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hairmetal666 · 1 year

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A continuation of the childhood sweethearts first kiss fic...

Eddie is 10 when he get his first kiss. A lot of people wouldn't consider it a real first, It's a dry press of chapped lips, chaste and sweet, but it remains the best kiss he's ever had, the one that means the most.

It's the summer before he moves to Hawkins--spending the school break with his Uncle Wayne--before he's known to the town as a loser weirdo freak, and he makes a friend. A boy golden bright as the sun, who steals Eddie's heart at first glance and keeps taking it again and again and again--not by force, but by his pure kindness, by his surprisingly wicked sense of humor, by the joyful way he experiences the world.

They run through the woods of Hawkins, ride bikes until the streetlights glow, swim until they fall asleep on a pool lounger, spend their nights in a tent in the wide Harrington backyard. He's not known around town yet, so the parents don't hate him, call him trash, fear for their child's reputation. He's just a boy still, his faded clothes and worn tennis shoes can be blamed on northing more than the consequences of a summer spent outdoors. Though, maybe it's just that Mr. and Mrs. Harrington aren't around enough to notice.

On his last night before he returns home to his parents, they make a fort in Steve's bedroom, find all the blankets and pillows in the house, create a cozy structure just big enough for two. They share all their secrets, their hopes and dreams, and as night becomes morning, Steve whispers, "Eddie...can I kiss you?"

Yes is the only possible answer he can give, and as Steve's mouth touches his, Eddie knows he will never love anyone else, not for as long as he lives, not if they never even see each other again.

He belongs to Steve Harrington, body and soul.

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Eddie moves to Hawkins a year later. His first day of school, two months into the semester, he sees Steve in the hallway. Eddie's whole face lights up as he sees his friend, but--Steve's eyes slide right past him. He sees Eddie, no doubt about it, but there's no light of recognition, no excitement, no joyful reunion.

After a few years he accepts that Steve will never acknowledge him. He almost succeeds in not letting it bother him, and it's for that reason that it doesn't break his heart when Steve falls for Nancy Wheeler. It doesn't kill him to see Steve's beaten face after his fight with Jonathan Byers. It doesn't keep him up at night, watching Steve lose all his other friends. He doesn't hate jocks and rant on cafeteria tabletops just in the hope that Steve will look his way.

Everything changes after Nancy and Steve break-up and Hargrove beats the shit out of him. Whatever high school social cachet Steve still has disappears overnight, but dethroned King Steve still doesn't notice Eddie. He's made his peace with it. Moved on. He's an adult now, basically. He's going to graduate high school and move to the big city and he'll meet so many guys and never ever think about Steve Harrington ever again.

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He's smoking a cigarette in the little-used bathroom up by the auditorium. His eyes are half-closed, imagining shapes in the tendrils of smoke.

The door bangs open, shocking him upright, the cigarette falling to the floor.

Steve Harrington stumbles inside, hands covering his face, blood pouring through his fingers.

"Steve!" Eddie yelps, can't help it when there's blood, when Steve is hurt.

Like always, he doesn't even bother to look at Eddie. It shouldn't shred his heart to pieces but Eddie's always been weak for Steve.

"What happened?" He asks, even though he knows he shouldn't care.

"Doesn't matter," Steve answers. He's standing at the sink, blood splattering the white porcelain red.

Acting against each one of his sharply honed instincts, Eddie rushes to the nearest paper towel dispenser, ripping half the roll off.

"Move your hands. Relax your head." He's surprised when Steve does as he says.

Eddie uses the paper towels to staunch the flow, pinches at the bridge of Steve's nose with his thumb and index finger. "How do you not know how to fix a bloody nose?" he mutters.

"I know how," Steve argues. "I just--" he pauses, swallows hard. "Why are you helping me?"

He doesn't know how to answer this question. He shouldn't be helping Steve.

"I don't know."

They don't talk again, not until the bleeding stops, and then Steve says, "It was Hagan, the motherfucker. He shoved me into a locker and I didn't have time to get my hands up."

"He's a dick," Eddie agrees. "It's not broken, though."

Steve shrugs. They fall silent again, neither moving. "Thanks," he says. He doesn't look at Eddie.

"Would have done it for anyone."

Those hazel eyes stay fixed to the linoleum as Steve nods. Eddie doesn't know what to do next. If he should leave or press for more that he shouldn't want.

But then Steve lets out a gulping kind of sob, is falling against Eddie's chest, and Eddie wraps his arms around him, holds him so tight even he can't breathe.

"Oh, Stevie," he whispers, and without really thinking, he pulls them into the nearest stall, shutting the door behind him.

