#twigw

[son1c]

i keep thinking about scrapnik and the mind link and saw your sonic reading binary post again and wouldn’t it be neat if sonic could actually kinda read eggman’s code now?? maybe not perfectly but enough to get the gist. i’ve been rereading IDW and something that’s come up multiple times is that eggman’s tech is “notoriously weird” and that tails can’t read the language eggman codes in and requires a cipher, but his creations (like belle) can read it perfectly… grah i REALLY hope the mind link sticks around at least a little bit it’s so cool to think about

it would make sense since that's the code mecha runs (ran? idk how much of it tails overwrote at the end there. probably not all of it though) on. tails would be so excited to finally have an eggman spaghetti code translator LOL

#twigwing #thinking about how eggman would react once he finds out... #maybe weirdly proud/self-aggrandizing about one of his creations being smart enough to use his old tech w/o instruction? LOL #like of course mecha was able to figure it out. HE made mecha. #but then he'd be irritated about sonic being able to read his code sogfhgfhgfg

[your--isgayrights]

just messaging to say that i really enjoy your fics, characterization, analysis/insight, and writing talks - you put out valuable work and i really admire your writing. it’s been really fun waiting for updates, it feels exciting!

since you feel like sharing, is there anything you have about one of your fics (be it a cut scene, the writing process, or so on) you’ve been dying for an opportunity to share? i love behind-the-scenes/the writing process ^^

hiii hellooo thanks for calling my gay losers fanfiction valuable work its on my emotional resume now

Hmm I don't really cut scenes as much as I just sometimes completely rewrite them and/or move them around... Like there was going to be a scene with LJY and a scene with SYS in chapter four but like for uhhh Obvious reasons I was like okay no those go in Chapter 5 now my privileges for adding scenes to chapter 4 have been revoked.

On my other fics hmmmmm.......... Um if you read the one for ORV bigbang that I pitched and wrote, the 10k one about YJH going through every regression and KDJ is always there, that one is one I like talked about in an ask way back ago on this blog... It was an AU I played around with in my head that like I pictured being like suuper long and multichaptered and going through each regression but like... A writing skill I actually learned was that... you can actually make plans about writing... so that you have to do less work...

Shocking!

Which is why when it was still going around in my head I pitched it to ORV BB and Yuu was kind enough to pick it. I initially planned two chapters in the outline submission, one chapter with the sort of YJH timeline viginettes and then a second chapter where he has to game everything to make sure KDJ lives... So in my outline process I have the end of these two chapters written, the first is the one that you see in that fic with the sacrifice and the second is a final confrontation w/ the OD AND i think that the latter will never see the light of day. My main problem with it is that even though I tried to incorporate HSY more in the planning of chapter 2, I felt like the ending I came up with didn't do her justice in the climax, it was too YJH and KDJ focused, so if I ever went back to that chapter 2 concept I'd basically be starting from scratch I think.

ALSO about that one: in the ORVBB terms Yuu only had to make one illustration for me but she really went above and beyond and did a bunch of scene sketches just before I submitted the final which was just so crazy cool. A lot of my WIPs went on hold during bigbang but it was really wroth it just to have that experience i think.

if you want some Writing Process about wall fic tho heres a fun anecdote (cw i talk about why suicide is included in the fic a bit):

so back when I put out the first few chapters of wall fic i was really not expecting the kind of response that it got because firstly i had never written a fic that got the amount of attention wall fic got from the git go before and then secondly... ok when I wrote the outline for wallfic in my head it is like. A. Comedy.

So that seems like crock because chapter one is like explicitly about Kim Dokja's suicide attempt huh. and like I knew that when I wrote it... But I didn't think it was that sad? It's hard to explain that because like. Something I encountered after publishing is that in my experience, like, attempts aren't sad. You know, I'm open about being trans and gay and like the fact of the matter is that like 50% or more of my lifelong friends from growing up have attempted suicide before like we're part of those more than 80% statistics lmao. So in my mind when I see narratives about suicide in media, I'm sort of looking at how well they represent my own or my friends' experiences. Which is why cannon ORV really struck a cord with me, because it presents KDJ's suicidal ideation as this natural part of him that's always there, and he's never portrayed as crazy or wrong for feeling and thinking in those ways. It's presented very naturally in a sort of "this is just how it is" way. Which is something that really hit me, because I think that in my experience with suicidal friends, that's how it is. It's always lurking under the surface and it's something we all have thought about. Then there are just these moments of crisis where it can't be held back anymore and then you're calling 911 at 3 am on a school night...

