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I think that hullabaloo is a perfect representation of how people respond differently to abusive situations.
I understand that not everyone’s gonna be caught up on the previous lore or they might not know and that’s alright, but I remember when act one came out that everyone was so shocked when they would be like loving joker and people in the replies would be like “oh he killed Violetta” and theyd be genuinely baffled??
I also see a lot of people saying that Mike is bystander and that he didn’t go through anything hard and I also think that’s false ? Ive seen literally one person besides myself talk about his dynamic with bernard. I absolutely believe something was wrong in that dynamic, and mike still viewing him as this good guy is such an interesting direction, I think him viewing Bernard in such a positive light is such an interesting choice on how to represent things, especially when such an abusive relationship was present people who still view their like abusers fondly is not uncommon and I think that it was interesting that they represented that
Joker- no comment ive nothing to add. You know what you did
MARGIEEE AUGH the river leading back to lakeside :(
Margie and her letters are probably one of my favorite parts of the entire game, especially how she talks about other people
She tried so hard in every way to get out of her situation and I wish she did, netease when I get you
How it was clear that joker knew she was lying and trying to manipulate him because she's so so so so bad at it yet he just fed into it because he liked her oh my
Goddddddd
I think mike is always in this deep state of denial, he is stuck on a memory that never existed. I see his fans defend him for the wrong reasons and never touch on the things I mentioned, Ive cared for this little freak for 5 years, hes so interesting and time and time again its so amusing to see how wrong his fans talk about him.
Violetta is written so interestingly, honestly I was expecting her to be a bit more bold but I still love the direction they went with, I think everything played out so well.
Every single one of these worms deserve better
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hi hellooooo ive never sent in a request to anyone before so i hope im doing this right but i rlly love ur writing and ur works so i wanted to approach u with my little idea and see ur take on it :)
how do you think aventurine and ratio would go about celebrating their anniversary with their partner? would it be through nice gifts, something more heartfelt, or maybe spending the day alone with them? rlly interested to see what you think !! again i really love your writing and would love to see your ideas :) might start requesting things regularly if i have any more ideas heheh
Surprise Anniversary! <3
Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Ratio x Reader, Anniversary Celebration, Fluff, Romantic Gestures, Personalized Gifts, Sentimental Moments, Playful Love (Aventurine), Intellectual Love (Ratio), Domestic Bliss, Light Angst (Healing Undertones).
Warnings: Mild emotional vulnerability, Implied deep emotional scars (Aventurine), Mention of intellectual themes (Ratio).
A/N: Writing this after a married ratio fic, honestly fits so well 🤭
The moment Aventurine woke up, his eyes glittered with mischief as he smiled at you. "Darling," he purred, brushing a lock of hair from his face, "you didn’t think I’d forget today, did you?"
Aventurine lived for the grandiose, and your anniversary was no exception. The day began with an invitation—a card sealed with golden wax, summoning you to a private casino event he'd arranged. When you arrived, the room was aglow with golden chandeliers, and every surface sparkled with decadent decor that screamed luxury and sophistication. At the center of it all, Aventurine waited, dressed impeccably in his fancy roulette-themed attire, his peacock feather earring catching the light.
The event was filled with games tailored to your shared memories. One table featured trivia about your relationship, where every correct answer granted a custom prize he had designed just for you—tokens of love disguised as chips that he playfully wagered throughout the day.
“You always keep me on my toes, my love.” you teased as he presented you with the final gift: a heart-shaped roulette wheel, spinning with vibrant gemstones. Each gem, he explained, symbolized a significant moment in your relationship.
Finally, the two of you ended the day alone on a balcony overlooking the city. Aventurine, ever the charmer, held your hand and whispered, “Life’s a gamble, my darling, but betting on us has always been my safest wager.” The sincerity in his voice melted through his playful façade, and he kissed you under a canopy of stars.
Ratio wasn’t one for extravagant displays, but his anniversary plans were no less profound. When you woke up, you found a small, handwritten note on your bedside table:
"Meet me in the study at noon. - V."
