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31 the higu kids post-canon

31. Road-Trips

July 26th, 1986: the 61st year of the Shouwa Era

On a sweltering summer morning, where the air sticks to his skin almost as much as his clothes—typical for Hinamizawa this time of year—someone blasts the car horn for the seventh time outside of ‘Maebara Manor’ at 8:45am. That Mion…. With a half snort/half grumble, Keiichi throws the last of his things in his makeshift backpack-suitcase and speeds down the stairs. “I’m off!”

“Make sure you call once you get to a hotel,” Mom calls from the kitchen.

“I will!”

“And don’t stay out too late! Rika-chan and Satoko-chan are both still middle schoolers!”

“Okay!” Keiichi agrees, and the door thumps closed behind him. It’s funny how much she worries; even after all these years, she still has no idea the kinds of shenanigans their club gets up to!

Though she can definitely see him, just to be annoying Mion slams her fist on the horn of her brand-new bright red Mitsubishi Chariot for one final, lengthy honk. “You’re late!” she greets just as he opens the door. 

“Stop honking! My mom is still home!”

“Oops!” In an instant, Mion’s hands fly off the wheel and to her sides, like she means to sit on them. “Sorry! I forgot!”

“She would have hit it less if you just packed your things faster.”

Whirling around, Keiichi lunges over the backseat and scruffs up the first hint of blonde hair he can spot. “Like you weren’t also slamming the horn!”

“Auau…I told them not to…”

“Mii, it’s more fun this way~”

Satoko whines and swats at his hands—“Unhand me, you brute!”—but he does not relent, not until her hair is sufficiently mussed up. “So full of energy this early in the morning…”

“Good morning, Keiichi-kun~☆”

It’s only with Rena’s greeting that everything fully clicks into place. In the back, Rena sits with Hanyuu, with a tower of homemade snacks in the seat between them that’s crept into the middle row with Rika-chan and Satoko (who is sitting right behind him). Isn’t that basically everyone? But when Mion first knocked on the door, she was alone, wasn’t she? “When did you all get here?”

“Turn around, and put your seatbelt on; I’m not getting ticketed a week after getting my license.”

“Mion-san did barely pass the test in the first place.”

“That wasn’t my fault!”

A hand reaches from behind the driver’s seat and just barely manages to pat Mion’s head. “There, there.”

Although she’s still grumbling under her breath something about ‘that damn Shion…,’ she slowly pulls out with the telltale click of his seatbelt. 

Rena actually answers him. “Mii-chan came to pick us up while waiting for you.”

“Mhmm!” says Hanyuu. “Said it would waste less time, since she knew we were all ready.”

“Haah?” Keiichi yells. His home disappears down the road, foot by foot into grass and mountainside. Why didn’t anyone tell him? He’s always the last to know, throwing shit into a bag and booking it out the door as the event starts.

“I did tell you,” Mion says.

“When?”

“Yesterday. I called.”

“You just said to prepare for the adventure of a lifetime!”

“She also said to pack your things,” says Rika. 

“‘At least a week’s worth of supplies to survive the wilderness and the city streets!’ or something like that,” says Satoko.

“How do you know?”

“She gave us the same speech, au!” Hanyuu says.

“Plus, Keiichi-kun, I also called last night and asked if you needed help….”

That’s what that was about? Was this all obvious? Is he that stupid? It’s just him after all that didn’t realize she was planning a road-trip? I was never good at those word association games…Now everyone is bullying him. Again. “Pull over. I’m going back home.”

The whole car erupts into laughter. It’s been three years since Maebara Keiichi first moved to Hinamizawa;  some things never change. In the middle row, just behind Mion, Furude Rika smiles with a satisfied hum.

July 1st, 1983, the 58st year of the Shouwa Era

The last day of June still rests, crumpled into a ball in Rika’s hand as she stares at the wall calendar. “I’ve made it.”

“Mhmhm!” Hanyuu agrees. “What do you want to do next?”

A great question. She can do anything now. The world is so big, so full of places and moments outside of this small town she calls home, beyond June of 1983, where does she even start? How can she begin to see it all? To do it all? “It’d be nice to travel.” It wouldn’t matter where she goes, just that she can.

“Auau, it would! Although it will be a little difficult to go far until you can learn how to drive.”

That’s true, eighteen years old is a ways off, but she has time. She has years and years and years! Right now, she can take her bike an hour down the mountain to Okinomiya, and play games with her beloved friends, but when she gets bigger, grows up further, they can go farther, to Shishibone City, and beyond. “Maybe I can conquer Japan before high school. Mii should have her license by then.” In this world, anything is possible.

“Auau! Let’s do it!”

