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orbdotexe · 4 months

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The Young Wolf and the Hunter Vanguard had been very good friends, before the Prison. Cayde-6 had been left in a coma after the fight and losing his Ghost, and the last the Guardian had seen of him was the Queen’s Wrath hauling his unconscious form away from them, cursing them for trying to kill him. They had seen him die, saw his eyes lose their glow. They had gathered up Sundance’s shell after Petra was gone and had swept up the leftover Scorn, and her shell pieces were about the only well taken-care-of thing on their ship… It wasn't until Crow mentioned Cayde complaining about being stuck in the Tower “for his own safety” that the Guardian realized he had survived. Crow, however, neglected to ever mention the ‘reunion’ he had since been planning for them.

[Cayde POV]

Aaand here you go, Eternal! I'm finally posting the Cayde Hug, please don't stab me

anyway yeah! the "open secret" is that House Light is... secretly thankful to the Young Wolf for killing Lakshmi. The target is off the House's back! and... now its 10x harder to get anyone to listen that Wolf is. not trying to destabilize the City. oh yeah, and Wolf is having hallucinations from the Black Heart in this (and Fortunate Encounter) and Cayde... very much does not know. so keep that in mind--

[ao3 link]

It took days, maybe a week or two, to finally slip away—and even more planning; a Hunter’s nightmare.

It's not like he could just fly out with a favor from Amanda—even she's been on high-alert since his last attempt had been foiled and they found out he'd been trying to get in-touch with the Young Wolf (and had gotten both himself and Crow in trouble, but... they both knew it'd happen).

He's never been more glad for the ‘open secret’ and Crow's connection to the Eliksni.

But, hey, he's out now! And it feels great to be out of the Tower—This might be the most free he's ever felt since getting this job. Cayde elects to ignore just how much of a prison the Tower had turned into for him. He never thought it could get worse, before…

Shaking that unfortunate thought away, he... has some trouble keeping his initial excitement and relief at seeing them again. He can feel it fading in his gut, and he can't help but feel guilty about it. It's just the stories getting to him. He doesn't believe any of it.

He is, still, relieved—He heard how his Hunter was doing. He's seen the pictures, and the videos. He's read the reports and VanNet posts. Cayde knows they need this. There is a little doubt creeping in, though, that maybe a surprise meeting won't turn out the best–

Crow can assure him all he wants! Cayde knows his student, and he knows they've never liked personal surprises (surprise fights, on the other hand, were fine), and there's no way that dislike hasn't amplified since their exile.

Crow finds himself getting more concerned and uncertain than before. Cayde doesn't usually sound unsure of himself. Especially not half-way through a plan.

Crow already brought Wolf to the place, so if Cayde starts trying to back out now, after all of this, his hands might really be the death of the Hunter Vanguard.

—

"Soo... this is the spot you picked, Crow?"

"Oh, try not to sound so disappointed. You couldn’t do any better."

"I've been stuck in the Tower!"

"Look on the bright side—It's got windows."

"All the walls have holes in them–"

"I thought it'd help them not feel trapped!"

"Holes?? I think you'd be looking for less walls, bird boy, and no roof–"

"Do not call me that."

"You let the Guardian call you that."

"Wha– Where'd you hear that?!"

"Glint."

"I should've seen that coming... Just go! Before they think I'm pranking them."

—

After sufficient back and forth arguing, Crow just about shoves Cayde out the ship and he finally approaches the dilapidated ruins. His old student should be... just at the top... of the stairs. By his majestic horn, he has to walk up how far?

It was times like these that Cayde really wished he could still double jump.

Heaving an overdramatic sigh into the comms, he makes his way up the crumbling steps and listens to Crow mock him for it.

—

Cayde was nearer to the top of the ruins now, and the room was anything but covered. Half of the room’s roof was collapsed inwards, along with the walls of the far corner, exposing the landscape beyond.

So, maybe Crow had a point, but that’s not important.

Sat down on a pile of rubble in the collapsed corner, The Young Wolf stared out at the overlooking scape, heavy forest intercut by patches of collapsed concrete mounds and natural cobble. From up here, he’d call it the perfect place for a pack of Hunters, with the low-hanging branches and plenty of brush surrounding shadowed structures.

The Guardian stood out against the greens, browns and greys beyond the outlook like a sore thumb—almost literally, too, being draped in reds.

Though Cayde’s sure they heard him coming up the stairs, as any good Hunter would, he hesitates to grab their attention. What should he even do? Pat them on the shoulder? Kick a rock at them? What would be the right tone for this? Crow said they thought he was dead…

And there’s that budding dread, again.

Probably best to avoid anything too sudden, right? They don’t seem to have noticed him, afterall (or they were politely waiting for him to get his bearings—But he doubted it), and Crow said they were, at best, on edge.

Cayde opted to clear his throat as he carefully approached them, though the sound came out more grainy than he intended. Damn his voice module.

When they finally look over to him, their face...

It’s wrong.

Not that it had twisted into something nightmarish (though it reminded him of what he would see in the Deep Stone dreams), or something bloody and horrid, but... Their once sharp features were soft in a way Cayde never wanted to see again.

There were little nicks and larger scars, a few looked as if they had been infected at some point—usually he'd call it rugged and rough, but it only served to make them more…

He hated the thought—to pity a Hunter is to see less of them—but it was unavoidable.

Cayde realizes it feels like they were staring right through him with an, honestly? Blank look—before they look away, right back to staring out at the landscape. Not even acknowledging him.

"Guardian..? Kid?"

They flinch, something small and nearly unnoticeable that anyone else wouldn't have picked up on, and... They're ignoring him?

After all this time? What happened?

He narrows his eyes at them, trying to figure out if this is some kind of joke. If it is, it's a terrible one.

Cayde leans over and waves a hand in front of their face to try and get them to swat at him, or just to get... really, any reaction out of them. But they don't. They squint a bit, like they're trying to keep something in, but don’t even lean back away from his hand.

Don't like that.

He steps back, mockingly rubbing his chin to hide his anxiety. If there’s one thing he’s an expert at, its making people pay attention to him. Not even Zavala could–…

Cayde clears his throat, knowing the uselessness of the action.

What did he do? Did Crow set him up for this? No, the young Hunter knew how important this is… There’s a quiet but grating sound as he grinds the innerworkings of his jaw. They don’t seem angry. Drawn in on themself—which Cayde can’t fault them for; he has been as well—but not angry.

So, what is this, then? His own building frustration tells him a very in-poor-taste prank. What little logic he has tells him that’s stupid; that they just don’t know how to react, maybe.

Still, Cayde’s frustration wins over, and as he steps forward to grab their attention, he kicks some gravel up—one thunking against their back. He pauses as they startle and their hand snaps to their sword, before going jarringly still. All movement stops there, down to their breathing, and his own synthetic breath catches.

The Guardian turns, hand lowering from the handle—slowly; cautiously—to look at him, and…

Their eyes widen in what he assumes is realization, a glassy sheen building in them– Did he… No, wait, they haven’t seen him alive in years, but why would they— The very tangible realization of how they must have felt this entire time hits him like a brick, and he thinks he might have thrown up from the anxious knot in his stomach, were it not for his Exo body.

He doesn’t understand why it would take them so long to react to him, or why their reaction was to grab their weapon, but the look on their face wipes the thought and any frustration from Cayde’s mind. His mouth draws closed, and his shoulders relax, but neither of them make any moves until they shuffle onto their feet.

After a few painful moments of silence and surprised eye contact, they take a jerky step forward, and–

And they hug him.

Huh. He can't remember them hugging him before–

Oh, wait, they're shaking.

No, they're crying– He's never seen them cry before, either.

A lot of firsts happening here...

"Guardian..."

They basically claw into the gaps in his shoulder plates, even through his leather armor, at his voice– They really did think he was dead all this time...

"Whaat,” he tries to laugh as he returns the hug, “I thought Crow told you I was still kick– kicking?"

He realizes his eyes burn with phantom stings, but his damned metal face doesn't let him cry. He wishes he could cry with them. They both deserve to cry here.

Them first. They need it more than anyone.

The Guardian grumbles incoherently into his shoulder at his picking. He doesn't complain.

"Well, kid, I guess I'm just too handsome to cry, huh?” He knows his voice broke up, but it doesn't matter. Not anymore. Not here, not while he's finally got his friend back.

He leans into the hug, and lets the silence hang in the air.

It stays that way for a few minutes, just standing and hanging onto each other, praying they can weather this, but… There's just something he needs to say before he bursts, or time runs out.

"I, ah... Well. About Lakshmi." Straight to the point. Not his specialty… Cayde can feel them get tense, and dig their fingers harder into his back. They do not look up at him.

"I know why you did it. Honestly, it was... kinda brilliant, but I'd expect nothing less of my favorite Guardian! I mean, taking the target off House Light's back in one move?"

They just snort. Kinda harshly, actually, but at least they relaxed back a bit.

Right... This is supposed to be serious. He sighs, "Alright, alright. But I do understand, really. I... just wish you'd gone about it differently, though—Now it's about impossible to prove you're innocent." Well, of trying to kill him, at least.

He wishes they'd speak, though. Cayde's not surprised, but it's been awhile, and he's not used to it anymore, and... It'd be nice to have a conversation partner that took him seriously for once.

Not that the Young Wolf doesn't, it's just... The silence isn't comforting anymore.

When they finally pull away, Cayde can see the tear streaks through the layers of grime on their face, and… a swirling black on the outskirts of their eyes. He blinks, takes a breath, and opts to question it another day—despite the gnawing mark it leaves on his relief.

"You uh... You do need to clean your armor, though." Probably a bit more than just the armor. "I am not hugging you again until you do," he says, scrunching his face up to the best of his ability. They only glare back at him.

—

> “Hate to cut off the reunion, but we’re just about out of time. You almost done?” <

Of course, Cayde can’t just answer him like a normal person, and instead—

> "Y'know, Crow told me you actually spoke to him. Care to- Hey! Not the horn!" <

—Taunts them.

Crow sighs. Cayde was going to complain about that the whole ride back, wasn't he?

#destiny 2 #the forsaken exile #destiny 2 crow #destiny cayde #the young wolf #wolf is fiiiillthyyyyyy. stinky dirty guardian #and we love some corruption. yeah yeah yeah yeah <3 #wolf is not having a good time and Cayde is mentally sweating once he gets back to the tower.#just. 'oh. oh no.'#bc he *remembers* eyes like those... he remembers the prison.#But hey! He can ignore the crisis for a bit yeah??#pray that the confirmation of his wellbeing ties them over n all that!#anyway yay! ao3 and tumblr getting two different sets of my dumbass rambling!#literally i have no idea how ooc this is. i think his voice is at least accurate and *sounds* like him. but there are parts #where his thought process might not be on-parr. so bare with me

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getousatoruu · 6 months

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“Your mom,” Gojo drawls out, and Suguru realizes he’s starting to see why people want this kid dead.

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“You’re a menace,” Suguru mutters.

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Or, Suguru arrives at the Time Vessel Association hideout a little too late. This changes things.

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busyxfangirling · 6 months

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The second season is honestly becoming increasingly harder to watch because what are they trying to do?

The show is titled Loki but he feels like a side character is his own show, I know many MANY things are happening but literally Loki is not the central figure driving the story.

My expectations were low but I did not know Disney could do this much worse!!!!

What the FUCK was episode 3 with the Miss Minutes thing and weird little Ravonna/Victor attempt???

Marvel is just getting worse and worse with what they're putting out, I want the character or even narrative driven stories back where people were well fleshed out, had consistency and their actions made sense to who there were!!! This feels like just trying to sell shock value because you know you have a base of consumers who will stay to see what happens to their favourite character.

They are absolutely ignoring all the material they have available to them to work with! This Loki has only experienced things till the Avengers movie, there is so much character deep dive they could do! What is the point of giving them their own show and then not talking about them at all??

