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i'll miss you more than anyone
Time for some Steddie yearning hours!
1.9k words, rated T for language. Angsty pining with a happy, fluffy ending. Basically unedited because I'm posing this at 1am. Forgive any wonky tenses. Now on ao3!
Title from Something About Us by Daft Punk.
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It took considerable force, but Eddie managed to wedge open the only window in his tiny, shitty apartment with a grunt and a sigh. No matter how much WD-40 he forced into it, the damn thing's determined to stick and squeal. If he didn't know any better Eddie would swear it did this just to annoy him. Stubborn piece of shit. Takes one to know one, he figured.
He let out another sigh. Leaning his elbows on the kitchen counter, he flicked his zippo open and lit a smoke, relishing that first warm draw of acridness with his eyes closed. Robin would snark at him about the fact that his lease specified no smoking, but fuck the landlord. He needed this. Eddie tilted his head back and exhaled, watching the smoke curl out and away into the darkened alley between the buildings.
The day had beenā¦ hard, to put it lightly. It was the last day of Steve's visit. He'd come to see Eddie, to explore Seattle, for a whole week. Just the two of them. It'd been so good, even if Eddie's backstabbing heart wouldn't stop hoping that the visit would end up as something more. It was stupid, a useless hope. Stubborn.
They'd meandered around Capitol Hill so Eddie could show off the first place he'd ever felt safe enough to be queer and loud about it, unable to look too long at Steve's expression of relieved pride in him. He let Eddie drag him to a few bars, introduced him to some new friends who welcomed him with open arms and pointed, knowing stares in Eddie's direction. They'd walked along the pier, doing the touristy shit, ate greasy fish and chips wrapped in newspaper and watched seals play and beg for food in the harbour.Ā
Hell, Eddie even let Steve drag him up to the Space Needle. It was something Eddie had refused to do when he first moved, not wanting to do something so mundane and clichƩ when he was trying to become a local. But of course as soon as Steve insisted he folded like wet tissue.
Now Eddie knew he'd be cursed with the image of Steve, his hair windswept, gazing out at the city with wide-eyed wonder at the sparkling sprawl of buildings as the sunset painted him in pink and golden hues.
Eddie didn't even bother looking at the city, the ocean. They couldn't ever compare.
Not for the first time that night, Eddie hung his head and rubbed at his eye with the heel of his palm, wishing the image would stop fucking tormenting him. He was so fucking hopeless.
Raising his head again, he took another drag and stared up at the moon. Light pollution blotted out everything but the moon and Venus. It was the one thing he missed about Hawkins (that was a lie, always a lie), seeing the stars appear in the deep, dark blue above like all the gods took a needle to the fabric of the sky. Here, Eddie's only two stellar companions danced around each other every night. Sometimes closer, nearly touching it seemed, other times further away, locked in an eternal game of will-they-won't-they.
Tonight he only saw the lonely moon through the gap in the buildings. A waning crescent that shone bright enough that it lit up the darkness of Eddie's silent kitchen with a silvery glow. It was silly, but he held a tiny wish that Venus wouldn't be too far behind so at least Eddie would be the only lonely sad sack tonight. At least the thought made him chuckle at himself slightly.
Seeing Steve off at the airport that morning felt like Eddie was about to rip himself in two. If it weren't so public, if it weren't so risky, he might've confessed to Steve right then and there in some desperate attempt to get him to stay just a few days, hours, seconds longer. He'd dig his own heart out of his chest and offer it up on a silver platter; anything for the man that carried him out of hell. But Eddie was nothing if not a coward. They'd hugged each other tightly, just shy of too long, and Steve waved goodbye with a bittersweet smile and something shining in his eyes.
Eddie'd had to wait an hour in the airport parking lot before he was stable enough to drive back home.
Thing was, he was so fucking lonely out here. He'd moved to get away from the pitchfork-wielding, grudge-carrying people that never bought the government's cover story, to stop the vitriolic graffiti that had kept getting sprayed on Wayne's new trailer. The kids would get caught up in it too if they were caught hanging around The Freak. Eddie couldn't fucking go anywhere without keeping his head on a swivel, and it was so exhausting. He'd needed to leave. Even if it meant having to leave his family, the only people who knew the real story behind his scars and nightmaresāeven if it meant leaving Steve. So, it was hard, having Steveāa piece of his home, maybe even his heartācome visit and then leave after just a handful of days. Great days, but still.Ā
Choking out a bitter laugh, Eddie scrubbed at the tears starting to trail down his cheeks. Stupid, he was so stupid. His throat closed up around another laugh, turning it into a silent sob, a frustrated growl as he begged his stupid heart to just let it fucking go, to stop hurting, stop tantruming pathetically inside his ribcage about a man he could never have.
Just as another sob threatened to claw its way out of his chest, the phone rang. The shrill sound made him jump, nearly dropping his cigarette out the window. Swearing, he reached and pulled it over, answering.
"H'lo?" he rasped.
"Jesus, Munson, you sound rough," Steve's tinny voice replied, amused, "did I wake you up?"
The tightness in Eddie's chest burst into butterflies and he couldn't help but laugh around a sniffle. "Nah man, I was up. Shouldn't you be asleep, though? Isn't it 3am there or something?"
"Yeah, or something. Just got home though."
"Wait, what? The fuck are you calling me for, then?"
Steve chuckled. Christ, it was a great sound, filtered through endless miles of telephone lines though it was. "You told me to call when I got home safe, remember?"
"After you'd slept or something, dude, jesus christ. You didn't have to call at the ass crack of dawn."
"Well I wanted to."
Eddie mentally started stomping out the fresh butterfly swarm fluttering around in his guts. Unfortunately, he couldn't hold back the smile on his lips, wide enough that he knew Steve could hear it in his voice. So he teased, "Wow, Harrington, it's almost like you miss me or something." There was a pause.
"I do."
Sincerity weighed down Steve's words, two syllables dropping into the well of silence left in their wake. Eddie felt the ripples through his whole body, leaving stillness behind.
"Really?" Eddie whispered. He heard Steve inhale shakily and ached to be beside him again, to have him near, pull him close, feel him again.
"Yeah, Eddie. I miss you so much, itā god, it hurts," Steve said with a tiny, heartbreaking laugh.
"Fuck. Iā same, Steve, I've been bawling my eyes out since this morning." His words were thick with even more tears threatening to spill but he blinked them back.
"I'm sorry."
Eddie snorted, though regretted it immediately and swiped at his nose with his sleeve. "Why're you apologising?"
