#they saw a socially inept emo guy and said

[another-atom]

currently on episode 5 of the dn drama. why is L so fucking cunty

[pridewhatpride]

do you have any gx rivalshipping hcs!! im super curious on your take of them :]

When I saw this ask my immediate reaction was thinking: "Yes, I have an excuse to talk about gx rivalshipping, YES."

So yeah. I love this ship a lot, like a whole damn lot and it's a little hard to explain why, especially when gx has so many open possibilities for romances involving Judai. By which I mean two, really, and Manjoume is not one of them (sadly for me). I am referring to Yubel and Johan, by the way, I refuse to acknowledge Asuka as a love interest.

I'll start off with a bit of fluff headcanons?

Manjoume thinks Winged Kuriboh is really cute and that its friendly and fluffy appearance screams Judai, in a way. But he will never admit it because of what that might imply for him and the Ojamas.

Manjoume is fueled by caffeine and monster, he only really starts to recognise how nice it can be to have a meal because of how much Judai enjoys his food. He tries to sit at the table with him with dumb excuses.

Judai feels a bit guilty for how his actions impacted Manjoume's life, but Manjoume generally tells him that it's fine, it's better this way, that he's never this happy, that the only reason why Judai should maybe feel bad about it is because of his tendency to get overly invested in other people's problems and getting hurt in the process. Judai responds with bear hugs.

Manjoume brags about Judai a lot, actually. "Oh you think that's cool? One time Judai managed to do a backflip, you loser." "Slifer reds suck, but they do have redeeming qualities, by which I mean one of them is actually good."

Judai likes to indulge himself in the thought that he's Manjoume's most trusted, that he's the only one who could ever be allowed to have that many incriminating pictures of him. Because Judai just loves taking candid pictures of Manjoume. He thinks he looks and and cool in every situation, so yeah. A part of him does it because he has an inexplicable fear of forgetting people and the way they look, but he just can't say why that is.

They hang out in silence a lot, but once they start talking they just never stop. You'll find them on the beach at 3 am with a smiling Manjoume listening to Judai go on about how crazy it is that you can fry food in so many different ways and how he once caught a butterfly as a kid and named it Kujaku.

They share their music a lot, so Manjoume's tastes switch from just emo to fast paced rap and the weirdly happy sounding songs about very morbid things Judai listens to (plus emo). Judai starts to enjoy a bit of angry screaming into microphones thanks to Jun. Do they sing along like idiots as they share earphones? Yes. Is Manjoume mesmerised by Judai's singing voice? Also yes.

Judai loves hiking and sometimes invites Manjoume, but because he's a lot weaker and has less stamina, they take it slow. Manjoume keeps cursing himself for being slow and dead weight, but Judai is just happy to have a companion. Admittedly, going slower makes the walks better as he has the time to enjoy the scenery properly. He never teases Jun about his lack of physical training.

Now... I wanted to talk about my general view on the ship, plus headcanons I guess, but this is going to be EVEN LONGER (you are getting more than you asked for, your fault for enabling me, really). For the sake of the sanity of mobile users, I'm adding a cut so nobody has to unwillingly scroll through endless text.

On to the the juice, then. My thoughts on the ship. Manjoume and Judai are, of course, the rivals of the series and, if my thoughts on rivalry weren't clear enough, I am one of those people. It's just really romantic to me. What is very interesting about the two of them specifically is that they are polar opposites in the way the reason why they play, throughout the whole series. Hell, their views end up getting reversed completely: Manjoume goes from "if I don't win I'm gonna have a breakdown breakdown" to "losing is ok, as long as I enjoy the game and am true to myself", while Judai does the 180 from "I really just love playing cards with my friends, who cares about the outcome, it's fun" to "I have card game related trauma, nobody speak to me, games are only an excuse to assert a sort of power scale and honestly fuck that".

Manjoume is sort of the only person in the 'friend group' (he's never actually part of it, sadly, literally only Judai and Fubuki like him) to not idolise Judai, not explicitly. He clearly has an admiration for Judai from the beginning, but he is adamant on expressing it as hatred towards for being better than him. A part of me feels that a lot of his superior act is meant to try and fool himself and Jaden into thinking that he's a worthy rival, because I know for a fact that Manjoume doesn't believe that. He wants it to be true, yes.

What I am trying to get at is that Judai is probably a little confused by the fact that Manjoume doesn't drool all over him like the rest of the school does, but it soon becomes a crutch. Judai is under a lot of pressure because he is the hero who will save everyone and people like to remind him of how much they count on him. Manjoume is in it for Judai. He wants to be acknowledged by him, he wants his recognition and his attention, but he never asks for help or expects Judai to fix his problems for him. Judai is probably thankful for that.

Manjoume is also really scared of being left behind and cast aside as soon as he stops being useful and that's exactly what the writers do to him!!! hooray!, but Judai keeps insisting that he's not a bad guy, that he's fun to be around, that he's competent. Manjoume doesn't really believe all that that much, but Jaden keeps playing him despite his repeated losses and to Jun that's the equivalent of someone kissing his tears away. Manjoume only learns to accept his losses and shortcomings because Judai did it for him first.