I'll come to the queer things later cause boy do I have a list for that, but first of all, Loki is not a new character in any capacity??? He has been loved and is arguably the biggest fan favourite since his introduction, the amount of theories about him and what people would like to see is very well known!! Right in front of them is his still unclear feelings in his adoption, about being a Jotun, loosing his family and the complicated relationships with them. I can see they are acknowledging his God of Mischief status a little bit but!! Trickster!! Let us see him be a wild card properly!! Not in the sense of betraying his new TVA family - that's what it is and you can fight me on that- but being chaotic!! Yes, using his magic like with Brad!! SHOW ME HE IS A GOD!!!

The worst thing is how lost everyone feels, like I'm not talking about the whole free will conundrum everyone is going through, that is spectacular! Unfortunately it is not coming across, we literally don't get to hear any of the characters talk about what they think of it. There was the key lime pie moment but no follow up to what that is for Loki? It's just one crisis after another, maybe rehash some of what has already happened, bring back the seriousness of this!! The entire multiverse is at stake but we'll make it look like whimsical wishy-washy stuff??!??!!!

Don't get me wrong, I am LOVING the time travel aspect of it, where it looks like Loki/Mobius are on cute dates. But then make it real, the fucking queerbaiting is ridiculous. The throw-away comment in season one about looking being bi was just that and nothing else. And I'm not saying this cause aww they look cute together! But also cause the development of their relationship has been as such!! They have been very dependent on each other and that's not being addressed at all.

I know there are multiple posts about a possible betrayal and my fear is that they're going to try to use that to basically change everything about the characters again, a lot of OOC based on the fact that oh yeah they're going through an existential crises so it makes sense.

Sylkie made barely any sense to me even apart from the whole selfcest issue- they just imposed a the structure of what a straight relationship should be where there was barely any chemistry. S1 E3 had them as really good chaotic siblings/twins and then adding the romantic tones to that really ruined it. Trying to bring it back, possibly, is just weird cause so far they want very different things. These people just don't align together, stop forcing them to? The fact that they refuse to even talk about that kiss shows that they are keeping it open and not just acknowledging that "hey, we don't want the same things in life and I'm happy for you, you matter a lot to me but a romantic relationship is not happening. Also cause you know, we're the same person, lol."

Sylvie as a character is also very confusing rn, there is honestly no need for her to keep coming back in this way??? I'm going to reserve further opinions because half the season is left but I dont expect anything to really get better.

#loki #marvel #lokius #loki season 2 #loki spoilers #mobius #kang #loki tv series #sylvie #rant

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transmascaraa · 2 months

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Could you possibly write hcs for childe and his younger brother reader?

His brother is having a sexuality crisis and childe finds out, FLUFF ENSUES

Pls feed me I'm starving I need more genshin men as brother figures 🙏🏻

brother!childe headcannons!

he's there to help.

older brother!childe & younger brother!reader

author's note: closed reqs for a while i have 18 reqs lmao it's okay tho i'll put them open again at like around 5 reqs idk lol i hope you like this<3 i'm not a big fan of childe but ig it's worth a try🤷‍♂️

"you need my help?"

-he was a good older brother, let's be honest.

-he would take care of you, but not too much.

-he'll teach you how to "fight for yourself", because "you're a man".

-he wasn't wrong, but you were already strong enough.

-another thing that i think suits him, is that he would annoy you untill you hit him as hard as you could.

-fucking asshole.

-so, one day, you were having a sexuality crisis.

-do you like men?

-do you like women?

-do you like other genders?

-do you like anyone at all?

-do you like everyone?

-a million of thoughs running through your head.

-not knowing who you like, and if you even like anyone at all.

-suddenly, you felt a hand on your shoulder.

-"hey, [name], what's got you so worked up?" he sat beside you, putting an arm around your shoulders.

-"none of your business..." you ignored him, continuing to think.

-"i can try and help." he says confidently.

-"you? help? hah, don't make me laugh." you chuckled sarcastically at him, rolling your eyes.

-"please?"

-"fine."

-he cherred a bit and then calmed down, waiting for you to speak up.

-"just... a sexuality crisis. there, are you happy now?" you said, clearly irritated by him.

-"oh, i can help with that!" he exclaimed as he started asking some questions and saying some stuff like a boring teacher who thinks that their subject is really fun but in fact it's like maths

-"yeah, yeah, i get it..." you regret telling him.

-but soon, you found yourself quite intrigued by what he told you.

-telling you that it's okay.

-to take your time.

-that you can just say that you're unlabeled.

-you found it nice of him- wait, who said that?

-after he finally finished his long ass paragraph, he asked one last question.

-"so do you understand now? that it's okay? my younger brother deserves help, after all." he asked, giving you a small but genuine smile after.

-"yeah... i guess i do. thanks." you say, looking back at him, but not letting yourself smile.

