Indchu Really Was Rusame Before Rusame Was Rusame

all my femslash feb pieces are gonna be so late but I swear I’m working on em!!

we don't talk about braiding someone's hair as a love language nearly often enough

so uh...

would y'all read an unnecessarily long one-shot about alfred f. jones retelling his fall off the grand canyon to ivan braginsky that leads to a talk about immortality existentialism?

Alfred interested in powerful partners is a reality but does it lead to something or he's just fantasising about something romantic or secual? I mean, he'd be pretty traumatised by his parental figures, no?

If Alfred is mentaly exhausted to a point of nearing a mental breakdown he will seek out something more.

Wild take but hear me out.

I always give Ivan as an example, since I find the dynamic very interesting.

Alfred is never romantic, he just isnt. Ivan isn't either. That is not a thing that exists between them. So if a calm Alfred knocks at Ivans door, making a romantic gesture of ANY kind, it's not good. Ivan knows this very well. If a lovely, amorous evenig between them is shared, it usually means Alfred is at deaths door, so to speak. When this happens, Alfred is quiet and absent minded. He will not be disagreeable, obnoxious, insulting... Most of all he will not fight, physically or verbaly. And like I said, Ivan understands this Alfred better than others. He also will not engage in any mockery or verbal discourse with Alfred.

The calm sea of a romantic eavning between them is usually either followed by or a result of a raging storm (mostly Alfreds raging storm). This is his way of saying "I need help and I need to cope." It usually isn't related to Ivan, what Alfred has to run from or cope from. So Ivan lets him be.

Other than this exchange their meetings are usually strictly buisness or physically related, never crossing the line into anything more than that.

где мои раны?

sometimes I just live with the fact that himaruya never created latam countries beyond cuba and ecuador...

but then I go to a family party and see ppl dancing and then I'm like "damn if mexico and guatemala and colombia had characters they'd totally kill this sht", then I listen to bossanova and I think "damn brazil would totally kill this sht", and then I dance salsa and think "damn dominican republic would kill this sht" and then I make aguachile and i think

my little russian man: the paper doll edition! little banya birch leaves and faucet pipe murder weapon included!

Felt like sharing because I spent way too much time in it not to

I could just imagine either ame or rus drinking with both of them and just solemnly saying, "nobody thinks we should be together because of our history. maybe they're right," and both china and india start laughing.

they're just like "please! remember when you tried killing me with a modak tray after I traded your 20 purebreds for ten metres of golden silk?" and they're just laughing and reminiscing while the other two watch in shock and awe

indchu really was rusame before rusame was rusame