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myalvmss · 1 year

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⎯⎯ DATING HEADCANONS WITH AQUAMARINE HOSHINO❞

CHARACTERS. aquamarine hoshino, ruby hoshino, ai hoshino, akane kurokawa mention

MISSION. headcanons ; adventure mission, silent yet shining

WARNINGS. mentions of pregnancy & sex? this is mostly just me digging into aqua's character more and more, ANGST will most definitely be in this, but dont worry!

BUTTERFLY'S NOTE. special thanks to my friend named Ryu I guess LMAOAOAOAO. THIS IS SHORT??

⌗O1: when I tell you, this man makes me frustrated every two seconds of reading the manga, I have a love and hate relationship with this man that not even scaramouche can compete with, BECAUSE RIGHT OFF THE BAT, HE'S A RED FLAG. BAHAHAHAH 😭

⌗O2: when you two first meet, he barely does effort in the so called friendship, or what he thinks of acquaintance.

UNLESS you are of use to his plan, so he'll probably use you, sorry bitch </3

⌗O3: this mf's ideal type is just someone like ai hoshino (imo NO ONE can replace her, not even akane sorry not sorry) and what makes you think you can pull off an ai?

i suggest you CHANGE him, not change yourself for him honey

⌗O4: this depends on your personality, but the relationship might be a sunshine reader while aqua's the grumpy one LMFAOAOAOAO

⌗O5: aqua doesn't engage in social media much, unlike his twin sister ruby. in other words, he's a boomer yet I'm not surprised so it's mostly you who takes pictures and videos of u both

⌗O6: you and aqua often go on dates at the cafe, park, or mostly private places where you two can get alone time with no interruptions

⌗O7: he's SO OVERPROTECTIVE ABOUT YOU. imagine yandere aqua omfg, he even makes sure that you're safe and doing well everyday

A caring boyfriend but a red flag 🚩

⌗O8: In the song, "MEPHISTO" I think there's a lyric where "I'll bet my life, I'll give it to you" would imply that to the people he cares about, aqua WILL risk his life for you. THOUGH this song probably directs to ai, or ruby? but either way, he still cares about you if you were actually his girlfriend. not just for his revenge plan, but purely his own love for you.

yet sometimes I think, "would aqua even bother asking you to be his girlfriend at a time crisis like this?"

It's a possibility he wants to keep you safe and unharmed from danger, so he'll probably lock up his feelings from you and keep it a secret so no danger will come for you, but it's not guaranteed </3

⌗O9: in an au where ai is alive, I wouldn't say that ai would straight away approve of your relationship with aqua. she's a mother, yes but not those kinds who don't give a fuck abt relationships ykwim?

when she first met you, she's a bit suspicious of you, especially if you're someone who's young, but your mind is well beyond your age.

It took a while, but she got used to you around with aqua and genuinely loves you

“you two aren't getting a kid, right?” just a few reassurances that YOU BOTH AREN'T GOING THE SAME ROUTE AS WHAT SHE DID.. “mama! don't ask questions out of the blue like that!” ruby come rescue us both PLS

“mama.. cut it out please,” insert a little bit of a flushed red aqua PLSS

⌗10: honestly, taking back the topic where you change aqua actually would work, because this man is wanting revenge and is willing to kill his father.

you can't be the one who helps him, that will end up ugly if he does succeed, because let's not forget how aqua can get arrested despite being a minor, yet he's 17 (currently in manga) and he might turn 18 soon enough

so you have to BE THE SAVIOR who changes aqua to be a better person and set aside this revenge

honestly. it's not worth it, I KNOW this is about ai hoshino getting her justice, but would she wanna see her kids in danger like this??

DON'T go off like "aqua this isn't like you 🥺🥺" NO LMAO. you knew aqua when he was 16, that's a super high possibility on who you met him, and the person he is now is just the same aquamarine hoshino you him at sixteen

just imo, you need to convince aqua that his revenge path won't do anything better for anyone's lives, because correctly he's ruining everything — the man probably doesn't care but you gotta make him care and move on for the better like how ai would want for him and ruby

ENOUGH WITH THE DARK SHIT LMFAO PLS AHAHAHAHAH

⌗11: if you're smaller than aqua, then he'll probably use you as a head rest

lay his head on your shoulder

rest his head on your lap

place his head ontop of yours

⌗12: SURPRISE BACK HUGS >>>>>

⌗13: whenever aqua is jealous, he always keeps it a secret from you so that you won't tease him about it

think of a scenario where you're talking to some guy on the street, a fan or an old friend;

aqua would slowly wrap his arm around your waist and pull you towards him WHILE giving the guy a very overprotective look

⌗14: he can't help it but aqua always compliments you in his mind, like how cute or gorgeous you are

⌗15: i like to think you both started getting together after his so-called revenge plan for his father

⌗16: aqua's careful around you, by that I mean when it comes to sex. he doesn't wanna end up being a replica of his father.

by that I mean, he'd ask for consent first for sex ( aqua's not entirely that kind of person who doesn't ask for consent )

and also would not have sex during his teenage years, as he prefers to have it at adult years ykyk

⌗17: you're a pain in the ass for him, gotta say that BAHAHAHHAHAH

⌗18: since in aqua's past life, he was a doctor ( bro's a DOCTOR. ) that took medical education, it's a high chance that he still remembers a few things

probably trauma from learning all that pain of a education lmao

⌗18: so whenever you get hurt, aqua's always the one who bandages you :))

⌗19: since aqua dislikes bell peppers, you probably shove those in aqua's mouth for shits and giggles AHAHAHA

⌗20: he acts like 'himself' (or the past him) when you're around, and you're the only person who could do that

“i noticed that he's like how he used to be when he's around y/n..” ruby spoke to herself, watching aqua and y/n from afar as a small smile appeared on her face. “I'm happy for them both.”

#oshi no ko #aquamarine hoshino #aqua x reader #ruby hoshino #ai hoshino #butterfly ; missions

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totalfknloser · 5 months

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Idk if it's I'm being asking way too early from the last request , but how about a list about Zack , Brodie , Dion and Giles green and red flags ? Like a top who has more ? ( ahem , it's way too obvious who but let's keep the mystery )

You're writing is awesome 🤟

LMAO THANK YOU SO MUCH THIS IS SO FUNNY LOL but tbh idk who has more red flags?? zakk is a meanie pants and i feel giles would be.. interesting.. dion would just be kind of nervous and brodie is completely just 😻 i think it would be zakk tho cause well it’s zakk but he’s hot soooo..

.☠︎︎. ⚂ .⛧.♫.

♫ BRODIE! MY SWEET BEAUTIFUL BRODIE! (can you tell i like Brodie a lot?) i feel that Brodie would be a very normal boyfriend and person, just a little weird because as a metalhead myself i can confirm metalheads are a little weird in their own each way. Brodie is a very sweet boy and i feel like he has very little red flags to none. i think his green flags would be that he can cook and take care of himself (i headcanon this because of his parents cause don’t kill me if i’m wrong but considering his dad is i think.. dead? and his mom is a crazy bitch, i think he learnt to care for himself pretty fast.), he’s, as i always say, a total softie who’s a wonderful boyfriend, he’s a calm person to be around other than, well, when there is like a zombie demon thing apocalypse, and other yk, good boyfriend type shit. I think his red flags wouldn’t be too red and more beige or barely a red flag. I think Brodie’s little things would be like he’s not too into actual skincare and just does basic things like wash his hair and use soap and stuff, but he still has like dirt under his nails sometimes and picks at his acne n shit. but i believe he would be more than happy to have you care for him for him lol. i also think he would be sorta lazy and be pretty messy, but blah blah, basically he’s a good boy.

☠︎︎ second on our not that red to bright vermillion flags is Dion. Dion is like, overly a nerd. which isn’t a bad thing, i love me a sweet nerdy boy. Dion has little things too like idk picked his nose till 7th grade in middle school, or watches too much porn but not to an addiction, just more random little things. much like Brodie, he’s a good boy. but until you as a lover would get him to open up to being a little more used to what love is like, he wouldn’t do very much to keep up the relationship lmao, he just loves being around you. Dion is very sweet, just a little more unusual, but more than Brodie.

⚂ GILES! Giles is weird, i think Giles is weird. I don’t hate him, i LOVE him platonically, i think he’s funny. but would i date him? no. i just think he would be a bit too peculiar. nobody can tell me he doesn’t have a porn addiction, and hasn’t fucked something weird which yes, you cannot tell me otherwise cause yes he has fucked something weird, it’s mentioned in the movie! i think it was a dummy or something. I think Giles is just very weird sexually, like not piss kink weird (sorry to everyone with a piss kink), but like too much porn and hot babes weird. and i don’t think he would be very like loving at first? like he would love you as much as anyone else in a relationship, he just wouldn’t know how to show it, but he’d eventually get it, much like Dion.

⛧ and finally, our beautiful blood red Zakk. Zakk is a nasty mean boy as we all know. before he really loves you, i believe he would be a man with a bit of a sick sense of humor (yk like dark jokes or laughing at sort of fucked up stuff), would be terrible at caring for himself in not all ways, but most. and he’s like, a total asshole, obviously. i saw someone say that Zakk would have bpd and listed why and i so agree which bpd or any disorder (trust me y’all i have 4 disorders lmao) doesn’t make you a red flag till you let it make you a red flag, and i think Zakk would let it become a red flag. Zakk is just kinda fucked up. from weird things on the internet he saw when he was too young, to definitely having trauma, i think he’s a little fucked from the start. I still love him and he would def learn to love you. I think his version of love would be a bit possessive and overly clingy, like if anyone hit on you he would get more possessive than he really should. I also think he would hold onto you forever and ever and never let go, and if you left and especially if you hurt him when you left, he’d never forgive himself for letting someone get that close, and other sad bullshit. i think i could work through Zakk and get mutual love out of him but it would be hard. but i don’t really care though cause i know he got some meat down there and he has a pretty face so idgaf! <33 + i know deep down there he is a lovable man. for his green flags, he’s a sweetheart when you get to love him, as i’ve said before. he’s very capable of genuinely caring and loving, it’s just hard to get him to do so. we love our boy Zakk no matter what.

