its been 900 years since i used my tablet and now i love binary?
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One Nice Bug Per Day
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Love Begins
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we're not kids anymore.
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its been 900 years since i used my tablet and now i love binary?
drop pop candy
leon contemplates in the rain, ren finds a cat - and leon becomes a little more cheerful.
crossposted to ao3
meet the family
chung trinity - eco has an embarrassing family, to say the least. characters belong to aoidimitri and tsunderelen as well as myself.
word count - ???
basically, crackfic.
the ace of cups
The Ace of Cups may indicate a need to let your feelings flow freely, whether this is expressing your love for another of letting your tears out.
wordcount - 1627
welcoming the apocalypse
about four months old - also posted to fictionpress
wordcount - 525
the apocalypse isn't like you'd think.
oc ?? sort of notes. for my own reference tbh pls don't reblog
as his void counterpart, eco retains the same happy and smiling personality. however, he's forced himself to smile and laugh through so much he's lost touch with who he really is to the point where he can't stop smiling. he doesn't understand if he's sad or happy or angry, he's just..numb. and void. he doesn't have the same romantic feelings for aoi and len as he's lost touch with himself and shoved his feelings away because he viewed them as a problem, burying them under himself. if you ask him how he feels about something chances are all you'll get is lies. all of it.
but he can't stop. it's like he's addicting to lying and hiding because he's lost, he's void, without this wall he's built up.
no references: the anthology
Imagine Person B of your OTP ready to confess their feelings for person A after being friends for long time. When they meet, person A is eager to say something too and interrupts person B’s confession saying happily that they are dating someone. Person B smiles, but is heartbroken. When person A asks what person B was going to say, person B shakes their head and looks away, lying. What happens next is up to you.
You may seem strong, but it has taken you a long time to gather up courage.
If there’s one thing you’re horrible with, it’s emotions; you hide behind a grin, a laugh, a turn of your head, and ignore how you really feel - so, in a way, you suppose it wasn’t really the courage you needed, but rather, the ability to stop ignoring yourself. You tried hard, for so long, hiding the flutters in your chest and laughing nervously as they spoke to each other in words that the hatred was thinning in.
You’d never admit it, but you had been jealous at those times.
Extremely jealous, and more than a little unhappy, pouring through you and cutting at your heart. That was really what had made you accept your own feelings, wasn’t it, the fact that you couldn’t hold that feeling inside any longer? And yet, you have no other choice to say something, despite how much you hate it.
You are nervous, however, stamping the heels of your white shoes in the dust and watching the small clouds form as you grip a crown of flowers in your hand. Your free hand fiddles with your reddish hair, brushing over freckles as you push the strands from your eyes. It’ll be fine, you tell yourself, of course it will be, why wouldn’t it be - and yet the nagging doubt doesn’t leave you.
“Eco? Are you waiting for someone?”
“Ah - Aoi-san! That is, um, well, sort of?” you offer these words with a tilt of your head and a far-too-large smile. His face drops a little.
“Something wrong?”
“Of course not!”
“Well, I was looking for you! I wanted to tell you something!”
“I wanted to tell you something too - oh, but what is it?” you ask, unable to put your own feelings before him, even now.
“It’s sorta embarrassing, but…” the blond scratches the back of his neck.
“Len and I have been sort of on and off for a while, but we’ve decided to finally date!”
Your eyes widen.
Your lip trembles.
You drop the flower crown into the dust.
“-are you okay? Eco? What was it you wanted to tell me?”
His words blow past you as you take a step back, grinding the flower crown into the dusty ground with your heels.
“Eco?”
“It was nothing!” you reply with a faux grin, tilting your head away from him.
“Are you sure?”
But your face is a porcelain mask, not revealing anything besides a crooked smile painted on by worn feelings. Perfect blue eyes, complemented by the smile that doesn’t quite meet them.
“I’m sure!”
He makes a sort of sad smile at you, like he knows you’re hiding - and really, you both know that you’re hiding.
Still, he leaves.
You watch his footprints in the dust.
dead future.
never so low you deserve to go lower
vent-ish fic? tw:suicide
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sketching!!! joshua from alice mare, i just replayed his world earlier... aaa, my bby
how many words have affected you, dear, pouring off your poised fingers, like tears or raindrops, maybe both when they say that words don't hurt, i don't think they've felt a word, really felt it a lingering pain "disappointment" "worthless" "stupid" like you're not good, never were good, were you, dear but it's all alright now, in my arms and no one will speak these things, and if they do, there will be no one to hear.
Pierrot
i. I walk, day to day, wondering which smiles are fake and which glowing ":)" hides a tearstained face. ii. I sleep, every night, worrying about those I love and wondering if they worry about me. iii. I smile, when I wake up and then I wonder who didn't wake up who isn't smiling and I frown. iv. I cry, when I go to sleep and then I remember people love me and we live in an imperfect world and I smile. v. I live, every day and I love every day and sometimes my steps falter and sometimes I cry but that is life and I am content.
thing's i can't do: draw hair
someday i'll get off my lazyass and color her hair
i. i wish
that comforting someone
could be as easy
as truly wishing for them to be happy.
ii. if the truth
will hurt someone
more than the gentle lies
is it still the right thing to say?
iii. when you love someone
it can be hard to say
but i think being there
is enough words.
iv. people break
and we do it silently;
not like glass
and the sound is in our souls.
v. love is like glue;
sometimes it can't fix things
sometimes it can
but it holds them together nevertheless.