So basically Manjoume is the only one who fully sees Judai as a person, while Judai is the only one who is really willing to look past his pretentious facade. I fully believe that Judai was relieved to learn that Manjoume was not just a perfect boy with perfect manners, by the way. They both just love to learn about every imperfection that the other has and silently thinking that they just add to the beauty of the other's character. Will they tease eachother about it? Fuck yes. Do they feel awful when the other tries to fix something about themselves because they pointed it out? Also fuck yes.

They are in a dumb competition against themselves to be better in order to earn the right to be friends with eachother, but because they are fucking dumb they never actually communicate (until they do), so for a long time it's endless pining that is definitely not gay because admittedly Judai just doesn't think that dating is a thing, while Manjoume is straight™, really straight. He has never liked a boy in his life, he's so very fucking straight, I swear.

So Manjoume is a bisexual disaster (and in my headcanon he prefers boys, actually, the Asuka incident is the biggest example of denial™ ever. He prefers Fubuki, fight me over this). The problem is that he never really considered he might be crushing on Judai, but at the same time admitting to maybe liking boys too means that there was more to wanting to stay at DA, to hanging out with Judai's crew despite their mutual dislike, to his continuous playful headlocks and ear pulling. To add onto that, there is probably a certain amount of guilt over having betrayed that bond with Judai by trying to throw away his cards and everything. Judai, on the other hand... is confused at how bothered he is by the public declarations of love, because Manjoume is his rival and rivals are supposed to focus on eachother, not on some girl, no matter how good said girl is at card games.

So maybe they are a bit gay for eachother. And maybe they just want excuses to be together as much as possible. And it's really just the vibe of highschool romance between two people who don't want to admit to caring for one another on a deeper level, but are also weirdly possessive of eachother for no apparent reason. And I think I'll stop here with my gay retelling, but really if you look at the two of them you do see that they do a lot for eachother's characters. It's kind of beautiful, really. They are the two socially inept characters who find comfort in someone being just like them and understanding them as they change and grow up.

I have a lot to say about how that changes once the transfer students come in, but I think I've bored everyone for long enough- as in nobody will read this lol. That's ok. I thank you again for the ask and for allowing me to gush about this ship that is so close to my heart. If anyone ever wants to talk about them, just. Do. Break into my house at night and I still won't mind, I just want to talk about them.

[limitededitionsanderssidesblog]

Speech Impediment - Chapter 1

Sympathetic Deceit Week- Day 4: DLAMP

Ships: Logicality, pining-Prinxiety, platonic DLAMP

Summary: Deceit has gone through much of his life alone and being called a liar, all because of something he can’t help, but once he makes it to college he gets adopted as the little brother and son of a very strange group of friends without his permission. Going from life long outcast to being in a circle of friends is a little overwhelming, and not short of bizarre.

AO3 - Here

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Dexter had always been seen as strange to those around him at school, in public, and even at home. Maybe it was due to his unnaturally golden eyes or his, as some might say, creepy fascination with snakes, he never knew the reason. Well whatever it was, it was the reason why Dexter was always left behind by the other kids. It wasn’t too troublesome for him though, Dexter liked the solitude and quite. Often times he’d spend hours upon hours alone in the library reading about murder and supernatural mysteries. During class he’d stick to his seat either reading a novel, or playing with his magic trick cards. Magic was one of the few things Dexter was ever good at, even though it wasn’t really a skill.

When he was about nine years old, Dexter grew a habit that still sticks with him even ten years later. He became a compulsive liar. It wasn’t as if he purposefully bent the truth to take advantage of others, it was more like a speech impediment. He would say the opposite of what he meant without meaning to, in fact it would take much more energy to speak ‘normally’ then it was to say it backwards. His parents took him to speech therapy and mental health therapy, but nothing worked, so his parents and teachers just learned to accommodate for him. The other students, not understanding his situation, took to calling him Deceit, a name Dexter did not mind. They poked fun and teased, but it was never anything serious, and Dexter never let it get to him.

This was how Dexter went through the entirety of elementary, middle, and even high school. Now he was standing in front his new University, nineteen years old, his mind set on becoming a novelist, and expecting nothing different. There were maybe hundreds, if not thousands, of other students around him lazing about in the grass and courtyard, almost all in their own little circles of close friends, none of them noticing Dexter. 

Not minding the lack of acknowledgement, Dexter continued though the campus and walked to one of the several boys’ dorms. Getting his key and room number he then headed to the stairs, never being a fan of elevators, and made his way for the third floor. Once there Dexter searched for his room number. 200. 201. 202. Ah, there it was, dorm room number 203. Dexter took out the small key he was given by the old man at the attendance desk and slipped it into the lock and opened the door. 