-if only you were the older one... he would basically be thoma.

~~~~~

i liked it

i don't like childe but these hcs are nice

thanks for the req anon<3

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0ryza13 · 8 months

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So I'm having a small crisis, it's fine, don't worry, but I gotta share.

So my childhood went by with me as the "weird kid" and the "gifted kid", as you do on Neurodivergence dot Website, right?

Then I'm like 18, 19 and I'm in college, and I'm like huh all these posts about ADHD are really fuckin relatable. So I go to my psychologist and say "hey uh I think I maybe have ADHD can we check that and maybe get me on meds to help with school?"

And she goes yeah sure and within like two weeks I have an ADHD diagnosis and a script for meds (I ended up havign to try a few different ones to find the right one for me but that's a different post).

And then a couple years later, im like 21, 22, and I'm thinking to myself "man all these autism posts are really fuckin relatable" so I just kind of ignore that one cause I had stuff going on. Then I take a self-diagnosis test online and im like "I'm putting in all the Normal People answers, there's no way I'm gonna score very high at all" and then I score wayyyyy into the spectrum. And I go "well then."

So the next time I see my psychologist I bring that up, and she goes "oh yeah all of you, my Gifted Kids, absolutely could qualify for that diagnosis. But I don't diagnose any of you with that because that is not a good thing to have written down on paper [because discrimination in workplaces and also by insurance companies and so on and so forth]" and I go "oh yeah makes sense okay then" and I start internalizing that I basically have a bit of autism.

And then I see my psychologist again, and I'm briefly talking about the autism thing for some reason (I forget how it came up exactly) and she goes "yeah but you don't actually have autism. You know that right?" And I go "... huh?"

"Yeah autism is a lot worse than what you have. You know how actual autistic people have it, right?" Yes I know, I have a cousin who is pretty severely autistic, he needs a lot of support in his daily life, etc etc. But back up, I thought you said-???

"Yeah no, what you have is Aspergers, but that was removed from the books as an actual diagnosis. Anybody with aspergers is just considered high-functioning Autistic now. You have Aspergers, not Autism, I just cant give you a diagnosis until the higher powers agree to reinstate Aspergers as a real thing."

Oh. Well then. Hmm.

(And of course this is making me wonder how many of the people who were making those relatable autism posts are also actually Aspergers Not Autism)

[Edit: please reblog the other version. The longer one with all the explanations from people. Thanks.]

#neurodivergence #autism #aspergers #personal #mental health #tagging is hard #edit

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causeitsagame · 1 year

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Fic: Aquila (6/8)

Pairing: Hajime Hinata/Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu

Author: @miggylol

Notes: HOPE Y'ALL LIKE TALKING

Previous Chapters: in the tag.

Excerpt: All of those conclusions ran rapid-fire through Kazuichi's eyes, and he further relaxed. "Huh. Well, gotta say that this is a big surprise, man."

"You're telling me," Hajime said dryly. "His first reaction was to get pissed off at me about it."

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The next morning at breakfast, Hajime tried not to be obvious as he studied Kazuichi. Sonia would easily notice such an appraisal, while Akane would ignore anything short of a bullhorn against her ear while she ate. Kazuichi fell somewhere between those extremes, but unfortunately, Hajime wasn't quite sure where.

At least Kazuichi hadn't resented Hajime moving over to the cottages, thanks to a brief excuse of not wanting to leave Fuyuhiko out there alone. All of them knew far, far better than to say this out loud, but Fuyuhiko would be the least able to extract himself if some collapse, earthquake, or other crisis left him trapped. He might have as much raw determination as the rest of them combined, but determination alone couldn't lift a toppled tree.

At those few words of explanation, Kazuichi nodded knowingly and said nothing more. If Fuyuhiko insisted on going off somewhere, then at least he would tolerate Hajime's presence while throwing one of his anti-social fits. That was a good compromise until Fuyuhiko stopped stalking around like an angry cat and was once again willing to rejoin the group.

The cover story worked, but the ruse did leave Hajime feeling a little guilty. The excuse Hajime had given wasn't really a lie, but eventually, continuing down this path would result in straight-up twisting the truth. That, he wasn't willing to do.

Even so, while Kazuichi was a good and enthusiastic friend, he was…

Hajime paused to consider what label to use.

Kazuichi was reactive. Fuyuhiko was the one whose body might work against him if a crisis erupted, but it was Kazuichi who was the most likely to fall emotionally apart, by far. Hajime and Fuyuhiko pairing off might earn well-wishes from him, for all they knew! But it could also trigger a spiral of self-doubt where Kazuichi looked at the survivors, counted up the odd number of their small group, and then obsessed over every harsh rejection Sonia had ever given him.

"You keep looking over there," Fuyuhiko muttered as he worked at an orange's peel. "Going to tell him?"

"I know we'd talked about just staying private for a while," Hajime murmured back as he also reached for one, "but it feels different now that Sonia knows."

As if she'd somehow heard them, Sonia smiled knowingly from her nearby table. Perhaps they were leaning in a bit too close.

"Yeah," Fuyuhiko admitted. "Fine. Let's get it done."

Hajime nodded, but settled in for a real breakfast, first. According to Sonia's stated plan, the other three were headed back to the fifth island, while he and Fuyuhiko had another day of work ahead of them here. He'd need some calories in him.

"Okay, let's do it," he eventually whispered, and stood. Fuyuhiko followed suit, and went over to catch Akane by the arm before she could rush off to the dock.

Almost immediately, Hajime heard Akane say, "Oh, huh. Is that all? Sure, whatever." That easy? Dammit, Fuyuhiko knew what he'd been doing by claiming the girls as his targets.

"Hey, Kazuichi," Hajime said, and also caught Kazuichi by the elbow before he could head for the boat. "Can I talk to you for a second?"

"Huh? Oh, sure, man. What's up?"

"It's, uh…" Aware of Akane studying him, clearly about to comment on the situation, Hajime pulled Kazuichi into a nearby hallway. Its walls were lined with faded, yellowed posters about the musical act that was making a three-month visit to the islands, advertisements for businesses over in the second island's charming village, and encouragement to take advantage of the world-class room service menu. A small framed sign reminded them that reservations were recommended for the restaurant.

"Seriously," Kazuichi said once they were alone. Unfortunately, he was tilting visibly toward concern. "Is something wrong?"

"No, no, nothing's wrong. Me and Fuyuhiko got to talking, and we might…" Hajime shrugged, striving for casual.

"…Stay out there?" Kazuichi prompted in the silence. "You both said the cottages are a lot nicer. If you want to bother redoing the roofs—or managed to find some good ones—then hey, more power to you! Maybe I can try to get those electric carts up and running, huh? That way, you wouldn't have to keep walking back and forth." A grin erupted, and he leaned in with an amused, conspiratorial whisper. "Or you could just run him here and back. Ha! I just pictured his face if you offered to carry him."

"Ha, yeah, probably best to avoid that," Hajime weakly chuckled, and tried not to flash back to Fuyuhiko's proximity-versus-strength test from the day before. It'd be unfortunate if he started blushing here in the hallway. "Maybe we will stay. They are actually a lot nicer. But mostly, I wanted to mention that he and I…"

Kazuichi waited as Hajime fell back into silence, and popped his eyebrows up to prompt him to continue.

Wow, Hajime apparently did not have any Ultimate Tell Your Friend That You're Well On The Way To Hooking Up With Another Friend in his quiver of talents. After a moment of thought, he held up two fingers like he was making a peace sign. "He and I are thinking that we might want to be…" The fingers crossed. "…He and I, y'know?"

"Huh?" A moment later, clarity struck, and Kazuichi blinked and shook his head like a dog throwing off water. "Wait, seriously?"

"Yeah." Again, Hajime strove for casual, like this was a typical romantic pairing instead of forty percent of their known universe changing the social rules.

Kazuichi stared back at him in continued befuddlement. Then, unfortunately, he slid into worry as he turned to look toward the hall of hotel rooms. His stricken expression clearly said that he was recalling the wealth of other hotel options and homes left by previous residents.

Would Akane soon want to relocate to the second island that had been most popular with American tourists, to take advantage of its protected swimming areas and climbing cliffs? Would Sonia relocate to the elegant sprawl of the fourth's island top-end resort? Had Hajime and Fuyuhiko moving out and pairing off only been the first step in everyone choosing a path that led directly away from him?

Now for this, Hajime did have talents to draw upon. He silently thanked the therapist and psychologist at the back of his mind for putting labels onto all of those shifting emotions. Rather than acknowledge Kazuichi's deepening worry, he lightly continued, "Weirdly, it happened after a dream I had. I—well, Izuru, but it felt like me—was watching him lead a fight against the Foundation. We talked about it, afterwards. And got to talking about other things."

That was technically a lie, but Hajime didn't mind bending the truth of the timeline if it made Kazuichi feel better. As he'd suspected, it did work. Weirdly. But it worked.

Kazuichi worked through that, nodding slowly, and calmed down as he assigned deeper meaning to Hajime's words. It wasn't that people were finding better options than him; it was that Kazuichi Souda was, against all odds, actually the one in a better position. And he hardly ever got to experience that.

Hajime had been Hope's Peak's world-shattering triumph, and then the mastermind behind very nearly bringing back Junko Enoshima. Fuyuhiko had been at the head of armies that ruthlessly brought cities to their knees before putting bullets into civilians' heads. Kazuichi had certainly brought his own horror to the world, with all the devices he'd made for manufacturing Monokuma robots and helmets, or performing executions, or detonating dirty bombs across European cities. But his guilt had a slightly different feeling than theirs, for Kazuichi had always been following someone else's orders. Hajime and Fuyuhiko's memories had no such padding, as slight as it was.

If they'd formed a connection based on that recalled bone-deep regret, then it was understandable. It was a good thing to support each other, even. All of those conclusions ran rapid-fire through Kazuichi's eyes, and he further relaxed. "Huh. Well, gotta say that this is a big surprise, man."

"You're telling me," Hajime said dryly. "His first reaction was to get pissed off at me about it."

"Hah!" Kazuichi covered his mouth as soon as he'd barked out the laugh, and looked with continued amusement toward the restaurant door. "Is it wrong to wish you good luck?"

"Yes," Hajime said flatly, instinctively wanting to come to Fuyuhiko's defense. But then he paused, and couldn't help but say, "Thanks."

Kazuichi's grin held a few seconds more, then ebbed a bit. "So, is this, like, serious?"

"I don't know," Hajime admitted with a laugh. "I have zero idea. I know that I can wake the pods up, but not when, exactly. It would actually be nice to have those electric carts handy, but I don't know if it's worth clearing the trails for them, yet. And I know that I'm… I'm something with him, now, but I don't know what the label is. I really don't know these things. Believe it or not, that's actually a nice feeling to have."

Kazuichi's grin turned lopsided and softer, and he reached forward to clap his friend on the shoulder. The contact left him looking speculatively at Hajime, then at the doorway to the restaurant. If Hajime had to guess, Kazuichi's brain was reclassifying the number of romantic options on the island, rapid-fire.

Hajime held up his crossed fingers again. "Me and Fuyuhiko, remember? Literally just started something?"

Kazuichi stepped back. "Right, congrats! Hey, I'd better get to the boat, okay? Sonia and Akane are probably waiting for me." The girls' names brought that speculative glint back to his eyes, and Hajime said a silent prayer that all of them would return from the fifth island with no drama. The two of them adding romance to the equation really might have changed things.

Once the other three were headed for the dock, and it was once again time to focus on animal control, Fuyuhiko shot a hopeful look toward Hajime. "So? How'd it go? He looked like he was in a good enough mood heading out, but…"

Hajime nodded. "Yep." He paused for the length of a few steps, then carefully phrased, "He even wished us good luck."

"Hey, there's something." Fuyuhiko grinned. "Obviously, Akane didn't give two shits. Like I expected."

"Yeah, I noticed you grabbed the easier people," Hajime laughed, and lightly elbowed him. "You owe me."

"I owe you? You could've grabbed the girls before I did! Not my fault you don't know how to negotiate."

"You owe me," Hajime repeated. "I'm making you catch the first animal before I start working."

"Lazy ass," Fuyuhiko grumbled, and went off in search of a rope. "I'm not starting with the fucking chickens."

Hours later, they'd located several favored grazing spots and managed to relocate more than a dozen goats. The animals complained while they were being led, but now they happily grazed, or investigated a barn that their mothers and grandmothers had long abandoned. "So," Fuyuhiko wondered as they studied the ranch. "What do you do with goats, exactly?"

"Do?"

"It's not really like you eat them like the chickens, yeah?"

"Of course you can," Hajime idly mused, running through recipes in his mind for appetizers, entrees, and dessert. "Braised, curried, stewed. And with some fruit, honey, and goat cheese, we could—" He paused, then corrected himself. "No cheese." At least, not for Fuyuhiko.

Fuyuhiko nodded, his mood improving after Hajime remembered that without being prompted. But then it plummeted, for his gaze shifted to the adjoining coop, now repaired and ready to once again hold a flock.

"Let's go catch some fucking chickens," Hajime prompted with amusement.

"They shit everywhere, you know," Fuyuhiko complained as they walked toward their next task. "All across the hotel sidewalks, all over the island. That's my biggest problem with them."

