cruxpup☆

More about me !!

Im crux, (duh!) I do have other blogs but id like to keep this one seperate!

I love space (astronomy and astrology) and im a leo! (Sun- Virgo, moon- scorpio, im not listing the rest...)

Id like to keep politics out of this blog please and thank you. For a hint, im from Seattle.

im on mobile so this is gonna be rough to make it all look pretty :/ sorry !!

im genderfluid pansexual, but please use mainly he/they pronouns!

I like music, (mcr mainly♡) astrology/astronomy, the color green, piano, drums, i also play kalimba, beaches, cold weather, (weird contrast...) and...ill add more when I think of more :]

do i have a tag list? indeed. ill link it. <-

i cant exactly stop minors from following or interacting, but i can rec not to. and then please dont send ur parents after me after they find this. thank yew.

if u rec smthn (anon) and im not comfy with it, I won't do it, but im not gonna publicly adress it. We all have things we're in to and we have bigger things to worry about than kink-shaming someone online. This also goes for any hate or just unkind/disrespectful things in my reqbox- I wont specifically respond to ur comment publicly but I will post smthn semi-vague abt it. You stayed anon for a reason- ill respect it.

if I ever say/do anything that makes u uncomfy, pleeeeaase tell me and ill clear it up and apologize profusely.

please dont req: rape (duh!!and yes, even that like one kink thats like rp-ing getting raped.), incest, threesomes (sorry, cant do it.) anything relating to piss/shit kinks, (im not describing no 'paint me yellow and brown' bullshit) big age gaps, angst? (Im not good at it...u can req it but I cant promise it'll be done) and thats all for now!

please have a lovely day, drink water, eat food, sleep well, and ill miss u plenty !! Thx for reading all this ♡♡♡

xoxo

♤ did he cry a tippity tid tad bit when he came out and u accepted him? story for another day ♡

♤ if ur fem, he borrows whatever sports bras and binder he can when his are dirty or he cant find them. If ur masc, he takes ur clothes! Either way, somethings getting stolen.

♤ he has you cut his hair short, even if you have no experience cutting hair. He calls you and asks you very quietly, almost like hes embarrassed, to come over and cut his hair.

♤ he always calls you during dysphoric episodes. You always answer.

♤ hes not a big fan of makeup but is willing to try! you're always trying to help him with dysphoria and one way youve offered is by showing him masc makeup, clothes, hair,-everything.

♤ whaaat, you help him pay for a testosterone prescription? baby boy nearly cried-you didnt hafta do that!! You made a playlist/compilation of whatever trans vocal exercises you could find on any platform?! How did you find all this?!!? his favorite thing you bought him was this huge trans flag he now hangs like a delicate ancient tapestry on the cluttered walls of his bedroom.

♤ i think he would hate physical touch anywhere around his chest or hips or just places that show off his femininity. He doesnt let you-you might be his like best friend but he has his limits-and you respect it, but on occasion he lets you hug him around his waist.

♤ get approached by a club? mikey way is here to save the day. he passes well-its not very obvious he was born female-but he still looks pretty scrawny. You two have this bit where if someone approaches you mikeys either your brother, your boyfriend, or your gay best friend.

♤ Brother and boyfriend work well on their own, but if you guys go out with friends frank always claims to be mikeys boyfriend when you two pull the gay best friend card. Hes not that intimidating either-5'6- but the tattoos and muscled arms get the job done. Mikey has had to kiss frank to make this bit believable and he instantly chugged whatever drink was nearest right after.

♤ youve also had to kiss mikey to make the "hes my boyfriend." Bit believable. You ordered the fruitiest cocktail you could find after.

♤ speaking of cocktails, he loves a fruity girly pink with a lil umbrella cocktail. "its a drink. it doesnt have a gender." he says after frank lightly nudges him for his girly taste in beverage. When he came out, you took him to a bar and got him a drink with the trans flag colors in it and he adored it and that started up his love for fruity drinks!

The radio on the dashboard crackles to life. 

You look up from your ray gun, dirty cloth in hand as you rubbed the green blaster clean. 

“-if anyone in Zone four is hearin’ this, keep your head down. Party Poison’s stirring up trouble again.” 

You tilted your head. You’ve heard of a lot of killjoys, and you knew some personally, but Party Poison didn’t ring a bell. The way the DJ said his name- fear, admiration, almost a warning, intrigued you. Must be popular.

You took your boots off the dash, leaning forward to twist the dial to catch the signal better. You cursed as the dial went a little too far and the transmission dove into static. You tapped the dashboard with your fingertips anxiously, brow furrowing as you messed with the dial some more. You were in zone four. Why’d you hafta keep your head down? Whos party poison??

You sighed, looking up at the pale stretch of desert in front of you. Heat made the few life forms- cacti, dead bushes, mesquite trees- wobble in waves. You travel alone, so you’re left with the low rumble of static and the rub of the cloth on your ray gun to keep you company. Then, somewhere off behind you, a screech cuts through the heat- Tires squealing. You drop the rag, holding your gun close as you duck, shifting towards the passenger seat. You peek over the peeling leather at the road just a few paces behind you. I knew I should’ve parked farther from the road…

A dirty silver motorcycle races by. 