The study, one of his favorite places, had been transformed. Bookshelves that usually housed tomes of academic knowledge now displayed mementos from your time together—ticket stubs, photographs, and little trinkets he had quietly preserved over the years. A large chalkboard stood at the center, covered in meticulously written equations. As you approached, you realized it wasn’t math—it was a timeline of your relationship, each formula symbolizing a shared moment.
Ratio stood nearby, his hair swept to one side, his alabaster sculpture absent to reveal his face fully. “I thought it was time to teach you something,” he said with a rare softness in his tone. “An equation I can’t solve alone.”
He handed you a piece of chalk and invited you to complete the final step. Together, you wrote an expression symbolizing your future—a life shared, balanced, and ever-growing. Ratio’s eyes glimmered with emotion as he said, “This is the only theorem that matters to me.”
To end the day, Ratio surprised you with a private dinner, the table surrounded by projections of your favorite constellations. As you dined, he spoke of his admiration for your support and how you inspired him to push beyond his self-imposed boundaries. “You’ve always been my muse.” he confessed, his voice steady but filled with unspoken gratitude.
As the evening came to a close, Ratio gifted you a bracelet adorned with tiny owl charms, symbolizing wisdom and protection. “So that no matter where I am,” he explained, “a part of me is always guiding you.”
#x reader#honkai star rail#hsr#honkai star rail x reader#hsr x reader#hsr aventurine#aventurine x reader#hsr aventurine x reader#aventurine x you#fluff#hsr dr ratio#ratio x reader#hsr ratio#dr ratio#veritas ratio#dr veritas ratio#veritas ratio x reader#veritas x reader#veritas#anniversary celebration#romantic gestures#personalized gifts#sentimental moment#playful love#intellectual love#domestic bliss#light angst#mild emotional vulnerability#implied deep emotional scars#mentions of intellectual themes
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This is kind of a crack request, but can I ask for Heartabyul, Savanaclaw, and Octavinelle having to babysit a furby for a week? How they get the furby I'll leave to you, but I just wanna see what chaos would unfold XD
I love this. I've never had a furby before but I've seen them and they are horrifying and cursed i love them
Request rules and Masterlists
warning: furby death
Set up: Crowley has decided that students should have to go through a lesson to test their skills as future parents. But we know Crowley, he isn't going to spend a lot of money on fake baby dolls that scream. Instead, he decided to purchase furbys, and have the students babysit them for a week...
Riddle:
he tries his best, and does decently well
like most school things, Riddle aims to do his best and be prepared
but this has an extra level of effort for him, because it's proving he can take care of another being
so he's going to do everything he can for the furby
he'll carry it everywhere with him and give it food, tea, attention, and it'll even study with him
and it goes pretty well
that is, until the furby breaks a rule
he'll scold it and it doesn't care, making Riddle more angry
in the end, the furby got a little burned (it did not survive), and so did the rest of Heartslabyul
Trey:
10/10 furby dad
the best furby dad on this list actually
for starters, his furby survives the week
Trey feeds it on time, talks to it, and even has a little bed for his furby
if the furby demands food in the middle of the night, he's getting up to feed it
it's starting to learn to talk too after he reads to it
but he starts to get a little tired after a few nights
so he's happy to hand the furby back to Crowley at the end of the week
Cater:
on magicam, the furby is thriving
in reality, it's being neglected
Cater takes all sorts of photos of him doing activities with his furby and taking care of it
he calls himself a great furby dad
but anytime the camera is not pointed towards the furby, it's left there sitting on it's own
if furbys could die of neglect, his would
but he's got to get those photos to look aesthetic ✨
it's all fun and games until he tries to get some photo's of the little guy playing in some water
...turns out furbys aren't supposed to get wet
Ace:
he tries at the beginning
in his mind, taking care of a furby should be easy peasy
he feeds it and everything
but the first night with the furby is, unfortunately, it's last
Ace had made it a decent bed on one of his shelves to sleep in
in the middle of the night, the shelf collapsed creating a loud noise that woke Ace up
the next thing he heard was his furby speaking gibberish
and the last thing the furby saw was a blast of magic headed straight for it
Deuce:
oh Deuce...
