#kashton

[itsatigersharkidiot]

After 6 ish hours of calling @mybrainisrottingat3am I made this art piece based off of our freaky ass conversations

(It’s about Layton’s tits)

[lei-lei-writez]

Chapter 2: Kashton

Kashton laid in his bed, struggling to wake up, his exhaustion taking over. That’s when his alarm went off again, after hitting snooze for the millionth time.

“Damn it…” He sat up groggily and rubbed his eyes. It was still quite early so he had plenty of time to get ready for school. He stumbled down the hallway to the bathroom, turning on the shower and getting in.

Kashton’s life wasn’t the most eventful, he didn’t have much to think about. He thought about what would be going on today, homework was due, he’d might hang out with his friends, maybe even hit the gym, all that kind of stuff. The warm water from the shower really helped soothe his muscles after his workout from yesterday.

As he stepped out of the shower, he wrapped a towel around his waist and headed to his room. He threw on a tank top and a pair of sweatpants for his outfit, nothing too crazy. He went to the kitchen where he made a smoothie for his breakfast and headed back up to his room.

Surprisingly the flavour combo for the smoothie he made today wasn’t that bad, he’d saw a recipe online and decided to try it. As he drank his smoothie he checked his phone, looking through his social media.

He checked his Snapchat, continuing his Snapstreaks and checking stories. “Amy and her boyfriend…Damian got food, shocker. Layton and Xavier…” He paused as he saw Layton’s story, she was with Xavier.

Kashton hated Xavier. He didn’t like how they were dating, Kashton had many bad feelings about him.

“Damn it…Layton, I wish you’d just leave him…”

He frustratedly put his phone in his pocket and picked up his backpack, putting his smoothie cup in the sink and heading out the door.

Kashton didn’t live very far from his school, it was only about a 5 minute walk, as he’d walk some other kids would wave to him or say hello to him, nothing too special.

Once he’d make it to school, he’d go to his class and prepare for the lesson. He’d try to pay attention in his classes, waiting for the lunch bell to ring. Once it did, he headed off to look for Layton.

As he walked down the hall he bumped shoulders with someone and out of all people, it was Xavier.

“Hey! Watch it, Kash!” Xavier also hated Kashton too, but they never showed it in front of Layton. “It’s not a big deal, calm the hell down!” Kashton said in a defensive tone. He gave Xavier another quick shove before continuing to find Layton.

Finally after a bit of searching, he found her, she waved and he waved back, giving her a smile. Sure, he felt like a third grader with all these feelings he had for Layton but they were just how he genuinely felt.

He then suddenly felt himself being shoved out of the way by Xavier, of course. Every time he saw Xavier he just wanted to rip him to shreds, not just because he had Layton but because he was just a terrible person yet Layton couldn’t ever see that. Because Xavier would hide it around her.

Kashton could hear the conversation that Xavier was having with Layton. He could hear all the nonsense spewing out of his mouth while he had to listen. Layton would occasionally say something herself and would even laugh, why couldn’t he be the one to make her laugh?

“Alright bae, I’ve gotta go, I promised I’d eat with my friends today.” Layton understandingly nodded “Alright, love you.” “Love you too.” Xavier gave her a peck on the cheek and headed off, smirking cockily at Kashton while doing so.

“So…you wanna eat lunch with me, Kashton?”

He immediately accepted “Yeah, of course.”

She began walking off to a spot in the cafeteria, Kashton following behind. Once they found a table, they began to eat the shitty food that was served.

“So, Layton? How is volleyball going?”

Layton stopped picking at her food “Oh it’s going great. My team is in division 3 which basically means we are definitely one of the better teams.”

Kashton nodded “Yeah, I still remember how badly I did in gym class during volleyball…”

Layton smiled “Hey, you weren’t that bad, I mean, everyone starts somewhere. I can teach you after school if you’d want to get more into it.”

Kashton smiled and he felt his face getting slightly warm, he always liked hanging out with Layton after school. “Yeah that’d be nice! And when hockey season comes around, I could show you how to skate.” Layton chuckled “You and your hockey stuff, I swear you’re obsessed.” Kashton shrugged “I guess you could say that.”