"I know. So you've said. Repeatedly."

That earned a sharp sidelong look. With a wry smile, Hajime shut up.

Ahh.

Romance.

At dinner that night, it felt rather like they were zoo specimens. Sonia and Kazuichi studied them openly with every bite, while Akane also made no secret of her curiosity whenever she reloaded her plate. "So," Hajime prompted, very deliberately. "Did you find anything at the police dock?"

"We did," Sonia nodded, but kept looking between Fuyuhiko and Hajime as she spoke. "They're set up for scanning for boats in distress out in international waters. We'll be able to track any approaching vessels from quite a long range, once the power supply is back there."

"That's good to hear," Fuyuhiko agreed, and speared a wedge of melon. "Stop staring at us."

Sonia obligingly focused on her plate.

"You too, Souda."

Kazuichi tried to act like he wasn't staring, and did a piss-poor job of it.

They'd calm down soon enough, Hajime told himself, and shoveled in some rice taken from the restaurant's stockpiles. (Across all six islands, he estimated that there was enough rice to last a group of fifteen people approximately eight hundred and fifty-seven years, if everyone consumed it with every meal.) This was the most exciting change for their group since Hajime confirmed that he had a strategy for waking up the pods, and it was no wonder that they were the center of attention.

It was still annoying, though, and so it was a relief when dinner ended and they could escape back to what they'd decided was home. "I sure hope we picked the right cottages," Fuyuhiko muttered as they sped their pace. Heavy clouds had begun to roll in overhead.

"We should be. I didn't notice any water damage on the floor from other storms." Still, those clouds were heavy and swollen, and so low that it looked like they might be able to reach up and touch them. Hajime's first instinct was to set off running to beat the storm. His second instinct was to offer to scoop Fuyuhiko up, as Kazuichi had laughingly suggested. He thankfully fought back both instincts, and they made it to the cottages with minutes to spare.

"Good luck," Hajime laughingly told Fuyuhiko as they each reached for their cottage door, three doors down from the other.

"Good luck," Fuyuhiko wryly echoed, and stepped inside.

When the rain started, Hajime held his breath for long, purposeful stretches, waiting to hear any traitorous plink-plink-plinks that would warn him he'd made the wrong cottage choice. None came. He slowly walked through the cottage's expansive footprint, lingering in a reading nook across from a wall-mounted television, and then in a small breakfast alcove, and finally before a small lounging deck above the water.

A glass door led to that small deck. For a while, Hajime watched the rain through it. There was no lightning, so thunder wouldn't wake him. The wind howled, though; they'd want to check the roofs again once the storm passed.

He wondered how long it'd take until rain on a tropical island stopped feeling out of place. For all that perpetual sun had felt suspicious while inside the simulation, it was pleasantly easy to get used to. Ah well, Hajime thought, and turned for his bed. (Across the islands, they'd located several thousand sets of bed linens. It'd be a lot of laundry to do, eventually.) Storms would refill the reservoir tanks.

With the sound of rain soothing him, Hajime flicked the overhead light switch conveniently placed next to the bed, and let the noises steer him toward sleep.

"Hey."

Hajime blinked awake, some minutes or hours later. Pressure gripped his chest as he struggled to see anything. After a few long moments, with effort, he could barely make out Fuyuhiko's silhouette at the cottage door. There didn't seem to be any rain behind him, now, but what scant light there was must have to fight its way through thick clouds.

His heart beat more freely as he focused on the shadow Fuyuhiko made against that backdrop. On most days, Hajime honestly could handle his years-ago memories, but he never did well when it felt like he'd woken back up into blindness. "Hey. What's up?"

"I thought about how it was even darker, tonight. I didn't know if it'd be a problem. And if there was a problem, I thought maybe it'd help if…"

Hajime bit down hard and didn't point out that he hadn't noticed how dark it was until he'd been woken up. "Yeah. Thanks. You didn't have to, but thanks."

"So, hmm, let me just…" Fuyuhiko murmured to himself as he walked carefully into the cottage, trailing his hand against the far wall for guidance as he went. The door automatically swung shut behind him and even the faint glow from outside vanished.

Memories reared up and clawed deeply into Hajime's mind, whispering that he was back there. He was fading. He was alone. But light soon erupted, and Hajime instinctively threw an arm over his eyes before he processed that it wasn't bright enough to hurt.

A lamp would keep him awake if it were close, but Fuyuhiko had cleverly chosen a small one around a corner, near the door that led out to the deck. Its light reflected dimly off the walls, and showed up over in the bedroom as only a faint golden glow like a faded memory of the sun. That was enough, though; when Hajime looked around, he immediately saw where he was. "Good idea," he admitted. "I should have thought of that."

Fuyuhiko nodded as he walked back to the sleeping area, unconcerned. "I did the same thing, at first."

"At first?" Here on the real island?

"After this," Fuyuhiko clarified, and gestured to the heavy scarring over his useless right eye. He'd left his eyepatch in his own cottage, but Hajime hadn't paid any mind to the injury until he pointed to it. "Heh. Should clarify that, I guess: after the second time I lost it." He grinned wickedly. "Losing an eye from the same socket three time's gotta be a world record, right?"

"Must be," Hajime agreed with dark amusement. At least it apparently wasn't a source of trauma, by now.

"Anyway," Fuyuhiko continued, slouching comfortably into an armchair next to Hajime's bed. "I couldn't see for shit, at first. My brain still expected to be seeing out of an eye that wasn't there, and so it was…" He trailed off and sat in silence. When he continued, his good eye directed enormous sympathy toward Hajime. "And so it was dark. Not all the way, but a lot darker than it should be."

Hajime nodded back, and found himself relaxing into the mattress. No, it wasn't the same thing, but it was a surprisingly strong relief to be understood even halfway.

"So, I left a low light on overnight in the bathroom," Fuyuhiko continued. "You remember how they had those glass walls? Wish I'd been able to turn it down even further, but it worked. It felt weird to be sleeping with a nightlight, but in case I needed to get up, I didn't want to trip into something and rip this back open." His thumb drew a line low across his stomach. "It worked for me, then, so I thought it might work for you."

"It's a lot better, thanks. Seriously, I should have thought of that." For all of the knowledge and abilities that had been forced into him, an ingrained social norm of 'only kids sleep with a light on' was apparently too strong to overcome. Hajime needed to get over that. There wasn't reason to follow everyone else's expectations, any more.

Silence took over. In it, Fuyuhiko's words echoed. When his stomach had just been stitched up, huh? Hajime frowned against his pillow in thought. That meant that Fuyuhiko had been struggling inside his cottage, feeling like he'd lost even more than half his vision… when Hajime had been completely alone with him at Hotel Mirai. Just like the two of them now. Huh.

Slowly, Hajime pieced together memories and really considered the aftermath of Peko's execution like he hadn't, before. Fuyuhiko had been left dying in front of them, drowning and choking on his own blood. They'd all been so caught up in adrenaline and fear that Hajime never really thought that deeply about what was happening to someone who still felt like a stranger.

"Hey. Fuyuhiko?"

"Yeah?"

Hajime hesitated before asking, "Tell me if you don't want to think about this, but… do you remember what happened when you got rushed to the hospital?"

A slight smirk edged Fuyuhiko's voice. "Which time?"

That put a smile on Hajime, too. "The first one."

"Yeah, I do. Not as well as the second time, but yeah." As he spoke, Fuyuhiko's voice sobered. "It was just me and him in that fucked-up hospital, and he was… laughing." Shuddering, Fuyuhiko rubbed his arms and looked surprised by the strength of his recollection. "That bear's fucking laugh. You remember it, right?"

"Right. Of course."

"I couldn't move at all, by that point. He said he needed to sew up some internal bleeding, and he…" Troubled, Fuyuhiko folded in on himself more. "He… twisted. Warped. I didn't understand what I was seeing, and probably thought it was just my brain dying off with the rest of me. But after what we learned at the end, I guess it must have been the Junko A.I. flickering in, a little."

Hajime frowned, picturing some horrific Monokuma/Junko monster looming over a barely conscious Fuyuhiko. "How do you mean?"

"He needed fingers to hold the scalpel. And after he warped… there were fingers. It looked." Fuyuhiko struggled for the word. "Wrong. Not that I could pay much attention to how that damn bear looked, but when I make myself think back on it, it was like I was being operated on by some glitch. Some hole in reality."

Hajime shifted uneasily. Scalpels had been mentioned, but no anesthesia. He didn't want to clarify. "Sorry for asking. Looking back on it now, I suppose I assumed he'd just… edited your code to not be dying, any more."

"Maybe he did that, too. But you know that sadistic prick would never give up the chance to slice someone open when he's got an excuse to do so. He'd want to hear them hurting." Fuyuhiko's gaze grew even more distant, and he looked suddenly, agonizingly sad. "I hope Nekomaru wasn't awake."

"Oh. Shit. Yeah."

"He couldn't have been," Fuyuhiko decided, though it sounded more like he was convincing himself. "Think about how the guy didn't have a care in the world, afterward. There's no way he would've been like that if he remembered that fucking bear ripping out all his body parts, one by one. He… he wasn't awake. There's no way. No way."

Whatever awful memories he'd earned on Monokuma's operating table now seemed irrelevant. Fuyuhiko's expression warped further for Nekomaru's imagined mutilation than it ever had for his own surgeries. Eventually, he laughed weakly and rubbed at his reddened eye. "You pick some dark fuckin' topics to focus on when you're trying to fall asleep, you know. That probably doesn't help things."

"Sorry." Hajime smiled lopsidedly at him. "You mentioning your stomach got me thinking, and… and this sounds really selfish," he admitted. "But it was easier to worry about what you went through. It was something else to think about."

"Easier to think about someone else," Fuyuhiko quietly echoed, and still sounded shaken by picturing whatever hell had happened to Nekomaru Nidai. Maybe, after everything, it felt wrong to worry about themselves. But at least they could still worry about each other.

They sat for another good while in silence, until Fuyuhiko stood abruptly up. "I'm talking about something else," he decided, and surprised Hajime by taking the far side of the bed. "And I'm talking," he repeated emphatically as he stretched out against the mattress.

Hajime let the brighter tone carry him back toward smiling. "We're not outside, now," he pointed out.

Fuyuhiko propped himself up enough to shoot Hajime a disbelieving look. "No, we're not outside, but what kinda fucked-up mood just got set? Anyway, I'm gonna talk, and you're gonna focus on my story and worry about me, until you fall back asleep."

"Okay," Hajime said uncertainly. Worrying about Fuyuhiko didn't sound like a good way to give him a restful night, but it seemed like a plan was in place.

"Kinkaku-ji," Fuyuhiko began. "One of the temples in Kyoto. You know it, right?"

"Never been there, but by name, yeah."

"Well, my parents decided that Natsumi and I needed to appreciate our cultural heritage. Or whatever. They were big on that. So, off we went to Kyoto, to see all the temples and watch all the people."

"And you were…"

"Four." Fuyuhiko laughed once. "So yeah, I didn't give a shit about anything I was seeing. We were at Kinkaku-ji when I started running around to burn off some energy, and fell hard against a stone staircase. Hard. Ripped the skin open down to the kneecap."

Hajime grimaced. "Ow."

"I was probably screaming loud enough to wake the dead. So I get rushed to the nearest hospital, and here's the thing: my parents had always told me not to trust any doctor I didn't know. Because otherwise, someone could dress up like a doctor and shoot you up with something, or convince you to go off with them, y'know?"

"Sure. I guess." That had certainly not been a concern in Hajime's own childhood, but he supposed it made some sense for Fuyuhiko's.

"So anyway, I'm screaming my fucking head off, and then a doctor that I don't know comes in to take a look at me." Fuyuhiko laughed at the memory. The warm, pleasant sound washed over Hajime and he felt himself smiling, too. "And so I grab a tongue depressor and try to stab him with it."

A laugh burst through Hajime's drowsiness. "A tongue depressor? One of those round sticks?"

"Yeah." Fuyuhiko laughed again. "It was handy to grab, but it didn't work very well."

"No kidding."

"So… that meant I just had to keep trying, obviously."

The imagined visual of a barely-out-of-toddlerhood, blood-drenched Fuyuhiko going absolutely ham with a tongue depressor on some bewildered doctor brought actual tears to Hajime's eyes. "Oh my God."

"They had to pin me down," Fuyuhiko proudly added. "And I never had to go back to another temple."

"I seriously don't even know how to respond." Hajime smiled up at the ceiling, noting how the dim light etched shadows around all of its beams and planks. It was good to have something to focus on. His gaze wandered downward, and Hajime sleepily amended: it was good to have someone. "Got any other stories?"

Fuyuhiko looked over to him and smiled, then began a calmer tale. "So I had this dog, once…"

Soon, Hajime realized that he'd missed a couple of words. Then, half of them. His breathing steadied and he slowly sank into calm, deep nothing. Memories stayed blessedly quiet as sleep took him, for the trauma that marked Hajime expected him to be alone.

By morning, the clouds were gone.

#kuzuhina #hajime hinata #fuyuhiko kuzuryuu #my fic #fic: aquila

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viilpstick · 3 months

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Freaking you know what??? *Writes another daiggie scenario bc of brainrot*

I will. Shut up about these two after this. I promise (I'll try)

•••

A few sniffles were heard by a pair of hyena ears that was walking by, his hands occupied with a basket full of clothes meant to be washed. Ruggie continued on his way deciding to ignore the sound, — judge him if you want, he was a busy guy and didn't have time to deal with someone having a crisis — but realized the cries were getting louder each step. Once he made a turn he finally stumbled upon the source of such noise.