"Hate knowing you're hurting too."
"Can't be helped, I'm afraid," Eddie sighed, then added quietly, nervously, "not like you could stay."
Speaking just as quietly, Steve said, "Maybeā¦ maybe I could."
"Huh?"
"I've just, I've been thinking," Steve started, gathering steam, "for a while now but also on the flights home. It sucks that you're out there by yourself. And the kids are all graduated and leaving, and Robin and Nancy are planning on moving, and-"
Eddie's unable to help it, interrupting Steve's rambling that he definitely picked up from Robin, but he can't hold it back, hope forcing the words out. "Stevie, are you sayingā?"
"UW accepted my application," Steve said. "I could move out there, get my teaching degree."
"Why?"Ā
The question hung in the air, all of Eddie's breathless wishes clinging to it. Steve took a steadying breath on the other end of the line.
"I have feelings for you Eddie. Might be kind of in love with you, and I really don't think it's one-sided. Should've told you at the airport."
"How did you know?"Ā
Chuckling, Steve said, "You're not subtle, but when I said the view from the Space Needle was beautiful, you agreed even though you never took your eyes off me."
"I wanted to tell you," Eddie said in a rush, heart in his throat, "all fucking week. I'm kind of in love with you too."
Steve laughed, full and warm, and Eddie might've collapsed with relief if he weren't leaning on the counter still. "We're idiots, huh?" Steve asked.
"Massive idiots. Complete morons. Absolute buffoons. You're telling me that we could've been kissing all week if one of us had just gotten the balls to confess?"
"Well, maybe more than just kissing." Steve's voice dropped suggestively and Eddie grinned at the bloom of desire that grew in his chest.
"A gentleman never assumes, big boy, but good to know."
A yawn echoed through the phone and the heat Eddie felt morphed into depthless fondness. "You should go sleep, Stevie."
"Probably. Gonna be wrecked for my shift tomorrow." He sighed softly. "Worth it, though."
"Worth having to pry your eyelids open while Marge berates you for letting her kid watch movies her husband rented?"
Steve snorted. "Yeah. Worth packing my bags and running off to the coast, too."
"Christ." Shaking a little, Eddie asked, "Are you sure?"
"Never been more sure of anything." He yawned again, hard enough Eddie could hear the receiver shudder in his hand. "I wanna keep talking to you but I'm dead on my feet. Can I call you tomorrow? Please?"
"You don't have to ask, sweetheart," Eddie said, pouring his fondness into every word to make up for the fact that he couldn't be there to see Steve's gorgeous, sleepy face, to fall into bed with him and wrap him in his arms. "Hell, call me when you wake up, before you go to work. You gotta tell me how your flights went anyway."
"Uhg, right. Ask me about the lady who scoffed at me reading The Hobbit."
He scoffed. "She dares to look down upon one of the great works of literature? I don't know her but she has made a mortal enemy on this day." The tired giggle Eddie heard made him smile so wide it almost hurt.
"You're so dramatic."
"You love it."
With a contented sigh, Steve said, "Yeah, I do." Another yawn, loud this time, and Steve continued, "Good night, Eddie. I'll call tomorrow. I miss you."
"Can't wait. Miss you too, Stevie."
Eddie hung up, the receiver settling in with a click. It felt like his body was made of bubbles, or fireworks. He almost couldn't believe it, that his hopes actually came true. Steve loves him, wants to move to Seattle for him. What!?
He let out a long, loud whoop that echoed in the alleyway. A distant neighbour yelled at him to shut the fuck up, but Eddie couldn't care less. He loved Steve, who loved him back.
Grinning, he looked up at the sky again. The moon had moved on, but there, creeping over the roof of the apartments next door, Venus finally made an appearance. Laye, but still there, still following. A beautiful, shining pinprick of light, trailing in the moon's wake.
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#steddie#eddie munson#steve harrington#stranger things#fanfic#am i projecting my loneliness onto my favourite blorbo? yes. thats what fandom is for#its cathartic or something#and should i have worked on my big bang fic instead? absolutely. fuck.#niko's notes
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'Desert hermit Ben Kenobi develops a reputation as a crazy wizard because he keeps talking to thin air.'
No. This is Tatooine, talking to yourself is hardly the weirdest thing they've seen. Ben Kenobi, however, keeps having full on fucking screaming rows with thin air and seemingly gets replies back, which is decidedly a step up.
(They've managed to piece together that a major point of contention is the acquisition and raising of a child? Clearly Ben is a wizard that had a bitter divorce with a desert spirit and is working through a custody dispute)
#i fully believe the first 3 years after qui gon manifests himself is screaming matches between the two its cathartic or something#tatooine residents watching ben have a seemingly coherent arguement with nothing#but sometimes they swear the wind moves the sand to form the shadow of a very tall man next to ben#tatooine residents very invested into the one-sided family drama theyre hearing about#obi wan kenobi#qui gon jinn#star wars
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I think depictions of Anya being cruel to Curly or drawing out his suffering are artful and chilling but completely miss the point of the story and her character.
I'm not saying she doesn't deserve to have that "I told you so" moment with him but not in something callous or cold. Even if that is how it happened, she'd immediately feel guilty cause at that point she's not tormenting her tormenter or even the person truly at fault. She's doing something cathartic, similar to how Jimmy likely hits Curly to release rage he can't against the rest of the crew. She'd see herself as no different when she'd come back from the moment and see Curly cowering at her. She wants someone to take responsibility but how does being cruel to the defenseless help? Why would she want the power Jimmy has over her over Curly?
The idea of her extending someone else's pain is just so against the struggles she already faces and how she can't even bring herself to cause someone pain even to help them. Her very desire is to release herself from her own suffering and I doubt she'd even fine some sort of guilty release in being cruel to another.
