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Bonjour, >> a closed dependent mumu blog for multi-fandom rpg wearelondonhq for glee's Kurt Hummel and disney's descendants Harry Hook ! One is a chaotic flirt who doesn't remember who he is in his past life on the Isle of the Lost, while the other doesn't mind getting away from Ohio permanently for a fresh start. | Kurt is the loudest and the comfort muse on this blog. >> //penned by JJ

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@usergif back to cool event: challenge 5 - growth Kurt Hummel ► Porcelain - Marianas Trench [original for @blangsty-days]

[fcdcdmcmories-deactivated202504]

“HELLO, HELLO. WHERE ARE WE HEADED TODAY?” for one chilling, chilling second, diego was reminded of when it had all gone wrong. of when kramer had found him in his cab, but .. well, he was attempting to not think back to that. nope. nothing like that was happening here, was it? or so .. or so .. he wanted to think. it was chill, really, it wasn’t as if he was reminded of what happened to him whenever he looked down at his arms, right? RIGHT! regardless, he had to make a living. "to see the christmas lights or something? or .. perhaps to the farm?" (@walstarterblog) 

[ohbambix]

Today had been a rough day at work. Teaching others how to defend themselves in battle fights of any kind against opponents was something he was skillful at, a natural. But something about today had already set him off to the point of ending class early just to avoid lashing out at any of those who paid to show up. There had been a woman who walked past his classroom, bright teal hair gleaming under the overhead lights that caught his attention. Threw him off center, not even seeing the large defense stick coming down and whacking him on the head until it was too late. It was his fault, he took accountability for losing focus. But there was just something - off.

"I don't know 'bout no farm, mate," Harry says, holding his head where it still pounded. What an odd place to be offered to visit. "Not really in the mood for cow shit, ay. Doesn't sound appealing unless ye'r into that kind of thing, which I am not." Rubbing over the area where the bump was forming, he exhales loudly. "Was hoping you would know how to get to some open water of some sort?"

[buriedinthemidnightsoil]

jess originally hadn't fancied spending the night alone in his apartment. he didn't really want to be by himself especially not with the negative headspace the upcoming holidays usually put him in. no being around other people was the better option or so he thought before a man wreaking of cologne was invading his personal space. "and if i had known a raccoon wreaking of salt water was going to invade my space i'd have gone elsewhere."

it was a bit flattering to be singled out in the crowd of people here but the man was still way too close for comfort. he needed him to back up at least a good three feet before the cologne gave him a serious headache. "how about you give me a name first and back up a little. once i can breathe properly again we can talk about drinks." @ohbambix

[ohbambix]

Insults, again, something he's heard time and time again. It brings a cackle as he rounds the person he singled out. Not touching, but definitely keeping the space invaded so body heat could be felt, even through the layers of leather Harry rather fancied where it hung off his frame. "Aw, don't be like that, duckling, it sounds like a dull time not to enjoy the company of a racoon who sails the seven seas. Not many can brag they've experienced a drink with one of those, ay?"

Stopping in front of the other man again, Harry enthusiastically extends a hand out. "Harry Hook, and what ravishing name were you saddled with?"

[beckysgomez]

Harry Hook being a certified chaotic bi in descendants 3

[thefinalgxrl]

Rhaenyra rolled her eyes. She was more than accustomed to men talking to her as if she were a fool -- royal status notwithstanding, she often received such treatment. The worst of it was that he really seemed to think he was being clever. Or perhaps charming, which perhaps was the sole possibility that could make this scenario more painful. She sat back and watched him twirl around, arching a flaxen eyebrow. 

“If you must refer to me at all,” she began, and paused, hoping her silence would eloquently tell him that she would much rather he didn’t, “you may call me Rhaenyra.” After enough time in this strange realm, she knew few would refer to her as Princess or Your Grace. “And you are more than welcome to go on your way now, if you prefer not to linger overmuch.” She shrugged. “Although I certainly do not want to copy you.”

[ohbambix]

"Rhaenyra," Harry coos, now helping himself back into sitting at the stool. That was a name he hadn't heard before, but then again most of the names he heard in his lifetime weren't all that clever if he tried to think too hard about it. "I don't know why I wouldn't wish to linger, if only to enjoy the ravishing view." Folding his hands in his lap, sitting up straighter with an impish expression. "And I wouldn't think someone with the name Rhaenyra would be one to copy a thing. That wasn't accusatory, merely an observation from experience."

Tucking his feet beneath his stool, enjoying everything about her energy. It felt familiar to someone he once knew. Although the hair was all wrong, and there wasn't nearly enough teal or sea shells attached. Avoiding giving his own name as the whole vibe lets him know she doesn't care, but that's as far as it goes to picking up hints he gets. "Outside of being blessed with my presence, how's your day been hitting it for ye?"