She smiled and looked down at her plate of whatever kind of mush she had been served, her face saddening. Kashton caught on to this immediately “Hey? What’s wrong?” Layton looked up at him “Oh, nothing. Just tired, I guess.” Kashton saw it in her facial expression that there was more to just ‘being tired’ but he didn’t want to question her any more. Eventually the bell rang and it was time to get back to classes.

During one of his classes which he was totally paying attention to, he decided to text Layton about hanging out after school. She knew she was also most likely not paying attention so he’d might as well take the chance before Xavier would try asking.

Kashton: “Hey Layton? I think we should totally hang out after school.”

Layton: “Alrighty then, I’m fine with that.”

Kashton: “K, meet me at that tree with the bench underneath.”

Layton: “Okee, I’ll bring my volleyball too.”

Kashton: “Sounds good, ttyl.”

Layton: “k byeee.”

Kashton set his phone down with a sigh, finally there was at least something to look forward to.

“Someone’s happy?”

Kashton jumped slightly and looked to the side.

“Dammit, Maxwell! Stop doing that shit!”

Maxwell, Kashton’s best friend leaned back in his chair. “You’re talking to Layton, I assume?” “Yes I am, so what?”

Max chuckled “Someone’s obsessed.”

Kashton rolled his eyes “No, I’m just tryna get closer to her.” Max sighed “Listen, the closest you’re getting to her is being her best friend, she’s with Xavier y’know?” Kashton sighed and nodded, he was right and there wasn’t really any denying it.

Max smirked “The way you look at her is hilarious though. I know I’m your head you’re thinking ‘Damn! I’ve gotta be with her! I wanna fuc—“ Kashton punched him in the arm. “Do NOT continue that sentence, man!” Max rubbed his arm while laughing “Oh come on! I just know you think of that!” Kashton’s face was becoming hot again “Just shut it.”

Max raised his hands in mock defence. “Fine.”

Kashton put his phone in his bag and sighed “Well, now I wait till the end of the day.” Max sighed “Good luck with that, with your level of patience, I can tell it’ll be difficult for you.”

After what felt like an eternity, the dismissal bell had rung and Kashton sprinted out of the school, dashing to the spot where him and Layton would meet. Once he was there, he caught his breath and began waiting for Layton. Kashton eagerly kept looking around, wondering when she’d been there and soon enough, he saw her approaching. He took note of her appearance, despite already seeing her today. The way her hair blew gently in the wind, her dark brown eyes looking up at him, her hips swaying as she walked, she even had her volleyball in hand just like she promised.

As soon as made it over to Kashton, he smiled widely at her, finally he could hang out with her. “Hey Layton.”

“Hey Kashton, I brought the volleyball. So where are we heading?”

“Um…how about my house?” Kashton asked.

“Sure! Let’s go then!”

As they began making their way to Kashton’s place, he tried to reach out to hold Layton’s hand but he realized he shouldn’t so he kept it at his side.

[cameronsprincess]

Kashton Landon Pierce aesthetic

the jokester but fucking psycho.

The Spade Brothers have me on my knees (Saint, Haidyn + Kashton) @drewstarkeyslut

[nyxchievous]

I just finished Carnage by Shantel Tessier and I don’t know what to do with myself because Saint is 🫠 and I NEED MORE

She’s obviously teed up Kashton and Jasmine for the next book but I need—NEED—Haidyn’s story so much more.

Even if I find all the name spellings throughout the series dumb and I’m glad I listen to the audiobooks

Falling asleep to fictional character gangbang fantasies now, byyye

[ofyearnings]

OPEN TO: m / f / nb

CHARACTER(S): cordelia palmer / 23 / college student / emily alyn lind & kashton michell / 24 / college student / archie renaux.

PLOT: in the source.

CONNECTION: one night stand !

      PUSHING OPEN THE DOOR TO her and kashton's bedroom, cordelia carefully carries the full cup of coffee over to the bedside table. the sweet, slightly bitter smell of freshly-ground beans fills the space, and it’s a scent most anyone would enjoy waking up to. or so she hopes. climbing back into bed next to the prone, sleeping figure of their guest, the blonde tries to wait patiently for them to wake up on their own. but soon she grows bored and decides to speed things up a bit. moving her hand to rest on their shoulder, she gently shakes them awake. “ wake up, sleepy head, ” she singsongs, an eager smile tilting up the corners of her lips.

