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In Another Life

Rating: Teen and Up Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply  Fandom: I was a Teenage Exocolonist  Relationship: Sol/Cal, Cal/Tammy Characters: Sol, Cal, Tammy  Additional Tags: Angst, Unrequited Love, Implied drug use Summary: If she lives, Cal's feelings will lean toward her. A/N: Why does this game inspire so much angst? I swear I will write something happy! I swear most of my runs end really well, actually!Word Count: 486

Sol woke up on their birthday already knowing what they would learn today. They had too many lifetimes of memories to expect anything else. Even though they were currently young, they felt old with the weight of their knowledge that Cal and Tammy would visit them to wish them a happy birthday, cake in hand and news that they had decided to date. Then they would stay together like a rock and chain dragging Sol to the bottom of a stagnant lake.

Again, they would have to put on a smile and pretend the news made them happy. Again, they would have to content themselves with the title of friend. Again, they would have to watch as the person they loved chose someone else. Again, Sol would have to live a life without him.

They sat up, rubbed the preemptive tears from their eyes, readied themselves for the day, then waited for the two to show up at their door.

“In another life,” he had said to them once, after they had dared to confess to him while high and bold.

And they hadn't the heart to tell him that they were already in another life. The life where he and Tammy got together was the deviation, a change from what should have been. In the life they still remembered so clearly, they and Cal had grown old together, hand in hand. They could remember hiding Socks in the barn, sowing the fields and tending the livestock, crying with him when their mother had passed and then again with their father. They recalled the day that the two of them confessed to one another and how the entire colony had commented on how long it took. There were nights they got high together and lost themselves in one another. They helped raise a few generations in the colony, grew old together, then parted in the only way that could separate them forever. It had been a good life.

And they remembered all of it like a fresh wound.

They remembered that Tammy had died far too young. How could they do anything but save her if they knew that they could. How could they deny her the life that she had been robbed of far too soon? They couldn’t. 

And that was the day the life they remembered so clearly became impossible to recreate. Tammy would always snatch Cal’s heart. The only life in which Cal didn’t choose her was the one in which she wasn’t an option.

They considered it once, letting her die the way she was supposed to. But how were they supposed to let an innocent person die just so they had a chance to hold hands with the person they loved once again. 

They couldn’t. Wouldn’t.

So this deviant life would continue onward.

A knock came at the door and they braced themselves for the news that they knew would come.

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BTW i see these posts all the time like "ohhh i dont know what to comment on fics.." and every response is "keysmashes! or hearts!! anything works :3" and thats GREAT!! thats helpful!!

but: consider. if u genuinely like analyzing writing.. do u know ur just allowed to go through and quote your favorite parts and ramble abt what they mean to u and the author will LOSE IT WITH HYPE?

genuinely. i felt SO WEIRD the first time i did it.. but like. holy shit authors love it. its crack for authors. the first time i did it, it was on a fic that hadnt updated in half a year, give or take, and the author made 3 updates that month BECAUSE OF MY COMMENT.

LIKE. as an author every comment is INCREDIBLE!!! but also, dont feel like your comment has to be short or otherwise ur invasive or smth!! authors ADORE long comments more than ANYTHING.

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Always Together, Even Apart

Rating: General Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Fandom: I was a Teenage Exocolonist Relationship: Sol x Sym, Dys x Sym, Sol & Dys Characters: Sol, Sym Additional Tags: Light angst, Fluff Summary: Sol visits an old friend. A/N: The first fic in a new fandom is always the messiest. I just... had thoughts after getting my Sym and Dys endings. Like, man left us behind to join the aliens and I'm the mayor of a human preservation. Like... I have feelings???? And I need to get them out??? Word Count: 750

Sol stared out at the red sands, fiddling with one of the many strange devices that littered the Wresting Ridges. Purple fluid swirled inside the strange case as their feet dangled over the edge of one of the many sheer cliffs that filled the horizon.

“It's not safe to sit there, Sugarbug.” The voice that spoke from behind them was gentle and kind, familiar.

They didn't have to look back to know who it was. After all, they had been partners for a decade at this point.

“You're late,” they said. “I was afraid you forgot what day it was after your last accident.”

“I admit that Dys had to remind me. I haven't been careful with creating my backups lately,” a consequence of him spending so much time with Sol rather than returning to his pod nightly, “so I'm afraid I may have lost at least a week's worth of memories.”

Sol froze at the mention of Dys’ name, an old wound that sometimes festered. They didn't look back at Sym as they asked, “How is Dys doing?”

“He's well,” Sym said. “He seems to miss you.”

“Just me?”

“Just you,” Sym confirmed. “He wishes you would visit more often, even if you plan to live out your human life.”

Sol let out a short but boisterous laugh as the drying air tossed their blue hair around their face. “Between the deal and running the colony, I'm only allowed out a few times a year. I don't know how he expects me to visit more than I already do.”

It would be easier for him to visit Sol, but that would require him to leave the Gardeners’ shared consciousness that he had assimilated into; a prospect that he did not seem eager about.

“But today is one of those days.” Sym's always-present smile seemed to seep into his words. “I'm sure that's why he wouldn't let me forget about it.”

Sol looked down at the device in their hand more closely, feeling a sense of melancholy overcome them. “I don't think Dys would find these things interesting anymore, considering he probably knows all about them now that he shares knowledge with all of you.”

Sym closed the distance between him and Sol, mimicking a scene from one of the Earth movies they had watched with him some time ago. He kneeled down and placed his hands on their shoulders. “He likely wouldn't enjoy them the way he used to. I doubt he's simply awaiting a gift from you though.”

“Easy for you to say,” Sol sighed. “You probably talk to him daily. And makeout.”

“He cannot kiss without lips,” Sym reminded them. “But the sentiment is there.”

“You know,” Sol started as they placed their hand against his purple one, “we made out a few days ago.”

“Sadly, I don't remember.”

They turned their head to look at him, a coy pout playing at their lips. “I could refresh your memory. I'm sure Dys wouldn't mind if we were a little late.”

“You're trying to make him jealous, aren't you?”

“Clearly,” Sol said. “It's his punishment for leaving me alone in the colony.”

“You're not alone. You have other friends,” Sym pointed out, having met a few of such people after the human colony and the Gardeners had reached an acceptable peace.

“But he was my best friend,” they argued. “It's not the same.”

Sol couldn't blame Sym for not understanding it. His understanding of friendship and best friends came from the movies they had snuck him. Not that he didn't understand having a connection to another person, but the nuances of friend versus best friend was lost to him.

“Then I'm sorry,” he said, but not because of his own actions. He was sorry that they were clearly hurt. “But he misses you as well. I promise.”

Sol sighed. 

It wasn't fair for them to be so hurt. They knew that becoming a Gardener was exactly what Dys wanted and it made him happy. They just missed him.

“Fine.” They carefully stood up so they didn't trip over the edge of the cliffside. “He can apologize to me in person then.”

They looked at the strange device in their hands again, then up at Sym's citrine eyes. 

“He'll appreciate it,” Sym said, seeming to have read their mind.

Sol nodded then followed after Sym, trotting only a few steps behind him so they could spend a rare moment with the two most important people in their life.

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Night on the bald mountain [Chernabog Malleus] +details

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Archive of Our Own (ao3), the internet

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purgatory hall! ✨

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this is what it feels like to open your notifications after you posted what u thought would be a banger but youve only gotten 1 like

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