.☠︎︎. ⚂ .⛧.♫.

MY HEADCANONS ON THEIR RED FLAGS AND GREEN FLAGS! I LOVE THEM! I LOOOOVE THEM!

#deathgasm #zakk deathgasm #brodie deathgasm #giles deathgasm #dion deathgasm

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okay at first i thought of just reblogging another user's post but I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS I MAY AS WELL MAKE MY MY OWN POST obviously spoilers for the trailer if you havent seen it yet :)

first order of business shadow looks so fucking cool we been knew but he looks SO FUCKING COOL. and then OUGHGKDFJGLDFKGD MARIA APPEARANCE .... i am gonna be so ill SO ILL when i watch this movie

speaking of shadow THEYRE FINALLY MAKING USE OF THE JET BOOTSSSSSS HIS ASS IS FLYING HES SO COOL HES SO COOL AND THE MOTORBIKE AND HIM DOING THE AKIRA SLIDE OUGHGHGHHGD

wasnt expecting sonic and eggman to team up woah. hopefully it goes better than what happened in sonic lost world lmao. also i swear everytime both eggman and stone are in the same frame theres something homoerotic going on. whats up with those two

speaking of homoerotic, im very very biased but i do lowkey hope theres some rainbow flag moments between sonic and shadow in this movie. sorry

and then like it showed up for like a split second but chao garden being some kind of kids' diner place???? hello

and of course. we have to mention gerald. maria was already one thing but gerald???? dude i am so hyped for this movie

#also keanu as shadow is ... ok ig #the internet angel speaks ♡#sonic #sonic the hedgehog #sth #sonic movie #sonic movie 3 #Youtube

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TOUCHSTARVED (Demo) 💔🫴

TL;DR: People are always saying "Touch grass" but even that might be dangerous in this scenario. If you thought Mike Tyson's hands were lethal, wait until you find out how our hands work.

Game Link: https://redspringstudio.itch.io/touchstarved

Notable features: Self-Insert, Multiple LIs, DnD vibe, MC backstory selection, Multiple endings/routes, Choice-Heavy Spiciness: 3.5/5 -- Nothing too explicit and no sex scenes or anything like that, but it does get pretty suggestive and there's some flirty jokes and comments here and there, especially with one particular LI LI(s) Red Flags: ...I mean, aside from one of them being a suspiciously smooth talker and the other essentially implying that they'd corrupt us, the biggest red flag is one of them having the cleanest pickpocket skill in history

Wanna know more? Meh, there's not an age limit, but the game pages does say it's for older audiences so, me personally, ... I'd say at least sixteen, but the older, the better. Anyways, let's get into it!

Okay, I'm sorry, but I have been coming across some damned gems lately!

Once again, this was one of the visual novels I downloaded forever ago, and what the heeeeeell, this was so good! Like, no, it was REALLY damned good. I'm not going to get into my ranting and raving like I tend to do because then the intro will get all long, but just know that, once again, I am geeked. Like, why have these game developers been going in so hard lately?!

I honestly have so much more to say, but I really want to get to the summary and the review portion, so I'm going to half-ass this intro and leave it here. That being said, this is NOT a yandere visual novel; however, it is a dark romance visual novel, so, it's still not the super teeth-rotting, cutesy, fluffy stuff.

Anyways, I'm going to tell you as much about the game as possible without ruining the game itself (like usual). Be mindful that, because it's a demo, there's not really an "end" nor is it even leading up to the end. The best way that I can qualify the demo is deadass...a demo. Like, it's a literal introduction and acts as a showcase to the rest of the game. More accurately, it flows exactly like how you'd think the prologue to a story would, "Chapter 0", honestly speaking.

Anyways, I'm done yapping; let's summarize. Just a heads up, though, it's gonna be a little lengthy, so...get comfy. All right, now let's get into it.

So boom.

In the spirit of keeping things as brief as possible: We're cursed, and that curse flows throughout our hands, front and back; it is for this reason that we keep them completely bandaged to ensure our own safety (kinda) and for everyone else's sanity. We believe that we can find a cure in this city called "Eridia", which is known to be this city of vast knowledge, and within this city of vast knowledge is this place called "Senobium". Senobium is where we're hoping our answers lie.

Lmao, I know that's a hell of an opener, but that's quite literally what's going on. We have been cursed since the start of forever, and we're essentially tired of feeling no sense of belonging anywhere, so we're trying to fix that; however, shit goes very left, very fast.

As we're on the way to this oh so great city of knowledge, we get hit with this ominous fog, and everyone who's travelling with us immediately knows: this is not good. No sooner than later, we're pretty certain that we hear someone getting killed nearby and the carriage that we were in is suddenly flipped over and blood gets shed very quickly. As expected, and for plot purposes, when the carriage got flipped over, our ankle took some extra damage which makes running a very unlikely option. Because of this, this terrifyingly dangerous creature wastes no time approaching us. Wanna see what it looks like?

That, my friends, is what is referred to as a "soulless", and it can rip you to literal shreds within seconds.

For whatever reason, this thing darts past us and disappears into the mist, but we don't ask questions; we just bolt behind the carriage for cover, and we're thankful that there is still someone alive after the attack. It would be much more comforting, though, if the guy wasn't praying, because that meant either one of two things:

We were very much so fucked, and he was trying to put in a good word for himself real quick before he potentially met his maker

or 2. We are very much so fucked, and the only thing that is applicable in this scenario is to pray and hope it disappears

but either way, we are very much so fucked.

That being said, we simply can't accept that. We don't pray, because we don't have the time. We've literally come too far to get taken out right outside the very city that holds our salvation, and that's all the reminder that we need when we see those city lights through the haze.

That reminder doesn't last long, though, because remember that soulless that vanished? Well, it came back, and the guy that was praying essentially brushed up against our hand, trying to get us to dip out with him because, duh, situation kind've popping off. Now, you remember that curse I mentioned? Well, our bandages kind've tore off during all of this ruckus, and all it takes is the slightest touch to make a person go from this

to this.

Yeah, so...not good.

Anyways, the situation essentially keeps escalating until we're one hit point away from death...but it never happens, because the next time we open our eyes, we see him.

Maybe we are dead, because hello~! Lookin' like an ethereal being in all of that white and attractive features! Like, gyatt DAMN. That is one fine ass angel!

Honestly, there are a lot of guys, and a lot of swooning, and a lot of introductions, so I'm going to kind've rush through those parts, especially since I don't want to ruin too much.

So, to get back on topic, essentially what goes down is that he -- his name is Kuras, by the way -- found us pretty much dead where the attack went down and brought us into the city to treat us. Now, this isn't because he's a hero or anything, but because he's a doctor and helping and healing is quite literally his entire thing, and damn, did he heal the hell out of us...suspiciously so.

Kuras tells us that, in Eridia, knowledge and secrets are what really fuels the area because it's so valuable. That being said, he can't get into exactly how he healed us so damn near perfectly. That also being said, he pretty much implies that the Senobium isn't all that's cracked up to be and that we aren't likely to find what we need there. Now although, we aren't fully believing of this due to desperation, he does point us in the direction of someone else. Some guy named Leander that we can find in some place called "The Wet Wick".

We follow Kuras' directions...but who the hell is--

--LEANDEEEEEEER~! HELLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~! ...Yeeeeah, this is the one I'm gonna romance first lol. Kuras is gonna have to chill for a second.

Anyways, we're here with Leander, and what happens here is...he is so obviously a playboy, but the man is smooth as shit. I mean, damn, the man gave us flowers as soon as he laid eyes on us and was talking about some "New here? I'm certain I would've remembered a face as lovely as yours". A classic playboy line, a fuckboy move, possibly, and I always manage to gravitate towards/pick them in these damn multi-LIs stories. Back on topic though, we ask Leander about the Senobium, and, much like with Kuras, he tells us that it's not only a taboo topic, but that the place is bad news.

That being said though, he's pretty confident that he's able to find an alternative to our ailment, but that we'd have to be willing to trust him a bit, which is a tall order considering the backstory we may have chosen. We bite the bullet though, because we discovered earlier that he was a pretty damn good mage, and we're really desperate. We give into his confidence...and it actually panned out well. So well, in fact, this man, once again, takes the opportunity to spit game and puts the gold in our hands next to the gold on his coat and be like "Look, we match". That man is smoother than damned butter, and I'm down bad.

Anyways, he gets us a room to sleep in for the night, and tells us to go explore, but be careful. So we do, and we run into this guy.

Yeah, so, remember that room that Leander got for us? This guy, monster, thing just swiped the key. Lol here we go...

The thing is, we could easily get it back, but something feels...off...about him. So, we play along with his game for a bit before we're just like "A'ight, can I just get my damn key?" but he kind've avoids the topic and, of course, our desire to reach the Senobium comes up. As expected at this point, he's flatly like "It's overrated" and to simply forget about it. Well, damn...

The encounter goes for a bit more before Vere -- we finally got his name after someone called him out for causing trouble -- leaves with the someone who called after him. Despite all that we've heard about the Senobium, we can't help but see it up close and in person to at least make the journey and trials and suffering worth it.

And we do, we make it there, and we see this figure there.

But when someone calls after us for gawking at the building, the figure disappears as quickly as we saw it. Aside from this though, a feeling of hopeless kind've takes hold and we're just...it's just like damn at this point, ya know? But then something kind've weird happens.

This red-eyed woman, who is clearly supposed to be dead as apparent from this gaping hole that she showed us on her body -- no, you don't get it. It was a literal hole that you could see through -- spoke of this seaspring that could cure, quite literally, anything. Not having much faith in the Senobium anymore, but still desperate for a cure, we follow the woman and receive directions to this mysterious seaspring and are told about some gang leader named Ais.

We get there, and we come to the conclusion that someone probably lives here. We call out, there's no answer...you already know where this is going.