      “ CORDY, ” KASHTON CHIDES FROM THE doorway, standing in only his boxers as he sips from his own cup. “ we probably wore them out last night. let them rest. ” still, he can’t fight the smile that blooms on his lips as he watches his girlfriend cuddle up next to the person they’d met at the bar the previous night. as per usual, most of the evening is a blur, but he does remember the incident that had led to them bringing said person home. they’d kissed cordelia, then kissed him to make sure there were no hard feelings. it had been downright adorable. how were they supposed to not take them home ?“ morning, ” he offers, noticing the eyes of their guest beginning to drift open. 

[ofyearningsarc]

closed started ( based on ) for @hcmevideos !

      “ YOU SLEPT WITH THEM ? ” DELFINA’S question is delivered in a shrill, piercing shriek as she jabs a finger in kashton’s direction. “ i knew it ! i knew you liked them. ” her tone turns triumphant and she crosses her arms over her chest and affects a standoffish pose. “ i can’t believe you. ” actually, she can. she’s noticed that the sexual tension between her boyfriend and their friend has been building for weeks now, but hasn’t said anything about it. mostly because the same sexual tension has been building between her and the very same friend for equally as long. so, she’s not shocked. and despite her reaction, she’s not all that mad about it, either. intrigued, maybe. but not mad. 

      “ I SLEPT WITH THEM ? ” KASHTON questions, arching an eyebrow as an amused smile plays on his lips. “ what about you, del ? ” he, too, isn’t surprised to hear that his girlfriend and their friend have been hooking up behind his back. he’s noticed the looks they share. the way they brush against each other when they think he isn’t paying attention. in all honesty, he’s only surprised that it’s taken this long to come out. “ we’re both sleeping with them. i fail to see how that’s a problem. ” he tilts his head to the side and glances from their friend to his girlfriend and back again. “ actually, it’s not a problem at all. it’s an opportunity. ”

[itsatigersharkidiot]

Layton and Kashton doodles

[nine-blessed-hero]

Also available on AO3

HAHA ASK TIME

"Sharing is caring. Now give me the hoodie."

i think that's what it was? anyways, you already KNOW who it's abt, that's right, baurus and martin.

please? also have this cat

and thank you so much!!💖💖💖

Hokay. Honestly, this... I don't even know. It’s 100% not going to be what you’re expecting, Moth. It’s 100% not what I was expecting to write. But like. When the Muses demand things of me, they usually get their way. So, yeah. Crossovers and Modern AUs for all! Hope you enjoy ☺️ Words: 1370 Tags: @aquadestinyswriting @viawrites-andacts @corkytheguar @arcane-elder-scrolls CW: None. This is pure 100% fluff

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Elo walked into the kitchen at 23 Acacia Ave, letting herself in through the double-glazed back door. The man sitting at the table glanced up from where he was doing a crossword puzzle. "Good evening, Elowyn," he said, putting down the pen and standing to flick the kettle on. "How was work?" Elo tossed her peaked cap onto the table, flicked open the brass buttons on her police uniform and peeled herself out of the blazer to dump it on the back of a chair. She leant against the chair for a moment, letting her head hang. "Yes. Hi. Sorry, Martin," she gave him a tired smile. "It was..." "A day?" "And a half," she added with a heavy exhalation.

