#common firebug

[jonnysinsectcatalogue]

Firebug (aggregation) - Pyrrhocoris apterus

In previous posts featuring this insect, the aggregations I've found were near the of a tree (and some of the surrounding plants) or nearby in the surrounding grasses. These Red Bugs had gathered to absorb the setting sun's heat and to search for seeds (their primary form of nutrition) and while aggregated they enjoy safety and comfort in numbers. All this is nothing new, but where urban environments and nature come together, the Common Firebug may be found in strange places. In today's post, the aggregations found here were either on or near a wooden utility pole! A while back, I noticed a similar event with a similar looking insect: the Eastern Boxelder Bug. Both insects had mistaken a piece of human construction for a tree. Looking at it from an insect's perspective, a large wooden object may very well be mistaken for tree, especially if it has similar scent cues still attached to it. A utility pole unfortunately cannot be used as a food source, but does have potential to act as a shelter from the elements or a sunning location. For the former use (as can be seen from Pictures 5 and 8), as many individuals as possible can cram into the cracks and hide away, similar to the recesses and holes of trees (similar behavior also occurs when they find their way inside a house).

Firebugs would have to rely on other creatures to expend the crevices in order to fit every Bug in the aggregation, but alas, nature is survival of the fittest. What may benefit the Firebugs more is a eusocial/colony structure whereby the younger nymphs hide away in the woody voids while the adults monitor and search for food. While not eusocial in any way, there are small inklings of such a system in the aggregations. If you look closely, your attention may be drawn more to the spotted, larger and redder adults and not the smaller nymphs that try and hide beneath them. Meanwhile, loose aggregations and single Firebugs scamper about on stone and concrete looking for a source of food and shelter. What can start as one individual in an area can quickly turn into many individuals gathering in an area thanks to potent pheromones. However, different pheromones from this insect can also cause aggregations to separate and scatter. This may be useful as a defense, but likely has more value in use for after mating (for egg dispersal) or if an aggregation grows too large and food sources are in short supply. With reduced wings to prevent flying away (in most cases) personal stuff is all the more important, and it's furthermore great that this specie can run very quickly should an aggregation need to suddenly form or disperse.

Pictures of individuals or loose aggregations were taken on June 16 and August 5, 2022 with a Google Pixel 4. Pictures of the large aggregations were taken on October 1, 2022 with a Google Pixel 4.

[simp999]

Hi! I saw your requests were open and thought I'd pop in to ask How Would The Mercs Reach To Their S/O Picking Up Phrases Or Slang That They Use! Bonus points if S/O also says phrases in the Mercs' native tongue ^^

THIS IS THE STUFF, PEOPLE!!!! I love this prompts so much oh my gosh, thank you so much for requesting!!! I may have gotten a tad carried away with Sniper's part, whoops..

Merc's Reactions to Their S/O Picking up Words/Phrases/Slang That They Use - drabbles

Total wc: 2.4k

Mercs included: All

Masterlist

Scout:

After being around him for such a long time, it’s not too surprising that sometimes you’d accidentally slip into a bostonian accent for some words. But the first time Scout caught you saying one of his lines was in the middle of battle. - Your two classes didn’t really mesh too well, so you wouldn’t be near each thother too often. Which means that he has no idea how long you’ve been doing this for.

You hadn’t noticed Scout run behind you after noticing you turning a corner. You jumped down from the ledge, spotting an opponent right below you. With a big swing of your weapon and a crit hit that landed perfectly on the back of their head, you shouted:

“Hah! Take that, chucklenuts!”

Scout couldn’t help but laugh at that, feeling pride wash through him. That means you think he’s funny! It’s not a direct complement, but it sure feels like it for him. It probably didn’t help that you yelled “BONK!” as your hit landed, too. It didn’t really matter to him if you guys ended up winning that battle or not, because that was a big enough win for him. (Though, you did end up winning with how much quicker he was on his feet.)

It really just made him fall even more in love with you.

Soldier:

Hearing him go on about war and America so often eventually meant you using references some times, or throwing in a few words relating to those things at times. It’s happened before where your team was right close to losing, so the opposing team felt more lax and confident. You were the start of the comeback, killing their Medic, and shouting:

“It ain’t over 'till it’s over, Maggot!”

Soldier didn’t even catch the fact that you used one of his most common nicknames. It just kinda flew over his head.

Of course, it wasn’t just words and phrases that you’d stolen from him - It’d be wrong to say that you didn’t get a bit more chaotic, too.

The one that struck him right in the face, though, was when you sacrificed yourself for him, while killing multiple enemies. You had shouted “Death before dishonor!” as you did. 

It had landed you the victory.

After the battle, he had quickly picked you up and threw you on his shoulders, holding your legs in place as he marched on. He gave you a whole speech about how “YOU DESERVE A MEDAL OF HONOR, CUPCAKE!!”

Pyro:

-Uhhhh

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-jk, as if I’d leave my favorite firebug out ;)

Obviously, mimicking any common phrases of theirs wasn’t really possible…but! I can promise you that they only fell harder for you when you started adapting their little tweaks to sign language that they tended to use. One thing that was very common of Pyro to do was to use the short form of “I love you”. They loved the fact that it was so much quicker to do, and easy, and it’s so simple!

There’s a good chance that you weren’t completely fluent in sign language when you first showed up as a merc, so you had Engineer and Pyro gladly help you. So, that’s what made them even more excited to see you pick up on their mannerisms.

Because you knew the right way to do it. Pyro knows this, because they’ve seen you either learn it with Engie, or do it before.

Their favorite thing was seeing how you got more comfortable with sign language with time. Your movements are so much less stiff, and much quicker. It’s almost second nature to you now, and they can’t express how happy it makes them!

Though, lots of cuddles and gasmask kisses seems to do the trick.

Heavy:

Heavy caught you the first time you said it. His favorite step in your relationship was the night he decided to call you милая (milaya). You two were snuggled up next to eachother after a long day of battles, enjoying eachother’s warmth. (He’s a human heater, so this happens pretty often.) He wasn’t really expecting you to catch it, throwing it in the middle of his sentence to try to hide it. - He’s still a bit nervous about trying new things, you know! - But, you had indeed questioned him on what it meant. He merely explained that it was a term of endearment, and he struggled to find similar english words and ended up fumbling with Honey, Darling and Sweetie. Your face had gotten a little warmer at that, but you had expressed how much you liked the name and he had began to use it since. Now, it simply rolled off his tongue with ease when talking or calling out to you.

Ironically, it was nearly the same situation, only months later. You two were once again cuddling after a long day, though much more tired. This time, you two were laying down on Heavy’s giant bed with him on his back and you on your front right on top of him. You were almost out like a light, but you had noticed that your throat was dry. A glass of water was within Heavy’s reach, so you had mumbled in a groggy voice:

“Mind passing me that glass of water, милая(Milaya)?”

The way you said it without the russian accent almost tripped him up, but he froze right before picking up the glass for you. He figured you must have meant to use his nickname, Misha, or even his actual name, Mikail. He didn’t ask you about it, as you were asleep before he could form the right sentence. 

It had plagued his mind for a while though, and may have made his face go pink a few times during battle. 

Engineer:

Do you guys have any idea how wild some southern phrases can be?? Imagine picking up on that! But I won’t go into that, instead, imagine adapting his southern conjunctions. Ya’ll, ain’t, Y'all'd've. .. okay maybe not that last one, but still.

Something more common that you most likely picked up on was sometimes no longer pronouncing the G at the end of words. Fixin’, attackin’, goin’, etc. Just like Scout, you probably also had a few words that slipped into that southern accent.

But by far, the most common thing you did was drop the G and use ‘y’all’. Dell definitely noticed, and probably poked fun at you at times.

“Ya’ll wanna play darts or somethin’ later?” You head poked into the common room, where most of the usual mercs were hanging out, already drinking beer and chatting away. He’d let out a snicker, then follow it up with something along the lines of:

“Yer startin’ ‘ta sound a lil’ too much like me, Honeybee.”

He definitely gently teases you about it, “correcting” you if you “forget” to use the southern version of whatever you said.

“Don’tchya mean ‘ya’ll’?”

Demoman: (small gore mention)

Man, don’t get me started with all the weird stuff he says. The thing is, he doesn’t often use the same insults, so you don’t end up picking up on the more obscure ones. You might slip and say “ya” instead of “you”, and you might pick up on using “bloody” to accentuate what you’re trying to say. You might also pick up saying “aye” to get people’s attention. 

He thought it was absolutely adorable, and would often follow through with whatever you said with something of his own. 

You really wanted to use your favorite line of his on the battlefield one day, but he just so happened to be with you when you got a sweet domination, taking an opponent’s head clean off. You kinda forgot that he was with you, as he was focused on another opponent, so you let the line slip:

“Hah! They’re going to have to glue you back together… IN HELL!”

You weren’t expecting him to notice, or at least make it obvious that he did, but he immediately called out after you:

“AYE, THAT’S RIGHT YE BLOODY BADASS! THA’S HOW IT’S DONE!!” 

Medic: (Gore mention)

It’s common for Medic to use filler words such as "eh, ah, um, er, eheh, aha, ja", and you’ve adopted that little habit. He finds it adorable that you started copying him!

Though, he definitely treats it as an experiment, as he does with most things. He also probably tallies it up. Like, he’ll just be having a conversation with you and have his notepad handy, and he only stops tallying when it seems like you might be catching on.

He’ll purposely use one of the filler words more often than others to see if you’ll do the same. It works! For some you begin to use them right away, others may take a while of exposure for you to start absentmindedly saying them. 

