#NOT THE ONLY DELUSIONAL ONE ANYMORE

[shootingstareon]

and in that dying summer heat, you took my hand and smiled

separate and blur/textless version!

[spoopieere]

Birdie (Chromeskull/Preston Angst)

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Author's Note: Hey so uh;; @spoopieere - I finished it already!

A crosses (Jesse Cromeans[Chromeskull]/Preston) fanfic that takes place after the second movie!

ANGST INSUES!!

(And don't worry! This will be on my AO3 as well soon!)

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Jesse sat himself down on Preston's bed. His brain betrayed him as he remembered all those times he had woken up next to his Birdie.

Birdie- that was an old nickname. One that wasn't used propperly for at least 5 years. Jesse used to call Preston that when it was just the two of them. When Spann would leave Jesse's office, he would look up to Preston, who stood dutifully next to him, and call him Birdie.

Just to get him to blush, of course. Jesse used to think it was cute; that *Preston* was cute.

Those wanting hands that clinged to Jesse's nightshirt, the way Preston's voice would urge him back to bed, the way he would look at Jesse- pathetic and small. The idiot really fell in love with Jesse- and that wasn't his fault.

He didn't tell Preston to do that. The fool just did it on his own- he brought everything upon himself.

Cromean's eyes wandered down to his feet, where the empty bottles of wine littered the carpet. They were all Merlot- and from the brand that Preston swore by. He used the same wine to cook with, as well as drink.

Well, mostly drink nowadays, it would seem.

Jesse's mind wandered back to the kitchen- he hoped Preston saved some of his recipes. He missed his cooking, and how the smell of home cooked food clung to Preston.

No, that was it. Just the food. Jesse missed nothing else.

He took a meditative breath, and caught a whiff of Preston's scent. He nearly choked on it- as if he wasn't expecting it. Everywhere, it smelled like Preston- the whole mansion was a window into the man's charmed life.

The walls were adorned with classy modern art- interpretive, "conversation pieces" Preston had called them. But, the walls were mostly adorned with various shark and tropical fish bones. Framed protectively behind thick glass with their scientific names engraved into tiny gold plaques. Jesse never cared to admire either.

Marine Biology was one of Preston's hobbies. Next to cooking and caring for that rat with wings.

Jesse wondered what he did with it. Or, was the pigeon even still alive?

Maybe that was one of the things that affected Preston's mood? Next to him finding out that Jesse had been seeing a girl, and was going to marry her after 5 years. Cromeans could still remember his Birdie's face.

How his shoulders squared and his frown tightened. And those broken eyes, like a thread finally snapped.

Just to test his boundaries, Jesse sensually rubbed his hand on Preston's shoulder, later that day. He was met with a small, spiteful, swat.

*"I'm not in the mood,"* His Birdie spat.

No romance, no sex, no real connection at all. There was no reason to continue his relationship with Preston. So, Jesse iced him out, and it worked too well.

Cromeans forced himself to stand- no point in lingering in the past. What's done, was done- and, besides, he had work to do. His workload doubled, ever since Preston's death. He was willing to deal with it.

(It was a lesser load than the awkward guilt that would occasionally tug at Jesse. But only when he would make, accidental, eye contact with Preston.)

Ironic, Jesse originally called Preston "Birdie" because he saw him as something he could keep, as long as the cage was gilded.

He was wrong.

[javierduffy]

in my head, kieran survived the o’driscoll kidnapping, but by the time he’d got back to shady belle after someone found him bleeding out in the street and took him to the doctor, the gang was gone, and he took the opportunity to escape the gang lifestyle, running off to strawberry and beginning work with the timber folks

years later, you can find him at pronghorn ranch in epilogue 1, lovingly tending to the horses in the barn when you go to scoop the manure, and he’s made an honest living for himself. and the o’driscolls are gone because sadie killed then all and he is finally safe and happy is anyone listening can anyone hear me

[customizablefriend]

My true self still loves Tommyinnit I am still an inniter at heart I have not changed

[emizzzleblur]

George and Lewis are the new brocedes that..

Max and Daniel are the new brocedes this…

YOU FOOLS

Logan and Oscar

Lewis started at McLaren

Oscar is starting at McLaren

Nico started at Williams

Logan is starting at Williams

Childhood besties and still close friends

Have raced together on the same team in junior series

Oscar has always been more successful

Oscar is thriving while Logan is struggling

A new (possible) team Andretti (American) is entering the sport that could recruit the one American driver on the grid

You know who joined a new team after Willams that shared a nationality with them... Nico…

Oscar and Lewis were marked as possible WDCs right away after their remarkable McLaren rookie seasons

are the new brocedes!!

