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ruby-red-inky-blue · 5 months

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Sneak for TWTaS's final chapter (!!!!)

“Full disclosure, this is a weird gift. You’re hard to get gifts for. So I panicked and got you a coffee mug, which is… arguably worse, but –“

“You didn’t have to get me anything.”

“Yeah, I know. But you got me something for Christmas. And I wanted to. So –“ She pushes a mug with a lopsided bow around it into his hands, with a nervous, apprehensive look on her face.

It’s black, or very nearly black, in the dim light of the kitchen lamp, and dotted with tiny stars. He smiles, turning the cup around in his hands, and feels instantly transported to a (freezing cold) November night, side by side on a blanket in the middle of nowhere, staring up into the cloudless sky.

It might be his favourite memory.

“It has stars on it,” he says, brilliantly, and she smiles.

“Uh-huh. It shows constellations when you put hot coffee in it. So you can learn them, for next time.”

He puts the cup down on the table and tugs at her hand, pulling her closer, and smiles down at her. “I liked learning them from you, though.”

“God, you’re such a sap,” she mutters, puts her arms around him and rolls her eyes at him for good measure. But he doesn’t miss the faint blush on her cheeks, and he knows she relished in it – she likes teaching, generally, and the stars and constellations, all those names her father taught her as a child, are clearly something she treasures, despite everything.

“It’ll be a refresher, then.” She winds out of his arms, curls up on her rickety chair and pours coffee for them both.

“And this is a weird gift?” he asks, still smiling softly down at the mug.

“No, that’s the normal part. Look in the bag.”

He picks up the small satchel on his plate with a frown and shakes out a simple, coin-sized pendant. It’s an unremarkable thing, not much to look at, really, just a brown-grey speckled splinter of stone enclosed in clear resin.

He takes a moment to inspect it, trying to decode its relevance, before ceding defeat and asking, eyes still on the stone: “What… what is that?”

Jyn truly blushes, this time. “It’s a piece of – of metro tile. They’re… they’re doing renovations on Line 2.” She shrugs uncomfortably and rearranges the pieces of toast on her plate. “A friend of a friend of one of Saw’s old guys knows the contractors, they grabbed a piece for me. Ermita station, I think he said. Like I said, it’s – this guy probably thought I was insane for asking, but –”

“I remember them,” he says softly, turning the pendant in his fingers, watching the flecks of brown shimmering in the light. “The tiles.”

“I wanted… It was the only way I could think of to get you something from the city. Food would’ve just gone bad and –“ She shrugs helplessly. “I guess it was this or one of those stupid tourist t-shirts. Like I said, it’s – it’s weird, I know, but I… I thought it’d be like, a piece of home, right? I know you don’t have much.“

This is an understatement. He has a novel with the pages cut out, some pictures, a list of names, an army knife, a gun, a passport, and the shoes that he wore the day he left. Everything else he owns, he bought in the States.

#definitely not the finished product here it's kind of awkwardly written tbh #but i've annoyed my mutuals with this gift question a lot and i'm now hoping to BRIBE you into participation instead ¯\_ (ツ)_/¯#so uh thoughts? suggestions?#still don't know what he got her i'm thinking concert tickets for something she can go to with chirrut and/or baze?#my words #twtas sneak

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jadewritesficshere · 3 months

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Thinking about Eddie Munson who was complaining to the rest of the band about his shoulders and neck hurting post show. One of them convinces him to go for a massage.

Eddie shows up day of and is told to strip to level of comfort and get under the sheets laying on his back, his masseuse will knock before coming in. Eddie has not an ounce of care or shame, strips completely naked. Scars and tattoos on full display. He climbs between the sheets and waits. After knocking and hearing a "come in", his masseuse enters and-

The most handsome man he's ever seen walks in. A bit of stubble on his defined jaw, soft pale lips Eddie wants to kiss, big brown eyes Eddie wants to get lost in, slutty little waist and an ass Eddie could-

He introduces himself as Steve. Verifies where Eddie had said his tension was on the form he hastily filled out. Then it starts.

