omg...the boys...thank you for checking in on them!!

Show me your living room

Max blinks down at his phone. He glances up the dishes he’d been scrubbing to glance around his living space: his sweatshirt thrown over the back of a dining chair, sandy shoes still in a pile in front of the door, Jimmy sniffing at the screen with lazy interest.

He wipes his wet hands on the kitchen towel. Why? He types back carefully.

He doesn’t get the chance to hit send before the phone is ringing. He swears softly and swipes to accept the call with a still-soapy pinky finger.

“Why am I looking at your ceiling?” Charles asks politely.

“Hello, Charles,” Max says into the room. He flicks the water on, rinsing his fingers quickly.

“What is that noise?”

“It’s the sink. I’m cleaning.”

“You are cleaning the sink?”

“Well, I’m doing dishes.” He dries his hands again before scooping his phone up and turning to lean against the counter. “What is it? It’s early there, no?”

Charles is sleep-rumpled and soft around the edges, dimples already pressing into his cheeks. His eyes are still heavy-lidded and a little puffy, but it only makes Max want to wrap him back up in blankets and fall asleep at his side.

“Xavi called me,” Charles says slowly.

Max squeezes his eyes shut. Right—the piano. “There should be room in the living room for it, but it will be cramped,” he warns. “I talked to Jenson, and he doesn’t mind the sound. Of course I’m always making a racket.”

“Mmh, racket,” Charles hums.

“He just wants to know when you’re planning on having it sent over if it’s going to come here,” Max continues. “You remember from when you visited?”

“Yeah, I remember.”

“It’s small. The acoustics aren’t very good.” Max leans forward to peer through the doorway. “I brought a rug, but yours will probably be better. Would you like to see?”

“No,” Charles says slowly. “No, I trust you. How have you been?”

Max frowns, turning back to his phone. Charles is smiling at him softly, sappy-sweet around the edges. “What? Since we talked yesterday?”

“I haven’t seen you in a while. You look tan. Have you been in the sun? Your hair’s getting so light.”

Max shifts on his feet, ruffling a hand through his hair, and Charles lets out a little sound.

“Your arms.”

“I’ve been going to the gym,” Max says, his ears heating. “They have a patio. It’s good to get out—make some friends outside of music. It’s healthy, anyway.”

“Mh, healthy,” Charles murmurs, flopping down into the duvet on his stomach.

“Yeah, I’ve been boxing. Always wanted to try it.” He scrubs a hand over the back of his neck, then catches himself when he sees the way Charles presses his lips together and leans closer to the phone. He lets his hand fall. “So, living room?”

“No, no,” Charles says quickly. “I trust you. I don’t need to see it. Wherever you think is best will be fine.”

Max raises an unimpressed eyebrow. “Absolutely not. There’s no way you don’t care where it goes.”

“You’re smart, and you know the space better than I do. You know me.”

“So if I put it in the bedroom?”

“Mh, yes, bedroom,” Charles hums. “Let’s see the bedroom.”

“Charles, Xavi is going to want an answer,” Max chides.

Charles hums. “Xavi can wait. Can you flex again?”

“I wasn’t flexing before.”

“You weren’t?” He rolls onto his back, his hair ruffled against the white cloud of his duvet. “I don’t believe you. Prove it. Show me.”

“I’m hanging up on you.”

“Yes! Good idea. Call me back on your laptop. No, wait, I’ll call you, I need to grab mine from my bag.”

“Charles—”

“I love you!”

The screen goes dark.

Max stares at it for a minute, then catches sight of his reflection in the glass: the last rays of sun catching in the gold of his hair, his cheeks flushed a pleased pink. His shoulders have gotten bigger. Charles isn’t wrong; he’s noticed that himself.

Still, something in his chest shifts when he thinks about the way Charles had said it—something fresh and shy, sending his heart racing and his cheeks darkening even more.

It’s so stupid. So, so stupid.

He groans as if that will somehow counteract the smile fighting its way onto his face. Turning on his heel, he stomps off toward the bedroom, stripping his shirt off as he goes.