So when I sort of write about these adults and institutions failing KDJ in chapter one, my feeling on it was going for that "this is just how it is," and then, in setting up the YJH relationship, it represented to me the fact that there are things that can still save you, whether it be friendship or strange parasocial calling, at the core of things there's some hope for us... It seems very optimistic to me! A great set up for some gag comedy too, classic romcom misunderstandings such as... "Oh the guy who saved me from my suicide attempt doesn't actually care about me..." oh hmm.. that still sounds depressing doesn't it?

I think that one of the reasons I had to take a lot of breaks in between writing Chapter four is because around the time i was done with chapter 3, i was home for winter break and found myself calling 911 for another friend and I was like... OH. WAIT. this is like. Not something that Most People Have Done. Because I was sitting there answering the responder thinking like "🙄 ugh i hate that they always ask if the suicidal person is armed when you call 911 for attempts" and then I remembered that like the first time I called 911 on like a for real for real attempt where I 100% knew that my friend Would Die if the ambulance didn't get there on time my reaction was... not like that lmao. Like The Sheer Desperation I felt at that time would almost be impossible to explain because there's this sense of helplessness that comes from being a teenager where your friends are just physically out of your reach and it feels like there's nothing you can do for this person to change the home life that keeps bringing them to the edge so all you can do is watch your discord dms late into the night in case you need to call 911 and then once you have that's all you can do...

And then i was like hold on wait is that what wall fic is about.

So I like reread chapter 1 then and it was like kind of hard because like... Yeah huh I kind of Wrote This huh. These are kind of my Real Life Personal Experiences being projected onto my Korean Webnovel Men.

Then I reread comments that I got on that first chapter and like... people saying that they cried reading it and that it was so sad... I had kind of laughed or thought they were exaggerating the first time I read them because it's like... I didn't write anything sad though?

But then when I was rereading what I wrote with everyone else in the comment section that time I thought... it really was sad... It was sad what happened to me and my friends, wasn't it? That it's just how we grew up, thinking it was normal, getting used to it to keep each other alive... And I started crying too, because I had forgotten that it was sad, that it was terrifying, and I needed all these people on the internet to remind me...

It was a bit hard to write after that, because I realized that my own words had a lot of meaning to me... and since it was very important to me to write wall fic, I started to get a lot of anxiety about doing it right. ORV big bang helped me take a break and remember that writing is just writing... I don't have to worry too much about whether or not something I'm writing is accurately representing something important to me... because since I'm the one writing it, the things I think, my values, ideals, experiences, all these things are naturally going to be in something that I make... I don't have to express things on the axis of all these specific ideals, its enough to just put down what feels fun and good. I managed to bottle the feeling I had before of "i enjoy these guys in my head and i want to show them to people," sort of the joy of creating that got overshadowed later on.

I think that was important for me, because at the end of the day I think that wall fic is still comedy. It would be wrong to call it tragedy, because even though the beginning is sort of in this sad place, the sort of trajectory of the story is upward, you know? I think that it's also something I want to express that those of us who do have those sad lives or those tragic lives... it's still living! Too often I feel that narratives about suicide I've been subject to in media are either blink and you miss it cured (unrealistic, quick resolution that doesn't give anyone the proper building blocks for recovery) or made out to be impossible to escape from and inevitable (you're doomed the second you start feeling this way)... I would like to see more narratives that start out with suicide, take it seriously, and then go on to ask... now what? When we survive, what do we do? Because too often I think the only answer some of my friends found was "Nothing changed, but there's nothing else I can do. I'll just try again."

