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Charlie // Vulpes // Foxie // Fenaeta // Algae !! He // It // Neos ((no femme ones they)) !! System !! Coiner on @fentae-hoards !!
Owner of @daily-penta !! No. 1 That Handsome Devil // Godforbid Fan since 2017 :] // Autistic about Lucha Libre // AO3 is :: Cookie_Jar_System1184
" you forget a BIG thing ,, cero miedo ,, yes !! "
" my brother !! because we are here (( ... )) because we are the lucha brothers .. "
assumed or demanded to be mexican count :: 5
read "" extra identity "" for some stances + sideblogs (( fandom + vent + misc. )) at the bottom ..
>> names :: charlie // fenaeta // fenix // fénix // fentae // vulpes
>> prns :: he // it .. fox neos && lucha neos ..
never use they // them ..
prns.cc + strawpage ( strawpage made by @whimsyceo)!!
i'm a very pretty red scandinavian and perverted dragonfox with shiny fur that you all should love .. i kin // selfship with rey fénix very hard and also kin xerneas .. no tone tags .. send me asks please !! dm me please !!
>> gender identity ::
>> intersex trans man .. vulpinomth && all foxgenders ;; link ..
reyfenixgender ,, pentagender ,, luchadorgender ;;
coined by me on @fentaehoards ..
>> orientation ::
>> omniromantic + omnisexual (( heavy men pref )) ,, polyamorous .. hypersexual && hyperromantic ..
open relationship with @luchaphiliac && @sin-cara-mistico ..
>> problems (watch out) ::
>> DID ,, autism ,, ADHD ,, heavy c-PTSD ,, schizotypal ,, BPD && possible NPD ,, anxiety && depression .. addict 2 some stuff ,, no substances .. brain damage from concussions && physical disability ..
i go into mania a lot ,, and sometimes regress or get too fuzzy in the head ..
>> extra identity ::
>> a fox ,, attention desperate ,, anti-endo ,, pro-para but anti-contact (non-consensual) paras ,, pro-ship ,, furry ,, pro-mogai ,, non-sharing on fénix sorry !! ^. x .^ "nomas por que tengo" by el de las r's is "my song" i guess ..
>> i don't really identify anywhere with a country due to leaving mine so young ,, and feeling disconnected due to being an immigrant here .. i live in sweden for those curious ..
i love REY FÉNIX ,, lucha libre ,, foxes ,, music ,, corridos tumbados ,, mexican rap ,, binding of isaac ,, yokai watch ,, pokemon ,, taiko no tatsujin ,, guns && cartels && drug documentaries ,, undertale aus ,, gunman taco truck ,, brazilian jiu-jitsu ,, working out // weight training ,, my little pony ,, penguinz0 && more .. i have my own world corla && my own wrestling oc ,, vulpes .. want more weird stuff i like ?? dm me ..
@sin-cara-mistico - sin cara's sideblog ,, alter && one of my mans ..
@luchababy - agere + petre headcanon blog ..
@mexa-king - rey fénix roleplay blog ,, interaction adored ..
@daily-penta - dead daily penta art blog ..
@manofathousandlives - rey fénix blog ,, kinda dead ..
@accomplurishment-archive - mogai archive blog ..
@luchadorarchive - lucha archive i run ..
@fentae-hoards - coining account ..
vague fox-titled blog is nsfw .. you can dm me for it if you want it ,, but i might not give it to certain people .. i post suggestive here sometimes .. will probably thirst over wrestlers' ears and abs here as well ..
only tagged thing consistently is #vent .. #algae listens is music i have just listened to and decided to just talk about slightly ..
“It’s already after seven! And you’re still in bed?!” Octagon Jr. stood outside the dance studio in the chilly morning air, just by the corner of the tall school building so he could find at least a bit of privacy for this important yet frustrating call he was having to make. Everyone else watched from the third story window as Octagon grew even more heated, some stifling their laughs and gossiping amongst themselves as they crowded together against the glass to spectate since their teachers weren’t anywhere near the room.
“I think this is the angriest I’ve ever seen Octagon,” Kalisto snickered to Fénix, who snickered in return but was quick to straighten up and clear his throat under the threatening glance of his older brother and dance partner, Penta. Of course, the two who thought themselves to be the best out of the class (despite the class only having started two weeks ago) stood away from the nosy crowd, having a conversation amongst themselves. That pair called themselves ‘Los Gringos Locos 2.0’: Dominik Mysterio and El Grande Americano. The Lucha Bros, Penta and Fénix, had quite some troubles with them, even before they joined the class; they’ve always gone to school together, and were always caught fighting outside or even in the middle of class. Regardless, it was surprising to see that they could even stand in this same studio together, but as time goes on, it's best to assume they’ve matured. Kalisto and his crew, Gran Metalik and Lince Dorado, didn’t ever pay attention to the drama constantly circulating around their peers, too caught up in their self-made chaos of hyperactivity. The Muñoz’s though… well, they’ll be dealt with when they show up.
