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“I'm Tubbo,” the president introduces himself quietly, smiling without teeth. The name sounds like a broken thing – defeated, like a hollowed-out tree or a deer on the side of the road, and his grip on their hand suddenly feels too warm, singeing their fingers like something red-hot and desperate, like a child screaming for help, like a dying man clinging on for dear life.
“Ranboo,” murmurs Ranboo, stunned.
(or: a teenage president, his newly appointed minutes man, and the secrets in between.)
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The door opens almost immediately. “Michael.” Willow tree hands on the piglin’s shoulders, clad in Tubbo’s old winter coat. “Goodness, where’ve you been? You know what we said about straying too far—”
Ranboo stops. Their eyes flare wide.
They’re not that much taller. If anything it looks like they’ve shrunk, hunched over themself, which explains why they don’t hit their head on the doorframe like Tubbo had expected. Their hair is much shorter now, haphazard around their neck like they’d hacked at it with a knife, and the glasses atop the bridge of their nose look to be a newer pair, glittering gold around red-green eyes. There’s a hauntedness about them, maybe, but mainly it’s the soft, worn, lived-in sort of tired in their face. The kind that Tubbo may have known, just for a moment in time, but is now a stranger to once more.
(Their wedding ring is, noticeably, absent from their horns. Tubbo doesn’t feel anything about that. He doesn’t wear his anymore either.)
(or: a man and his family.)
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your hands are hands that grip me tight (i think i want you to just kill me) by spoopdeedoop
Fandoms: Dream SMP
16 Feb 2025
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It scares Tubbo sometimes, how much he trusts Ranboo, in a way he trusts no one else but Tommy — dangerous levels, the kind of trust that could most definitely get him hurt later down the line, but Ranboo has been around long enough that Tubbo has long grown tired of wondering why they haven’t left yet. He bumps his forehead gently to Ranboo’s and hopes they can feel how much weight there is to this, hopes the feelings he can never articulate in words are visible in how he lays himself bare for them and nobody else.
(or: scars, the people who have them, and the people who love them).
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“You talk like an old lady,” the girl complains, the gravity of Tommy’s words falling on deaf ears, but he doesn’t mind. She’ll learn. “But you’re not wrinkly yet."
He props his face up on the flat of his palm. “Just tellin’ my story, man.”
“Please don’t get old, Tommy from the Woods,” she adds in a very serious voice. “You’ll get all slow and boring and then you won’t be any fun anymore.”
If slow and boring is the worst case scenario awaiting him after all of it, Tommy thinks it wouldn’t be the worst way to go, but he chuckles and tells her “I’ll do my best” anyway. The girl nods, seemingly satisfied, and leans forward to rest her chin on the arm of Tommy’s armchair, looking up at him.
“D’you ever miss it?” She asks quietly. “Wherever you came from, I mean.”
(or: tommy innit, a worn cardigan, and getting older when you never thought you would.)
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Benjamin Fairest is not a runner. Pico had learned this when they were on the run from his awful claw-nailed sharp-teethed parents (Pico’s suggestion, because he is Pico Newgrounds), when they had finally managed to scavenge a place for the night, both aching and scared beyond belief. Ben had locked himself in the dingy little bathroom and hadn’t come out for a very long time, and Pico had remembered, rather belatedly, that running tires most people.
He’d forgotten, either because he’d been doing it for so long or because he’d sort of always been living in a perpetual state of unwavering exhaustion, that how he lives is not sustainable for others.
(It’s not very sustainable for him, either.)
(or: pico newgrounds, rabbits, and a grocery store.)
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my soul floats out the window (for i am a woman in love) by spoopdeedoop
Fandoms: Friday Night Funkin' (Video Game)
30 Aug 2024
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Boyfriend and Girlfriend had always been a pair in the sense that they’d always completed each other – she draws while listening to his music, he uses her art for his album covers. She calls and he responds. Hell, even their names fit snugly together, like a two-piece puzzle.
Cause and effect. Question and answer. Love you and love you too.
Pico wasn’t someone Girlfriend had ever expected to fall in love with.
(or: girlfriend, boyfriend, pico and how they fit together.)
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His eyes are the most striking, Ben thinks: pale and sunken, carrying a weight that doesn’t belong on a face as young as his, dark circles heavy under the lids. They look tired. They look haunted.
Benjamin supposes that he himself isn’t in the best shape, either: he can feel the tears still hot down his cheeks and the stinging in his neck due to him scratching at the scabs a little too hard, red and raw and really quite pathetic-looking. In the back of his mind a stray thought remarks complacently that this is a rather sad kind of poetic – meeting a stranger that looks just about as broken as he is. A weird, twisted kinship.
(or: ben runs away and meets a stranger in an alleyway.)
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cement inside my ribcage (hardening to stone) by spoopdeedoop
Fandoms: Friday Night Funkin' (Video Game)
26 Jul 2024
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He’d been fine enough at the beginning, too focused on the promise of a lucrative reward to really retain what had lead to the job and the offer and the agreement and the so-where-is-this-guy and the leave-it-to-us-sir, not noticing the jolt of neon hair in the polaroid held between Nene’s fingers, not noticing the look she’d given him after he’d offered to go to the location himself, not bothering to ask the who and the why until he’s raising his loaded semi-automatic and aiming it at something decidedly, nauseatingly, gut-wrenchingly blue.
(or: pico realizes that the guy he's been sent to kill is someone he knows all too well.)
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“We don’t have the money for a cat!” Ten exclaims, which is a completely sane and realistic point to make, but in the face of Eleven’s giant sad eyes everything sounds like the most unreasonable statement in the world. “We don’t know where she’s been, we don’t have the resources — and where would we even put her?”
