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      ‹ ✡ › “Ken...”

      -- Kyle didn’t fail to notice the flinch, and it was enough to make him jerk his hand back, as if he’d touched a hot surface. He looked at Kenny in confusion, his expression a mix of concern and hurt; he knew he was hiding something, but getting anything out of him would be nothing short of painful...

      “Talk to me...?” he asked, his voice pleading. “This isn’t like you...”

     The sudden touch is enough to make him flinch, jerking his shoulder towards himself and spinning on his heel to face Kyle again. Kenny fully understood that this was an entirely different set of circumstances – he wasn’t half-dead and Kyle wasn’t wielding any sort of sharp or blunt object to put him down with. But the entirety of the look is enough to make him take a step back up with a nervous, jittery laugh. 

     [✝] “N-nothing’s…everything’s fine, dude, I’m just…I forgot. That I had a shift. It…it happens.” Shit, why had he said anything about work? There were only so many excuses he could make for running off. “…The…the costume’s good, I-I mean it. Really. A hundred percent, you’re…good at…the…the sewing…stuff.”

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      Kyle’s dressed up as a vampire, just like he was in 3rd grade. No chainsaw, though!

      ‹ ✡ › “Ike’s old enough to go trick or treating on his own, so I’m holding down the fort.”

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But look at me

                and all the wrong that I have done to you

Please tell me that you hate me too…

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Dallas' insomnia was getting out of control at this point, but hopefully his latest purchase would help with that. It had been a while since he was able to play any music and that was probably what made him feel so itchy. He was just heading home with his new used violin when he spotted red hair among the small crowds on the street. His sleepy grin doubled in size and he pushed through the people to wrap arms around his waist. "Hey bae...haven't seen you in forever..."

     – Kyle had been on his way back from a mind-numbingly intense study session at the library, his feet practically dragging on the ground as he made his way home. He was so done with all the bullshit he’d faced today, and he wanted nothing more than to faceplant in bed and sleep for the next 72 hours.

    Too bad that wasn’t possible.

    His mind wandered, daydreams of actually being able to get a good night’s sleep running through his mind, to the point that he didn’t notice the figure coming up behind him, wrapping his arms around him in a strangely affectionate way. A yelp of surprise escaped his lips as he pulled away, and he quickly turned to face his aggressor.

    ‹ ✡ › “What the fuck?!” he shouted,  though his angry glare turned to one of confusion as he stared at his aggressor. “I-... New Kid...?” The face was right, but the hair was way different. 

    Still, it’s been a few years, and he didn’t think he’d turn into a random hugger. “What’s gotten into you?”

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@gleefulstars doesn’t look like he’s from here...

      ‹ ✡ › “Er... can I help you or something?” 

      -- The redhead can’t help but stare at the other person -- he’d stuck out like a sore thumb in a place like this. And while he’s completely used to weirdness, there’s something unsettling about this guy...

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We didn’t get a chance 

to be  t e e n a g e r s , 

to be kids. 

We were too busy 

growing up too fast.

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     [✝] “What, you wanted in instead? Boyfriends get first pick over anons.”

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     ‹ ✡ › “... Kenny, no.”

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     (( Just so you guys know, I’m the mun of the following blogs:

@cynical-critic

@anabolic-candy-crusher

@not-entirely-kosher

@guinea-pig-overlord

    [plus one Mabel from Gravity Falls blog that I won’t link here, send an ask if you want it]

    As a result, I sometimes go on following binges to sync up my followers lists. So if I end up following you from one blog, the others will eventually follow suit. Please don’t feel obligated to do welcome starters if you’re the type of blog that does that! ))

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      -- A patrol? With this clown? There were a million other things he’d rather do, but he had nothing planned for tonight... and he wasn’t great at coming up with excuses on the fly.

      Still... why with him?

      “That’s your fault for relying on The Coon...” Kite said with a grumble. “He’s probably off trying to get free food out of some local business.” His shoulders sagged as he couldn’t think of anything to get out of this, and he tried to hide it with a fluid shrug. 

