punkflower hcs bc i need to see more of them being cute teen boys together.... like, playful and creative and stuff
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♡ miles and hobie definitely exchange art often, even collabing on some punk zines and graffiti pieces occasionally. hobie also makes mixtapes on cassettes and slaps a million stickers on them just for his bf. miles appreciates the kind gesture but reminds hobie that he doesnt have a cassette player. "yet," hobie tells him with a wink :)
♡ miles draws a million little doodles for hobie on scrap paper, post it notes, hobie's gear, hobie himself. ofc hobie loves them all, esp when he gets to go home with his arms and chest covered in stars, cartoons, graffiti, and hearts
♡ miles is a lot more shy about dancing in public than hobie is, but whenever they manage to have any downtime at all hobie will wrap his arms around miles and sway them around. if music is playing anywhere, hobie will bop to it and get miles to join in
♡ hobie's love language? touch. any kind, anytime, anywhere, for any reason. words of affirmation come next
♡ miles' love language? quality time, and he's big on kissing. hobie isnt much of a kisser but loves his sunflower just the same, and does not complain at all when miles places little kisses on his hands, ears or his back
♡ sometimes hobie will be a lil mean to miles just as a flirty thing. just usual teenage boy stuff like kicking miles' sneakers, manspreading to get into his space if they're sitting anywhere together, using his height to bully miles into a corner away from everyone so they can flirt some more, crashing into miles on purpose just to be annoying
♡ anytime they get to go on multiverse missions together they somehow manage to get into the craziest shenanigans. breaking into a zoo to stop a villain from mutating the animals, saving a group of schoolkids on a field trip from a killer robot (?), one time hobie even drove a runaway car to stop it from crashing right into jamaica bay and miles was scarred for life
hobie tries to control the car as he haphazardly swerves it around pedestrians and barely manages to miss a group of elderly people.
miles clings onto his seat for dear life. "HOBIE!! you're gonna kill us man, where'd you get your license from!?" he yells.
hobie scoffs. "license?! i said i could drive, mate, i aint mention nuthin' 'bout no license!"
♡ hobie's universe is set in the 1970's and living in a dystopian police-state means it's too risky to bring back a phone with him, so he's often left out of spiderkid groupchats. miles still tries to keep him up to date on the latest memes and inside jokes though. they also have their own inside jokes too
♡ hobie wouldn't bring a smartphone with him anyways since he's so mistrusting of tech in general. video games, laptops, and "smart" tech mystify him, and smart watches? forget about it. when miles gets one for christmas one time, hobie clowned on his bf so hard the watch was never seen again
♡ that being said, they love exchanging music often so the only piece of technology hobie ever brings back to his dimension is an ancient half-busted ipod (it was probably rio's at one point) filled with music miles managed to download for him that week. spiderman-ing and living as a homeless teen means hobie doesn't get much time to explore genres outside of the UK punk scene and listening to brand new genres is often a trip! hobie finds out he loves drum n bass, grindcore, industrial techno, UK drill, deep house and 90's hip hop
♡ hobie gets miles to make him cool posters for whatever venue he plans on (or doesnt plan lbr) playing at every now and then
♡ rio LOVES hobie. hobie is the perfect gentleman (gentlespider?) around her and often tries to help her around the house when he can. miles... does not enjoy how much his mom favors his partner. jeff is also not so crazy about this smart-mouthed punk
♡ miles and hobie absolutely swap clothing as often as possible, with hobie "borrowing" miles' clothes more often. miles' parents keep commenting on how much of a rockero he looks with all the punk stuff and hobie never returns clothes without having altered them in some way (pins n bits everywhere, a mysterious rip or two here n there, pinned-up sleeves, etc)
♡ miles is absolutely horrible at cooking and feels left out when he sees hobie helping his mom in the kitchen. he desperately tries to learn, but it's a wonder how he hasnt sliced his fingers off yet trying to peel and cut platanos so they can make tostones
♡ for a person who's built like a lamppost, hobie is shockingly graceful with his movements. he always slips around a room like a cat and miles is so jealous of that. long gangly limbs should be a deterrent from moving like That and yet here he is, practically pirouetting around miles for fun
♡ which is a total TRIP when they go out swinging around a city. once the mask is on, every movement hobie makes is chaotic, frantic and unpredictable. spiderpunk and hobie are very different people sometimes
♡ rio often points out hobie's thinness as a typical hispanic mom does ("jóven, pero tu 'ta tan flaco, hobie honey come eat! i have leftovers here!") and miles also agrees that hobie could eat a lil more too. he is always sneaking bits of food into hobie's pockets or bags, saving fries and last slices for his partner. sometimes hobie brings home armfuls of tupperware filled with caribbean food back to his boat