Sitting on the ground, holding her legs tightly and trembling was Daisy, the prefect Ruggie had come to… like, he guessed, in these past two days she's stayed at Savanaclaw. He blinked in confusion, the mere sight of her crying seeming out of character as he always saw her with a smile and a fire in her eyes. Where before she stood strong and courageous by fighting her fears in a battle against Leona by his side, now she looked… small, frail and absolutely terrified of God knows what.

Ruggie didn't know what to say so he simply cleared his throat, making the girl flinch and dry her tears the moment she realized someone was there.

“I-I’m sorry, don't mind me.” She quickly said, but upon realizing it was Ruggie, a part of her seemed to relax. “Oh, it's… you.”

“Yeah, me.” Ruggie said, a bit unsure. “Are you… alright?” A stupid question, he knows, but what else was he supposed to say?

“Yes, I'm just… I guess I'm angry.”

“Angry? You're crying rivers because you're angry?” Ruggie lifted an eyebrow, confused and a bit skeptical.

“Well, I– I guess it's more frustration. I just- just don't know how to get it out so… I started crying without realizing.” Daisy explained, wiping some other tears away. “Please just don't tell anyone you saw me like this. I can pay you lunch in exchange if you wish.”

“I wasn't gonna say anything regardless, but who am I to refuse free lunch?” He laughed that trademark laugh of his and Daisy giggled. Ruggie widened his smile, happy to know he somehow was able to lift her spirits at least a bit.

The hyena beastmen put the basket of clothes down, crouching in front of his temporary dorm member, and tilting his head.

“So, what's up?”

“What?”

“Why are you frustrated?”

Daisy seemed surprised by the question, blinking a few times to make sure she wasn't just imagining things.

“Why… why do you wanna know?”

That was a good question. Ruggie didn't have an answer for that, he just wanted to know, he wanted to know why she was so angry so he could help her cheer up. Why did he want to do so? Oh, don't ask, that was an even bigger question for him.

He just didn't like seeing her like this. Not the Daisy he knew.

“You look defeated.” He said, frowning, making Daisy look away in embarrassment. “It annoys me seeing the girl who basically saved my life and took care of me like this. I don't wanna be in debt with anyone, but specially not to anyone who looks like such a loser.”

“Hey, now!”

“I said ‘looks like’, not ‘is’.” He pointed out. “Is it because of Azul?”

Daisy groaned. “It's Azul, it's Ramshackle, it's the Leech twins preventing me from getting that dang photo, it's- ugh.” She massaged her temples, stress starting to build up once again. “I'm just… so frustrated. I was happy with Grimmy at Ramshackle but now… this stupid guy wants to steal it from me. The only place I'm happy at.” She lets out. The girl lifted her head again, her eyes making contact with Ruggie's attentive gaze, and she sighed. “Sorry, I'll… stop feeling sorry for myself and get to work.”

“You better, crying about it ain't gonna fix anything.” Ruggie said, matter of factly, and Daisy felt a knife through her heart. Afterwards though, she felt warm fingers against the skin of her cheek, caressing her face softly and carefully. “You can't stay defeated like this. Where's that determination you had during the Spelldrive fiasco, huh?” He smiled and Daisy returned it, though it was smaller, weaker, more timid. Her cheeks were warming up. “Come on, you're better than this. And to prove it…”

His other hand made its way to her other cheek, Ruggie was getting closer with each second and Daisy started freaking out. Unsure of what to do, the girl closed her eyes, her hands clutching the step of the stairs she was seated on, but instead of feeling anything against her lips or face, nothing came, so she slowly opened her eyes, seeing Ruggie holding a pair of earrings.

Her pair of earrings.

“Hey! These are mine!”

“Yes, yes, I'm aware.” He got up, putting the earrings in his pocket as he smirked at her. “My, my, were you expecting something else? You closed your eyes and everything.”

Daisy's face went red in shame and embarrassment and she struggled to speak. Ruggie laughed at her reaction, walking towards his basket and picking it up again.

“I'll return these to you once you leave Savanaclaw after getting Azul his picture.”

“Ruggie, please. They were my mother's.” Daisy got up, standing in front of him and preventing him from walking. “They're the only thing I have from her. Please.”

Ruggie stayed quiet for a moment, his face serious this time. “And because of that I promise to take good care of them.” Suddenly, he gave her a head pat, his smile returning, but it was much softer this time, something that put Daisy’s heart at ease. “You’ll figure it out, prefect. You outsmarted Leona once, of course you’ll be able to outsmart Azul.” Then, he flickered her forehead lightly, starting to walk away. “See ya around, flower.”

And with that Daisy was alone again. She was still angry, but now she was much more at ease, and had even more motivation to keep on going. Ruggie was right, she survived until now, someone like Azul wouldn't ruin her home! She had to deal with worst before!

She was getting that picture and winning against Azul, no matter what.

STOP???

NUH-UH?? AFTERT THIS I FORBID YOU TO NOT BRAINROT ON ME ABOUT THEM

THIS IS SO CUTE

AND HER EXPECTING A KISS WAS SO LJWKLXEJLKJELKXJD LIKE GIRLIE IS BETTER YOU NOT EXPECT THE KISS AND THEN GET A KISS THAN YOU EXPECT A KISS AND DON'T GET IT

I LOVE THM

I LOVE IT

I AM CRYING

#𐙚 moots ♡#inbox 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ✧#♡ ! mah #⋆ ࣪ 𖥔 . ruggie bucchi #⋆ ࣪ 𖥔 . daiggie #⋆ ࣪ 𖥔 . daisy #mah's writes 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ♡

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lollytea · 1 year

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I just know Hunter would quote star trek to be romantic and impress Willow, mostly because she doesn't know it very well and he can be cringe without fail, but Gus would bust his ass nearly every time. Like, I can totally see him quoting that one moment from Wrath of Khan of "You're my superior officer and you're also my friend, I have been and shall always be yours" because he just marathoned the og series until Gus is like "dude, for real? What mr. Scoops said to admiral (former captain) Kim in Rage of Gengis?" and exposes his ass right in front of Willow. I. Just. Know. It.

I mean, Willow thinks it's cute, but most of the time Gus is there so it turns funny.

Omg I promise I didn't mean to ignore this ask. It kinda got lost under others and I forgot about it for a bit but I was reminded it existed today cuz THIS IDEA IS SO SILLY AND I LOVE IT A LOT

YES Hunter would absolutely feel more comfortable flirting with Willow if he just had a SCRIPT!! And he does not trust himself to come up with shit on his own. At least not yet. So initially, Hunter memorizes lines from Cosmic Frontier that he thinks are the definition of romance. (Literally putting himself through TORTURE by meticulously combing through the O'Bailey/Keiko scenes which are known to give him a terrible case of giggling/kicking his legs disease which takes him hours to recover from.)

It's not a seamless plan in the longterm cuz its basically just regurgitating quotes that aren't his and if Willow happens to flirt back he's at a loss on how to answer. However the first time he recited one of his favourite romantic monologues on her, she was literally too stunned to flirt back. He even made her blush!! Willow!! Hunter did that!!! It went AWESOME!!! SO AWESOME!!!

Well it started out awesome and he would have been riding that giddy high for the rest of his life if Gus hadn't immediately butted in like "Hey man, you seriously just flirt with Willow using dialogue from Book 4 of Cosmic Frontier? Is that really a thing I just witnessed with my own two eyes??"

LEAVE HIM ALONE!!! HE'S FIGHTING FOR HIS LIFE OUT HERE!!!

Anyway that's the only time he manages to actually take Willow completely off guard with it. She definitely malfunctioned a little because she didn't expect that to come out of Hunter. And he really did have her going there for a second. She seriously thought he came up with it himself. She was having a complete crisis wondering how the FUCK she was supposed to function from this point on if this was the shit he was apparently capable of. Honestly, thank Titan it WAS from a book.

But yeah Willow is actually really charmed by it. She's SUCH a loser about the eccentric stuff Hunter does. Cuz in her mind, she doesn't see it as him not bothering to come up with romantic lines on his own because he doesn't want to put the effort it. She knows Hunter and she understands how his brain works. She understands that books are something that help him better understand the world and his own emotions and give him guidance on how to approach things. So the fact that he's taking snippets from the books that he loves and using them as a tool to better express how he feels about her is a sentiment that Willow finds super sweet.

She's probably skimmed through Hunter's Cosmic Frontier books a few times and wound up melting because of everything he had highlighted. He uses different colours for different things. Sentences upon sentences in neon green about protection and loyalty and love and devotion and Willow knows immediately that they made him think of her.

Anyway Hunter is also pretty creative with his terminology. (I mean this IS the boy who came up with "Emerald Entrails" on the spot, with a really clever meaning behind it.) But the things that come out of his mouth are also pretty odd.

So eventually he gets comfortable enough with speaking to Willow from the heart. He still uses the occasional book quote obviously. But as soon as the words leave him mouth, Willow knows if this is a sci fi passage that made him blush or a Hunter original. She honestly loves both 💚💛

#huntlow

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Just Dumb Enough to Try

Chapter 8: Take This Longing

Word Count: 4.2k

Pairing: Javier Pe��a x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ only)

Warnings: angst, swearing, smoking, alcohol use, pining, existential crisis, mental health spiral, attempts at jokes, sexual tension, movie nerd shit, cheating, public bathroom sex, unprotected PIV sex, oral sex, fluff, spilling your guts and getting ~vulnerable~

Series Summary: In 1993, you met Javier Peña in San Antonio. You made an emotional and physical connection with him. Now it's 1998 and you're starting a new chapter of life in Laredo with your fiancé. And who else walks back into the picture, but the man who left you high and dry five years ago.

Chapter Summary: Our heroes go on a (semi-official) date and allow themselves to get a little closer.

Notes: Chapter title from "Take This Longing" by Leonard Cohen, the horniest musician ever. Lets do it in the bathroom of a Mexican restaurant y'all - comments/ likes/ reblogs are appreciated greatly. Thank you for reading!!! Spotify playlist for this chapter. Cross-posted to AO3 here (UN: glitter_diety). Update weekly on Sundays.

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151 Fir St N, Laredo, TX June 17, 1998

There’s a palpable nervous energy about you from the second you wake up. You rifle through your closet several times, trying to pick out an outfit that says “ not sure if we’re just really good friends or if I’m about to have a lover ,” and settle on high-waisted jean shorts and a black t-shirt tied up at the front to show just a liiiittle bit of your soft belly.

The clock ticks by at an excruciatingly slow pace, causing you to actually do housework to pass the time. You call Claudia to chat, since that usually eats up an hour at least. You tell her that you have plans to go see a movie with Javi today, but don’t disclose the flirtatious manner in which the two of you have been communicating. She comments, “Wow, you’re spending a lot of time with him.”

Your whole face flushes as you stutter out something akin to a lie, “Y -yeah, we’re becoming really good friends .” Which… feels fucking terrible, honestly. You know she knows you’re lying, because she can see right through you always, but you’re not ready for that conversation yet. You’re barely ready to have that conversation with Javi.

With your remaining time, you wait out on your front step, fidgeting and chain smoking until his truck rumbles into the driveway. There’s so much you know the two of you need to discuss. Like how the line you’ve been walking between friendship and romantic interest have been blurred. Like how the moment he put his hands on your waist, sending an electric shock across your body, you haven’t been able to think of anything else.

Like what the fuck am I doing I’m getting married in September.

But you can’t help it, his touch has you enraptured. On Saturday night, while you and Dan were having sex, you imagined it was Javier. It was the first time in years you’ve orgasmed with Dan. You could barely look at Javi the next morning at church without your entire face turning red.

Javier honks the horn as if you can’t see him. You stomp out your cigarette and walk over to the passenger’s side door.

“Hey,” you greet as you hop into the dusty seat and buckle your seatbelt.

“Hi there,” he responds, looking you up and down, eyes lingering on your body long enough to make your heart start pounding, “You look stunning, as always.”

“One of these times I’m going to actually remember not to wear black in here,” you chuckle nervously, ignoring the compliment rattling around the butterflies in your chest.

“Do you even own clothes that aren’t black?” he puts the truck into reverse and pulls out of the driveway.

“Believe it or not, I do,” you sigh, smiling over at him, “Smartass.”

“Pardon me?” he grins from ear to ear, fingers pressed against his lips. You roll your eyes at him and put your feet up on the dash.

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Thankfully, you and Javi don’t run into anyone you know at the theater.

Not that I have anything to hide.

You’ve both been avoiding the elephant in the room and keeping your hands to yourself, keeping things cordial and friendly. It briefly makes you wonder if what happened at the beach was an anomaly, and perhaps you and Javier can have a functional friendship without sexual tension sometime down the line. Weirdly enough, thought makes your chest ache. Like you know you would be missing something meaningful.

Sure, meaningful. Meaningful and absolutely gut-wrenchingly terrifying.

Javier opens the door for you to enter Nico’s, which is a quaint Mexican restaurant in a nearby town. The hostess seats you at a small table in a sparsely populated courtyard. The sun is going down, making way for patio lights to illuminate the table.

Both of you order margaritas the size of your head. Not surprisingly, this kind of drink is not Javi’s go-to, but you’re able to convince him to try one with you. And soon you’re feeling fluid .

