Rametto: The Blue and Damaged Youth
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Rametto: The Blue and Damaged Youth
Rametto coming out [as not a man] fic is still a wip but i wrote the actual 'coming out' part today, and thought i would share it given how short it is. its certainly not a conventional coming out conversation, but when have any of these fuckers been conventional.
warnings: use of 'bitch' as a gendered term? as in Rametto using it to self describe her identity, while maintaining plausible deniability. and then Cecio using it as an acknowledgement of what Rametto is implying [being trans].
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As Rametto was ransacking Cecio's precious snacks cupboard, Cecio thought through how to return to the topic Rametto had raised, how best to feel out if it really was going there.
“Tired of being the little brother?”
Rametto paused, eyes unfocusing, thinking how to respond “I think I prefer being the little bitch,”
It came out hesitant, more vulnerable than the sharp tongued teen had been in front of Cecio for a while- probably in front of anyone for a long time.
Ramettos. From a while ago. 17th Feb & 16th Jan respectively.
Post 5 songs associated with your OC, followed by 3 outfits they would wear
Tagged by @arendaes and @dujour13 ! ty both for the tags im using it as an excuse to do two characters<3
Celia
five songs: tried to go broader than usual
the dear hunter- we've got a score to settle
bruce springsteen- adam raised a cain
IMAX - volatile times
cartoon- why we lose
brother dege- to old to die young
three outfits: grabbed from the folder i have for her<3
Rametto [sorry cecio i know what you would wear but i struggle to find photos]
five songs: again, tried to get a mix
the dresden dolls - girl anachronism
bruce springsteen- independence day
son lux- dangerous
sam fender- getting started
argent- hold your head up
three outfits: the gems replaced by his signature ones ofc.
if anyone hasn't been tagged please take this as one [or as an excuse to do two charecters<3]
I keep trying to have a break from drawing and I keep failing...
So have a sneak peek at Rametto a about 5-10 years post transition<3 also gonna be showing off her stand, Spellbound [i swear i wont rework it again... rip mirror in the bathroom...] look at her smiling confidently... transition really did save her...
six sentence sunday
took @camelliagwerm 's post as a sign to get some more of the rametto wip done, this bridging two sections i have written already
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The laugher eventually dies, and Cecio is treated to a soft smile from the sharp edged brat. Before he knows it, he's smiling back, something akin to peaceful understanding filling the kitchen again.
It lingers, both enjoying the rare calm, but Cecio know he can't just let the night slip away inside that calm, knows that more words need to be said.
“So, what's next?” Cecio leans forwards, resting his forearms on his legs, “What are you going to do with your… Revelation,”
Rametto’s brow furrows once again, loose laughter replaced by deep thought as legs swung, heels hitting the cupboard below in regular intervals.
“I…” head shaking in confusion, the teen admitted, “I dont know…”
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free tag for anyone else who also has writing they need some encouragement for<3
Wrote another small bit of the Rametto coming out to Cecio fic, and I need to inflict this on other people >:)
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“I mean, you can still be seen as a man even if you aren't one inside,” the grimy floor of Cecios shoebox called a flat must hold the secrets to the universe given how hard Rametto was staring at them, “for safety and all that,”
Cecio suddenly found the golden rays of light slipping through the tiny kitchen window fascinating, the last bright light before the sun finally set, bright rays giving way to deep red.
“Yeah,” even to him his voice sounded distant, “you can,”
Then words slipped out of him he never meant to verbalise,
“But it's a bloody miserable way to live,”
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I wonder who gold fading to red would remind Cecio of? Tehe. *starts crying over Celia/Muro repressing themself constantly*