"Tea?" "God, yes please." She ran her hands over her shoulders, working out the kinks. "What do you feel like?" "Honestly? A pint of vodka." Martin turned, his brown hair swaying gently, as he looked away from the cupboard with all their teas. "Elowyn?" he asked, his tone worried. She screwed her eyes closed. "I'm not... I'm not gonna. I just." She shook her head. "Goddamn, it was A Day. We got our funding cut again. That programme I worked so hard to get going – the one with the drug counsellors for teens? – I can't afford it any more. I'm gonna have to let them go." She passed a wearied hand over her face. "Oh, Elowyn. I'm so sorry," he said. "If there's anything I can do, you will tell me?" "Thank you. Yes. Can we talk about it tomorrow? I'm way too tired to think right now." Martin hummed his agreement and turned back to the cupboard, riffling the boxes and jars of teas. "I think you could do with some Ginger..." he murmured, selecting the correct jar and setting about preparing the brew. Elo tucked herself into the chair while he bustled around. "How was your day?" Elo asked, pulling out her phone, setting it to silent and deliberately putting it face down on the table. "I'm still not allowed in the office for long stints, so after I met with the Canterbury Diocese, I spent most of my afternoon helping Mrs Higgins weed the garden." Martin leant back against the counter, glancing out of the back window as he played with his dog collar. "I think we shall have a very healthy crop of vegetables come summer." "Oh that would be amazing," Elo said as the kettle came to a boil. Martin placed a steaming cup of Ginger and Honey tea in front of her, taking his cup of Roobios back to his seat. She aimed a grin at him. "You haven't lived until you've tried Mrs Higgins' ratatouille. She puts so much garlic in it. So much. It's incredible." Martin smiled back. "I very much look forward to it." Elo looked around. "Where's Baurus?" she asked, wincing at how long it had taken her to notice the absence of Martin's ever-present shadow. Not that anyone could blame the American, not after what happened in February... "He's in the study, checking in with Jauffre." The two settled into a companionable silence then, with Martin serenely going back to his crossword and Elo filling her head with the scent of the tea, instead of work thoughts.

Their companionable silence was shattered when the front door swung open with a crash, the sound of loud voices spilling in. "I'm telling you," came a high lilting voice, "sharing is caring! Now give me the hoodie!" "Nope!" came a more masculine voice. "It's my official hoodie. I can't just go letting waifs and strays like you cop a-hold of it!" Elowyn and Martin winced at the same time. "Snotgrut! Do not slam the nieking door!" Elo bellowed. "Aderyn, stop antagonizing the Police, please!" Martin called with a roll of the eyes. "He's not gonna be Police if he keeps this up much longer," Elo grumbled, and Martin shot her a smile as the two came tumbling into the kitchen. "Hi Aunty 'Lo," Aderyn said, pressing a kiss to Elo's cheek. "I'm younger than you are," Elo said, tilting her face to accept the kiss anyway, her tone gruff despite the smile threatening to twitch into existence. "Still my Aunty though," Aderyn sing-songed at her. Elo rolled her eyes as the sprightly auburn-haired girl jumped up to sit on a counter. "Yes," she replied. "Don't sit on the worktop!" "What's for dinner, Uncle Martin?" Snotgrut said. Martin laughed. "I swear you two live in a constant state of hunger. It's shepherd's pie." There was a beat of silence as the two women and Snotgrut glanced at each other. Martin sighed. "Don't worry, Baurus made it." The two rambunctious members gave a cheer, and Elo laughed.