The first time you used a german, non-filler word was in a fit of panic.

You had been practising some stuff on some subjects that Medic had allowed you to borrow. Of course you were interested in experimenting with bodies and animals, even people, sometimes! -You got with Medic, this is to be expected. - He knows he’s taught you enough for you to be safe to do this type of stuff on your own, and he allows you to use the medbay whenever. 

He had walked in to tell you to come take a break to have something to eat, when you accidentally cut your hand with a scalpel. Without a second thought, you quickly let out a hushed “Scheiße!” before turning around to take care of the wound, spotting Medic. He didn’t have time to question you about it, since taking care of you was the only thing on this mind at the time.

Sniper:

The first time it happened was when Scout had asked you to hang out. He apparently wanted to show you something cool, but you were busy making yourself a snack. Mundy had just walked into the kitchen when he heard your reply; 

“Cheers! I’ll be free in a bit!” 

Scout didn’t seem to notice anything. Or if he did, he didn’t mention it. He just started rambling on about whatever cool thing he was about to show you. Sniper didn’t want to bother you when you seemed genuinely interested in Scout’s mostly one-sided conversation, but if you had looked over at him, you would have been able to spot a slight raise of his brow and the tiniest hint of a smirk.

The second time was when Demo had accidentally spilled some of his scrumpy on you. He was extremely apologetic, but you kept reassuring him that it was alright.

“No wuckas, Demo! I’ll just go change real quick.”

Yet again, you walked off before he could question you.

The third time got him backstabbed. 

Though he’d never admit it, he often sometimes watched you through his scope, wanting to keep his S/O safe. This time, you just so happened to be semi-facing him, when you ran into a sticky bomb. You had noticed it a moment too late, so you weren’t able to dodge it. You only had enough time to mutter a quick “...Piss.” before being sent to respawn. Sniper was able to read your lips, and he couldn’t help but snort and let out a chuckle, not allowing himself to listen to his surroundings.

Finally, you did it when it was just you and him in his camper van. The two of you were bored and looking for something to do, when you had spotted something behind Mundy. You gestured towards it;

“Hey, wanna pass the deck of cards, mate?”

He froze for a moment, then he allowed his smirk to grow. You sat in silence, wondering what was so funny. He noticed the look of confusion on your face.

“Mate… really? You’re not doin’ that t’make fun of me, are ya?”

Your brows only furrowed further together, “What, what’d I do?” 

He never called you ‘mate’ anymore, not after the two of you got together. Usually, he called you ‘Roo’ or ‘Love’.

“You called me ‘Mate.’”

“I-” You look at him in disbelief, finally making proper sense of his previous sentence. Then a smile began to slowly grow across your face, “no.. did I really?”

“Yeah, you’ve been playin’ parrot for a while, now,”

You shake your head and cover your face in embarrassment as you lean into his side. You hadn’t even noticed!

“S’alright, Roo. ’S pretty funny,” he snuggled a little closer, only to give you a small peck on the temple, “n’ cute, too.”

Spy:

One thing for certain was that he very rarely used your actual name. It was always pet names and names of endearment- always french ones. 

‘Mon amour, mon coeur, ma/mon chèr(e)’, etc. And since you hung around him so much, it wasn’t rare to hear him use french swears and insults dropped in conversation every so often when talking about past battles and such. Once, he had accidentally spilled his glass of wine, and he uttered “Merde..” under his breath. The same thing happened when a burnt piece of his cigarette had fallen onto his suit, though this time he had said it a bit louder. He’d called people ‘con’ or ‘connard’, ‘crétain, putain,’ and many more. One that was a little more common around the others was ‘ta geule’, or ‘ferme ta geule.’ You eventually learnt that it meant something along the lines of “Shut up”. 

One day, when you were extremely frustrated with an overly obnoxious opponent who really enjoyed taunting you, you muttered:

“Ferme ta geule, connard!”

As the opponent fully came to face you, trying to make sense of the words you had let out, they got backstabbed. 

You were simply a distraction. 

Though, that didn’t stop the way Spy’s cigarette fell from his lips as he finally thought twice about what you had said moments prior.

“Mon amour, it’s best you don’t start using those words too often.”

July.27.23

[uwuowotf2waslife]

Inflict your misery on your blorbos! The mercs having to go to the dentist?

Based

Scout: that guy who swears he aint afraid , up and down hell preach he has never once cried at the dentist. But also the guy who once the appointment is over he is outta there faster than light.

Soldier: not really afraid, just hates how close the dentist is to his face. ( i can tolerate many things, but seeing each individual pore in someone face who is using a medieval torture device (lil scoop mirror) its something i cant).

Pyro: do they even have teeth?? Sorry lil firebug, but oh well, ya know sweets and pop tarts aint best food for your enamel ( basically a Spy but they needed to have crowns)

Demo: unironically most carefull person with his teeth. I mean yeah, life is tough when you are a one eyed black scotsman with a police record roughly the length of the entire city of Glasgow, you gotta have at least something gucci about your face. Homeboy has never had a single cavity.

Heavy: he isnt afraid per say, but gulag life never had dental care in the healthcare provider section. His idea of a dentist is using pliers on a tooth , so id argue based. Mouthwash guy who doesnt rinse because , he wants his breath extra fresh

Engie: sanest man in the whole group (not) but was forced to have the ugliest braces known to man so each time he prays he doesnt get flashbacks

Medic: he may have done some oral/dental healthcare (with or without patient consent) but he knows the basics of dentistry. Also forced to wear hideous braces becauSE hE iS. A nErD geT iT ??? ( nah homeboy just succed on em pacyfiers so hard his teeth were like a crater)

Sniper: crooked tooth police BUT he is amazing at dental healthcare. A dentists best patient. HE ACTUALLY FLOSSES DAILY, he isnt that unhappy about his teeth but he has a few of them chipped and in his opinion he makes him feel goofy

Spy: will use all torture training techniques in the dentist. Never flosses, never brushes but uses an obsene amount of mouth wash. Has semi trauma (his fake teeth were a necessity cuz imo prolly got them all taken out without consent -he is a spy; pulling teeth was a very common form of torture-) so yea he hates anything sharp/pointy/metallic touching his teefs.

[lifeofkaze]

Scattered Stars

Saturday morning began early for Lizzie. 

The sun had just begun to show its face on the horizon, its first tentative rays filtering into the dormitory, when she gently pushed her cat off her, quietly got dressed and slid from the room with her peacefully sleeping friends. 

The Hufflepuff dormitory was close to abandoned, with only a handful of house elves wandering about cleaning out the fireplaces. Lizzie smiled as she passed them, even more so as her eyes fell on the other person who had just stepped into the common room.

“You’re up early, Captain,” she greeted Orion with a quick kiss on the cheek. “It’s barely even light outside.”

“What’s early for one is late for the other.” Orion inclined his head. “Care to join me to greet the rising sun?”

“If only I could,” Lizzie sighed, only partly as a joke. “I’ve got a full day ahead of me. There’s loads to prepare.”

“An evening of peace tastes much sweeter after a day’s worth of work.” When Lizzie didn’t reply, he tilted his head. “You haven’t forgotten about tonight, have you?”

A smile spread on Lizzie’s face. “How could I?” 

Having given her a short but sweet kiss goodbye, Lizzie pulled herself together and fetched some parchment from one of the study nooks. For now, she would have to put the thought of her date with Orion aside; she had other things to take care of first.

Almost an hour later, Lizzie wearily put down her quill. Preparing the study material for her tutoring lessons had taken longer than anticipated, and the common room had begun filling with students in different states of sleepiness. Her stomach rumbling noisily, she stuffed her notes into her bag and joined the stream of Hufflepuffs headed for the Great Hall, her mind already on the next task on her list. 

After a quickly gulped-down breakfast, Lizzie made her way to the Transfiguration classroom, where a flustered-looking Andre Egwu was already awaiting her.

“Where were you?” he called out as soon as Lizzie had closed the door behind her. “I’ve been waiting for you forever.”

“I’m only five minutes late, at most.”

“Five minutes we could have spent working,” Andre tutted. “No time for squabbling now, darling. The Spring Ball is in two weeks, and I have so many outfits to finish. I’ll be forever grateful you’re helping out with modelling but I do need to ask you to get undressed now. And stop laughing,” he added when Lizzie started giggling, “this is fashion, not fun.”

Over an hour Andre directed Lizzie to try on dress after dress, turning this way and that. They were still far from done, and way behind the schedule Lizzie had worked out for the day. When Andre was finally satisfied, both their patience had worn thin, as had Lizzie’s cushion of extra time. She hurried on to the empty Charms classroom, in front of which Penny was pacing back and forth.

“The meeting of the ball committee is about to start,” she called out as soon as Lizzie was within earshot. Hectic red spots were dotting her cheeks. “What took you so long?”

“I got held up.”

“By what?” 

“Doesn’t matter. Come on, let’s get inside.”

The meeting turned out to be more of a chore than Lizzie had expected. The discussion turned from matters of drinks and snacks to whether Firebugs were a suitable means of providing ambience light. Lizzie grew increasingly frustrated with her peers’ unwillingness to reach any sort of conclusion and earned herself more than one irritated glance from Penny. 

As soon as they were done, she shot out of her seat and from the room. When she arrived at the library slightly out of breath, Rowan had already piled up Arithmancy books and writing utensils all around her. She looked up with a frown as Lizzie slumped into the chair next to her.

“Where -”

“Yes, yes, where have I been, I know. Late, sorry.”

Rowan pushed her silvery glasses up her nose. “No, I meant, where is your bag?”

