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atlasinlimbo · 10 months

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𝕱𝖎𝖓𝖉𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖚𝖗 𝖉𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒𝖈𝖔𝖗𝖊

꧁༺ 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓸𝓾𝓽𝓼𝓲𝓭𝓮 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓵𝓭 𝓲𝓼 𝓪 𝓭𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓱𝓸𝓶𝓮, 𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓹𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓭𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝓸𝓯 𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓼 𝓪𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓲𝓽, 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓶𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓹𝓪𝓽𝓱 𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓷𝓪𝓾𝓼𝓮𝓸𝓾𝓼 𝓫𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓸𝓯 𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮 𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓫𝓮𝓬𝓪𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝓲𝓽 𝓼𝓮𝓮𝓶𝓼 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝔀𝓮'𝓻𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓶 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓮𝓭𝓸𝓶 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵 𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓭 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓪𝓷𝔂𝓫𝓸𝓭𝔂'𝓼 𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓲𝓸𝓾𝓼𝓵𝔂 𝓪𝓬𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓮𝓷𝓽. 𝓑𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓻𝔂𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓲𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝔂 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓱𝓸𝔀 𝓭𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓬𝓻𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓬 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓰𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓼𝓸𝓬𝓲𝓮𝓽𝔂'𝓼 𝓼𝓹𝓲𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓻𝓮𝓭𝓼 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓻𝓮𝓶𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝓲𝓷 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓪 𝓫𝓾𝓰 (𝓶𝓮, 𝓾, 𝓾𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓾𝓬𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓼). 𝓘 𝔀𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓪𝓹𝓸𝓵𝓸𝓰𝓲𝔃𝓮 𝓪𝓼 𝓼𝓸𝓸𝓷 𝓪𝓼 𝓘 𝔀𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓾𝓹 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓘 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓰𝓸𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓾𝓹𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓭 𝓶𝔂 𝓫𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝓯𝓲𝓵𝓮𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓲𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓷𝓮𝓻 𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓽 𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽. 𝓘 𝔀𝓪𝓵𝓴 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓮𝓽𝓼 𝓪𝓼 𝓘 𝔀𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓾𝓷𝓹𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓪 𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓼, 𝓮𝓭𝓲𝓯𝔂𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓵𝓲𝓯𝓮-𝓼𝓲𝔃𝓮 𝓭𝓸𝓵𝓵. 𝓘𝓽'𝓼 𝓪𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓾𝓷 𝓱𝓪𝓼 𝓫𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓼𝓸𝓲𝓵𝓮𝓭 𝓫𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝓼𝓸 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓭 𝓺𝓾𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓯𝓲𝓮𝓭 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓴𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓶𝓪𝓭𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓲𝓽. 𝓦𝓱𝔂 𝓭𝓸 𝓘 𝓯𝓾𝓬𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓰𝓸 𝓸𝓾𝓽? 𝓣𝓸 𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓽𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝓶𝔂 𝓯𝓪𝓲𝓽𝓱, 𝓽𝓸 𝓴𝓮𝓮𝓹 𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓮𝔁𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓿𝓮, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓶𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓭𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱 𝓪 𝓶𝓮𝓭𝓲𝓮𝓿𝓪𝓵 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓴𝔂 𝔀𝓸𝓸𝓭𝓮𝓷 𝓫𝓮𝓭 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓲𝓽'𝓼 𝓰𝓸𝓸𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵 𝓼𝓪𝓯𝓮𝓮, 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓸𝔁𝓲𝓬𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓮𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓘 𝓶𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝓶𝔂 𝓯𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓸𝔀 𝓻𝓪𝓽𝓼 𝓼𝓽𝓾𝓬𝓴 𝓲𝓷 𝓭𝓲𝓯𝓯𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓱𝓸𝓵𝓮𝓼. 𝓖𝓸𝓸𝓭 𝓹𝓹𝓵 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓰𝓸𝓸𝓭 𝓪𝓽 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓪𝓯𝓮𝓼 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓷𝓸 𝓵𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓪𝓵𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱 𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓵𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓯𝓪𝓲𝓵 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓷 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓪 𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓹. 𝓦𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓵𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓲𝓪𝓵 𝓶𝓮𝓪𝓷𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓮𝓬𝓱𝓷𝓸𝓵𝓸𝓰𝔂, 𝓲𝓽'𝓼 𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓭 𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓬 𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓱𝓪𝓼𝓷'𝓽 𝓫𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓲𝓼𝓸𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓲𝓷 𝓪 𝓶𝓲𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓪𝓻𝔂 𝓵𝓪𝓫 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓻 𝓸𝓯 𝓪𝔀𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓬𝓾𝓻𝓲𝓸𝓼𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓼𝓾𝓰𝓰𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓸 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓼𝓮𝓷𝓼𝓮𝓼 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓭𝓸𝓮𝓼𝓷'𝓽 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵 𝓱𝓮𝓵𝓭 𝓫𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓪𝓷 𝓲𝓷𝓿𝓲𝓼𝓲𝓫𝓵𝓮 𝓶𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓻𝓸𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓫𝓮𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓾𝓭𝓼. 𝓗𝓸𝔀 𝓭𝓸 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓷 𝓪 𝓰𝓲𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓼𝓾𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓶𝓪𝓻𝓴𝓮𝓽 𝓼𝓾𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓿𝓲𝓼𝓮𝓭 𝓫𝔂 𝓕𝓑𝓘 𝓪𝓰𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓼 𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓬𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓪 𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓶𝓼𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓵 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓶 𝓪𝓰𝓪𝓲𝓷? ༻꧂