♡ in return, hobie is like a magpie and brings back shiny gifts for them, some handmade stuff too. miles' drawers and nightstand are filled with jewelry, bottles, knickknacks, and other handmade accessories. his walls are filled with collages and zines hobie makes for him and rio bought frames for some of the pieces he makes her
♡ the first person to say "i love you" was miles, but by accident. after realizing it, he was nervous as hell worrying that hobie would clown him to death since he didnt seem like a big romantic. instead, hobie went nuts about it in his own hobie way, writing lyrics about miles' face when he said it, doodling them together more often, teasing miles about it often but lightheartedly. he flaunts miles' love whenever he can
♡ miles has a lethal puppydog face and he KNOWS it! one 🥺 look and hobie immediately folds and gives miles whatever he wants. but not before hemming and hawing about it first, playing up his hesitation just to make miles laugh
♡ speaking of laughter, hobie does Thee Most just to see his bf laugh or smile. he will always goof off in the bg, crack jokes every 2 secs and pretend to get hurt sometimes. hobie is naturally sarcastic and goofs off in general anyways but around miles he dials it up to 200
♡ hobie tries to get miles in on the whole anarchism thing but 1. the texts and manifestos from his dimension are different than miles' and 2. miles is a teen boy. he doesn't know anything about the theory of alienation or effective mutual aid and won't really care at the moment. "mm, you'll learn all 'bout it soon enough, though... eventually," hobie muses
♡ miles is not as big on pet names as hobie is. hobie has like 24984 nicknames for miles but miles mostly sticks to just calling his partner by his name. one day during history class tho a lightbulb moment happens, and when they meet up again miles is excited
"hobie!! guess what, i really got it this time. i have a nickname that i know you're gonna love!"
"spill," hobie says as he throws an arm over miles' shoulders.
"so you always call me sunflower all the time, right? and your name is ho... bee. get it? so i was thinkin' i'm gonna call you 'honey bee' now. y'know, you're not the only one who's got corny ass nicknames! it's good, right?"
hobie has to fight not to grin like a jackass
♡ hobie's sleep schedule is atrocious so whenever miles can manage it, he tries to wrestle his partner into any bed and tucks him in. hobie is touched that his sunflower cares so much about him ♡
♡ miles almost never gets permission to sleep over other friends' houses but on the rare occasions he does, he leaps into portals and goes to visit hobie in his dimension. his fave part of New London is hobie's boat, bc they set up a big hammock for them to lay in, feeling the sway of the boat and letting it lull them to sleep. not to mention that the boat itself is totally badass, and hobie more often than not encourages miles to cover it in graffiti
♡ hobie lowkey (but highkey) loves when miles gets a little bossy, forceful or stern. he loves ribbing miles about it (the "ill do it, but not cuz you told me to" line in mumbattan was a total joke from hobie btw LOL) and saying corny shit in response to a demand, but he loves seeing miles being confident and calling the shots every once in a while. it makes him proud
♡ if they can, miles and hobie try to gather up as much food as they can and take it over to the F.E.A.S.T. that's in hobie's dimension. miles meets hobie's "family" there and gets to know the community, which feels so much more tight-knit and welcoming than Visions. once miles gets over the major jarring differences between his world and hobie's, he finds he LOVES New London
♡ miles and hobie teach each other slang from their countries and time periods, you can't change my mind. miles walks around saying shit like "bloody 'ell" and "septic" all the time. the one time hobie said "deadass" completely unironically, all of the spiderkids DIED laughing
♡ miles learns that EVERY spider is a total dweeb in some way shape or form. even hobie! hobie's awkwardness comes out when theyre in big groups of people. hobie is oddly comfy with performing in front of crowds but when he's invited to parties and tries mingling, it's so... sooo awkward. miles secretly rejoices when he finds out hobie's weakness
♡ i'm an adhd hobie truther and i hc that miles buys hobie the weirdest fidget toys he can get his hands on. along with his switchblade, jewelry, and whatever he stole that day, hobie carries various different fidget toys in his vest to keep boredom at bay
♡ hobie definitely writes songs for miles but takes a very very very long time to actually admit it. miles finally finds out when one of hobie's songwriting notebooks falls open when hanging out in his boat, and hobie comes clean about it. with miles' encouragement tho, hobie makes the decision to add some of those songs into the usual setlist his band performs
♡ if miles ever has time, he tries to attend whatever gig hobie and his band has going on. he loves to see hobie perform on stage, his energy and stage presence is always electrifying
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I'm so looking forward to iroh and zuko properly talking and seeing irohs reaction to zuko being gay.
