#i think i said this before but im saying it again guz i feel like it xP

[izgir-moved]

ok guyz get ready cuz this is eeepic cringe. plz dont make me lose subscriber 💔 but umm anyway im kind of tired of people acting like being kin is inherently something to make fun of like im not trying to be all "kinphobia is real and k*nnie is a slur :///" cuz lets be real thats. actually stupid. kinnies arent oppressed. but the thing is i understand why kins have the reputation they have of like, sending death threats to doubles or something cuz a lot of ppl do that but honestly? for the most part? the kin community (or kinmunity i guess???? i think people say that??) is just kids on the internet being like "lol i identify with this character from a fictional setting so i can cope with my shit mental health or literally just have fun" so honestly if u... make fun of ppl for being kin just cuz theyre kin.... and yet u say cringe culture is dead..... guess what :3 ur stoopid. thank u

#i think i said this before but im saying it again guz i feel like it xP #cuz* #lms if u read <33

[vile-plumeria]

Guzma Headcanon: Part 6

Guzma and Plumeria sat in the courtyard at Melemele general hospital.  It was the first time in weeks that Guzma had been outdoors.  Guzma and Plumeria shared a cigarette and reminisced on their old team skull days.

 “So when you think you getting out of here G? I hate seeing you like this…you have me worried.”

Guzma sighed and let a huge huff of smoke. “I dunno Plumes, my minds’ real sick…I dunno whats real and what isn’t anymore...Sometimes I wish were another person, I just wanna start all over, you know, like start a new life…”

*Guzma inhales another drag of smoke* “I’m crazy, Plumes. The doctors got a bunch of words for me…they say I’m bipolar one day, schizophrenic the next. I don’t know who I am anymore…I don’t think Im gonna be outta here anytime soon…”

“Well, I don’t think you’re crazy, Guz… in fact, I think you’re the exact opposite.  Society tends to think people like us are crazy but in reality, its’ them who are the crazy ones..”

*Guzma inhaled deeply*

“You know something, Plumes, I dunno if this is me or the meds talkin’ but there is something that I wanna tell yah…you see, since we disbanded team skull, I’ve had a lot of time to think… and I come to realize something… I dunno if you’re ready for this…”

*Guzma sighed* “Plumeria….I love you”… “Ever since I’ve laid my eyes on you, I knew you were special…you were never afraid of bugs, nor were you ever afraid of me. You get me, Plumes…you understand me… you make me feel like I belong.”

*Guzma tightly embraced plumeria and sobbed*

“I never wanna let you go Plumes….I love you. I never wanna hurt you…I wanna get better for you…I love you…”

Guzma sobbed like he hadn’t cried in years… Plumeria had never seen Guzma cry before.  Plumeria knew that this was the aftermath of years of repressed anger and sadness. Plumeria held him tightly.

“I’m not going anywhere Guzma, I promise. I’m staying right here with you; you’re the only family I got…why would I leave you?”

“Plumes, I’m not right in the head…I was never okay…you know why I’m here, right?” I tried to kill myself…I dunno why, something took over me and made me do it.  I don’t remember doing it…All I remember was I was in my bedroom and I was feelin’ down about myself and my life…In my mind I started hearing the things my dad would say to me as a kid. It got louder and louder and then it got so loud I couldn’t take it anymore, Plumes…I snapped. You see my hand *holds up fist* I punched my reflection in the mirror so hard that I shattered it. I dunno what happened next… I woke up three days later in a hospital bed. A nurse told me that I overdosed on painkillers and I was being held here to be “evaluated”…well, they determined that I was, indeed, crazy and I’ve been on the psych ward since. I’m not coming home anytime soon, Plumes.”

“Don’t say that, you’ll be home in no time”.

*Guzma looked up*

“You think so, Plumes?”

“Guzma, I want you to look at me straight in the eye. I am here for you, I have always been and I will always be. I will be here with you every step of the way. Hell, I’ll even camp out here if I have to.  They can’t force me to leave. I’m not leaving here until you’re better. I love you, Guz.”

Guzma and Plumeria, both overcome with emotion, sat together in silence.  There was no need to say anything more; they were in love. Nothing could tear them apart, not even….