Lizzie looked down at the feet of her chair in astonishment, half-expecting to see her bag with her notes and parchment standing there. Realising she must have forgotten it either at Andre’s or Penny’s she cursed, which earned herself an indignant look from Madam Pince, and hurried to retrieve her things.

Studying usually came easy to her, but today, Lizzie had trouble concentrating. She was hungry and tired, and the topic Professor Vector had them cover rather complicated. When she was nearly done with her assignment, Rowan glanced at her parchment with a frown.

“Are you sure about this?” she asked, pulling Lizzie’s parchment toward her. “That’s different from what I have.”

“Of course I am,” Lizzie said, sounding more irritated than she had meant to. Rowan had broken her from her thoughts about her upcoming tutoring session. “I did it exactly according to the book.”

“The new part, yes,” Rowan said, shaking her head, “but the base calculations are all messed up.”

Lizzie snatched her parchment back, groaning when she realised that Rowan was right. 

“I’ll change it tomorrow,” Lizzie sighed, rolling up her parchment and cursing quietly when she realised the ink hadn’t fully dried yet. “Looks like I need to rewrite it anyway.”

“We can revise it together if you like.”

“I know what I’m doing, alright?” Lizzie snapped. “It was just an oversight. And I don’t have time anyway, I have some tutoring to do.”

A couple of minutes later, Lizzie arrived at the Transfiguration classroom, once again late. The parts she had prepared in the mornings went well, but when it was time to improvise what she hadn’t been able to complete beforehand, Lizzie found herself becoming increasingly snappy with the hapless students trying to turn their mice into snuff boxes. 

Everyone was glad when the lesson was over. On Lizzie’s part, the sentiment faded when overheard their students whispering among each other as they left the classroom.

“What was up with her today?”

“Snapping at Maddie like that for making a small mistake.”

“Have you seen her snuff box? I swear it still had whiskers.”

Feeling the strange urge to accelerate her steps and bump into the gossiping students from behind, Lizzie let herself fall back. When they were out of earshot, she slumped into one of the cloisters, fighting the tears welling up in her eyes. 

They were right. Her Transfiguration had been awful, but she had still been thinking about what Rowan had said about her assignment, and Penny’s strong case for roses in favour of peonies, and all the gossip Andre had told her without asking and her head was so full that it felt close to bursting. 

The rest of her day carried on much in the same fashion. Somehow, Lizzie was always late, always distracted, and wherever she went, her annoyance grew. Hungry, tired, and thoroughly fed up, she made straight for her dormitory once she was done and curled up beneath the covers to instantly fall asleep.

She woke hours later when the door creaked and light spilt onto her face.

“Oh,” Penny’s voice gasped, “I’m so sorry! I didn’t know you were in here.”

“Where else would I be?” Lizzie grumbled, turning from the light and pressing her face back into the pillow.

“Don’t you have a date tonight?” 

At that, Lizzie immediately sat up straight, almost falling over herself in her hurry to get changed. Hastily pulling fresh clothes from her dresser, she risked a look at the alarm on Rowan’s nightstand, cursing when she realised the time. Not bothering to give Penny a goodbye, she rushed from the dormitory and out of the common room.

By the time she reached the foot of the Astronomy Tower, she was breathing heavily. Heart still thumping in her ears, she tilted her head back to where the metal staircase in front of her spiralled upwards into darkness. Contrary to when she had first gone up there with Orion exactly one year ago, there was no moonglow lighting the way up but even from down here she could see the stars glittering through the openings in the walls. 

Taking another deep breath, Lizzie began to climb. She had almost reached the top when footsteps sounded on the metal above her, prompting her to stop. A moment later, Orion came into view on his way down. A look of surprise crossed his face.

“Thank Godric you’re still here,” Lizzie blurted out before he had a chance to say anything. “I’m so so sorry for standing you up. So sorry. I just wanted to quickly lie down for a second because the day was so horrid and I must’ve fallen asleep and I… I…”

Before she could say anything more, the tears she had pushed away for the better part of the day finally spilt over. The end of her sentence got drowned in a sob, and Lizzie had never been more glad than when Orion took the last few steps separating them and closed his arms around her.

“I didn’t get to see you the whole day,” he murmured, running his hand up and down her spine in a soothing manner. “As fleeting as a gust of wind.”

“I didn’t mean to,” Lizzie sniffed. “You know I didn’t. I hope you know I didn’t because I honestly didn’t.”

“Do you want to tell me what happened?”

“Nothing. Everything,” Lizzie said. She wiped at her eyes, furiously so when her tears wouldn’t stop coming. “Everything I touched today went wrong, and everybody is angry with me, and the only thing I was looking forward to was stargazing with you and now I’ve even missed that.”

“The stars will be here for a little longer, but when your mind is scattered like a pile of leaves you won’t have the mindset it takes to enjoy them,” Orion said gently. “I need you to pull your thoughts together, Chaser. I need you to be here with me.”

“What do you mean?”

“What I said. Come on.” 

He took her by the hand and led her up the stairs until they stood on the platform of the Astronomy Tower beneath the starry sky. 

“Look up,” he told her, doing so himself. “How far away they are. And yet, don’t they look so close?” 

Lizzie dipped her head back, breathing in the cool night air. “As if you could touch them.” 

“As if they’ve come to tell us something.”

“And what would that be?”

“Listen.”

Sceptically, Lizzie turned her face skywards again and became still. Having listened intently for several moments, she glanced at Orion from the corner of her eye. 

“I don’t hear anything.”

“Don’t you?”

“Not really.”

“Because I do. I hear the rush of the trees below. I hear the wind falling from the sky, blowing around the castle. I hear the beat of my own heart. Don’t you hear these things, too?”

“Sure, but…”

“That means you have arrived,” Orion said and pulled her into his arms, “right here, in this very moment.”

“Haven’t I been here before?”

“Do you think you have?” When Lizzie didn’t reply, he continued, “The whole day, your mind was torn apart, dwelling on things that lay behind you and in the future alike. Splitting yourself up like this, you won’t ever be able to live in the moment at hand, finding balance in all the small wonders surrounding us.” 

“I just wanted to help my friends.”

“Have you, though?”

Lizzie hung her head. “I promised them. I can’t just go back on my responsibilities because I don’t feel like I can ‘appreciate the moment’.” 

“I never said you should. A gust of wind can scatter leaves, or it can blow away the dust and leave behind nothing but clarity. It’s a matter of perspective.” 

“I don’t know about this, Orion,” Lizzie sighed, resting her head against his chest. “I messed up, there’s no talking around it. We all have bad days. It is what it is.”

“One bad day shouldn’t spoil a beautiful night.”

“I’m trying, okay? It’s just not that easy to let go.”

“Then I know exactly what you need.”

He leaned in and kissed her, long and lingeringly. When he pulled away, Lizzie took an inadvertent step after him.

“I might need more of that.” 

Orion laughed and turned from her, and it was only now that Lizzie saw that he was holding his wand behind his back. Before she could ask the reason, he’d already stepped towards the platform’s railing, where two slender shadows had appeared, hovering at knee level.

“You’ve summoned our broomsticks?”

“It appears to be so.”

“Why?”

Orion mounted his broom, pushing Lizzie’s towards her with his foot. “You’ll find out in a minute.”

Her curiosity sparked, Lizzie climbed onto her Silverswift and followed Orion as he steered his broomstick away from the castle. They flew down and away from the lights twinkling in the old windows, staying well out of sight, until they reached the shore of the Black Lake. 

Much to Lizzie’s surprise, Orion didn’t land. He accelerated instead, going so low over the water that his feet would have gone beneath the surface had he stretched them. Confused, Lizzie did likewise. Wind whipping through her hair, she lay flat on her broomstick to become even faster, flitting over the surface of the lake until everything around her was reduced to a blur. 

When they reached the middle of the lake, Orion stopped.

“Look around, Chaser,” he said, taking his hands off his broomstick and crossing them behind his head as he turned his face skyward. “Up is down. Down is up. Earth and sky, both the same.”

Still somewhat sceptical, Lizzie did as he had bade her, and the sarcastic remark on the tip of her tongue faded. 

The wind that had blown around the top of the Astronomy Tower had ceased. The water beneath her feet was smooth and still, a perfect layer of black ink in which the myriad of stars in the firmament above were mirrored. The sight stretched as far as the eye could see, and as Lizzie raised her eyes, the sea of stars continued there, scattered everywhere around her, above her, below her, as if she were floating in the endless vastness of the universe.

“Up is down,” she whispered.

“The world is full of wonders, full of beauty and inspiration,” Orion said softly. “We only need to be present enough to see it.” 

Lizzie pried her eyes away from the glittering star-sea, resting them on Orion and his patient, loving smile. Suddenly, her throat became constricted and she could feel the tears rise in her chest but this time for entirely different reasons. She flew closer to him, so close that she could lay her hand against his cheek. 

“Thank you,” she whispered, “for everything. I didn’t know how much I needed this.” 

“I wanted to show you this for a long time.”

Lizzie’s eyes went soft. “I love you, you know.” 

If Orion was surprised at her admittance, he didn’t let it show. “I love you, too.” 

Butterflies swarming in her stomach, Lizzie leaned in to kiss him but before their lips could touch, a sudden gust of cold water had them break apart. Too stunned to even squeal, Lizzie had just enough time to see the end of a giant tentacle vanish in a big ripple on the otherwise smooth surface. 

Shaking his wet hair from his face, Orion burst out laughing. 

“Something tells me the Giant Squid isn’t a fan of romance.” He chuckled at Lizzie’s dark look. “Let’s go back. This little universe around us may be beautiful, but it sure is also pretty cold.” 