#reflexion #trauma #life choices #lost bitch #overthinking #cults #nobody's buisness #civilization #my diary #secret thoughts #Feeling lost

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the-magpie-archives · 1 year

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Martin Blackwood: a delightful man, good friend, constant converse wearer, cute jumper connoisseur, enjoyer of baked goods, avid tea consumer, soft spoken, beloved by many, and possibly the biggest people pleaser ever.

Jonathan Sims: bastard academic, bad at staying in touch, strict office wear user, 'the right shoes for the occasion' type guy, M&S food eater, outspoken and impetuous, and probably one of the most paranoid people ever.

(no one wins, they just kiss)

#Jon shopping at M&S is like‚ the only headcanon I have for TMA that I firmly believe is entirely correct #Nobody can change my mind 😌#Also I wrote this post cos I saw someone wearing a cute jumper and eating a croissant next to a buisness man on the train...#tma #the magnus archives #the magnus institute #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #jonmartin #jmart #tma memes

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xehabraigs · 6 months

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generally speaking my take on luxu is that his disaffectedness is less "a front to cope with the trauma from the circumstances of his mission" and more "completely genuine confidence and disaffectedness amounted over time via the circumstances of his mission". it's definitely a reaction to the upsetting nature of the stuff he's gotta do, but i don't think it's pretend either, for all the lies he spouts. guy's just adapted to his circumstances

#txt #kh #luxu #xigbar #kingdom hearts #he lies and can act like nobody's buisness but he IS a bonafide sicko #identity issues tho? hes got em in SPADES

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lesbianyosano · 7 months

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words cannot describe how much i hate when yosano gets reffered to as "moris kid", like when ppl talk about mori being angry because "fukuzawa stole his kids". with dazai i can understand it like sure mori raised him to an extent, was his guardian for years, but yosano??? they spent a few months (? i think) at a fucking military base together, he was her superior, and he isnt even that much older than her. he never shows any care for her, seeing her as nothing more than an object to further his own agenda of undead military, her value lies solely in her ability and young age, which makes her easier to manipulate. shes not his fucking kid, stop getting so hung up on describing relationships using nuclear family dynamics as your only point of reference jesus

#txt.#also the “fukuzawa stole his kids” is such a rancid fucking take he didnt steal anyone what #the point with the agency is that nobody is forced to join #yosano and dazai are both given agency to make their own choices and become their own people which is sth the mafia doesnt allow #just in general im not fond of the mafia is a family crap #its a buisness venture which pathologizes every relationship that develops within it #why try to make it fit into heteropatriarchal vision of a family #yosano akiko #bsd yosano #bsd mori

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monstrous-fusion · 2 months

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What's the weirdest thing Engie has done/ would do?

Engie is not a great cook. Like, he sucks at it, and he can turn Anything into a struggle meal. So...I'm not saying he'd eat an old cookie he left in his conductor cabin.....buuuut he kind of would

(side bar but I misread the question, somehow, so please take me ALSO answering what's the dumbest thing he'd do /aff)

Engie is very trusting of strangers. I can totally see someone coming up to him with a scam and him falling for it because "Why would they do that? that's illegal :(" but the only reason he hasn't gotten scammed yet is because (pre adventure) Zelda and (during adventure) Mirror and Eras are not people you want to get on the bad side of.