he tried his best to take care of the furby
but poor boy got the one furby that was actually creepy and potentially possessed
other Hearslabyul students have told him that they've heard it talking at night, but Deuce always sleeps through it
it doesn't help that half the furbys words came out garbled and in a very deep voice
still, Deuce is trying his best to take care of it and even learned to understand the garbled nonsense
Furby: GHIKASHUPAHiGNA
Deuce: okay I'll go get you some food
overall pretty good furby dad like the furby is pretty well taken care of
but he got to attached and didn't want to give it back to Crowley at the end of the week
Leona:
no way
there's no way he's going to take care of a furby
the first few times the furby asks for things, it simply gets ignored
but the more it talks and starts demanding things, the more he gets annoyed
he tries to hand it over to Ruggie, but Ruggie has his own furby to take care of
so he's stuck with the furby
he starts to get pretty good at blocking it out
but then the furby wakes him up during one of his naps
Leona has reached peak annoyance
that furby got its first and last flight lesson out Leona's window
Ruggie:
honestly he's not that interested in taking care of the furby
it's decently taken care of for a while
the furby gets fed and talked to regularly
the big problem arises when he visits Sam's shop
Sam just casually mentioned that they could be sold for a decent price
not expensive, but not totally cheap
either way money is money and Ruggie is all about money
his furby got sold immediately
Jack:
he wants to take care of his furby, he really does
but it freaks him out
he hates it's eyes and especially it's stare
Jack is so hesitant about even feeding it
anytime it speaks his ears perk up like he's startled
it was the middle of the night when he heard it
from the darkness of the room, it laughed
he just couldn't take it
at first he just tried to take the batteries out
but then it kept talking
and that furby got crushed to death
Azul:
it's a school assignment, so of course he's going to try his best
the furby gets well taken care of and even gets the VIP treatment
he has to admit, it kind of ruins his negotiations a little bit when the furby interrupts
"if you want that to come true, I can certainly make it happen. All you have to do is-"
"WEE-TAH-KAH-WEE-LOO"
but for some reason, this scared many of his victims customers into signing a contract
so he kept it around and actually started to make it work
he even taught it how to take orders
but then one day, the furby stopped working during one of their busy days
as much as Azul tried to change it's batteries and fix it, it just didn't work and the furby's eyes didn't open again
the furby had been worked to death
Jade:
another good furby dad...with a twist
Jade takes good care of his furby always making sure to feed it and give it attention
but he spends a lot of time teaching it things
the furby learns pretty quickly how to speak and some other things
in fact, it's probably the smartest furby of them all
so smart that it starts to take after Jade and pick up some if his traits and...hobbies
near the end of the week, the furby had disappeared
but Jade wasn't worried
because there was some rumors floating around about a growing furby mafia
Jade is such a proud dad
Floyd:
he has so much fun with his furby
it's such a fun and creepy guy
just like him :D
he brought the furby everywhere with him
so much so that the furby learned a word, and only one word
so when Floyd was annoyed with someone, the small furby voice beside him would chant
"Squeeze! Squeeze! Squeeze!"
the two practically became best friends who could never be separated
and I mean never
even when Floyd went for a swim in his mer-form, he held the little furby in his arms despite the furby having stopped moving
the poor furby had drowned in the arms of someone who loved it
Totals:
Furbys handed out - 11
Furbys returned - 1
#this is one of my favorite things ive written#furby dads#twisted wonderland#twst#twisted wonderland x reader#twst x reader#riddle rosehearts#twst riddle#riddle x reader#riddle rosehearts x reader#trey clover#twst trey#trey x reader#trey clover x reader#cater diamond#twst cater#cater diamond x reader#cater x reader#ace trappola#twst ace#ace trapolla x reader#deuce spade#twst deuce#deuce x reader#deuce spade x reader#leona kingscholar#twst leona#twst leona x reader#leona x reader#leona kingsholar x reader
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You Were All Yellow | written by steddieasitgoes | ao3 link
For @thefreakandthehair Spring Spicy Six Fanworks Challenge!. My prompt was “Yellow.”