They chatted a while longer when the doorbell went. Feet pounded down the stairs. "I've got it!" Baurus yelled. The door was indeed got, and Elo listened as Baurus' bayou-drawl mingled with a sharp London twang, warm nordic tones, and the friendly rolling accent of Yorkshire. She sat up straight. "Wait. I'd know that voice anywhere. What's Farren doing here?" she asked, her tone worried. Martin gave her a curious frown. "Have you forgotten what day it is?" he asked. "No... It's," Elo looked at her watch, "Thursday?" Martin gave her a gentle smile. "It's the monthly 'let's see how many people we can squeeze around the dining table' day." "... Oh." Baurus swept into the kitchen with Enisa, Kashton and Farren cramming themselves in behind him. "Aderyn, get off the counter," the American said, crossing over to Martin. He bent down, as Martin tipped his head back to share a kiss. "How's Jauffre?" Elo asked once they were done. "Still thinking of ways to get you into the private sector," Baurus told her. From the doorway, Farren snorted. "Never gonna happen, is it Bug?" "Aye," said Snotgrut from where he leant on the counter next to Aderyn. "After all, where else is she going to find such prime specimens to work with?" The little man aimed a wink at Farren. Elo laughed. "I'm gonna fire the both of you and promote Adalhard," she joked. "I don't get no back-chat from her." Snotgrut responded by sticking out his tongue with a grin. Baurus clapped his hands. "Right, it is lovely to have you all," he said, "but I gotta ask y'all to get outta my kitchen!" Chatter stilled, as Elo raised her eyebrows. "Listen, honey," Baurus said to her. "While I'm cooking in it, it's my kitchen. Unless you fancy making dinner for this horde?" Fighting a grin, Elo promptly stood up. "My cup of tea and I are going upstairs to change," she announced with a prim tone. "Aderyn, you're on table-laying duty-" "Aww what? I did it last time." "Then don't sit on the counter!" came a chorus of voices. Snotgrut giggled, as Aderyn's shoulder drooped. "Fine," she whined. "Snotgrut, you're helping her," Elo said. He just shrugged and nodded. "Kas," Elo continued, "you're on drinks duty. Farren: you, Adalhard, and I are on washing up and putting away." Martin leant back to look up at Baurus, his arm slung over the back of his chair to hug the American by the waist. "Is there anything you need help with, Darling?" he asked. "Naw, I'm good," Baurus said. "I've only got a few last-minute things to whip-up." "I don't mind carrying things to the table if you want," Enisa piped up. Baurus nodded to her, then shared a look with Elo. "Actually, Padre, I've got a very important task for you," Elo said, failing to suppress a smile. "Oh?" "Mm. Your mission, should you chose to accept it, is to sit in front of the fire and play with the cats. Aurianna and Ardyss need some attention before dinner." It took a moment, but then Martin tipped his head back, letting out a loud guffaw. "I do believe you're all coddling me," he said. "But yes. Of course. Can't have the kitties starved of attention." "Excellent. I'll be down in a tick to help with the table," Elo said, and squeezed out of the kitchen as everyone went about their allotted tasks.

[ofyearnings]

name: kashton mitchell. // age: mid 20's. // gender: cis male. // pronouns: he/him. // occupation: college student. // romantic: panromantic. // sexual: pansexual. // position: switch. // faceclaim: archie renaux.

kashton mitchell navigates college life with a laidback demeanor and a quick wit. his journey began with tragedy, losing his mother during childbirth, an event that left him carrying the burden of blame from his abusive father. enduring years of mistreatment, kashton found his solace in education. as soon as the opportunity arose, he seized the chance to escape to college, using a facade of even-tempered flirtation and cocky charm to mask the emotional scars.

[itsatigersharkidiot]

AAAAH TY <3

Some doodles

Layton and Maxwell belong to @lei-lei-artz

[pupsmailbox]

STARTING WITH K

MASCULINE︰ kade. kaden. kaeden. kai. kaiden. kairo. kaison. kaleb. kalvin. kam. kamari. kamden. kameron. kameryn. kane. kannon. karl. karson. karter. kasen. kasey. kash. kashton. kason. kayden. kaysen. kayson. keanu. keaton. keegan. keith. kellan. kelley. kelly. kelsey. kelvin. ken. kendrick. kenith. kennedy. kenneth. kenny. kenrick. kent. kenton. kenyon. kenzo. kermit. kester. kev. kevan. kevin. kevyn. khalil. kian. kiaran. kieran. kieron. killian. king. kingsley. kingston. kip. kirby. kirk. kit. klaus. klay. klein. knox. koa. kobe. koby. koda. kodey. kody. koen. kohen. kolby. kole. kolton. konnor. korbin. korey. kory. krew. kris. kristopher. kurt. kurtis. kylan. kyle. kylen. kyler. kylo. kynaston. kyng. kyree. kyrie. kyro. kyson.