#MF asks #MF Engie #Honestly I could have mentioned the thing with his hand #but to be fair #he was a whole 9 year old #Bless his heart though #he gives Zelda heart attacks like nobodys buisness

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justanotherfanwriter · 2 years

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bruh I hate to be that one birdwatching bitch but everyone making Flapjack Hunter’s wingman when cardinals are some seriously territorial birds has me like 😂. They’re known to square up with their own reflections for hours on end because they’re also all a lil stupid. The aggression lasts throughout breeding season, but has been documented to last even longer.

Based on this, below I wrote a few barebone snippets of varying length to distract myself from doom scrolling :) im not having a good time rn bruh i will not lie

UNEDITED. I couldn’t be bothered. This weekend sucked.

c/w: kissing (in last scene)

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“Flapjack! Flapjack, no!” Hunter scolded, scooping him out of Willow’s hair.

“Ah, ow,” Willow cringed as Flapjack tugged hard on the strand of her hair that he was refusing to let go of, “he’s still got my hair.”

“Sorry, sorry,” Hunter quickly removed the hair from his Palisman’s beak, “he isn’t usually like this!”

“It’s okay,” Willow smiled, rubbing the spot where Flapjack had pecked her much to Hunter’s mortification, “I’m sorry if I made him mad.”

He scowled at the tiny bird in his hands, who was squirming to escape and attack again, “You did nothing wrong, Flapjack—“ he gave the bird a little shake, “—is being bad.”

“Aw, he’s not being bad,” Willow wiggled a finger in front of Flapjack’s beak and pulled it back quickly when he made a snap at her, “he’s just being protective, is all! I must have spooked him.” She squatted down, and with a coo, apologized, “I’m sorry, Flapjack.”

Flapjack squawked back, and Willow looked up at Hunter for a translation. The way she looked at him made him hot, and he got lost in her smile.

“He said, he forgives you,” Hunter lied.

If anything, Flapjack had doubled down in his efforts to escape and attack, squawking up a storm as he spat threat after threat at the pretty girl in front of them. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched Clover bristle, buzzing her way over to sit protectively on Willow’s shoulder.

His grip tightened around the bird, and he pulled the Palisman closer to him. “But, I think I should go throw him outside for a bit.”

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Willow gasped, pointing at the top of Gus’s head, “How in the world are you doing that!?”

“Doing what??” Gus looked up at her.

“He’s not attacking you!”

“Flapjack?” Gus snorted, reaching up to give the bird a few scritches, “Nah, we’re bros.”

“He must be finally coming around to us!” Willow cooed, reaching out a cautious finger to scratch him.

“Finally? What do you—“

“Ow!” She snatched her hand back, cradling it. The bite had broke skin, and a bead of blood bubbled to the surface. “Oh, snapdragons, that one hurt,” she hissed, bringing the finger to her mouth and sucking the wound.

“Willow,” Gus reached out, “are you okay!?”

“I’ll be fine, don’t worr—” She ducked, the blurry red dive bomb missing her by a hair, “Ah! No, Flapjack! No! Not my head!”

“Uhhh, Hunt—Hunter!” Gus cried, “Get in here!”

The older boy slid in a second later, eyes wide, searching for the danger. When he saw what was happening to Willow, he lunged for the cardinal, snatching him out of the air.

“Flapjack! No!”

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“I’m so so sorry,” Hunter groveled as he bandaged Willow’s finger, “he’s just—”

“It’s fine! It’s fine,” Willow waved off the apology with her free hand, “honest, Hunter, I’m not mad at you or Flapjack.”

“Besides,” She declared, sitting up a little straighter, “I’m completely confident I’ll win him over. I’ve got a habit of winning over the bad guys,” She winked at him, and blood rushed to his face.

“Ha, yeah, of course you will,” He smiled at her, fixing his gaze on their entwined hands, “he’s just—”

There was an offended squawk outside the window of the bedroom they sat in, and the two of them turned to look as Flapjack began rapid fire pecking at the glass. Hunter glared at Flapjack for a moment before Clover thankfully appeared from behind, chasing him off.

Willow giggled, “aww, it’s so cute how they play with each other!”

Hunter threw a dumbfounded look at her, marveling at how oblivious she could be for someone usually so astute. What was going on outside was most certainly not playing. It seemed more “to the death” to him.

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“Okay, everyone, dinner time!” Willow announced, walking into the kitchen. It was her turn on Palisman duty.

Ghost weaved between her legs, purring, as she got everyone’s meals together.

