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ASTYNE IS BEING MOVED TO PITYCRY THIS BLOG IS NOW AN ARCHIVE
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ASTYNE IS BEING MOVED TO PITYCRY THIS BLOG IS NOW AN ARCHIVE
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ASTYNE IS BEING MOVED TO PITYCRY THIS BLOG IS NOW AN ARCHIVE
ASTYNE IS BEING MOVED TO PITYCRY THIS BLOG IS NOW AN ARCHIVE
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He lets out an anxious little noise and takes another sip of his coffee. “I know, but my anxiety doesn’t.” He steps through the aisles, very much on the look out for a Magformers building set and a veterinarian play set, his stomach still sick with anxiety, until his husband speaks again and affirms his choice in gift. “I hope so. He really loved Jurassic Park, so. I mean it’s about the only thing he’s really shown much interest in, other than the animals.” He smiles as his husband bumps his hip and looks up at him as he speaks, stopping to press a kiss to his cheek. “You’re the cutest man in the whole world.” It’s said with extreme confidence as he plucks up a Pet Clinic play set. “Should we get him like a really big one this time? Like, full artist style thin tips or just more basic crayolas? I mean he’s getting old enough that he might like the variety.”
“He really did! I still think it was a little violent for him, but I’m glad he likes it as much as he does.” He follows, looking for things as well. He’s mainly on the look out for space related things, but he’s keeping in mind what he knows about his children as well. “Hey! I’m not cute! You’re cute!” He grins and leans in for a quick kiss before looking at the set that Dan had picked up. “Ah, yeah, probably? Like not super expensive ones, ‘cause he’s not really... drawing at a very advanced level. I know Crayola sells a forty pack though, he might like that.”
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“I know, it just seems so hectic this year. I don’t even know how it’s December already and I’m like actually gonna have a panic attack.” Well, he’s exaggerating a little, but not as much as you would hope. He sighs, trying to calm himself and steps into a toy store, looking around and exhaling steadily, but shakily. “I know, I just. I want the kids to have a good Christmas, you know? They’re finally old enough to remember it and I just… wanna make sure it’s a good one.” A Jurassic Park Lego set is lifted and examined, and carefully he tucks it under his arm and keeps walking.
“You’ll be okay, baby, we’ll be okay. The kids don’t care as much about Christmas as you think.” He sips his coffee as he follows his husband, watching him pick up the Lego set and humming in approval. “Luke’ll love that. Don’t forget that we have to get stuff for his birthday too. It’s important that we keep his birthday as separated from Christmas as possible.” He catches up to Dan and gently bumps his hip. “We have to get him some more markers. There’s been less blue in his drawings recently and I think that one dried out.”
Knowing your partner’s muse well makes writing together a lot easier.
BASICS:
name: astyne ryder preferred pronouns: he/him sexuality: pansexual panromantic zodiac sign: virgo taken or single: main verse: married to @danielholtzmann, otherwise verse dependent three facts: 1. born in a different universe and was sucked into his current one through a rift in space 2. always dtf (down to fight ) 3. has a minor inferiority complex but hides it well
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“I honestly don’t think I’ve ever been this stressed out about Christmas in my life,” Dan is hyped up caffeine and dying from lack of sleep, rubbing at his eyeballs and chugging down a cup of coffee as they walk through the mall. He sighs and turns to his husband, resting his head against his shoulder as they walk. “I just want it to be Thanksgiving again. That was so chill and low pressure and I didn’t have to worry about presents and having the kids at home for two full weeks and all the credit card bills and finals, and help me – Astyne, I’m dying.“
Astyne is way calmer than his husband and he’s trying to be his rock, but it’s kind of hilarious to him how much this is stressing Dan out. “We’ve done this before, baby. And we’ll pay back the credit card bills. Don’t even worry about it, okay? I have a list of things that Vera’s mentioned interest in over the past few months and Luke is always pretty stoic, but happy, no matter what we get him.”
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There’s panic inside of him as the door to his room opens while he’s barely dressed, but it quickly subsides as he sees who it is. “Hey, Monty. How was work?” He moves towards him, shirt in hand. “How many balls did you see?”
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“i would give proper warning first, of course. i’m an honorable snowball-thrower.”
“okay, but then i’d just kick your ass in the snowball fight.”
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YOUR CHARACTER: IN 5 QUOTES.
Tell us your favorite quotes from your character. Give us an idea of who they are by five things they’ve said. Then tag your friends.
- “Sorry to fuck and dash, but I got shit to do.”
- “ I mean, you can always take your chances and be tortured to death, but… “
- “None of your fucking business.”
- (something deep and profound) “... anyways, my dad was a racist.”
- “Space is my home. I can’t be tied to Earth completely because it’s not mine. “
TAGGED BY: @danielholtzmann
TAGGING: @aegisframed @petalbishxp
“I’m not going out in the snow. I’m just not.”
hey y’all, i’ve been on @pitycry recently because astyne is being quiet as hell. i promise i’ll be on here soon, but for now, consider this blog on hiatus.
i also made this post on my multi, but anyways. i’ll try to be online tomorrow but i can’t promise anything.
{ @danielholtzmann | from here }
It’s not easy flustering Astyne Ryder-Holtzmann. Dan might have skill when it comes to it, but it’s still not easy. But right now, Astyne is just speechless because he’s not used to his husband being so confident, not when they’re not at home alone. It turns him on more than it probably should and he’s happy that he’s pressed up against the other because the golden shorts he’s wearing leave very, very little to the imagination. “Oh, I, uhm...” he trails off and bites his lower lip at the teasing pass of his thumb, his cheeks burning red. “I just, uh, I didn’t think... you were...” He bites his lip again and tries to keep from grinding against his husband, his arms wrapping around him as his blush only gets deeper. “I don’t mind.”
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“Hey–” It’s begun with every intention of being perky, but her energy quickly slopes off, and she’s left with halfhearted finger guns and a lopsided smile. “Sorry, I didn’t call yesterday like I said I was going to… Uhm.” She clears her throat suddenly and snaps her crappy, now sarcastic fingerguns in her father’s direction. “Molly broke up with me. So I’m just having a fucking miserable time. And I couldn’t muster the emotional or physical energy to call. But I’m here now. So can I please have some fucking wine and just not think about this any more?”
“Hey,” Astyne echoes and immediately looks Vera over because he can always tell when something is off with her. He frowns and almost asks how she manages to be so sassy through finger guns but then his heart stops and he’s standing up straighter. “I’m sorry.” It’s said softly, quietly, like he doesn’t think she wants to hear it, before he’s moving to the kitchen to get some wine that had already been opened a few nights before, immediately getting down two glasses and filling them more than he probably should. “You sure you don’t want to talk about it? It might make you feel better. If not, I can always tell you funny stories from your childhood. Or from when me and your pops started dating.” He smiles just a little bit awkwardly as he comes back and holds out her glass. “Or we can watch shitty movies and I can order pizza? I know that’s more your brother’s thing, but greasy food is good for a hurting heart.”