#anya is not a character i see taking agency or indulging in cathartic behaviors#not knowingly like i see her as a character trapped in her head and maybe in the scenario she's cruel to Curly she is envisioning Jimmy#in his place but its not a story about justice or those deserving of punishment and those not like its the opposite of people projecting#their issues on the wrong people and saying things to the wrong people and doing things they shouldn't but anya uniquely falls out of it as#she is subjected to a lot of it but it is also not something she wants to subject another person to like you are doing what Jimmy does and#placing ur rage into another persons and viewing their actions through your eyes like she'd more likely yell at him than do harm or#cause him more pain like at least make it in character#but also she clearly doesn't want to see jimmy or curly in the same light and doesnt because she still repeatedly goes to Curly for comfort#and protection and god there's like concepts that need to be applied to characters individually and then the story as a whole#we can not view the game through only one themed lens less we forget to inspect the compounding factor of Anya is so much more than girl#that needs to be allowed to go off but a woman that simply wants right to be done by her and no more harm like she doesn't want to be aroun#the suffering like idk but some of yall would just benefit from like understanding that people are inherently grey with the capabilities of#black n white thinking or actions#mouthwashing#mouthwashing game#anya mouthwashing#i like her the most but then again i am defensive of all women in media and hate when people change the way the character would take agency#for themselves like yes I want her to tweak out but she just wouldn't and I like seeing realistic depictions of a woman suffering the way#she is like shes not the type at the end of the movie to have a one liner but feel a shallow freedom cause she needs to realistically heal#idk but its just like there is an obbsession forming with making her character her pain and not how she handles and navigates the issue
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hey guess whoās absolutely losing it over the stan twins again (spoiler alert its me)
so i was innocently scrolling tiktok when i was introduced to this DIABOLICAL au idea: firstly, what if ford really had shot stan with his crossbow when stan first showed up at the shack? and secondly, what if ford tried to bring him back to life frankenstein-style? (full credit to tiktok user @44boora for this idea, go check their account for some gut-wrenching art) (alsoā¦ full post below the cut this got long)
but like i was thinking about this, ford bringing stan back to life specifically, and how dependent the concept is on this specific time in his life. i just feel like any other time and under any other circumstance, ford would have been able to, eventually, accept stanās death. we see it at the end of weirdmageddon, where ford is ready to accept that the stan they all know and love is gone now that his memory has been erased. he tells mabel as much, and only realizes thereās hope for him when mabel is determined enough to push back against fordās logic. ford believes very intensely in his own perception of the world. he believes in science. theoretically, he believes death is death, and thereās nothing he can do to change that.
but then, think of ford after heās been betrayed by bill. this ford is at his absolute lowest. he canāt trust his own perception of the world anymore. heās seen the truth of what their relationship was and the horrors he was so close to unleashing on their universe. he is desperate to right his wrongs. heās losing sleep, his body is abused every time he closes his eyes, and the end of the world as he knows it is iminent if he doesnāt succeed in making the portal as secure and unusable as possible without dismantling it entirely. the only person he believes he can trust after everything thatās happened is stan. so he contacts him for help, and in his time waiting for him to arrive, cannot stop thinking of the worst-case scenario: that bill could still be coming for him. so when he opens the door to stan, his high-strung, paranoid brain doesnāt see stan, and he shoots.
he shoots his own brother with a crossbow and kills him.
ford is not usually one to blatantly ignore a scientific fact. again, death is death, and thereās nothing he can do about that. and yet, in a state of such intense grief, when his entire world is already close to crumbling around him and heās holding his dead brother in his arms, thereās nothing else he can feasibly do but deny. so he does.
he lives in denial of a lot of things. that stanās death is final, obviously, but also his reasonings for attempting to do the impossible and revive him. ford likes to believe he operates purely on logic, so he tells himself heās doing this because he has to. without stan, he canāt prevent bill from entering their universe. heās still the only person ford can trust, so reviving him is another step in his ultimate goal of stopping bill and saving the world. it doesnāt matter that its never been done before, ford will do it anyway. and he believes that he can, because as much as he thinks heās moved on from his hubris, heās still acting off the assumption that heās special. heās so far ahead of everybody else, so naturally, if anybody could accomplish the impossible and bring stan back from the dead, its ford.
and so he denies that the real reason heās trying to save stan is not a logical one. he denies that heās running entirely on emotions. it would be foolish to try something so risky and impossible and time-consuming if he were only doing it because of his crushing guilt and decade-long yearning, so he tells himself thereās so much more to it than that. he canāt just be doing this because he loves him, right? heās not that shallow. heās not that desperate.
and yet, he is. because as much as ford wants to deny it, he canāt live without stan. he canāt live with the knowledge that he was responsible for stanās death. if he didnāt succeed, his grief would surely kill him.
#this concept is consuming my every waking thought#thereās just something soā¦ cathartic? about their roles being reversed and ford saving stan#i feel like so many people downplay just how much ford loves him#the amount of times ford mentioned stan in his journal? UGH.#and thatās just journal 3!!! and only the things he wrote down!!#imagine how often he must have thought of himā¦ he holds stan and his childhood so dear its devastating#thereās no question in my mind that ford would pull a victor fucking frankenstein just to see his brother again#iām so devastated about this#ripping my hair out#gravity falls#stanford pines#ford pines#stanford#stanley pines#stan pines#ford and stan#stangst#stanford pines analysis#analysis#gravity falls au#frankenstein au
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silent conversations and catching up after many years
original version with the wrong arms under the cut
#idk man dont ask me what this is#its been a day i wanted to do something comforting kinda but i ended up hating and drawing it was super frustrating#and i forgot their arms so this is mirror of the original version and its ugly kinda#i hate narutos face sorry baby#but whatever#the idea and part of doing it was still cathartic so im posting it#naruto#fanart#my art#narusasu#sasunaru#sasuke#sasuke uchiha#naruto uzumaki#cw sh implied#trans sasuke
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Trying to do something resembling coping after Singapore. Have some Max/Daniel hurt/comfort (1.3k). Also on ao3 if you prefer.
The press of a button freezes Maxās watery blue eyes, the space between them bifurcated by the crease in his forehead.
āIs now really a moment to remember?ā Max asks in a raspy voice. His throat isnāt clogged by tears, but thereās almost a decades worth of race starts together sitting uncomfortably in there and congesting each word.
His hand hasnāt strayed from Daniel since he found him after the race. Itās somewhere on some part of him every time heās close enough to touch.
Normally heās halfway home by this point, Air Max somewhere over the circuit skies and headed back toward home.
Heās stayed, this time, in case this is it. In case this is his last chance to neatly fold Danielās clothes into his bag, even though his own are always wrinkled under pairs of stained shoes and dirty briefs. In case this is the last time they both exit the paddock as drivers. In case this is the final chance Max has to trace the shape of Danielās jawline and tell him, āGood race.ā
Danielās mum is giving them a last minute alone. Sheās standing guarding outside the door and leaving them be for now. Daniel knows, though, that when they stand, sheāll hug Daniel close, wishing he was little enough to hide in the crook of her neck while she covers all his gaping wounds with plasters and a kiss on each one to ease the ache.Ā
Despite his complaints about the camera, Max still moves from where heās crouched in front of Daniel to collapse into his side and observe the photo. He wraps one arm around Danielās back to tug him impossibly closer and rests his mouth on the top of Danielās shoulder in an exhausted kind of kiss.
