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@telemcchus aaa sorry to say but there is no name bc i never named it LMAO the draft has been sitting on docs unfinished, but if anyones interested you can read what ive written so far below :D

(basically false thinks abt the events of hc8 and seeks comfort from ren >_<)

Ren turns to look at her tilting his head ever so slightly, a wordless question, ‘Are you ok?’

She thinks for a moment about floating blocks and shaking earth, the quick almost careless goodbyes that were said and the devastatingly earnest ones that weren’t. The quiet betrayal of leaving a doomed bunker.

She thinks about communications getting cut off, the serenity of space and how suffocating its silence is when you're so used to noise. The cold of the void is striking when compared to the warmth of Ren’s hand in hers.

Fuck it.

She leans forward to lay her head against his shoulder. He tenses slightly and hesitates for the briefest of seconds, clearly caught off guard, but drops his shoulder and adjusts to let her rest more comfortably. She takes the opportunity to move into the crook of his neck, face hidden from the growing amusement on their friends’ faces.

‘I need you’ she says in all but words.

He lets go of her hand to wrap his arms around her.

He gives her a squeeze, ‘I’m here’.

Ren smells like alcohol and smoke from the barbeque and it's not the most pleasant thing in the world, nor is it False's favourite scent- but it's Ren and he’s here and he's holding her in his arms and everything feels like it's going to be alright.

The warmth in her chest spreads out, it feels like she’s burning up from the inside-out and False knows it's not just the alcohol making her run hot. She can hear someone faintly telling them to get a room but her body feels heavy and her heart’s beating like drum, and normally it makes her sick to be weak where everyone can see her but Ren’s pulse is like a jackhammer against her head so he’s freaking out too and-

Who knew alcohol made her so bold?

She doesn't move from her position, taking deep breaths and enjoying the warmth of Ren’s company. He slowly relaxes too, heart slowing to a steady metronome she uses to count her breaths.  ------

She’s shaken awake gently. It takes a few blinks before her eyes adjust to the sudden darkness that surrounds her, and even then sleep clings to her making her eyelids heavy. She resists the urge and looks at the world around her. The roaring fire has now become a small flame, barely clinging on to the last vestiges of life and most of their friends have left already. 

She hears Ren clearing his throat and when she turns to look at him. She's briefly stunned by the bashful look on his face, even in the moonlight and the dying fire she can see how red his face is. Its… Its cute. How he can't hide his emotions.

Yeah.

“C’mon Falsie, let's get you home” he says. 

As they go to stand, Ren holds his arms out as if to catch her if she loses balance. It's a sweet thoughtful gesture but False feels significantly less drunk than she did earlier that night so she stands perfectly fine, albeit missing her usual grace. They bid Joe farewell and thank him for hosting the party before making their way to the otherside of the river.

A small breeze passes through and False finds that she's still pleasantly warm. She then realizes, embarrassingly late, that the reason for that is the distinct pink cardigan draped over her shoulders. The wool is warm and soft when she takes it into her hands

free will is using your animation assignment as an excuse to animate a scene from your own fic

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free will is using your animation assignment as an excuse to animate a scene from your own fic

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I’m kinda late to the party but like, I’m right tho

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WAIT I JUST HAD A THOUGHT

WHATS FALSE GONNA DO?!? HER EMOTIONAL SUPPORT DOG AND ZOMBIE HAVE BEEN EXILED! SHES BARELY HANGING ON TO SANITY ON A NORMAL DAY!

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love it when we get a cleo and ren team up

they’re such a great duo, cant wait to see more of them together

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i still think it's absurd how people with no issue with smp fanfic containing violence and dark themes would also argue that romance is in any way "closer to rpf"

i think too many people just egregiously misunderstood what "the line between mcrp and rpf is blurry" means because where it's actually blurry is in regards to characterization, not any subject matter because there's no correlation between something being more or less based on reality and what topics it chooses to cover

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genuinely bdubs going on abt the pythagorean theorem and everybody being pretty convinced he's actually meaning fibonnaci sequence but then he hops into a different world and what do you know he's on some way more advanced math and ratio bullshit than chat could comprehend. i love him so much

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one day Gem is going to snap and kill the rest of giggs with hammers and when she does I will show this to the jury and they'll get why she had to do it

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king dog

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i think the main reason bdubs is Like That is because of how long minecraft’s sleep is when you’re skipping the night. i wake up disoriented and frothing with hate if i take a nap any less than two hours long, let alone 5 seconds every 10 minutes. Man is living in a constant state of post-nap fury

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Yes, everything's fine, why do you ask?

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I support Scar's Wrongs

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Do you see my vision

One from each known dimension, and each as strange as the next…just in opposite ways :3

(Each is from a progressively harder to reach dimension and each is a progressively less and less common origin, but the weirder their origin gets the more Normal they seem to behave pfft. It’s the strangest phenomenon)