#cruxsought

[xkuja]

cruxsought replied to your post: ........ .. . . . .. ..

kuja has done nothing wrong ever in his life

yes see this futuristic space man knows what is up.

[pyrobled]

Mobile post because I am      tired       and my laptop is     far    away      but I'm so happy and soft and gay rn.              @cruxsought    /    @caelusbled and me are very much gay for each other and with that I mean yes,          we are    dating.        I'm happy to call Cathy that beautiful angel that has blessed my existence ever since we knew each other,         my    amazing   girlfriend        from now on.            Yall I am so     happy    and my heart won't calm down.     I don't know    how    or    why      I deserve her.    ♥

[xkuja]

cruxsought replied to your post: aonemanarmy replied to your post: ...

ARE YOU GOING IN THE STATES OR WHAT

It’s more like the states are going in ME. Wait that doesn’t make sense.

I mean just. Yes.

[pyrobled]

I can't believe I am seducing Cathy w promises of home made dinner..

[blazerought]

I used to be so hesitant with duplicates after a really horrible experience I had with one in the past but now I can say some of my BEST FRIENDS are my duplicates and I love them and love talking to them every single day about Keith and vld and everything. I 100% would die for these three: @scoriastar @pyrobled @cruxsought

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@cruxsought​ replied to your post

There's Shotor--

// god don’t get me started on Shotor it’s so good

[unboundxng]

🅷🅸🆁🅰🅴🆃🅷

                                                     @cruxsought

≆  ―  Returning home was a concept he’d only grasped at before. A  CONCEPT... it still was. Waking in a bed colder than the dark side of the moon, alone, unfamiliar. Everything smells too new and he’s too hypersensitive to ignore it. In this Garrison instated room, home, he doesn’t feel welcome  or himself. 

That idea, the idea of himself... WHO WAS HE NOW? His name was Takashi Shirogane on paper, on government record, long thought dead. Teeth grit and his bangs sway before shut eyes as he shakes his head.  He might as well be. 

Who was he now? Was he the man from before... was he the CLONE... both ? Memories remained, all of them, in fact. Memories he didn’t recall making himself. Melding two minds in such a way left him feeling   twisted   and     distorted   to an extent. He  avoided  mirrors. Takashi didn’t want to see what he had become. His eyes would surely catch the edge of the mask, the one his fingers would itch to reach for, to pull off.  Who was he? 

 With a breath PERMANENTLY caught in his throat, causing what he could only assume was anxiety, he forced himself out of bed. Time to get up. Have to get dressed, go to therapy, come back and... there wasn’t really anything for him to do just yet. The Garrison didn’t trust him with the Paladin’s description of his past... traumas. He knew that had nothing to do with it. The Garrison, Iverson, had not trusted him since they’d seen him with that arm. 

Shower, Coffee,... probably a bad idea but he was tired. The time read eight thirty, he would be a little late but she would understand. 

✘

“ You don’t want to give him a name? ” That jostled him, he felt threatened. 

“ It. ” 

“ ... You don’t want to give it a name. ” A corrected statement that had been answered with his previous reaction. No, he didn’t want to give it a name. He didn’t want it to be real. He didn’t want it to have any kind of ground to stand on. 

“ Giving it a name won’t hurt, you know. ” Her voice was soothing but not enough for him. Her pen dropped and he gripped his knees. “ Think of it like a diagnosis. For many people, having a name to their disease is a great relief, a tool with which to fight back and overcome it. ”

A troubled smile and a pleading look in his eyes was sent her way. “ I’m not ready for that yet. ” Please, drop it for now. She only twirled her pen, scribbling a few more things down before reaching for her timer as it went off. “ Well, That’s it for today, thank you for coming. Oh and please remember to take your- ” The usual goodbye spiel was drowned out by a LOUD overwhelming silence in his mind. Not white noise but just the feeling of enough pressure against his ear drums, from the inside, that it shut out any noise from the outside world. This numbness was a deep contrast to this morning’s itching skin and burning nostrils. 

“ ― Mr. Shirogane? ” Dark eyes blinked their haze away and he stood. “ Right, sure... thank you, Doctor Ziegler. ” She seemed apprehensive to let him leave but... his time was up after all. 

✘

His feet dragged him back to the home he’d been given to share with Keith and Krolia. She had been questioned and examined, much to humanity’s embarrassment before being released back to them and allowed to stay. It looked like a typical townhouse, save for the surveillance cameras on the light post, porch, foyer, entrance hall, kitchen, and living room. ‘ Security measures ’ they said. 

Upon entering he was greeted with the bustling noise of his teammates and friends. Hugs and smiles were exchanged as he walked in, curious about what they were doing. He wondered if he looked tired by some of their expressions. Their touches lingering as if he’d fall if they let him go. Worried, huh? So was he. 

A mop of dark hair caught his attention, Keith. A sigh of relief left him, a symptom of his tribulations. Stalking towards the man, into the kitchen, he took a plate in hand and decided to have a slice of pizza. Graciously provided by the Holt family, who were taking up quite a bit of the dinner table to play scrabble. 

Leaning against the counter, he took a bite. “ Didn’t think you were the type to throw parties. ”

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cruxsought replied to your post: is this volunteers or what @cruxsought /...

Definitely. B)

hit me w that gay shit......we should plot some shit.....