[lsunstreakerl]

i am. a bit drunk. on vodka and red bull. and in monaco. and i made friends with a lovely woman whose only flaw is that her favourite driver is lando. and my brain keeps going DU DU DU DU DU MAX VERSTAPPEN on loop.

i think need sleep. i have corrected so many spelling mistakes. please come save me from myself.

also the prince of monaco's car collection is v cool and i weep every day for the death of colourful and fun cars. love u bye

hi!! first tysh and now you- I'm handing out little virtual water bottles for the hangovers.

monaco!! that is super cool that you're actually there, and hopefully it's fun and you see all the cool things. (not jealous about the prince of monaco's car collection at all, never-)

sometimes you meet the most amazing incredible people, and you have to wonder "what's secretly wrong with you?" and if you can't figure it out, the answer is probably that they're a mclaren fan. one day someone will form a victims of mclaren rehabilitation group and that person will be oscar piastri

water before sleep! take care of your liver <3

BRING BACK COOL COLORFUL FUN CARS 😤 I HATE THAT EVERYTHING IS A DUMB RECTANGLE NOW. BRING BACK FUN. BRING BACK SEXY. GET RID OF HEADLIGHTS BRIGHTER THAN THE SUN

[bitingdrivers]

hi tysh <3 i'd like a 24. showing up injured at their friend/mentor’s house for the fic game maybe?

hi esi!

so.. I kind of messed up. I meant to save the ask game post to my drafts for when I'm feeling like playing, but I posted it instead. oops!

But! I did write a little thing for you! it was actually kind of nice since I didn't write anything fic related this week.

I put a little spin on the prompt and made it bones au because I miss them. so, here. 500 words of bones au maxiel!

Max hears a muffled “Come in” from inside Daniel's apartment after knocking on the door. He slowly turns the doorknob and steps through. Max hasn't been here a lot, but Daniel's flat is easy to navigate – a short corridor that leads to the living room and the kitchen. 

On the big but worn out couch lies Daniel, still in his light blue work shirt and gray pants. His face is covered in abrasions and little cuts, and he's holding his left arm weirdly, laying it over his stomach, hiding it from Max’s view. 

“Bones!” Daniel exclaims, trying to get up from the couch, but wincing and gingerly laying back down. “To what do I owe this pleasure?"

“Just came to check on you,” Max answers, sitting on the arm of the couch, closer to Daniel's legs. 

A few hours ago Daniel went to the victim's place – a small house somewhere in a suburban area. Max wanted to go with him, but he still had work to do in the lab. He tried to convince Daniel to wait for him, Max needed half an hour at most to finish his notes, but Daniel was impatient, said it would be just a quick check, since the victim lived alone anyway, and left without Max. 

Two hours later, Max received a call from him, and had to listen to Daniel explain how when he entered the victim’s house, a man barreled into him, frantic and suspicious, trying to run away. And how Daniel heroically chased the man through the small backyards and spiky bushes, narrowly avoiding getting hit by a car and tumbling to the rough asphalt. The guy ran into a dead end and surrounded, letting Daniel arrest him. 

Apparently they had quite a scuffle, judging by Daniel's beaten up form on the couch. 

Daniel is yet to tell Max who the guy is or why he was running, but it can wait.

“Nothing I can't sleep off,” Daniel grins, waving his good hand, the other still hidden. Max needs to check on that later. “They gave me the rest of the day off, might as well use that."

Max hums. “Are the wounds that bad? What did the doctor say?” he asks, standing up and moving closer to Daniel to inspect his face. 

“Uh. Nothing,” Daniel falters, following Max’s movements. “I went straight home,” he adds, looking away. 

Max furrows his eyebrows, looking at the scrapes on Daniel's cheekbone. “What? Why?” 

“It's just a few scratches, I'm fine,” Daniel replies, still looking somewhere behind Max. 

Max asks where Daniel's first aid kit is, thinking, What an idiot.  