The room was empty, but on the left side there were partially unpacked suitcases and colorful pictures tacked to the wall. Dexter walked over to look at them and saw different photos of the same four guys. Two of them had glasses, one looking strict and stoic like a robot, and the other looking goofy and wild, another looked extremely emo, and the last looked like a prep. Under one of the pictures were words written in red sharpie saying: We’re famILY. Dexter smiled slightly at the picture and moved to what he assumed was his side of the room to unpack.

About an hour and a half of calm passed in near silence, save for the rowdy boys across the hall, and Dexter was nearly done. Half of the closet was filled with his coats and jackets; his dresser was organized by garment in both alphabetical and spectral order; and his bookshelf that he had shipped in ahead of time had been organized with all of his favorite books based on genre and height of the book. As of now he was setting up his snake’s, little Dee Dee, terrarium on top of his dresser.

Eventually a loud group of voices appeared in the hallway, but Dexter ignored them, thinking it was just more rowdy neighbors. But soon the sound of the door being unlock startled him into realizing that it was in fact his roomate who had at last arrived, and most likely his friends as well. Not ready or prepared to speak with anyone yet Dexter did the only thing he could think off. Run into the closet and hide in a dark and enclosed area like a snake. A mere second later, in walked there very same four people from the photos, talking loudly. Well, so much for his peace.

“Hey Patton, looks like you’re new roomate is here!” One enthusiastic and regal voice said.

“I wonder where he is.” Another, robotic, voice pondered.

“Bro, you can’t just assume it’s a guy.” A very sarcastic voice spoke.

“I can’t assume anything else either, we don’t know who Patton’s roomate is yet.” The robotic voice responded. “When they’re here they can notify us of their identification.”

Dexter thought this was the perfect time to pop out from his hiding place. Well no he didn't, but he was getting cramped and it would be even more embarrassing if they discovered him on their own.

“I’m not a guy.” He stated as he stepped out of the closet, earning him a chorus of screams. All four of them instantly turned to face him in surprise. The emo one sitting on ‘Patton’s’ bed, the prep sitting next to him, the robot standing near his bookshelf, and the goofy one standing in the center.

“What the fuck was that?” The emo one said, holding a hand over his chest, obviously more shaken up then the rest.

“Sorry.” Dexter apologized. “I wasn’t nervous when you all arrived.”

“Um, okay...” Said the emo.

“What’s you’re name kiddo?” The goofy glasses guy asked.

“It isn’t Dexter, but I don’t prefer Deceit.” He responded, cringing inwardly when he realized that he did it again, watching as the confusion grew on their faces. Really not wanting to come off as rude or weird, Dexter hastily followed up with an explanation. “Sorry, I don’t have a speech impediment where I don’t say the opposite of what I mean.”

For a good three heartbeats no one said anything, but instead just stared at him awkwardly. Dexter would love nothing more than for a meteor to fall to the earth and hit him right now, or maybe the floor would give out beneath him, anything to end this mess. However, as he was contemplating the quickest away to escape the dorm by means of a quick death, the one in the middle smiled brightly like a radiant sun, not at all put off by him.

“So it’s like opposite day on repeat? Wow! I’ve never heard of that before.” He said brightly.

“Yes, I’ve never heard of that speech disorder before either.” Said the robotic one skeptically.

“Uh, well it is very common.” Dexter told him.

“So Dexter-”

“Deceit.”

“-let me introduce myself and my friends. I’m Patton Sanders, the dad of the group. That’s my boyfriend Logan, the mom-”

“I am not the mom.”

“The one in the hoodie is our love child, Virgil-”

“Sup.”

“Don’t call him that.”

“-and that’s our dramatic son Roman.”Patton finished, practically jumping up and down in his spot, filled with excitement.

Dexter didn’t know exactly how to respond to their introduction. What do you say back to a group of friends who label each other as different rolls of an immediate family. He didn’t know if it was endearing or creepy. Maybe a sniper would have been a faster option.

Logan, noticing his discomfort, let out a heavy sigh and rested a heavy hand on his boyfriend’s shoulder. “Pat, I think you came off a bit too strong again.” He said in a soft, but lecturing tone. Patton was able to calm down slightly, but stilled rocked back and forth on his feet. “I apologize, I’m Logan Winchester, a physics major, Patton here is an art major.

“Virgil Black, majoring in music theory.” The emo joined in next, still sitting in a ball on the bed, curled like a cat.

“And I am Roman Sanchez, actor, singer, and future Disney prince.” The preppy looking one then finished the introductions.

Once again, Dexter didn’t how to respond to them. He already told them his name so what else could he say? His major was probably a normal human response, but they’d probably ask if they could read any of his work, and he’d just as soon drive a bus into the ocean then show them his horror stories. So, maybe he could ask a question and... Wait, how long has he been standing there not saying anything? Oh shit they probably think he’s a socially inept introvert, well he was but oh no their staring- say something! Anything!

“Are you all gay?” What the fuck was that?

“Bi actually.” Both Logan and Patton answered at the same time.

“I’m pan, Roman is the only gay one.” Virgil shared.