[daylighteclipsed]

I finished Rebirth! The last leg of the game gave big KH vibes imo (the name of the last chapter (End of the World) is even the name of the last level/world in KH1). But that ending was crazy. Does Cloud, like, know Aerith is dead, or is he so deep in denial that he thinks she’s alive?

[bitchkay]

Saligia cup 2nd midway rankings

HE WENT DOWN A SPOT⁉️⁉️⁉️

[hpdfag]

i need to ramble hold on. spawns in a cut so that people dont get blasted by unfiltered posting on their dash. i feel the need to disclaim that im only like 50% lucid right now so this might be disorganized or complete word salad i can't really tell right now

i love him so much it feels like it's consuming me from the inside out. i don't want to do anything that isn't for him. the only reason i haven't quit my job is because i want to make him proud of me. even playing games makes me guilty, because i know it's not with him. i married harvey in stardew. i ate the stardrop for getting 12 hearts as i kissed him. the taste reminded me of hinata. it's a strange irony.

this false body feels like it's trapping me, keeping me from achieving my true metamorphosis. there are streetlights glimmering in the distance. as i try to move towards them they always fade away. the morning will come in 7 hours and 43 minutes and the sun will rise and it won't blind me awake. i'm not reverent enough.

i should pray. not to jesus, not to any other false prophet. i should pray to Him. maybe that will bring me salvation? maybe that will free me from this hell? maybe it happened because i was unworthy of being one of his trusted apostles. if i was as holy as he was it would have been different, i would still have been beneath him but i would have served my divine purpose as his servant.

but that's not important. i dont think. im jor sure. i hate it. i hate Him. i feel like i should Worship him. there's a certain something i still havent fixed a glitch in my code i need ocean breeze summer sun beach sand shining brilliance he's perfect i need him i need warm sun and dry land i need to be with him on the floor i need to hold him i need need need need need need need.

more than air more than food more than clean clothes more than water more than anything else more than i need this terrible mortal life i need to become worthy for him of his love of his care of his touch i wont deny that i selfishly want him to hold me and touch me even though im unworthy even though im no more than dirt beneath him i desire him so deeply

[theskoomacat]

M*uthwashing was good, the only things i didn't enjoy lie in the area of writing (but so do some things i enjoyed the most!) - but I expected more from it? kinda?

[blackknight-100]

Once in a while, one of the blogs you frequent will choose to post something so viscerally hateful that it will make your blood boil. At that point, remind yourself to step away and NOT ENGAGE. These people are waiting for the quarrel and the attention. DO NOT TALK TO THEM, DO NOT ARGUE WITH THEM, DO NOT YELL AT THEM, DO NOT-

[tariah23]

I’ve been writing some goiji and it made me think of you! I hope you have been having a decent time. Ijichi nation is rising 🫡

This ask is akin to dangling my favorite treats in front of my face, I feel like a cat about to attempt to wake up their owner because they’re hungry AF

[yesyoutubeisruiningmylife]

very heartbroken right now:((((

[tardis--dreams]

I can write 5 term papers à 8000 words in 2 months!

[prodkeiji]

ep 9 is a lot to process uhm

[thousandyearphantombunker]

Or another direction- you are indeed the person they loved but your realizing everyone's perception of you is wildly different from how perceive yourself or their perception of you had changed drastically- and with everyone telling you that you came back wrong- you start to believe it. either way it fucks up your sense of identity and now your scrambling to either actually fit the identity for yourself you originally thought you had or are aggressively trying to fit into how your loved ones perceive you or want you to be like.

You discover your best friend is in love with you and force yourself to reciprocate or you find out that your close co worker always thought you were annoying and bad at your job. You force yourself to reciprocate your friends feelings- did you have romantic moments? Did he love you this whole time?- is your memory fuzzy/wrong? It's as clear as day in your head but everyone is insisting things went down differently- that your the one that's different.

You used to light up the room with your jokes and clownery! you were always so unserious and silly- according to your mother but you remember being angry and serious which she doesn't like very much it seems. You try to be the son you once were according to your mother but she insists it's all wrong or maybe out of anger you aggressively try and show her you've always been serious - that isn't you and never will be.

You question if you ever knew your co worker and try to be less annoying - your identity was the smart mouthed witty guy but maybe that was wrong and your just dumb? Everything about you is exactly the same as before you died in terms of your personality and memories but your perception of yourself is different from how others saw you.

your mom put you on a pedestal of eternal babyhood/innocence after you died- you don't see her little baby boy in the mirror you see a 35 year old with a shitty office job and a car

your friend had harbored these feelings for years and read your actions as romantic because of those feelings

your coworker always hated you but was just being nice/professional about it and you read the room wrong because your way worse at social skills than you thought

Etc

This could be some great psychological horror honestly

I love the "came back wrong" trope but from the opposite side.

