▶︎•၊၊||၊|။||||။၊|။• Perfect - The Smashing Pumpkins
Hello Tumblr, Corey here. I'm going to use this as a writing blog so I can better myself in the art and pass the time productively. Despite only just starting out, I am going to set a schedule for myself on posting works on Tuesdays and Thursdays, and write said works on the other days.
Some important things to know about me is that I use any pronouns (including neos) and I am a minor, so I request that none of you act weird on my blog. I also will not tolerate any sort of homophobia, transphobia, racism, or other forms of discrimination, whether that's directed towards me or others.
Last but not least, my works will primarily consist of romantic sapphic/women-loving-women pairings, as that's what I personally align my identity with and I love my wuhluhwuhs.
My writing guidelines:
Genres: Fluff, angst
Relationships: Romantic, platonic, family
Pairings: AFAB x AFAB characters, AMAB x AMAB characters, AMAB x AFAB characters
Medias: Yellowjackets, Kingdom Hearts, Final Fantasy VII, Life is Strange, Arcane, My Hero Academia + original stories
No... Smut, self-insert/x reader works (for now)
If you made it this far, thank you for reading :) (*this post is subject to be edited)
Maybe I'm too jackienat pilled but sometimes I wonder what Nat would've done after leaving Jackie's remains in the plane had she not seen the moose. How long would she have stayed there? Would she have stayed at all?
I did also just watch the episode where that happens and she just.. stares at the remains.
Something something RoNance but it's both of them subconsciously or consciously using each other to get over Barb.
Something something Nancy realizing Barb was her first true love after breaking up with Steve and now has to forever deal with the grief of never getting that back because of her false priority of Steve and status.
Something something Nancy getting with Jonathan out of desperation, because he's not a jerk like Steve, and anything's better than thinking about how it's her fault that her best friend is gone.
Something something Nancy finding Robin and seeing the similarities between her and Barb, and hopefully looking for a new best friend in Robin.
Something something Robin being jealous of Nancy after Barb left her behind to become the aforementioned's friend, and resenting Nancy for that, on top of just being the popular prissy girl at Hawkins high.
Something something Robin looking at the first nice redhead girl she sees (Vickie) and immediately falling for her and her energy, not realizing it's the same energy from her childhood best friend.
Something something Robin going to Nancy, who Barb replaced her with, to be as close as she can to Barb again.
Something something Robin repeating the cycle of slowly leaving behind Vickie because she's actually falling for Nancy.
Something something Nancy not realizing her and Robin's mutual history with Barb, and falling for Robin.
Something something RoNance won't last because they're both too hopelessly in love with Barb and are grieving her in fucked up ways.
Tldr I'm upset the Duffel bags forgot about Rebel Robin and decided not to do anything interesting about Robin, Nancy, and Barb.
▶︎•၊၊||၊|။||||။၊|။• Black Water - Of Monsters and Men
In which... Riku is the one to talk to Sora before he disappears.
Contains: Sora x Riku, Kingdom Hearts 3 spoilers, angst, some fluff, pining
W/C: 1.2K
A/N: My first work... I'm nervy. This is my late addition to Yaoi day.
A small break. That’s all they needed before hell would inevitably break loose again, and that’s what they got; and by a small break, Riku knew that meant an hour at most if they were so lucky.
Sora’s meddling with time and space had severe consequences, he was told. Of course it would; even if it was for the sake of bringing back loved ones, and although Sora was vague as hell, both they and Kairi knew that said consequence was going to separate the trio. Again.
That’s all that seemed to happen since that fateful night- since he screwed it up, because of his bitterness and anger. Nobody would have guessed that some normal teenage angst would have resulted in darkness- an abstract concept that only seemed to exist in fairytales- taking over their world and destroying everything they cared about.
From then on, it was just Sora and Riku- and Kairi, of course- separating over and over again. From then on, it was just Riku messing up over and over again, only for sweet, naive perhaps, Sora to bring him out of a perpetual darkness and somehow still see the good in him; the worth in him. And now, even with everyone around and having fun together, all Riku wanted to do was pull Sora aside and confess everything that’s been building up before they go looking for each other again.
So that’s what he did. Sora was alone anyway, sitting on the bent tree at the edge of the beach, and Riku left a game of frisbee with Lea- or was it Axel? and Ventus to go meet up with him. He seemed to be doing that a lot lately, since he got everyone back- being alone. Riku knew how that felt, to some extent at least, and he wasn’t going to let Sora wallow in self-doubt any longer.
“Hey.” His voice seemed to startle the other boy, as Sora jumped in his seat, and Riku chuckled lightly. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”
“Hey Riku.” Sora rubbed his neck nervously- God, he was cute when he did that. “And you didn’t.. scare me, I just- wasn’t expecting ya.”