Max could've probably stayed in the lab, there is no serious reason for him to be here, rooting through Daniel's bathroom cabinets, looking for something that might not be there. But learning that Daniel was injured – even if it's just a couple of scrapes and a bruised hand – still made Max worry. He could've been there, could've helped Daniel catch the guy, or at least make sure Daniel's wounds would be looked after. 

But he wasn't there. So now he has to gently angle Daniel's face and dab a cotton pad with iodine on the small scrapes. 

Daniel hisses from the sting and after lifting the pad, Max softly blows on the wounds, hoping it will help with the pain.

[33max]

us (you are the snoopie plushie) (I am protecting you from evil)

I think this is the nicest ask I’ve ever gotten thank you so much tysh

[tinytysh]

sometimes I genuinely forget sex is real. you're telling me you actually do that stuff? the things they write in fics??

[joshler-trash21]

idk josh beating up tyler and then kissing him is just sooooooooooo :)

[lost-in-fandoms]

hi esi!!!

3 and 11 for the ask game!!

hi tysh! <3 questions from here

3. What is the most amount of research you’ve done for the smallest detail? What was the detail and how much time/effort went into researching it?

mmm i'm not sure. for a fic for a different fandom i spent an absurd amount of time researching lighthouses. when i write something that is set in a specific place i spend quite some time on google maps, trying to make it sound right. i've also spent quite some time looking up how all the parts of medieval armor are called for that maxiel ficlet i wrote last year. i don't think i do thaaat much research for fics, because i don't write very complex ones and usually i just dump my thoughts on the page and if there is something i'm not sure of i skirt around it, but i am sure as soon as i'll press post i will remember something.

11. Conversely, if you had to pick a single trope to read for the next seven-and-half years, which trope would that be?

this is hard, but i think i'll cheat and say friend to lovers because you can fit SO many other tropes in it. i love reading the change in dynamics, i love the pre-existing familiarity shifting in a different kind of established relationship, i love how you can have the awkwardness, the pining, the miscommunication, the angst, the softness...anything you want! and you can set it in any au so i've got those covered too. yes this is a cop out answer. i know.

[mr-mistyeyed]

Prev this is from a Rolling Stone Interview in 2016 (it's a bit tricky to see the website because they want you to pay but i've copied the full fanfiction part below)

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They avoid Twenty One Pilots fan fiction

The world of Twenty One Pilots fan fiction is vast and very, very weird. The website Archive of Our Own hosts more than 2,100 wild stories from devoted fans. Plots range from Josh discovering he’s a werewolf (“He found himself lying naked in the middle of the woods, the taste of carcass in his mouth and blood under his fingernails”) to the guys entering the world of Pokemon (“I’m not a Pokemon.” Josh let out quietly as the realization dawned on him. “At least, I’m not supposed to be.”) It takes Dun a minute to process all this. “I’m a vampire and I’m in Pokemon?” he says. “I guess I’m multi-talented.” 

A great deal of the stories are extremely sexual, and they often revolve around Tyler and Josh discovering a hidden love for each other and acting on it in every way possible. “When you start reading stuff like that, it does something weird to your mind,” Dun says. “I worry if I read those stories it would change our friendship, so I don’t look at them anymore.”

The couple name given to Tyler and Dun in the world of Twenty One Pilots fan fiction is Joshler. “Personally,” says Tyler, “I think it should be Tysh.”

rpf is great because it gets us quotes like this fym it does something weird to your mind

[momolady]

Half Orc Boyfriend: Kaboom

Kisska has been seeing the beautiful half orc Kaboom everywhere. They cross paths often, and now, they’ve both found themselves int he midst of the Festival of Color in Rakshasa Country. A commission for @yourcoolfriendwithallthecandy​

Female Reader x Male Monster

I’m a midwife, like my mother and her foremothers before her. It’s the family trade, and each generation learns something new to pass on. I went to Afan to study at the medical university they had there. When I finished my studies, I traveled with Zahbi to get back home, working along the way. When I reached Rakshasa Country, I settled for a while. There was an increase in births, thanks to a peace treaty signed by King Amit that ended the civil war. There was a shortage of midwives, so I sent for my sister Mika, and set up shop with her and Zahbi for around five years.