[fcdcdmcmories-deactivated202504]

MATEO HAD LOST HIS OWN SANITY. he felt as if that was the truth and would continue to be and that no, it would not be different anytime SOON. he remembered what it had been like to end up in that room. he remembered the desperation as he had realised that he and his friends would never get out of there, unless they played by that maniac’s rules. if not .. it was game over for GOOD. right? he had never meant to do any of it. it was so easy to pretend that he and the others had only been doing what they were told to do, but .. but .. but. “excuse me, the.. we’re not open yet?” he put down his broom, approaching whoever had been trying to walk in. “just a FEW more hours and we will be. ¿ESPERE POR FAVOR?” @walstarterblog

[ohbambix]

Not having a care or respect for signs that declare to keep him out (never has, never will), when the downpour took to dumping out from the sky above, Harry swung into the nearest establishment to escape it. Although only being in it for under five minutes, he was already drenched from head to toe, sending a shiver straight to his bones, causing him to hug his arms around himself right as someone approaches declaring the place closed.

Hands going up to indicate he meant no harm and to avoid confusion, which was an easy thing to assume with him. Eyeliner running down his cheeks making him look more like a sad clown than a menacing defense instructor. "Húmedo." Harry says instead, waving towards the door where it's still raining down buckets. "I don't wanna drown, mate. It's not worth it. My good looks won't survive."

[ohbambix]

❝ 𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕡𝕚𝕕 𝕡𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕕𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕤 ❞ | @belovedwaters

"On the contrary," Harry argues, resting his arms back against the table, observing the fight breaking out across the room between two people, "I believe it's those who claim to be smart that are more dangerous. Because ignorance comes bliss, and if smart people can screw over stupid people, then they can blame the stupid people for all the problems and get away with it as they have the wits and smarts to back them up, while the stupid people have nothing in their corner but their stupidity."

[ohbambix]

❝ 𝕐𝕠𝕦'𝕣𝕖 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕘𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕘. 𝕀 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕓𝕚𝕕. 𝔸𝕝𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥? ❞ | @springbandit

Rage wasn't a lost concept on Harry Hook. Being someone quick to anger was part of his whole makeup, whether he knew it or not. The impulsivity came from somewhere. His left hand, empty and hook-less, twitched as a retort to the sudden declaration that he was being forbidden in doing anything. Didn't that make the yearning to do said thing stronger? Make him want to do it more?

"I don't recall needing you to make my decisions for me, ay?" He chimes in, turning his head slowly to face William, his body following the movement to make it even more menacing. "And as ye'r missin' a whole bloody crown to be making these kind of declarations, darling, I'd like to see ye try to stop me."

[ohbambix]

❝ 𝕪𝕠𝕦’𝕧𝕖 𝕘𝕠𝕥 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕒𝕤 𝕞𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕞 𝕒𝕤 𝕒 𝕕𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕤𝕝𝕦𝕘 ❞ | @lcvenderhcze

Banter. It was always in his wheelhouse. Not being fronted by the insult in the slightest, Harry casually twists his body around to better face the other. "Well, well, well - If I didn't know any better, duckling, I'd think ye were flirting." Grinning wide, he takes a step closer, seizing them up with a thoughtful hum. "If ye wanted to get a date out of me, all ye had to was say so. How does tonight sound? Somewhere around eight. Dinner, dancing, a leisurely stroll."

[ohbambix]

❝ 𝕀'𝕞 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕘𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖. 𝕀'𝕞 𝕘𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕪 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 ❞ | @springbandit

A maniac giggle escapes the man, and he isn't even under the influence to inflict the response. Causing trouble. That was something he was also all about. For the last few months he had been purposefully making his neighbors annoyed with juvenile pranks, as it felt natural to do. Cause the groans of disgust, disdain, and overall anger. It was music to the ears. "Is that a promise I can hop on board of?" Harry asks, almost bouncing in place, eyes sparkling with ill intent. "I'm sure I could find a weapon of some kind!"

[ohbambix]

❝ 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕤𝕙 𝕞𝕖 𝕠𝕗𝕗 , 𝕤𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥 ? ❞ | @belovedwaters

"Why? Is that on ye'r list to Santa, mate?" Harry asks, just about resisting invading personal space. This was something he told himself that he'd work on. Why he felt the need to just get in everyone's personal bubble off the get go to either intimidate or flirt was still unclear. Instead, he crosses his arms, leaning against the wall, looking the other man up and down, brows raised. "I wouldn't be against it, if I know what I get out of it, duckling. Don't be shy and speak up."

[ohbambix]

❝ 𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕝 , 𝕪𝕠𝕦’𝕣𝕖 𝕒 𝕡𝕚𝕖𝕔𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕜 , 𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕟’𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 ? ❞ | @bejcwcled

"Ye say that as if it's a bad thing, darling," Harry muses, being more fascinated by the fishermen's hook he had found on the nearby dock. Must've been dropped from someone's tackle box, but something about the curve felt familiar that he was trying to place as to why and was coming up blank. It meant sitting at the bar, half-empty glass of some robust drink, twisting the end of the sharp end on the tip of his finger until it drew blood. Instead of being weirded out, he merely watches it bead and sticks the hook further into his finger.