“Gayer than a unicorn eating skittles on a rainbow~” Roman then sang, resting his head on Virgil’s side giving the small, cat-like emo a seductive wink, to which he was promptly shoved off.

“How about you kiddo?” Patton asked, taking a seat on the floor and resting his back against his bed frame. Logan followed close behind and sat next to him, crossing his legs.

“I’m not asexual.”

The smile Patton had been wearing the entire time began to grow impossibly large until Dexter was sure that his cheeks would rip wide open. With absolutely no warning, the dad friend bounced up off the ground and bounded over and enveloped him in a bear hug, scaring no one except Dexter.

“That settles it, you’re now my son!” He cheered and spun them around in a small circle. The others looked on like this was nothing new, perhaps this was how all of them met Patton, but Dexter could have sworn he’d turn into a puddle of blushing, stuttering gibberish. To say that he was caught off guard and confused would be the single most largest understatement of Dexter’s whole lonely life.

“I-i’m y-y-you-your so- wha- huh???”

Little did he know that this big bunch of weirdos would be the best thing to ever happen to him.

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Well here's my contribution to this week. Chapter 2 will be out on Day 7.

[wallypollyanna]

Shuffle play- 1933 words

Virgil wasn't expecting to be sharing his music with the rest sides when he went into the living room after dinner. He walked in and sat in his normal seat, the end of the couch, and took out his headphones to chill and listen to his music.He sat peacefully alone for a bit, doozing off a bit and calmly listening to his music. As "It's time" faded out, he slowly opened his eyes.

Which contradicted the sudden noise and flash in front of his eyes. 

It caused him to jerk up, suddenly awake. It took him a second to comprehend what was happening, but he realized quickly that the song had changed from the relatively quiet "It's time", which needed his volume up, to "Welcome to paradise", with it's opening guitars blasting in his ears.He also realized that the flash in front of him was Roman bursting into the room, yelling about his entrance.He took his normal seat next to Virgil, and innocently looked at him as though he hadn't just given him a heart attack

"So what's our favorite emo listening too? My chemical romance? Fall out boy?" He asked leaning onto him to get a better look. Virgil opened his mouth to respond, but was stopped by Logan walking in and scolding Roman.

"Is it necessary for you too yell every word you speak, Roman? I was in my room getting some work done, and I could hear you." Logan said, rubbing his forehead and taking seat.

Roman grinned, and responded "Important people say important things ,and need to be heard by everyone!" 

Virgil raised an eyebrow. "Then why do you scream everything you say?" 

Before Roman could get an offended noise out, Patton walked into the living room and smiled at them all.

"Looks like I'm the last in at this party!" He walked in and took his seat in between Roman and Logan, and looked back and forth between them all. "So what's going on?" Virgil answered first, not wanting to continue discussing Romans yelling, and said "We were just talking about my music."

Patton brightened, and said "I actually heard about something that people do with playlists and friends!"

"And what's that, Pat?" Virgil asked, unplugging his headphones.

"Well, basically it was that the music would be put on shuffle, and then every song would be a person's personality, or a song to describe a friendship!" Patton said excitedly.

"Or maybe a romantic partner." Roman added in, nudging Virgil, who in response turned away and fought back a blush. "I'm down to do it." He said.

They all turned to face Logan, who shrugged his shoulder and said " I doubt it could really give a song that completely describes a person or friendship-" Patton expression fell a bit at that, before Logan finished with "But it may help increase our bonds by going along with it. Patton squealed, and asked"Then who's going first? And who's music?"

Virgil rose his hand. "We could use mine, I guess, since I have my phone out."They all nodded in agreement, and Logan went to answer the second question.

"Since it's Virgil's Phone, I think he should be the one to go first."

"Sounds fair to me." "Go on!" Was all the encouragement he needed to go on to his music and press shuffle.

He closed his eyes, to resist looking down at the song before it started. When it did start, he could help but laugh a bit at it."Be nice to me, how ironic ". They all looked at him, confused, before he clarified.

"It's basically about a mutually self destructive relationship between two people." He shrugged, and continued. 

"Pretty funny, since I am-" the looks on there faces made him change his wording."-was pretty destructive to all of you and Thomas." 

Patton looked like he was about to but in, but Virgil cut in. "But I know I'm not anymore."

Patton seemed satisfied with that, and Roman said "Who's next then?"

"How about we just go down the couch?" Virgil said.

They all agreed, and Virgil went to click on to the next song.

"Roman it is then."

He glanced away, before hearing the beginning play. He smiled slightly, before annocing the song.

" Wow princy, you some how got a song just as over dramatic as you are."

 Roman fakes an offend look, while Patton giggles and Logan hid a smile.

Virgil smiled too, And continued to explain the song. "It's basically the magic in a relationship. It's pretty electric too, so it does fit you pretty well."

Roman lit up a bit at that, and grinned.

"Me next!" Patton said excitedly.

When they all heard the familiar chord of absolutely smitten,Virgil's face reddened and Patton's face broke into a huge grin.