When they had reached the Quidditch pitch and changed into the training gear they had found in the changing rooms, Orion took Lizzie’s hand, intertwining their fingers as they made their way back to the castle. 

“How do you feel now?” 

Lizzie grunted. “Cold and wet.”

“And besides?” 

Lizzie paused and turned her head so that she could see the surface of the Black Lake in the distance. The wind had picked up again, and it was bitingly cold and made her shudder, but it also made her feel the warmth of her cheeks, and Orion’s hand in hers, and how her body was thrumming with the heat of her blood as if there was fire coursing through her veins.

“Lizzie?” she heard Orion ask. “Are you still with me?”

“Yes,” Lizzie smiled, turning her back on the lake and its beautiful darkness and toward Orion and the light of the castle. “I’m here. Right here.” 

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scout x. i cant say it. scout x pyro

since this was sent both after my “send me ships for me to give you my takes on” post and my “send me ships for me to draw” post i will simply assume you were talking about wanting my takes and link you to my flash fire doodles here <3

i have limited takes and i welcome yall to tell me any and all of yours BUT I KNOW FOR A FACT:

“me and the bad bitch i pulled by being autistic” but it’s BOTH OF THEM

lots of people tend to babify both of them and though i will not deny that they have a childlike wonder to both of them and i LOVE treating scout like a 12 year old—i also think they bond initially over not having their opinions heard and taken seriously by the rest of the team

then it’s like omg we have so much in common!

i think they’re both artists bc i love the artist scout headcanon. but i think pyro more so than scout. i think they like to give scout big, sprawling temporary tattoos in lots of colors of markers and paint

scout loves it because it’s quite peaceful and intimate. he usually has a hard time staying still but he can let pyro draw on his arms and his back for HOURS. it’s just soothing and pyro always hums some little nonsensical tune and he can just focus on the slightly wet but not unpleasant feeling of ink on his skin

and pyro likes to connect his freckles into constellations (i am a scout freckle truther)

they are also the MOST BALLER OFFENSIVE TAG-TEAM in battle. those bitches MESH. nonverbal communication MASTERS

similar to the engiepyro “firebug” truthers i am a scoutpyro “hot stuff” truther

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Reflections - Chapter 8: Locks and White Walls

Bucky Barnes v fem!Reader

WC: 7.5k

Chapter Summary: Sam and Bucky have a conversation. Firebug settles in.

Content Warnings: PTSD, flashbacks, allusions to torture.

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***

It’s been a long time since Bucky had forced himself to remain this still and quiet.

Yes, that even counts the few Avengers missions he’d taken part in.

The quinjet is a smooth flight no matter what. Turbulence, storms, even during battle, it kept pretty steady for the most part. Any sort of movement feels like gliding. It’s consistent that way.

Usually, smoothness is something Bucky and the jet have in common. Even before…all of that…he’d been nothing but smooth. Suave, even. Even when his brain was at war with itself, his body maintained surety and control.

The only difference now is her.

She’d fallen asleep seconds after Banner gave her the injection. Bucky had seen her body tense, even more than it already was, when she saw the needle. His own muscles mimicked hers, unable to keep his visceral reaction to drugs and needles at bay.

Even still, that smoothness managed to stay in the pilot’s seat. He let his instincts take control, murmuring soft assurances to her as she let Banner stick her with a needle. Maybe he should’ve given her some space, but after those first few words seemed to calm her, he couldn’t stop.

Firebug had been fast asleep now for about an hour and a half. The quinjet cuts down flight time, so even with the long distance between New York and Colorado, they would be there in the next hour or two. Her head tilts toward him, his heightened senses hearing the soft snuffling noises she makes as she sleeps.

The circles under her eyes, the way her body droops when she’s standing…Bucky knows lack of sleep. He knows trauma. It’s why he won’t let himself move now, terrified he’ll disturb what’s probably the first good sleep she’s had in a minute.

The only movement he allows himself is slightly moving his head so he can look down at her. He checks her breathing, slightly nervous about her reaction to the drug, but mostly he’s drawn to her face.

She looks younger this way. Her features get softer in sleep, as opposed to the hard lines he’s only ever seen in the day he’s known her. With a pang, he realizes this might’ve been how she’d look all the time if she’d never met Hydra. If she’d had a chance at a normal life.

As his eyes trace her face, his body finally relaxes into the seat. Bucky might be smooth in a lot of ways, but he’s made up of sharp edges. Rigid to a fault. He’s still not sure how she does this to him, but after years of feeling unable to relax, he wants more. Needs more.

Bucky’s limbs tense right up again as he glances up and sees Steve in the cockpit. Natasha is the one actually piloting, but Steve hovers behind her like a sentinel. He’s got his arms crossed tightly over his chest as he stares out the window.

His best friend hasn’t relaxed since they began this mission, and Bucky has the unwelcome urge to put himself between him and the slumbering girl next to him.

“Ignore him,” a deep voice mutters next to him.

Bucky jumps as he turns to see Sam had silently taken the seat next to him on his other side, pulling a laugh from the man.

“I’ve never been able to sneak up on you, not once,” he wheezes quietly, “and all I needed was some poor traumatized girl from the mountains?”

He settles for rolling his eyes, making sure Sam sees it. If it weren’t for Firebug, he’d be giving his friend a sharp dig to the gut with his elbow. The metal one.

“Shut up, she’s sleeping,” Bucky mutters darkly, eyes glancing down to make sure of it. Even with Sam’s chuckling laugh, her eyes stay closed.

“Please, she’s not waking up until we get there. You know how good Banner’s drugs are.”

“Still, don’t be such an ass.”

Sam laughs again in that stupid, knowing way of his.

“You just don’t like that I pulled one over on you--”

“No you did not,” he interjects, “you’re just taking advantage—”

“Of course I’m taking advantage. It’s called working smarter not harder—”

They’re interrupted by a little sound from Bucky’s other side. A soft rustle of fabric. They both look over to her quickly, falling completely silent.

They both let out an exhale of relief when they realize she’s just slumped farther over in her seat. Her eyes are still glued shut.

They settle in silence, the bickering forgotten as a sort of comfort stretching over the two friends as the jet flies on. Bucky lets Sam go on believing he’s won this round, and fuck, maybe he has. He’ll get him when he’s least expecting it.

“I’m happy the sedative worked,” Sam murmurs, breaking the silence.

Bucky turns slightly to face him, and sees him training his warm smile on her sleeping figure.

“Me too,” he responds, “I wasn’t sure if it would or not. Too many uncertainties.”

Sam hums in agreement, and the quiet settles in again. Bucky leans back in his seat again, trying to ignore the prickling feeling he gets whenever Steve’s eyes dart in their direction. He can feel Sam looking at him too every now and again, something clearly on his mind.

So, Bucky decides to confront the one friend he feels comfortable confronting at the moment.

“Out with it.”

“Huh?”

“I know you’re trying to think of how to say whatever it is you’re thinking about, so just say it.”

Sam sighs, knowing he’s been caught. He takes another minute before he speaks, but Bucky knows he’s not avoiding him. He’s not like that.

“Did you know her? From…from before?”

Bucky’s brow furrows in confusion.

“What?”

“Hey, I think it’s a fair question.”

It is. It absolutely is a fair question. Bucky felt the tug of familiarity himself when he looked into her eyes for the first time. But there’s no way. He was alone during his entire time as the Winter Soldier. Hydra saw to that.

“No, I didn’t know her. Today was my first time meeting her.”

“Hm,” Sam hums to himself.

“What’s the sound for?”

“What sound?”

“The ‘hm’.”

“What ‘hm’?”

“You made a ‘hm’.”

“I did not.”

“Yes you did.”

“I don’t ‘hm’ I have never made that sound in my life.”

“Oh for fuck’s sake—”

Their quiet argument is halted again. Only this time, Bucky falls silent in the middle of his frustrated outburst. He’s never one to give up on bickering, so Sam follows suit soon after.

It wasn’t a sound that interrupted them this time. It’s because a soft, warm weight had settled against Bucky’s shoulder.

He looks down slowly, full of shock and awe and he sees Firebug sleeping peacefully against his shoulder. Her body had finally slumped over to the point where it caved in on itself in his direction, leaning until she rested her weight against him. Bucky’s breath catches in his throat.

He’s touching her. She’s touching him.

He can’t breathe.

“This is why I asked if you knew her,” Sam whispers.

Bucky turns to look at him, trying to keep as still as possible for her, and finds his friend wearing the slightly sad version of a shit easting grin. He didn’t even know that was possible until now.

“What the fuck does that even mean? Being cryptic looks weird on you.”

“C’mon, don’t act like you don’t understand what I’m saying,” Sam huffs, shaking his head. That only served to frustrate Bucky even more.

“I don’t get it, and you’re really starting to piss me off,” Bucky growls. The only reason he hasn’t smacked Sam upside the head yet is because of his sheer luck in having Firebug sleep on his shoulder.

Sam must’ve heard the edge in his voice, because he looks at him and says, “I’ve never seen you like this before. Not over anything, or anyone.”

The confused wrinkle between Bucky’s eyes only gets deeper.

But Sam just keeps looking at him, full of calm insightfulness that makes Bucky want to toss him out the window. Let the bastard hitchhike his way back to the Compound.

“Sam, I have no clue—”

“Look man, I don’t really know how to explain it either,” Sam acquiesces, raising both of his hands, “but she brings out a side of you I’ve never seen. She’s clearly important to you.”