“Yellow!” Eddie shouts confidently, voice echoing throughout Steve’s crowded family room. “Stevie’s favorite color is yellow.”
Eddie waits for Steve’s confirmation but finds himself on the receiving end of shouting. Robin is yelling something about the color green. Max shouts back different shades of blue, and Dustin is elbows deep in a dissertation-style argument about why Steve’s favorite color is actually salmon pink. The others are loud in their own right, arguing over who wins the point in their impromptu “Who Knows Steve Best” game and the privilege of riding shotgun in the Beamer for an entire month.
It’s total chaos, but the loudest person in the room is Steve, who hasn’t uttered a word since the simple question was asked.
Everyone is so busy debating, no one pays any attention to Eddie as he collapses on the couch beside Steve. It takes a quick elbow to Steve’s ribs to get him to focus on Eddie, but it’s worth it when those big hazel eyes land on him.
“It is yellow, right?” Eddie asks, suddenly feeling bashful.
It has to be, Eddie thinks.
An entire side of Steve’s closet is sectioned off for yellow shirts and sweaters. Steve’s favorite bath towel is a worn yellow one falling apart at the seams. He drinks out of a yellow smiley face mug every morning, and he only eats yellow candy when given the chance.
And that’s just the obvious things.
Eddie’s taken note of the way Steve gravitates towards yellow items when he’s flipping through the department store catalogs he gets in the mail. Passes over the blues and greens for the pale and banana yellow options. He always reaches for the yellow highlighter when they’re studying together and doesn’t hesitate to grab the yellow game piece on board game nights.
There’s also the way Steve’s face lights up whenever Eddie walks around the house in one of his yellow sweatshirts — but Eddie tries not to let that cloud his judgment.
It’s honestly fitting, Eddie thinks.
Yellow is a rare favorite color, and Steve’s a rare form of perfection.
“I mean, I hadn’t thought much about it,” Steve admits, startling Eddie from his thoughts.
Eddie fidgets with the strings on the yellow sweatshirt he’s borrowed from Steve to keep from squirming under the weight of Steve’s eyes. He feels them scan Eddie from toe to head, lingering on his torso where the oversized yellow sweatshirt swallows Eddie whole. For a maddening moment, Eddie thinks Steve wants to swallow him whole too, but the thought disappears when Steve tears his eyes away from him.
“But yeah, I think uh, I think you’re right. There’s just something about yellow.”
Or:
It's the Spring of 1986 and Vecna is dead. Spring is in full effect. The flowers are blooming, the birds are singing, and Eddie's feelings for Steve are blossoming into something new.
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20K+ Words | Mature
#LexsSpringFanworksChallenge#steddie#steddie fic#steve harrington#eddie munson#steddie ficlet#steve harrington x eddie munson#steve harrington fluff#eddie munson fluff#stranger things#stranger things fic#this is one of my favorite things ive written#dani writes#mine
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in a museum with my mother (but it could be anywhere at all)
#oscars art#poetry#prose poetry#latino#mexican#immigrant#not 2 be dramatic but this may be one of my favorite things ive written ever
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to breathe in this mirage by existwound
E | 12k+ | 1/4 | Keith/Lance
Summary:
The light reflects on a piece of silver metal on Keith’s hand as his fingers play with Lance’s. He zeroes in on it, his breath catching in his throat. It’s a thin silver ring that sits nicely on his left ring finger, adorned with an even thinner golden band around it, perfectly matching, and mirroring, the ring that Lance found on his bathroom counter this morning. Oh, no way. No, no, no, no. Absolutely not. This has to be some kind of cruel joke. There is no way that the person he’s married to in the future is Keith.
or: Lance unwillingly takes one for the team and wakes up ten years in the future.
read chapter one now on ao3!