āI look like shit,ā he says, statement muffled by the fabric of Danielās shirt. He sounds like he wants to poke fun at himself until he makes Daniel laugh, but theyāre both too hollowed out to muster up the energy. Instead, Max reaches out and turns off the display.
For a second, their fingers linger together on the cameraās body, until Daniel lets the camera drop back against his chest so he can entangle their hands instead.
āItās not a nice memory,ā Daniel agrees. Unlike Max, his voice right now can all be attributed to tears. āBut in December, no matter what happens after today, Iāll get a retake on the farm. Iāll be happy, and weāll be together, and life will go on from now.ā
Daniel feels the dampness on his shoulder when a single tear breaks containment, then another, and a shuddering breath, until Max rights himself and pointedly looks away from the tiny patch soaked in cotton.
āItās not fair,ā he says tightly. For a second, he sounds every bit the bullish teenager with a black and white view on the way the world ought to work and bitter frustration that sometimes reality dapples in nuance. Itās the first thing to get Daniel anywhere within city limits of smiling since he set the lap record and gave himself a final moment in the car to reflect on everything this sport had given him, and that he had given this sport.
āYeah,ā he agrees hoarsely. āItās not fucking fair.ā
Heās done with excuses and niceties and dancing on the Red Bull puppet strings in hopes that playing their game might finally net him a seat heād killed himself to earn. Itās not fair. Itās callous and cruel, the way theyāve strung him and everyone who loves him along for a race they arenāt even brave enough to tell him is his last.
Theyāre silent for another moment. Daniel closes his eyes and soaks it in: the tendrils of freshly washed hair still trailing water down his spine. The din of dog-tired employees breaking down the paddock, to be quickly vanished away as if it was never here. The ragged in-and-out of Maxās lungs as he tries to coax both of their breaths into something resembling normal.
āThank you, by the way,ā Max says softly. āAnd congratulations on your lap record.ā
āYou owe me a really nice Christmas present.ā
Max presses a whisper of a kiss over Danielās drying curls. āYou always deserve the nicest presents.ā
Danielās mum slips in then, gently shutting the door behind her. Unlike Max, sheās made no secret of her tears. Her eyes are red-rimmed, but she musters up enough of a smile when Daniel heaves himself up into her arms.
āCome here, Max,ā he hears his mum scold. A second later, Max is in an awkward three-person hug. Graceās short arms struggle to embrace them both, but smelling her vanilla perfume and knowing sheās there is enough to surround him in all the ways that matter.
She whispers in turn to each of them, but theyāre all so tightly wound, they can all hear every word.
āThank you for being here every time I couldnāt be,ā she tells Max. He murmurs something back, but he manages to keep it quiet enough that Daniel canāt make out all his words. Itās something about thanking her for trusting him with Daniel, but the rest is lost. All he knows is that his mumās tears start flowing again.
When itās his turn, she can barely choke out the words. āIām so proud of you. For your career, of course, but for who youāve grown into. I couldnāt have asked for a better son.ā
āI love you,ā is all Daniel manages. He buries the nose shaped like hers into the brown curls that his genes copy-pasted and soaks in gratitude that he has both her face and her endless capacity to love.
Daniel walks into humid night air with his head held high and a career most drivers would kill for, surrounded by people who love him for more than that list of achievements, and knows that heāll survive whatever comes next.
āThatās a terrible photo,ā Max complains three months later. His eyes are scrunched up all cute in it, framed by long lashes and sun-soaked freckles that are almost hidden by the streaks of dirt on his face. Heās smiling, both in the picture and right now, so Daniel knows he doesnāt actually mind.
Two weeks of busy Australian summer have left Max various shades of pink and tan. He'd somewhat learned how to use the grill that Daniel was too scared to touch and now had matching grill aprons with Daniel's dad. He christened the new baby cow the wholly uncreative name āLillyā, because god forbid any animal in his vicinity not be named after Monaco nightlife. Heād also 100% taken to the dirt bikes as easily as everyone would assume and had absolutely, definitely not sworn Daniel to secrecy about where he got that giant bruise on his side after their first go.
When Daniel transfers the photos to his computer later, his finger pauses on the photo captured in a melancholic driverās room. In it, Maxās eyes are dull and weary, but theyāre looking at Daniel with the same unblinking love from todayās picture.
Itās proof, memorialized in expensive pixels, that Danielās life did not end on the streets of Singapore; that his worth to the world never depended on his points or podiums.
He closes the lid of his laptop and joins the gathering in the living room. Max is pouring fake tea for Isabellaās dolls. Isaac is politely sipping an empty teacup, one pinky in the air. Isabella is nowhere to be found, probably busy dragging Danielās poor parents to see Lilly the cow for the fifth time today.
āDaniel!ā Max says, in the sweet, distinct way his mouth always forms the name. His face brightens when Daniel walks in. When Max smiles like that, itās as if the sun has come through the roof and taken human form in broad shoulders and rumpled t-shirts.
āMax!ā Daniel says back, matching his enthusiastic tone. He sits cross-legged in Isabellaās empty spot and slides his fingers between Maxās.
The tea party continues, and life moves forward.