“Aw, aren’t you sweet,” Willow cooed, reaching down to scratch under her chin, “for you today, ma’am, only the finest of Gravesfield’s wet cat food. Don’t tell Amity,” Willow winked, placing the bowl down, “she thinks I spoil you.”

“I can hear you,” Amity called from the living room where the others sat.

“Ignore her,” Willow told Ghost, bopping her on the nose before turning to the next dish.

“And for you, my cutest little Clover,” Willow removed her Palisman from her head, placing her on the ground next to Ghost, “here is your nectar and apple slices. Apple skin peeled off, just how you like it.”

Clover gave her a cheerful buzz.

“Emmiline Bailey Marcostimo,” She nuzzled then removed Gus’s Palisman from her shoulder, “I hope you enjoy your hand-selected grubs from the Noceda garden. Still fresh and squirming, so eat up!”

“Finally,” She announced, turning to the bird that still lingered in the living room, glowering at her from Hunter’s shoulders. She picked up the fanciest plate Ms. Camila would allow her to put pet food on and approached him slowly.

“Flapjack, today, I have prepared something I think you’re really going to enjoy.” She presented the plate to the little bird, who hardly gave her the time of day, “A flapjack for Flapjack! I had Ms. Camila teach me how to make them! And you’ll find that I have topped it with only the best seeds, including cracked corn, striped sunflower, and sunflower hearts and chips, white milo, peanuts, and apple chunks because a little bird—” she giggled at her own joke, winking at Hunter, “—told me they were your favorite. Then to top it all off, I drizzled it in a light sunflower oil. I think you’ll think it adds a little something.”

Flapjack stared at her, and she swallowed nervously. She knew he had to be hungry. He was a very active bird.

“Do—do you want to try it?” She asked, holding the plate out to him, “Look see, the pancake’s shaped like you and everything!”

Much to her surprise and delight, he jumped on the edge of the plate and pecked at an apple. She held her breath, standing completely still, and resisted the urge to call out to the others. It seemed that Flapjack was finally warming—

A cold slice of apple chunk hit her on the cheek and Flapjack went back to Hunter. Taking the loose strand of Hunter’s hair into his beak, he pulled the boy backwards away from Willow.

“Flapjack!” Hunter hissed, shooing the bird away from his hair.

Luz swooped in to help, pulling Flapjack out of the air, “Aw, what’s the matter Lil Rascal, not hungry?”

Willow’s heart broke in two as she watched Flapjack nuzzle Luz’s cheek with a happy chirp.

“It is not poison,” Hunter scowled, responding to his Palisman, “eat your dinner.”

With a whine, Willow sunk to the floor and laid face down on the carpet. “Why doesn’t he like me! He likes everyone else!”

“Willow,” Amity tried comforting her, “he—he, uh. Well, Flapjack—”

“—he hasn’t tried pecking your eyes out yet!” Gus pointed out, ignoring the way Hunter vigorously shook his head, signaling him to shut up, “That’s something!”

She let out another long whine, “That’s because my glasses stopped him!”

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“Hunter!” Gus cheered through a mouthful of popcorn, patting the spot next to him on the couch, “Saved ya a spot, come on!”

Hunter shrugged off his jacket with a smile, and handed the milk and coffee creamer over to Ms. Camila before entering the living room. He fist bumped Vee as he passed her on the armchair, and carefully stepped around Luz and Amity snuggled up on a blanket palette on the ground.

“What we watching?” He asked plopping down next to Gus, commandeering the bowl of popcorn despite Gus’s protest. He shoved a handful into his mouth, resting his free arm across the back of the couch.

“Only the greatest movie ever,” Luz declared from the ground, “Azura: The Realm of Treachery. It’s not canon to the books, but it’s the only live action we’ve ever gotten from the series, so we forgive the inconsistencies!”

“Ahh,” Amity squealed next to her, doing a happy little dance in her blanket pile, “I can’t wait! I can’t believe this is actually real!”

“Oh, great, Azura.” Hunter drawled, handing the bowl of popcorn back to Gus, “So, this is going to suck? No—”

“Here! I got you your favorite,” Willow chirped, handing him a bag of hard candies and plopping down into the crook of his arm, “Luz says you can’t have a movie without the junk food!”

“—thanks.” He finished lamely, settling back into his seat.

“Willow,” Luz said confidently, “you’re gonna love this, I promise.”

“Totally will,” She agreed before giving Gus and Hunter a small shake of her head. Gus snickered, leaning back into the couch, and Hunter froze as Willow leaned over him to grab a handful of popcorn.