Bucky’s taken aback, mostly because Sam’s right. She is important to him. He knew that from the moment Steve and the others told them her story yesterday. That feeling became more pronounced when he saw her face in person for the first time, fire wreathing her trembling hands.

He wishes he could explain it away by saying it’s because of how similar their stories are, and hell, maybe that’s really all there is to it.

But as Bucky looks down at her again, her warmth seeping into his bones, he knows it’s more complicated than that. He just doesn’t know why, or even how to start finding out.

“It’s not a bad thing, you know.”

“I’m not sure Steve would agree with you,” Bucky murmurs in response, glancing up at the stiff figure of his friend up front.

“Leave him to me,” Sam whispers, “he just might need some time and a little extra help to get his head out of his ass.”

“Oh yeah? You specialize in that sort of thing?”

“Absolutely. Rectum surgery is my passion.”

Bucky can’t maintain his composure, letting out a sound somewhere between a honk and a snort. Still very aware of the soft, warm weight resting against him, he uses every ounce of self-control he has to clamp down on his laughter. Sam’s utter inability to chill the fuck out leaves his friend letting out tea kettle wheezes, which of course breaks down Bucky’s composure until he’s cackling as quietly and stilly as humanly possible.

It's a testament to the power of Banner’s sedative that she doesn’t even stir.

***

“Shouldn’t she be awake by now?”

“Give her a minute. We got to New York earlier than expected – the sedative is only just now wearing off.”

Clawing your way back to consciousness is a fight. The drug and it’s aftereffects add weight to your limbs. It would be easier to just surrender and let yourself fall back to sleep.

The urge vanishes just as quickly as it appears. You’ve become aware of the muffled sound of voices muttering around you. The slight chill from the air nips your exposed left arm, but the right one feels weirdly…warm?

You’re taken aback by the observation. Why on fucking earth would one side of your body be cold and one warm? Then you realize that your face is warm too – along with being slightly smushed. You try to peel open your eyelids, get an idea of what the situation is, but they still felt beyond heavy.

The feeling of helplessness is suffocating. You feel like you’re underwater, fighting to register every sound of muttered conversation happening right beside you.

Where even are you? How did you get here?

With your rising anxiety, the chill in the air lessens. Your skin heats up as you try to make yourself move. Speak. Blink. Anything.

“Well we can’t carry in an unconscious girl, there’s no telling who’s hanging out with a camera.”

“Stark, we can’t be worried about your reputation right now.”

“Actually I’m worried about all of our reputations you insufferable kale smoothie—”

“Guys, I think we need to get her—”

Your body suddenly starts responding to the shouting in your brain and you surge upward. Your eyes shoot open as you go, breath coming in great heaves and heart hammering as you take in the scene around you.

The small group standing watch around you had moved when you did, taking two big steps back and taking up defensive positions.

Unable to stand up due to the extreme shakiness in your legs, all you can do is look around you and try to get yourself oriented. Your eyes land on the one and only Tony Stark, and it all comes flooding back.

Hydra.

Debbie.

Your mountains.

The Avengers.

There’s more of them here now besides just Tony. Bruce Banner hovers near the back of the group, fingers twitching as he watches you apprehensively. Sam Wilson and Natasha Romanoff are a little closer. They both still look nervous but they’re at least trying to maintain some semblance of calm.

Then you remember the warmth to your right. The steady heat seeping into your body. You quickly look over to find the source, only to find Bucky. He’s the only one completely relaxed. Nonchalant, even, as he looks down at you with sweet concern in his eyes.

You get a little lost in them. Kind of hard not to. That shade of blue should frankly be illegal.

…then you smell the burning.

You look down at your lap only to realize that you’ve started singing little patches into your jeans where your hands have been resting.

“Shit,” you mutter, picking up your hands and curling them into fists immediately. Luckily, being more aware of your surroundings helps you to douse that fire pretty quickly. You can’t fix your pants with the same speed however, which sucks tremendously considering you don’t have that many options to begin with.

You must’ve made a face, because Stark chimes in with, “Don’t worry about it kid, I hear distressed is more of a trend than a mindset these days.”

Despite his lightheartedness, you still feel a little disoriented and uncomfortable. You aren’t used to sleeping that deeply. Your body feels weird and heavy, like it doesn’t quite belong to you. It brings you back to the all too familiar setting of that god forsaken lab, where that feeling was all you knew.

“Are we there?” You ask, tone gravelly with sleep.

“Yep,” Sam answers, an easy smile curling his mouth.

You like Sam. He’s easy to like. He has this easy going nature that could make anyone feel at home, even someone as prickly and mistrusting as you.

Then you remember how everyone is still watching you. You look around the small group, and suddenly feel very small with all the eyes trained on you. The last two days would be a lot for anyone, but especially when you’re so used to keeping yourself out of sight, it’s difficult being looked at by so many.

You look away and shake your head, trying to dispel the heaviness from the sedative. There’s not much you hate more than feeling powerless. Except maybe being aware that you’re powerless. Luckily, it’s wearing off relatively quickly. With each passing second the feeling gets less pronounced.

You look over to Dr. Banner, slightly in amazement at this drug he’s managed to create, and somehow he already knows what you’re thinking.

Shrugging bashfully, he says, “Drug technology has come a long way. That, and I’m guessing your metabolism is burning through it pretty quickly.”

“Ha, good one,” Stark quips, cracking a half smile.

Banner blanches a little, realizing his accidental pun. He looks at you, face full of embarrassment and apology.

“I just meant…not that you’re literally burning…I mean, we all wake up pretty quickly…”

He keeps trailing off from one thought into the next, clearly flustered. But you find you don’t really mind it. It’s just a figure of speech.

Besides…it was a good one.

“It’s okay,” you reassure him quietly, “Stark’s right. It was funny.”

Banner runs a hand through his somehow always disheveled hair. Even though you try to relax, with this handful of people watching you, you feel like you’re under a microscope.

Perhaps sensing your discomfort, most of the group steps back and starts doing other things. Nat goes back up to the cockpit to finish up whatever needed to be done to power down the jet completely. Banner cleans up his medical supplies in his corner. Stark and Sam pull out their phones and step away.

But Bucky stays right next to you. You don’t mind that.

You still focus on your lap instead of him. Your awareness of his presence still feels too intense.

“Sleep well?” He asks.

“Yeah,” you answer, eyes still locked on your hands in your lap, “I didn’t dream for once, so that was cool.”

You clamp your mouth shut. It’s not like he doesn’t know about your nightmares, you think you told them something about them yesterday. But despite how powerful your feelings are about him being so close, you feel a certain…ease with him. Ease that might allow you to say more than you want just yet.

“Guess I should get my bag,” you murmur, going to stand up quickly, but a wave of dizziness slows you down. You sway on your feet a little, the last remainders of the sedative still fighting with you.

A soft touch on your back steadies you, along with a quiet whisper of, “Easy there.”

Every particle of awareness goes to that touch on your back. It’s stabilizing, but even so, your heart starts racing.

Bucky doesn’t linger, but you feel the imprint of his hand long after he’s taken it away. You don’t even want to think about what that preoccupation means for you.

You take your time grabbing your bag, focusing on making sure each and every pocket is zipped as a distraction.

Yep, still good. Not much to do here. Shit.

You feel his eyes on you as he waits, so you decide enough is enough and get ready to go. As you swing your bag over your shoulder, you turn around and see that everyone is already on their way down the ramp and off the ship.

“Oh, sorry,” you mutter, “should we try to catch up?”

“Nah, we don’t need to. Stark and the others will meet us inside.”

Inside.

In the Compound.

The Avengers Compound.

Where you’ll be living for the foreseeable period.

Yeah, none of that is intimidating or anything.

Sensing your hesitation, Bucky murmurs, “It’ll be okay. We just want to make sure you get settled, then we’ll give you some space.”

You nod a little absentmindedly. Space could be nice. Could even help with this out-of-body feeling you’re having.

With Bucky right behind you, you gingerly make your way down the ramp and into the bright, New York sunshine.

You squint as the first rays hit your eyes. After the darkness from the interior of the jet and all your snoozing, you’re decidedly not ready for it. Then the air hits you. It’s hot, not unlike how Colorado can get this time of year, but the humidity is new. It settles over your skin like a clock and you’re not sure you like it.

At the bottom of the ramp, you stop for a minute and look around. The Compound looms just to your left. It’s an imposing structure, all modern architecture that exudes power. It’s incredibly fitting for the people that call this place home.

You’re relieved when you notice the sheer number of windows placed along the face of the building. Plenty of natural light should help the tightness in your chest.

Once you’ve taken in the Compound itself, you look at the landscape surrounding it. There are tress everywhere. If you really focus, searching past the loud humming of the insects all around, you can hear the wind rustling their leaves. To your right glitters the wide expanse of a river. The Hudson, you’re assuming. You can just barely see the lazy current from where you stand with Bucky.

He gives you all the time in the world to take everything in. You glance at him. He’s watching you with a soft, curious expression you can’t quite name.

“Ready to head in?”

You nod, letting him take the lead as you both start to meander toward the building. The white color of its walls is a little off putting. Bad memories dance in the very corners of your mind, threatening to come to the surface if you let down your guard just enough. So instead you continue to try and notice new things. There’s another building off in the distance. It’s flat and low to the ground, but still enormous in size. Maybe it hold other jets like the one you arrived on. As you look up at the windows, you can see people walking back and forth in the hallways, going about their busy days as normal. It’s kind of strange to imagine anything about today feeling normal for anyone. You’re glad they have that.

Just below the windows is a gigantic, Olympic size swimming pool. You and Bucky have ended up right next to it as you make your way inside. The bright blue water is vastly different than the dark, natural waters of the river, but it looks inviting nonetheless in the humid heat. You kind of wish you could jump in—

C’mon, honey! Jump in!