#maxiel#fics#iām a total inconsolable wreck today. so tried to write something with an air of hope and love and positive outlooks#not necessarily hopeful re racing#but its not about that#i actually cannot read or see anything about this so you're a braver soul than me if you actually read this#i feel like most of us are just sad and avoidant right now#but i'm posting this for myself bc it was cathartic to write
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New Leokumi content in the lords year of 2024?? It's more likely than you think! (x)
#I gotta say its been so so nice to go back to something I was passionate about as a teen#its hard to describe#a sense of coming home almost#'Hey I know you and hey I can see my younger self in the way I react to this and that'#fates? People would stone you if you said you liked that thing ten years back#now im an adult and I write 160k words about leokumi#idk dude#being an adult is difficult but being unapologetic and knowing you have every right to do so is just so cathartic#Hah never thought id go back to fates one day and be nostalgic would you look at that#im glad im alive actually#leokumi#fire emblem#fe#fire emblem takumi#fire emblem leo#fire emblem fates#fire emblem if#fire emblem fanfiction#fire emblem camilla#look she deserves the tag FEH loves her for her#Personality#my art
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for something as trivial and simple those feelings sure are hard to get rid of
also made a gif a version for fun + alt version with no tears under the cut
the gif is in very low resolution...this is a feature (i could make it bigger but that would require saving each frame individually and than glueing it all together. also i feel like low resolution suits it better. aesthetically and fits the mood)
#hs#homestuck#dirk strider#eye strain#probably? if you think i should tag something else let me know!!#anyway hooray its time for rambling in the tags#so uhhh heres the teƦ i've been sick for like a week and you know how it is when suddenly your throat becomes the main gunk warehouse#and you can't breathe lol. wish i could just pull it out. anywaaayy this is basically a vent piece for me being sick lol#also i could draw remotively the same thing with kris deltarune. oh how easy it is to project having a cold#though i have been also experiencing troubles with feelings recently as well....how fitting for dirk#speaking of the man himself (enough of me) his relationship with his own Heart...is peculiar to say the least#the thing i love about alphakids is that despite being so feral they were. so relatable. i cannot stress this enough how unwell they are an#and how they represented being a teen so well. yeah being 15 years old makes that to you#imagine being an emotional mess and trying to fit the 'norm' and act normal about your friends so youre not offputting#and then you fall in love with you friend and your ai clone falls in love with him too looool noone makes out of this one alive#uhh literally. godtiering stuff and dying remember#and speaking of it. tw for suicidal talk for the rest of tags#do you ever think dirk was suicidal. of course the part of when he teleports his head to jake was totally planned and he knew he would ->#wake up as dreamself but. don't you think the moment he cut his head off was sort of. cathartic. how much did he hate his own guts#beheading himself not only for the plan...but also because he thought he 'deserved' it#also wow he is a Prince and was literally beheaded don't you think its funny hahaa#sigh poor thing#this has ended on a not the very pleasant note hm#also fckkkkkk i didn't draw anything with rose/mary for the lesbian visabilty week#(putting the slash because tumblr search system has a dumb gag with showing you posts that contain the tag inside the other tag.#and i don't want this post to show up for the ros/mary fans because it's not!!!! its rose's father emotional crisis post!!!!)#update YOOOO WHAT THE HELL THE GIF HAS EVEN LESS PIXELS THEN I PLANNED fantastic#this your breakfast now tumblr. enjoy your crunchy flakes of dirks meltdown. mwah
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with every mistake we must surely be learning
#lies of p#liesofp#lop#lies of p spoilers#spoilers#MORE PRETENTIOUS PINOPOSTING#made this cuz i thought of pnut when I heard this song again <3#while my guitar gently weeps#the beatles#i think its about something innocent and pure being repurposed into a weapon. maybe even music itself!#which fits the themes of lop imo#web weaving#deception shatters innocence#also after all this time... that chorus is still so cathartic#also i imagine antonia singing this to pino <3 even tho its a piano. and beatles songs exist in the 1800s for some reason i guess#i think this kinda turned out weird but its ok
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hear me out: divorce ceremonies. divorce cake and divorce outfits. toasts to the uncouple spoken by the Worst Man and Maid of Dishonor (gender neutral). separate piles of gifts for the freshly parted, stuff like nice sheets and Target giftcards and cookbooks. marriage gets to have all this ritual attached to it and by god divorce deserves some of that action
#this would only work for people who are actually planning to be friends or at least neutral following their separation#but like cmon how fuckin funny and cathartic would this be. i would go to a divorce ceremony. fuck i would throw one#something something humor is what gets you through the dark times#something something humor is the reason why court jesters could speak truth to power#why get torn up about your ex when you can throw one last good time party with them where y'all get the closure you need#surrounded by loved ones who support you on your parting of ways#like isn't that sorta beautiful? and awkward as all hell#im not kidding i really think this could be cool. but yeah both members of the uncouple would have to be down with it#if you get it you get it. if you dont then its fine just get divorced the normal way with minimal fanfare (ideally)#divorce#snowswords#i am once again divorceposting#it will happen again
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checkmate.
#my art#fanart#inside no 9#reece shearsmith#steve pemberton#the trolley problem#iāve always been struck by the image of blake knocking over the chess pieces with the crowbar#itās hard to see because of how dark the episode is but i think he knocks over only the white pieces#leaving the black pieces standing intact#iāve had that little detail in my mind for a while#finally got around to drawing something based on it#itās not a very clean drawing. iām struggling a bit with finished pieces atm#but i like the chaos of its scribbles and they were cathartic to do#apologies for the nonsense in these tags#posting this from my kitchen whilst i wait for pasta to cook
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mlp bbh save me
#i thought of this before i went to work and its the only thing i thought about at work#i just think he'd be ponyvilles cryptid that everyone loves#he has two horns? yeah who cares that must make him extra powerful and wise or something#im sorry im using the tags to talk about the my little pony x qsmp au i made up in my head this is just cathartic#qsmp#qsmp fanart#qsmp art#qsmp bbh#bbh fanart#bbh art#bbh#badboyhalo#qsmp badboyhalo#mlp qsmp au
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It still gets me that there were moments when Molly told Lucien to surrender and go back to the Mighty Nein--promised him that they'd still take him back, that there was still a way out. Mollymauk trying desperately to save his friends. But also, Molly tying to save Lucien too--
"They've only given you this much grace because they want to believe you're me. They'll find a way to best you, they'll kill you before you reach Cognouza, but not if you stop this now. Admit who you are. Admit that a part of me still exists within you...I'm your only way out of this."
After everything Lucien did to him, after how much he tried to hurt him and the rest of the Nein--Molly had absolutely no obligation to save him. But he did. He wanted to. Mollymauk comforting Lucien when it all falls apart at the very end--asking him if he's tired, if he wants to rest. And when Lucien is so sure it's all over? "When a hand reaches out to you in accord, you take it." "Yes, Lucien thought. I'll take it--"
Mollymauk still feeling for Lucien after everything, still deciding to reach out to him in the very end. Because of course he would, of course Molly couldn't just leave him.