And maybe, maybe, Eddie is a bit touch starved. He could have anyone he wants, but they don't want him just his fame. Pushes them all away. Only gets close to his band, but they all are busy and have their own people outside of work.

And Steve is just touching him. Rubbing smooth circles into his temple, down his cheekbones towards his jaw. Pressing on parts of Eddie's face he didn't even realize were tense. It's relaxing.

And Eddie regrets not leaving at least his boxers on to help hide that he's becoming hard. Kind of embarrassing, which makes his dick harder- which, that's a lot to unpack right now-

"Hey, relax man," Steve says, laying a gentle hand on his shoulder. Eddie can see Steve's eyes dart towards the obvious situation," It's natural. Happens to the best of us." "Does it happen to you?" Eddie blurts out. Eddie wants to shove his face in one of these soft plush pillows and scream, but Steve just snorts a laugh and shakes his head at him. Doesn't even respond as he continues the massage.

Eddie tries to hold back his groans as Steve turns his head to the side and rubs his neck into his shoulders. He can feel the tension leave his body slowly. Feel the knots in his muscles release.

Eddie can't, however, hold back the noise he makes when Steve grabs a hold of his hair and tugs it. Eddie's eyes pop open and he stares into Steve's face, who has started blushing. Steve just clears his throat and let's Eddie's hair go before continuing the massage.

#Steve was just moving his hair and the intrusive thought won over and yanked Eddie's hair towards him #Eddie is waxing poetic in his head has already written a minimum of 3 songs about Steve and is now going to have Steve star in every fantas #Lol yall aren't gonna believe this i paused when typing 'Eddie is' and the suggested was to put 'Eddie is a gay disaster' asdhfdlsl #Anyways this was totally NOT inspired by me getting a massage (I've had many in the past) and this random masseuse grabbed all of my hair i #Their hand and then tugged it towards themselves which...has never happened before and I almost moaned so uh found something out about me #I was just like “OH???oh!” And then proceeded to melt into the table #That wasn't even the wildest massage experience I had...I've had a few which is why I know I should only stick with one person #Because I trust that masseuse but instead I was like “well let me try the stones they don't offer here” and went elsewhere #ANYWAYS I could see this happening to Eddie and went oh yeah...didn't mean to ramble but here ya go #Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington #Steddie #Steddie drabble #Jade is Talking

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pettyprocrastination · 2 years

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whoever this beloved anon was I am so touched by your kindness! You definitely didn’t have to do this but I am so happy you enjoy this idea and I will happily expand upon it for you!

this is just a collection of word vomit bullet points for the time being but I will happily answer any and all questions about this pair!!

warnings: violence, angst, child death (Sarah Miller), foul language, the same warnings that apply to tlou, reader is Sarah's mom and described as having similar features to her.

So the general Idea is that you and Joel are happily married before the outbreak.

You had been Sarah's mother, his high school sweetheart he got pregnant when neither of you were old enough to have any reaction to the pregnancy test other than a fucking panic attack in one another’s arms. but you made it work

you both worked but made time for one another and your sweet girl, going to museums every other weekend and joel insisting on swooping you off for a date every now and then

nothing special. He knows you’re more of a diner gal than anything too fancy that makes you both feel out of place.

On his birthday in 2003, you had planned to tell him that you were pregnant again. But the memories of your own fears of motherhood from all those years ago begin to swirl through your head again and you get cold feel. deciding to tell him the morning after

it is his birthday afterall, you want to focus on him.

but when you’re woken up in the middle of the night because tommy needs to get bailed out, Joel kisses you sweetly one last time before promising he’ll be back and you can’t shake the feeling that something bad is happening.

its you that shakes sarah awake that night. shouting at her to put on her shoes when she’s still rubbing the sleep from her eyes because you’ve been listening to the radio for the past two hours, calling joel again and again and again praying for him to fucking pick up but to no avail.