“My bed!”
His jaw is starting to hurt from how hard he’s grit his teeth together. “ That’s not happening.”
Eleven pauses. “Thirteen’s bed?”
“Look , we can’t keep her and that’s final. We just don’t have the space.”
Eleven looks incredibly distraught at that, and Ten thinks it is remarkably unfair to be feeling this amount of guilt for being the only reasonable person in the room.
(or: eleven gets a cat, and ten tries his very hardest not to like her.)
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- Part 2 of starlight strings
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teresa ?! @kazooey69
so why did NOBODY tell me about this INSANE COOL indie rock band from the uk called tardis(or: another doctor human au but they're in a famous band and also on twitter)
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She breathes a sigh that she can feel through her bones, shucks off her coat so it falls in a heap around her feet – which Ten will scold her about later, but he’s over in the other apartment, so it’s fine for now – sheds her shoes and tosses her bag in the direction of the living room couch, expecting the muted thump of cotton canvas against polyester in response and instead earning herself a pained "ow!" from a decidedly human body.
Thirteen freezes, flicks the lights on, and is met with a mess of pale limbs draped across the couch, blinking blearily up at her through a lopsided fez and floppy brown hair.
She stares at him for a while before saying far too incredulously “were you sleeping?"
(or: thirteen and eleven talk at the end of a long day.)
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- Part 1 of starlight strings
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a study on cats and the detectives that befriend them by spoopdeedoop
Fandoms: Sherlock & Co. (Podcast)
30 Jan 2024
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Sherlock's brow furrows as if he’s remembered something, and then he suddenly moves away to rustle through one of their grocery bags, pulling out a tin of tuna that John has no memory of purchasing and prying it open to place before the cat. She sniffs at his hand, then at the tin, and gives Sherlock a long, calculating look before dipping her head to eat. Sherlock watches, his gaze similar to one of a babysitter seeing if they had correctly placated the baby.
John can see where this is going. “Sherlock, you are not keeping that cat.”
The detective huffs. “I hadn’t expressed an interest to do anything of the sort.”
(or: a cat breaks into 221b.)
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Wukong's tail flicks in thought. “Are you sure you’re not his dad? The impression I got from you and the pig man was that you guys were, like, co-parenting.”
“We didn’t— like— we didn’t sign anything,” Tang protests, stumbling over his own words, almost like he’s trying to convince himself. “No adoption papers or — a-anything. We’re not his dads. Nothing is legally confirmed, y’know? He didn’t come from us, we didn’t adopt him, he doesn’t— we’re not his dads.”
He laughs, and feels a little bit mad.
(or: tang has feelings about the son-that-isn't-his-son.)
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The most tame word Pigsy could use to describe the Monkey King would be "infuriating", to say the least – the least tame ones linger as a sour aftertaste in the back of his throat that itches to be spat out. But Wukong is important to MK. So those words stay firmly unsaid.
Times like now, though. Those words have surpassed sour and are now turning spoiled on his tongue.
(or: pigsy confronts wukong in the aftermath of the lady bone demon's reign.)
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The kid is tiny (a little taller than Matt, but that’s not really an achievement), with dark skin and dark blue eyes. He’s wearing a pastel blue dinosaur hoodie with matching shoes and a tiny mirror pinned in one of his ears. He and Matt aren’t holding hands, but their arms are so close they probably could have been beforehand, and the way Steve’s little brother keeps glancing at the other boy’s hand makes him think they probably were.
And then Steve realizes. Oh. It’s this kid.
(or: steve knows what they are.)
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they wanted heaven from me (i gave them hell) by spoopdeedoop
Fandoms: Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (Cartoon 2018)
28 Jan 2023
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Casey Jones feels – a lot. He feels pissed that he can’t singlehandedly stop this war and he feels grief for the people they’ve lost; for the people they’re still losing. He feels sick, so very sick, that the blood in his gloves doesn’t wash out anymore and that he can no longer count the deaths he’s been responsible for on just his two hands. He feels outraged at the fact that the apocalypse is still fucking going, despite how tired they all are, and he feels that his emotions won’t impact anything in the long run, so maybe he should stop feeling things altogether.
No rest for the wicked, as they say.
(or: three times casey jones loses something and one time he realizes just how much he's gained.)
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i'll lose my mind a couple thousand times by spoopdeedoop
Fandoms: The Owl House (Cartoon)
05 Jun 2022
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He is his own person.
Is he?
His breathing slows. He slowly lowers his hands from his ears, and that’s when a finger taps his shoulder.
Hunter starts, reaches for a staff that’s not there, and is about a hair away from punching his attacker square in the nose before recognition settles in his eyes and he realizes it’s not an attacker at all.
(or: hunter needs a moment of fresh air. he realizes he's not the only one.)
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The cambion shakes his head immediately, placing the bread knife down on the countertop beside him. “No, no, I was just… thinking.”
“Okay. About?”
Sapnap shrugs, considering. “I think you’d look nice with long hair.”
(or: five times quackity was told his hair was long and one time he let someone do something about it.)
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“Oh my goodness. Skeppy.” The demon turns, tears wavering in his eyes. “He’s growing up.”
The other smiles. “He is.”
(or: skeppy and sapnap's relationship through the years.)
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Bad studies the cave for a long moment, clutching the diamond to him so tightly it hurts, and then he whisks upwards and sideways on silent wings, hurtling through the passageway towards the outside. Towards safety for his little jewel.
Nothing is going to harm his diamond, not until he’s down to his last breath.
(or: bad finds a diamond in a cave. little does he know it's skeppy.)