Between his cries Steve repeats, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Eddie can't tell him that it's okay, so he combs his fingers through Steve's hair and holds him, fighting off his own tears.

Eventually the sobs stop and the tears dry up, but Steve doesn't break their embrace.

"I shouldn't have ignored you, Eddie," Steve says into the quiet. "You didn't deserve it."

"Why did you?" Thinks it's his right to an explanation, after everything.

"I wrote to you. After you left. Was gonna visit Wayne and get your address, but then my dad found them. He said, 'boys don't write letters,' and ripped them up. He told me if you ever showed up in Hawkins again we weren't allowed to be friends. The next week he'd signed me up for every available sports league in town.

"I was so excited when I saw you at school, Eds. I couldn't believe you were here. I panicked, though, and decided to pretend like I didn't recognize you. It was easy, not having to decide what to do, so I just...kept doing it. I wanted my dad to be proud of me."

"I'm sorry he did that to you, Stevie. For what it's worth, I would've loved to get those letters. I would've written back."

Steve laughs a little. "I know. I'm so sorry I hurt you. I've regretted it every day, but I had no idea how to make it right."

Eddie shouldn't want more. He knows that he's lucky they've even had this moment, but he always needs to push.

"You could try now," he says.

"Hmm?"

"To make it right. You could try now."

A smile illuminates Steve's perfect face. "You mean it?"

Steve's hand slips against Eddie's cheek, moving up to card through his hair. His thoughts scatter like fractures of light, as Steve touches him in a way he only imagined in the midnight depths of his wildest fantasies.

Their second kiss is just as soft and sweet as the first, their lips coming together in a gentle press.

They separate, and his fingers immediately go to his mouth. "You--did you--" He squeezes his eyes shut, takes a few deep breaths. "You can't kiss me like that unless you mean it, Steve. You can't just--"

"I meant it. I meant every second. I never stopped missing you. I hated that I made it impossible to be your friend. It's been eating me up for years. I want to make it right."

"I need time," he says. His voice trembles. " I want that too, Steve, but after everything, I need to know I can trust you."

Steve nods and gives him a small smile. "I'll do anything, Eds."

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They hangout almost everyday, and Eddie finds that, underneath all that King Steve bullshit, he's still the boy Eddie fell head over heels for at 10, golden and bright and so lovely. Still mean, still funny, still owns Eddie's heart.

Steve doesn't kiss him again, and that's for the best no matter how much Eddie longs for it.

A little over a month later, Steve invites Eddie to his house again.

He follows Steve up to his bedroom--just as terribly plaid, just as empty of things that made it Steve's--except there's a pillow fort built against the bed.

"What's this?" Eddie raises an eyebrow and stifles a smile.

Steve rolls his eyes. "You know what. C'mon, get in."

They're a little too big for a fort now, but they squish inside, limbs tangling until they end up in a giggling heap.

"A fort, Stevie?" Eddie asks once he can talk again.

Steve's smile is soft. "These last few weeks have been the best of my life. You're my best friend. And I was just wondering--" he falters here for the first time, breath stuttering. "Can I kiss you?"

Sparks erupt in Eddie's chest, his smile so big that it hurts. What a fool he was, to think he would ever stop loving Steve Harrington.

"Please," he answers.

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koszmarnybudyn · 8 months

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Slightly changed my d00d design recently.

#dndads #dungeons and daddies #d00d #the doodler #my art #im back in school so the angst is back #ahhh the autism is autisming so be prepered for vent arts probablly #might also not make art cause im so damn tired and will be busy

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geminifourth · 1 year

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You can do it too. Try listening to the sound of your heart.

#my school president #tinngun #geminifourth #gemini norawit #fourth nattawat #mygifs #userlotad #i genuinely forgot how to gif ok #so just accept these crusty gifs #im not like making a comeback fkjsdhfkjs im just excited about my new url #i'll go back on semi hiatus after this #also i want what they have #all i had in high school was angst #where is my puppy love fluff era i was robbed

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sagau-my-beloved · 1 year

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Death At The Hands Of A God

Warnings: general sagau, imposter au, light descriptions of violence/gore, you die/are killed (by Venti), angst

It seemed as if the rain was particularly heavy, almost unusually so as it fell in sheets, occasionally catching the light of the moon, making it look no different than strands of silver.

That should have been a sign, the rain, the fog, the agitation of the weather. Mondstadt hadn't faced a storm this bad since before their current Archon, even the winds of Dvalin paled in comparison.

Venti was so ignorant not to pick up on the clues laid out before him by his own nation as he trudged through heavy rain, his bow at the ready and a sinking feeling in his chest.