"Is this Dodie Clark?" Logan asked, tilting his head.

 Virgil hid his face and nodded, and both Patton and Roman squealed a bit. 

"Who knew even someone as emo as Virgil could enjoy some soft love songs! "Roman teased.

Logan looked at Patton, and asked "So then Patton, how well do you relate to this song then?"

Patton blushed a bit and looked away responding with "A lot."

Roman smirked at Patton,as Virgil rose up to press next.

"And finally, Logan." He said.

He pressed next, and saw the last thing he was expecting to see appear.

Logan frowned at the tune, not find it familiar.

"What is this?" He asked, trying to think if whether or not he had heard it before.

Virgil hesitated slightly on telling him, not sure about how he would feel about the song. "It's called you don't know. It's kinda about a guy singing about how life is, and how you don't know what he's been threw, or what he's seen."

Logan nodded, and said "I may listen to it later, then."

 "What do we do next then?" Roman asked, enjoying this "game".

"Now we do pairs!" Patton responded.

Virgil nodded."Me and you'll go first the, Pat." When he pressed next and heard the song begin, he felt his eyes water a bit.

"What's wrong Virge? Is it the song? Is it a bad song?" Patton asked nervously, worried about him.

Virgil chuckled a bit. "No Pat, I gotta say it fits pretty well." That had relieved Patton, who started listening to the song.

"What's it called?" He asked.

"What a catch, Donnie." Virgil replied.

Roman and Logan let them be for a bit, before Roman could help but cut in. 

"As adorable as you two are, could we shift ourselves over to the other people in the room?"

Virgil nodded, and pressed next. They all sat quietly, waiting for the music to start.

When it did start, Romans expression shifted some.

"Everybody wants to rule the world." Virgil said.

Logan tilted his head, and Virgil took hid cue to explain the song.

"It's basically about people wanting power, and the chaos and destruction it creates."

Roman and Logan glanced at each other, both unsure of what to say.

Then Patton, dear sweet Patton broke the silent atomosphere by asking "How about we continue? Me and Roman can go next!."

Logan looked away from everyone, and nodded. Roman seemed to be happy with the suggestion, and Virgil pressed next on his play list.

Patton seemed happy when the song started.

"Now this is something I reginse! Where have we heard this before?."

Roman seemed pleased with the song too. 

"Seven Nation army! This is such a good hype song! I'd be lying if I said I wouldn't fight the dragon witch to it!"

Both Logan and Virgil smiled slightly.

"Sounds like the ehm, the "hype" of this song fits your a Patton's... Eccentric personality's."  Logan said, look back and forth between the two.

That seemed to make Patton happy, and Roman was ready to move on.

"Who's going next? How about me and you, dark stormy Knight?"

Logan cut in before Virgil could respond.

"Logically, it should be me and him next, due to you and Patton having just went."

Virgil shrugged, and said "Can't argue with that logic." He pressed play, and looked away from his phone.

When it started, Virgil's expression fell a bit.Logan looked at him questioningly, before Virgil sighed and explained.

"It's basically an anthem for socially awkward people, and the narrator gives off a feeling of being lost, or feeling worthless.".

Logan focused on listening to the song, and nodded. "It seems to fit my inept ability to understand social cues and such, and your stress and anxiety during them." Virgil nodded in agreement.

Before Roman could rush to suggest him and Virgil, Patton beat him too it.

"Me and Logan next!" He said, wrapping an arm around Logans shoulders. The contact seemed to fluster Logan, and made Virgil smirk slightly.

"You got it boss." Virgil said with a salut, before going onto the next song.

It was silent for a bit, before a piano started, which was recognized by all four men.

Roman bursted out laughing, and Virgil couldn't help but grin. Patton and Logan both flushed red, from a combination of the song choice, them being so close, and Virgil and Romans reaction.

Logan cleared his throat, and faced away from Patton, before speaking up.

"It maybe is a fitting theme, because of your ability to love so strongly, and my lack of ability to, "love like you", and your all around "goodness" compared to my-"He was cut off by Patton talking. "Yeah, and how I'll be able to do anything, once you realize one small thing."

Logan fiddled with his tie, before quietly asking "Patton, would you like to join me in my room got some reading?"

Patton smiled softly, agreed with a soft "Sure", before they both got up and made there way to his room.

Roman and Virgil who had been sitting there as quietly as they could, both erupt into cheers as soon as they left.

"Oh thank GOD they've FINALLY come too there senses, I don't think I could have taken much more of there hopeless pinning." Roman said while dramatically laying down on Virgil's lap, looking as over dramatic and relieved as possible.Virgil nodded in agreement. ,"Took them long enough." When he glanced down at Roman, he remembered thw phone in his hand. *Do you wanna finish the game?" He asked.

"Yes! "Roman agreed quickly.

Virgil pressed next, and sat his phone face down to play the music.

Or he did, until he heard what it was.

He automatically reached over to it to stop it, saying. "Well, that was fun we had a good time, that's enough if that." 

Before he could grab it, though, Roman took it and held it away from him.