“Do you not like those,” Willow frowned, gesturing to the candy as the movie started.

“Huh? Oh, yeah, sorry,” He removed his arm off the couch and ripped open the bag.

Willow smiled, pleased she had remembered the right candy, and opened her mouth wide. He got the hint that she wanted him to give her a piece and he placed a candy on her tongue before flicking her nose and bravely throwing his arm back across the back of the couch. In a way, it was like his arm was around her shoulders, and the idea of it was enough to thoroughly distract him through the shit ass movie Luz was making them watch.

The three of them—and occasionally Vee—would send each other looks and hide their laughter while Luz and Amity cooed along to the movie in their own little world.

Somewhere in the middle(?) of the movie, Willow leaned closer into him, her mouth hot on his ear, “If they start making out, we’re spilling the popcorn on them.”

A smile spread across his face, and he leaned into her, “Captain, that was always the plan.”

She shivered against him as his breath tickled her ears, and he gave himself a mental pat on the back. One shy smile later, she was resting her head against his shoulder, and Hunter was sure that this definitely counted as cuddling. He steeled his nerves and let his arm drop from the couch to her shoulders, and to his greatest relief, Willow snuggled closer into him.

He was plotting his next move, when a flash of red caught his eye. Quickly, he shot his hand out and snatched Flapjack up mid-air before he could dive bomb Willow’s head.

“Ha! Gotcha,” He mocked, “too slow ya little shit!”

Willow still instinctively ducked as the rest of the room laughed.

“You’re getting faster, Hunter!” Luz cheered.

Amity gave them smug look, “guess that’s what you get for being so cozy.”

“Yeah,” Gus smirked, “leave a little room for the Titan guys.”

Willow covered her face with her hands, red in the ears, and over Flapjack’s indignant squawking said, “Okay, okay, I know, I hear ya. Too close. Got it.”

When they were able to start the movie again, Willow sat a whole couch cushion away from Hunter. Every few seconds, Hunter watched as she shot a cautionary glance at Flapjack, who stood guard on his shoulder. Clover, rustled out of a post-nectar snooze, now sat in Willow’s lap, glaring Flapjack down and buzzing for a fight.

To say the least, tensions were high for one-third of the room.

Hunter rolled his eyes, tossing a piece of popcorn to his Palisman. The lil’ shit didn’t deserve any, but he was still cute enough that Hunter quickly forgave him for being a complete cockblock.

Slowly, not to ruse Flapjack’s attention away from the screen, Hunter put his arm back over the couch, and stretched it enough that his fingers grazed against Willow’s back. She jumped a little, but when she determined it was him and not a ferocious pile of feathers, she sent him a tiny smile and leaned into the touch.

No one asked Hunter what his opinion of the movie was after it finally came to an end, which was perfectly fine by him. He had been too busy tracing soft patterns up and down Willow’s neck and back, watching as she shivered and chewed on her bottom lip to care about the movie. It was funny, though, getting to watch Luz quiz Willow on the movie because he was the only who knew why she couldn’t answer a single plot-related question.

Flapjack thought it was funny too, but for completely different (and mean) reasons.

(Willow was dumb. Flapjack was not. He was the superior birdy.)

—————

“Phew, okay,” Willow sat with a huff, “chores done, Luz and Amity are on their data, Vee and Gus are with the other humans, Ms. Camila said she’d be home late—”

“—and the Palisman are all down for their naps,” Hunter finished, sighing in relief as he looked over at Flapjack nestling into Ghost away from Clover.

“Jeez, it hasn’t been this quiet here, well, I don’t think ever.” Willow mused, tapping her fingers on her knees.

“Yeah,” Hunter agreed, “just the two of us for what, an hour?”

Willow chuckled, “It’s almost too quiet. Titan, what are we going to do with ourselves for an—”

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Hunter moaned as his back hit the closed door to his and Gus’s bedroom. He grasped around for the doorknob, but Willow’s tongue was too distracting against his own. It took him a total of three tries to get the dumb door open, and when they were in, he toed it shut once more. Lip-locked, they stumbled across the room until the back of Hunter’s legs hit the bed.

He sat down, pulling Willow on top of him so she straddled his lap, and continued scooching up the bed until he was against the headboard. Her hands tangled in his hair as his roved around her body like he was depraved. She broke the kiss first with a wet pop and sat back for a moment to gulp in a breath of fresh air.