FEMININE︰ kacey. kacie. kadence. kae. kaelea. kaelee. kaelyn. kaety. kaia. kaila. kailani. kailee. kailey. kailyn. kaitlin. kaitlyn. kaitlynn. kalani. kaleigh. kaley. kali. kalia. kalie. kaliyah. kalla. kallee. kallie. kalyn. kalysta. kam. kameron. kamila. kamille. kamiyah. kamryn. kandace. kandi. kara. karaugh. karen. karena. karina. karissa. karla. karlee. karlene. karly. karol. karolyn. karrie. karsyn. karyn. kasandra. kasey. kassandra. kassia. kassidy. kassie. kassy. kat. kataleya. katalina. kate. katee. katelin. katelyn. katelynn. katey. katharine. katharyn. katherina. katherine. katheryn. katheryne. kathi. kathie. kathleen. kathlyn. kathryn. kathy. katie. katlyn. katrina. katriona. katy. kay. kaya. kaycee. kayden. kaydence. kaye. kayla. kaylan. kaylani. kayleah. kaylee. kayleen. kayleigh. kaylen. kayley. kaylie. kaylin. kayly. kaylyn. kaylynn. keanna. keara. keeleigh. keeley. keely. kehlani. keighley. keila. keilani. keira. keitha. kelcey. kelda. kelia. kelleigh. kelley. kelli. kellie. kelly. kelsea. kelsey. kelsi. kelsie. kemari. kendal. kendall. kendra. kenna. kennedi. kennedy. kensley. kenya. kenzie. kerena. keri. kerri. kerrie. kerry. kestrel. kevyn. keyla. khaleesi. khloe. kiana. kianna. kiara. kiarra. kiera. kierra. kiersten. kiki. kiley. kilie. kim. kimber. kimberlee. kimberleigh. kimberley. kimberly. kimberlyn. kimbra. kimmie. kimmy. kinley. kinsey. kinslee. kinsleigh. kinsley. kira. kirby. kirrily. kirsten. kit. kitty. kizzie. kizzy. kolleen. kora. kori. korrine. kortney. kourtney. kris. krista. kristal. kristeen. kristen. kristi. kristia. kristie. kristin. kristina. kristine. kristy. krystal. krystelle. krysten. krystina. krystine. krystle. kyla. kylee. kyleigh. kylie. kym. kyra. kyrie. kyrsten.

NEUTRAL︰ kacey. kade. kadence. kaelin. kahlo. kai. kaiser. kal. kalani. kale. kaleidoscope. kalvin. kamari. kamdyn. kameron. kami. kamryn. kane. kapri. kari. karsen. karson. karsten. karsyn. karter. kartier. kase. kasey. kash. kashmir. kasper. kass. kassidy. kat. kayce. kaycee. kaydence. kaylin. keagan. kearney. keary. keaton. keegan. keelan. keifer. kel. kelby. kell. kellan. kellen. kelley. kellsie. kellson. kelly. kelsey. kelton. kendall. kenley. kennedy. kenneth. kent. kenzie. kerry. kestrel. kevin. khai. khalil. khari. khaza. kick. kiel. kieran. killian. kim. kimberly. king. kingsley. kingston. kinsey. kip. kipling. kirby. kirin. kit. kitkat. kitt. kitty. klaus. knives. knowledge. knowlton. knox. koa. koah. kobe. kobi. koda. kodi. kody. kohen. kolby. konstantin. konstantine. kooper. kopin. korbyn. kori. kory. kris. kristen. kristian. kristoff. kryptonite. kurt. kyan. kyle. kylian. kylin. kylo. kymani. kyo. kyree. kyrie. kyro.

[itsatigersharkidiot]

Announcement! :3

So if you’ve been following me for a while, you may remember me talking about UnScored (my unwind fan fic, au, thingy? Idfk) anyways, after a while of procrastinating and working on other stuff, I’ve finished Chapter One! If you want to read UnScored, go to the account @lei-lei-writez

Thanks, happy reading <3

[goddslayerr]

And suddenly, Ashton doesn't seem as enthusiastic anymore about greeting their captain.

"...uh, great. Yeah, that sounds good." They raise their eyebrow, rocking back and forth on the heels of their boots. "So... is that what you've got in the bag? The, uh... meat..?"

"CAPTAIN!! HII!!!!"

ASHTON!!!!!! HI!!!!!!

(He is dragging a comically large bag behind him, blood seeping through onto the ground)

I was JUST about to start dinner! You’re just in time buddy! How does burgers sound?

