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Guess who made another bendystraw fic.

That's right, this fucking chud.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/80753861

booooooo

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if you saw anything. no you fucking didnt.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/75300346

im going to kill everybody

anyways drunkfic eat up

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A gentle ache, a tearful cheek.

It was everything I didn't think I'd see in him. The way his face changes, contorts, studies mine. It's.. strange. He doesn't seem like the man I knew him to be. I hadn't held his hand, felt his breath against mine, or even grazed his shoulder. A sense of familiarity and yet nothing. I wonder, does he love me still? Even as the years aged him?

Will he look at me again with the bright adoration in his eyes, the soft promise of eternity..? He lingers, he stares, for reasons I'm sure I know, but... Maybe I'm overthinking it. I wonder what happened to him.. to them. How much have they grown since I've left?

The days I was gone were far longer than the days he had me in his arms.

Am I still the man he knew?

... Maybe I should just.. keep following. Can't really do much else.

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Oh ye I haven't posted this on my account yet, have i?

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

I made a fic :3

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ANOTHA FIC EAT UPPPP

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Teehee.

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To all the people curious about Celine:

I put all of the drabbles I wrote for her in my toyhouse!

If you want to read it, it's right here.

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(WIP)

[Idea: Oro goes to the howling cliffs to speak with Mato against his will, though, he notices that the kingdom isn't the same since he last went out of his hut. He reminisces about the past, though unwilling to share with anyone.

The lack of enemies is really getting under his skin.

Or:

Oro and Mato have a long awaited talk and Ghost is now the Lord of Shades.]

Hehe!!! Here's a little snippet for anyone who's curious :)

Shit.

That was the only word that filled Oro as he ran around his hut, packing the necessities he required. His steps were frantic, he grabbed what he could and shoved it inside. All while the curse rang through his head.

What the hell was I thinking?!

He scoffed, then groaned, then wailed. He held a hand to his face and pushed against it. Why. Why. Why. Why. He stopped as the pressure began to hurt. Turning his head, he saw his.. pupil, staring up at him with the same unwavering gaze as they first entered. The letter, now discarded on the floor. They didn't bother to pick it up.

He took a breath and turned fully towards his pupil, closing the bag he filled. His eyes wandered to the letter, an uncharacteristic fear filled his mind as he glimpsed at the words within.

The paper was right-side up, just as it was when he dropped it. It was creased and there had been clear signs of damage. The little vessel surely carried it a long while for him to receive. His mind reeled as he picked up the paper, reading it for what felt like the thousandth time.

Dear Oro,

I hope my child was successful in delivering this unscathed.. But, nonetheless. I do not wish to bid you any pleasantries, I will keep this swift and to the point. Something I bet you'd like.

You know what I wish for. Come to my abode, nail in hand, brother. We shall speak soon.

- Mato

He felt his nerves jump as he read it again and again. Eyes flickered across the page, hoping for any signs of emotion, intent, whatever! But, he couldn't find anything. He didn't want to listen. He was ready to throw the damned thing away the moment his eyes glazed on who wrote this in the first place. But his pupil.. they were ready to fight him if it meant that he'd listen. By the gods, they seemed to be as stubborn as he was. He clutched the page in his trembling hand and stuffed it inside his coat. He'll have plenty of time to think about that. Too much time.

He glanced at his pupil, who continued to watch him. Their appearance changed slightly since their last visit. They were slightly taller, their horns were more curved outwards and they held.. a strange warmth that wasn't present beforehand.

…Their last visit. He had.. he had told them about Mato. About his feelings. His feelings. He felt himself recoil at the thought, almost hurling at the thought. Why did he let himself be so vulnerable? Now, he's facing the consequences of his actions. He cursed again, far more frustrated now. The vessel walked closer, tugging at his cloak. He flinched, feet still glued to the same spot on the hut’s floor.

Hope you liked this little snippet! The whole fic should be done soon, though don't hold me to that aha...;;

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