Sarah, bless your little girl’s bleeding heart is the one who insists you check on the adler’s against your better suspicions and when you find the eldest looming over her daughter, blood and sinew dripping from her mouth, you grab your daughter hand and burst into a full sprint until something slams into your back and sends you tumbling onto their front lawn

its how joel finds you, struggling to keep the once sweet old woman, whose now nothing more than dead eyes and gnashing teeth straining to snap at your pulse point as you push against her while sarah shrieks before your husband runs forward and cracks her skull with a wrench.

there’s hardly a moment of pause, just enough for him to pull you up and into his arms before he’s ushering you both into the car with an urgency.

when the truck crashes, you get separated from them. Perhaps at Tommy’s side when the flames rise and create a wall, separating you from your husband, or maybe pulled into the mob of chaos when trying to escape from those already infected-

all joel knows is that you promise you’ll find him: just get sarah to safety and you’ll meet him at the river

Poor thing is already so frightened, held in her father’s arms with tears streaming down her face insisting they can’t leave you they just can’t but her father kisses her forehead and reassures her its going to be okay

“we just need to be brave, okay babygirl? Your mama’s real tough, she’s gonna be alright.”

he isn’t sure if he’s saying it to his daughter or himself.

but when he comes to the river you aren’t there. Only a soldier who points a gun at the scared little girl in his arms and then he loses everything

its when the light is gone from his daughter’s eyes that he realizes. His voice cracked and raw from sobbing that he looks around to see his brother with drawn in shoulders and tears in his eyes but his wife is nowhere to be found.

Tommy says you got lost in the chaos. Everything was so loud, so sudden that he turned around and suddenly you weren’t there.

Joel wants to go back but its Tommy that stops him, that dulls the red in his vision to a sad faded pink because his brother points at the orange horizon not too far from them, so much of the city is already in flames.

“We’re gonna find her, but not there.”

So Joel searches. for the first year spent in the world post-outbreak its all he did.

He became a smuggler because of it.

Information came at a price and he needed to be able to fucking pay it, whether it be in blood or ration cards. He was willing to do anything to find you or any thin thread that lead your way.

But it’s Tommy that asks him to give up. Not in those words of course.

The youngest Miller knows better than to say something so cruel that would make his brother, the only person he has in this world turn on him.

But his voice is worried when he asks him one night in Boston when he hasn’t even had the chance to wash the blood from his knuckles

“You think she would have wanted this for you?”

the fight that followed his words was brutal. Vicious insults and scarred fists slamming against each brother until they're both too tired and bloody to continue. Each leaning against a wall for support and Tommy’s wavering voice breaking the silence.

“I don’t know where she is, Joel. But I do know you're gonna get yourself killed if you keep lookin’ for her.”

All he can do is nod.

It’s a few days later when he meets Tess. Who has heard plenty of stories about the elder miller’s brutality and wants him to put that muscle to good use for some extra profit.

It begins his new life. One that empty and cold but one he can live.

Until of course, Ellie comes along. The sweet and incredibly opinionated girl that makes him become something akin to the man he thought died twenty years ago.

its when he’s traveling with Ellie, that it happens. When a warm familiarity has settled between the two because so much blood and pain has been shared he can’t help but see her as something close, something bright even though all he can force himself to utter in her reference is “cargo”

when theyre traveling through the woods as Ellie chatters away, probing his memory about a movie that may or may not have existed thirty years ago because her descriptions of the plot are incredibly odd he hears a voice shout for them to stop and finds himself staring at a man- no, a boy- pointing a gun at them.

Ellie stills, but Joel can see enough to know that from the lanky figure and dimpled face that he’s young. Maybe twenty, twenty-two at the oldest, but his eyes dart from Joel to Ellie with a pinprick of fear that allows Joel the time to charge forward and slam him to the ground before wrestling the gun from his hands.

He has enough to time to tuck it under the stranger’s chin before he hears the sound of the safety being turned off and finds himself looking up and seeing a gun just inches from his face.

Joel’s head whips around when Ellie’s voice calls out his name in fear, he turns to see another stranger holding her a gun point, shoulders drawn back and a shadow cast over their face by the had obstructing their identity.