And now we have this lovely new lore in the context of the Luxon--about how people would split their souls to better understand themselves when they became whole. Learning to love and accept yourself, seeing the world from another perspective. Thinking of Lucien taking Molly's hand, and the two of them deciding to come back together. Both of them learning to care for each other--
Also, sidenote. Maybe I'm missing something or it was just the effect of Vess killing Lucien while he was in the Astral Sea. But I do wonder how exactly Vess managed to really shatter his soul in the first place, or how Molly's piece found his way back--
#it is just. such a lovely story of self love to me and warms my whole heart--#and its just so cool that this is something a group of people will do with the beacon in a way thats so healing and cathartic#but it makes me so sad that lucien had such a terrifying and traumatic experience to reach that point#and how different things would have been if he had met molly under different kinder circumstances--#and yet. even with how painful it all ended up being#these two halves of a soul still ended up caring for each other and thats so sweet to me
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okay so. There's this poem I started making in 2019 and only just finished this year. And I was thinking about RenƩ Magritte paintings. So here we are I suppose
The poem is made of chopped-up lyrics from the following songs:
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"First Love/Late Spring" Mitski ā¢ "No Children" The Mountain Goats ā¢ "Fly In My Room" Kerrin Connolly ā¢ "No Surprises" Radiohead ā¢ "Hope" ROAR ā¢ "The Comfort of a Laugh Track" ROAR ā¢ "Emotional Vagrant" The Scary Jokes ā¢ "Little Dark Age" MGMT ā¢ "How I Survived Bobby Mackey's Personal Hell" Lincoln ā¢ "Televised" HUNNY ā¢ "Bets Against the Void" The Scary Jokes ā¢ "Life on Mars?" David Bowie ā¢ "Fluorescent Adolescent" Arctic Monkeys ā¢ "Love, Me Normally" Will Wood ā¢ "Catabolic Seed" The Scary Jokes ā¢ "Puzzle Pieces" Saint Motel
#adddna#spacecreate#<- not my paintings but damn if i didnt create SOMEthing here.#hopefully the fact that its been 4 years assures you that this isnt like a Mood Im In.#sometimes you just want to spend 4 years trying to describe gour anxiety i guess. its cathartic#magritte#ship of theseus/son of man
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spent the first hour and change at work deleting some old files and am having a grand ol time laughing at myself for not realizing i was a lesbian sooner
#vulnerable tag rambles ahead please be kind abt them i didnt intent to ramble this much but i dont wanna delete it eitehr#me to every single man i have ever dated after 6mo-1y: yeah hey this really isnt working out i dont really know why but i really hate mysel#and i dont want to blame you because i dont think you did anything inherently wrong here; i think this is something about me but i need#space to figure out why im feeling this way [every single one reacted by telling me No i wasnt allowed to leave btw]#i hold very complex feelings about these relationships esp bc of them ending in very violent/chaotic ways most of the time#but its interesting to look back at it all and realize ive left every man for the same reason (which is that ive hated myself Every Single#Time ive dated a man) and its funny bc i recognized the self hate pretty early on w/ cishet men but when it came to queer men it was#much more confusing (esp w/ nto knowing Any lesbians at that point in my life). im so happy im a lesbian tbh#i have a lot of issues w/ the racism fatphobia and transmisogyny present in lesbian groups#and also coming out as a lesbian really truly saved my life. before i met my wife i was quite literally in a 3yr abusive relationship that#definitely would have died in if i hadnt realzied i was a lesbian and ran from him#its also weird seeing liek the hard evidence of the things that happened to me btween 2016-2020 tbh#cause that was such a bad time of my life. i truly dont know how i survived it but im so glad i did#like the three major relationships in my life b4 meeting my wife was: guy who was in college when i was in HS who stalked me when i left;#guy who was a year younger than me who cheated on me the entire time while telling me he was being victimized (he wasnt; this was very mess#guy who saw the very messy toxic ldr i was in and helped me dump my ex then decided that meant we were in a relationship [insert 3 yrs here#and admittedly all 3 years with him werent the same level of abusive but it was definitely unhealthy from the start considering I Didnt Kno#we were together until he wanted to celebrate vday and got mad i didnt know our anniversary - and like this isnt including the other stuff#that happened between those Relatonships[tm] (cause ive never been monogamous; these were just the Major Relationships)#like i genuinely think if i hadnt come out i'd be dead rn given just how dangerous my relationships were/continued getting#i am also so tired now that ive seen all this cause like. fuck i can barely believe it and i not only lived it but have PTSD about it#i should write about my life sometime. i feel like it'd be cathartic to try and make a tangible timeline and stories from the years ang stu#anyway yeah. be nice about the tag rambles. dont message me with pity or curiosity or anything about this. i dont usually talk abt this stu#publicly bc i hate the ways ppl start tryign to baby me when they realize my life has been extremely fucked up until only a few years ago#n im still working on accepting kindness from others bc of [insert life traumas here] but its a long process so pls respect my need for jus#being heard rn w/o too much pressure< 3 (but ig if u do read this can u like it cause i feel a little crazy seeing all the evidence of the#stuff i experienced now also cause fuck ik logically it was but also i cant believe it was all real still yk)
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Unordinarily Foolish
haha, don't hurt me, not beta'd it's another hurt no comfort - but this time no one dies! woo!! inspired by @gniteruirui 's animatic here (except then it spiraled way from that and im a little sorry-)
CW: so much self loathing, general heartbreak, pining when your heart wars with your brain, no happy ending word count: 2.7k
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Youāve hit rock bottom it felt like.
What respect did you have for yourself any more?
Thereās been a pain, irate and grating on the nerves right in your sternum lately but it was better than feeling numb.
At least, you think it is.
You go years single without affection, you had your time to date and you took time away from the pool, you got your licks from it, you thought you learned all the lessons.Ā
Now look at you.
Unsteadily, your hands follow the curves and grooves of the toys you clean with wipes. Under here, around there, get into that crevice. Your thoughts travel and your eyes wander to the subject of those thoughts.
Sun is cackling with giggly kids hanging off every limb, clutching about his legs and wrapped about his arms. Heās carefree and radiant, in his element, there seems not to be a care in the world with himā¦ And maybe that was what had you ensnared. You stare at the panel in the back of his neck that his jointed neck comes out of. A distinctly inhuman appearance to his otherwise human personality.
Just maybe, this is what kept you away. You were an ordinary fool with a silly heart but your brain was logicalā¦ Cruel but logical.
You were an ordinary fool with not so ordinary lessons to learn. Like how bad of an idea it is to be in love with something - someone incapable of feeling as you do with temperamental chemicals and functionalities that dictate every part of you from head to toe. Who wonāt share the experiences of life with you like an ordinary couple.
What you had was not an ordinary love.
This was no ordinary circumstance.
When did you take his exuberant nature for something more than what it was? When did his crushing hugs of friendly greeting become something that stole your breath away - more than just physically. The nicknames too, the sunshines, dewdrops, and daydreams, every single one of them stuck into you and hid between your ribs, becoming new butterflies thatād flutter in your stomach haplessly against your will.