[cameronsprincess]

Saint’s sweetheart, Haidyn’s baby girl, Kashton’s sweet cheeks 😩🖤

@drewstarkeyslut we deserve the Spade Brothers

[lliinnkk]

Insomnia

Content: creepy whumper; intimate whumper; non human whumper: defiant whumpee

Word Count: 630

It was quiet and dark, a dim orange light twinkling softly from the lamp on the bedside table. The embrace Fuyune was being held in from behind was strong but limp from sleep. The six fingered hands wrapped around his waist were a lovingly disgusting cage under the thick duvet's warmth.

His body was bruised and battered, exhausted from the abuse, taking in and out deep calm breaths. The clock ahead read 3am. Despite his eyes begging for sleep, Fuyune still felt not a shred of fatigue.

The insomnia wasn't unfamiliar to him but it wouldn't be as bad if he couldn't feel a certain man's chest pressed against his back and breath tickling his hair. He felt the most desperate need to stay awake. Solon was asleep now but if, even for a second, Fuyune let his guard down, who knows what mercies he might withhold from him while his allies were unaware.

With no escape or even an inane entertainment, he had nowhere to turn but his thoughts. His face showed nothing, comfortably nestled into his pillow, but all he could feel was rage. A pure and incomparable, constant feeling seated deep in his chest, the only thing he could seem to think about.

He asked Kashton for advice once about how he dealt with their situation. Kash had always been a very emotional person, always the first one to start crying and screaming whenever the situation called for it (or whenever it didn't) so Fuyune found it quite strange when everyone's lives got turned upside down and yet Kash, of all people, looked the calmest about it.

When he found out, he wasn't surprised: Kash had learned to lean into and enjoy the abuse he was subjected to. Being a very dependent person already, it was like second nature learning to give up total free will and submit to someone else completely.

Fuyune didn't take to this as easily. It's not that he didn't try, he really did. He tried so hard. But to even attempt stung his chest and made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end, as though he were violently allergic to the very concept. It left a bad taste in his mouth recalling it. Maybe that method worked for others but not for Fuyune. There was no way he could ever love this.

The only thing he could possibly feel toward this man and this life was hatred. There was nothing that Solon hadn't taken from him. He took his body parts, his strength and his dignity. He took his privacy and autonomy and his identity. He took his entire future.

He used to have everything. A family, a legacy, power, a reputation, expectations. His life didn't look like his anymore. Did he even still have the right to call himself Fuyune? If not, what specifically was the moment that had robbed him of that title? Had it slowly decayed over time or was he doomed the moment he set foot on that island?

It didn't matter. At the end of the day, it was all Solon's fault. He was the one who put him on that island. Fuyune's life was destroyed in the lonely office room that day, the first day he met Solon face to face.

After that day, the torture continued and today it continued still. November. It had almost been a whole year since the beginning of all this and in a few weeks it would begin again with new victims. But still with the same old Solon. Fuyune prayed for the safety of whoever might come after him, that Solon might show them more mercy than he did to him, but the prayer wasn't a hopeful one.

No, Fuyune wasn't hopeful. He was never hopeful.

Fuyune was angry. So, so very angry.

[jollofhome]

Why queer people are better parents

I joked with a friend about it but I'm doin' this forreal with research

Emapthy

I could only find results from gay men being compared to straight ones, but they show that gay men are less aggressive than straight ones (good for the children), and show higher levels of empathy (also good for the children)

2. 2 parent homes

The first time I looked up divorce rates by demographic (well my dad did but potato potahto), gay marriages had the lowest rate, compared even to christians :P We still do, with 5% divorce rates that only Hindus compare to. Everybody wants two parent homes, right?

3. Community

If it takes a village to raise a child, having a powerful community, such as a queer one, is good. from my personal experience, my town's queer discord is full of plans for a meetup every other day, Community where people suggest therapies and art and everything else inbetween. It's heartwarming to know I can grow up into that community.

4. Names

The joke I made with my friend is that queer people are the best because they choose better names for themselves than Kashton, Vivienne Marcheline, Juvernón, Donald (not that wierd but wayyy too old), and Magtanggol. (Yes I went to lengths to insult someone on every continent :') I'm a terrible person)

Yes homophobes we're coming for your children and we're raising them the best. Deal with it.

sources

Aggression, empathy and sexual orientation in males Divorce Rate in America: 48 Divorce Statistics [Updated 2023]