      “I usually work alone, but we can go out on a patrol if that’s how you feel our time would be best spent.”

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     [?] “Relax, Kite. There’s no immediate threat.” Of course, he still had to laugh just a bit…even if it was somewhat cruel.

     The vigilante swung his body forward, letting his feet land firmly on the ground in a full backwards flip before turning around to face his peer. He shouldn’t have expected a much better reaction, but he’d really only done it for his own amusement; finding a quiet moment to just enjoy the night since the incident with Bolt had left their entire team worn down. Not that he could blame any of them for still being on guard. After all, he was the only one who was well aware of Bolt’s true identity and the fact that he wasn’t the danger they’d assumed he was. 

      Which was why he’d called out Kite in the first place – a chance to get his insight into the inner workings of the team was invaluable to his efforts. 

     Mysterion leaned against the light pole with an eerily odd amount of serenity in comparison to his lighthearted attitude moments before. [?] “Patrol. I’d like to you to accompany me tonight. The Coon was a no-show and a second set of eyes doesn’t hurt on this side of town. Unless you had other plans…?”

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Kyle/Mr. Hanky

      ‹ ✡ › “...”

     “Dude, I don’t want to see the fanfic you read if you’re actually suggesting that. And nope.”

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but kyle, KYLE X TOWELIE. Just say it, it leaves a nice feel on the tongue.

‹ ✡ › “You guys need Moses. Or Jesus. Or something.”

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kyle/ towelie

      ‹ ✡ › “Now I know you guys are just trying to fuck with me.”

      “The answer’s no.”

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kyle/dog poo

tell me a ship on anon or not

(( I’m... I’m going to assume you mean the character and not actual dog shit... ))

otp | love it | like it | meh | neutral | dislike it | hate it | cant stand it | what the fuck no

(( I... I just don’t see it? ))

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// headcanon • cosplay and costuming

     Kyle had always been adept at coming up with costumes (c.f. Pinkeye, Nightmare Before Facetime, the Black Friday Trilogy, among others), but he started getting serious around when he started junior high. 

    He only splurges on nice fabric during Halloween and special events, and he otherwise uses old bedsheets he finds at Goodwill to practise with. He does know how to use a sewing machine (he borrows his mother’s), and he can read patterns.

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kyle/bebe

tell me a ship on anon or not

otp | love it | like it | meh | neutral | dislike it | hate it | cant stand it

(( It’s definitely something I’d have to talk over with the mun, first. ))

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       ‹ ✡ › “Huh? Wait...”

      -- Kyle spat the fake fangs into his hand and threw them on his desk before running after Kenny, his cape billowing as he ran down the stairs. He caught up to the blond as he left the house, and though he was wearing red contacts, they clearly showed concern as he put his hand on Kenny’s shoulder to stop him.

      “Dude, you said you weren’t working today... what’s wrong?”

‹ ✡ › "There's only a few days left so I had to think fast... how do I look?" Kyle grins as he shows off the vampire costume to Kenny, looking very much like a throwback to the one that he wore back in 3rd grade. "I won't win any prizes for originality, but at least I can bite people if they bug me."

    When Kyle had called him over for an opinion, he’d figured it was something along the lines of a dress. Since he’d been open about the whole gender situation about a month or two into their relationship, he’d been throwing them into his arms practically every two weeks or so. Of course, Kyle insisted it was just practice, but the thought was generous in and of itself. Extra clothes that weren’t sweaty and unwashed were always welcome as far as he was concerned.

     But as soon as he’d entered his bedroom, he’d been wearing that…if he thought about it too much, he could still hear the chainsaw rattling in his skull…

     [✝] “…Y…yeah, it’s…it looks nice.” Kenny absentmindedly tugs at one of his hood strings, extremely tempted to yank it shut as far as it might go. “…I have…work, so I’ll…text you later.”

     It’s Sunday, so he didn’t actually have a shift to go to, but he doesn’t want to look at the costume longer than he needs to.