"What is this?" Roman asked."I know I've heard it before!".Virgil desperately tried to get his phone back before Roman figured it out, but by the time he got it, it was too late.

"This is shake it! I didn't take you as that king of Myspace emo!" Roman said in a teasing voice.

Virgil blushed, resorted to hiding his face on the couch armrests."That's it, my dignity is completely gone. God, if your there you can kill me now." Virgil said, loud enough for Roman to hear.

Roman snorted at that, at patted Virgil's head. 

"It's pretty cute though, and is an, interesting choice for a song for us.

Virgil groaned, face growing darker. 

Yeah, Virgil hadn't been expecting a lot from this evening, but this wasn't too bad.

[actually-keithkogane]

Just a vent post. Like it if you read it, but you don’t have to. Warning, this includes salty opinions both about the fandom at large and about the kin community (not that I’m really a part of it.) If any of this happened in your timeline, then I apologize, you are valid and my opinions of people won’t change that. I’m just voicing my frustrations. Like I said, just a vent post.

Ninety percent of people who like the show make me so angry for about a million reasons.

I hate how much shipping goes on. I get it, people like romance, it’s a thing they’re into. Heck, I’m not aromantic, I like romance myself sometimes. But some people like the show only for that and I hate it. Especially the people who just like me as ship fodder. I’m not here for your forced romances.

I’m not “emo” or whatever the fuck. I’m a socially inept, mentally ill, developmentally challenged orphan who’s already shaky world got turned on its head. Yes, I was introverted. Yes, I had trouble talking with the others. Yes, I had black hair that I would often times forget to cut. That doesn’t make me a Hot Topic model. Leave me alone. I’m not “Zuko in space”.

Stop turning the galra thing into a fetish. Yeah, I’m an alien, big deal. It’s not sexy.

Stop making Lance into some, like... Swish gay guy? Like, where are people getting that? Yes, he’s sassy, but he’s not remotely feminine. All these drawings of him with eyeliner and nail polish and skirts just make me so uncomfortable, it’s like they’re forcing an entire other gender presentation onto him. I mean, openly gay/bi Lance just makes me uncomfortable in general because if my Lance wasn’t straight he was shut tight in the closet. But that’s a personal matter.

On that note, if you’re going to ship us, stop with the “swish gay/bi guy and edgy gay/bi guy” bullshit. That’s not who we are, that’s not what our dynamic would be. It would be “extroverted but closeted guy and introverted but out guy”. And neither of us would be super feminine, cuz we weren’t. My yoga pants don’t make me feminine. His hips don’t make him feminine.

Yes, Hunk was fat. Yes, Hunk had a passion for food. He’s not “that stereotypical fat character who’s obsessed with food”, he was a culinary artist. He had training in that shit, it was his hobby. Even just going off the show, you can tell he appreciates food as a critic and a chef, not as a glutton or a joke on fat people. Also, fat does not equal not fit. He is both fit and fat. That man could’ve broken me in half.

Stop hating on trans headcanons for Pidge. Yes, Voltron needs more girls. But media in general needs more trans people.

Stop turning Lotor into me but evil. Yes, I see what you’re doing there. Klance with a side of galra isn’t hardcore enough, you need your gay romance to include abuse, so you’re using Lotor (who has no canon appearance or personality yet) as a replacement for me. Let’s give Lance an even more scary alien boyfriend. Because making up brainwashing or traitor AUs for me wasn’t good enough.

@That one asylum AU person I saw: Stop. Just. Stop.

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Speech Impediment - Chapter 2

Sympathetic Deceit Week- Day 7: famILY

Ships: Logicality, still pining-Prinxiety, platonic DLAMP  

Summary: A little over two months have passed since Deceit has arrived at college and he still has no idea how to handle the people he calls friends. In fact he doesn’t even know how to handle his classes as he’s constantly pulled out of the shadows.

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“Now midterms are coming up in a couple weeks so you’ll all have a project due the first week of November. Each of you will write a short story on any topic of your choosing from the provided prompt list. A minimum of ten thousand words is required-” A chorus of annoyed groans followed, but were quickly talked over, “-your fault for picking the advanced class. You have one month!”

The campus bell then rang, signaling the end of third hour, Dexter’s last class for the day. On Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays Dexter had morning classes, and on Tuesdays and Thursdays he had afternoon classes. Today was a Thursday.

Most every student had submitted to receiving their new project, grabbed the prompt sheet, and left. Dexter and a few other were still shocked in their seats. Moving on autopilot, the snake-loving man stood from his seat and grabbed the paper before walking out. He didn't pay much attention to where his feet was taking him, but just walked in a daze of shock and dread. Eventually he wound back up in his room, Patton already there knitting a Halloween themed scarf, and collapsed face first on his mattress, letting out a loud groan.

“Heya there kiddo, you alright?” Patton questioned from his side of the room, putting down his nearly completed garment.

“Everything is wonderful!” Dexter cried.

“Oh? What happened?” The fatherly student asked and got up from his bed, sitting down by Dexter to comfort him.