So with Kim Dokja, of course he still has the suicidal ideation, he still holds tightly onto "there's nothing I can do," he still doesn't value himself even though he isn't actively attempting... but even though he's Going Through it in wall fic I want to show that his life gets just a bit more beautiful every chapter. That he didn't have to change too much for his life to get better, he wasn't in the wrong for feeling the way he did... things just get better... you just have to live to see them and they will... this is something I would want to promise to a reader, so I think carefully about it while writing now.

#then of course the comedy comes from him not internalizing that things are better lmao #personal #ask #twigwing

[morphogenetic]

("tell me what fictional characters you consider me an expert on" game) you have a degree in taichi ichinose for sure

OH I AM SO GLAD U THINK SO

#thats my sonblorbo.. #ask games #asks #twigwing

[themazine]

⚓️ We're delighted to announce our contributor lineup!

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#mod post #orv #omniscient reader's viewpoint #omniscient reader #fanzine

[howuart]

heheh them

I wonder what they did, though they're just annoyed at getting caught.

Brad's jacket was inspired by @/twigw-sprigs

#ninjago darkleys #darkleys kids #darkleys ninjago #lloyd ninjago #lloyd montgomery garmadon #lloyd garmadon #ninjago lloyd #brad tudabone #brad ninjago #ninjago bard #ninjago gene #gene ninjago #gene chen #sally ninjago #ninjago sally #sally batterson #ninjago #lego ninjago #ninjago fanart #lego ninjago fanart #sketchydoodles #two blue eyed two green eyed<33

[sanini-panini]

wip word search tag game

tagged by @twigwing hehe

Rules: search for the words given by whomever tagged you within your wip(s) and post them for us to see! Then tag as many people as you want and give them five words to find in their works.

my wips are p much just the next three chapters of karai's chosen but this sounds fun so let's go!

tagged words: promise, texture, throat, hear, able

promise

two folks who shouldn't be awake have a chat (from 3.2.7)

“I’m–I’m not okay,” Haku said frantically. “I know that, and everything hurts, and I can barely breathe, and it’s taking every bit of focus I have left to even stay awake. I can barely think straight, but if I don’t stay awake–if I can’t put this timeline puzzle together–we might not ever see the others again, so I’m somehow managing to stay upright even though Max completely eviscerated my internal organs, because I can’t let them die like that–not after we promised Jinal we’d stay.” Haku was completely out of breath now, and as they gasped for air between broken sobs, they realized that Kai had, at some point, pulled them into a half hug of sorts. His embrace wasn’t tight enough to suffocate inner demons, like Jinal’s, and it wasn’t soft and warm like Ven’s. It was gentle, loose enough for Haku to shake off if they wished–but firm enough to keep Haku grounded if they accepted the invitation. 

texture

nothing for this one

throat

ahahaha cw descriptions of drowning and car accidents (from 3.2.6)

Rae’s voice caught in xyr throat. It shouldn’t have been hard to talk about—it was so long ago—but Rae’s chest still hurt at the memory, almost like his lungs were filled with water once again.  It had been so sudden. There had been that single calm second when the car had been suspended in the air, free from the restraints of physics–and then the car had slammed into the water, and Rae’s seatbelt had squeezed all of the air and sense out of him. The impact had sent Rae’s mom flying into the dashboard, and she was dead before Rae had even managed to extricate himself from his seatbelt. Rae had wasted another minute on the doors and windows, but as the hopelessness set in, Rae had turned instead to his father, as if to ask what to do next. His dad had given him one last look—a mix of regret, pain, horror—and then he, too, was gone, leaving Rae to wait for the specter of certain death.

hear

a shouting match that probably needed to happen (from 3.3.1)

“All right, let’s think back, then,” Ilia cut in. “When The Necromancer tried to kidnap you, Auster could have just warned you, and you would have been able to get out of the way with your super speed, but that thought never even crossed Auster’s mind. He took the fall for you so readily despite the clear alternative–and surely even you know what that means. It means that Auster didn’t need a reason to jump into hell.”  “Stop,” Joshua said quietly, quivering with rage.  “No!” Ilia said hotly. “I will not stop, because you need to hear this, and no one else is willing to tell you. He’ll do it again, Joshua! He’ll jump in front of a train for you as many times as it takes, even if you’re not standing on the damn tracks! But at least the next time Auster decides to take a bullet for you, he’ll have some sort of shield, and the next time he gets kidnapped, I’ll know where he is, and I’ll be able to help him.”