Like we all know he doesn't agree with the fire nation rn but how will he react?
Will he not support him cause sokkas a guy? Will he not support him because it's SOKKA? Will he accept him? Will he reveal he's known for years zuko was gay?
Especially with everything that happened with zhao, regarding to what jee said to bato on their date. (Which is a very understandable perspective, zuko just got out of this very sexually traumatising situation and almost immediately starts a relationship (his first relationship) with sokka, but then again it is a very unique situation)
One thing I love about some atla fics is how they portray the FNs thoughts on queerness, cause on one hand they were one of the only country's (I think) that treated men and women the same but then again it's also the fucking fire nation.
And I also think zukos whole canon arc can be very comparative to queerness,
His dads an asshole and after speaking out against him he throws him out, and zuko try's for 3 years to regain his father's love and acceptance, and then faced with the opportunity of regaining it takes it immediately regardless of who or what he may hurt (iroh, his own morals etc) but once he makes it back home realises how fucked up everything is and eventually confronts his dad and openly tells him he doesn't agree with him then runs aways.
I also wonder if iroh secretly knows jee is queer it doesn't seem that likely to me but it also is iroh so who knows.
<3
I do think Iroh’s reaction will be a big moment for not only the story but for Zuko’s character development. Right now, Zuko’s technically still a prisoner, holding himself there by assuming Iroh will not understand or judge him when in reality he’ll never know what his uncle is thinking until they TALK ABOUT IT. (Which the FN royal family is just sooo good at healthy communication I don’t understand why this is so hard for them lol?!)
I do agree that the suddenness of the relationship combined with the intensity from both zuko and Sokka is very alarming for people looking at it from the outside (I mean we all totally get it cause we were there but others are like uhhhh hmmmm ok this might be concerning) so I get them gossiping and wondering if this is truly real or what the fucks going on with those boys.
I love Zukos canon arc because there’s just so much about zukos story that can be relatable no matter who you are and I think that’s why he is a fan favorite (it doesn’t explain why we torture him the way we do but ehhhh it’s fine haha)
Hmmmmmm does iroh know Jees gay? Depends on how saucy those music nights got ;)
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yeah i think you had to be there
completely entirely oc-centric fic ahead, so abandon all hope ye who enter here. this caters ONLY to me. || [wordcount: 1,080; ocxoc; yanovan pov]
The nature of being maybe-sort-of-a-little attached to a Tenno – just because they’re all like that – is that every so often, she will do something that completely puts Yanovan out of his depth.
Whatever it is that lurks in the black and has no real name, right now it has wrapped its fingers tight around her uppermost vertebrae and her eyes have gone completely blank. She stands with her shoulders jerked up like a marionette in the grip of a forceful child, her lips moving soundlessly and breath gone still. It might look like a sudden bout of tinnitus or a psychosomatic pain rearing its head, but he knows her by now, and Junah looks afraid.
Shinoda’s talked about what happened on the Zariman before – in short bursts, because it is still a memory that stings to touch. There was a malfunction, and days of drifting. Then there was a shift, and the adults snapped. Shinoda has mentioned deals, in passing, some debt owed to a thing it’s probably best never to sign a contract with. Only the children. The children survived, she reiterates, forcefully, time and again.
But Junah wasn’t a child. She had been on the knife’s edge right before adulthood. So, if she walked the line between survival and a death by fractured psyche, then where would she eventually fall?
