open rp + meme overflow

[hyperthymic]

obligatory post for meme overflows since i refuse to deal with captcha, feel free to comment and continue here. - if you want to do an open rp thing just drop me a prompt or starter in the comments. 

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[hyperthymic]

[ Ian doesn't believe him. Not really. But he nods and doesn't say anything more, he's already not sure that his heart can take it. They've both fucked up so many times in the past. And then he has a thought: that they're both here, and they don't have to be bound by the past any longer, to a life they no longer live.

It's a crazy thought and he's gonna need more time but.. what if this means they can start again?

Ian's eyes sparkle with mirth and he barks out a laugh. God he missed this. He missed Mickey, it's so easy to fall back in step with him. Caleb had been nice until he wasn't, until he cheated then tried to gaslight and manipulate him. Trevor was nice but he and his friends sometimes made Ian feel... inferior and he expected Ian to be on his level when he couldn't pay the same mind to him. Mickey was turbulent but... he was also the best. ]

Butterfly, I think. But close enough, right? They couldn't make me any gayer if they tried.

[ a beat ]

I like this look for you.

[delinquence]

[ It's always easy between them, even when it looks to an outsider like it's not. Ian makes sense in a way nothing else in Mickey's life had. Even now, changed as they both are, this feels the same. It still feels right.

Quietly cursing the part of himself that still wants this -- the part that can still be so deeply in love with the guy who'd made it crystal fucking clear he didn't want what Mickey offered -- Mickey makes a face and gestures to the ears, which flatten back in mild annoyance. ]

It's fuckin' ridiculous, is what it is. I get bunny ears and a little fucking fluffy -- tail, and you get extra arms and wings? Why couldn't I get something useful, like two dicks, or guns for hands?

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[ Ian can't help himself; he snorts and dissolves into a fit of giggling, hand clasped over his mouth as he tries, and fails to reign in some control. The ears were so expressive.

It's probably not making him feel any better about said ears but Mickey probably wouldn't be happy regardless. Not unless he got something like...

Well. Guns for hands, apparently. Typical. ]

That's not useful, Mick. [ He finally replies, clearing his throat and wiping away a stray tear. ] What are you gonna do when you need them for literally anything other than shooting, hm? Shoot yourself in the dick when you gotta take a leak?

Anyways. I like 'em.

[delinquence]

Maybe I would! Why the fuck's anyone still gotta take a leak after they're dead, anyway? Maybe I'd shoot these ears off so I could stop having to hear every dumbass thing you say at three times the normal volume.

[Ian's laughter is contagious enough that Mickey finds himself laughing by the middle of his rant, too, the way they used to when they'd fight without really meaning it, just ribbing each other for the hell of it before things turned into a makeout session or more. It's so normal that Mickey forgets they're in hell and not together for a minute and launches himself at Ian like he's gonna tackle him all the way to the bed. ]

Bet ya can't even fight anymore with those giantass wings getting in the way.

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There's other things you use your dick for, shithead! [ He pokes a finger into Mickey's chest. ] You gonna tell me you never want to masturbate again, huh? Or get sucked off? Anyways, you know you'd miss the sound of my voice, don't even lie. [ Ian yelps as Mickey tackles him, blinking up at him with a shit eating grin. Sure the wings could be unwieldy... but...

There's something to having two pairs of arms! Unfurling his wings, with the higher set he tries to push Mickey off of him...

... and the lower arms he uses to grab the shorter man and flip him over, then swings a leg over to straddle him. ]

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