He would never say he disliked the rain, despite what unpleasant memories linger in the back of his mind from those times. But everything carried a harsher weight when was faced with his current task, one assigned to him by no other than his creator.

Venti stopped to rest a moment, leaning against a tree for partial coverage, though it did little to shield his already soaked clothes. He felt something heavy and unpleasant in his chest as he reflected on the situation, an unshakable sense of wrongness, one that clouded his mind and dulled his senses. You were what he was after, you who posed a threat to the divine order simply because of your face.

He thought back on his creators’ honeyed words, a sickeningly sweet tone that he had never heard them use before, not that they very commonly addressed him at all, which made this particular summons out of place, a mixture of excitement and worry bubbling in his chest as he walked through their temple. To kill someone impersonating them, that is what they ordered him, hinting at the possible consequences his nation may face if he didn't comply with the utmost enthusiasm, the threat of which rang particularly loud when faced with what they had done to other nations in fits of anger.

He knew deep within him that this wasn't remotely justified, that he might as well be punished alongside you if the crime was simply stealing a face. If only you chose to look like another human, or even an Archon, he would have taken your mimicry of him as a complementary. But alas. Those feelings were pushed down and covered by the vow he made to his nation, one born of nothing but love and a promise for a brighter future.

Venti had considered alternatives, confronting you with your motive, begging you to make yourself scarce, making his own judgement on your reasons and framing his response accordingly, but those were all fleeting thoughts, quickly pushed away as soon as they arose. He couldn't get attached, he couldn't afford to think of you as human, and he certainly couldn't afford it getting back to his creator that he failed them.

He had heard about your existence from other sources, apparently being so bold as to walk directly into Mondstadt. You weren't met with pitchforks and torches, his people were more civilized than that, but the hostility was as sharp as a knife. You had left of your own accord after having no luck obtaining food or a place to stay, he had only heard after the fact from gossipers drinking late into the night, the faces of which were forced into his mind as he once again thought of his creators’ threat.

Venti was pulled from his thoughts due to a subtle noise, one almost unnoticeable through the heavy onset of rain, but it was there. A branch and a pile of leaves, something big enough to break them, and no one in their right mind would be out in this weather, except...

He swallowed what little apprehension he’d not already buried, reverting his mindset to something it had been five hundred years ago with the quick draw of his bow. The Archon saw you in the distance, just as soaked as he was, clothes tattered and foreign, scared. A quick death was the least you deserved, one free from suffering, and maybe your next life would be more forgiving.

He aimed for your head, a clear shot even now, but it seemed the moonlight that glinting off his bow caught your attention as you quickly turned your body to face him in a defensive stance, eyes wide, fearful, as if you could see what was about to come to fruition.

Your mouth moved, only fragments of the noise it produced were carried to him, broken syllables and muffled notes the very wind urged him to listen to.

You had said his name.

Venti faltered before the arrow released, for the first time in centuries, its' path no longer as steady or sure as it had been.

It hit your throat.

Venti's legs were moving before he consciously realized, forcing his body to where you fell, as if collapsing in on yourself, until he could finally see you clearly, drenched in rain and golden liquid, mixing together indiscriminately as they soak into the ground below.

There was a feeling of shock, which developed in his throat first, spreading evenly throughout the rest of his body, as if it were in his bloodstream. He looked at your terrified expression, a pained and now lifeless one, holding only fragments of the fear you felt.

What had he done.

Venti felt himself fall to his knees, hands immediately going to where his arrow lay firmly lodged, feeling for a pulse in an act he knew to be worthless.

"No. No, n-no— no. Please!" His voice cracked as his mind caught up with what his eyes were forcing him to behold.

You were the divine creator, Teyvat's one true God, and he had—

No. He couldn't even think it, the word that was on the tip of his mind carried nothing but pain, anguish and insufferable heartache, the likes of which he hadn't felt, well since...

Without thinking, Venti wrapped his arms around you, laid his head on your stomach, forced his eyes closed, and prayed. For your return, for forgiveness, and if not for any of that, then simply for a form of retribution.

He hadn't realized he'd started crying, tears and rain alike falling from his face onto your form, pooling at his eyes until the world around him became harder and harder to see.

The position you both rested in was not unlike that day long ago, forever etched in his memory and resurfaced through reflections.

Was this simple his fate? To find himself holding in his arms the corpse of someone he loved so dearly, over and over again. Was it written in his very being that all good things would be torn violently from him with little care to how it left him shattered, scrambling for the pieces of what little piece of mind he had left.