You flinch, ducking lower behind the seat. You squint through the mid-day sun. All you can catch is neon red hair, a navy blue jacket and light grey pants. He hollers excitedly as a BL/IND transport van races up behind him, both vehicles kicking up dust like a storm. 

“Correction,” The radio hisses. You jump, the sudden crackle startling you. You lunge to grab the radio, holding it close to your face like the chase outside can hear it through your car. “He’s stirrin’ up trouble right now. Don’t blink.” 

You watch as the motorcyclist swerves a tight circle around the BL/IND van, yelling as he steers with one hand and shoots his yellow ray gun. The air smells like burning rubber and ozone, dust curling up around the biker like a shield. Adrenaline courses through you, despite not being in the fray. 

The engine of your car kicks to life- A run-down grey Aston Martin V8 Zagato covered in different shades of spray paint in no specific order- as you hop in the drivers seat. You pull on a pair of old racing gloves you had cut the fingertips off of and secure your ray gun at your hip. 

“Alright, Party Poison,” you mutter, putting the car in reverse. “Lets see what kind of trouble you’re stirring.” 

in my head, thinking abt this ship, theyre like a sun n moon couple. mikeys quiet, reserved, totally judgemental, introverted, and rays loud, confident, charitable and extroverted. They balance each other out a lot.

Rays always asking Mikey about making plans, going somewhere. Mikeys always asking "for what?" rays reminding him you dont need a special occasion to go and do something. Mikey tilts his head like thats never been an idea presented to him before.

They do end up going out and doing something though, but mikeys always asking if they could go when it's not "crowded asf dude! it's like theyre trying to amplify global warming in one spot by rubbing body heat together." they tend to do double dates with frank and gee a lot, which Mikey isn't bothered by, but he always thought PDA with his partner with his own brother right in front of him was weird, even if gerard and frank give each other lil pecks and hold hands without a care. Mikey just feels awkward with his brother in front of him, so he doesn't do much PDA. Ray respects that boundary- He probably would hafta warm up to PDA in front of family members too. though he does get a little touch-starved.

after a long day of socializing they go home and recharge with each other. this is usually ray sitting on the couch to watch a movie and mikey cuddling up to him, scrolling absentmindedly on his phone. I literally cannot think of a specific like position they cuddle in. Ray laying down, mikey with his back against rays chest or reverse it...Either way very cute yes yes

Mikey adores playing with Rays hair. He sometimes tries to pick out a curl and stretches it straight-not pulling too hard- and watches it spring back into a tight coil. Ray loves it- people don't usually play with his hair too much, so its a feeling he's very rarely introduced to. Mikey will sit there, fumbling around with Rays hair and talk to him, tell him about his day or something he saw online or whatever. Just a little cuddle-fest before bed time.

If Ray is more...i dont wanna say dominant but like yk what i mean in the cuddles, mikey loses his mind. Ray tugs him real close, rambling about whatever and occasionally, in the middle of his sentence, stopping to kiss mikey on the head. Mikey doesn't talk for the next 5 mins. yeah, they've kissed before. but now Mikeys all flush against rays chest, listening to his heartbeat, the vibrations of his voice making his head feel weird and it's a whole different situation.

They always do that before bed. A quick little recap of the day while cuddling. Ray always starts off with stressful stuff, getting it off his chest, then bleeds into more happy stuff so he can go to bed without getting upset (again) at whatever happened today. He sleeps amazingly, forgetting all the upsetty stuff of the day and thinking about the happy stuff. (he totally is the type of person to fall asleep smiling)

is the middle pic from the same era? haha doesnt look like it. is that gonna stop me? haha no. but i do feel bad.

☆ frankie didnt mind that u were non-binary at all. He said it when you came out, he said it when he confessed to you, he said it when you finally agreed to date him, and he says it all the time whenever you even briefly mention your gender identity in conversation.

☆ It took him a fat second to get used to pronouns, but you knew it was just cause he wasn't very used to it. When he got high or tipsy he especially would fuck it up, and his reaction to realizing he messed up was even worse when drunk. Usually when he'd call you by your bio-genders pronouns he would pause and go "i'm so sorry, what?? THEY." and then give you a swift kiss on the cheek. But when he was drunk? he's rolling on the couch, giggling, telling you a story about you like you arent you (have fun reading that 3 times to try to understand it) and he calls you by your bio-gender pronouns and just stops talking. then screams "THEY/THEM MOTHERFUCKER!" and rolls off the couch with so much enthusiasm he hits his head on the coffee table and starts giggling and groaning into the carpet.