BUT I DID NOT EXPECT THIS MAN TO BE THIS DAMN FINE. AWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~! Okay, okay, okay, okay, so I'm going to romance Leander first, DEFINITELY this daddy second, and Kuras is gonna be my solid third. Okay, moving on...

He -- this is Ais, by the way -- pops up and scares the shit out of us. Actually, it wasn't him that scared us, it's his loyal pack of red-eyed soulless that scares the shit out of us, and for obvious reasons. Anyways, for the sake of trying to keep this from being longer than it already is, he's actually a pretty chill dude. Once again, he is also anti-Senobium, but he is straightforward in that, "Yes, that seaspring will literally clear up whatever you've got going on, but boy, is it going to drive you batshit crazy". Well, not batshit, but it makes you a part of this thing called a "groupmind"; that explained the red-eyes. Ais described it as "one big happy family in your head". Oh...okay, so...not a good idea. Guess we weren't as desperate as we thought. He gets one of his trained soulless to take us back towards the city.

After everything that had went down today, we decided that we should officially call it a night. On our way to the room Leander funded for us, we run into some...complications.

Ah, yes. Why would we have been able to just walk across the city and to our room? That would've been too easy. Any chance that this one is tamed, too, and Ais is just messing with us again?

Oh...oh wait...this one doesn't have the red eyes. ...Yeah, we bolt. What makes this whole situation worse though? As fast as we are running, this soulless is keeping up pretty damn easily. Also, did I say that this was the worst of it? It's not, it gets so much worse actually. Tell me why, in our panic, we literally ran ourselves into a dead end. Beautiful. What are the odds we'll survive this thing a second time around?

Pretty damn high apparently. Bless this person because we were about to get one-hit'ed!

They help us up and...wait...didn't we...?

Oh yeeeeeeah! This was the person from the Senobium! ...Damn, they're short lmao. That being said, we were all:

"Yo, you were at the Senobium!"

And they were all:

"So what if I was?"

Mmm...a feisty lil stallion. Big sass. I would be, too, if I was that short. Like, damn, they are not as tall as the baes. Kuras could take their ass out with one stomp if he really wanted to.

Anyways, they scold us about being alone at night and how it's not safe and all that. We follow them for a bit, and granted, we saw that they meant business, but it's still weird that if it's so dangerous, why were they travelling alone and why did they stop to help us?

"There was a bounty on that Soulless; you were just in the way. Not killing you isn't the same as helping you." Wha--?

Well, fuck you, too then! You get romanced last, Shorty McDouche.

We essentially get spicy back, and now, they're all blushy and shit as they start walking us back to our room. Yeah, take that shit, Mhin -- their name is Mhin, by the by -- but we don't have to deal with their sass for much longer because guess who comes along?!

IT'S BAAAAAAAE!!!! .....gyatt DAYUM Mhin is short. Then again, they could be taller than or the same height as us, but we did mention that everyone was significantly taller while Mhin was "Huh...they're shorter than I thought".

Anyways, they both escort us back to the Wet Wick, and wouldn't you know it?

Not only are all the baes here, but they all apparently know each other! All those different personalities hanging out together? Well, isn't that a wild concept. Even still, since they're all here...

Maybe we can get to know one of them a little better...

END OF DEMO LOL. Well...actually there's more after this, but of course, it depends on who you go to talk to. This is definitely long enough, though, lol; you'll have to play the game yourself to find out more, not to mention all the details I left out.

Whoo, FINALLY. The summary was long, but that was because the demo was long, and it had a lot going on. I swear I excluded so much detail, you have no idea, but guys...

When I tell you that this game was so good.

FRIENDS. When I tell you. That this game. Was so. Good.

I don't think I can emphasize that enough, and I'm not even going to lie to you, at first, I was not feeling it. It's crazy to say that now, but I swear, I was not feeling this game at first, because it was feeling real Dungeons and Dragons, and as much I want to get into that...I can't. It just never vibes with me, and it's like I can't ever effectively get into it. That being said, it was rough at first, but then--!!

Listen. The story started storying, and the baes were baeing, and I was like, there is a visual novel to be played here. I knew it was a demo when I had started it, but when I tell you that I was legitimately upset when that "Thanks for playing!" message came up? DISTRAUGHT.

Anyways, my take on the game (as if it wasn't clear enough): it was great. Fantastic, even. It's just really odd how it flows like a fantasy story book but a DnD map at the same time, and yet they made it work so beautifully. The art style; those of you that have been rocking with me know how I feel about art style. Absolutely enthralled with the art. It looks straight out of one of those DnD campaign or character books. The baes! Don't get me wrong, all of them aren't my cup of tea, but the baes that I'm feening for?! Even the ones that I'm not feening for, honestly. They are sooooo handsome. Like, I want them al-- well, I want like 3 of them, to be best friends with 1 of them, and to throw hands with the other one lol. I mean, like, they're a'ight; I'm gonna have to get to know them because they a lil' too slick at the mouth lmao, but we all know that's probably going to be the sweetest of the bunch.

But yeah, this game is legit. Again, absolutely going to spend money on this one, if that's what the full version will entail. Now, just to add a bit of degeneracy...

IF THE DEVS MAKE THIS INTO AN 18+ GAME WITH A SPICY SCENE. MY SOUL. WILL BE THEIRS.

Okay, okay, okay, anyways, but like, the game really does have mad potential. Like, look at this:

You can pick your back story, and look at what it looks like when you pick your LI!

There are routes! You pick your LI by route! Can you imagine how huge this game is going to be if there are routes for each character and choices within those routes? I am literally so excited! Run me the full release, dev(s)!

Anywho, this post is waaaaaay long, and I could ramble way more about this game, but I shall not. If you'd like to give this game a playthrough yourself -- and I'm telling you that you need to -- I'll put a link to it right here for ya. If you'd also like, you can give the dev(s) that ever desperate "Please. I need more. This game is so good. I will literally sell you my lung and both of my kneecaps. I beg" and let them know what it is! Donations are also super helpful should you be in a position and mindset to do so!

All righty, that's finally all from me! Sorry about the length on this one, but there was so much that needed to be said, and I could honestly say more. For the sake of length though, I'll leave you with this:

Play this game, but also, please remember to drink water, don't be dumb, and hope to see you around~!

TOUCHSTARVED (Demo)

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niki-phoria · 2 years

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Hey!, may i request Chishiya x Militant reader? Who finds some fun in the games, ands is pretty apathetic towards death but finds it somewhat exciting? Sorry if that doesn't make sense lol, it doesn't really matter to me if its an established relation ship or not, but gn!reader if you can! thank you so much, your posts are always amazing!

the return of the eyeliner cat looking chishiya gif sklens

pairing: chishiya x militant!gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 1.3k

warnings: slightly ooc chishiya, i tried to make this canon compliant but honestly this was so chaotic i don't really remember how this part went lmao, canon typical violence, blood, light descriptions of reader giving chishiya stitches, i feel like i write every confession the same lmao

a/n: thank you for requesting !! i'm kinda running out of games to write about lol i didn't set this at the beach so it's kind of implied that reader was a militant (mention of a subordinate, reader has a gun and knows how to shoot) i hope that's okay i tried to make reader apathetic about death and excited about the games but i'm not sure how well it comes across. it means so much that you enjoy my writing <33 i hope you like it :))

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the pavement is hot against your hand when you sit down next to kuina. a heavy silence still hangs in the air, the anticipation of what will happen next nearly suffocating. chishiya paces around, hands stuffed in his pockets. he stops in front of you, sighing. “maybe they forgot to press the start button.”

“i hope not,” you lean back on your hands, squinting up at the sky. “this is getting boring.”

“boring is better than death games,” kuina retorts.

“i’m just saying, this is a little anticlimactic.”

kuina’s response is cut off by the approaching sound of an engine. “might’ve spoken too soon,” chishiya murmurs as a group of cars arrives at the shibuya crossing.

a man steps out of the car. “y/n,” he calls. he’s followed by a woman leaving the passenger’s side. “what’s going on?”

chishiya raises an eyebrow, glancing down at you. “you know him?”

“he’s one of my subordinates.” you brush the dirt off of your hands as you stand up. “we’re not sure yet.”

slowly, the rest of the people leave their cars. they’re members of the beach, nervously glancing at your group and each other.

a woman begins walking closer to you when a loud crack rings through the empty city. you nearly flinch when her lifeless body falls to the ground in front of you. blood pools around her.

you aren’t given enough time to fully react when another noise echoes, this time a man collapsing. a low rumble emits from somewhere above you. you can barely hear usagi gasp, pointing up at the sky. “is that a fucking berg?”

kuina’s comment would’ve made you laugh in any other situation. a gray airship floats through the city. a giant king of spades flag waves underneath it. you can see a few others in the distance, each carrying their own flag with a different face card.

“run!” someone yells. people continue falling to the ground. cutoff screams and loud whips of gunshots spur you to move faster. you duck behind a wall in between kuina and chishiya, peeking over the edge. arisu and usagi lean over the side, watching as the panicked crowd continues running.

“is this exciting enough for you?” chishiya asks.

you roll your eyes. “let’s split up!” arisu yells over the gunfire.

after a few shared nods, arisu takes runs off to the left. usagi is the next to leave, followed closely by kuina and chishiya. you duck behind the abandoned cars, desperate for a place to hide. a bullet grazes your arm, through you pay it no mind, forcing yourself to keep moving.

you all but throw yourself against the side of a car, panting. kuina is quick to join you, ducking behind the metal. “are you okay?” she asks. you brush a hand against your still-bleeding arm, shaking your head.

“i’m fine. where are the others?”

“i saw arisu and usagi earlier but i’m not sure about chishiya.” you swallow your fear, peeking behind the car to see who’s shooting.

the king of spades is almost impossible to see. he’s a man dressed in thick black clothing - almost like a cloak. his hood is pulled far over his head to cover his face. he fires mercilessly at any movement.

kuina flinches when chishiya joins you behind the car, pressing his body against the side. he shifts so his back is against the metal, catching his breath. “ah, you scared me,” kuina huffs.