“My amazing creative writing professor isn’t having us write a ten thousand word story in just a month!” He exclaimed and curled around his pillow like a danger noodle. “The best part is that I don’t have to choose from a list of prompts!” 

“Well that can’t be too bad, right? At least you have options.” Patton pointed out, being optimistic. Dexter only continued to pout and stare at his knees, still intent on seeing this as a bad thing. The art student sighed and picked up the prompt paper, reading over the different ideas.

“There’s ‘a hundred years after the apocalypse’.” He offered.

“Original and totally my style.” Dexter whined.

“How about ‘collapse of the technological age’?”

“I love dystopias.”

“’Summer vacation in a foreign land’?”

“I know everything about other countries.”

This went on for a while more as Patton listed off all of his options, but none of the sat well with him; they just weren’t his style. Dexter lived for horror and mystery, and none of these prompts gave him what he needed to do his thing. What was the point anyways? When Dexter became an author he’d write whatever he felt like, why was his teacher limiting him? 

Dexter’s complaining, and Patton’s attempts at helping, were then interrupted before they could drag on as a familiar knocking at the door told them that the rest of the gang was there. Let in by Patton, Logan, Roman, and Virgil came bustling in, rambunctious as usual.

“Hello Patton, Dexter.” Logan greeted, giving his boyfriend a kiss on the nose and Dexter a nod. The moping writer only groaned in response, his face pushed into a pillow of sorrow, and also cotton.

“Whoa, what’s up with Dee?” Virge asked, walking in last. The closest any of them had ever gotten to calling him by his preferred nickname of Deceit, was Virgil calling him Dee.

“He’s having a bit of creative block for his knew writing project.” The fatherly student replied, closing the door and sitting on his bean bag chair. Roman, being the flamboyant weirdo he is, ran and jumped on Dexter’s bed, making the troubled boy fly up in the air due to his light, and rather small, body. 

“Well why don’t you write about a quest full of magic and homosexual princes? That’s what I’d do.” He proposed, shooting Virgil a seductive grin at the last part. Basically everyone in the room rolled their eyes. 

Dexter had only been in this group for about two months and it was already obvious to him that Roman was in love with Virgil, but the smol emo bean never took him seriously. The rest of them wanted to pull their hair out watching these two do circles around each other.

“That’s what you’d do, Princey. I doubt Dee would be interested in that stuff.” Virgil brushed him off with a sarcastic wave of his hand before turning his attention back to Dexter. “What is it you like to write? You’ve never told us.”

No, not good, he’s not ready to tell them about what he writes, he never likes telling anyone anymore. All his teachers were concerned that he was a sociopath, and his writing only gave his parents another reason to send him to therapy. Everyone just thinks it’s creepy and disgusting, Dexter doesn’t want them to think that too.

“It’s uh... totally not normal and definitely should cause concern.” Shit. Dexter paled and started sweating. The others looked at him unconvinced and suspicious.

“Dude, for someone who’s always lying, you suck at it.” Virgil smirked, clearly amused by his shit ability to purposefully lie.

“Indeed, if you fear our judgement you needn’t worry.” Logan said with the most feeling he could muster, which wasn’t much on the outside but Dexter could tell he was trying. From one socially inept person to another, he knew if was difficult for Logan to properly convey his emotions, so it meant a lot.

“Yeah,” Patton agreed, moving seats to plant himself in Logan’s lap, “No matter what were famILY, we won’t shoot you down, only bring you up.”

“It’s just that, others never labeled me as a freak because of my writing so-”

Again, only Dexter was taken by surprise when Patton suddenly jumped from his boyfriend’s lap to pull him into another one of his signature papa bear hugs.

“They did?! Who are they?! Do I need to passive aggresively lecture someone disapprovingly? Because I swear, if anybody hurts one of my sons I will-”

“Whoa whoa, it’s fine, it wasn’t just the grown-ups from my youth. It’s in the future now.” Dexter told him, removing himself fro the death grip hug.

“But Dex, if it’s holding you back it’s gotta be serious.” Roman spoke up from the end of his bed.

“Quite right, adults are the most influential part of our upbringing. If the ones from your childhood were discouraging then it would be beneficial for you to talk it out in order to receive positive words from close companions.” Logan agreed, offering nerdy, helpful advice.

“Can’t let that shit build up, trust me.” Virge affirmed.

Dexter sighed and pinched his glabella together. He knew that they only wanted to help and meant well, but he had heard this speech a thousand times before. His parents wanted him to open up and be himself, but regretted it when he did; his teacher did the same but still didn’t trust him; even his therapist thought he was a hazard. He- he just didn’t want these guys to see him differently.

“Look, how about we don’t go to a cafe and get a drink. Some tea may not help.” He urged instead, taking his leave and walking out of the dorm. If he was going to talk to them, he had to have a cup of Earl Grey first.