There was no coming back from this, no form of atonement. He could feel the shackles encasing his wrists, invisibly tying him to this moment, to where you had stood alive moments prior. His days of living freely died with you, forever encased in the space between where your souls had briefly met, and it was no more than he deserved.

It was only a moment later that your body was gone, dissolved into the stardust it was born from, slipping through his arms and carried by the wind that no longer obeyed him. That didn't stop him from reaching desperately, gasping and clawing at the air for what remained, heart in his throat as he begged for mercy, for anything but you depriving him of your vessel even after death.

You couldn't really be gone, not fully, you who so powerfully morphed this world from willpower alone, who disappeared for an infinite stretch of time only to descend again. Even if your vessel may have been no stronger than human, your soul was as old and powerful as existence itself, it would linger on in whatever form it had existed before, watching, waiting.

He would be ready for when you decided to give this world a second chance, he would wait an eternity and more to see your face again and repent a thousand times over, bear any hardships in the time between only to fall to his knees in complete acceptance at whatever you deem an acceptable punishment when faced with your light again.

But first...

It seemed as if there was a loose end to tie up, a deceiver bearing the ultimate sin, one much more deserving of his arrow, and one that would suffer a fate worse than death in your name.

Venti roughly brushed the tears from his face, eyes darkening as he shakily pulled himself from his knees, feeling as if his body couldn't decide between flying or collapsing.

His ‘creator’ would soon face all the fear and pain that was forced upon you, the wrath of a god who had lost everything for the second time, a goal he planned to pursue till his dying breath.

#genshin impact #sagau #genshin venti #sagau impostor au #genshin angst #my attempt at imposter au cause why not #I didn't realize there was like no dialogue until editing whoops #kind of set up so that I can do a part 2 where you come back and we get that fun dynamic #don't know if i will tho #also hi #it's been a minute #how you guys doing #school sucks that's how I'm doing #despite that I'll probably be posting another oneshot tomorrow #not as sad thankfully #anyway yeah this was more just a self challenge to see if i could do imposter au without breaking the characterization I've got going rn #luckily he's just so full of trama that i can make constant references to that to help tie things together #anyway lantern rite how we feeling

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mothmanavenue · 11 months

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you were the one that i loved you were the one that i loved! don’t need another metaphor it’s simple enough!

#voltron #keith and lance broke up in high school #keith didn’t wanna leave their hometown but lance had dreams of making it big in the city #he’s a really popular singer but something went wrong and he was sent to his hometown to avoid bad press/take a mental health break #lance DOES make it #keith still home pretending he isn’t obsessed with lance and works in a garage or as a tattoo artist and lance sees him as is like FUCK #and bada bing bada boom they fall back in love and lance angsts a lot about being famous and not wanting keith to suffer but. keith doesn’t #have twitter. so. he’s like whatever babe and the whole internet is like WHO IS THE MYSTERY MAN IN MCCLAINS NEW SONGS????#song: hits different by taylor swift #voltron legendary defender #voltron fanart #vld #vld fanart #klance #lance mcclain #keith kogane #vld lance #klance fanart #keith kogane voltron #keith kogane fanart #lance mcclain fanart #lance mcclain art #lance voltron #lance voltron fanart #keith voltron #keith voltron fanart #klance voltron #klance voltron fanart #romcom au #modern au

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shadowgasp · 11 months

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“enough talk! i dream about fighting every night!”

“you’ve got a rage problem, Raph-“

“IT’SNOTAPROBLEM >:D”

#not cr #guys. guys my brain. my brain is beginning to rot #the brain rot has begun #the turtles are back #tmnt #tmnt raphael #tmnt raph 2023 #cant wait for the next movies about these specific turtles where his silly middle school rage turns into full blown angst :D #tmnt 2023 #tmnt mutant mayhem #tmnt mm #teenage mutant ninja turtles #leigh speaks #photo #quotes

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tangyangie · 10 months

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ong okayokay what abt karma w an rlly quiet n shy reader? she's really quiet in class,speaks in a low tone,and is often asked to raise her voice. she's also sensitive so if a teacher scolded her she'd tear up easily. but when a dude in her class threw a remark abt her body? oh boy,she got mad. that's when she actually gets mad,and when she does,she just becomes the complete opposite of her shy and quiet self. and after she's done yelling at him,she just goes like;"ehe:3 oopsie!:3" while the poor boy is just bawling at her insults. hehehehehegehhd how would karma react😈

𝐃𝐎𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐄𝐃𝐆𝐄

synopsis. karma x fem!reader who is shy and quiet but has a side to her that she doesn't let people see—unless in the worst of situations.

notes. oo this is a cool idea !! the oopsie ties everything together

"louder, please, y/n."

what is that, the fifth time today you've heard that?