Hunter, on the other hand, was fine losing the brain cells, and wasted no time pressing his mouth against the nape of her neck. Breathing hard and without thinking, he rocked his hips into hers and pulled a sound out of her that he prayed to the Titan would haunt his dreams later on. He pushed Willow onto her back and she allowed him to slip a hand up under her shirt.

As fuzzy as his mind was in that moment, he still had the cognitive capabilities to realize that his hand up Willow Park’s shirt was probably the closest he’d ever get to any kind of “paradise.” He was mulling over the revelation when a blood chilling peck knocked on the door.

Together they stilled, panting against each other, and Hunter almost convinced himself it had just been a regular house noise when, again, there was peck on the door. Then, another. And the pecks continued until it seemed like Flapjack was trying to drill his way through the wood.

“Flapjack,” Hunter groaned, letting his head fall into the crook of Willow’s neck, “go away, Hunter’s having alone time.”

The pecking stopped for one glorious minute, but the laugher Willow was trying to hold in escaped her, and the drilling started back up tenfold.

“Willow,” Hunter whined, “you blew it.”

She giggled, “I know, I know, but he doesn’t share well, does he?”

“I’m sorry,” He groaned, cursing the world to doom as he sunk further into the crook of her neck, “he’s just possessive.”

She pulled out from underneath him, laying back on her elbows. “I’m not mad,” She blushed and kissed his cheek, “unlike him, I’m excellent at sharing, and I respect dibs.”

“Dibs,” He snorted, rolling off her and onto his back, “is that what it’s called?”

She fixed her shirt back into place and smoothed down her hair before leaning over and giving him a final kiss. It broke too soon, so he pulled her back in for another one.

“We should probably let him in before he breaks the door,” She whispered against his mouth. He pouted, but let her go.

Willow stood up from the bed and smiled, “aw, come on, don’t pout, you’ll hurt his feelings!”

“He hurt mine first,” He moaned, tossing a pillow over his lap, and Willow laughed, opening up the door. She ducked as Flapjack swooped in, diving at her, and ushering her out the door.

“Sorry, Flapjack, I know. I’m going,” She giggled before turning to blow one final kiss at him, “see you later, Hunter.”

This didn’t please Flapjack in the slightest, but Hunter was smitten by it. A goofy smile spread across his face as he waved goodbye, and it didn’t go away until Flapjack gave him a good peck to the face.

“Ow!” Hunter hissed, rubbing his nose, “Flapjack! No!”

#huntlow #belos gonna come back and attack willow #but the jokes on him because she's been dodging a small and furious bird like nobody's buisness #so shes ready for anythin #especially aerial attacks #unedited #i give hunter a little game he deserves it as a treat but mostly i do it for Willow

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sacredthethreadgvf · 1 year

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not sure if i survived all the wedding content or not. i might be dead omg

-j

Listen…I’m still reeling over Josh and his suit and his stupid sexy adorable turtleneck and suit (I just know that turtle neck was soft as fuck and he probably smelled SOOO good)

And Jake and his hair ??? Tucked behind his ear ??? And unbuttoned shirt per usual ?!! (Also seeing Jake record Marcus and Briley while dancing cracks me up for some reason)

AND DANIEL?!

#my asks #my J 🤍#my sweet J anon I missed you last night #I was having a mental breakdown refreshing tagged photos on Instagram like nobodies buisness

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pavo-ocxllus · 2 years

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❝ 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬, 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡. 𝐚 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡, 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥; 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞? 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐢 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞? ❛ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐩; ❜ 𝐚 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧; 𝐛𝐮𝐭, 𝐢𝐟 𝐢'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧… 𝐢 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐢𝐭. ❞

★— 𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐨: 烏野高校

★— 𝐧𝐞𝐤𝐨𝐦𝐚: 音駒高校

★— 𝐟𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐢: 梟谷学園

★— 𝐚𝐨𝐛𝐚 𝐣𝐨𝐡𝐬𝐚𝐢: 青葉城西高校

★— 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐰𝐚: 白鳥沢学園

★— 𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐤𝐢: 稲荷崎高校

★— 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐡: 伊達工業高校

★— 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬: 他人様

❝ 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭, 𝐢'𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢'𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠!! ❞

#𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞.!#𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐮!! 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞.!#don't mind me #just casually spamming out m.lists like nobody's buisness #masterlist #m.list.#hq. m.list #haikyuu!! masterlist

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pirate-of-the-void · 3 months