able

a conversation that was not originally in my plans (from 3.2.7)

“Not what? Twisted?” Dani let out a mirthless laugh. “Let’s start with your first point, then. You said I was unnaturally calm when Peter took his little death dive—but there was a reason for that. Yesterday, in the infirmary, when Peter and I talked, I realized that he’s not selfish, and he’s not reckless without a cause. He’s just goal-oriented. The mustard, the jokes, the swimsuit, the chaos—it’s all a game of misdirection to help him get what he wants and to keep the rest of us out of his way, because until we accept the harsh reality we’re in? We’re just liabilities to him.” “That’s—“ “Fucked. Exactly.” Dani’s gaze fell to her hands. “And I’m probably a little messed up for being able to understand that. When Peter jumped into the ocean and then cut off his only line of communication with us—when Karyme couldn’t see him anymore and Ilia couldn’t sense him—I wasn’t even worried. Mad, maybe, but not worried, because I knew instantly that he wouldn’t have taken such a risk without a plan, and if any of us followed him, we’d just be fucking up his plan. So I forced myself to wait for 20 miserable minutes, even though we couldn’t tell if Peter was dead or alive.”

i know sharing writing can be difficult so if i don't tag you it's mostly bc i don't want to pressure you. but if you want to do this and i do not tag you please do it i would love to see what you have written

that said. @tenuntilfightcall @zystarsun no pressure but i feel no remorse about plaguing you two.

words: court, bird, dark, space, stroke

#sajani talks #tag game #writing #karai's chosen #cw drowning #cw car accident

[thisweekingundamwing]

TWIGW Delayed

Hey fandom friends!  I’m still visiting the family out of state, so will be delaying the latest TWIGW update until tomorrow evening - July 18 at 6PM EDT (or so).  That means you get another two days to submit things for the roll-up!

--Mod LAM 

#gundam #gundam wing #mobile suit gundam wing

[catboysooyoung]

WIP Word Search Tag Game

tagged by the lovely esteemed writer @shesgayfolks

Rules: search for the words given by whomever tagged you within your wip(s) and post them for us to see! Then tag as many people as you want and give them five words to find in their works.

Haha this is going to be so embarrassing because I don't currently have that many WIPs. And as most would know, my writing "style" is very... straightforward so there's not a lot of fancy prose or turns of phrases. So I can only hope this doesn't further worsen anyone's impression of me as a writer :') These are certainly nothing worth of note compared to Sona's or the other people being tagged.

pull

Kim Dokja lets himself bleed on the cold pavement. He does not bother to shield himself as they kick his still lying body and pull at his grease covered hair. They usually let him off more easily when he's like this, he convinces himself – defenseless and vulnerable and never fighting back. Not that he has ever fought back before, but to them shielding himself is considered an offensive approach rather than a defensive one, and they'd be all the more pleased to beat him to a pulp. Kim Dokja would rather this end quickly, thank you very much. 

race

nothing for this word. As it turns out, I'm not Lightning McQueen's biggest fan. And I suppose I don't really write a lot of heart-racing moments.

heart

Even being as great as he’s come to be, Morax is no better than this Yaksha, bound by the heart, beaten down by the burdens he never chose to carry. They are mere dolls in the hands of those much higher than them, in all those little games of wars They play.

fear

“I’ve been haunted since the very young age of eleven. Even my father fears me. And he fears no one. He’s kept me away out of that fear, locked up in that spindly tower of a house… for years.” Their gaze had been faraway – almost wistful, nostalgic.

crawl

And so, Unbeknownst to me, the window had opened, just a crack. And so, a hand had come, reaching out to me.  But that hand was in agony. Perhaps, in pain. I sat there, unknowing, as it soon crawled down the gap, The slime of its fingertips, the flimsy of its grasp, Ached for a strand of my hair.