You stop in your tracks. Your skin grows cold despite the temperature of the air around you.

I’ll catch you!

“You okay?” Bucky asks. His voice sounds like it’s coming from miles away.

You did it, you’re so brave!

Your breath catches in your throat. Emotion sits heavy behind your eyes, threatening to spill over at any minute. The voice in your head is eerily familiar. You think you could identify it if you let yourself. Maybe you already know, and that’s why it hurts so much. It’s not often a kind memory like that comes through. Even so…it somehow hurts more than the memories from the Prison. Stabs a different part of you, unexpecting and vulnerable.

“You don’t have to go swimming if you don’t want to,” Bucky says awkwardly next to you, pulling you from your reverie.

Looking up at him in confusion, you remember he has no idea what happened in your head just now. He only sees you looking mournfully at a swimming pool, which, let’s be honest, could look a little strange without the context behind it.

You quickly brush at the dampness in your eyes before glancing over to him.

“No, I just…”

You started to speak. Started to explain. But looking into his eyes is like a trap for you. Your breath catches again for an entirely different, foreign reason. Your voice falls away like summer rain. Something crackles in the air between you. And maybe you’re dead wrong, but Bucky looks just as affected by whatever’s happening as you are.

The two of you settle into this potent trance. Your goal of getting inside is long forgotten.

His eyes stir something in you. Something long forgotten. Those eyes would be hard to forget, but somehow…maybe you did.

Looking down, you see his fingers reaching out toward yours. The movement is tentative, almost as if he’s not sure he should. So, as if on their own accord, you feel your fingers shift as they move ever so slightly to reach for him as well. It’s like you’re moving in slow motion.

It makes it all the more shocking when a crackle of electricity erupts from your fingertips to connect with his.

“What the fuck—”

“Oh my god—”

You both exclaim in bemusement at the same time. The two of you jump backward from each other, the surprise of it all ending the brief spell you had been under.

In all honesty, you forget that hint of a connection with Bucky as you stare at now unfamiliar fingers. You’re not quite sure what just happened.

Looking up, you see Bucky eyeing you warily. He angles his left arm, the metal one you presume, slightly away from you. It doesn’t surprise or even offend you; something like that must be sensitive to electricity.

“What was that?” He asks.

You can tell he’s trying to stay calm and keep his voice steady, but he’s rattled. It’s not hard to see that. You don’t blame him; he and the others prepared for flame, not fucking lightning.

“I don’t know,” you breathe, voice trembling.

“That’s never happened before?”

“Never.”

Looking at his expression, one eyebrow raised in what you read as skepticism, a wave of defensiveness overtakes you.

“Oh come on, what reason would I have for lying?”

“Uh, what the hell? I don’t think you’re lying—"

“Well you clearly don’t think I’m telling the truth.”

“I didn’t say anything—"

“Your face said it all, and I fucking swear that it’s never happened before—”

“I didn’t say anything—"

“Everything okay out here?”

You both turn and see Sam peeking his head out of the glass doors at the entrance. He’s taking in your stance, the way you’ve both kind of squared up, and raises his brows. You try to relax your stance, but the tension lingers in your arms and the hard set of your mouth. Your fingers curl into tight fists at your sides.

“We’re good, man,” Bucky answers calmly, “she just…”

He goes to answer, but nothing comes out.

But you’re a good liar. You’ve stayed alive through lying.

“Bucky here just tried to grab my bag for me and it startled me, that’s all,” you jump in, covering his awkward pause, “I don’t do sudden movements.”

Sam only raises his brows higher but he doesn’t say anything. He just jerks his head behind him, telling you both to hurry it up before walking in himself.

As you and Bucky walk quickly inside, you mutter a tight, “I’m sorry, it just…it scared me.”

“S’okay,” Bucky reassures. Is he still a little tense, or is that your imagination? You’re not too sure.

“Please don’t say anything to them yet,” you say in a rush, right before he opens the door.

He pauses, looking back at your with trepidation in his gaze.

“They probably should know—”

“I know. And I’ll say something, I swear. Just give me the chance to, okay?”

Bucky nods after a second. He still seems unsure, but you think he��ll stick to his word. As long as you don’t wait for too long. Trying to avoid his eyes, you go through the door he holds open for you.

You step into a huge, airy room. Everything is modern and sleek. Looking up, you see walkways on different levels. In the backdrop are some more enormous windows. They allow bright afternoon sunshine to flood in, nearly erasing the feeling of being indoors.

And it doesn’t smell like a lab. You’re thankful for that.

“Did you take the scenic route or something, kid?”

Stark’s voice cuts through your observations. You look forward, finding him leaning casually against what you assume to be the front desk. An elegant woman stands straight next to him, her reddish blonde hair pulled back into a smooth ponytail. As you meet her eyes, you notice how warm and kind her smile is. It makes you feel safer.

“Hello,” she says, “It’s so nice to finally meet you, I’ve heard so much about you.”

Then she comes at you quickly. Her hand is outstretched, her heels clicking loudly against the floor. You don’t mean to, but you flinch slightly. Stopping in your tracks, you step back one pace from her sudden movements.

She stops. Her smile falters slightly as she takes in your reaction. You flush in shame at yourself.

“I’m sorry,” she begins, “I didn’t—"

Stark jumps in, coming up to stand beside her and says, “Kid, this is my better half, Pepper Potts. She runs the show around here. Definition of a girlboss.”

“Girlboss?” Pepper asks with a sigh, looking over to Tony as he settles next to her. You let out a sigh of relief. Tony covered up your little moment.

“I don’t know,” he answers with a shrug, “I heard Parker say it once and it sounded good.”

“Please don’t call me that again,” she shoots back, but there’s a soft smile on her face.

She really loves him you think to yourself.

“Noted,” he says, then looks to you, “Okay, ready to head to your apartment?”

“My apartment?” You ask, slight confusion in your voice. You figured you’d be in a small room with a small bed, that kind of situation. But an entire apartment?

“After all of this, you’re blown away by the idea of an apartment? Really?”

“I don’t know,” you mutter defensively, “the word ‘compound’ kind of has a certain connotation I guess.”

“I knew we should’ve workshopped that more.”

He runs a hand through his brown hair, looking to the young man sitting behind the desk, who you’ve just now noticed.

“Boyd, write down that we need to workshop that,” Stark quips.

“I work for Ms. Potts, Mr. Stark,” he drawls with annoyance, “you write it down.”

You blink in surprise. It’s hard to believe that anyone outside of the Avengers would speak to Tony Stark like that. You look to Tony, expecting a harsh rebuke, but he only snorts with laughter.

“Shit, I always hope I’ll catch you off guard.”

“Not today, Mr. Stark.”

Tony turns back to you, saying, “Kid, this is Nathan Boyd. He’s Pep’s assistant, so by extension, he also runs the show.”

Nathan pushes up his round glasses and thankfully only waves at you, clearly understanding that you’re so not down to do the handshake thing right now.

“Let me know if you need anything,” he says with a half-smile.

“Oh, so you’ll offer help to a complete stranger but not me?” Tony asks with faux offense.

“Yep.”

“Sounds about right. Anyways kid, ready to rock and roll?”

You make yourself nod, then look to Bucky. You know you just snapped at him outside, but…you really want him to come. Tony is cool and everything, and Pepper seems nice enough, but you’re not sure about going somewhere with them yet. Everything is still too new.

“I’ll walk with you guys,” Bucky says as he meets your eyes, and then turns to Tony and Pepper, “It’s on my way to my own place anyway.”

Tony shrugs, then turns with Pepper and begins to walk down the large hallway to your right. You look up at Bucky and offer a small smile in thanks. He answers with one of his own. Then you make yourself put one foot in front of the other and follow the others.

“Stairs or elevator, kid?” Tony asks as you go.

“Stairs, please.”

Absolutely no closed spaces, thank you very much.

“Cool, gotta get that cardio in, am I right?”

He leads you all past a pair of sleek, shiny elevator doors to the stairwell door just to the right of it, and as you step in, you know you made the right choice. The corridor is narrow, but more windows open it up to the outside.

The four of you climb up to the fourth floor, Bucky’s steady presence right behind you as you try to keep up with the fast pace set by Stark and Pepper. Really just Pepper. She walks ridiculously fast for someone in stilettos.

Finally exiting the stairwell, you arrive in a quiet hallway with doors running down each side of the hall. It’s much quieter up here than it was down in the lobby, almost like the plush carpet is absorbing all the sound.

Pepper leads you down the long stretch of hallway until you arrive outside a door embossed with a golden 409. She presses her thumb to the reader on the outside, followed by a small click as the door unlocks.

“Welcome home,” she says with a smile as she looks back at you. She opens the door, stepping back to allow you to be the first one inside.

You step inside.

Your breath leaves you in the next instant.

White walls.

Blank white walls everywhere.

You try to take in the rest of the furniture to distract yourself. There’s a plush blue couch and set of chairs to your left, taking up that side of the main room. You notice a massive television taking up some of the wall space.

The white wall space.

Ignoring the violent swoop of your stomach, you turn toward the kitchen. It makes an “L” shape in the righthand corner of the room, made up of brand new silver appliances and white countertops.

More fucking white.

Swallowing hard, you skip over that and look to the far side of the room. Massive floor-to-ceiling windows take up the entire wall, no white to be found. You heave out a quiet sigh of relief and step toward it. This apartment as a view of the Hudson, and you admire the sparkle of sunlight off the dark water.

