PUNK'S NOT DEAD

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feel free to edit or elaborate as you please .   ( add  ‘ reverse ‘  to your message if you’d like to see how my muse would perform the action ) . otherwise , send in one of these for my muse’s reaction to   …

[ lit ]  your muse lighting a cigarette , spliff , etc. for mine . 

[ order ]  your muse ordering for mine at a restaurant or bar .

[ guide ]  your muse putting a hand on mine’s back to lead them .

[ pay ]  your muse paying for mine at a store , bar , restaurant , etc . ( you can specify where or for what . )

[ open ]  your muse opening a door for mine .

[ dry ]  your muse drying mine off with a towel after a shower , bath , swimming , etc . 

[ instruct ]  your muse giving mine instructions / telling them what to do . 

[ groom ]  your muse adjusting mine’s appearance , such as straightening a tie , fixing their hair , or buttoning their shirt for them , etc . 

[ direct ]  your muse taking mine by the chin and telling them to look yours in the eye .

[ disagree ]  your muse sternly telling mine  ‘ no ‘ .

[ rest ]  your muse resting their arm over mine’s shoulder / s .

[ clean ]  your muse cleaning a smudge of something off mine’s cheek , forehead , etc .   feel free to specify what and how . 

[ answer ]  your muse answering a question meant for mine . 

[ coat ]   your muse holds mine’s coat out for them while they put it on .

[ pilot ]  your muse taking mine by the arm , hand , shoulder , etc . to lead them . 

[ stare ]  your muse staring mine down . 

[ placement ]  your muse telling mine to sit down .

[ teach ]  your muse taking control of mine’s hand , arm , hips , etc . to make sure they do something correctly .  

[ patience ]  your muse telling mine to be patient .

[ tears ]  your muse wiping away mine’s tears .

[ swat ]  your muse swatting mine’s hand away from something they’re not supposed to touch .  

[ jewelry  ]  your muse clasping a piece of jewelry for mine , such as a necklace , or earrings . 

[ enough ]  your muse commanding mine to stop talking . 

[ retrieve ]  your muse requesting or ordering mine to retrieve them something .

[ invite ]  your muse inviting mine to sit on their lap .

[ lean ]  your muse inviting mine to lean into their side while they’re sitting or laying together . 

[ calm ]   your muse telling mine to  ‘ just breathe ‘ .

[ scold ]  your muse scolding mine for something .

[ comfort ]  your muse pulling mine into a reassuring hug .

[ approval ]  your muse complimenting mine on a choice they’ve made .

[ beckon ]  your muse beckoning mine to them without speaking . 

[ laces ]  your muse lacing , tying , or zipping something for mine , such as shoes , a dress , or a jacket , etc .

[ stay ]  your muse telling mine to stay in the car . 

[ defend ]  your muse defending mine’s reputation , dignity , or safety for them . 

[ feed ]  your muse feeding mine something , feel free to specify what .

[ volume ]  your muse demanding mine speak louder .

[ read ]  your muse reading something to mine .

[ refill ]  your muse refilling mine’s glass for them . 

Bacon Ice Cream: a “what were you even thinking” headcanon.

Black Raspberry Cheesecake: a sexuality and/or romanticism headcanon (romantic orientation, sexual orientation, etc).

Cactus Fruit Sorbet: a “this shouldn’t work but it does” headcanon.

Cherry Garcia: a role model/inspiration headcanon.

Chubby Hubby: a body image/self esteem headcanon.

Chunky Monkey: a names, addresses, nicknames, etc. headcanon.

Cookies and Cream: a family headcanon.

Cotton Candy Explosion: a childhood/child(ren) headcanon.

Death By Chocolate: an indulgence/guilty pleasure headcanon.

Devil’s Food Chocolate: a vice headcanon.

Dulce de Leche: a happy/sweet romantic or queerplatonic headcanon.

Elderberry: a hurt/comfort headcanon.

Entangled Mints: a friendship headcanon.

Espresso ‘n Cream: a coffee/tea/coffee-shop (AU)/caffeine headcanon.

Fudge Behaving Badly: a misbehaving/getting into trouble headcanon.

Ginger Crème Brûlée: a gender headcanon (gender identity, gender presentation, butch/femme, gender feels, etc).

Half Baked: a bad idea/poor planning headcanon.

Heartbreak Healer: a sad/angsty romantic or queerplatonic headcanon.

Jasmine Peach Tea: a self-care/self-love headcanon.

Kahlua Almond Fudge: a language/words headcanon.

Kiwi Midori: a creative arts headcanon.

Lemon Angel Food: a virtue headcanon.

Lemon-Lime Sorbet: a sexual/NC-17 headcanon (alt: a secret(s) h/c).