You have enough respect for him to not dump this onto him or his lunar counterpart, Moon.Ā
Oh yes, a counterpart. A double decker to your psyche, really.
To be in love with not one but two distinct personalities and individuals that werenāt even human. Who likely could not grasp the concept of love, it wasnāt something to be easily defined like happiness or sadness, it was muddled by every emotion and bolstered by them similarly.
This wasnāt including the fact that you were fleeting in their very, potentially eternal, lives.
This also wasnāt including the fact that at any moment, they could be torn in twain and scrapped against your wants to make new animatronics, better ones, new personalities. They wouldnāt remember you - even if they kept the same face.
It already happened once, after Sun and Moon were split into their own bodies.
Most of their memories outside of the employee data bank were lost. You were pretty much another face in the crowd to them.
You were happy to befriend them again - at the time thatās what they were. Friends.
Because denial is not just a river in Egypt and you were hopelessly flowing down it back then, oh itās just a crush. Merely infatuation! They were new, exciting, interesting and human enough, but you know now.
No, you were utterly endeared and helpless to how your heart speeds up around them.
Well over a year later.
Out of the corner of your eye, you see Moon approaching, slinking in the designated shadowy corners you created with well placed large plushies and decorative hangings.
The animatronic lifts a finger, pointing to what youāre doing unknowingly. āI think that toy is clean enoughā¦ā He speaks in his typical low grumble, a permanent growl to his voice that rattles in his chest. Something that comforted you in your lowest moments when heād hug you on days of stress.
His words bring you back to the moment, looking from him then over to the poor anthropomorphic turtle figurine with colored bandana in your hand.
You had stripped some of the color from it. Faded smears of green staining the little white rag.
āAh, yeah. It isā¦ā You cough, setting the toy in with the others and picking up a sort of tubby looking unicorn toy with cheap white hair and a set of sparkles on its hind quarter.
āYouāve been spacy lately.ā
Ah, he was always the more confrontational of the two. A trait you admired and feared. You thought you were confrontational once upon a time, then you met him. Then you learned how ham-fisted your emotions could be to you. Making you clam up entirely.
Both were observant, eventually a comment would be made on your actions lately, your behaviors. Whatever vitals theyāve been able to read from you.
Sun was far more subtle, much more rounded. Acting sort of as a bumper to your feelings with careful gestures and honeyed words that served to entrap you further, much to his unknowing warmth. Leaving you little sticky notes of well wishes that youād save and so on.
You feltā¦ Dirty, really. Dirty about it all. Guilty may be more apt. Taking their gifts of friendliness for your own selfish needs. To fuel fantasies of your own design.
A low timbre breaks you from your thoughts, āStarbright?ā
Right. Heās still there.
Moon brought himself closer, even in that moment of thought. Just an armās length away, well for him anyway. Youād have to lean forward.
āThings have beenā¦ Going on is all, Moon. Sorry about that, Iāll pay for a replacement toy.ā The funny turtle guys are usually stocked in toy aisles, itād be easy to pick one up the next time youāre going out for the easiest and cheapest premade meals because you havenāt been able to bring yourself to cook properly otherwise lately.
He doesnāt look convinced, looking past you to something just over your head, probably over to Sun if you had any guess. The two had a way of communicating without necessarily having to be in speaking range of one another.
Likely some technological link.
You watch as he nods once... Twice... Three times before suddenly decisions are made.
ā...Come on, youāre taking your break early.ā Is all he says before youāre swept up with an arm around your shoulders, promptly escorted to a doorway tucked behind one of the play structures with quite the tall baby gate that keeps wandering tikes from going into it.
Also known as the way to their personal room that wasnāt through that funny hook system that made them āfloatā to the balcony.
You squirm and writhe against his hold, trying to dig your heels into the carpeted area with all your might but he practically picks you up in your struggles. āHo-Hold on now, I didnāt agree to this-!ā
āDonāt careā¦ā He draws out in a mocking sing-song. āAttendantās orders, we care for children, this includes adults who act like children.ā
Was this how you lost what shred of dignity you had left? Cornered to fess up by your coworker and crush? Could you dumb it down, play it off as if it were nothing? Make up a story about something in your personal life going on?
ā¦Better question, did you want to?
You wouldnāt get a better opportunity than this, even if you wanted to do it with both of them present at the same time. No having to repeat yourself and becoming mortified twice over if there is only one band-aid to rip off, after all.
Though that question was answered for you with the reveal of Sun awaiting you up the stairs, hands on his hips and leaning forward, primed up and ready to chastise you for your mistreatment of yourself.
Quickly, you try to find a way out of this impromptu grilling on your being, āI know you did not leave the kids unsupervised.ā You point out stiffly, gesturing to the balcony that the solar-themed animatronic likely scaled.
āYou are correct, I set up their nap hour! We are both capable of itā¦ Remember I was doing it alone for a time!ā Heās chirpy in his jest but distinctly, you feel that smile he canāt necessarily help is more sarcastic in this moment.
āSo that leaves you alone with us - ideally uninterrupted with plenty of time to figure out what is wrong with you.ā Moon elaborates simply, resting his arms over your head and leaning his weight into you comfortably.
A common way he liked to make fun of his height over you.Ā
āMhm! So tell us, sweet sunshine, whatās been eating at you?ā Sun holds his hands out to you in invitation, flexing his fingers once.
You donāt hesitate to take his hands into your own two, staring right into his daylight-bright eyes thatād somehow shine more when he was excited you noticed. You hoped theyād stay like that. You donāt ever want to see that light dimmed.
With a deep breath, you decide to take the leap.
ā...What would your guyās responses be if I said I liked you?ā
The way Moon goes tense, able to tell even with the rigid, barely padded metal resting against you, has you worried.
Sun twitches in your hold, almost as if wanting to pull away, āWellā¦ It depends in what way you mean by that!ā
The animatronic above you doesnāt reply.
Well, here goes nothing for you. Maybe you can ask to be transferred to a different area. Does Bonnie Bowl need any sort of supervision? Children are in every corner of this place, surely someone good with kids would be good in just about any placeā¦
How hard do you play this upā¦ Pouring your heart out would dramatically be for the best you figure.
A little tap to your temple makes you jolt and you can only wish to be able to look up and glare at the attendant who radiates smugness over your head.