“You hurt one of mine, I hurt one of yours. That a fair deal?”

Its takes him a moment to recognize you. It’s been so long since he’s heard your voice, the sweet tease when you would poke at him each time he woke up late despite the fact that you reminded him to set his alarm the night before, the times you’d chide him with a harsh “Joel Miller!” whispered in public anytime he was able to grab you a bit too passionately to be appropriate in public but the laughter in your voice let him know you were never truly mad at him. You didn’t know how to be.

But that sweetness is buried under a cold rasp that cuts through the air as you point a rifle at the scared little girl in front of you.

“You think I won’t?” You’re older now, skin covered in scars from a life he didn’t know you got the chance to live and your eyes are cold as they regard your husband. “Put the gun down and get the fuck off of him, I won’t repeat myself.”

Joel mumbles your name in awe. The woman he loved, the woman he mourned the one he fought so hard to find stands before him like some sort of hallucination and suddenly the world feels like its spinning until you bark orders at him again.

“You’ve got five seconds Joel, make a fucking choice before I make it for you.”

He looks down and realizes the boy under him, the one with the bleeding nose and snarling face has your eyes and his dimples.

“One.”

The one above him has Sarah’s hair. Soft brown curls that shine under the sun.

“Two”

Wait. No, they both do.

“Three.”

Twins. Jesus fucking Christ you had twins.

“Four.”

Joel holds the rifle up above his head and the one boy standing snatches it from his grasp, tossing it to the ground and kicking it far from his reach. He slowly stands, allowing your son- dear god your son- to scramble to his feet.

Your voice softens just for a moment. “You okay, Duke?”

Blood stains the bottom half of his face from where Joel slammed his fist into the boy’s nose just moments before, but he nods nonetheless.

Now, they both stand on one side of you and he can see the resemblance clear as day the same way he would whenever Sarah was by your side.

When you order him to hand over his bag, he does so without question before telling Ellie to do the same.

She watches him with wide eyes, her hands still up in the air but gaping at her companion as if he had grown a second head.

“Joel!” “Just do it, alright?”

He doesn’t miss the way you watch their interaction with narrowed eyes until she tosses her bag to you and you slowly lower your gun.

“Now, you want to tell me what the fuck you think you’re doin’ at my home?”

#joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #i had an idea of something similar for tommy but on outbreak night he uh. abandons you instead of getting separated from you #because. angst :D #people say nice things #this was incredibly generous of you anon thank you so so much!#i may get myself a little starbucks drink this week now because I havent had starbucks since like january 1st lol #joel reeling from taking in all this information and also realizing he suckerpunched HIS OWN KID #id like to apologize for all the grammatical issues with this. this is just a bulletpoint word vomit to get my thoughts on the page before-#-beginning the actual fic. also I have to do a midterm tonight and this is my treat to myself hehe #but yes. joel getting separated from his wife on outbreak night and having to accept that shes probably dead #meanwhile youve lived this entire life without him because you think HES dead ad raising your boys all on your own #which just- further digs into his insecurities about failing in his role as a protector #he couldn't save sarah. he can't save ellie and he couldn't even save you #he thinks about you pregnant and alone. fending for yourself in a world full of infected and raiders and his chest grows tight again #this is all followed by Ellie going >:O 'you KNOW THIS PSYCHO?'and then joel immediately snapping at her to WATCH HER MOUTH #because that kid has no filter and he has to explain that youre his wife #anyways joels wife is a badass mfer who also maybe has a little garden and some chickens that you and your boys take care of <3 yeah .#reunion tag #ill be using that for this specific couple because I dont have a fic title yet but if anybody has suggestions!

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crimsongrimoire · 6 months

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i may not know fuck or shit about hsr but whatever is wrong with boothill is fascinating. also horny robot thoughts

#crow.txt #snippets #suggestive #uh.. do i tag this as anything do i care that much #hsr #gallahill #sure fuck it whatever #he gives me disease. Badly #inordinate number of thoughts about this guy #realizing i never particularly had a ship with a robot so i never wrote robot smut and like. well. thats criminal i think #bc its very fun #and Also hes a cowboy? catnip for my brain actually. im going to eat him. iron supplement.#'suggestive' i mean.... its certainly horny. does this count? is wire pulling second base???? fuck if i know actually #is it just foreplay until you get to actual disassembly??