“Rikaaaaa! Hanyuu-san! We’re going to be late!” Satoko shouts from the doorway.

“Coming!” Rika tosses the paper ball into the wastebasket, and dashes towards the door. Her new life starts now: how far will she go today?

[glowingsand]

gojo’s notes to friends and family :’)

[golswia]

🐐 Hair Salon for Goats! 🐐

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[lucabyte]

sometimes everything just sucks real real real bad

[coatl-cuddles]

Idk if I ever posted the full of that one drawpile here yet, but here it isssss

[cheekylittlepupp]

" I swear, someone's getting impaled." Aight dad Astarion

Daddy Astarion.

Even more so because every companion is obsessed with asking my durge about kids for some reason.

[menace-behaviour]

*Station 118 Shift Swap Group Chat*

B-Shift Paramedic: I need to swap out on Saturday. Someone HMU please.

Bobby: Wait, so HMU isn't "hold my umbrella"?

Chimney: No. It’s actually "hummer med underkläder", which means "I love you" in Swedish and I think that's beautiful.

Eddie: "Hummer med underkläder" means "Lobster with panties".

Hen: How do you even know that?

Eddie: My Mother wanted at least one child that could speak to her parents when they called so she wouldn’t have to.

Chimney: You know what, Diaz. Your childhood trauma and resulting multilingualism is really getting in the way of my best work.

Eddie: Your best work? Tricking Bobby into thinking hook-up slang means something innocent?

Bobby: HOOK-UP SLANG!!?!? I texted the Commissioner “HMU” during that hurricane last week??

Chimney: *Ignoring Bobby* That’s “Gaslighting the Elderly” to you, Rosetta Stone.

[rat-poison-condiment]

Going insane about this;

In the English dub/subtitles, when Chilchuck learns of Laios spilling the beans he asks himself if he should have followed him instead...

in FRENCH he says something like 'I must have missed/did something wrong in his education'

DADCHUCK DADCHUCK DADCHUCK DADCHUCK

[petitemelusine]

Pav!!

[bruciemilf]

Dad! Harvey and baby Jason wip!!!

Don’t :) Upset :) the baby :) mkay?

[anyataylorjoy]

the queen in chains | house of the dragon (2022-) | poem

[linkedin-offficial]

finally made refs for these two! (+ some doodles)

also some news : im tentatively taking commissions! i never fully announced it anywhere but they are open. you can find more details here!

[livwritesstuff]

At forty-five years old, there’s one day out of the entire calendar year that Eddie dreads like none other.

It’s not his birthday, surprising as that is, and it’s not tax day either (though only because Steve, the angel that he is, elected to take charge of their insane finances ages ago so Eddie doesn't even think about it).

No, it's parent-teacher conference day at his children's school.

Eddie wants to have a strong word with whoever's idea it was to have every meeting take place in a single day. Maybe that shit works for the freaks with only one kid, but he and Steve have three hellraisers in the elementary school, so for them it usually goes like this:

Kid 1: Please help us figure out why she is inciting riots on the playground

Kid 2: Your child is taking up class time getting into complex moral debates with the teacher’s aid

Kid 3: She's a pleasure to have in class — that being said, does she ever talk?

– all within the span of 45 minutes.

Kind of whiplash-y, in Eddie's opinion.

Steve is totally in his element for that shit though. He’s good at distinguishing between when their kid is the problem (which is……..often) and when it’s a reflection of something bigger, and when that's the case, he gets to tap into the snarky, mean-girl side of him that doesn’t come out all that often anymore..

Steve, to Hazel's teacher: I don’t know what to tell you. Hazel makes all kinds of noise at home. We’ll talk to her, but maybe this also warrants a conversation about what’s going on in the classroom that’s making her feel like she can’t when she’s here.

It's sexy as all hell in Eddie’s opinion, or so he attempts to communicate to his husband the literal second they're out of the school when he tries to shove him bodily into the backseat of their car without extracting his hands from Steve’s back pockets.

Steve, managing to push Eddie off him for half a second: Dude – no fucking chance are we having car sex in the parking lot of our daughters’ elementary school. You’re crazy.

Eddie: *pauses to think about the layout of their town*

Eddie: Bet there’s no one in the lot for the cemetery.

Steve: No.

Steve: We can’t get cursed today. I’ve got shit to do.

Eddie: What about the hiking trails?

Steve:

Steve: Yeah, okay.

[coatl-cuddles]

I think it would be very cool if Hopeful Steward's cape laid flat like ribbons when calm, but fluttered out and acted like dragon fly wings when flying because they look lame as hell otherwise

[palskippah]

Hi! Some human koopalings c:

[bernard-the-rabbit]

and they called it puppy love

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