"...3?" you say, still too quiet for the teacher's liking. but, it was loud enough to hear.

"nope. pay attention, we just said that wasn't the answer."

sighing, you buried your head in your hands and melted into your chair. you swore you heard a few snickers and felt eyes boring into your skull.

staring into your desk, your vision became blurry as the tears began to form.

school's finally out—yet not soon enough. walking as quickly as possible through the front doors, you wiped the teardrops that fell from your eyes. sniffles escaped you as you tried preventing anyone from seeing you in this state.

but, of course—karma saw you. how couldn't he? the most observant boy you know, who also happens to take notice of you more often than not?

he's watching you closely as you rush to the sidewalk, carelessly running home.

just what was going on with you?

he would've asked, but you were already out of sight by the time he registered your crying.

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the next day couldn't have started off worse. the rain was one thing, but slipping and nearly falling on your face was another. watered-down mud from everyone's shoes leaving residue on the floor latched onto your clothes, making you look like even more of a mess than you already were.

more giggles. just what you needed.

pushing yourself up, you brushed yourself off as you fought the tears threatening to show themselves. wiping your face with your wrist, you took a deep breath and began walking again. that is, until you overheard a conversation.

"y/n's so dumb. her body looks like a constipated potato. i'd feel bad for anyone who had to touch it."

the only thing that followed were laughs and stares into the back of your head.

turning around, you gripped onto your backpack strap. the troubled and teary look you had on your face earlier showed no signs of ever having existed. what replaced it was a neutral look.

your face was one of a bored kid in a study hall, yet your aura was one out for blood. they could feel it.

you began slowly walking towards them. step by step. one foot in front of the other. not breaking eye contact by even blinking.

when suddenly, a smirk appeared on your features.

"constipated potato, huh?"

karma overheard you. and once seeing the look on your face, he knew he was going to stay for this.

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not even a teacher was going to interfere with you now. the sheer amount of noise that was coming from you was unnatural enough, let alone the insults spewing from your lips.

they were unheard of—just your very first statement had all of their jaws dropping. you were saying the craziest things ever. the boy who insulted you began pouring out tears from the utter embarrassment he was going through.

you were on a roll. insults and taunts just expelling from your mouth with no end. the students around you couldn't help but laugh either, the situation just being so hilarious.

the boy having been reduced to a sobbing mess from the girl who would cry at a pebble knocking the window. he was on his knees at this point, sobbing into his hands. the puddle from his tears was more than the amount of rain dragged in by the students.

karma was simply bewildered. just... eyes wide, jaw dropped, completely shocked.

"not even the dog wants you, even though he ate it in the first place!! that's your personality, that's also been shit on by every 8 year old on social media that thinks they've got the comebacks of the century!!"

you weren't giving him time to get a word in, let alone recover!! this was a fight to the death, and you were beating a corpse.

"sorry that your little 'i don't shut up, i grow up—and when i look at you, i throw up' doesn't work on anyone, because it's so childish that it's funny."

no hesitation was seen by you. no signs of stopping. the bell had already rung, but there was maybe one person at their desk—on the other side of the school.

"have you even shown your face on the internet since you were 10? because that's the only time i'd say something like that in public and not actually be ashamed."

at this point, he was hiccuping and sobbing like a waterfall had been implanted in his eyes. his face was snotty and everything—he honestly looked pathetic, and everyone knew it.

you stood there in silence for a few seconds. he raised his head, looking up at you in fear.

"oops! sorry, i got a bit carried away there!" you giggle, smiling—before beginning to turn around and skip away without a care in the world.

and then a certain someone stopped you.

"oh—hey, karma!"

he was in complete shock.

"y/n, that might have been the coolest thing i have ever seen before." he smiles, honestly amused.

he's honestly so excited. spends the next three periods brainstorming pranks with you so that you can humiliate the boy even further. if he hasn't left school, yet.

he's surprised by the change in attitude, but he welcomes it with open arms. and buckets of green slime that are just itching to be poured over a certain someone.

notes. idk this one feels really short... i'm sorry i didn't make it longer 💔💔 these are also the best insults i could come up with at the moment but i have an m&m overload headache so i can't really think straight rn !!

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givehimthemedicine · 2 years

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To people saying Lucas joining basketball in 4 was totally out of the blue, may I direct you to the basketball in 3 Max's bedroom.

