A collaborative art piece for the 12th Anniversary of TOME! A special gift to a show that brought us together.
Thanks to @kudotsurugi, @sakuranightsart, PurpleCheeseMan, Zorro, NeOwO, DragonOfLord, @wolpert, and Jason Fleming.
And a special thanks to @kirbopher for making this series!
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drunken patrick telling you he loves you, and has loved you before he goes off to go pro???? i can’t i need cute fluffy patrick 😔
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GOD because he’s so !!!! He’s going to bottle things up until the worst possible moment, so of course he fucking waits until the night before you’re leaving, when it’s you and him and a few bottles of liquor that have been under your bed. He snuck in through the window even though you’re both fucking adults. Like old times.
Because you’re talking about going to school— a big one, some Ivy League or something. He can’t remember, his head’s too fuzzy. But he sees the beginnings of your bags packed in the corner, boxes labeled DORM STUFF and new towels and blankets folded so nicely. He’s taking his tennis bag and a suitcase. He doubts his parents are going to miss him. You were already complaining that you couldn’t even mention college without your mom crying.
“I miss you so much already—“ His words come out a little clumsy, running together as they fall off his tongue.
You laugh, reach forward and pet his cheek. “You’re so trashed,” you reply, and shove at his face teasingly. “You’re always such a sap when you’re drunk.”
Which is true. He gets weird and emotional, clingy and touchy and everything feels so much heavier. At that moment, he thinks he’d rather bleed out right in front of you than go on his flight tomorrow. “I’m fine,” he insists, which only makes it worse, really. “I don’t want to leave. I don’t want you to leave, I want us to stay right here, and I don’t want anything to change.” He splays out, lays his head in your lap and sighs. He could stay right there, he’d like it there.
You take a swig of your drink— cheap vodka and blue Powerade. “You’re a mess.” Your nails scratch against his scalp, he sighs contentedly.
“Yours,” he hums. “Always yours. Not gonna— I don’t want any other girls when I leave.”
You snort, rolling your eyes. He’s so fucking drunk,— he’s not going to remember in the morning. You try not to let yourself hope too much, because it’ll just let you d— “I’m serious. I really fuckin’ love you. Gonna die out there without you.”
You don’t respond. What is there to say? You’ve known him since you were twelve and suddenly he’s professing his love the night before he leaves? You just brush your nails against his scalp, smile down at him, and nod. “I’ll miss you too.”
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this just made me realize that kizuna never had a chance to enjoy the game she helped create. the incident with the virus traumatized her and while Kirb went and created another account to hang with friends (dealing with his trauma in that way) Kizuna was just working all the time because of the virus and sometimes just watched from the shadows. she never allowed herself to let loose after what happened.
even later, she still doesn't trust Sofdti - you can see how it's messed her up.
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