Haha as you can see they're all... mmrh. What a wake up call to write more often. Thank you sona for tagging me in this.

To continue the chain, I'll tag @dokkaebiryu @morning-moonstruck @demonlikejudgeoffire @twigwing and @leeseolhwa ? If you haven't done it already.... The words are: lost, finger, tear, reap, cost

#tag games #mine #talk

[mamabear32]

m sowwy m sowwy m sowwy i dint mean ta send sumting twigwing m sowwy i sended dat m sowwy m sowwy

Honey you don’t need to be sorry, I just have to be careful to keep everybody safe. Why don’t you message me so we can talk about it? I promise sweetheart, I’m not mad. ❤️

#agere caregiver #mama speaks

[petuniacat99]

I name him Twigwing!

#staff #crow core #crow #petuniacat art #nature #cedar wood #whittling #woodcarving #staining #creature #going to stain staff 2 colors

[twigwing]

enjoyed making this one. beepbox link

#this is frommm november! i think #twigpost #twigtunes #audio #music

[toxic-tundra]

main @twigwing. making this blog for organizational purposes and because twitter is exploding

ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/toxictundra

neocities archive (WIP): https://toxictundra.neocities.org/

itch: https://onshrike.itch.io/

#links #info

[davidbaird1970]

TRY JESUS( feat. Jabari Johnson) - Tobe Twigwe

6-12-2022 13:50

K-LOVE

Christian Station

Apple Music Christian

MC Music Choice

Contemporary Christian

[miyurinq]

So i should do a fanart. I laughed very hard because i am not a drawer. I am very bad at this. So i had to take a picture and copy it. This is the best i can give you. The original picture (right) is from a japanise douji i once bought. It is all in japanise, so i don't know who the artist is because i can't read it. 😅

#quatre winner #gundam wing #TWIGW

[themazine]

Hello everyone! Here is a work-in-progress preview of the zine's cover, which is being illustrated by our lead moderator @twigwing!

[Image description: A closely cropped preview of a digital illustration, depicting a large page floating in space. There is text on the page that reads: But, as long as she could cross over to the other side of this circle... As long as she could get rid of this full stop, then...]  

#mod post #previews #art preview

[deejayers]

Title: Mistletoe Never Fails

Fandom: Gundam Wing

Characters: Duo Maxwell, Hilde Schbeiker, Heero Yuy, Trowa Barton, Quatre Winner, Wufei Chang

Summary: Hilde is hosting the yearly Christmas party for her friends and, as always, she enlists Duo’s help to prepare. Some shenanigans ensue, some Christmas wishes come true.

Written for @noirangetrois for the Gundam Wing Holiday Gift Exchange 2019-2020. I hope you like it!

@thisweekingundamwing @thisweekingundamevents

“How in the- Hilde! What kinda bullshit job is this?!” Purple eyes glared down at the tangled mess that was the Christmas lights Hilde had asked him to string around the living room. How something like this got so messed up, he had no idea. But he wasn’t going to be untangling it all on his own when his so-called friend didn’t think to warn him about it. He took another deep breath and yelled, “Hilde! Get over here and help me fix your mistake!”

The sudden laughter from the kitchen had the braided man grumbling, hands slowly working knots loose. Soft footsteps headed in his direction and he looked up from his spot on the floor, mulish purple locking onto Hilde as soon as she rounded the corner into the living room. She was wiping her hands off on a hand towel, grin stretching her lips thin and obviously still laughing. Duo pouted at her.

“How you gonna do me this way, Hil? I thought we were friends! You didn’t even warn me you practiced tying knots in this shit!” Ranted Duo, holding up the mess of lights. One strand of about two feet was loose and free from the rest of the knots.

“You big baby,” Hilde snickered, sitting down next to Duo. She held out a hand for the lights. “You’d think this was the first time you’d ever had to untangle lights.” Duo’s pout turned into a grin that matched Hilde’s. He turned the lights so she could work on untangling the other side.