“We weren’t sure what you’d like as far as food and toiletries go,” Pepper explains as she flips on the kitchen lights, “so we got some frozen meals, stuff for sandwiches, things like that along with some popular brands for the toiletries.”

It was a good thing someone thought of those things. You were so used to dropping everything and going that you didn’t bring a whole lot, only your toothbrush and toothpaste.

“Anything you need you can order online. We have accounts with most of the popular retailers. I’ll ask Nathan to send you the information,” she finishes as she finally looks over to you.

You paste a smile on your face. It feels more like a grimace, but nothing on her own expression indicates that she can tell anything’s wrong.

“Thank you,” you say softly, and you find you truly mean it.

Nothing about this feels particularly normal. Everything that’s happened since they showed up yesterday has you feeling like a fish out of water. But you find you really mean it.

“I hope you like everything,” she replies, a smile lifting the corners of her mouth.

“I really do. This is definitely the nicest place I’ve ever stayed.”

She only smiles brighter. There’s no reason to tell her about how the white walls make you feel. What can she do? She didn’t know, and it’s not like she can do much about it now.

“Okay, so the bedroom is through that door on the left,” Pepper explains as she points to the door you saw earlier, “

“Set your bag down kid,” Tony snarks, “you look like you’re ready to bolt.”

Great. Of course he had to say something.

Pepper heaves an exasperated sigh, which makes you nervous, but luckily she turns it on Tony.

“She just walked in, give her a minute.”

“I’m just making a joke; I can’t make a joke?”

“You’re not joking you’re nagging—”

“I’m nagging?”

You tune out their bickering. Your gaze flits again to the walls. Biting your lip nervously, you make yourself look longer than you want to just to see if you can handle it. You’re going to have to handle it; this is your new living space.

But after just a few seconds, you have to avert your eyes. It just brings too much up. Too many painful and terrifying memories poke at the edge of your mind, and now just isn’t the fucking time for that.

Then you find yourself looking at Bucky. He’s already watching you, concern and questions filling his eyes. You look away as quickly as you can, hopefully without it seeming too suspicious. He must think you’re always on the edge of a breakdown at this point.

“Whatever,” you hear Tony say flippantly, and you force your attention back to him and Pepper. Nothing good can come from lingering on the walls.

The man looks at you again and says, “Okay, let’s talk shop. This place is huge, so you’re gonna need a tour at some point. Want to do that today?”

“No,” you say quickly, then try to cover by adding, “I mean, it’s just…it’s just been a long day.”

Tony shrugs, replying, “No skin off my back. Try not to get lost. But if you do, FRIDAY is always available to help.”

“FRIDAY?”

“The AI assistant for the Avengers. Mostly for me, but I’m good at sharing. Go ahead and introduce yourself, FRIDAY.”

You’re not sure what you’re expecting, but certainly not—

“Hello,” the disembodied voice echoes from all around you, “I’m here to help in any way I can.”

Okay, so maybe the disembodied voice would make sense, considering what she is. Still freaks you out. Still made you jump.

You kind of don’t like that she’s both nowhere and everywhere. Are they going to have her watch you? Are they going to be monitoring you?

The idea of that doesn’t sit well with you at all.

You clamp down on that line of thinking. You’re getting overwhelmed, and imagining being watched 24/7 isn’t helping in the slightest. Anything more, any new piece of information, and you might explode.

And you mean that literally. You’re particularly combustible.

Looking over to Tony, you see him watching you with a curious expression. Is that…concern? You’ve noticed that with him it’s very hard to tell.

“Okay,” he starts saying as you watch each other, “any more questions before we get out of your hair?”

“N-no,” you manage to stammer out.

And it’s true. You truly can’t think of anything. The only thing in your head right now is a constant stream of whatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuck—

“Groovy, then we’ll leave you to it. Make sure you ask FRIDAY any questions that come up. She’ll know the answer. On the off-chance she doesn’t, she’ll know to contact one of us.”

Tony turns to leave, and Pepper does too after she offers you a warm smile. You turn to look at Bucky, nerves starting to twist your stomach as the true reality of the situation sets in. He gives you a little half smile, then turns to leave as well.

I’ll just insert this IV now to get you started on the medication.

The panic really starts to set in as you realize all their backs are turned to you.

You’ll just stay in here for now. The doctor should be in shortly.

The sound of a lock clicks. Or is that just in your head?

The white walls fade to black, the darkness slowly creeping in along the corners of your vision--

“Wait”, you burst out.

Your voice echoes against those empty walls. All three of them turn around to face you in surprise. You’re a little surprised yourself.

The question bouncing around in your head sounds a little childish, and maybe it is. But you won’t be able to calm down until you get the reassurance you need.

“I can…I can leave, right?”

“What do you mean?” Pepper asks with a confused look, “You just got here. Don’t you want to at least give things a chance?”

“No, I-I mean – I just –”

You try to explain. The words just won’t come. You can’t seem to get past how stupid it sounds to the logical side of your brain. Your hands start to heat up with the fight or flight of it all, and you’re so damn scared you can’t think straight.

“She wants to make sure we’re not locking her in,” Bucky murmurs quietly.

You manage to make yourself look up. As you meet his eyes, the furious heat in your fingers lessens. Bucky was able to put this fear into words when it scared you too much to do even that.

“Oh,” Tony says. His tone is soft in a way you haven’t heard before from him

He runs a hand through his hair, something you’ve noticed is a habit of his, and sighs. You don’t think the sigh is directed at you. It’s heavier than that. Almost like the weight of the world is on his shoulders.

“Pep, Barnes, can we have the room?”

“That okay with you?”

It��s Bucky who asks the question. You’re not sure, but somehow…you trust Tony. He puts his foot in his mouth, but you think he means well. And it means a lot that Bucky defers to you on this.

You turn to him and offer a small smile, muttering, “It’s okay.”

He nods, then turns to go with Pepper. Tony waits until the door clicks behind them. When it does, he sighs again. This time he runs both hands over his face.

This time, you wonder if he actually is frustrated with you.

“I really am sorry, I just—”

“Kid,” he cuts you off, “you never have to apologize. Not for things like this. Clear?”

You nod nervously. You’re relieved at the reassurance, but the exhaustion and anger in his voice still throws you off. Silence fills the room as you wait for him to continue.

“Lemme show you how the locks work. I always feel better when I know how something works.”

He turns quickly back toward the front door, clearly assuming that you’ll follow. You finally set your bag down and scuttle along behind him. He opens it to the now empty hallway and waves a hand for you to come stand out there with him.

“At the Compound, we use fingerprint readers,” he explains, “much less hassle than with actual keys, and it helps reduce the security risk. Right now your door is set to Pep’s fingerprint, since she’s the one who set your apartment up. I think Boyd’s fingerprint works on it too.”

You nod, trying to keep up. It’s all more high tech than you’re used to.

“FRIDAY? You there?”

“Right here, Mr. Stark,” the AI’s voice comes through the hallway, right next to the door.

“Let’s reset the fingerprint reader and add the kid’s fingerprints.”

“Done. Miss, if you would, please place your thumb facedown on the reader for 10 seconds.”

Swallowing your nerves, you do exactly as she says. A bright line scans your thumb up and down for a few seconds, then blinks green.

“All set,” Tony confirms, “now you’re the only one who has access to your place. Wanna test it out?”

You nod, still unsure about this whole thing, but trying to trust the process. You’re not so great with the whole “trust” thing.

Tony closes the door, and you hear a faint “click” and the door locks. You assume FRIDAY’s behind that.

With shaking hands, you press your thumb to the reader. It scans for a few seconds like before, then blinks green as the door unlocks. You test the handle, finding it unlocked.

“Okay, now go inside and try to get out.”

“What?” You ask, voice as tremulous as your fingers.

“Isn’t that what you’re most worried about? Being locked in?”

“Well yeah—”

“Then let me prove to you that that’s not what we’re doing here,” he says in a rush, then adds in a quieter tone, “I promise you’ll be able to leave. You’re not a prisoner here, I promise.”

Swallowing your fear, you go inside and close the door. You decide to wait a few seconds, but in that short span, the heat begins to creep back into your hands. Before you have any more time to doubt, you reach out and fling open the door.

It opens. Your wide eyes meet Tony’s. A rush of air leaves your lungs. Your relief is overwhelming, and tears start to gather in your eyes. You turn away from Tony before he can see.

You hear the door close behind you. It seems as though he’s left, but then you hear his footsteps.

“You alright, kid?”

“Y-yeah,” you choke out, “it’s j-just a lot.”

“I get that. Do you want me to stay or do you want some space?”

“I-I think I n-need some sp-space,” you stutter.

“Say no more,” Tony says, not an ounce of judgement in his voice. You hear him turn and walk back toward the door.

You hear the door open, but just before he leaves, he adds, “You’re safe here, but if anyone or anything makes you feel unsafe, you tell me. I’ll make sure it gets fixed or goes away.”

An entirely different rush of warmth rushes into your chest, lifting you up and bringing fresh tears to your eyes. It means so much that someone is on your side and cares about how you feel. Someone who knows everything.

Silence settles over the empty room. You hate how the white walls pierce your vision no matter which way you turn.

Hoping to escape them, you quickly walk forward and grab your bag. You walk toward the room off to the left that Tony indicated earlier, only to find…

More white.

The bedroom is all white. White walls. White pillows. White comforter.

The warmth that you had just felt evaporates, replaced by a chill that settles in your bones. It drags you down until you’re sitting on the floor.

Burying your face in your hands, you cry.

***

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[regancastlelion]

"I should've probably made this ages ago..."—Me, a minute ago when I hit the 🖊️

Hi, all!!