“he’s not gonna stop anytime soon,” chishiya says, reaching into his pocket to grab two soda cans. “here.” he hands one to kuina and passes one to you. it feels heavy in your hand.

“is this a bomb?” chishiya nods.

two people slam against the side of the car across from you. arisu and usagi. they lay a dying man down on the ground. chishiya raises a hand to wave at them. you shove the bomb into your pocket where your gun used to be.

a car skirts to a stop in front of you, the door swinging open. “get in!” tatta yells.

“go!” you urge. arisu and usagi clamber into the backseat, quickly followed by kuina. a spray of gunshots hit the back bumper of the car. you lean over the hood of the car you’re hiding behind, shooting at the king. he’s quick to return fire, breaking the window of the car.

the shooting stops for a second, allowing you to return fire. the king throws a grenade towards the car tatta’s driving. you steady yourself with a shaky breath, aiming for the king’s head.

your shot misses, hitting his shoulder instead. the man winces, giving you enough time to move to a different area for cover. tatta’s car screeches when he begins driving again, swerving through the streets. you watch as the king looks around before running towards another car, jumping onto the back of it.

you wait until you can’t hear gunshots anymore before running towards the pile of debris where you last saw chishiya. he grunts when you push a piece of concrete off of his body. blood has started seeping into his jacket, staining the fabric. you hold a hand out for him to grab, helping him up. “are you okay?”

chishiya coughs. “besides almost being blown up? i’m doing fine.”

you shove his arm over your shoulders, wrapping your own around his waist. “come on.”

chishiya limps along with you until you find a building to hide in - an old convenience store. you help him sit down in a corner before searching for a first aid kit. you frantically look through the cabinets, desperate for anything that will help. finally, in the back of a cupboard underneath the clerk’s desk, you find one. a small metal tin filled with bandages, alcohol pads, needles, and thread.

you rush back to chishiya’s side, kneeling down beside him. you push the fabric of his jacket out of the way, exposing the gash on his abdomen. “you know how to give stitches?” he raises an eyebrow at you.

“no, but anything is better than nothing, right?”

chishiya forces himself to sit up higher, grabbing your wrist. “i’ll teach you.”

you nervously look up at him. something about him soothes your worries, even with a single look. “okay.” you will your hands to stop shaking as you prepare the needle. you start slowly, gently tugging the thread through the skin.

after the first few stitches you get the hang of it, confidently sewing the wound closed. “i saw you shoot the king,” chishiya rasps, eyes still focused on your hands. “why did you save me?”

“because i love you.” the words leave your mouth before you realize what you’re saying. regret builds in your stomach, cutting off your air supply. it suffocates you, preventing you from speaking again. you don’t dare to look up at him. the tension feels heavy in the air as you focus on chishiya’s wound. you finish quicker than expected. your relief is tainted by the uncomfortable realization that you’ll have to talk about your confession. “do i just tie it off and cut the rest of the thread?”

“yeah.” you brace yourself for rejection, wrapping the wound with bandages. “y/n,” chishiya whispers as he reaches out to lift your chin. you remain silent, even as he moves his hand along your jawline to cup your cheek. even as he brushes his thumb against the skin. even as he pulls you closer, resting his forehead against yours. even when he whispers, “i love you too.” even when he hesitantly leans in to press his lips against yours in a sweet kiss, hand still resting on your face. even when you pull him back in, unable to hide your smile. especially when chishiya smiles back at you and coaxes you closer so you’re leaning against his chest, wrapping an arm around your waist.

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stillfrownyclownlol · 9 months

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Lgbtqia+ hcs because I don't know if I'm gonna make it till June lmao (or, if I'm gonna live after it since I'm planning on wearing my flags In public 🤡)

Tw for csa mentions (because why don't I keep projecting huh)

Ashlyn Banner

-She/Her but in a "never thought about pronouns her entire life" kinda way. Doesn't mind they/them. She likes dressing masc/feeling masc, but doesn't really like being "perceived" as masc. Like...masc on her own time lmao. (I'm projecting so hard rn). "Gender neutral" kinda- like agender- but like in a "I don't care about my gender at all I just am more used to the gender they assigned me at birth"

-Demi rose 🌹 I'm also projecting here. Takes her a while to come into her feelings, but maybe that's the "never had friends ever" coming through.

Aiden Clark

-he/him but like he won't care if you use smth else for him lol. Cis gnc kinda guy eyyyyy (better in heels than ashlyn)

-unlabeled and that's how he likes it, nobody's business who he likes kissing lol. I feel like he's kissed a guy before just to try it. On the aro-allo spectrum ngl.

Ben Clark

-He/Him, is fine with They/Them. Honestly likes getting called She/Her too but she's been pretty shy about mentioning it :") Taylor likes doing her makeup if they're having a "femme-day". Settled on genderfluid/genderflux after a while.

-Greyromantic Caedsexual (Ace). Shane was part of a group of slightly older kids, and when he was getting bullied Shane and some other kids sexually assaulted him multiple times...technically was a queer assault since Ben was seen as a sissy because his personality and hobbies were "feminine", and this was to goad him into having a physical reaction :/

Taylor Hernández

(Ngl I'm so annoyed there's not more colors but whatever)

-She/Her and They/Them, identified as cis for a long time since it was what they knew, but once she learned more about it she experimented with her gender a lot more, they identified as non-binary for a while before moving to paragirl.

-Pan to aro/ace pipeline because I'm projecting :) she didn't really handle it well at the beginning, but Ben, Ash and Aiden are all also a-spec so she had a lot of support ^_^ They felt "invalid" because of the csa they went through when they were younger and they thought it was more like a trauma response than their actual sexuality. After talking with Ben about it tho she understood that even if they were related that didn't make her any less valid.

Tyler Hernández

-He/Him cis guy I'm sorry/lh

-was kinda annoying about queer people because actually being raised as a Catholic Mexican boy makes you kinda weird (IM SORRY THIS IS JUST FROM PERSONAL EXPERIENCE) BUT he gets better I promise

-Bisexual boyfailure and took him crushing on Logan to accept it 🤡

Logan Fields

-He/Him and a bit of a stickler about it because he gets misgendered rather frequently (less as he got older but still), doesn't mind getting called gendered terms tho (Taylor calls him "sis", and he calls himself an "Astrology girl")

-intersex, found out when he was 15ish since his puberty had been delayed, and he's really insecure about it...🙃 he was assigned male at birth so he wouldn't say he's trans, but his experiences overlap a fair bit. Takes testorone and medication because he has low electrolytes. I could write a whole essay here but I have to go soon 😭

-Gay :> He realized pretty quickly but he's intensely scared of people finding out, has only told his grandparents. They took it very well ^_^ His grandpa has some gay friends so sometimes Logan goes to the senior center to talk with them about stuff :)

#sbg #school bus graveyard #school bus graveyard webtoon #sbg (webtoon)#ashlyn banner #aiden clark #ben clark #taylor hernández #tyler hernández #logan fields #headcanons #tw csa mention

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aphidclan-clangen · 3 months

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How do you feel about complex sexualities/genders? Sorry I'm just curious and ik you're probably fine with it because you support xenogenders and those are complex genders. but I have to make sure I don't know why but yeah

Is it okay to headcanon characters? Because I think Icesheep is autistic because I relate with him and his behaviours a lot

1. I don’t entirely understand the question, you mean like…using 2+ identities at once or microlabels? Like how do I feel about their existence in general? If that’s what you mean, i don’t have an opinion lmao /lh /pos /affectionate. Im chill with whatever. My gender identity, as of this Thursday in 2024, would definitely count as a complex one. Though I’m not sure if my sexuality identity counts as “complex,” wherever the line/definition is on what makes something complex and what makes something simple. I think I count as a complex identity person lol

Either way, your identity is none of my business nor is it anybody else’s. Be out, be proud, be true to yourself no matter what. Be whatever you want, be a cat with twenty different contradictory labels and pronouns, I love that shit man. Be a cat rainbow space alien fox-coyote, be your craziest most microlabeled self, be true to your fullest most authentic self and go wild. Go feral, go crazy. Everyone should be themselves, no matter what anyone else thinks. Obliterate the gender binary entirely. Confuse people. Make shit up. Make your own flag so that you have something that’s yours that perfectly fits you in all your uniqueness. Invent new shit. Create a new language entirely. If you have to explain what you are, then explain it for a million years until it becomes common public knowledge worldwide and becomes the new normal. Normal doesn’t exist. Freedom in anarchy. If somebody’s got a stick up their ass about you being like,,,, a neopronouned aroace polyamorous autism creature with 10 different sexualities and 10 different contradictory genders, half of which you invented yourself, then who gives a shit what some random judgy Joe Schmoe thinks!! If it’s you and it’s true, then that’s all that matters. Microlabels and complex identities won’t be anywhere near as new and confusing to people 50 years from now anyway. We live in a time of dramatic change, so we should sure as hell blaze a trail. Destroy the system that demands bland conformity. Who gives a shit man, we’re all just neurodivergent and having fun here, “normal” doesn’t apply to us anymore!!

2. Yeah I’m chill with headcanons! I think they’re an inevitable part of fiction and sharing one’s imagination with other people. We’re all going to have different perspectives and interpretations of every character in media, that’s just…how this works. My interpretation of my own characters will never be like anybody else’s. Project on them as much as you want, headcanon shit that’s canon-divergent as hell, make them your own blorbos to hold, make your own aus, I don’t give a shit lmao

#aphidasks

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christiangeistdorfer · 3 months

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Little facts about Wolfgang Von Trips which I have picked up reading The Limit by Michael Cannell. Dot point style inspired by @cazzyf1

^^ btw picture of all time for me. i love it.

Wolfgang was known as Wölfchen [little wolf] by his parents.

As a child, he hated going to social outings due to the leggings & ruffled shirts his parents forced him to wear.

If left on his own as a child, he would run through the apple orchard or paddle along the moats around his house. He also had a secret treehouse in his favourite tree.