The sound of the heavy door creaking open quickly caught the student’s attention, tearing them away from the window to act as if they were stretching and warming up as they knew well that their teachers had returned. Rey Mysterio stood against the door to allow Místico to walk in, both holding a foam cup of coffee as Místico chewed on a bagel, Rey holding his phone in his empty hand as the two older men talked quietly. It was a sight to see their usual students in their uniforms: grey pants tailored to each, matching with a white sleeveless top. The teachers pretty much wore whatever they wanted, completely contrasting the dress code of the class: Rey had his custom baggy pants and hoodie that he only ever wore at the start of every new week of practice, while Mistico chose comfort over fashion, going with a plain tee and loose joggers. He felt like he was too old and grown for anything flashy; he always liked his stuff to be a bit basic most of the time anyway.
Both teachers glanced around the room to do a quick attendance check to write down later, Mistico quickly pointing out the pairs that seemed to be missing in a whisper to Rey. Mistico was probably the quietest person in the whole building, only ever heard speaking in a whisper if he spoke at all. Rey nodded in response to whatever Mistico had whispered to him, the sound inaudible to the students even in the stillness of the room. With a clap, Rey gathered all his students in their order in the room, walking around and rubbing his hands with a growing perplexed expression.
“I know those Muñoz boys aren’t gonna show up anytime soon, but where are—?” Rey’s question was barely able to leave his mouth before Octagon pushed through the door with more force than necessary, walking to his small locker to toss his phone inside, muttering a number of things under his breath as he pulled out his uniform. He didn’t change before taking his call, too worried about his partner and where he was instead of worrying about himself. Mistico glanced from Octagon to Rey, who then gave Mistico a light nod towards the frustrated young man in a silent request. Mistico lightly jogged to Octagon as he dug through his small bottom locker and leaned down to talk to him, both men walking out of the room towards the teachers office so whatever dilemma Octagon was currently in could be dealt with as best as possible. Lince and Kalisto barely leaned towards one another to start gossiping before Rey snapped them back to attention, walking back around the room to the front to begin their routine stretches, as they did every morning of class.
Meanwhile, Octagon held his uniform against his chest between folded arms, leaning back against the wall next to the door of Mistico’s office, wanting to avoid his teacher's gaze but knowing better than being disrespectful. Mistico sat on the edge of his desk, hands folded gently in his lap as he let Octagon explain and vent, the frustration on the young man's features far from gone as he spat out every word with more and more pain.
“It’s just- Laredo’s been doing this more and more lately, and I can’t figure out why! This is something we’ve both wanted since we were kids, and he’s out screwing around the night before classes and after-school practices, damaging all the work we’ve been doing…” Octagon’s voice grew quiet as those last words rolled off his tongue, the fact leaving a bitter taste in his mouth and an ache in his chest. Mistico could only click his tongue in disapproval, going over what options he had as a teacher to Laredo Kid. Sure, he could call Laredo himself and confront him about how not only is his activity affecting his performance in all his classes, but also damaging his partner. Mistico didn’t want to overstep his authority and get too involved in his student’s personal lives and relationships, though. If that’s what Laredo and Octagon had going on…
Just as Mistico had opened his mouth to speak to the young man again, the creak of the studio’s door followed by the deafening silence of the class caught his attention, quick to notice the lack of Rey’s high yet strong voice filling the wide space. He leaned just enough to peer through the blinds of the office window, seeing the familiar silhouettes that often were the cause of that silence:
The Muñoz. The brothers Rush, Dralistico, and Dragon Lee. Their father was a sports coach and mathematics teacher, and it was certain that he kept them over the bell to have some sort of talk with them. Typical, as it was why the brothers were late so much to their dance class. Their father wasn’t exactly a fan of the activity they’d chosen and were passionate about, and he could try to convince them away from it as much as he could, but they weren’t ever listening. They’d just nod respectfully, leave their father’s classroom, and walk down the halls chuckling amongst themselves about how their father was.
With a soft ‘excuse me’, Mistico allowed Octagon to sit in one of the soft leather seats in front of his desk, the young student plopping down with a frustrated sigh as he fought the urge to check his phone for any update from his partner, instead taking the chance of privacy in the office to quickly put on his uniform. For the Muñoz, Rey, and Mistico… well, this was the same dance they’d been having for the past two weeks. They’ll do the same moves again and again until the song ends.
ramos I'm eating this there is no fic I ate it... this is so cute I love all the characterisationnnnn and lucha bros being dance partners YAAYYAYAYAYYAYA
I don't really know what to say to you about that you're on anon I can't tell who this is but I'm sorry that it comes across that way if it does???? I don't know who this is??????????
I HATE GIRLBLOGGING I HATE HELL IS A TEENAGE GIRL I REBLOG FUN POST AND ITS FUCKING GIRLBLOGGING oh my god can everything stop being gendered can the normal fucking experiences of everyone stop being gendered pleasepleasepleae
"transmasculine nonbinary people" and "transfeminine nonbinary people" with no mention of transneutral nonbinary people is creating a binary, actually.
and no, these categories don't include intersex people.
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