You can call me Reggie, as most call me anyway. I've been playing Star Stable since circa March 2020.

My favourite horse is my Nemain, Firebug, and my favourite breed is the Belgian Warmblood.

I play mostly on Sunbeam Palace for the AU/NZ/Asia region, and my home stable is Moorland Starshine Ranch. Feel free to come find me if you like 😊

My favourite animals—aside from horses—are grey kangaroos and fairy penguins. In real life, I have a dog—a female Cavalier King Charles Spaniel—and two cats—a male light ginger and a female tri-colour tortoiseshell.

As you've seen, my character has somewhat olive/moderate brown skin, blue eyes and white hair. The only thing I have in common with my character physically is the skin tone, as Character!Reggie is canonically half-shifter—a story for another time.

A little more about me;

I'm half-white Australian and half-Indonesian by ethnicity, and Australian by nationality. This is because since before I was born, my mum has had her Australian citizenship. Therefore, I don't have a dual citizenship with Indonesia

I think that's all I have to tell you guys, for now. I need to take my dog out to pee, so I have to leave it at this.

so long, for now!!

[mmj-twewy]

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OH!!

I got it working! - Minori

And this'll help us.. what..? - Airi

Perhaps reach the RG.. - Shizuku

Yeah!! - Minori

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;; hello!!!! I'm the runner of the account feel free to call me firebug :D I use they/it + neos!! (just they/them is cool though!!) Im also a minor, so keep that in mind!!!

;; i also run :

@mmj-len-official

@middle-school-honami

@distant-refusal-official

@young-minori-official

@ecgd-starnoi-official

@katsuo-asanuma-official

@vocaloid-ichika-official

@hobbyist-minori

@frost-spirit-haruka

@yuina-uchiyama-official

@minori-hanasato-mmj

@remix-airi-official

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;; my general boundaries are just common sense, don't do weird (the bad kind) stuff around me! also basic dni criteria!!

;; i'll tag anything anyone needs tagged!

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;; this is an au based on the game "the world ends with you"!

;; mmj got thrown into the reaper's game! i need to flesh this out a bit more so please feel free to ask questions >:D

;; their entry fees were:

Minori: Her Dream. She's determined to do something, but not sure what. This also had the effect of removing her memories of the rest of More More JUMP as idols and as groupmates!

Haruka: Her voice. She can't talk or sing. Gotta love narrative parallels /silly

Airi: ???

Shizuku: ???

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#airi says - In Character Posts (Airi)

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[bugbrawl]

Bug Brawl

Why you should vote for them:

Team Stag Beetle

They're big beetles with cool horns what more could you want

Firebug

It's so cute! It's also known as a gendarme in french (like sheriff) and they are very common, they like to hang out in the sun (leading to another nickname cherche-midi or noon searches). They don't sting or bite, but they do smell if you scare them, and they're scavengers, cleaning up dead bug debris! They are one of my favorite parts about spring is seeing them wake up and start coming out.

[katsuo-asanuma-official]

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Hiya everyone! I'm Katsuo Asanuma from Travel!ng~Words ! It's great to see you all!

Let's enjoy the world together!

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;; hello!!!! I'm the runner of the account feel free to call me firebug :D I use they/it + neos!! (just they/them is cool though!!) Im also a minor, so keep that in mind!!!

;; katsuo uses he/it pronouns!

;; i also run :

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@middle-school-honami

@distant-refusal-official

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@ecgd-starnoi-official

@vocaloid-ichika-official

@mmj-twewy

@hobbyist-minori

@frost-spirit-haruka

@yuina-uchiyama-official

@minori-hanasato-mmj

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;; i'll tag anything anyone needs tagged!

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;; this is a oc rp account: katsuo is a livestreamer who does music on stream! he plays the piano and wants to spread joy! he's in a music group with a few of his friends, they might appear at some point!

Katsuo Asanuma | He/It

Birthday : March 12th

Height : 160 cm (5'2")

School : Online Classes (Year 1)

Part-Time Job : ~

Hobbies : Brochure Collecting

Specialty : Biology

Favorite Food : Pasta

Least Favorite Food : Seafood

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Starsong and Noi from Electrical Grounding here. We decided to share an account on here for the sake of convenience. Riri and Yuki might appear, highly unlikely given that's it Riri and Yuki.

Let's all see the stars and keep our heads above water.

- 🔭🌊

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;; hello!!!! I'm the runner of the account feel free to call me firebug :D I use they/it + neos!! (just they/them is cool though!!) Im also a minor, so keep that in mind!!!

;; id prefer if this ichika was referred to with they/it pronouns and this nene was referred to with they/he! thanks!

;; i also run :

@mmj-len-official

@middle-school-honami

@distant-refusal-official [same shuffle-verse]

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@vocaloid-ichika-official

@mmj-twewy

@hobbyist-minori

@frost-spirit-haruka

@yuina-uchiyama-official

;; please feel free to bully both of them. i live for the angst. i have an entire list of how to bully them both.

@minori-hanasato-mmj

@remix-airi-official

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;; their users are as followed:

starsong - ichika ( also referred to as 🔭 )

noi - nene ( also referred to as 🌊 )

riri - airi ( might be referred to as 🍑 )

yuki - mafuyu ( might be referred to as ❄️ )

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I had a day off school and got bored..

Now I've remembered this.. exists.. Yay?

I'll see what happens with it!

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;; hello!!!! im the runner of the account, feel free to call me firebug :D i use they/it + neos!! (just they/them is cool though!!) im also a minor, so keep that in mind!!!

;; i'll be referring to minori with she/her!

;; i also run :

;; this account is minori before she sees haruka on tv!! so she's kinda unsure of what to do because of her bad luck right now :(

;; she's about.. 7?? 7-8ish.

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@middle-school-honami

@distant-refusal-official

@ecgd-starnoi-official

@katsuo-asanuma-official

@vocaloid-ichika-official

@mmj-twewy

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@remix-airi-official

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;; my general boundaries are just common sense, don't do weird (the bad kind) stuff around me! also basic dni criteria!!

;; i'll tag anything that anyone needs tagged! (tags will be formatted as #__ and #__ tw)

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;; would (and will) stare at you like a wet cat

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Distant Refusal's Official Tumblr Account.

We'll post: new song announcements, links, whatever the members feel like (please stop kamishiro 🍜), etc. (Remind me to delete this before we post it. - 🎨)

Run by the three members:

🍜 - Shiho Hinomori, He/They/She

🎈 - Rui Kamishiro, Any Pronouns but He/She pref.

🎨 - Ena Shinonome, She/They/Sweet

Stay tuned. (That's really blunt of oyu - 🎈)

(STOP 🍜)

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;; hello!!!! I'm the runner of the account feel free to call me firebug :D I use they/it + neos!! (just they/them is cool though!!) Im also a minor, so keep that in mind!!!

;; i also run :

@mmj-len-official

@middle-school-honami

@young-minori-official

@ecgd-starnoi-official [same shuffle-verse]

@katsuo-asanuma-official

@vocaloid-ichika-official

@mmj-twewy

@hobbyist-minori

@frost-spirit-haruka

@yuina-uchiyama-official

DNI

@minori-hanasato-mmj

@remix-airi-official

;; my general boundaries are just common sense, don't do weird (the bad kind) stuff around me! also basic dni criteria!!

;; i'll tag anything anyone needs tagged!

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;; this is a swap au rp account: through lots of events; ena, shiho and rui ended up in a unit together; they do street performances of many kinds - typically musical!

Tags

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#🍜 says - Shiho Posts

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#🎨 says - Ena Posts

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[middle-school-honami]

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Hello, I'm Honami Mochizuki. I had some friends recommend I get Tumblr.. Yeah, they recommended it.

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;; hello!!!! im the runner of the account, feel free to call me firebug :D i use they/it + neos!! (just they/them is cool though!!) im also a minor, so keep that in mind!!!

;; i'll refer to honami with she/they! but refer to her how you feel comfortable!!

;; if you're wondering how this happened, blame rui and his time machine

;; i also run :

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@young-minori-official

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@mmj-twewy

@hobbyist-minori

@frost-spirit-haruka

@yuina-uchiyama-official

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@minori-hanasato-mmj

@remix-airi-official

;; my general boundaries are just common sense, don't do weird (the bad kind) stuff around me! also basic dni criteria!!

;; i'll tag anything anyone would like tagged!

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#ooc - Out of Character Posts

Headcanons

;; she's transfem!

;; she probably has a crush on the rest of l/n but she has school to worry about so... /j

;; that's all I have to say, have fun!

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[mmj-len-official]

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Hello! I'm Kagamine Len, amateur idol, it's nice to meet you!

Please feel free to talk to me and ask me things! I look forward to talking to all of you!

[ Out of Character from here onwards. ]

I am NOT affiliated with Sega, Colorful Palette, or the PJSK team! This is an unofficial fun rp account!

;; ok! now that that's all said and done :)

;; hello!!!! I'm the runner of the account feel free to call me firebug :D I use they/it + neos!! (just they/them is cool though!!) Im also a minor, so keep that in mind!!!

;; i will refer to mmj len with they/it pronouns and occasionally he/him! but refer to them how you want!!

;; my general boundaries/dni are just common sense, don't do weird (the bad kind) stuff around me! i'll tag anything that anyone needs tagged!!

;; tags list:

;; #ooc is out of character, #len says is in character, other tags will probably be added

;; len headcanons because ofc!!

;; autistic! how is a robot (?) autistic? screw you that's how. (.. projection)

;; i'll probably redo this intro at some point but it works for now!