𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐀𝐋.

This blog will eventually be archived for the purposes of moving to the hub. I will let you all know when I’ve done all of that! In the meantime, here is the list of muses that you can expect to see on my new blog when it becomes available:

Kyle Broflovski (SP)

Stanley Marsh (SP)

Levi Ackerman (AoT)

Ventus (KH)

Roxas (KH)

Loki Silvertongue (MCU / comics / mythology)

Honestly the only reason he could be hard to keep up with was his long stride. Most of the Brit’s height was in his legs than in his torso and so his step was naturally wide. So he can’t help but grin a bit when Kyle has to pick up the pace to catch up with him, finding it a little amusing. The walk itself is peaceful and he’s content but it doesn’t take more than the whisper of a note for him to know Kyle is humming. Blue eyes glance in his direction, the smile softening when the redhead begins to sing.

He waits until Kyle finishes his piece before his lips part. Gregory was very musical and loved to sing, so the chance to do so easily invited him in. He recognizes the song as well. So it’s hardly a surprise when he starts up when Kyle finishes.

“You don’t get what all this is about You’re too wrapped up in your self-doubt You’ve got that young blood, set it free.”

Truth be told… this was a song among many that Gregory often found a sense of piece with, its message powerful and one that resonated with him. It was easy to get lost in the notion of being nothing more than a neglected and unwanted child when he was younger, wracked with the doubts and fears that it was somehow his fault. Something he’d done to drive his parents away. Quietly he wonders if Kyle too feels a strong connection with the song itself.

“You’ve got it all, you lost your mind in the sound There’s so much more: you can reclaim your crown You’re in control, rid of the monsters inside your head Put all your thoughts to bed: You can be King…”

the sad truth about the song is that kyle had once wanted to sing it to someone else.     someone  very  special  to him ... someone that had changed his life,  that he had loved more than the moon & the sun & the stars.     but ... time changes things.     breaks them.     time is  merciless,  & it’s time that kyle accepts that,  isn’t it? but god,  he isn’t sure that he’s ready.     he’s not sure that he ever  will  be  ready.     in fact contemplating it makes his heart hurt,  so he chooses not to & instead just looks up at gregory with a wan little smile as he continues.

“  there’s method in my madness,     there’s no logic in your sadness.     you don’t gain a single thing from misery ...     take it from me.  ”

“  ☁  -  our muses get caught in the rain without an umbrella  ”         —  「 @marshing-on​​​,  from  HERE. 」

“  FUCK!  ”

kyle has always been vocal about his feelings of displeasure,  but perhaps he shouldn’t have yelled it quite that loudly in the middle of downtown denver.     or at his best friend in the entire world & longest standing crush.     oops.     god,  this is somehow stan’s fault!     it  has  to  be,   because it certainly isn’t  HIS.     he glares at his sbf over the lid of his london fog latte,  the lightning that reflects briefly off of his glasses somehow making his gaze  sharper  as his teeth are bared after he takes a sip.

“  you just  had  to get coffee with me today,  didn’t you?  ”     he quips dryly.     “  we couldn’t have met up at my apartment,  or at yours,  or hell,  at  kenny’s :    no,  we just  had  to get coffee & go for a stupid walk so that you could try to  placate  me  after not talking to me for four fucking years.     what’s  THAT  about,  stanley?!  ”

nice,  kyle.     way to deny / forget that it had been  you  that had broken off contact.     it had all been  you  & your stupid fucking insecurities.     but it’s easier to blame stan than to accept responsibility,  just like it’s easier to blame stan for everything in his fucking life ... like the storm that’s now drenching them both & forcing him to roughly grab his friend’s hand & drag him underneath the awning of a nearby bookstore that he frequents.

“  you wanted to talk,  so  talk.  ”

Luckily for Kyle, Gregory takes no offense from the gentle tease at all. Instead he gives a shrug of his shoulders and a soft chuckle while the faintest bit of pink rises to his own cheeks.

“We all have our weaknesses. An that’s one of mine,” he’d been born in Liverpool after all, he grew up on the stuff and enjoyed it. There really wasn’t anything like properly made fish and chips. Though his train of thought is brought back by the light touch to his arm, the smile on his face widening a touch as Kyle agrees to his suggestion. 

With little more than a hum and a nod, he turns on his heel and begins to walk. It wouldn’t be too far. Just needed to get to main street.

in truth kyle would give his eye teeth to visit another country.     all that he’s known has been colorado & new york ... well.     & new jersey,  by extension.     canada doesn’t really count,  nor does he look at the stupid shit that cartman had dragged him through in his childhood as any sort of  vacation.     so the notion of being able to just ... grow  up  exposed to things so quintessentially  british  makes kyle somewhat envious of his friend.

friend.     they’re friends,  right?

he quickly darts after gregory,  momentarily cursing the blond’s height.     it makes it easy to see him but hard to  keep  up.     but once he’s back beside his friend,  kyle begins to softly hum to himself  —  it’s  king  by lauren aquilina,  one of his favorite songs.     of course being as musical as he is,  it isn’t long before he starts to sing.

“   i can tell something’s bothering you.  ”         —  「 @qweenbeeb​​,  from  HERE. 」

“  ———n — nothing’s bothering me,  bebe,  what are you talking about—?  ”     he’s totally lying,  bebe,  you should be able to tell.     kyle’s not a very convincing liar when it comes to certain things,  especially not when he has to scrape his pride up off of the floor like he’s just done.     “  sorry,  i didn’t mean to get distracted——  ”

The grin stays on the Brit’s face. Truth be told he’d always found Kyle admirable in a way, one of the few with a lick of sense and intelligent in his own right. At the very least, talking to him wouldn’t throw Gregory into the throes of a profound migraine he would have to nurse for a couple hours after their encounter. Gloved hands slide into the pockets of his pants and when the blond speaks, his Scouse accent is much more apparent now that he’s relaxed.

“Know a good hole in the wall place with some good scran not to far from here, ‘specially the fish n chips.

It was so hard to find proper fish and chips in the states so, to him, this was quite a prize

cue a little smile,  one that’s bright & warmed by a little mischief.     “  how properly  british  of you,  ”     he teases gently,  but he means nothing bad by it ... after all,  he’s had to grow used to being the butt of everyone’s jokes growing up in south park.     he still gets teased for being a redhead to this day ... ugh.