☆ He ADORES fucking homophobic people up- if you let him. Someone tells you nonbinary isn't a thing? He'll show them that perfect teeth aren't a thing for them anymore. Someone just straight up refuses to use your pronouns? He'll straight up refuse to respect their personal space. He means well, but sometimes a physical complication just isnt what you want. He begs like a dog though- "oh, c'mon babe pleeeease they deserve it! You deserve it! you deserve... wait...no, no i got this...You deserve what...you...They get what they deserve and you...deserve...the...wait..."- he's really trying here, alright? What hes trying to say is you deserve someone getting their shit kicked for disrespecting you, and they deserve getting their shit kicked for disrespecting you. Alls fair!

☆ HE BUYS YOU PRIDE STUFF !!!! and he loves doing it too. Any body validating thing he can get for you, he will. Any hair cuts or beauty products to make you look more androgynous (if thats ur goal)? Great. Just expect him to spend a lil extra time at his job to pay off whatever he got you.

☆ (BODY DYSPHORIA IN DETAIL STARTS HERE.) when ur dealing with body dysphoria, baby boy is the number one. You could come in crying at 3 AM, rambling on about how you feel so weird and wrong in your skin, like this body isnt yours and you can't look in a mirror anymore, and he'd lift your clothes and kiss you all over, telling you your bodys shape doesnt define your gender identity. He offers whatever he can in the moment- distractions in the form of stories, in the form of shitty movies or video games, letting you color in his tattoos (well, i guess since this is pencey prep/bullets, the few tats he has), covering you in his baggiest clothes, or letting you just comfortably wear basically nothing...whatever helps you feel better in your skin for just a moment or two he'd love to do.

☆ when you came out he had those huge puppy eyes of his (can u tell i love puppy frank aughhh hes bleeding into everything i own) and didnt say a WORD- had u thinkin he was mad but no baby just didnt want to interrupt. ur over here "and-and yeah.......i- i dunno like....they/them ya know i- i get it doesnt make much sense..........well it like-it-it does.....i hope?............................frank?" he flinches like you snapped your fingers under his nose. "Yeah?" "you're not saying anything." "oh, ur done?" baby we've been done...he asks a few questions, nothing offensive just genuinely curious- "how long have u felt this way? what made u realize? did u hafta look into it or did u kinda decide for urself like 'idc the rules, im this' or what? are u comfortable?"- just to learn more about the experience. you answer. he nods. then he just shrugs and goes "alright! you're my partner then." and you giggle like a little kid and then sob like an even littler kid- it got you stressed man! its ok frankies here to help n he comforts u, mumbling sweet nothings, kissing allllllllll over ur face, rubbing ur back n ur head and ur hands n ur waist or whatever he can get his grubby paws on. he cuddles u for a while, very lovely moment

♤ you talked to like all his friends before you came out to him, especially gerard. Just asking them questions, if mikey would even be okay or comfortable with you becoming a man. Gerard reminded you that mikeys like a tire swing-he swings all directions. 'Half of jersey, all of warped tour' ya know, so it really doesn't matter, but it still worries you. He didnt sign up to date a man, ya know!

♤ you ease into it slowly. More masculine clothing, trying out more masculine makeup, you went and got your hair cut short and told mikey it was "cuz its hot outside." He didnt read into it too much, summer was starting up, but you could tell he could notice something was changing.

♤ its been months. Months of easing into manhood, (i need to rephrase but i cant think of anything other than using the word "masculinity" for the 700,000th time 😀so deal with the weird wording) months of slowly, discreetly transitioning. Now you had to tell mikey. Ray reassured you that if anything happened, he'd still be there for you. Gerard reminded you that mikey wouldn't care either way and nothing is gonna happen-he'll love you all the same. And frank promised that if Mikey even hesitates at accepting you, he'll beat his ass.

♤ coming out wasnt exactly the hard part-you thought it was easy to just state "im trans." What made it hard was watching him watch you, eyes widening a little as he took it in, squirming on the couch. You bit your lip, anxious. Did you almost cry? let's not talk about it.

♤ he just nodded a bit and shrugged, "alright." It kinda made you angry-FUCKIN NOMCHLANT ASSHOLE SAY SMTUN LOVING-but thats the way he was. Chill. Laid back.

♤ did you cry? let's not talk about it

♤ he was quick to try to comfort u-not one of his strengths-as you sobbed. You had been so stressed out, worried about him rejecting you or just never treating you the same, and it was such a relief that he didnt seem mad. He reassured you he wouldn't just leave cause you needed to change-everybody changes. It doesnt bug him. He still loves you anyway!

♤ he held you close on the couch, your head on his chest and you both fell asleep there. The next day he bought you candy and a card that said some sappy shit about how much he loves you and hes glad you trusted him enough to tell him and if theres any way he can help with the transition, he would love too.♡

♤ you called everyone, one at a time, and told them the good news. Gerard was excited, asking you how it went. He did force you to tell him he was right though. Ray just went on and on about how proud of you he was and he bought you one of those like Costco slices of rainbow cake. Frank answered the phone by asking "should I go get my brass knuckles?" And when you said no and told him how it went he giggled at how excited you were and tried to bribe you both into getting matching pride tattoos.