Magic Mint Cookie: a magic/supernatural headcanon (alt: a taste h/c).

Masque of the Raspberry Sorbet: a fear/horror headcanon (alt: a costume(s)/facade(s) headcanon).

Neapolitan: an intimacy/vulnerability (or lack thereof) headcanon.

Orange Pineapple Whip: a kinky headcanon (alt: an eccentricity h/c).

Oreo Cheesecake: a physical health/disability headcanon.

Peanut Butter Plum Cherry: a soulmate/soulmate AU headcanon (alt: an unconditional love headcanon)

Phish Food: a music headcanon.

Purple Daze: a stoner/drugs headcanon.

Rainbow Cream: a nature headcanon.

Road Trip: a travel or escapism headcanon.

Rocky Road: a difficulty or struggle headcanon.

SNAFU (Strawberries Naturally All Fudged Up): a mistake(s) headcanon.

Strawberry Rhubarb Crunch: a mental health/neurodivergent headcanon.

Tennessee Mud: an alcohol, drunkenness, intoxication headcanon.

Tuxedo Strawberry: a well-dressed headcanon (any headcanon about clothes).

Vanilla Fudge Ripple: a strength headcanon.

White Raspberry Truffle: a weakness headcanon.

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He was the first familiar face Dante saw.

Dante saw him by chance, passing him by on the sidewalk, lost in another one of his hazy half-dreams. At first, he didn’t think anything of it. Of course his friends would show up in his dreams. Friends, family, brothers… they all floated, in, out, ghosts just out of his reach. 

But no, wait, this was real. This was no dream. That was him. That was—

“…Daylen?”

Dante spun around, wide awake, eyes shining with a brilliant mania. 

“Daylen?”

Wait, no, not like that. Don’t be weird. Be cool.

Catching himself, Dante stepped back, rested his hands behind his back, hoping Daylen hadn’t seen their trembling—  and pushed down the tremors in his jaw. 

The smile came easily, but tightly, too tightly.

“…S—sooo, enjoyin’ y’vacay, Gandalf?”

There wasn’t much to do right now. All the buildings were still destroyed from Maker knows what. No electricity meant Daylen couldn’t use the conveniences he’d grown used to. He wasn’t even aware of who brought everyone here. Given how closed off the island felt right now, the mage could only explore.

Not actually outside the city of course. It felt too risky when he didn’t know what would happen. There were far too many unanswered questions. Daylen might as well make a list of them. Given not everyone could remember Hive City, putting his memories on paper might be a good idea. Although he wouldn’t want his housemates stumbling onto his thoughts.

The Warden hasn’t been intentionally seeking others out from the city. His life has been full of strange coincidences ever since the Blight. With that in mind, it’s almost better to let people come to him. Just Yasuo being here was a shock.

He almost misses Dante at first. At times like these, it’s easy to be stuck in your own world. Daylen can’t help but feel angry over how everything ended. He feels no real conclusion; no vengeance or even real understanding of the situation. Stewing in these regrets is all he can do.

“It’s been quite a while, hasn’t it Dante? I didn’t expect to see you again. Almost feels like old faces are popping up everywhere.”

For now the man’s nervous body language goes unnoticed. The reference goes over his head too.

Dante felt the muscles in his neck ease up. Yeah, ‘course they would. This was Daylen, after all. Good ol’ Da, friendly as the old family dog — and twice as clueless. 

His smile eased up, lazier, almost, even, a little sheepish. “Yeah, kinda left y’hangin’, huh?” He shrugged, as if dropping off the face of the earth was just another Tuesday for him. “Sorry ‘bout that, I had t’... take five.” 

Yeah, five years, more like it.

...But he couldn’t take it anymore. The city burnt down. The city built itself back up. The city was under attack. The city bounced right back. The city killed people. The city brought them back. The city dangled a carrot on the stick. The city pulled it back.

The city didn’t care.

So he tuned out. Let the scientists do whatever they damn well wanted. He had his brother. They couldn’t take him— away—

A phantom passed over Dante’s face, freezing his smile into a twisted grimace— but, just like that, it was gone, replaced with a mocking pout. “...But y’know, y’coulda called! M’wounded, just wounded. Ain’t we best buddies, Da?”

“But anyway, y’got me! Some summer getaway, huh? No pools, no BBQ, n’ they didn’t even bother t’pick up th’litter! Whoever dragged us over here, lemme tell y’, I? Wanna speak t’their manager.”

...Wait, If Daylen was here, and ‘old faces’ were popping up everywhere, then—?

“...H-hey, this is a long shot, Christ on th’cross knows he’s probably locked himself in a broom closet, th’hermit, but have y’seen—”