“And you would think you’d learn not to just throw all the lights together like this but here we are. Again. For the fifth year in a row.” He said, sticking his tongue out at her. She returned the gesture and together, they slowly unraveled the lights.

When they finally had the full length of lights free, Duo leaned back to plug them into the socket and they cheered when all of the light bulbs glowed. High-fiving each other, they hopped up and Hilde disappeared into the kitchen to grab a chair for Duo to stand on. He moved around the room, glancing up at the sticky hooks clinging to the ceiling trim to make sure none were missing or looking particularly loose. They all still looked stable but he would check them more closely when he strung the lights up.

“Voila! I have acquired a chair for you!” Cheered Hilde, setting the sturdy wooden chair down with a flourish. Duo threw his hands up with a, “Woop!”.

He wasted no time in hopping up onto the chair and beginning the process of draping the lights over the hooks. Up, hook, hook, down, move the chair, up again. Rinse and repeat. It really didn’t take Duo very long, having figured out the best places to set the chair so he could maximize his reach. Hilde followed behind him with fresh hooks if needed, but like the previous years all the hooks on the wall were still holding well and the spares were unnecessary.

As Duo got down off the chair for the last time, Hilde tucked the spares back into their drawer. He turned the main light off and turned on the Christmas lights, making the room light up with soft white and blue. She looked around the living area with a smile, pleased. They had set up and decorated the tree days ago, and had set out Hilde’s collection of cute reindeer pillows and throw blankets earlier that day. The lights had been the last thing to go up.

“Looks good as always, D! All that’s left is finishing up the cooking. And find somewhere fun to hide the mistletoe this year.” Said Hilde, hands on her hips as she looked around for a spot they hadn’t set the mistletoe in before. Duo grinned at her, eyes mischievous. One dark blue eyebrow slowly raised, lighter blue eyes only mildly skeptical.

“Yanno, Hil, we could always set it up over the front door. We haven’t done that yet. And for once, we could get everyone!” Whispered Duo conspiratorially, his grin from ear to ear. Hilde immediately busted out laughing.

“You just wanna do that so you have an excuse to finally kiss Wufei! But what the hell, why not!” She laughed even harder when Duo cheered, running off to find the fake sprig of mistletoe. She made her way back into her spacious kitchen, checking on the cooling cookies on the way. They would be cooled enough for decorating soon. Moving along, she cracked the oven open to check on the ham and turkey and was pleased to see they would be done soon, too. She heard Duo running back to the front door as she carefully ladled some of the juices back over the turkey and shook her head, amused by her friend as usual. Laughter in her tone, she called out, “I hope you realize this means you’ll be answering the door every time someone knocks Duo!”

All she heard from the braided man was an excited, “I figured!” to which she shook her head.

Things were never dull when Duo Maxwell was around.

Moments later, Duo pranced into the kitchen, chair in hand. “Mistletoe is hung! How’s the food?” He asked, setting the chair back at it’s place around the table loaded with covered bowls of sides and snacks. Casually, he plucked a pretzel from the table and popped it into his mouth.

“Ham and turkey are almost done. Cookies should be cooled enough for decorating soon. Will you make sure we have all the cookie stuff on the table?” Answered the navy haired woman as she closed the stove and stood up. Duo hummed an affirmative and started looking more closely at the things on the table, searching for the small tote that held all the sprinkles, icing, and various other cookie decorating tools.

Not finding it on the table, he checked the pantry on the opposite wall from the oven and sure enough, up on the top shelf was the tote he was looking for. He carefully pulled it down, not wanting to spill all the various bottles and squeezable icing packs. Setting the tote down in a clear spot on the table, Duo said, “Found em, Hil. They’re on the table.”

He glanced around for a moment, feeling like something was missing, before snapping with a gasp. “Hilde! Why don’t we have any music yet?! What’s wrong with us!” Hilde looked up from the cookies she was moving to plates, smirk on her face.

“There’s a lot more wrong with us than just not starting the music, Duo. But I don’t know why it’s not on. That’s your department, not mine.” She replied. She carried the plate of cookies over to the end of the table that the decorating supplies were on then headed back for the rest. Duo blew a raspberry at her as he flipped her the bird, walking backwards out of the kitchen to turn on the sound system. Hilde lovingly flipped him two birds as he did so.