“Sure.” Riku stood in front of the bent tree and leant against it. “Mind if I join you?” He asked, despite already knowing the answer. Sora was all too eager to get out of his thoughts; he’d been much more determined to stay happy-go-lucky since this.. adventure or whatever you’d call it began.
“Nah, I need the company anyway. I kinda feel bad staying away from everyone.”
“I understand.” He said casually, as if they weren’t both feeling a giant pit and sense of dread in their stomachs, knowing what was about to go down.
“Thanks, Riku.” Sora seemed to avoid his gaze, as if he couldn’t bear to look at him before he went. For some reason, Riku wasn’t going to have that; he needed this moment.
“Hey c’mon, chin up a bit. We still got some time.” Riku said, and Sora winced as if struck, and Riku realized that wasn’t the right thing to say. “Hey look, I know.. things aren’t the brightest right now, but we gotta take advantage of this moment. I’m gonna miss you, y’know?”
Sora snorted at that. “Alright, alright. Gee, when did you get so sentimental?” He rubbed at his nose, and finally, he looked at Riku. Riku’s heart did a weird flip when he did that. “God forbid I actually show some emotion, huh?”
“You know I didn’t mean it like that.” Sora rolled his eyes, and he scooted closer to Riku, his fingers twitching as he did so. “I’m gonna miss you, too, Riku. You’ve been my best friend for like, ever. I ain’t ever gonna forget you.”
“Thanks, I guess.” Riku sighed, as if the closeness he was craving was suddenly too much. “Won’t forget you, either. Don’t think I could even if I wanted to. You’re too.. loud for that.”
“Now what’s that supposed to mean, huh?” Sora grinned; he seemed actually happy for the first time since they got back.
“Means you’re just unforgettable, Keyblade Wielder.”
“Yeah whatever. Just admit you don’t stop thinking about me, Keyblade Master.” That statement seemed to stun the both of them for a split second and Sora looked away. It was quiet for a moment before he spoke up. “...I’ll catch up.”
Riku didn’t know what to say for a moment before looking out to the horizon. “You don’t gotta. I’m the one who has to catch up. With all your.. light and what have you.”
Sora snorts again. “You’re not the one who messed around with time and space, Riku. You’re not the one who.. who’s gotta go.”
Both of their expressions fell at that. Now they were getting into it.
“We’ll find you, before you know it.”
“Are you supposed to?”
“Don’t say that—”
“No, I mean, if you do, what if something else happens? Something worse? What if one of you guys is gone? Or all of you? Then that just takes away everything I’ve done.” Sora’s looking at him, and it’s some of the most earnest Riku has ever seen him. It pains him.
“Well then- but- I mean…” Riku trails off, not knowing what to say, if there is anything to say.
They’re both silent again, and this time, it’s excruciating.
Neither of them speak and before he can think, Riku takes Sora’s hand and just holds it where it is. It’s still silent and he can’t tell if what he did made it better or worse. It doesn’t help that Sora looks away again.
“We can’t- I can’t lose you. Not again. Please; every time we come back together, it’s like the universe is determined to keep us apart again. I’m gonna do everything in my power to make sure there’s a point where we just stay together.” Riku can’t help but feel a little silly, realizing he’s mirroring Sora’s earlier words about Kairi, but what he’s saying is true. And he feels even sillier when that’s when Sora looks at him again.
Riku’s inner embarrassment grows even more when a part of him wants Sora to say he feels the same way, that he’ll do everything he can to come back, and that grows tenfold when all Sora says is, “Okay.”
That’s it? No big pep talk, no speech, no uplifting words? Sora is just.. giving up?
Sora must’ve noticed Riku’s disappointment because he puts on a fake smile- one they’re both all too familiar with- to reassure and he squeezes their connected hands. “I’ll be okay.” He keeps it vague, as if he doesn’t know what to believe.
Riku feels tears well up, but he holds them back. “You’ve brought me out of the darkness so many times. I promise you it’ll be my turn this time.” He’s sure Sora has heard a version of those words multiple times, from Donald, Goofy, even Kairi, but he needs to make sure Sora knows he’s serious.
“I know. Thank you.” He says this half-heartedly, as if he doesn’t fully believe it, and Riku doesn’t want to give up, but he doesn’t know what to do or say to further convince him. “We’ll be there. I’ll be there.” And that’s all he can say before silence ensues for the third time.
That’s all he can say before he feels Sora’s hand slip through his, and when he turns to hopefully look at Sora for the final time, he can’t because he’s already gone, succumbed to the consequences of his actions.