Towards the end of my third year I was called to the palace of Queen Imani. She had been having trouble conceiving, and miscarried many times. She was depressed, but adamant about finally having a child with her husband. I stayed with her, helping her to conceive with special remedies Zahbi made, and then I remained by her side during the entire pregnancy, helping her through every trial it placed before her.

She went into labor early, and I had never seen such a stunning and brave person so scared. Imani put on a hard front, but she loved so much, and it hurt her to think she could lose her child. The labor was rough and bloody.. Imani was strong, though, and with my help and Mika’s she gave birth to the tiniest baby girl, named Aksha.

Not long after this, on Imani’s recommendation I was sent to King Amit’s palace, where Queen Mythri was having a difficult pregnancy with her second child. Her first pregnancy resulted in twin boys, who were three years old now. This new pregnancy felt different for Mythri, and her doctor had told her to remain in bed.

Mythri was weak when I first met her, but radiated an inextinguishable light. She was kind and loving, even in poor health. Like with Imani, I stayed by her side through a difficult pregnancy. Her doctor kept trying to get rid of us, but Amit held strong to Imani’s desire for us to stay. Soon after, Zahbi discovered that Mythri was being given an herb in her tea that was making her sick. We stopped the tea from being delivered and asked who was providing it, and when it was learned the doctor had prescribed it, Amit went ballistic. He had been sent from Culuweth by Bethsabe to kill Mythri, whose influence over Rakshasa Country had given her cause for alarm. Amit swiftly dealt with him, and began his war on the Gnoll Slavers in the Ruby Empire.

Mythri’s health greatly improved, and she soon gave birth to a healthy baby girl named Damini. I became known as the Princess Maker, and I was asked to attend to the births of many royal families. But I eventually grew homesick, and Mika and I decided to go home to Obresh. With us came Zahbi, Yasa, and Tysh, who had joined up with us during our travels.

In Obresh there was always a birth that needed tending to. I was busy and happy with my work, and with my family around me, there wasn’t much more I needed.

I was called back to the Rakshasa Royal Palace to help Mythri with her third child. I was excited to see her again, but just before we were set to leave, my sister’s cat Frosty ran out one evening while I was tossing some bones into the woods.

While chasing him, I came across a man like a snowy mountaintop. He was unearthly in his appearance, like an angel from the underneath. His long white hair demanded to be played with, his skin was soft and supple, and his eyes. I could write a million words about his eyes and never truly catch how beautiful they were. I could believe Ruby Empire had been named after those eyes.

His name is Kaboom. He makes fireworks, which could explain the explosion in my heart when I first saw him. I bought some fireworks from him to celebrate my father’s birthday, but after that I had to leave to tend to Mythri. Lucky for me, Kaboom and his team were coming too, selling their wares during the festival season.

Zahbi has already coupled with a member of Kaboom’s team, and so has Mika. I’m a little jealous, I confess, but I’m excited to spend more time with Kaboom nonetheless.

When we cross paths on the ship we’re taking across the Cobra Strait, it’s like a lightning strike. We get to talking, and I tell Kaboom one of the hardest ingredients to obtain for my work is unicorn horn.

“You mean this?” Kaboom taps the opalescent horn on his head with a slight smile.

“Unicorns are horrible to deal with, and they charge an arm and a leg for their horns, even though they grow back.” I realize how rude that sounds, and my face begins to tingle. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to...”

Kaboom’s expression softens. I could see any expression in those eyes and feel as wistful as a young girl. “I didn’t grow up around Unicorns. My adoptive parents were both human.” He shrugs. “But I know Unicorns are notorious for their behaviour. I shed my horn naturally about once a year, but I travel with a rough bunch, so I usually lose it before that. I keep a small collection of them if you need any.”