Imagine you are dead. And then you are RIPPED from the embrace of decay into the world of the living again. Your memories are hazy and you don't recognize any of these people, but they act like they're close to you? Like they love you? So you try to get your memories back, to act like you belong here, but everybody tries to forget you died. And you can't. It is omnipresent. And just trying to grapple with that fact pushes the people who "love" you away, and they're incapable of understanding, and they're so confused, what's wrong N̶̄̀O̶͛͗T̷̉́ ̷͋͝Y̴̎̌Ȍ̴̈U̸̓R NÄM̴̃͑E̵̾̇? And you just need them to understand, you aren't that person! You aren't! You don't know who that person is! You don't know why any of this is happening, but they're unwilling to bend, they keep insisting you are that person, your memories will come back, everything will be normal again, and you want to scream and cry and claw yourself open to show them you're different. Your existence as a being wholly separate from whoever you "used to be" is a sin unto itself. All you can do is scrabble for life and to them, you're killing whoever they loved to do it.

just. lots of fun in that concept, you know?

[gay-dorito-dust]

How’d they react to you calling them bro or dude whilst in a pre-established relationship…(platonic/romantic)

Dick: he’s insulted.

Gutted.

He will try to give you the silent treatment for such a shameful thing but ultimately fails as he ends up being the one pawing at you for attention.

‘Do you still like me? Or did you just run out of cute nicknames to call me?’ He’d say one night as your both cuddling in bed together. ‘If it’s the later then I can help you find something, just please spare me and don’t call me dude or bro anymore.’

He’d rather you call him Richard-wait, no he hates that even more because to him you’re not meant to use his fully name, only cutesy nicknames that’d make a grown man sick to his stomach. Nothing else would suffice other than Dickie bird, handsome, babe, hunk, honeybun or anything that wasn’t his name.

He’s go mad or would act delusional and say that everything was fine when everyone could tell that it wasn’t. People who know him have personally came to you and begged you to stop calling him dude/bro because he kept talking their ears off about how his beloved partner is torturing him, which ends up torturing them even more upon hearing about his relationship issues.

Dick would even consult Hayley on what he did wrong, only for Hayley to look at him with those big, big eyes of hers. This was not her level of expertise unfortunately. (Head empty, no thoughts. She can’t do her abc’s guys it’s a real tragedy.)

Jason: ‘I just had my tongue down your throat just now and you had to go and ruin the mood by calling me bro. What the fuck.’ - Jason at some point.

It’s a whole mood killer for him to be honest.

He’s calling you things like chipmunk or sweetheart but here you were calling him dude and bro. He knows for a fact that he’s well and truly out of the friend zone because the shit you’ve done together isn’t platonic in any sort of way.

Thinks Roy had set you up to call him dude or bro behind his back. (He hasn’t)

Jason is petty and will get his own back by referring you as ‘just a really good friend’, ‘buddy o’ mine’ or even worse than both of those; ‘chum.’ 💀

When you go low, Jason was more then willing to go to the depths of fucking hell to the point it had become a game to see who’d call out just how stupid this all was, and at the both of you for ever thinking that this was an excellent idea in the first place.

You’ll probs get punished…I’m just going to leave it there and let your minds guess what that ‘punishment’ was exactly.

Damian:

As much as Damian hates it when you call him Dami, he hates it when you call him dude or bro even more, if that’s even possible.

Damian hates it when you call him dude or bro. He’s not your dude or bro, he’s your partner and he expects no less then darling, my heart or my beloved.

So you calling him dude or bro is more than enough reason for him to give you the silent treatment.

‘Until you learn that I am your partner, I won’t want to be anywhere near you if you’re going to keep calling me your bro or dude. It is a disservice to who I actually am to you.’ He says with a huff and beckons Titus to follow, only for the Great Dane to be left confused as to why his human parents were at a disagreement over something silly.

Also Titus, Ace, Jerry, Alfred the cat, Goliath and BatCow are children of divorce because I said so.

So it’s bests that you apologise while you still can because Damian can hold a grudge unlike any other. Even if you didn’t, you’d still crack first before Damian and quickly put an end to calling him dude/bro.

He just thinks being called a dude/bro when in a pre-established relationship is an insult.

He can take a joke but not when it’s aimed at his relationship. He’s well and truly devoted to his relationship -if we’re to completely ignore the whole being Robin thing- that it might as well be an insult towards him too at this point.