“Did you like the movie?” you ask while shoving a tortilla chip in your mouth.

He finishes swallowing a mouthful of margarita before answering, “I did. It was interesting. Eerie, though, you know. What about you, what did you think?”

Honestly, The Truman Show put you in a tailspin. You find yourself identifying with the main character, Truman, in thinking that… things in your life haven’t been sitting well with you. You both feel as if you’ve been volleyed down a path you don’t want. And that freaks you out quite a bit.

“It resonated a lot with me,” you prop your chin on your hand, look down at your margarita, and absentmindedly stir it around. You're tipsy enough that you start processing your introspection outloud, “I think… I think that, for my whole life, I’ve been going along with what everybody else wants me to do. You know that I didn’t even want to move to Texas? To go to UTSA? My dad wanted me to do it. He thought that if I came down here I could concentrate better and not drop out like I did at U of M when I was 19,” a bitter laugh leaves your mouth, “Fuck, I don’t even know if I ever actually decided on my own that wanted to be a teacher. It’s something other people told me I would be good at, so I made it my purpose. Trusting other peoples opinions of me more than I trust myself. I love kids and I loved teaching, don’t get me wrong, but is that what I would have chosen without other peoples input?” you take a sip of your margarita and hold up your finger indicating but wait, there’s more , “Just like Truman, I’ve been making these choices other people have laid out for me, like it’s what I want to do, but it’s not and I’m fucking miserable.”

As if the liquor has destroyed your ability to stop thinking out loud, slashing yourself open, spilling your guts all across this table; you continue with a shaky breath as your vision gets blurred from tears, “And I’ve realized that… the only thing I’ve done for me … is spend time with you. I like you. And being around you makes me feel like I’m choosing what I want to do, for once. Which is… terrifying.”

His face softens and his eyebrows draw together. The dam of tears breaks, spilling over onto your cheeks. In public crying. Again.

Why why why why

“Sorry I’m-“ you sniffle and shove your chair out behind you, then get to your wobbly feet, “I’m so sorry.”

You keep your head down while you locate the bathroom, pull open the door, then lock it behind you once it closes. Sobs rack your body as you lean against the closed door.

Why did I let that leave my mouth? I can’t do this. I can’t show myself to him.

There’s a knock on the door. You gather yourself enough to croak out, “occupied.”

“Hey it’s me, open up,” Javi says from the other side.

I think I’ve done that too much already.

A heavy sigh escapes your chest before you turn around and flip the lock open. He barges in and locks the door behind him. You step back and whimper, “What are you doing?”

He closes the distance between you, cupping your cheeks in his hands, and searches your face. His eyes are warm and intense, and so… utterly sad. His thumb strokes away a tear and he tells you in a hushed tone, “I’ve made a lot of decisions,” he clears his throat, breaks eye contact, and leans so close you can feel his breath on your face, “My decisions… have a body count… in the dozens. I- I’m reckless with other people for my own selfish reasons. I’ve been trying to reconcile who I am with the decisions I’ve made and I am so… lost. I don’t know who I am,” he swallows hard and returns his eyes to yours, taking your breath away, “But I know that I like who I am the most when I’m with you.”

Javier wraps his arms around you as he pulls you into an embrace. Your ear presses against him as you hug him back; you listen to his heart thumping while breathing in the bouquet of smells, so uniquely him, that was tattooed on your brain all those years ago. He buries his face in your hair and takes a deep breath, making you wonder if he's reveling in your scent, too.

It just feels so goddamn good to touch him. His palms slide up your back, sending shivers down your spine. Javi’s heartbeat quickens when he feels you squirm. You pull back so you can link your shaky hands behind his neck and arch your back towards him. When you finally get the courage to look up at him, your chest tightens and knees feel weak. His eyes are boring down into you, lips parted, ragged breath. He leans closer until his nose touches yours, lips hovering just an inch away.

“Javi,” you whisper, and he inhales his name from your lips. One of your hands trail up to the side of his face, where you stroke his cheek gently. He leans into your palm. Those puppy dog eyes.

You’re so unbelievably fucked .

As if you both were pushed past your breaking point at the exact moment, you lean towards one another and press your lips together. And it’s everything . The sweetness of the margarita and the smoky cigarette taste meld together into a flavor you find delectable. Truth be told, he could probably taste like rancid meat and you’d find it to be the sweetest nectar you ever drank. He pulls back to examine your face, to make sure, is this ok?

You let out a small huff at the loss, biting your lip and nodding, more . Your hands creep hesitantly from his neck into his hair as you pull him in closer, lips reuniting in a plea to keep going. Your tongue sweeps against his, sending a deep ripple of excitement down your center, causing you to moan.

The noise triggers something primal in him; he drives you backwards until your back hits the cool tile wall and he can press against you. While one hand supports your neck as he kisses you like the fucking world is ending, the other slips up the back of your shirt. It oscillates between lightly caressing the soft skin, and digging his fingers in to pull you towards him harder. You're sensitive with desire, every touch making you shudder and gasp. His mouth departs from yours and trails down your neck, licking, kissing, sucking indiscriminately, leaving a wet trail in its wake. You gasp with each new placement.

“Oh- oh my- fuck Javi- “ you groan as he tortures you, suckling the pulse in your neck.

He brings his mouth to your ear and murmurs, “Fuck, I love hearing you say my name, baby.”

The somersault your heart does when he calls you baby leaves you dazed.

You grab the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him back to your lips for a kiss, then grind your hips against his. He groans into your mouth, pulls your shirt up over your breasts, then rolls the hard buds between his fingers. He presses his forehead against yours, stealing quick kisses from your lips while asking, “Tell me- do you think about me when you touch yourself?”

His head pulls back so he can study your face. He is a disaster . Wild black eyes, lips puffy with your lipstick smeared around them, hair sticking up every which way.

A fucking beautiful disaster.

Your chest heaving, you trail your fingernails through his messy hair again, petting him like a good boy. You bring your lips to his ear, heart pounding as you confess, “When I touch myself… when I fuck him … wh-when I close my goddamn eyes- its always you I’m thinking about, Javi.”

Inhaling sharply, he crashes his lips against yours, barely allowing you to breathe between desperate kisses, setting your skin on fire.

He ushers you over to the counter next to the sink; you scramble up onto it as he brings his mouth to one of your tits, tongue flicking your nipple relentlessly. You groan and push his face into you harder until he stuffs as much as he can in his mouth and sucks, tongue massaging the hardened bud, fueling the fire in your core. You whisper praises to him, “That’s perfect, baby, that’s so fucking good, fuck yes-“

A moan rings out into your tit, then he pops it out of his mouth as his hands move down to your shorts; where he unzips them and pulls them down in a frenzy.

“You’re not wearing a bra or underwear?” He looks up at you when he’s met with your vulva instead of panties.

“I- um… no,” you stutter through your panting, not ready for the pop quiz.

“Do you do this often?” he questions, sliding his hands up your thighs, wet kisses trailing behind them.

You nod down to him, moaning as his hands meet on either side of your cunt and he digs his fingers into your skin.

“That’s so fucking hot,” he rasps before peeling your ass off the counter and bending you over it. He sinks to his knees behind you, then groans, “you’re so wet for me holy shit, ” then you feel his thumb roll against your entrance, rubbing the digit around in your slick. The moan that escapes you is not discrete. In fact, it’s downright fucking feral.

Cooing with admiration, Javi parts your swollen lips with his fingers and sliding up your slit, exploring all of the ridges and valleys, until he hits your knot of pleasure, where he stops wandering and lays down roots, caressing you gently. You relax into it, letting him take care of you as the circular motion radiates through your entire being. As your heart rate picks up, the pleasure builds, and your hungry cunt cries for more. You whine and huff, then start grinding down onto his hand. It’s not until now you flutter your eyes open and notice he’s sitting up just enough so he can see your face, contorted with lust in the mirror. When your eyes meet, you feel an intense connection that holds space and time. The intimacy between you feels so understated in a place as anonymous as a public restroom.

His face disappears behind the globes of your ass, then you feel his tongue teasing your entrance and you gasp. He dips it inside of you, making you practically collapse and choke out, “Holy fuck, Javi- oh that’s so good , baby”

He starts fucking you with his tongue while continuing to stroke you so gently and tediously and perfectly , every thought leaves your brain. You are only existing in this moment to revel in the pleasure he’s making you feel. Arching your back, you tilt your pussy towards him and reach back to pull yourself apart more. This apparently pleases him, because he starts moaning into your pussy, and his fingers work your clit faster. You can’t even control the noises coming out of you, they’re only instinct, rolling off your lips as ecstasy mounts. It’s fucking perfect. But it would be more perfect if- “fuck me, p-please, I need you,” you beg quietly.

Wasting no time, he jumps to his feet to undo his belt buckle and jeans. His cock bobs up out of its constraints and you’re ecstatic.

We meet again, old friend.

He sees you biting your lip and looking at his hard cock through the mirror, then it twitches enthusiastically. His hips lean against you and he asks, “Are you on birth control?”

You nod in the affirmative.

“Are- are you sure you want to do this?” he whispers through his panting.

“So fucking bad, Javi. I want you, please ,” you whimper, pushing back against him.

Your neediness pulls a groan from his lips as he brings his head to your entrance, then pushes his length into you. His eyes are on yours through the mirror, face snarling with pleasure. You swear to fucking god you see stars as he drags it out, then back in until it disappears, splitting you open and eliciting a moan through gritted teeth. He continues like this... leisurely, measured thrusts, like he has all night. Like there aren’t people probably outside the door waiting to use this bathroom. Like he doesn’t give a fuck if anyone hears the two of you panting and sputtering.

You push back onto him, trying to set a faster pace, but he grabs your waist doesn’t let you. It’s excruciating. You’re a fucking mess, whimpering and pleading as he takes his time with your pussy.

“Baby-,” you pout, trying to push back onto him faster again. He grins at you, pulls out of you and sets your ass back on the counter so you’re face-to-face.

“You’re so impatient, cariño,” he pants against your mouth, then kisses you passionately as he slides back into you. Your heart skips a beat. He teases you with two slow thrusts, making you whine, before picking up the pace. It's incomparable, the way he fills you, like his cock was moulded just for you. He's driving into you at a tempo that engulfs your body in pure bliss .

Your heart races and you grab onto his shirt, babbling into his neck, “Javi- you fuck me so good- holy fuck- Javi - you’re going to make me cum-“

He moans out your name and it sounds so sweet on his lips you can barely hold it together. You buck against him frantically, chasing the fire building inside you, until it overtakes you, flooding your body with ecstasy as you spasm around his cock. He shudders and thrusts into you wildly for another moment until he whimpers, lips parted in an o, finding his release inside you.

Neither of you move for at least a minute, catching your breath. He places delicate kisses across your smiling face and whispers, “ fuck- you’re so pretty.”

The smile spreads even wider and you draw his lips to yours. He pulls out of you and steps back to pull up his pants and buckle his belt. You shift to move but he places his hand on your belly, stilling you, “Hang on,” he pulls some paper towels out of a dispenser and cleans you up before helping you down.

What a gentleman.

Once you both get your shit together (the best you can, given the circumstances), you emerge from the bathroom timidly. You’re not sure what to expect, but you’re still surprised to see one woman standing outside waiting patiently. You come out first, and she starts towards the door, which is when Javier emerges. She curls her lip and huffs past him into the bathroom that the two of you had just defiled.

Back at the table, food arrived, what appears to be… some time ago. The waitress is talking to a manager when she spots you returning and waves him away. She approaches and puts on a friendly smile to let Javier know she wasn’t sure if you two were returning or not, but offers to warm up the food. You both agree that it’s not necessary.

Once she leaves, the two of you eat the cold (but fucking delicious) food quietly, looking up at each other and grinning every so often. You’re certain the woman you ran into outside of the bathroom told management about what she had seen, because the staff has a completely different demeanor towards your party of two for the remainder of the meal.

“Waitresses keep looking at us funny,” you comment.

“I don’t think I’m going to be able to come back here for a while,” he chuckles, wiping his mouth with a napkin and then throwing it on his empty plate.

You shrug and smile up at him, “worth it.”

You’re able to avoid talking about the implications and consequences of what happened in the bathroom until about one second after both the truck doors slam shut. He barely has a chance to turn the engine over before you ask, fidgeting and bouncing your foot, “So, what is it… that we’re doing? Was that a one time thing?”

“Is that what you want it to be?” he glances over at you, eyebrows furrowed and jaw set.

No. It’s not what I want.

“I- I don’t know. Is that what you want it to be?” you gulp.

He lights two cigarettes at the same time, then hands one to you. His fingers tap on the steering wheel as he sighs, then rolls his head on his shoulders to meet your eyes, “No, but I’m not the one with a fiancé.”