You can't tell me that the default Lumax date activity in spring/summer of 85 wasn't just hanging out shooting hoops, often enough that someone who has never mentioned basketball before could be good enough at it by 86 to make that game-winning basket.

Billy died on the 4th of July and school starts around fall, not sure when Max dumped Lucas but she was probably already visibly depressed by the start of the school year. I think Lucas took up basketball not just hoping for a fresh start from nerd bullying, but hoping Max would be proud of him and have a shared interest because it was something they used to do together.

He tries to give her a ticket to his game and she says "you really care about this?" which of course sounds to him like I don't care and I think it's stupid that you do. But then he says "yeah I do, maybe we should find something you care about, too?" and the fact that he thinks she doesn't care hurts so much she literally stops dead in her tracks.

It's not about basketball for Lucas. He said "we". He's doing this to try to connect with Max, to find something that makes her happy. And Max actually does care, just not about basketball, only about Lucas (she listened to his game on the radio). Just like those dates were never about basketball in the first place, only about spending time together.

She didn't mean she doesn't care. She was questioning whether his interest in basketball is really about basketball, because she knows what's up, but she can't let herself believe he still really cares about her after she's been pushing him away for months. So she deflects and leans into "oh you're a jock now, idc, good luck." But she knows.

And that is the story of the basketball on Max's shelf

#lumax #lucas sinclair #max mayfield #neither of their houses have a hoop out front #and they couldn't hang out at max's house anyway because billy #so either Lucas had a hoop out back or they went to the park or school #mine #angst #character analysis #headcanon

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decarbry · 1 year

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I came here from the bird app to follow you and I WAS ALREADY DOING IT. One question, were erasermic together before Aizawa became a Nomu? And are we getting some heavy angst OwO? I love your style btw. Sorry if this is already answered and I haven't seen it u.u.

yeah they're married 😎

#boku no hero academia fanart #Yabureme Aizawa AU #shouta aizawa #Hizashi yamada #erasermic #for this AU I subscribe to the timeline of #whirlwind first romance erasercloud during high school and the mutual loss of oboro helped erasermic take root #the former definitely never destined to last even if oboro hadn't died #and the latter destined to be soulmates #mic just wants his yoinked husband back #also YEAH I PLAN TO PROVIDE ANGST #I've alluded to erasermic marriage by including wedding bands in yabureme stuff but I don't know if I've explicitly SAID married #so now I have

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aprilblossomgirl · 9 months

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i need them (and their little bikes) to meet in a drama.

#but not in a high school setting!#perth tanapon #chimon wachirawit #winny thanawin #satang kittiphop #kanghansailom #soundwin #(i said this a million time but i need perth and satang to play brothers)#i should be giffing something else but this had been on the back of my mind since the dangerous romance trailer dropped #rarely satisfied with my b/w gifs but giffing these ones brought me a strange sense of joy #this is not a parallel this is just my wishful thinking #imagine the double potential angst we could have #dangerous romance #my school president #my drama journal 📝#*gifs

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berensteinsmonster · 9 months

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stinky.mp4

i ehmmm... reworked some things about my silly project. i wasnt sure whether or not i wanted to show it more professionally but since schools starting soon i might as well showcase a hint of my rework that i did a few days ago + character redesigns

im actually really proud of me rework :} it feels simpler and more concise compared to their old artwork. I also tried to avoid the ambidextrous sprite on Phil and Zack by keeping their zipper and scarf on the same side. I also decided to not place Smiley's ponytail in the middle so that her outline still has the shape of her ponytail

as for the story of this game... to be honest the script has not been going great since i cant seem to write out the story i want... maybe its the sleeplessness.. bah

and uhm yeah. thats what ive been working on. i hope this turns out well..!

#berenmon art #my art #should i fandom tag this...... uhhh #i feel nervous doing that haha #i think ill just keep this as berenmon art #as a sort of devlog i suppose #it feels good to do art again #and it feels better to let myself be a little sloppy at it #i really had to pick this project up just days before back to school. arghh!!! creativity why do you surge at these times!#sigh...#ok im done angsting #riddle school #phil eggtree #smiley sundae #phred whistler #zack kelvin

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ardienothesieno · 6 months

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OC Writing

idk im bored and procrastinating and the guys wont get out of my head

uhhhhhh tw mildly suggestive

lesbian robot and their cool girlfriend have a conversation and some not-so-cool shit happens

angst angst angst angst angst--

They were interrupted from their writing by the sudden entrance of someone into their chamber. They dismissed the screen hovering in front of them, spinning towards the access shaft to find--

"Hey Ash," Fireflies said, head poking out of the tunnel.