Wolfgang as a baby. Does it surprise anyone that he was like the cutest baby??

His first car crush was the family's Opel Super 6.

During WW2, when he was 16 he was drafted to search through air raid debris. He said he "saw the whole of human suffering firsthand."

He learned English from the African Americans living in his house and apparently could speak nearly flawless Americanized English.

He had a tendency to faint when he went through without eating. It is likely believed he had diabetes but it was never diagnosed.

His first motorsports obsession was motorbikes

Look how excited he is to be riding his motorbike oh my wordddd

At his first Mille Miglia, he won his class and came thirty-third overall!

Like many drivers starting out, he had to hide from his parents about his racing obsession. They viewed Wolfgang as the last hope for their family as he was their only child.

So when his parents went out for dinner after the Mille Miglia, the waiter asked if they were related to the Von Trips who had a class win - "I'm sorry no, my son is studying in West Germany." They didn't know until they saw the newspaper.

He raced under the pseudonym Axel Linther, a man he borrowed from a dead-end branch of the family tree.

He was actually supposed to race in the 1955 Le Mans however he was replaced by Pierre Levegh as Levegh had more experience. Von Trips was actually in the crowd and witnessed the accident.

He got the nickname Crash Von Trips due to crashing out within the first lap.

E*zo Ferrari said Wolfgang had "a noble spirit."

He used to call Phil Hill "Philee Hillee".

He always got called 'The Count' or 'Taffy', though no one knows how he got the latter nickname. It is believed another driver said he looked like a Taffy, which means Welshman or a beloved friend.

He appeared in a video encouraging people to get into motorsports for the "mastery of technical structure".

He would always carry cameras at the races to record his events, friends, girlfriends, etc and then when home he would tape-record himself talking about what was in the film.

At the 1957 German Grand Prix, he didn't race due to a broken leg. His Ferrari teammates Mike Hawthorn & Peter Collins gave him a set of yellow, blue, and white flags so he could signal the location of Fangio.

I C O N I C A L L Y When Fangio was kidnapped in Cuba, Wolfgang was lending a group of drivers on a tour of Havana's seedy clubs.

"He knew where every sex club was... including the gay bars." 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈

If he came first, he had a habit of pulling his teammates underneath the victory wreath with him <3

Fat mood Stirling

He had to get to a post-race interview but had no way of getting to the meeting point so he borrowed a bicycle from a teenager and rode with the teen sitting on the handlebar LMAO.

He was a big hope for Germany, especially after WW2, and became a national symbol. If he had won the 1961 championship, he would have been the first German to do so. That didn't come until 1994 with Michael Schumacher.

Speaking of Schumi, Wolfgang was very passionate about karting and established a go-kart racetrack near Kerpen which Michael would later take his first-ever lap on!

#the more i learn about him the more i just fall madly in love with him #he was a guy that loved racing & enjoyed working on the farm.#such a sweet and gentle soul #classic f1 #f1 #formula 1 #wolfgang von trips

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imnotherelmao · 3 days

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No imo today sorry 💔

In fact, total break from the usual focus of my content lol no narcissism at all (though I’m still using some of the tags for the sake of reach. I’ve noticed a nice little overlap between aplatonicism and npd/npd traits, lmao)

Today—ironically by request of my friends—I felt like making a new/alternate design for the aplatonic flag because I’ve never liked the standard one very much. I wasn’t fond of the colours, which is fine, but the meanings also rubbed me the wrong way? Take a look at what I mean:

It just feels weird to me to design it based around what we aren’t, as well as how we can “make up” for our aplatonicism, so to speak. I don’t think that was the intention. but I dislike it all the same.

Anyway, here’s my own design:

Meanings:

Pink & green - friending and nonfriending aplatonics, placed next to each other to show solidarity

White - joy in one’s aplatonic identity; mirrors the white stripe on many aspec flags

Grey - greyplatonics and demiplatonics, like on other aspec flags

Black - finishes the white-grey-black gradient present in other aspec flags; represents aspec community and aplatonicism as a whole :3

hopefully I’ll do another imo thing soon. If not, uhhh… Whoops!

#aplatonic #lgbt pride #pride flag #flag design #aspec #atertiary #actually aplatonic #aspec pride #aplatonic spectrum #aplspec #not imo creature #actually npd #narcissistic traits #npd safe #long post

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diagonal-queen · 1 year

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The Flags in Highschool

♡ characters: Pianoman, Albatross, Doc, Lippmann, Iceman

♡ synopsis: What type of student would each of the Flags be in highschool?

♡ cw: Swearing, Lippmann is nonbinary cry about it, mentions of vapes

note: I have no idea where this came from. I guess my need for Flags content is taking over my brain lmao (I promise I won't only write Stormbringer content from now on I pinky swear) and I know I have tons of stuff still in my inbox from ages ago that you guys requested. I HAVE seen them and I do plan on writing them. At this point in time I'm just sapped dry of any inspiration, so sometimes I just need to get whatever I can. This time around it was flag shit. I apologise for the wait and I love all of you. Apologies for errors and I hope you enjoy x

Pianoman (the prep)

Definitely the leader of whatever student council is at the school he attends (unanimous vote)

He is always on top of his shit. He never gets detention, never turns in any late assignments, never gets into any fights

Has extra supplies for people who've forgotten theirs, from spare pens and pencils to spare tampons for the period-havers

Is the kid that your parents compare you to and say 'why can't you be more like him' (if your parents are anything like mine, anyway)

Helps people study and write notes for exams- he has a collaborative doc that nobody ever needs to edit because the notes are always perfect

Is the one that has to show the new kids around because he makes the student body look really good lmao

Hosts every single event, fundraiser, volunteers a lot

Though he looks like he knows what he's doing he definitely doesn't get enough sleep

So he has a very concerning coffee dependence- probably drugs himself up on caffeine to get through exam weeks (please someone tell him to stop)

He might be generally nice and an academic but he also has blackmail on basically anyone who's ever crossed him so...don't get on his bad side I guess

Albatross (the goofball)

The class clown that everybody loves even though he's a little piece of shit

Definitely bounces from clique to clique, cus he's friends with literally everyone lmao. Even the kids who don't even like him are willing to have him around

Is the reason why Pianoman began bringing spare supplies to school (he fully gets by by just borrowing other people's things)

Never wears his uniform correctly, and is always getting in trouble for it with his teachers, but he never changes anything

He skips classes ALL THE TIME and doesn't bother to hide it. If you have a free period and decide to go to the store for something you'll more than likely find him vaping out the front lol

(Sorry yall he just seems like the type of guy who vapes- I do not endorse the use of e-cigarettes. There now you can't sue me)

Spreads insane rumours about himself because he thinks it's funny, and then acts shocked when people ask him about said rumors

Always has food/snacks in class and teachers are far past trying to stop him from eating while in class

He's so good at P.E. it's kinda scary. He can throw, run, swim, kick...everyone wants him on their team

If there was ever a Matilda-style student uprising...we all know who's leading it lmao

Doc (the weird kid)

Okay when I say weird kid I don't mean 'kid who crosses your name off the list when you're nice to him'

I mean 'kid who sniffs glue and knows too much about WW2'

Doc is absolutely the type to get straight As without putting in even a LICK of effort. He just never studies, and he never helps anyone else study either

A bit of a wallflower, but he's by no means a bad guy. He's just kinda offputting at first

A little bit too enthusiastic about the science classes where he gets to dissect small animal corpses (he's really good at it it's frightening)

Brings his own lunch from home

Always in the nurse's office, he keeps other sick students company (he's exempt from P.E.)

He's like reverse gifted kid burnout- when he was younger he was a late bloomer but now he's one of the smartest kids in the grade

Even though people don't spend time with him they don't wanna get on his bad side because they know he's gonna become some world-renowned doctor after school and they don't wanna deal with that karma. Plus he's a little bit creepy

Nobody knows ANYTHING about his home life

Lippmann (the popular/theatre kid)

You might be thinking that 'popular kid' and 'theatre kid' contradict one another but you'd be surprised. Everyone LOVES this guy

The lead in every single school play regardless of what type of character they are (gender and body type mean nothing to him)

Also lowkey kind of a whore. He's probably dated most of his peers and yet they're all still enamoured with him

Probably has a super high follower count on Instagram (why are highschoolers so obsessed with Insta)

Kinda friends with all the teachers and so people call him a teacher's pet/tryhard (i'm TOOOOTALLY not projecting here)

One of the first kids to come out as queer (nonbinary) so he supports other kids and helps them with their own sexuality/identity

Though he mediates when his classmates fight, he secretly LOVES the drama and lowkey wants to be an enabler (but that would ruin his reputation)

Definitely comes from a rich family and probably helps fund the school- gets a lot of awards for nepotism reasons

Has tons of potential with his academics but never utilises it- he's more comfortable not studying and getting 80% than studying and getting 90%

Gets voted most likely to be famous in the yearbook

Iceman (the scary dog)

He's actually really good at school and gets pretty good grades. How does he do this? You'll never know

Always sits in the back of the class, but he's not bothering anyone back there so teachers don't care. In fact they'd probably rather have him back there because even they're kinda scared of him

Also knows a concerning amount about WW2, but it's less the gory gore stuff and more the war-y war stuff

Surprisingly good at humanities subjects. Never try to get into a political argument with him because he has his sources CITED

Though he's really scary and not many people would willingly approach him, he's actually really nice and gentle

Stands up for kids who get bullied and checks in on them sometimes

Scholarship kid

Likes loitering in the library and reads a lot in his spare time (he has tons of overdue library books to return)

If a bird or a bug or something flies into the classroom he's the one who's always designated to pick it up and gently guide it back outside

Always argues with teachers if they say homophobic/sexist/racist things and gets in trouble for it but doesn't care (a king)

taglist~ ♡ @gettinshiggywithit, @fyodorhatr, @flower-of-darkness, @bejeweledgirl

#bsd #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #bsd fanfiction #bsd fanfic #bsd ff #bungou stray dogs fanfiction #bsd hcs #bsd headcanons #hcs #headcanons #bsd pianoman #bsd albatross #bsd doc #bsd lippmann #bsd iceman #bsd stormbringer #stormbringer #bsd flags

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rivetgoth · 1 month

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I have definitely talked about this song before on here but I've been having a bit of a Greater Wrong of the Right moment. Oldschool Charheads know that this is one of my all-time favorite albums and has been for the better part of a decade, but I genuinely feel like Goneja is like, one of the top 10, maybe even top 5, Skuppy tracks ever, which I think (?) is a pretty esoteric opinion, since the post-Doomsday stuff doesn't tend to get nearly as much love.