My heart leaps. “Really? I’d gladly buy some from you! Zahbi and I are running low.”

“Tell you what,” he chuckles, “how about a trade? If I need any medical help or advice, you’ll take care of me. But I should warn you - I get burns quite often.”

I hold out my hand to shake. “That sounds fair to me! It would be so much easier.”

His hand is big and warm, and his skin is so very soft, save for the burns and calluses on his palm. I don’t want to let go, but I finally do as he leads me to his cabin. When he opens the door, I am greeted by the sight of my sister in a very compromising position. Lets just say she has a blue lollipop in her mouth that’s attached to someone else.

I’ve always thought my sister Mika was a beauty - shapely, feminine, and effortlessly lovely. She’s been known to woo in her time, and I’ve covered for her before. This isn’t the first time I’ve seen her this way, but it’s still not a way I want to see my sister. I burst out laughing, without meaning to, and walk away, guffawing until my sides hurt.

Kaboom chases after me, falling into step beside me as we walk out onto the deck. “I am so sorry about that! My friend Loker-”

I shake my head and wipe the tears from my eyes. “I met Loker. It’s OK. That was my sister.” I snort as the memory returns, and I instantly try to fight it off. “Please don’t apologize for the antics of horndogs.”

Kaboom sighs, shoulders slouching. “I’ll get you the horns later, I promise.”

“No worries. I’m just sorry you can’t use your room right now.” I sputter, trying to keep the laughter at bay. “I’m certain if you had a partner, you’d be using that room too.”

He sighs again. “No partner. So there’s really no use in me having my own room.”

I feel a bit of relief, although that makes me guilty. “You can’t be serious?” I look him over from head to toe. Sure, his toes are hooves, but he’s as beautiful as the full moon. Perhaps I’m biased, since I was raised around Orcs all my life, but his size is the first draw to me.

Kaboom nods. “People tend to see me and, well… they see me.”

I furrow my brow. “What’s that supposed to mean? You’re sweet cream on pie, what’s not to like?”

He chuckles bashfully and rubs the back of his neck. “Most people look at me and just see something uncomfortable. Red eyes usually aren’t a good sign.”

“Well,” I scoff, “they’re idiots.”

A rosy hue comes to his cheeks and he ducks his head to the side. “Well, in any case, I was afraid of this. I’ll have to see if Abasi and Emery don’t mind me bunking with them.”

“If my sister would rather be with someone else, I suppose I’m the one with a spare bed in my room. I have two bunks in my cabin, and if your friends’ room gets too crowded, you can take the bed that Mika doesn’t want.”

Kaboom turns very red and shakes his head vehemently. “Oh, no, I-I couldn’t. That’s very kind, but I’d hate to intrude. It will be fine. Don’t worry about me.”

His strong reaction and flustered appearance make me wonder. It made me happy to think he fancies me, but I don’t want to get my hopes up.

One evening, there is a storm that forces us all to stay in our cabins. I’m alone, and Mika is still with Loker. I’m reading a book when there is a knock at the cabin door. “Come in,” I chime as I set the book inside.

Rain and wind pour in first, followed by a white figure. Kaboom stands there, soaking wet and struggling to close the door behind him.

“Oh, my gosh!” I gasp, jumping to my feet. “What are you doing out there in that storm? You could have gotten hurt.”

Kaboom is breathing hard as he turns around. He shows me the bleeding wounds on his hand and arm. “I did.”

I gasp in alarm and quickly lead him to the bed. I sit him down and hand him something to dry off with, then pull out my medical kit. “What happened?”

Kaboom wipes the rain from his face. “Me and the fellas got wrangled into helping the crew secure the deck. I was handling the ropes, and there was a piece of jagged metal caught in one that cut me.”

I start patching up the cut, rubbing balm into it. “It’s not as bad as it looks, but I’m sure it hurts.” I smile to myself. “I’m paying off those horns already.”

Kaboom chuckles. “You’re right.”