 “Mr. Guzma, your passed your allotted time in the courtyard for the day. Its time to come inside. Your parents are here wondering where you are, please come inside.”…

Guzma got up. Plumeria followed.

“I’m sorry, ma’am, no outside visitors allowed. Who let you in here anyways? The only people authorized to visit Mr. Guzma is his family only. I’m afraid you have to leave. I’ll have an orderly show you to the door…”

This upset Guzma.  No one disrespects his Plumes like that.

“She’s more family to me than my own folks are! Let her stay, in fact let her live here with me.  This is my girl, Plumeria, don’t you ever disrespect her in front of me again.”

“Mr. Guzma, your medication must be wearing off again. Please come inside. Your parents are waiting for you.” The nurse forcibly escorted Guzma in. As Guzma reluctantly walked inside, he turned to look at Plumeria. His expression said it all: “help me”.

 “Well now what?” Plumeria thought.  “Do I break the rules and follow him inside, or do I turn back without saying goodbye?” Plumeria lit up a cigarette. “I don’t want to fail him” she thought. “I just want to see Guzma happy and healthy again.”

 Just then, Plumeria felt a tap on her shoulder. She looked up. “Excuse me. Are you Mr.Guzma’s friend? My name is Lucia.  I am a nurse here overseeing Mr. Guzma’s care. I overheard what she (the nurse) said to you….I may be new here but I can help you go see Mr. Guzma…”

“You can? I mean, I’d love it, but I don’t want to cost you your job or anything…”

“Don’t worry about me, I’ve been assigned to Mr. Guzma throughout his stay here…you know, a lot of the staff here are afraid of him because he used to be a leader of a gang and all but, you know what, I think he’s a really kind person, just no one wants to look past his criminal history…I’m doing this for him, Mr. Guzma deserves to be happy.”

Plumeria followed Lucia. The halls were desolate and dark. It gave Plumeria the chills. “I can’t imagine Guzma living here. This is like a prison. I have to get him out of this hell”…

Lucia lead Plumeria to the recreation room. Plumeria peaked inside.  Plumeria scanned the room. In the back, towards the window, Plumeria spotted Guzma sitting at a table with his parents..

“Those must be his parents”…Plumeria whispered loudly enough so that Lucia could hear.

“Yeah, they visit everyday…they seem nice enough but you can tell that they and Mr. Guzma are mutually uncomfortable with one another. Mr. Guzma always looks disinterested in what they have to say to him…he shuts down in front of them. It’s very upsetting…well, shall we go in?”

Plumeria followed. “Heaven forbid if I have to make conversation with these people!” Plumeria thought. “I really hope Guzma’s parents are not as bad as he’s made them out to be…”

Before Plumeria could even step in the room, Guzma spotted her. “Mom! Pops! This is my girlfriend, Plumeria.”

“Girlfriend??” Plumeria thought. She blushed.

Guzma’s parents looked over at her. They nudged her to sit with them.

“Oh so you’re the girl my Guzma has been talking about, my name *insert generic mom name*. I’m so glad you could come see my son. I’m so sorry if that voicemail I left you scared you.”

“Plumes ain’t afraid of nothing, ma, in fact, she and Goliospod are tight. She once chased down a robber with a knife…”

*Guzma’s mom chuckled* “okay you two, how did you two meet?”

Guzma and Plumeria looked at each other. Guzma’s father didn’t say a word this entire time.  Plumeria could see the anger in his eyes. “He isn’t a nice person”. Plumeria sensed.  She could tell that Guzma’s father viewed Guzma as a failure.  

“Well ma, its’ kind of a long story…I met her after I left home…we…uhhhh…run a business together…you know it was like a charity organization…for disadvantaged children…Plumes here did all the admin work.”

Guzma’s father interjected…”So you’re telling me son, that you’re girlfriend here is also a criminal too?”

Criminal?!? Plumes is not a criminal. She’s tough but she ain’t no criminal.

“*insert generic dad name*! Our son is not a criminal! Our son has a creative mind and goes out to do his own thing! Plumeria is a lovely girl with a lovely name and I’m glad she’s her to support our son while he’s going through a difficult time.”

  To be continued…

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