The others looked at each other unsure, but had no choice but to follow after him. They all got the sense that this wasn’t going to be easy. By the time all four of them exited the room as well Dexter had already reached the staircase and started descending the steps. The air around them was tense and unfavorable, so Patton, being the little helper he was, launched into a one man conversation about his day, to which Roman soon joined in with the occasional comment from Virgil and Logan. However, Dexter stayed quiet and stayed off to the side of the group as they all walked, excluding himself. Logan monitored his behavior, but said nothing.

Dexter hadn’t told the others much about him in these short few months, not wanting to scare them away. He’s never been good at making friends so he’s gotten used to not caring; but this is the first time Dexter’s ever cared so much about opinion, he didn’t want to lose this circle because of something he can’t help like his personality. That’s why he’s stayed quiet all along as to his interest, to keep them from running, but now he was afraid that his silence was driving them away faster.

The moment Dexter had been dreading arrived as soon as the coffee shop arrived in sight. A quaint little shop just three blocks from the campus, named Sugar & Spice. Taking a seat at a corner booth, Dexter was sat in between Roman and Virgil, with Logan and Patton across from them.

“Hey Dex, can we switch seats?” Roman asked shyly, eyeballing Virge.

“Why? you know Dee feels safer when he’s in an enclosed area, and I feel safer when I have an escape route.” Virgil argued, still not getting the hint that was clearly being thrown in his face. 

“I’m not fine with it.” Dexter said quietly and slid under the table, allowing Roman to move over before sliding back up. next to the window. Ro gave Virge a small smile, but the purple haired musician just looked away. Although, he may be hallucinating, but Dexter could have sworn that he saw a small blush rise on his cheeks before he covered them with a hand. A shit eating grin manifested on Dexter’s face and he almost forgot why he was nervous, until the waitress came to take their orders and reminded him why they were there.

A black coffee for Logan, pumpkin spice latte for Patton, green tea latte for Virgil, a white chocolate mocha with caramel for Roman, and an Earl Grey for Dexter. After their order was done and taken, the young waitress gathered their drink menus and left them to the inevitable awkward silence that Dexter had been loathing.

He didn’t speak right away, still not mentally prepared for the reveal. The rest didn’t speak either, giving him the time he needed to gather his bearings. Several agonizing minutes passed in silence as Dexter twiddled his thumbs and debated whether he should bail or not. There didn’t seem to be anyone behind them in the next booth, he could quickly hop over and make a dash for the exit, run to the forest, dig a hole, and live there the rest of his life with his stories. No. He had to do this, they promised they wouldn’t judge.

Kicking himself to take the initiative, Dexter reached into his Letterman bag and pulled out a worn down notebook and handed it to Logan. “Don’t turn to page sixteen.” He instructed. The physics major gave him a wary look, but opened the book to the specified page, and began to read the words Dexter had poured his soul into. Once he had finished he looked at Dexter with a look of understanding, not a hint of disgust or fear on his face. Without a word he handed it to Patton for him to read. The emotions were plain on his face, fear, but not at him and rather at the story, and a keen interest at the narrative before him. When he was done he handed the story to Virgil, and so on until the little notebook made its way back to its owner. By that time their drinks had been completed and served to them. Dexter took a long sip of his tea before addressing the words he’d written in ink.

“I’ve never had a fascination with mystery and horror, but all it’s ever given me wasn’t fear from my parents, and concern from my teachers.” Dexter then proceeded to tell them about the numerous therapists he’d been sent to, the trips to the counselor's office, and the hushed voices behind his back. He told them about how he was labeled as a problem child because of his stories. By the end of his monologue he was shaking in his seat, and tears threaten to spill from his eyes. “I wasn’t called toxic by everyone around me, and I wanted you guys to think the same.”

“Oh, Dexter, we would never call you anything of the sort.” Patton said kindly, reaching his hand out to hold Dexter’s shaking one.

“Yes, while your story is unique, there is a specific genre for it. Many great authors have been praised for their works in horror and mystery.” Logan concurred. “It would be ill-minded of us to take dislike to you because of your interests.”

“Yeah man, besides, I like the same genre, well not horror because it triggers my anxiety, but I love murder mystery.” Virgil joined in, giving him a nudge on the shoulder.

Dexter looked between all of their smiling faces, still a bit cautious. “You are scared of me?” He asked melancholy. 

“Son, you’re part of a family that know what it feels like to be different, you’re a Sanders now, and that means that you’re loved unconditionally here.” Patton said squeezing his hand comfortingly.

“Yeah little brother-”

“Please push it.”

“-there’s no shaming here. And if it’ll help, we’ll all stay up with you tonight to help you think of an idea.” Roman said, wrapping his arm around Dexter’s smaller shoulders.

“I think that’s excessive Roman-”

“Silence science slut!”

“You’d all really not help me?” Dee asked surprised.

“Of course!” Patton grinned, “as I said, we’re famILY.”

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Hoped y’all enjoyed the two-shot story! This is the end, unless you want me to continue, but thank you for all the support you’ve given. Also, sorry the taglist for some reason didn’t work for everyone.

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