“My job, she says. Even though I helped her with her job.” Muttered Duo, no annoyance in his tone. He walked to Hilde’s computer and dropped down into her chair with a happy sigh. He let himself just rest for a moment, enjoying how comfortable her chair was, before spinning it to face the desktop.

Cutting it on with a click, he logged into her system and brought up the playlist of Christmas music he had been putting together for the past week. He hit shuffle, turned the sound up enough that it should be able to be heard a little even in the kitchen, and leaned back in the chair again.

His relaxing was interrupted by a sudden knock on the door. Duo scrambled to his feet and bolted for the front door. He spared a glance up at the mistletoe he rigged to hang just beyond the reach of the door and flung the door open with a wide smile.

“Welcome to the Schbeiker residence~! I’m her poor unpaid butler.” Sang Duo, Trowa and Quatre smirking and laughing respectively. Behind them, Heero and Wufei were both shaking their heads but Duo knew them well enough to see that they were amused. Duo stepped back, throwing his right arm wide with a flourish. “What’re ya waiting for? Come in!” He said, smile turning mischievous.

Quatre walked in only to get grabbed by Duo’s right hand and drug close so he could plant a kiss on his cheek so fast he couldn’t even let out a squeak. The blonde was released as suddenly as he had been grabbed and Duo simply pointed up with a shit-eating grin. Quatre looked up, confused, then started laughing. He continued to laugh as he moved further into the house, looking for Hilde who could be heard laughing in the kitchen.

Trowa tried to slip by while Duo seemed distracted. It ultimately failed when Duo caught the taller man by the waist and raised an eyebrow up at him. “Tut tut, Tro, you can’t skip on tradition! Now lean down you obnoxiously tall bastard.”

Trowa matched Duo’s expression but leaned down nonetheless with a snarky, “It’s not my fault all of you are so short. Get taller.” Just for that, Duo planted a kiss on each of his cheeks before pushing him off in the direction of Quatre and Hilde. He turned back to the other two. Heero was standing in the doorway, a resigned look on his face. Wufei was behind him, arms crossed and face set in his usual scowl.

Heero stepped up to meet Duo and turned his head just enough for Duo to be able to reach his cheek. With his grin back in place, Duo placed a quick kiss to Heero’s cheek and sent him on his way. His grin grew sly and he called out, “Heero understands tradition unlike someone here!” Heero was still close enough that Duo heard the snort of laughter from him before a long arm shot out of the kitchen, flipping a middle finger in Duo’s general direction.

Chuckling, he looked back at Wufei and dialed down the mischief in his smile just a little. “Your turn, Wu. It is a tradition, after all.” Wufei sighed heavily and let his arms drop to his sides.

“I have managed to avoid this particular tradition for the past several years.” He said as he stepped up to his braided friend. “But I suppose I can’t avoid it this year. Have at it, then.” Wufei did as Heero had done, turning his head just slightly enough for Duo to have easy access to his cheek.

Duo had a different plan, however; with the swiftness of a Gundam pilot, he put his right hand on Wufei’s other cheek and pulled the Chinese man’s face to his. He wasted no time in pressing a soft but deliberate kiss to Wufei’s lips, lingering for a second before pulling back. Mildly nervous purple eyes met surprised black and Duo chuckled softly, throat just a little tight. “You’ve been avoiding that for the past several years, Wu.”

Wide black eyes stared at him for a moment longer before Wufei shook his head and grabbed Duo by the face, his expression a strange mixture of confused and disgruntled. “You mean to tell me all I had to do to get an actual kiss from you was let you take advantage of this stupid tradition?” He let out a sound of pure frustration before kissing Duo again, this time with more fervor. It was Duo’s turn to be confused for a moment before his brain kicked into gear and he started kissing back, wrapping his arms around Wufei.

Neither man noticed their friends peeking around the kitchen door frame, nor did they notice them quietly cheering amongst themselves. It was about damn time those two did something.

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