The first time she’d ever held Yanovan’s hand was on reflex. Her hand had shot out and grasped his, squeezing tightly, and, startled, he’d let it happen. She’d gasped quietly and shaken her head as if to clear a settling of snow, and she’d come back to herself only moments later.
He’d been curious, sure – but he hadn’t pried. She’d deemed him worth the story, anyway.
On the Zariman – I didn’t come out quite as unscathed as the others, she’d explained, self-effacing humor lighting her tone. His hand rested between both of hers, now, as she worried at where her nails had broken his skin; the marks hadn’t bothered him nearly as much as the apologies, because there was no reason, to him, for the latter.
Hushed, she’d leaned forward, as if at any minute the other crewmembers would come charging down the ramp. I hear its whispers all the time, Yano, she’d said, and hadn’t elaborated on what it was. It finds me very amusing.
Now, he isn’t squeamish or shy; he doesn’t consider himself someone who scares easily. He might even have the generalization about ‘all Tenno being like that’ wrong, because truth is, he really only knows the two. What he knows for certain is that the Tenno toe the strange, dangerous line between the real and the unblinking – and he was never of the Veil’s most spiritual, but even he feels a bit of the reverent chill that comes when thinking of the Lidless Eye.
From where she stands too still now in one of the Railjack’s alcoves, Yanovan can see the light tremble that’s overcome her entire frame. He is versed in these episodes by this point, and the familiarity does nothing to make it any less unnerving. But he doesn’t shy away from solutions to things; he strides forward, instead, to stand sentry at her shoulder.
“Hey. Hey, can you hear me? Listen. We’re on the Railjack,” he says, gruff, because of course they’re on the Railjack, and he understands grounding techniques but it doesn’t make him feel any less silly when he tries his hand at them, “you’re standing right next to me in engineering, Harlow, in the very back of the ship. I’m reconfiguring – well, I was reconfiguring the forges.” He shifts, casting around the ship’s interior in search of something to point out.
“The, uh. Rell. Okay. Let’s focus on our surroundings. The vibrating you can feel and hear under your feet? It’s, what, seventy decibels? That’s the negentropy capacitors being scrubbed. If you listen hard, you can also hear Arang and Morii shifting inventory a deck above us – Arang dropped a crate just now, hear that? If you look, you can see how the accents and displays are a little brighter. The overhaul of the light systems was fully integrated last week, but you weren’t here, so…” He’s digging his teeth into the inside of his cheek and scowling and absolutely not moving from his spot, because he’s helping as best he can, but this kind of gentle borders on excruciating. And he keeps talking. All he can do. Just keeps talking.
Junah is still stuck in her head, but her fingers reach out to wrap around, and then tighten, against his own; he can hear her breath beginning to even out. It is excruciating, but this is the sort of thing one endures for a Tenno that one is maybe-sort-of-slightly attached to. He’s worried and uncomfortable and he keeps holding her hand anyway even though he wants to crawl out of his own skin a little bit, because that’s what he does.
It’s his job, he would be quick to say, except that this really falls into the extracurricular zone, and there was never any fine print in the contract about the personal demons of capable people you think about too often.
He bears it like he does everything else, with a too-tight jaw and an intensity that couldn’t exist if he really, truly did not want it.
“… but what makes the Rakta Cernos broadhead different from the standard is the fletching. Helical, not offset. Stabilizes the shot – better for big targets. I don’t – use mine. Much. Lately. Not Tenno pristine, sure, but you might be able to do something with it –”
And Yanovan gets where he stands here. He knows that he exists on the outer circles of the Tenno and their liminal, oblique lives – barely a stagehand, if that. He’s not there to fully comprehend them. He’s there to play the support and the watcher, to have their backs and marvel at the artistry and sometimes, witness firsthand the pain it has caused them, to make it off the Zariman.
Suddenly, just like that, he would half like a chance to meet eyes with the thing lurking over his operators’ shoulders. Not to look at it in frozen, awed terror, but to snarl at it for its gall.
When he glances down to find Junah looking back at him, cognizant, the wry gratitude on her face is almost enough to soften the thought. Almost.
But he didn’t earn his name by smothering grudges.
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