āI want to experience life with you in the long run. I want to feel your hands in my hair and I want to be able to care for you similarly, maybe Iād pick up sewing or something to make sure your things fit, I donāt know. I wish to teach you what lies beyond these walls I want you - bothā¦ You andā¦ā You point to Moon above you. āI donāt think I could ever choose and risk separation or division. I know there are differences and I'm sorry to dump this all out, it's unwanted and complicating and-ā At some point, you start to cry, your frantic blinking had only kept the tears at bay for so long and you couldnāt bow your head to hide the waterworks.
So you stared at Sun who looked to you with, you think, eyes that werenāt remotely as bright as they once were. You caused that.
The seeming pity you felt from them, the awkward, stoney silence.
Your love for them was theirs to keep, your heart would never be your own you think, not for some time.Ā They could do as they wished with it, it was the only blessing you could give them. For them to know they were loved in that way, even if for them, it does nothing.
ā...Iām sorry.ā You apologize once more after a few moments of the deafening quiet that you couldnāt bear any longer. āI didnāt want to say anything, I was trying to keep it under wraps hoping itād go away but it didnāt even when I took that - stupid long break using up all my vacation and sick days in one go-ā
āWait, that was why you left for a month?ā Moon speaks up, interrupting you swiftly and flicking your temple soon after. āYouāre unbelievable. See Sun, this is what I mean. Theyāre a big child.āĀ
Heās so huffy about it you can see the silent tapping of his slippered foot against the groundā¦ Actually no, you hear it now. The little bell jingles and his pants sound with the movement.
āMmm, yes. Yes they are.ā Sun confirms with a nod.
You huff out something that you think was supposed to be laughter, āYou two are not making me feel any better about this.ā
āBecause youāve chewed yourself out thoroughly I think! We had to get you smiling somehow.ā Sun releases one of your hands to poke at your nose. āI say we did good.ā
Your now free hand automatically went to rubbing at your eyes to forcefully clear the remaining wetness away, using your knuckles and making your vision scramble momentarily.Ā
āThisā¦ Doesnāt give me your answer though.ā āBecause Iām afraid we donāt have one, Starlet. Youāve dreams and ambitions - but we donāt share themā¦ Especially when it sounds like this like is more of a love, isnāt it?ā
Moon has you pinned and you can only let your shoulders lower slowly, forcing down that sticky feeling in your throat, the ball that wants to come out in a sob.Ā
They didnāt need to be so gentle about it. You wanted them toā¦ Mock you. Do something thatād make you view them at least - something less than pleasant?
Something less than the sweet as peach nature of Sun and the toying black cat nature that Moon possessed, endearing even if sometimes you wanted to take him by the waist and shake him from side to side.
ā...Iām sorry.ā Is all you say, again.
Youāre not sure what this means for you and your friendship with them. Do they view you as silly? Hopeless? A daydreamer with too lofty ideas? Potentially, too idealistic? Romanticizing what wasnāt there?Ā
āThere is no need for an apology, reallyā¦ā Sun soothes, hushing you when you went to apologize a third time with a press of his finger to your upper lip. āI think you knew our answer to begin with, somewhere in you, didnāt you?ā
You did. The one your brain would tell you whenever your thoughts went down the rabbit hole of what-ifs and possibilities.Ā
After all, they were made with a purpose in mind. Artificial in design, they had their directive, and you were not part of it. They were in love with their duty, their charges, adoring the children they take care of and see grow with each visit. They were caretakers first and individuals second.
You want to find an end to this conversation, a solid conclusion, something of change, meaningful and positive and before you can broach the topic of how this should go on, the sound of a child crying echoes through the dying conversation, silencing it fully.
A part of you laughs deep down at the comical way the two attendants shoot-up like dogs catching the movement of a squirrel. Another part of you cries and laments at their presence leaving yours, the bubble thoroughly popped as arms drop from your head.
Not a moment of goodbye, not a note of continuing this later. They go over to the balcony.
āOh ho ho! It seems we are up and shining already! Rise and shine from the clouds, whoās ready for snacks?! I say we have little apple bunnies!ā Sun cries out with all his joyousness coming out in full force as he launches himself over the railing with a dive.
Moon only spares you a glance, giving you a simple two-finger salute with minimal words before his departure. āGo home.ā
The moment heās over that rail is the moment you feel the urge to keel over and curl up. You feel you screwed that over spectacularly.
This was never so painful, this was never such an agony. Never did feeling love make you feel like such a wretch of an individual.Ā Like an utter bother.
But you go home as instructed. A quick text sent to your coworkers and a brief, phony explanation to the security guard stationed at the front how you sicked up in the bathrooms and wasnāt sure if it was contagious, and youāre out of there.
The rest of the day thatād serve as your shift, you spend staring blankly into nothingness while going about chores you neglected previously due to your shifts and emotional turmoil that left you unwilling to move once you got home.
Anything for normalcy.
Anything to not feel useless.Ā
Even got to cleaning your bedroom, sorting your messes and putting things where they belonged - briefly you feel accomplished.
You go into your prettily made bed at an hour thatād surely give you a sneer and a direct order to nap by Moon. The sun is kissing the horizon and the inky blackness of the sky, making way for heartwarming pinks that bleed to oranges and purples.
All you feel is cold however.
A meager handful of hours later and you wake up just a bit before your alarm is supposed to go off, to your phone chiming with a text.
ā¦A text.
From your manager.
No email, nothing professional, no official slip of paper.
Hey, sorry to hear you arenāt feeling well, I hope it was just something bad you ate and not an actual issue since you donāt have sick days but, hey, youāve been moved stations. Effective immediately and all that.
The arcade with DJ Music Man is pretty cool, youāll do just fine there, you may have to learn some basic engineering and wire tampering though.
Your throat hurts from the wail that falls from you. Miserable and broken.
Desperately, your brain tugs at you. It tugs at your heart. That these tears arenāt needed, youāve cried, this was for the best. You could heal from this, it wasnāt a break up. You still have your job, there are brightsides to this, that change was good.
All your heart could pound about was that you werenāt wanted anymore.
Unloveable.Ā
Foolish.
#joyfic#i wrote this while having the urge to cry and i finally got to cry by the finishing point#haha oops!! all tears!!!#sun x reader#moon x reader#sun x y/n#moon x y/n#daycare attendant x y/n#daycare attendant x reader#fnaf sb#fnafsb x reader#sundrop x reader#moondrop x reader#sundrop x y/n#moondrop x y/n#i wrote this on and off throughout the day so sorry if anything is screwy#also hello to late night/early riser readers!! i hope ur okay and that this gives u some cathartic release or something#no need for a late night reblog oops its 4am for me at time of posting#FHAU
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