I wrap gauze around his hand and arm to keep the cut sealed. “Keep this on overnight, and I can check it in the morning for you.” I glance at the door. “But I think you should stay here. It’s not safe to go out there in this weather.”

“Are you sure?” His face turns pink again. “I’m not interrupting anything, am I?”

“I’m alone here,” I huff. “What could you possibly be interrupting?”

Kaboom’s face goes red and he ducks his head, which makes me burst out laughing again. “Oh my gosh, no! I wasn’t...” I sputter and snort. “Your friend Loker has really traumatized you, hasn’t he.”

“The things that sapphire hellion has made me see,” he groans. “He’s my best friend, and I know he means well most of the time, but I sometimes question if he knows how locks work.”

“He gets carried away and forgets, I’m sure.” I let out one last laugh before I offer a reassuring smile. “Seriously, you won’t bother me. Having the company will be nice, especially right now. I’m actually kind of scared of storms.”

His eyes widen and he leans closer towards me. “Really? Is there a reason?”

I scrunch up my nose and fiddle nervously with my hands. “Promise not to laugh about it?”

“Nothing to laugh about,” Kaboom replies.

“It’ll be silly to you, I promise! Considering the work you do and all.” I look back up at Kaboom and his sincere eyes. “I don’t like loud noises.”

“But you bought fireworks for your dad,” he exclaims in surprise.

“I know, I know!” I sigh and cross my arms. “I covered my ears, but big noises like that still scare me. When I was little, there was a king who wanted the Obresh port for himself, so he tried to take it. It caused a battle, and it was so loud. Every time I heard a bomb or cannon go off I was terrified that my dad was near it.” I cup my hands around my ears and hang my head. “So even now, I get scared of storms and thunder.”

Kaboom places his hand on my knee. “That’s nothing to be ashamed about. Even if you didn’t have a reason, you wouldn’t need to explain your fear to me.”

I smile shyly at him. “Thanks.” His hand on my knee feels so warm. “Your fireworks are beautiful, so I didn’t mind.” I tilt my chin back up so I can see his eyes. I want to tell him then and there that he too is beautiful, but as soon as I think it, I lose the courage, so I remain quiet.

“Loker told me he met your family,” Kaboom cuckles. “He said your dad was rather terrifying.”

“I’m sure he is to Loker,” I laugh. “But he’s my most favorite person in the whole world. He’s a kind, sweet man, and I’m sure once Loker works his way into the family, he’ll see that too.”

Thunder booms loudly outside. I almost scream, and as I duck down Kaboom puts his arms around me. In their strength and warmth, I instantly feel the comfort of home. I lean into his embrace as the storm rages on outside. I can smell gunpowder and smoke on his skin, and the soft aroma of the soap Susilo makes. I flinch at another crash of thunder, and Kaboom’s embrace tightens.

I wake in the morning, my body warm and almost stuffy. My cheek is resting on something hard, and as I sit up I realize that my back is pressed against Kaboom’s chest, and his arm is my pillow. We must have fallen asleep unaware of our position. I look down at his sleeping face, and I am more smitten than before. What I wouldn’t give to wake up to such a sweet expression every day.

I tap his shoulder and give it a gentle shake. “Kaboom,” I whisper. “Kaboom, wake up.” He grimaces, rolling so he’s lying face down on the bed. “Kaboom.” I shove his shoulder. When he won’t budge, I get out of bed and open the door to see outside. As I step onto the deck, I see that the storm has moved us closer to the Rakshasa Port. I can make out the brightly colored flags on the beach, and I can almost smell cinnamon wafting on the breeze.

I duck back inside, and as I shut the door Kaboom slowly rises in bed. He turns to look at me, his hair mussed and his eyes bleary. He sits up, staring at me as if he’s uncertain about where he is.

“Good morning,” I say gently. “We’re close to port. We should be there by the end of the day.”

Kaboom looks around, still trying to piece together his surroundings.

“We must have fallen asleep during the storm. I can’t even remember what we were talking about. We must have drifted off at some point.”