Buuut it's just so good man. It's like, for lack of a better word I'd call it the thesis of the album. This might be a kinda scattered "analysis" but I think GWOTR is an album that reflects a lot of growth and maturity from Ogre (and cEv, but I'm talking lyrically right now so sorry lol)--That isn't to say that the pre-Doomsday stuff is "immature," but I think there's a kind of normal timeline of human experience and psychology present in the evolution of Ogre's lyrics and demeanor over time, with the early Skuppy stuff being much more proactive and angry, and later Skuppy stuff being much more reflective. Like, lyrics that go from "This thing sucks" to "What can be done about this thing, how do we react to it, what does this say about the world."

Anyway, I think GWOTR spends a lot of time reflecting on this change as lyrics span across a bunch of the songs about sitting there, literally sitting, and sort of acknowledging or not acknowledging the horrors of the world: "Sit and feel absolutely zero suffering / A condition worth denying," "In the place of safety I am fortunate to be alive." A lot of this is (and the album title evokes this too, and the stage show) implicitly about the state of international affairs in the US at the time, post 9/11, the Bush Administration, and the horrors taking place overseas by hand and dollar of the US militia. Reflecting on the helplessness of being within the country of origin, far away from the actual traumas taking place. To return to what I said above about that "proactive and angry" vs "reflective" statement, consider the lyrics of songs like VX Gas Attack or Second Tooth versus lyrics like Use Less or DaddyuWarbash, where we shift from talking about the war itself to talking about being a citizen of the country propagating it: "Doesn't concern me / Under a flag free / Are we all completely useless?," "We remove ourselves from the war / Looking from a distance, sanitized / Wash your hands and feel it / The dirt is down the drain."

I also don't think it's coincidence that this album and all that it represents and speaks on was the first Skinny Puppy album since both Ogre and cEvin got clean from harder drugs and got more into weed. I think this album sonically has this sort of long, winding, whirring sound I'd associate specifically with a weed high, and obviously Goneja by name is a play on ganja (though as a SoCal resident I used to try to read it as go-neigh-ha until I realized, LMAO), so it's asking you to be aware of the presence of marijuana within the song and the album as a whole. So I think Goneja kind of is a coalescence of the impact weed has on the album and the larger themes of the lyrics of the album, and serves as probably the most personal, or introspective track on the album, with this kind of dreamlike, erratic sound, simultaneously slow and mellow but with scattered, jumbled, almost-nonsense lyrics that shift into one another as the song progresses. I always felt the song was representational of getting way too high and way too stuck in your own head, and the way your thoughts start to warp, and you start thinking about all of these terrible things, and all of these dark moments in your own life, and these dark moments in history, and become wrapped up in how weird and fucked up the world is. "I wish I wouldn't live in newspapers" is one of the final statements of the song and I think THAT is kind of the thesis of the album right there. That feeling trapped by the world, the news, the information being fed to you, all of the horrors, how much bigger it is than you, how helpless and oppressive it feels. For Ogre, he'd spent, what, 20 years at this point making a career of speaking on all of those horrors? And to what end? Has anything changed for the better? Is there a point to this at all? Are we all completely useless?

#skinny puppy #i dont usually tag posts like this but im rly happy with this one sorry

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Midnight Beach

Part 13

Request: Yes or No

Taglist: @nathan-no @hyubg @ash455 @gills-lounge

CW/TW: Implied/mention of parental abuse

Did not mean for this to get to 5,795 words lmao so sorry about that

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Dragging the lifeboat further up the shore, (Y/N) finally had enough of his wet sand-filled sneakers. He released the lifeboat once it was far enough on the beach that the tide wouldn't wash it away before lifting each leg and tossing aside his sneakers in frustration. JJ chuckled and clapped him over the shoulder, gingerly pressing the bandana John B had offered him against his bloody temple. The island seemed barren, at least from the spot they'd claimed. But it appeared vast enough to possibly have some human residents.

"Okay, anybody know where we're at?" JJ asked, continuing up the beach and leaning against a palm tree as the other guys sat down alongside the girls. (Y/N) took a seat beside Sarah and took his phone out of his pocket, pressing down on the power button but getting nothing in return. Completely ruined and useless. Just what they needed when stranded on an island. He groaned quietly and tossed it aside.

"Deserted beach. Unknown island." Pope answered tiredly, holding his face in his hands and staring out at the rolling waves with a grim expression. "This is the lowest we can go. We literally have nothing else to lose. The cross? Gone."

"The gold? Gone." Sarah added, fingers digging into the dirt and sand.

JJ scoffed softly, using his pocket knife to scratch into the bark of the palm tree. "Seriously, if we had a nickel for every time we got beat up, I'd say we're at a dollar fifty."

"More than I got on me." Kiara sighed and ran a hand through her hair, brushing it back and away from her face. (Y/N) hummed quietly. His wallet had been tucked away safely in the glove compartment of his jeep, millions of miles away from him. But his wallet had the same use as his phone given their circumstances.

"Yeah, you're right." John B nodded and lifted his head. "But, I mean... we've had some good stuff happen, right? Like if that pipe hadn't burst in the boiler room, (Y/N) might've gotten hurt."

"It was cracked. It was gonna burst sooner or later. Not really luck, just good timing." (Y/N) muttered in response.

"Alright, well, Pope. You're related to Denmark Tanny! That's crazy."

"And I lost all his inheritance." Pope reminded him bitterly. John B groaned and got to his feet, walking forward before turning around to face them and extending his arms out to either side of him.

"Guys, this is it. This is the Pogue life! We're in the Caribbean. It's our own little slice of paradise. With my best friends, with my family. I don't know... I wouldn't wanna do it with anyone else." John B smiled, gazing over each of them with a softened look in his eyes. "Look, and while you guys were complaining about every little thing... I was looking at those burly lefts." He turned his body and pointed out to the waves with a growing grin.

"They do look pretty tasty," Pope admitted, a smile finally breaking out on his face. John B stepped forward and offered him his hand, pulling Pope up onto his feet. Pope inhaled the salty air around them and nodded to himself, turning to face his friends. "There's nobody around. We could squat here for a bit. Kind of belongs to us now, huh?"

"I claim thee Poguelandia! I'm gonna make a flag. It's gonna have a chicken on it with a coconut bra, smoking a J in Crocs."

"Okay, but before you do all that, I'm gonna need you to do us a favor, JJ." (Y/N) chuckled and stood up, dusting off his hands and approaching the blonde. He took the pocket knife out of the tree and used it to point upward, head lifting to eye the hairy brown coconuts above them. JJ smirked and nodded, positioning himself at the bottom of the tree. He curled one end of the bandana around his hand before wrapping his arms around the tree and curling the other end around his other hand. Kicking off his shoes, he planted one foot at the base and began making his way up. The group below backed up but stayed close enough in case he fell.

"Alright, y'all! Timber!" JJ called, hugging the tree tightly before hitting one of the coconuts with his fist until it fell. Pope rushed forward and caught it before it could hit the ground and split open, cursing quietly about its heaviness. (Y/N) snickered and approached him, using JJ's pocket knife to cut a small hole into it. Pope brought the coconut close to his mouth and tilted his head back, the water pouring out into his mouth.

"That tastes-" He looked at them, lips and chin glittering with fresh coconut water. "-so fucking good." Gleeful laughter left the others and Pope handed the coconut off to Kiara so she could get a drink. The brunette eagerly took it into her hands and drank, a blissful look passing over her features as the coconut water trickled down her chin and over her throat.

"Get us some more, J!" (Y/N) called up to him and JJ nodded, knocking down two more coconuts that John B and Cleo quickly caught. With enough for everyone to take a drink, Pope handed the first one off to Kiara so she could drink from it as well. (Y/N) ensured JJ got down from the tree safely and then cut holes in the other two, chuckling as the Pogues eagerly took turns drinking and quenching their thirst. Sarah got her fill, humming and wiping her mouth with the side of her hand. She turned to (Y/N) and held up the coconut for him, tilting it over so he could get a taste of the nutty yet sweet flavored water.

"This'll be our water source." (Y/N) said, wiping his mouth and chin.

"And-" Cleo used her own knife to fully cut open the coconut she had caught, splitting it in two and cutting off a piece of the white coconut meat inside. "A food source." She slipped the slice into her mouth and groaned lowly, cutting off more pieces for herself and the eager hands that shot out in her direction.

"Not to mention all the fruit deeper in the island and the unlimited source right at our feet," Pope added, waving his arms out at the ocean. "We could be having fish for dinner each and every day! I'm starting to really like our chances now, guys. We can build a shelter out of wood and leaves, build a bonfire to stay warm and cook food, we could do so much shit right now."

"Back to our roots, huh?" JJ tapped the side of the tree with his knuckles, teeth digging into his bottom lip. "I bet I can make a spear and catch lunch for us right now."

"Bet I'll catch some before you." John B challenged and with that, the two ran off to find sticks they could sharpen into spears.

Snorting at their antics, (Y/N) turned back to the remaining Pogues. "While they're off catching lunch and dinner, someone needs to make a bonfire for us. We'll need some rocks as well. Once that's over and done with, we should probably rest and get our energy back for the rest of the day. Pope and I can make a checklist of things we need, maybe even implement a system to keep us alive."