If Ashes from Above had been built with a mouth, they would be beaming. They slowly released the zero gravity in their chamber, gently lowering Fireflies to the floor, and brought their puppet in close. Fireflies laughed, grabbed the sides of Ash's face, and booped the tip of her mask against their forehead. "Morning, love."

Ash let out a giggle, and threw their arms around her. "You haven't come to visit for 4 cycles! I was starting to get worried." "Your overseers follow me constantly! You could have checked in any time." "I did!!" Ash huffed. "But you said you don't like being watched all the time, so I tried to leave you alone. Mostly."

They pulled away from the embrace, wheeling away to hover over Fireflies. "So what brings you to finally break your solitude?" They teased. "Ran out of groceries? Wanted to come lecture me on my lack of work as of late?" "Am I not allowed to just come talk to a friend?" "Friend??" Ash kneed Fireflies in the side of the face (gently) and spun away to a higher height. "We're just friends now, you say?" Fireflies laughed. "Sorry. Best friend." Ash scoffed, causing Fireflies to laugh even harder. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Best of best friends who is such a bestest best friend that I commit unthinkable karmic sins for them." "Better," they responded, looping around their mechanical arm in mid-air.

"But seriously, why today? I thought you usually took the first of the week to paint." "Um. Usually, yes. But, I, um... I... I'm just having a bad day."

Ash stopped spinning and immediately brought their puppet up to her, reaching behind her head to unclasp and gently lift off her intricate golden mask. Fireflies did look more tired then usual. Dark circles surrounded her drooping eyelids, and her lips were dry and cracked. Ash took her face in their hands, tenderly. "...Is this about Blanket?"

It had been a little over one year-cycle since the mass ascension, when their friend and Fireflies' cousin A Blanket, 32 Stitches per Row had ascended with the majority of society. Ash had tried to convince him to stay behind. They had tried to convince all of them to stay behind. Only 152 of their citizens had listened. Who had trusted in Ash's abilities to care for them after the collapse of society. And they were doing a mighty fine job, if they were to say for themself!

"I... Sort of. It's partially about Blanket, but there are some... some other things." "Do you want to talk about any of it?" Fireflies looked away, pursing her lips. "Maybe later." "Can I do anything, then? To make you feel better?" "Just... sit. And talk to me. Please?"

And so they did. They curled up with Fireflies in a corner of their chamber, Fireflies fidgeting with a pearl, Ash talking about everything that had happened in the past 4 cycles. They talked about their conversations with Lingering Fog and Smoke upon Droplets of Rain, their ongoing argument with East of Eden. They talked about how Calling Voids had been rambling about philosophy in the group channel, and how it had gotten so annoying they had to mute it. They talked about their remaining citizens, and all of the weird things that they had caught on their overseers.

"I've noticed some people acting a bit strange. Not noticeable enough to be a concern, but a good portion of my inhabitants have been... quieter, lately. Some of them have been visiting the temples more often. I know it's irrational... but I do worry that some of them intend to ascend sometime in the near future."

Fireflies tensed, hand curling around the pearl in her grasp. "I... will admit that there are... rumors." "Rumors?? Of people wishing to ascend????" "Yeah. Some... some people have been talking about how you don't have the resources to keep the colony going. That we need to ascend before it's too late and we all starve to death." "But that's nonsense!" Ash cried, sitting up straight, Fireflies sliding off of their lap with a grunt. "Did no one read my sustainability proposals?? I have solutions for all of that!! There are enough stores to last two and half year-cycles, and I have plans for when they run out! Purposed organisms, to hunt lizards and other wild creatures in lower altitudes! Factories that could be repurposed into greenhouses and mills! I have everything planned out, and backup plans for if those plans don't work!!" Fireflies grabbed Ash's hands, lowering them and squeezing gently. "I know, I know love, I'm sorry. I trust you. I know you'll keep us all safe. But not everyone has the same faith in you as I do." "I just don't... I've worked so hard..." "I know. I know. I'm so sorry. It's going to be okay." "Should I rewrite my proposals? Make them clearer, make my ideas more palatable? Make sure there's nothing I missed, that I can keep everyone happy and alive and safe and--" "Ash!" Fireflies grasped their hands tighter and yanked their attention to her face, her dark eyes, the small stripes on her snout. "Shhh. It's okay." There was a beat of silence. "Promise me," Ash whispered. "That even if everyone else leaves, that you won't. That you'll stay with me until you can't anymore." Fireflies paused. "I... okay. Yes. I- I won't leave you behind, Ash."