#HEY HEY IM SO PROUD OF THIS ONE I LOVE WRITING HUMOR#actually not gonna lie this might be my favorite thing ive written so far ever#my fic#klance fic#klance#voltron#voltron fic#vld#my writing
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reaching
hades game, thanzag, rated t, ~2700 words
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Thanatos isn’t sure how long it’s been since they were both young, or whatever young means to gods like them, but it feels like an immeasurable amount of time, he feels like an immeasurably different person and yet exactly the same. He is still serving at the pleasure of Lord Hades and, by extension, his son. He is still wincing at the sight of Zagreus’s blood on the floor. He is reaching, reaching into the space between them now in the sulfuric heat of Asphodel, to hand him the beating heart of a centaur.
Zagreus takes it. Their hands touch during the exchange. Time folds like a thin piece of paper, so thin he can see through it to the beginning, before Zagreus, and now. Now, during or after or whatever this is between them. Always reaching out to try and close the distance, never quite getting there.
#hi i think this is my fave hades fic ive written and maybe one of my favorite things ive written period#i like it a lot#hades game#thanzag#thanatos hades#my writing#my fics
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hold me close
Sometimes Lan Wangji misses Wei Ying even when he's with him. He forgets he doesn’t need to be afraid. This Wei Ying won’t vanish into the shadows. Sometimes, it feels like Lan Wangji is just waiting to be proven wrong. Lan Wangji has spent his entire life grieving for the ones he's loved and lost. How can he be expected to simply stop?
Wangxian | Oneshot | 13.4K | Rated E
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Wei Ying visits Lan Wangji every night for thirteen years.
He arrives cloaked in shadows wrapping around him in a shroud. Long hair fans out behind him buffeted by an unnatural wind, thick at the roots and becoming wisps of smoke at the ends.
And every night, Lan Wangji welcomes this Wei Ying into arms that will never again know his warmth. An embrace that will never be shared with anyone else. A fantasy for a willing hostage, caught in a trap of his own design.
The Wei Ying in his dreams is well-fed and well-loved, skin bronze from endless summers spent lakeside, glowing with a fire stoked from within that both threatens Lan Wangji and calls to him all the same. This Wei Ying is always smiling. Not the one Lan Wangji sees in his nightmares, crazed with resentment consuming his soul. The one from their youth, the one this hostile world stole from him when he was far too young.
The Wei Ying in his dreams is not numb from grief and loss. He is not cruel. He does not shove Lan Wangji away.
He places a hand on Lan Wangji’s flushed, tear-stained cheek. His calloused hand is no longer cold and dying but instead warm and alive. This Wei Ying guides Lan Wangji towards him, a loving gaze fixed on him as a familiar smirk curls into a tease.
His dark eyes are bright and dancing, not glassy and dead. They drag Lan Wangji in, ensnaring him, rooting him in place. Though Lan Wangji has no reason to escape regardless.
Shadows twist up and down his body, leaving mark after mark in a trail claiming him. They convince Lan Wangji that this moment is real and true and won’t vanish like fog once dawn breaks over the mountain, flinging logic and sense far away.
In his dreams, Wei Ying loves him.
In his dreams, Lan Wangji saves him.
In his dreams, he has this. Everything he’s ever wanted.
Lan Wangji becomes quite adept at pretending the dreams are all he needs.
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#lol remember when i said idk if this fic will break 10k lolololol#also this fic is the fic that put my ao3 published wordcount at 100k!!!! which is like amazing for me because i genuinely never thought#i'd get there ahhhh...and im glad it was this fic too because it truly is one of my favorite things ive ever written#mdzs#mo dao zu shi#the untamed#cql#lan wangji#wei wuxian#wangxian#mdzs fanfiction#the untamed fanfiction#mdzs musings#bushy writing#mxtxnet#theuntameddaily
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Saint asked, "May I give you advice...something I learned from being with Osiris."