This felt right. Somehow. The crimson color against the silver metal.

After a moment, he glances up towards Hank, coming out of whatever trance he had been stuck in, flashing the usual Harry Hook smile. "Admiring the view? Stare away."

[ohbambix]

❝ 𝕪𝕠𝕦’𝕧𝕖 𝕘𝕠𝕥 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕒𝕤 𝕞𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕞 𝕒𝕤 𝕒 𝕕𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕤𝕝𝕦𝕘 ❞ | @itwcsmcroon

Insults weren't usually something to stick a landing. Maybe it was because life on the Isle permanently would thicken a villain's skin as insults were fed to them like mothers milk. Or maybe it was the fact that he grew up with two sisters, who enjoyed having insult contests over the dinner table and it always felt like a piece of home.

"The thing about slugs, duckling," he purrs, leaning against the nearest solid surface, "is they always leave a noticeable trail behind. Whether it's out of making a positive impression or not, one only has to put the salt away to find out." Somewhere, Gil is proud. "So is that a no to sharing hot cocoa?"

[ohbambix]

❝ 𝕝𝕖𝕥’𝕤 𝕨𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕦𝕘𝕝𝕪 𝕔𝕙𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕞𝕒𝕤 𝕤𝕨𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕪! ❞ | @xtinyslip

"Is this ye agreeing to a date?" Harry practically taunts, giddy like a total child as he prances over towards Noa, hands on hips. Did he know what an ugly Christmas sweater even was? No. But the idea that he would get to match with a pretty girl to a party had to mean something. Somewhere in his gut was telling him so. And honestly, with the amount of people he liked to flirt and ask out, it wouldn't be too far off that he didn't get around to actually asking her on any kind of date, but he'd be damned to pass this up by taking the opportunity when it was offered. Right? "Consider me on board, duckling! Let's go for something red or black, those feel like my signature pallet."

[ohbambix]

❝ 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕘𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕤𝕝𝕖𝕕𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕦𝕤? 𝕚𝕥’𝕝𝕝 𝕓𝕖 𝕗𝕦𝕟! ❞ | @starrcrxssed

Sledding was on the lower end of snow activities that Harry even considered fun. Had he ever done it before? Not that he could remember, no. And sure, chaotic and impulsivity decisions that could lead to flying down a snowy hill would seem up his alley. Imagine all the people he could run over in the process? However, having seen it done briefly, something seemed too sweet about it.

"Why? Would it ruin ye'r enjoyment of this sledding experience if I wasn't there?" He says instead, flashing a grin towards the other only to exaggerate a wink.

[forafcrtnight-deactivated202407]

"BECAUSE THEY DON'T," she knew the truth. she knew that cecilia was not gone just like her father would have everyone believe and that she was out there and that.. no matter how hard she had tried? parker would always go after her and.. yes, that was not something that she would ever be able to stop. so.. what could she do now? get revenge? yes, that was precisely what she was going to do. yes, it was. "i tried. i really tried to be everything that i thought people needed, but.. i still couldn't. so.. yes, i suppose that hunting them down afterwards is what i have to do now." @ohbambix

[ohbambix]

"Well maybe that's the problem," Kurt continues, hoping the prodding is gentle enough to not cause more harm than good, "you shouldn't be the thing you think people need, and instead be someone you need. Depending on other people for approval of any kind, even if it comes from a place of care for others, at the end of the day, you're going to be dealing with the consequence of everything you put out there. And if that consequence leads you to believe no one needs you in the sense that you can't continue pleasing people with what you think they need, then maybe that isn't the answer."

He's still cautious, not wanting to touch, but he does scoot further on his seat so he could get even closer in hopes it would come across as support and nothing malicious. "If you want to hunt them down, I don't have to be at the florist tomorrow. We can spend this time demanding to know why they left you feeling like this, or we can go have a little fun by putting them in the far back of the mind."

[forafcrtnight-deactivated202407]

"WELL.. NO NEED TO KNOW. IT'S WRITTEN ALL OVER YOUR FACE, MY YOUNG FRIEND." was that something that usually worked with people? yes, it was and .. right now, edgar knew that. he wasn't about to change his mind anytime soon, because.. well, winning people over to the farm was what he did best. and if they were going to go against pederson? if they were going to win? he had a feeling that he needed as many people as he could get. "fashion wise, perhaps, but.. i was talking about something else. help of another kind. to face your demons." @ohbambix

[ohbambix]

Making an exaggerated point to bring both hands up to his face, feeling over his cold cheeks and forehead, even rubbing at his skin and taking a closer look at his fingertips as if expecting to see some kind of ink smudge. Of course there was nothing there, so he shows his clean fingers towards the other man. "I don't think anything is written there, mon cher. I think we're just jumping to conclusions on both ends. So, why not just explain what this farm thing is because I still don't think I trust your word that it's anything but a brainwashing facility."