“Oh, right.” Kaboom grumbles in a husky voice. He stretches and his shirt comes up over his stomach. I glance away, but take another peek as he lowers his arms. “Are we really that close to port?” he murmurs as he rubs his eyes.

I nod. “If you walk outside you can see it from the deck.” I go over to my things and take out my hairbrush and comb. “Let me brush your hair. It got all tangled last night.”

“Crap, I didn’t braid it,” he grunts. “You don’t have to. It’s horrible most of the time.”

“Nonsense. I’m used to doing all my siblings’ hair. My brother Abor used to have the worst bedhead imaginable, and he insisted on keeping his hair long too.” I sit down on the edge of the bed and start combing out the ends of his hair, slowly working my way up. “I can understand why you keep yours long. It’s absolutely stunning.”

“It’s just easier,” he murmurs.

I see a scar at the nape of his neck. Unlike the burn scars on his hands, this is jagged and the color is much darker. As my fingers brush against it, Kaboom turns his head and glances at me out of the corner of his eye.

“Sorry.” I drop my hand and continue to brush his hair. “It was such a big scar.”

“I know,” he murmurs. “I’ve had it since I was born.” He faces forward again and sighs. “It doesn’t bother me like it used to.”

There’s a knock at the door, and I turn to look at it. “Who goes there?”

“It’s me,” Mika says. “I was just coming to check on you. Loker says Kaboom came here last night after he got hurt. Is he asleep?”

“He’s waking up,” I reply.

“Then the two of you get decent and come join us for breakfast.” Loker chuckles. “That is, unless the two of you aren’t busy.”

“Get your head out of the gutter you call your ass, Loker.” Kaboom stands and walks to the door, opening it on Loker and Mika. “We’ll join you.”

Loker’s smile is smug. “Not interrupting anything, are we?”

“Just my peace and quiet.” Kaboom shuts the door again, then looks back at me. “I’ll wait for you outside so you can get ready.”

Once he closes the door I get changed, and exit to find Mika and Loker waiting for us outside. Loker is leaning on the deck railing, gazing at the port in the distance.

“No land in the world is quite so beautiful as Rakshasa Country,” he sighs dreamily. “They truly understand fashion there.”

“Then you need to meet, Tysh,” Mika replies. “She trained with King Mateo.”

I glance at Kaboom, whose eyes are focused on the coast. “Where are you going once you’re on land?”

“We’re following the three main festivals,” Kaboom replies. “First the Festival of Lanterns, which takes place here at the port. Then the Celebration of Nectar in Rijak. After that the Festival of Color in the Royal City.” He glances at me. “If you’re still there by then, perhaps we can see each other again.”

“You’ll want to keep tabs on the Royal City,” Mika speaks up. “Since Mythri is soon to have a baby, the court will want to celebrate the birth. You could earn a lot of money, especially since you have someone on the inside who can recommend your wares to the royal palace.”

Loker’s expression grows excited. “Would you? Really?” He leaps into Mika’s arms. “You’d tell the King and Queen about us?”

“Oh no,” Mika laughs. “Not me. Kisska though.” She smiles at me. “She can tell Amit and Mythri all about Kaboom’s fireworks. I’m sure they’d trust her judgement on the matter.”

“You don’t have to,” Kaboom quickly says. “I wouldn’t want you using your sway with the royal family on my account.”

“Mythri’s boys are about six now,” I say. “I’m sure they would love to see some fireworks at the palace. I don’t mind telling Amit about your fireworks at all. Plus, we’ll get to see each other once again. If that’s alright with you.”

Kaboom’s jaw stiffens, and he nods his head. “Of course it is.”

Mika smiles and steps towards me. “Loker and I plan on staying in Rakshasa Country for vacation after our work is done. So if you two want, you can travel back to Obresh together.”

My cheeks go very warm, and I smile shyly at Kaboom. “I think Yasa will be visiting family during the festivals, and Tysh is wanting to see her mentor again, so I would be traveling back alone.”