Your stomach churns, hands tingle, and you start biting your cheek nervously. Your eyebrows draw together and you meet his hard stare. Voice quivering, you breathe, “I don’t know what I want.”

This is a lie. You know you want Javier. But you can’t leave Dan without a dollar to your name and free fall into a relationship with someone who has a track record of completely disappearing… and that’s assuming he would want a relationship with you.

He puts the truck in reverse and brings you home. During the drive, the air is thick with words neither of you are speaking. You’re so lost in a haze of what ifs and potential catastrophes you’re tiptoeing around, you don’t even realize when the truck pulls into your driveway until you hear Javi say your name softly. It makes you jump.

“Hey,” he grabs your hand and pulls it to his mouth, laying a tender kiss on your wrist. You turn towards him and rub your thumb against his face. He makes a noise that’s almost like purring, then pulls you across the bench seat to kiss your lips. It says everything the two of you don’t have the courage to say.

I want you. I don’t know how, exactly, but I want you.

You part your mouth and run your tongue along his bottom lip until he opens up and lets you in, greeting your tongue with his own. He deepens the kiss, burying his hand in your hair and pulling you closer. You rearrange so you’re straddling him, back against the steering wheel, chest against his. The two of you lose yourself there, kissing, licking, petting, just savoring what it feels like to finally be submerged in the other.

When you surface from the depths of him to take a breath, sweating and panting, he lays butterfly kisses on your neck, not able to keep his hands or lips off of you.

“I should go in before my neighbors see us,” you giggle. He nuzzles into your neck further and wraps his arms around you, as if you restrain you from leaving. His mustache tickles your neck and you can’t help but burst out laughing.

He leans back with a smile, holding his hands steady around your waist, “When can I see you again?”

You and Javier make plans to go on a walk tomorrow afternoon. You’re barely able to pull yourself away from him, but the paranoia of being caught outweighs the comfort of being in his arms.

To give yourself credit, you make it all the way inside the house and close the door before you spiral into a panic attack. Chest heaving, head spinning, crumpled up on the floor next to your shoe rack. You feel like you’ve been shot full of adrenaline and can’t stop crying.

This is what you wanted, right?

Yes, but you didn’t think you could actually do it. And you did it. And it was fucking wonderful. Everything is so easy and good with Javi.

But now what?

Your heart is begging you to take a leap of faith. However, you don’t think he’s looking for the kind of commitment you are. What if you burn down your relationship with Dan, then Javi gets cold feet? Then you’re stuck in Texas with no money, no home, no people. How would you even get home to Minnesota? Then, if you were able to get there, the only person who would take you in is Claudia. She doesn’t have room for you. Sure, she would still let you stay, but it would be a burden on a family that is already cramped for space and strapped for cash.

And if you see Javier secretly, you run the same risks. What if Dan doesn’t find out? What if he does?

Would it be worth it?

Thinking about how you feel so alive and free to be yourself around Javi… how he feels so right… your chest aches at the prospect of letting him go. But the terror that clenches around your gut at the thought of letting him any closer screams louder. You pull yourself off the floor, crawl into bed, and cry yourself to sleep.

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hey chat I've been having an identity crisis that's been reacquainting me with my old friends, my mental issues, and it's not fun and I'd like to go back to my path to recovery but I don't think that's gonna happen until I sort out said identity crisis so I'm gonna need some help if yall have the time

So historically I've always been a bit of a loner and a weirdo compared to my peers, mostly because of audhd (autism + adhd) but being transgender certainly hasn't helped me either. It started a few months ago when I first got a glimpse of punk culture and what it was like, and after I found a cool jacket at a thrift store I went "Hey what if I put patches and shit on it like punks do that seems neat I'm gonna borrow that idea" and then it progressed to me finding a bunch of music I like, most of it new wave (X-Ray Spex my beloved) and as weird as I am!!

So I've since been doing more research on punk culture and the different groups within punk and I feel like I've found something that I can relate to, but then I'll see stuff like "If punk music isn't the majority of what you listen to then you're not punk" which seems sus to me, and I also see things about drugs and mosh pits and LOUD LOUD concerts, which is a problem for me because

1. I don't do drugs (It's fine if you do idgaf just not my thing), and alcohol is off the table for me because of genetics and a medication I'm on 2. I properly read the definition of mosh pit to make sure I didn't have misconceptions about it and the definition is literally a cramped space right next to the stage where everyone dances erratically and is pressed up against each other. I hate touch, so the idea of being in a pit with dozens to hundreds of other people all pressed up against me sounds like hell 3. I can't do loud stuff for long periods, I get overstimulated which leads to anger which leads to not good.

All of these things mean that concerts and bars/clubs are off the table for me unless I can be accommodated, but I doubt that'll happen because usually the reaction to me being upset about loud noise at events is "Deal with it" and then ignoring me. But there aren't really any places other than bars and clubs and concerts that punk groups (And any other group really) meet up at as far as I'm aware, so I'm basically cut off from any real interactions with people.

I explained this to a friend of mine, and he informed me that I'm simply not punk because "punk is about chaos" and "you're all rigid and need your structures" and yeah, I do have a certain way I like things to be done, but that doesn't mean I'm totally unwilling to let go and do whatever sometimes. Also from everything I've read about punk the only group who sees chaos as the biggest qualification are the nazi punks? All the other punk groups I've looked into seem to agree that it's anger at the establishment for not taking care of the people and deciding to form a community that we can be a part of to take care of each other, which I 100% agree with.

At first I listened to my friend and accepted defeat, but I thought of it for a bit longer and realized that my friend, as much as I utterly adore him, as a tendency to act like his opinions on things are objective fact (Talking about music with him can be frustrating because of this), so I'm not inclined to take his advice on this particular issue.

So my question is based on everything I've shared so far, am I actually punk or am I just trying to shove myself into a group that I don't belong to?

(Btw in case anyone's wondering my beliefs are anti-racism, anti-sexism, anti-antisemitism, anti-homophobia, anti-transphobia, anti-ableism, anti-zionism, and anti-every-other-kind-of-bigotry. And so far from what I've read I have mixed feelings about anarchy but I will admit I could do more reading on it)

#punk #queer punks #genderpunk #queer punx #punk rock #punk style #new wave #queer punk #diy punk #yes i did make a blog just to post this ask without people i know seeing it

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I am here again to offer funny stuff to @mustangsart .... I guess ( there was a problem before so that's why I'm posting this one all over again )

Mustang offers angst to his fans and I offer memes to him . Except that I'm not the only fan who does that and this time it's not all memes

I'll be calling the deer / Mary statue / Alt!Thatcher alternate just Deer cause it's much easier . And the one interaction with Preacher is not meant to be a prediction , this is all just for the funzies

But anyway , you're here for the funni , so yeah

Deer : Come on , it's been two days! Go kill that human! Alt!Ces : Nuh-uh! Deer : The fuck you mean "nuh-uh" ?!

Deer : Hey dude , can I get a sip of that vodka? Six : It's not vodka . Deer : Vinegar! I like your style! Six : It's orphan tears . Deer : Wot? Six : It's orphan tears , you puss-

[ Tbf if you haven't yet heard Orphan Tears 1 by Your Favorite Martian then I recommend you do . It's a very good song ]

( Now presenting : Interactions between Sus!Gabriel and his employees )

Gabe : I just need you to take out some people here and there , okay? Alt!Ces : On a date or to their deaths? Gabe : I- Just go already Alt!Ces : Okay boomer Gabe : You little-!

Gabe : Six , I have a job for you Six : Yeah boss? Gabe : I need you to be a parent Six : BITCH WHA-

Deer : Hey boss Gabe : Hmm Deer : So I've still got my attention on the blonde cop dude ; I've gotten rid of the identity crisis fucker like you asked ; and I've traumatized the tall white boy that I think he might end himself tonight Gabe : Good job Deer : Sooooo… Gabe : What? Deer : Am I one of your favourite employees now? Gabe : Haha no Deer : Awh :(

Meanwhile in the void *

Random alt 1 : Do you have an eight? Random alt 2 : No , go fish

Alt!Ces : * groan of boredom *

( Warning : Roasting Six ahead ) [ I can imagine Alt!Cesar with a british accent lol ]

Six : Pff , what are you gonna do? You're just a little hater

Alt!Ces : I'll tell you what , you fat little cunt! You're boring , you don't sound scary at all , so go fuck yourself in the dirty corner you came from , you dirty little baby-eater who puts on chapstick!

Six : … Gabe : Wow

Alt!Ces : Okay , the baby-eater part was probably a little bit overtop , but at the end of the day you're fucking boring! Every single newbie alternate who admires you are all stupid , they're ignorant , they're fat little cunts like you!

Deer : Don't listen to him , he's just jealous cause he's single- Alt!Ces : The creator doesn't even- Deer : -hated Alt!Ces : Huh? Deer : The fans both love and hate you ; me and Six are hated on all sides

Alt!Ces : I'm gonna jump! Six : No , don't jump! * Runs to get a camera * Six : Okay , jump now! Deer : Do a flip!

Alt!Ces : And then he says that … He's my friend Preacher : Oh my Gabe , I DON'T FUCKING CARE!

Hope you have enjoyed this bunch of non-sense

#hail true body au #mustang

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daisychainsandbowties · 1 year

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how did you figure out that you’re nonbinary and that you specifically use they/them pronouns? /genq

oh okay so figuring out gender was a ‘casper is stupid for 17 entire years’ situation.

i basically came out of the cradle insisting that it was cringe and terrible of my parents to think of me as a girl. i was, emphatically, a Pokémon obsessed little guy since i could form entire sentences. but it was 2002, and frankly i was more concerned with how far i could spit and collecting spiders off the bushes to be worried about it. my parents (bless) were 100% cool with getting my clothes in the boys section & letting me do whatever i wanted (except get ice cream from the ice cream van every day. their one and only instance of homophobia 😔) so i didn’t really suffer, especially, beyond scowling at people in school when they dared to refer to me.

it was pretty clear to me when i was 11 that having a cursed body was, indeed, going to be a curse. not worth mentioning how terrible and evil 11-14 was for me physically, tho to be fair i also took up swordfighting then so swings and roundabouts.

but yeah, around when i was 9 i knew there was a huge massive problem but then my mom got cancer (multiple myeloma) and… yeah gender crisis took a backseat while we watched her almost die about three times (pulmonory embolism, stem-cell transplant, getting shingles with no immune system bc chemo). my grandmother looked after me while Hospital.

unhelpful to the anti-trans-kids-existing demons bc she was also like intensely indulgent of my refusal to wear anything but my brazil football jersey. she let me eat nothing but artificial cheese slices put on a single slice of white bread and then microwaved because i had the massive trump card of not being allowed to see my mother for almost six months. i think she was grateful that i seemed to find the whole situation too serious to cry over. my best friend was a boy & he was pretty willing to be like ‘ok cool. ur not a girl. can we go on the trampoline?’

& then, when things calmed down & i was about 16/17, i had come out as gay (good for me) about two years before & then i realised i was oh fuck A Bit More Complicated than that i spent a while agonising over it. really a long walks on the beach pondering my gay ass type deal.

but then, just when i was kind of starting to vibe with being enby, I got really really sick, which lasted aboooout 5/6 years where it was just an old school platforming game but titled ‘casper tries not to die while trying to get a degree & two masters’). very do not pass go do not collect 200 of the universe to Do That. but hey.

so it was around Pandemic when i finally got the brainspace to actually think, & i realised that i was definitely trans, probably nonbinary. i experimented for a while with different pronouns. realised my ‘dumbass nickname everyone has to call me’ was my ACTUAL NAME (never underestimate my stupidity and ignorance) & yeah at first i was thinking of going the hormones path (do not ever please god don’t get me started on how hard that is in this stupid bastard country. 5 years waiting period, on average. have to get diagnosed formally by a team of psychiatrists with what is characterised as a ‘mental illness’. have to ‘live’ - as Some Fucker sees it - as your ‘chosen’ gender for like two years AND be out to basically everybody - realistic and safe i say sarcastically i say while looking into the camera like i'm on the office - oh look i got started. anyway. bullshittery)

but eventually i realised huh nope i just wanted top surgery (same fucking deal with the health service tho) & for people to use they/them generally (i am not too fussed w/ pronouns for myself tho. like, a lot of my friends use he/him because frankly i deserve it most of the time with the himbo behaviour. professionally i insist on they/them for consistency. i get congnitive dissonance with she/her as in i get a weird shock & want to laugh & wonder who the fuck they’re talking about for a sec before i realise it’s me. but like, miffed too much i am not).

also gender is a big pendulum for me it’s an elliptic orbit sometimes for a few weeks i’m like a feminine guy and other times i feel like a masculine gay & sometimes i feel like the autism creature (bc i AM an autism creature, always).