Ash stared at Fireflies before slowly nodding and slumping back against their arm. "Let's... talk about something else. Anything else." Fireflies whispered, snuggling up to Ash's shoulder. "Anything?" "Anything."

Ash thought for a second. "Um. I have a routine maintenance check today? My two remaining mechanics should be going through my structure around now, and will send me any repair orders that need to be executed in the future." "Mmmm. Anything else?" "My overseers have reported 72 yeek sightings over the past 20 cycles." Fireflies chuckled. "That is pretty random." "You said anything."

They laid there for several minutes in silence, enjoying each other's company. Quietly holding each other close. Ash received 17 alerts while they were lying there with Fireflies, of which they all ignored. The only thing more important then this moment would be something completely catastrophic, like a system failure. And the chances of that happening were so slim...

They were beginning to think that Fireflies had fallen asleep when her citizen drone beeped and she sat up with a start. They turned away as Fireflies opened her messages. One of the main rules of their relationship was privacy. Fireflies didn't want Ash peeking through her private conversations and files, and Ash didn't want Fireflies wandering through their memory complexes without permission.

"I. Um. P-probably have to go soon." Ash turned back to Fireflies, and noticed how panicked they looked from reading whatever message they had gotten. "Are you okay?" "Yeah. Uh- yeah. Just... have to go to a meeting. Sort of. It's... complicated. I don't know." Fireflies looked more and more stressed with each passing second. "...Alright. You should probably get going then." "No!! No, I- I have a few more minutes," Fireflies blurted, grabbing Ash's hands again. "...Besides, there's something else I want to do first." "Oh?"

Fireflies pressed her lips to Ash's face. "Oh..." Fireflies laughed, breathily, and wrapped her arms around Ash. "It's been too long since we did anything like this." "Agreed," Ash whispered, burying their hands in Fireflies' hair-tentacles and pulling her forehead against theirs.

Another alert popped up. They dismissed it.

Fireflies made a small noise and pulled Ash even closer, pressing them against her. Her breath was warm and fast on Ash's artificial skin as she frantically whispered, "I love you. I love you so much, Ash. I love--"

- - -

13 Fireflies Amongst Falling Leaves let out a sob as Ash's puppet went limp in her arms. As the chamber lights went out. As the structure around her shuddered and went silent.

She clutched the avatar of the person she loved as the machinery that made up that person deactivated. As the temperature around her started to drop. As Ashes from Above died.

And Fireflies cried.

Her sobs were broken minutes later by a hand on her shoulder. She looked up to see Hundreds of Birds Trapped in a Vortex, one of Ash's mechanics... and the ringleader of the shutdown.

Ash had been right in their suspicions. A good portion of people were worried, and wanted to ascend. Almost all of them did, at that point.

Many of the remaining citizens had spent the last hundred cycles working on raising their karma. Slowly packing things away, shutting down factories and machines, desperately trying to avoid Ash's notice. It would break their heart to see them all to leave, the ringleaders had said. It was kindest for them not to know, the ringleaders had said.

Fireflies was told to distract Ash while the mechanics shut down their systems. And here she was, Ash's puppet lying dead in her arms.

She would have stayed. If they hadn't made the decision to kill Ash when they left. She would have stayed with the iterator she loved until the day she died.

She had no choice, now.

"I'm sorry," Vortex whispered. "I'm so sorry, Fireflies. It was the kindest thing we could do." He grabbed her arm and pulled her to standing, Ash's body falling to the ground with a clang. "Come on, we should get going." "I-- but--" "They're in a better place now, Fireflies. Perhaps we will meet them again in the Great Beyond. Come along now." "W-wait."

Fireflies twisted out of his grasp and stumbled over to Ash's body. She knelt down and shakily removed her scarf, wrapping it around their neck. Their hands trembled as they reached up to slide Ash's metallic eyelids shut. She pressed one last kiss to their forehead, choking out a goodbye to unhearing sound sensors.

Fireflies stood back up and walked over to Vortex, who was standing by the main access door.

The rest of the city was waiting in the mines, ready to venture down to the golden ocean at the bottom of the world.

13 Fireflies Amongst Falling Leaves left the puppet chamber of Ashes from Above for the last time.

Goodbye, my love. I'll see you in the Great Beyond.

#dont worry ash doesnt actually die #they're too cool for that #plus they have too much potential for trauma from this. im not gonna pass up on traumatizing my blorbo!!#also i should probably get back to writing my actual essay for school instead of this now #enjoy the lesbian robot angst #rain world #rain world oc #rw oc #rw iterator #iterator #rw iterator oc #rw ancients #rw ancient oc #writing #ashes from above #thirteen fireflies #oc #ashflies

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