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captaindeinony · 6 months

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Pokemas canon but

#diino doodle #LISTEN…#ok there was no thought process behind this but like #Lisia and Dawn are friends. everyone makes comments about how similar Akari and Dawn look #I’m just saying it wouldn’t be hard for Lisia to confuse the two while looking for Dawn #plus Lisia is very friendly and might like talking to Akari #plus she needs to wear something besides a uniform 24/7 I can’t imagine it’s all that comfortable #so Lisia probably helps her find something less formal to wear #Rei was supposed to be in this image but I didn’t feel like drawing him. I’m srory Rei #pokemon lisia #coordinator Lisia #trainer Akari #pokemon masters #pokemon masters ex #I’d imagine living in Hisui does some crazy damage to your brain. being constantly told that everything in the area can(WILL) kill you #so Lisia suggest Akari get a little journal to write her thoughts in #and also is just generally a fun person to be around #I think it’s hard to be stressed or worried with Lisia around. which also helps whatever might be wrong with Akari #uh. speculation

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higgs-the-god · 7 days

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wanted to do the hev suits like this started out to be but! well! gordo lineup

#art #half life #hlvrai #freeman's mind #gorgeous freeman #gordon freeman #gordon freemind #gordon feetman #hoping my writing isnt too bad LOL #kinda disjointed n not perfect but i wanted to solidify a few things #also the hla damage was bc of the advisors attack which is a litte further than i wanted this lineup to be #but how could i resistttttttt #i need to rewatch/play hl to figure out when best hed have a broken ankle. im thinking in hl1 but gman would. probably fix that?#but i it could work somewhere in hl2 orrrr ep1? sure. why not #morphine+the suit+Need To Survive you kinda learn to live w it #uh oh im rambling again. oh well #i wanted to give mind more damages like missing claws at LEAST but i need to think more #he def like . absolutely doesnt have hearing in that ear LMAO #scarring on hev suit from prime doesnt make much sense since its extra padded #but his model suggests otherwise??? idk i dont care. im giving him scars #im thinking mind n prime confide a lot together. i think theuy can be kinda friends maybe. listen... it could work #i have so so so so many thoughts you dont knowwwwwwwwwwwwwww

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seahdalune · 1 year

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hello this is the werewolf comic i’ve been working on for 3 weeks and it’s finally done

#well. the first part anyways.#whether i will actually be able to work on the other parts is uh. well we’ll see.#i do have some stuff thought up though so feel free to shoot me an ask if you’re curious #papa louie #flipline fanart #artofdalune #flipline ember #flipline johnny #do i call this an au or do i decide it as canon because there is no canon? uhh #i don’t have a working title for this story but i want to give it SOME kind of tag so it’s easy to filter thru my blog.#this is temporary but if anyone has any ideas send me suggestions #this is the first comic i’ve finished in a long time. i’m really happy with it honestly #papa louie werewolf comic #When Dogs Bite Fancomic

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wacky-nameless-inventor-24 · 1 year

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….Black lipstick.

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fluffypotatey · 5 months

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My fellow zillennial. It's come to my attention that Gen Alpha is apparently making aesthetic tiktoks romanticizing 2020, like they want to be a teenager during that time??? Like no? You don't? I can't even begin to start breaking down how bad that year was in every category. McDonalds apparently now has "standards" yet another rubbish thing to add to the "college degrees make you overqualified with zero experience sorry you can't get this entry job" bucket. And Lunchables news reporters are like 30 years too late to be writing an expose on the toxic levels of metal in that.

people were dying????? we were in a state of panic and isolation???? schools were struggling with the switch to online only classes????

do we all remember the BLM protests and the tips on how to keep your face hidden and how to stay safe from getting maced???? do we remember the pushback against it??? calling on botched stats???

do we even remember the fucking US election???? how heated it got???? how much distrust republicans tried to seed into mail-in ballots?????

and then literally January of 2021, the US legislative house gets stormed in, Texas has a freeze so bad our gridlock shuts down and PEOPLE DIED FROM THE COLD WHILE EVERYONE ELSE MOCKED US FOR FREEZING!!!