"Cleo and I can go get some rocks for the bonfire." Kiara offered and Cleo nodded, smiles breaking out on the girls' faces. Cleo swung an arm around Kiara's shoulder and the two began heading down the beach, chatting animatedly and laughing together. Sarah watched them go with a smile, her hands still tightly hugging the coconut to her chest. John B and JJ took off into the water after shedding their shirts, whooping and hollering with their spears in hand.

"What sort of things do you have in mind?" Pope asked, grinning at the sight of his two friends battling with the waves when there was a perfectly shallow pool mere feet from them with fish skittering along the surface.

"Shelter and food should be first priority. Later on, we could probably make beds somehow. Possibly give everyone jobs to do like fishing, foraging, and building. Maybe have something in place in case rescue ever comes." (Y/N) answered, folding the blade of the pocket knife and sticking it in his pocket. Sarah collected the discarded coconuts, putting them in a pile at the base of the palm tree and wiping her sand-covered hands against her pants.

"We'll figure that out tomorrow. Right now, I'm more worried they're gonna poke their eyes out." Pope nodded toward the boys and set off in their direction, calling out to them. (Y/N) snorted when a wave barreled into JJ and knocked him back, the wind carrying John B and Pope's hysteric laughter. He turned and walked deeper into the foliage of the island, reaching down to collect sticks and small branches for the bonfire. A soft crunching noise followed him and when he glanced back, he saw Sarah collecting sticks and leaves as well.

"You know, you could always join the girls on their rock adventure. Or give spearfishing a try. I doubt the guys will be catching anything any time soon." (Y/N) caught sight of John B wrestling a small fish out of the water only for it to wiggle out of his grasp and escape back into the waves.

"I like keeping you company," Sarah said, reaching down to pick up a large palm leaf. She shook it free of sand and placed it back on the ground, putting the sticks she had collected in the center and motioning for him to do the same with the one's he'd gotten. Getting down on her knees, she folded the leaf back up, tucking one end under the sticks and pulling the other end until the sticks were secured. Sarah reached over to him and dug into his pocket, pulling out the knife and using the blade to poke two holes into the leaf. (Y/N) curiously watched her, following her movements as she used a long strip of leaf and pushed it between the two holes, fingers carefully tying the thinner leaf into a knot.

"It's not much," She smiled proudly and stood up, dirt coating the knees of her sweatpants. Reaching down, she picked up the leaf and tucked it under her arm. Brushing her hair back over her shoulders, (Y/N)'s eyes flickered over her throat. The light bruising had been covered up by her hair, but with it now out of the way, the colors drew his eyes to it. "But it's a start. Now the bark won't dig into our arms and they'll be easier to carry."

Wordlessly, he walked closer and lifted his hand, delicately brushing his fingers against her skin. Sarah's smile faded and her gaze lowered, arms tightening around the bundle of sticks. (Y/N) stayed quiet. He didn't ask. He didn't need to. He knew the rage of a Cameron all too well. He'd seen the anger accumulated in Ward on the boat. Seen the fury in his eyes when Sarah stormed off after their shouting match. Turbulent emotions ran in the Cameron family and Rafe had inherited his explosive anger from his father, the same man who often looked down on him for not keeping himself in check. (Y/N)'s fingers trailed up from her neck to her cheek, palm pressing flat against it. Her eyes rose to meet his. They exchanged no words, speaking solely through their eyes. Sarah's lip began quivering, brows knitting and eyes flooding with tears. She stepped forward, the bundle of sticks slipping from her grasp as she buried her face in his shoulder.

"Ward- He- He tried to-" Sarah hiccuped, shoulders trembling and jerking with her sobs.

"I know." (Y/N) murmured softly in her ear, wrapping his arms around her and cradling her head. His heart squeezed with the memory of Rafe's hands tightening around his own throat, his terrifying blue eyes piercing into him like a blade. The clang of the hook echoed in his ears and the pure rage and bloodthirst on Rafe's face appeared each time he closed his eyes. Sarah wrapped her arms around his waist and tucked her face into the crook of his neck, her sniffles and sobs slowly subsiding. (Y/N)'s attention turned to JJ and a smile spread across his face, gently nudging Sarah so she could turn and look at the blonde who triumphantly held a fish at the end of his spear.

"Come on, let's get some lunch." (Y/N) said softly and picked up the bundle of sticks, walking back out onto the beach as Kiara and Cleo returned with large rocks in their arms. They tossed the rocks down onto the sand and pushed them around to create a neat circle. (Y/N) kneeled down on the sand and set the bundle down, taking out sticks and snapping them in half to put in the middle. JJ sprinted toward them, laughing and thrusting his spear in the air. He skidded to a stop, kicking up sand onto Kiara and Cleo's legs.

"Oops, my bad." He grinned at Kiara's scowl and lowered his spear, letting them get a good look at what they'd be having for lunch. Water dripped off every inch of JJ and a thin layer of wet sand clung to his legs. JJ brushed back his soaping hair and offered the spear to Cleo before reaching down to grab two sticks from the bundle. He stabbed them into the sand between the rocks, pushing the rocks together to keep the stick upright. Taking back his spear, he carefully balanced it on top of the sticks and straightened up, grinning down at their new bonfire.

"We'll be having fish real soon." Cleo reached into her pocket and took out a lighter, crouching down by the sticks and reaching toward them. She flicked her lighter a couple times until a flame sparked, catching some sticks on fire and slowly spreading to the other sticks. The fire reached up, lapping at the underside of the speared fish. Soon, the smell of fish cooking wafted through the air and John B returned with more food for them. Taking the spear off, JJ tore chunks of steaming meat from it and passed them around as John B put his spear over the fire next, cooking the two fishes he had caught. (Y/N) relished the taste of food after nearly going two full days without it, savoring the taste and eagerly waiting for the other meals to cook fully.

The Pogues gathered around the fire when night fell, exchanging stories and eating their fill. Cleo spoke briefly of her past; her time in Nassau and how she'd been working for a man named Terrance who'd do anything to make good money, even if he had to play dirty. She recounted how the plan to steal back the gold had gone down and how worried she'd been when Sarah had been shot in the side by Rafe. Sarah's finger ran circles around the scar on her hip when Cleo told the tale, her eyes meeting John B's across the fire before turning toward (Y/N) who sat between Pope and Kiara. He watched the fire, quiet as always, and Sarah felt tempted to take Pope's seat when he stood up.

Eventually, they put the fire out and got as comfortable as they could on the sandy beach. Pope and JJ rested against a large rock nearby, quietly chatting about the day until they dozed off together, heads leaning against each other. Kiara curled up near their bonfire and Cleo shared her jacket with her, using it as a pillow of sorts to keep the sand off their faces. John B folded his shirt and placed it over the sand, resting his head on it as his eyes battled to stay open. (Y/N) stood up from his spot and stepped over the sleeping girls, careful to not disturb the peaceful teenagers as he grew closer to the tide. He took his seat on the sand and stretched out his legs in front of him, watching the water rise and brush against his legs before retreating again. He turned to the dark horizon and wondered how long it'd take for the Outer Banks to realize they were gone. How many days, weeks, possibly even months it'd take for them to be found, if they were ever found? Would his parents be contacted? Would they bother returning to their old home? Would they assume the worst and bury a casket in his name to get it over with?

In the back of his mind, he knew the answer. Shoupe would call his father to inform him of his missing child, and his father would return to his daily life without giving him another thought. (Y/N) looked at the stars and tried to picture his father in his head. It'd been years, surely he'd changed. Maybe he'd grown a beard and kept it trimmed. Maybe he'd begun styling his hair differently and wore new clothes that better suited the fashion in California. His mother had likely changed as well, probably picking up an accent during her time overseas and changing to better suit the climate in whatever country she occupied. Italy? France? (Y/N) couldn't remember. He didn't want to remember. Not anymore.

Sarah watched him over her shoulder, absentmindedly drawing shapes and figures in the sand. She'd always enjoyed watching him, trying to decipher what was going on in that head of his. The quiet, older guy who only glanced at her in the hallways at school. Sarah wasn't vain. She didn't expect everyone to ogle her when she stepped in their line of vision. But at the academy, everyone did. Whether it was because they found her attractive or they desired a connection to the richest family on Figure Eight. She still remembered when she'd first laid eyes on him. How he turned in her direction and smiled politely as if she were just another stranger on the street before he resumed his conversation with Liv Wickes. Her friends had eagerly spilled everything they knew about him to her, which hadn't been much. A handsome guy with few friends and absent parents who spent most of his time with his ex-girlfriend. It should've been pitying, her friends had even giggled about it. They, of course, stopped giggling when she dumped her boyfriend for him.

Her head turned toward John B and she met his eyes. He smiled sleepily at her and beckoned her over with a wave of his hand, patting the spot beside him. He'd saved her from Ward's attempt on her life. He'd cupped her face and assured her she'd be alright before fighting with her father and nearly throwing him overboard. He'd taken her hand and jumped from the ship. But his comforts were always brief before he set his sights on something new to do. John B went at his own pace and expected everyone to follow. He was chaotic and adventurous and new whereas (Y/N) was calm and passive and familiar. (Y/N) changed to fit everyone's paces, warping himself to fit their needs rather than his own. Both of them offered things she desired. Things she wanted and needed. Two different guys from vastly different backgrounds. A Pogue from the Cut who struggled to get by and hated everything about her family. A Kook from Figure Eight forced to learn how to adapt to stations that turned like tides. She cared for them, but she'd never be able to have them both. They mixed like oil and water, tolerating each other for the sake of everyone around them.

Shaking her head at the brunette, Sarah lied back on the soft sand and gazed up at the stars. She'd have to choose eventually. Pick one over the other and deal with the fallout. But even as she lied there, thinking about both boys, her eyes naturally drifted away from the sky and toward the one sitting away from the others. He slipped from her fingers like sand, each day drifting farther and farther away from her. He tended to her, cared for her, but did he love her anymore?

She hoped he still did.

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30 days.