Crow nodded.
Saint-14 wandered quietly to Cal's bedside. "Sometimes..." the bed creaked as the titan lowered himself next to Calgrach's side, "...it helps to talk."
The hunter watched Saint curiously. He spoke softly, "He can't hear me."
Saint-14's words felt firm but kind, "It is your presence that he can feel. Your light he knows. You do not need words for that."
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#im still thinking about this from last year btw#hands down one of my favorite things of Cal's lore i've written#little doodle inbetween projects cause ive got something big cooking behind the scenes fajksldjf#destiny#destiny 2#destiny oc#oc#original character#art#sketch#doodle#saint-14#destiny saint-14#destiny guardian#destiny guardian oc#guardian oc#go back to work lukas
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stoner byler moment for miwip "wednesday"
#yes its thursday again. who give a shit#ive written. like 4k of this fic in the past couple days#and it is REALLY good. like. maybe my favorite byler thing ive ever written#although forewarning it is probably going to be rated mature. too much drug use and horniness#but i think i like. get them really well in this fic. so. very excited to finish and post this one#byler#byler fanfic
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behind the scenes of abstraction of the soul, we've hit 160k and heket is still not fucking dead
#GIRL DIE ALREADY. PLEASE#tbh tho anura's arc has got to be one of my all time favorite things ive ever written*#*written in collab with my beloved yes#im gonna have fun beating the shit out of it in the editing phase#had sooo much fun exploring heket#mae rambles
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absolutely begging for you to talk about “28. jimmy jr and bob”
OH THAT ONE LOL as a tinimmy fan I'm not sure how interested you'd be but it's about jimmy jr coming out to gay to bob after a fight w/ his own dad. because bob feels safe as a queer adult in his life :( it's really sweet I wish i finished writing it
(on a similar note I always wanted to write about the MANY many similarities between bob and jimmy jr in terms of working in a restaurant from a young age, fighting w/ their dad, being named after their dad but failing to live up to the legacy etc even their speech disorders!!! this fic would have probably played into that later in their conversation)
"I don't know. Everything is—Ugh! I did something stupid, and my dad is angry at me about it. I couldn't think of anybody else to talk to about this. I know my mom wouldn't understand, and I don't… really want to tell her about it," Jimmy Junior started.
"What did you do?" Bob asked.
He knew that Jimmy Junior was a responsible kid and it was unlikely, but the first thing that his mind jumped to was that Jimmy Junior had accidently got somebody pregnant. There weren't a lot of stupid things that a teenage boy could do that their father wouldn't expect of them. Bob knew that, because he'd done quite a few stupid things when he was a teenager, and his father would never let him forget it.
Jimmy Junior took a deep breath, and Bob waited patiently. Even if he had gotten somebody pregnant or did something else equally stupid and irresponsible, it was obvious that Jimmy Junior trusted him and he needed support with whatever was going on. Bob promised that he would be there for his kids regardless of anything that they did, even if it was reckless or irresponsible, and that promise to himself applied to any other kids that came to him for advice or help with something.
"I told my dad that I think I'm, uh—I'm gay," Jimmy Junior said. His voice was so quiet that Bob almost couldn't hear him at all. "He didn't really… get it. He didn't kick me out or anything, but he said that I'm too young to know what I'm talking about, and that I'm just doing this to be rebellious and get his attention. Zeke said that I shouldn't tell him until I was ready, but I thought that if I told somebody it would make me feel more… confident, I guess? I feel like an idiot."
Bob didn't know what to say. He hadn't expected this. He knew that Jimmy Pesto was an asshole, but he hadn't expected him to be homophobic or to not accept his own son's sexuality.
"I-I'm sorry," Bob said awkwardly. "Did… why did you want to talk to me about this?"
"Tina told me that, uh, you're not… I know that you're married to Mrs. Belcher, but she said that you aren't straight. I thought you might understand, or at least, uh, you would kind of get it."