Kaboom swallows and chuckles nervously. “I don’t mind keeping close if it makes you feel more comfortable. I know traveling alone can be scary sometimes.”

Loker takes in a deep breath and exhales slowly. “Whatever the two of you need to do.”

Kaboom clears his throat. “Ignore him. But… we’ll meet back up in the Royal City. Does that sound good?”

I nod. “Maybe we could dance together during the festival. I’ve always wanted to do that.”

Kaboom’s smile widens, and the rosy hue on his cheeks spreads to the tips of his ears. My heart flutters, and I try to keep from smiling too hard.

“I’m not a very good dancer, but I’ll dance with you.” Kaboom chuckles.

“It’s a date,” Loker insists. “A date! It’s obvious to us, why are you dancing around it?” He takes Mika’s hand. “Frustrating.”

Kaboom’s rosy hue turns crimson, and he averts his eyes. “It doesn’t have to be that.”

“Can it?” I ask with a smile. “I wouldn’t mind it being a date if you’re OK with that.”

His eyes turn back to me, and the corner of his mouth twitches as it rises into a half-smile. “I am,” he nods.

I excitedly bounce on my heels. “I can’t wait, then!” I have no clue what else to say.

“It will be hard to wait,” Kaboom murmurs. “It’ll be hard to do anything until then.” He takes my hand in his and rubs the center of my palm.

I squeeze his hand back as a grin spreads across my face. The Festival of Color cannot come soon enough.

[bitingdrivers]

Tysh...I see your tags about bones au and Max's clubbing (Qatar) outfit...tell us more!!! The people (me) always want more bones au

omg hi sophie!! I'm so glad bones au got people interested!!

ok I would love to tell you what my next ficlet is about, but I don't really want to spoil it? all I can say is that it's based on one of the earlier episodes of the show where Angela takes Brennan to a club. And let's just say the black t-shirt I imagine Max will be wearing in that ficlet won't stay black for long.

and to tease you a little bit more. there's also another ficlet in the working (aka I'm thinking about it) for Christmas. It's also based on an earlier episode where the gang is locked in the lab to quarantine because the corpse they were investigating had a disease or something. I think the ficlet will be focused on how the characters talk to their families (bc it's Christmas) and obviously Max will be alone just watching everyone else bc he doesn't have anyone to talk to :(

I wish I was writing this but sadly I have uni work so I need to...ugh.. have priorities

[dilfgp]

Jess!! hi!!

I would love to hear about 4 and 9 from the writer ask game!

Hi Tysh! From this ask game, number 4 (is there an au or trope you haven't written before but would want to try?) and number 9 (tell us about a wip/idea that you're excited about?)

4. Is there an au or trope you haven't written before but would want to try?

I love really alternate alternate universes, like Em's To The Victor or Sora's Enchanted AU. I would love to write something like that, but I don't think my strength lies in that sort of story? Sometimes I get really frustrated with my writing bc as a neurodivergent person I struggle to construct realistic dialogue and interactions. I think that the back and forth necessary to write a really good suspenseful story lies outside of my skill set so I'll likely not get there.

9. Tell us about a wip/idea that you're excited about?

That being said, I have an almost-empty word doc which is titled Spy Max/Handler GP that I would love to write one day. There are a lot of WIP docs that are very bare bones but I love their basis.

[33max]

hi bean!

🍄 for the ask game!!

hi lovely tysh!!

🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings

I think that GP is a morning person! By the time Max wakes up GP has usually made breakfast, been on a run, showered, and is going through data on his iPad on the balcony in the Monaco sun.

Max is NOT a morning person. So, still sleepy and out of it, he goes and sits next to GP on the balcony until he feels less like a zombie and more like a human.

It’s their morning routine!

[incorrectemobandquotes-blog]

Tyler: I wish I could tell 18-year-old me that it gets all better, that I'll meet you someday.

Jenna: Awww. I love you too.

Tyler: *smiles*

Jenna: Wait! Were you talking about me or Josh?

Tyler: Uh... both?

Josh: Awww. I love you too.