but i have, essentially, felt nonbinary always. trust me i have a pic of blue-eyed blond 5y/o me sitting on my bed in my Pokemon-themed room wearing a Manchester United jersey and holding my PS2 controller in my hands with a profoundly vacant and himboish expression on my face. it did fully take me 17 whole years to have my ‘oh’ moment about it, but a lot of that was profoundly indulgent parents who were you can’t even imagine how determined to not raise me the way they were raised - which meant, apparently, that if i wanted to be a spider-collecting, bug obsessed pokémon-fixated little guy who kept snapping branches off the bamboo and fashioning makeshift swords out of them - well then that was the creature they’d send to school every day.

i think the tldr here is: casper stupid. gender a concept.

#anon #'gender' i don't know her #casper lore dump

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imhereformysciencefriends · 1 year

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Origins SMP

@peerpressureweek day 6! Crossover AU

“Phil I need you to come home, like, right now,” Techno hissed into the communicator, covering his mouth slightly as he hunched in the corner.

“Yeah, uhhh, bit of a problem about that mate—”

“Oh god, did the weird new Ranboo do something to you? Please tell me this new manifestation of some freak mental illness that is presenting itself as Ranboo didn’t do something to you, Phil. I don’t want to have to start a vendetta against this kid, even if he is…” Techno glanced briefly over his shoulder.

“Mate, I hate to break it to you, but normal-Ranboo who is not having a personality crisis is still out here with me—”

“Heh!?!?”

“But more pressingly, there is a you here, who is maybe three feet tall, demanding carrots, and has fuckin’ bunny ears.”

“Heeeeeeeeeh?!?!?”

“Oh, Techno, are you, um, are you still—”

“Oh thank god, Ranboo, I was so scared I’d never hear your normal voice again!”

“Ohhhhkay, okay, let’s go home. Okay, come on Ranboo, weird, rabbit-Techno, let’s just. Let’s all go home.”

“Hurry!” Technoblade urged, peering over his shoulder at the too-tall, all-black, weird Ranboo who was staring about Techno’s home with open disdain.

This Ranboo was, admittedly, very swanky, all dressed up in a pretty, inky dress that had swishy, slinky, silky skirts, his tail rustling them slightly as it twitched and jerked from side to side. Lots of gold and jewelry, Techno appreciated that, and a tiara much more dainty than Ranboo’s own crown. By all accounts, he looked very different from the Ranboo Techno knew, but some instinctive part of him saw this person and knew it was Ranboo (that, and, well, he’d told Techno his name was Ranboo, so. There was that).

“Do people here normally live in such… squalor?” the not-Ranboo-but-still-Ranboo asked, and Techno made a distressed, high pitched noise that was only halfway approximating words.

“My house is nice!” he insisted. “At least I’m not homeless! I am not homeless, that’s more than I can say for some green teletubbies I know. Hey, do you know a guy who is,” Techno gestured vaguely, “Kind of like me, but has rabbit ears?”

“Yes,” Ranboo sniffed, like he’d caught a whiff of garbage. “Come to think of it, he has your same name.”

“Right. So, uh, what are you two doin’ here, in my house—”

“He’s not in your house, is he?”

“Well, no, not yet, but he’s with Phil and my Ranboo, which means he’s on my property, which is basically my house.”

“You own property and yet cannot afford to live somewhere a little nicer than this?”

A beat of wings spared Techno from having to come up with some sort of response to that particular remark.

“Oh god, Phil, where is he?” Techno asked, rushing past his best friend so he could latch onto Ranboo with some well-deserved theatrics. “Thank god! Thank god you’re okay! Can you imagine me having to live with this guy as my new pupil? Absolutely not. Aaaaabsolutely not. Superior Ranboo once again in the house.”

“Superior!” the other-Ranboo gasped, shocked and offended.

“Who are you?”

Techno ignored the spluttering not-Ranboo in favor of staring at the stout man who had a voice just like his own.

It was, indeed, a version of himself, but instead of pig haunches, shelled ears, and small tusks poking up from his lip, this person had rabbit legs, long pink floppy ears, and buck teeth. And yes, he was slightly less than half Techno’s height.

Techno wasn’t sure if he wanted to throw up or laugh.

“Uh, Technoblade. Who are you?”

The bunny man frowned. “You can’t be Technoblade. I’m Technoblade!”

“I think the subject of the hour is how we’re both Technoblade, and for some reason you are in my house!”

“And you are supposed to be… some inferior, peasant version of me?” not-Ranboo asked, staring down his nose at normal Ranboo, whose tail was lashing with his agitation and ears were pinned back.

“I uh, don’t know if inferior is the word I would use, but since, this is where my friends and I live, and you’re the outsider, I think you are probably the alternate version of me.”

Other Ranboo sniffed. “Unlikely. I am a prince, you know.”

“No, I, didn’t know that. You’re no prince I’ve ever heard of.”

“OKAY! Everybody let’s all just sit down and try to figure this out!” Phil shouted overtop the two conversations, nobody seeming happy about anything but everyone willing to listen to Phil. “Dress Ranboo. Bunny Technoblade. What are the last things you can remember before coming he—yes Bunnyblade?”

The other Techno lowered his hand while Techno himself wrinkled his nose at Phil’s impromptu naming scheme.

“You got any carrots?”

#dream smp #dsmp #technoblade #ranboo #philza #prpweek #mine #writing #haro writes #origins smp #osmp #bunnyblade

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obsidianstrawberrymilk · 1 year

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eyy, same on the bi viktor hc and shipping helen and vik 🤝

i spef hc viktor as having not figured out being bi yet, as of current canon, but after taking time to settle into realizing he’s trans he realizes his feelings towards dudes isn’t just gender envy and he’s like holy shit, and has a bit of a crisis. spef hc that sexuality crisis occurs between the end of s3 and the probably inevitable s4 timeskip we’ll have thx to elliot’s voice being deeper during filming. the vik realizing he’s bi is probably be more then a bit complicated thx to his trauma w leonard 😔😔

imo 1) s1 viktor defo had a bit of a crush on helen 2) people take helen’s words way more harsh then they were actually meant, like i think she was probably a bit frustrated, bc viktor had been in third chair for years and the being late thing seemed like a somewhat regular occurrence, but while she’s a bit frustrated, she said the stuff she did outta tough love type thing/she)s one of those people who believes that being blunt helps people more often then not

all this partially just to say i think viktor and helen as a rivals to lover’s relationship would probably be more rivalry on viktor’s part then helen’s. there’d be mutual rivalryship, yes, but viktor would care about the rivalry a lot more then helen would which i think is absolutely hillarious

i like imagining and hoping (tho it’s obv unlikely) that viktor meets helen again in s4, bc they’re just cute

Okay yesss to all of this!! I doubt Viktor’s gonna meet Helen again in S4 but I REALLY WANT HIM TO bc it could show just how much he’s grown from S1. I feel like Helen was trying to give an honest critique ngl - we KNOW Viktor had been trying for other positions than third chair, so imo she was trying to give some honest advice that just came off as kinda rude.

So Viktor meeting her again and having that passion she said he lacked now that he’s off his pills would be so cool imo!!

Lmao yeah, I meant ‘enemies to lovers’ in the ‘got off on the wrong foot, single sided rivalry, oh shit they’re hot’ kind of way. I could absolutely see Viktor having a single sided rivalry with Helen - hey, Luther and Diego got a rivalry so now it’s his turn!

...And if that eventually turns into a romantic violin contest that ends w them leaning into each other and staring into each other’s eyes, who’s gonna tell?

I also 100% agree w you that he hasn’t figured out he’s bi yet. I feel like what happened with Leonard would make him a bit anxious to date men for a while tbh, so it would be difficult for him to figure it out. I really hope we can see canon bi Viktor in S4 (but then that’s what I said about bi Diego in S3 so ahaha), and I hope they like... actually address the trauma that leonard caused?? Bc it feels like they kinda ignored that for the past two seasons.

#tua #viktor hargreeves #viktor tua #viktor x helen #leonard peabody #ew

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khaleesiofalicante · 2 years

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every wednesday I remember about LBAF new chapter at 7pm when I am either neck deep in shit or about to take a nap and just stare into space for a while knowing I wont be able to liveblog

BUT IT IS FRIDAY AND IT IS 11 SOMETHING AND I AM VERY TIRED BUT I NEED TO DO THIS SO LET'S GO

okay but brain tired I dont remember anything from the prev chapter. Except Nico. That was something else

why is he stressed...what did I miss?

OMG YEAHHH THE ENGAGEMENT PARTY

omg chairman is DRESSED UP

So, here he was, wearing a white kurta with sequins and shit.

damn.

OH RIGHT THE KISS

I COMPLETELY FORGOT ABOUT IT LMAO

yeah secrets are not secrets in this household

Murder, arson, violence :)

Also, would I kill Marcus on site? Yes. Am I attracted to crazy smart assholes who would burn the world down and just intelligence in general? ...yes. I CAN EXPLAIN MYSELF-

Not excusing the shit he did though of course not.

HE IS GETTING MARRIED YOU GUYS I CANNOT BELIEVE

He wondered if he should sit down and talk to bapak about it. Maybe he should check if bapak wasn’t having an immortality crisis while Max was growing up and Rafe was getting married.

omg...

also Lucifer and shadow demons are definitely coming up in this fic. And Nico saw some future glimpse about the LBs which is why he told magnus to take care of them or sum shit. Oh and the Logan (?) guy with mal is the warlock. Also poison theory confirmed! -Leftover thoughts from Tuesday

just kill her now and end it. sigh

Max ignored that. “First…I think she has feelings for me.”

Really Max? You think?

And then he thought, if anyone other than David kisses me ever again, I will set myself on fire.

Oh damn. OH DAMN

pull..?

I dont like this...

“I…I can’t live without him,” Max whispered.

SHUT THE FUCK UP LEAVE ME ALONE

this is sad. I shall now cry

is this foreshadowing? to there being a way for this?'

“If a solution doesn’t exist,” Max said. “Then I will create one myself.”

I...FUCK

ABIGAIL OMG SHE IS EATING GRASS

Abigail is literally the best character in here

New beginnings are so beautiful

Okay but I know we're all worried for the entire mavid drama rn but I am particularly worried about lexi and liv.

they cant communicate. That's it. It was an issue when they first got "together" and then when they finally actually got together and it has clearly not changed one bit. Right now it's about moving in together, what will it be next? I remember thinking it was a little funny in part 1 and 2 but it's just concerning now. How will they work in the long term like this? Relationships cannot be built on miscommunications.

Anyway.

Need to see jace and gabriel bonding please and thank you. Jace's fears are totally valid though but I feel like he needs to actually get to know Gabriel.

He knew Magnus was struggling with his immortality lately.

oh :(

GIGI SAID OKAY IS THE MOST AMAZING THING EVER

omg MALEC AS GRANDPARENTS HJSAUIDIUIJLF

I love diego and alec so much

He saw two girls running across Angel Square, holding hands and trading soft kisses. Unafraid. Unbothered.

Beautiful.

Alec did this <3

“It’s called sexual tension, dad, jeez,” Max had scoffed when Alec had voiced his surprise.

YES!

the blackouts...fuck

oh we had one yesterday! not a magical one but it was in the middle of my nap...

They had an alliance. They protected each other. They helped each other.T hey trusted each other.

I am so proud of him too <3

Would literally die for him

Why was everyone taking so long to get ready? How long did it take to put something on? Five minutes???

DUDE??? WHAT??

Whenever I have to get ready for something, I kick everyone (my brother) from my room and lock the door for a good hour or 2. We just hosted a dinner last week...HOW THE FUCK DOES IT TAKE YOU 5 MINUTES-

“I know she is safe with you. I know however much I love her; Rafael loves her twice as much. Maybe thrice. I have no doubt that he will be a good husband. But Anjali is not just gaining a husband. She is gaining a whole new family.” “And I will protect her as I protect the rest of them,” Alec promised. “That’s all I needed to know,” Diego let out a deep exhale.

Just...no words

no warlocks here...fuck

magnus? you good?

FUCKING WARLOCK MATH

but like...damn he can do math...damn...

me @ me:

10?? 15?? DUDE??

oh my god his OUTFIT I WILL DIE

oh my god they're wearing a lehnga...fuckkkkkkkk

uhhkdhdshjds women

FUCK FUCK FUCK THE OUTFITS I WILL DIE OMG DAVID SELENA AND LEXI FUCK

i will actually pass out they are all so hot

Selena chuckled, realizing that this meant David had probably tried to take selfies with Chopin before.

proof or it didn't happen

I NEED THE MEHNDI DESIGNS BTW

LMAO SOON??? MEHNDI??? HILARIOUS JOKE SELENA

Gabriel...OH MY GOD

sigh...jace be nice

oh yeah logan YOUNG. and they are TWINS

She thought of all the young warlocks in the blacked out cities. They must be terrified of not being able to access their magic. She hoped they felt safe enough to reach out to their institutes.

omg...

GABRIEL AND SELENA OH MY GOD THEY ARE SO CUTE

the signal's been down for that long...?

fuck

also do not climb the twoers

FUCK

THE DEVICE

FUCK FUCK FUCK

I WILL KILL SOMEONE

“Anjali said the ceremony lasts past midnight,” Rafael informed. “So, you’re gonna stay put and play nice.”

Yeah! Welcome to a desi wedding, my loves <3

Today was about him. Him and his amor. Fuck everyone else.

HELL YEAH

his magic...the device

oh :( nooo that's so sad

they should be able to choose their own suggens properly

they're all so BEAUTIFUL

ABBY DO NOT EAT MEHNDI JHJDKFJD

What’s with all the gorgeous women today?

DUDE I KNOW RIGHT??

omg she's beautiful...

“Did you know that the colour of the mehndi has a deeper meaning?” Anjali’s mother asked him. “The darker it is, the happier your marriage will be.” “No pressure,” Rafael chuckled as he looked at Anjali. “Your hands better be red when you wash the mehndi off.”

THEM <333

She knew how to take his dreams and make them come true.

This!! oh my god this!!

I have a feeling something will go wrong

gun

ANJALI NO NO NO FUCK

ANJALI WHAT HAPPENED

I HAVE NO SCROLLED PAST THE FIRST "anjali"

I WILL DIE

OH MY GOD

DIEGO AND DIVYA

FUCK

FUCK FUCK FUCK

WHAT THE FUCK

nope nuh uh I am done goodbye

marcus. fucking marcus.

I...oh my fucking god...

THE MEMES IN THIS ONE KILLED ME.

ps - all of yall lusting after the white kurta has me cackling lol.

#lbaf

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