#bob thinking that 13 year old Jimmy jr got somebody pregnant is probably one of my favorite things ive ever written#i think about it CONSTANTLY even tho i never finished this fic#bob is like O_O#ask#bob's burgers
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Touch Me Like You Know Me
Rating: T
Summary: Mike doesn't go home anymore, not unless absolutely necessary. Instead, he stays far away from Hawkins, quietly shutting himself off from the world, and burying the pain of the things he never said to the boy he'd left behind. But when his mother convinces him to return home for his thirty-fifth birthday, Mike is finally forced to confront just how much he'd given up when he runs into Will by accident. Mike-centric. Estranged Byler reconnection fic. Soft and Sweet.
COMPLETE
Picking at the paper label of his Budweiser bottle, Mike hunches over the sticky wooden bar, trying to conjure up all the moments, all the years, that have gotten him to this exact moment. He’s not old, not by a long shot, even if he wakes up some days and feels absolutley ancient. Not necessarily in his body. Sure, years spent hunched over a computer writing hasn’t done his back any favors and a hangover knocked him on his ass more than it used to, but that's not it really.
It’s the strange agony that is waking up everyday to do the same thing over again: work the same job, eat the same food, talk to the same people. It’s how if he closes his eyes he’s sixteen again, laying in his basement smoking weed with his friends, how he can still feel the moment the gate was closed for good in the marrow of his bones, or how if he thinks long and hard enough, the image of the heavily lashed eyes of his best friend become so clear and green that it felt more like some vision than a memory.
It’s how Mike can still feel his hand beneath his own when his best friend sat scared and sweating in his room when they were thirteen. It’s all these fucking things, the memories that feel so close he can practically reach out and touch them.
And then at the same time, it's the frightening realization that rushes over him like a tidal wave. In fifteen years he’ll be fifty. He’s floating in this strange halfway point between his childhood and getting older. It seems like he blinked and his teenage years and twenties were gone, like some sort of sick mirage. A blur. Would he blink again and it’d all be over?
#byler#stranger things#will byers#mike wheeler#justmyname#byler fanfic#self reccing cause i just watched the stupid movie and now im all in my feels#anyways this is one of my personal favorite things ive written 🖤
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i just remembered this one mock short story i wrote for school (about tool safety blah blah) and im re reading and it just ridiculous
i pretty much just put the tmagp characters in a tech theater au, compared alice to jesus (in the more dramatic way possible) , colin broke the 4th wall, dramatic irony out the wazoo-
#might post it cause that was just hilarious#my mom said she wanted to read it “to make sure there was no blasphemy”💀#one of my favorite things ive ever written#personal#tmagp#writing#violetbones.txt
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Between TF and my other fandoms like BG3 and TES, I keep finding myself making OCs that have some element of "battle hardened hero who is actually good and righteous, but so traumatized by the toll of war that even after the war ends they feel empty/wrecked and can't enjoy the fruits of victory" and I'm not sure if it's bc I gravitate to a certain type of media where such OCs fit in best, or bc I have a specific character archetype I like and gravitate towards media that contains those things.