It'd been 30 whole days since they'd jumped off the Coastal Venture and sped away on a lifeboat to a deserted island in the middle of the ocean. Since that fateful day, the teenagers made progress on their new home. They collected and foraged, ensuring they only took what they needed. Their meals consisted of different fruits scattered across the island alongside berries and cooked fish, sometimes the occasional bird or iguana. They bathed in the waves and huddled around the fire at night. Most days were long and sunburns had taken a hold on each Pogue at least twice since they settled on the island. They built a shelter out of wood and large leaves, just as planned, and used smaller leaves and fibers to create makeshift beds. They had designated spots for food and rotating jobs. JJ had even gotten around to making a flag for the island that waved proudly in the wind. Friendships strengthen and romance planted its seed in some of them.

(Y/N) had seen it in Kiara first. He'd seen her watching JJ more closely, following him around whenever he went off to do one thing or another. She said it was to keep an eye on him, to make sure JJ didn't accidentally hurt himself on one of his ventures around the island. She'd rolled her eyes at (Y/N)'s smirk but he'd seen all the lingering looks, the glances when JJ was occupied with something else, the smiles and soft eyes. She still scolded him and scoffed at his idiotic ideas but she smiled more after and offered to fool-proof his plans. Pope hadn't noticed, seeing as most of his time was spent with Cleo. Whatever Kiara had eaten or drank, it appeared Cleo had too. Cleo was more subtle than Kiara. She remained the same skeptical, headstrong, playful girl they'd met on the boat. But she spent more time with Pope than the rest of them. She smiled more at him, asked him more questions about his interests, and generally kept an eye on him. Even though Pope's attention seemed to always return to Kiara.

As for Sarah and John B... (Y/N) couldn't be sure. The two had appeared to let bygones be bygones but Sarah kept some distance between them, even when they were as close as can be. She never stayed in his arms for too long and they never kissed or held hands while strolling down the beach. The uncertainty on Sarah's face was clear as day and as usual, John B took no notice of it. Even with his tolerance of (Y/N), his eyes always found the former Kook's when Sarah stood by him as if trying to show off the fact he'd gotten the girl in the end. And (Y/N) always found it amusing. Because John B never noticed how keen Sarah was on trying to get back in (Y/N)'s good graces.

The day had started like any other day in Pougelandia. JJ had gone off to teach Kiara how to properly spearfish, Cleo and Pope had taken it upon themselves to forage for food, John B climbed palm trees to get some more coconuts, and (Y/N) and Sarah spent their time making their shelter under a cliff more comfortable.

Taking long strips of fiber from dead trees that Pope had collected, (Y/N) began wrapping them tightly together to create more rope. A tedious and long process but if they wanted a stable shelter, (Y/N) needed to do it. His fingers ached and lightly stung but he'd grown so accustomed to the feeling that he barely noticed. With a chunk of rope done, he stood up and reached upward toward the 'ceiling', wrapping the rope around the ends of two thin logs. He ensured to tie it in a tight knot and carefully shook it. A small smile stretched out on his face when it remained stable. Another problem solved. And just in time for lunch.

"Look what Kie caught!" JJ called as he and Kiara trekked along the beach, fisting a spear in the air with a skate pierced at the end. (Y/N) wiped his hands free of sand and walked over to them, eyeing the skate they'd caught. It looked small but it'd keep their hunger at bay until dinnertime. Or until JJ grew hungry and decided to try his luck in the water again. Sarah crouched down by the bonfire and lit it, licking her lips hungrily as JJ placed the spear over the fire and slowly turned it so it cooked evenly.

"I was just starting to get hungry." Pope's voice rang out behind them and (Y/N) looked over his shoulder at the two. Cleo lifted her pouch in the air, showing off the heaviness of it. "Cleo's a natural. She sniffs those berries out like it's nothing"

"I guess you can say I'm the best forager here." Cleo winked at them playfully, unwrapping the cloth and offering the berries they collected to them. (Y/N) took two and popped them in his mouth, biting down and feeling the berry burst in his mouth, the sweetness of the berry flooding his senses. He hummed at the flavor and took a seat on one of the logs around the fire.

"You know what we should do?" JJ grinned slyly and fetched the 'game hat'. Kiara groaned at the sight of it but plopped down on the sand and eagerly watched. JJ twirled the hat in his hands and surveyed his friends, even stroking his chin and squinting his eyes as he circled them. (Y/N) winced and huffed quietly when the hat was placed on his head. "Truth or dare, my friend."

"Truth. I don't trust you with a dare."

"Smart." JJ snickered and took his seat amongst them, his wicked grin telling (Y/N) he'd chosen well. Nothing good ever came out of being dared by a Maybank. "If you could bring anyone out here, be it a celebrity or someone you know personally, who would it be? Personally, I'd say Gordan Ramsay. I bet he'd figure out how to make a nice juicy steak by now."

Kiara blinked at him. "You need meat for steak, J."

"And what do fish have? Meat!"

"That makes no se-"

"I'd say Liv." (Y/N) piped in before the two could continue. "She'd sometimes fly out to her aunts' place and they'd take her hiking with them during the summer. She hates the great outdoors and has zero survival skills but I'm sure she picked up one or two things." (Y/N) answered with a small smile, gaze slipping down onto the fire and watching it stroke the skate. He missed her. He missed her wild red hair, her coy smirks, the way she could take one look at him and know exactly what was on his mind. She was his best friend, his sister. His heart squeezed and he wondered if she even knew he was gone. Their texts and calls had dwindled with her beginning a new life in college. Maybe she'd already forgotten all about him.

"And, uh, who's Liv?" Cleo inquired curiously.

"My ex."

"You would wanna bring another ex out here, man?" She scoffed and lifted a sandy hand, waving him off and shaking her head. "You're crazy."

"It's different." (Y/N) laughed and Cleo cocked a brow. "We had a good break up. No feelings were hurt when it happened." Unlike with Sarah. He didn't need to say it out loud though, the exchange of looks told him they all knew. Apart from Cleo, again, who looked over everyone's faces. Clearing her throat, she placed her elbows over her crossed legs and propped her head up on her fist.

"What happened? Between ya'll?" Sarah shifted and stared into the fire, her previous giddiness gone and replaced by guilt. John B cleared his throat, wiping his hands on his pants. He leaned forward as if to answer for them, likely about to spout some nonsense about true love that would have (Y/N) and Sarah rolling their eyes at him. (Y/N) beat him to it.

"We broke up and she got together with John B. No hard feelings. Shit happens." Cleo cared for Sarah a great deal, and (Y/N) didn't wish to change her opinion about her. Cleo knew Sarah as the brave and kind girl who'd turned against her greedy family for love. They were friends, maybe even viewed each other as sisters. He had no plans to change their relationship for the worse. To taint the image Cleo had created of her.

"The heart wants what it wants." Sometimes he wished the ocean had swallowed John B whole like it had his father.

"I'm gonna get a drink." (Y/N) rose from his seat and stepped over the log, tossing the hat over to Pope. The game resumed and the silence was swallowed up by chatter and laughter. He approached the pile of coconuts they had and picked one up, shaking it lightly and hearing the water sloshing within. He poked a hole in it, something he found himself doing almost every day, and brought it close to his lips. Tilting his head back, he felt the water flow into his mouth and his throat no longer felt dry. He lingered by the pile, drinking his fill slowly to avoid returning to his place by the fire.

The sky had already begun morphing by then, turning into warmer shades that told them night would soon fall. (Y/N) preferred it. Without the sun's constant glare, the sand cooled and the breezes felt nicer against their skin. The stars shone brighter without the threat of civilization and he often found himself staring up at them instead of sleeping, counting constellations or creating his own. Sleep would eventually seep into him and he'd awake in the late morning along with his friends.

"Here," He licked his lips and turned his head to look at Sarah. She extended her hand toward him, a chunk of cooked meat pinched between her fingers. He took it with a thankful smile and placed it in his mouth, chewing on the all-too-familiar taste. Everything they found and caught they were grateful for, but after a whole month, he wanted something else apart from fish and fruits. He wouldn't mind sinking his teeth into a burger again.

"Thanks." He told her after he swallowed and she nodded, a smile gracing her face.

"And, uhm.." She pointed back toward the group with her thumb. "Sorry about John B. I just want you to know-"

"I take every he says with a grain of salt." (Y/N) dismissed and shrugged his shoulders. Nothing John B ever said had value, he'd come to notice. He only joked, insulted, and challenged. Loud and opinioned with opinions (Y/N) cared little to hear. John B would likely say the same about him. "He's not my friend."

"He could be."

"We don't need to have this conversation again, Sarah. We have mutual friends and sometimes mutual goals. But I don't like him and he doesn't like me. Simple as that." Sarah made a face, lips forming a pout and arms crossing across her chest. Stubborn as always. She opened her mouth to protest, to reason with him but quickly shut it when their friends began whooping. Looking over at the group, (Y/N) noticed a certain blonde missing and his shirt laying casually over a log. Never a good sign. Heading over to them, (Y/N) spotted JJ making the trek up to the highest cliff near their camp which overlooked the waves below. All the shorter, less dangerous cliffs around them had already been used to dive into the water below, it only made sense JJ would be the one to jump off the tallest one.

They crowded near the water and watched him climb to the very peak. He cheered and screamed into the wind around him, letting it caress his body before he backed up and then sprinted forward, diving off the cliff with no hesitation. The group erupted into cheers and whoops as he sunk beneath the waves and then resurfaced. Pope and John B took off toward the water as JJ staggered up onto his feet and threw his hands in the air, a wave nearly knocking him over. The guys threw their arms around him and laughed, excitedly praising him and heading back toward the group. Just another day in Poguelandia.

Night followed quickly and they huddled around the fire, basking in comfortable silence and slowly dozing off. For (Y/N), it felt like he blinked and suddenly it was morning. The sky still had hints of dark blue, telling him it was likely around six or seven in the morning. He yawned and pushed himself up into a sleeping position, tiredly gazing over the others.

Then, he heard it. He almost missed it over the sound of crashing waves and the roaring wind but he heard it. His body tensed and his eyes darted up toward the sky, hands searching the ground around him until he found Pope and shook him awake. He spotted it, dipping through the clouds.

A plane.

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