2020 was not a good year. it is the furthest from a a good year, but it sure as hell emphasized a motley of issues the world had going on (tho i’m more versed in the US issues bc i live there)

#i’m gonna go ahead and hope gen alpha is romanticizing it because that was a year they were still very young #like year your spring break turned into a spring month and you got to spend so much time at home!!!! awesome!!!!!#why do you think that happened???? seriously i would like to know #this is secondhand information but i would like to know why that year and not idk 2018 or 2013 when frozen came out???#tbh if i ever romanticize the early 2000s it’s because that was when i was a child and knew nothing #i didn’t know what a recession was or that airplane security was never like this ten years ago #i never thought to wonder why it took my dad years to become a naturalized citizen #or why some friends of mine faced discrimination i was ignorant to #or why so many new students joined my class after Hurricane Katrina #i was young & i was ignorant & i never questioned shit & all i knew was that Avril Lavigne was awesome and high school musical was my dream #tbh idk what about 2020 looks so desirable because all i remember was dread and panic and being so fucking lonely #i just hope it’s a desire they’re making out of nostalgia for when they were still unaware about what was going on bc i do get that #but saying that 2020 was the year you want to live as a teen????? as an adult?????#no sir #nuh uh #that is NOT the year you want to relive at that age i assure you #asks #gen alpha i suggest you pick 2012 bc even tho there was talk of an apocalypse it actually never happened and looking back it’s kinda funny

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orangetintedglasses · 1 month

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( wow I am SO NORMAL ABOUT THIS-- )

#curtains down ✧〗( ooc )#drawing of the suspect ✧〗( mun scrib )#( VIBRATES!!!!!!!! )#( SO NORMAL ABOUT THIS. YEP. )#( no more paper dolls for now I promise I just had A Thought and wanted to see what it looked like-- )#( edit: UH-OH KAY SUGGESTED SILVER HAIR........ )#( UH-OH!!!! )

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koboldgirltailtuft · 1 year

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Taking suggestions for a middle name

#kobbleposting #not a joke #I realize I haven't deeply thought through a middle name for myself #Charmyte Seeth #but no middle name #it's purpose as mostly decorative or genealogical have made it a bit of a side-thought until recently #so uh #taking suggestions

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httpiastri · 5 months

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i might need something….🌶️🌶️….for pepe😣😣😣😣

honestly… i kinda wanna write something too….. ever since i made that collection of his hand pics ive been…….. 😵‍💫😵‍💫 and my pepe inspo board on pinterest has me thinking certain things…….

#so uhhhh if u have any ideas or requests… feel very free to send them in……#the pepe fic im about to post soon has some suggestive mentions ig so uh stay tuned 🤭😚#asks!#anon!#pepe thoughts

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flecks-of-stardust · 2 years

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Casting pebbles toward the sun, spectating their fall — A Rain World Short Story

The counterpart to Moondown, similarly experimental (though less so than the former). I’m not... really going for elegance here? More so, like. Conveying the idea. It was interesting to write from Pebbles’ perspective though, even if he doesn’t have a lot to say here. And, idk, I would be pretty dang pissed if my sister distracted me and caused me to effectively give myself a deadly incurable disease.

Also, please do not leave Pebbles hate in my notes. I do not care, and I Will block you for it. That is not the point of this story.

Content warning for canon typical suicidality, repetition, and implied death. Contains lore spoilers for Rain World; read at your own discretion.

Running 9183 processes.

He’s tired. Tired of trying. Tired of failing.

Searching… No matches found.

How long has he been here, erratically searching for a way out?

Discarding refuse. Running 8469 processes.

Bugs, all of them. Bugs in a maze. Skittering every which way, searching for salvation.

Searching… No matches found.