#squiggposting#possibly a mix of both bc idk if i've gone into detail here but war stories are one of my favorite genre of stories#like for fun fictional reasons but also for real life political and moral and emotional implications#war stories are literally so fucking cool man i feel like they get a bad rap for just being propaganda tools#and obv a lot of them can be/are explicitly made to be but also like#(i feel like i'm stealing a quote from one such story) war stories are also a method for the soldiers of the war to tell their side#and usually the soldier's side of the story tells of the LESS glorious and propagandistic sides#maybe ive just had the pleasure of having really good teachers/professors but like#most of the war stories i've read are specifically ABOUT the bridge bt war propaganda and the actual experience of fighting in a war#and i think even the ones where the soldier in question supports the war (american sniper comes to mind)#it's very interesting and dare i say important to read it and understand when and why and how they came to support war#like idk i think it's one of those things where ppl shy away from war stories bc#'ew gross it's all pro war probably american imperialist propaganda written by oppressive killers trying to make us feel sorry for them'#without understanding... idk. the difference between an individual soldier's evil and the evil of an entire institution?#some sort of anti intellectualism regarding soldiers as being inherently evil ppl who aren't to be listened to or taken seriously?#it's not a matter of like. you don't need to like or sympathize with them per se. but i think part of understanding and criticizing#the institution of war is getting the ground level testimonies about it. and more of them are critical than some ppl believe#plus i mean FUCK usamerican imperialism it doesn't need to be about US wars! other countries lived thru other wars that are also important!#war stories may have their strongest association w american imperialism but that doesn't mean other war stories don't exist#idk sorry for rambling in the tags
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when I mean quit traumatising me with thoughts about a volleyball manga, I meant it. What am I supposed to do with the knowledge that Hinata knew his weakness from the start and seeking individual growth (greed being a positive thing) doesn’t make him any less of a team player? Or that their extreme love for volleyball is what isolated them until they found each other? (or how entirely besotted Kageyama was with Hinata right from the start lmao) But really, reading your posts give me a greater appreciation for the manga and I didn’t even know that was possible! Thank you for your analysis, although I will be suing for psychic damage every time I see your posts in my feed because I end up thinking about them too much. I really like that you love Haikyuu so much, that love is contagious and you make me like it more.
Dunno, personally I find it fun to inflict my brain rot on others. The joy of suffering together or whatnot.
As for what to do with it, you can always just spin all that around your head for eternity and spit it out in various ways the way I've been doing for like 2-4 years now. Or use it to extrapolate even more insane heartbreaking headcanons and aus. They're both fun!
(Re: kageyama being besotted for hinata, that reminds me I have a post somewhere about kageyamas canon three step journey of falling in love with hinata but idk where it is. If I have time to find it I'll repost it for you because it's a good post (they make me want to chew on glass))
Im glad that I make you love hq more because honestly, there's few things better than being able to share your love of something with someone else and when you can bond with other people over that shared interest. It's sooo delightful. And like personally, interacting and having conversations and talking at people makes me like it and think about it more. It's also the way that i flesh out my thoughts. Whenever I post something especially long on here, it usually because I talked about it recently to or at someone.
Feel free to sue me for psychic damage, I find the idea utterly delightful but also you're really to blame because your asks make my day and make me want to write more about hq and kagehina
#their love for vb isolating them is so heartbreaking and so heartwarming#like ive written dozens of posts about how finding out the extent to which kageyama was also lonely#changes our perception of their dynamic and how much it means to kageyama#and even without that the way they bond together so quickly because theyre so desperately lonely#how theyre the last hq pair to find each other and when they do they never let each other go#and how all of this ties into greater themes about hq pairs and about the juxtaposition of how your extreme love for something specifically#vb#can bring both isolation and connection#the thing you love hurts you#the thing you love heals you#to have one you must accept the other to have one you HAVE to experience the other yoo#*too#the way kghn compares to the twins or iwaoi or even kindaichi and kunimi#and then like the stuff about hinatas self awareness his humility almost#and how its in stark contrast with the way he refuses to give up for even a second refuses to doubt his surefire belief in kageyama the way#he forcibly swallows down his split second fears#and like i was posting about recently the way that this knowledge is shared with takeru with hoshiumi with daichi with other shorter players#and how his ego issues tie him to oikawa#how you need to have greed to succeed and the way haikyu handles that with the kghn conflict about how kageyama thinks hinatas going to#destroy the team and instead hinatas greed spurs them to greater heights#and how that itself ties in to that other theme about how you can and should demand the best#from your teammates#and figuring out the lines of when is it ok to demand when is it not when is it ok to be greedy or to not to what extent?#the ten billion things furudate has to say about teammwork - ah i think you just touched like 3 of my absolute favorite hq themes and#im about to hit character limit soon because these are themes i cant shut up about#haikyu#asks#tag ramblings#brotp: someone even better
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