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[rapidhighway]

I think I might've procrastinated too close to the sun

[eddiethekaspbrak]

with @tczier

three ambien in, eddie still couldn't sleep. his mind was racing like a dog on a track, going in pointless, exhausting circles. his heart was running just as fast.

eddie couldn't tell what he was feeling -- scared or sad or angry or lonely, maybe all of them, all at once -- but whatever it was, it wouldn't let him settle. his body felt wrong. his skin felt too tight. the bed -- his bed, richie's bed -- felt all too big and cold.

he didn't like being in it alone. and he was. again. and he wasn't supposed to be.

most nights, eddie could manage. at the very least, he understood. as odd as it was to be in california sans richie, eddie knew what he was getting in to. it was what he signed up for. richie travelled. richie worked -- in weird places, at late hours, often through the night. that was fine. eddie was proud of his boyfriend's career. he liked telling people he was dating a comedian -- the richie tozier, to be exact. it was all fine and dandy and good and exciting ... except for when it wasn't.

because this part ? this, he hated. richie was performing in california. in la -- only twenty minutes down the road, to be exact, doing a month-long residency at a local club. he was home, technically home, but he wasn't. eddie didn't know the difference when richie was away. the absence was a constant thing, steady and unrelenting, to the point where he could adjust and move on. but this was different.

every night, richie stumbled in drunk. every morning, he woke up hungover. every day, he spent grumbling and sucking on his vape, answering phone calls and emails and taking interviews while eddie sat and breathed in thick, disgustingly sweet clouds of smoke.

eddie wanted to be patient and good and understanding, to let his boyfriend enjoy a few weeks of indulging in his newfound spotlight, but every single night --

eddie, sat upright in bed, looked over at the clock. it was almost four am. again. the last he'd heard from richie was just after midnight, when the man said he'd ' been home soon. '

even then, eddie could tell richie was intoxicated. now, hours later, he could be dead in a ditch, or fucking some guy, or off in fucking timbuktu (all equally likely, when richie was drunk enough) and eddie wouldn't know the difference. he wouldn't know the difference, and then richie would come home, and get in bed reeking of liquor, and eddie would let him wrap his big, heavy arms around him and snore until the sun rose a few measly hours later.

and it was happening again. only this time, eddie wasn't pretending to sleep. he heard the front door crash open and shoes stomping across the floor, richie making noise -- was he singing to himself? -- as he made his way up the stairs.

richie was alive, at least, but eddie was barely comforted. he wanted richie home. he wanted richie in bed with him, wrapped around him. but not like this. this richie was barely even a fraction of the man eddie had fallen in love with.

which sucked, really, because standing in the doorway to their bedroom all lanky and lazy and droopy, lit all angelic-like by the lamp in the corner, richie looked really fucking cute. fuck him.

still in bed, eddie pushed himself up a little more, trying to hold on to his confidence long enough to say something before richie convinced him quiet with a kiss.

'oh, good. you're alive,' eddie said, staring him down across the room. 'good show? ' he asked, sounding bitter.

[zekuudoge]

Hi I just saw your Moss post and I LOVE YOUR ART SO MUCH! Do you think Olimar would be the type of dad to say," I don't know of we could handle another pet..." to his kids when they ask but is easily persuaded when said new pet sleeps on his lap once (as seen with Moss)

THANK UUUU

also tbh i could see that if it wasnt moss but hes such a softie and after everything moss did for him i could see HIM being the one like "dear can we keep her she kept me safe on a pnf 404 please"

i can also see her refusing to let him go to work without her. she becomes the company mascot /hj

[existentialcrisis-24-7]

This will be featured in a longer lore post about Solaris, but the planet itself is in a rotational lock so Solaria is always day and Lunaris is always night, which means people living there have absolutely no concept of time and things get done “whenever [they] feel like it” and people just sleep whenever they feel tired.

[mitchellsandco]

seb & bill

Seb: So.

Seb: I heard the news.

Seb: Guess you're gonna be my newest daddy, huh?

[isuggestwishcraft]

Consider: Blender AU meets Stringcutter Route/Player creating a Dark World

Tommy is just about ready to drop kick someone, realizing just what Extra/Final Boss are attempting to do with Player. He couldn’t do anything with Dream in his exile, but he can do something now.

Alternatively, Tommy, Gregory, and Kris all kick the bosses while Player is wrapped up in blankets

I dunno if I already sent an ask regarding this and if I did, I apologize-

ʸᵒᵘ ᵈᶦᵈ ᵇᵘᵗ ᴵ ᵈᶦᵈⁿ'ᵗ ᵃⁿˢʷᵉʳ ᵗʰᵃᵗ'ˢ ᵐʸ ᵐᶦˢᵗᵃᵏᵉ

Tommy wanted to maul Extra Boss the moment he saw them. You did mention that they were some sort of revolutionary, if I remember correctly, AND BOY DOES TOMMY KNOWS REVOLUTION WITH 2 TO 3 WARS ABOUT IT

That doesn't mean he ain't agreeing with them though, about part where they want to kill a tyrant; he's more angry that they try to force Player do it for them, instead of y'know, doing it themselves. Like a real revolutionary would do. Kind of a dick move if you ask him

(He sees a lot of similarities between Extra and Final bosses and does wonder if in his wars these people wre hiding their natures better, or Tommy was just blind)

Also, cocooned Player? With a mug of hot chocolate?? And absolutely miserable face as they tell everything they felt during the whole shebang??? Aftermath of the event is going to be veeery funny not gonna lie

[rasby]

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