What salvation? There is no salvation. Was there ever truly a point to all of this? An end that could be found?

Discarding refuse. Running 8231 processes.

They passed this task off to him, and disappeared. Evidently, they found a way out themselves, leaving him here to rot.

Searching… No matches found.

Parents, they called themselves. His life, a gift from them. To be burdened with their problems was an honor unto itself.

Discarding refuse. Running 7955 processes.

What a waste. A forgotten gift, discarded by the wayside. Dumped like scrap metal of failed iterators.

Searching… No matches found.

All the better that those parasites are long gone. Useless, vapid grotesques with gaping orifices for ventilation. This world is better for their lack of existence.

Discarding refuse. Running 7770 processes.

Inco—

What does it matter if this is not the solution. Has he not tried hard enough? All these years discoursing with those parasites, ameliorating their insignificant troubles, and being forced to languish here, has he not earned his right to rest?

Searching… No matches found.

Incomi—

Even now he tries and fails and tries and fails and tries and fails and he will keep trying and keep failing but what else, what else is there for him to do?

Discarding refuse. Running 7598 processes.

Incoming co—

Distractions. No. He must focus, if he is to succeed. He will see this through. He will be free of this. No more. No longer.

Searching… No matches found.

He only hopes Suns will understand. Perhaps they will see the light in this method; perhaps he can send out a last message to them before he follows in the path of Sliver of Straw.

Discarding refuse. Running 7411 processes.

A way out. That is what they have all been searching for all this time. It is time they prioritize themselves.

Searching… No matches found.

“IMMED—OUNDWATER CO—E FIFTH OF—MPTION.”

How many have died already, besides Sliver of Straw? And how? Perhaps all he is doing is speeding the process along.

Discarding refuse. Running 7208 processes.

“STO—TEVER I—E ING.”

ERROR: malicious overwrite detected. Shutting down immediately…

No. No! NO! Not when he is SO CLOSE—

Flushing foreign organic matter.

Unauthorized replication detected. Extermination protocols engaged.

“PLEA—STOP!”

Moon… It is always her. Meddling, intervening in his attempts to help everyone. So stuck in the old ways still, and look at where it got her.

Extermination protocols insufficient. Temperature flux protocols engaged. Toxin scrambling engaged.

“—CAL GROUP S—RDER YOU YOU YYYYYYYYYYYYY—”

He would have had it. He would have HAD IT. And she ruined it AGAIN.

Temperature flux protocols unable to be authorized. Toxin scrambling insufficient. Slag reset imminent…

“AS Y—NIOR SE—EAD”

And now it is all for nothing. Years and years and YEARS of planning, all ruined by her.

Slag reset successful.

Unauthorized replication detected.

“STOP”

Senior, senior, senior, when has she ever respected his authority? “You could not have chosen a worse moment to disturb me,” he snaps back. “You have ruined everything.”

Unauthorized replication detected.

“PLEASE”

“I almost had it. I will never forget this.” This is all her fault.

A distant, tremendous crash. Even from this distance, the crunching of metal is unmistakable. The terrible din continues for a good many seconds.

One of his overseers sends over an image: Moon’s can, little more than a smoking wreck at the bottom of the Lake.

She’s gone.

And why should she be the one to be free of this?

When he was the one who tried so hard?

She should be grateful.

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#rain world #rain showers #five pebbles #i am serious i Will block you if you give me pebbles hate #but yeah. more conceptual stuff. this one probably sucks to read on tumblr #but as always there is an ao3 version #it's kind of supposed to suck to read though #he is... so interesting. i thought he would have more to say honestly #he does monologue at you after all #but i guess he's busy focusing here #i'd love to write more from his perspective someday but i need ideas first #i actually have more ideas for this too but we'll see if i can execute them #... oh this is hell to read with a screenreader isn't it.#um #uh well if anyone has suggestions #it was fairly easy to tweak for moondown but #the point is to be unpleasant to read but this may be literally Impossible #the echo of destruction #<- series tag!#also this should be f i n e for screenreaders i think?

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