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you've gotta be starving for it by astradyke (violetides)
Fandoms: Phandom/The Fantastic Foursome (YouTube RPF)
30 Dec 2024
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Strange isn’t helpful. Dan has lived with himself for thirty-three years, and has been in therapy for several of those. He should know the precise words for something like this. It’s a very clunky feeling, is all he can identify. Like heaves and heaves of asphalt filling up a pavement square. Like a body fresh from the burn of quicksand. He’s spilling into something, and he’s entirely too large to heave himself out of it.
It’s a sudden, useless feeling that should not inhabit his body after a satisfying orgasm. But, historically, Dan has felt a lot of unhelpful things after an orgasm.
(there is a matter unresolved, sleeping in the underbelly of daniel howell's mind. after the terrible influence tour, and a haircut done in australia, that something begins to unravel.
in other words: daniel howell, and the wild beast of gender.)
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listen to your hands soothe by astradyke (violetides)
Fandoms: Phandom/The Fantastic Foursome (YouTube RPF)
24 Dec 2024
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For now, Phil forces himself up. Sometimes, if he lays in bed enough, Dan will check on him. And he’ll do his soft voice and bring Phil a coffee, and he’ll yap about something and get all worked up and Phil will just sit and smile at him.
It’s a tempting enough thought that Phil almost wants to go back to bed and wait for it. Sometimes, he does. But today, the idea of someone doting on him for a nothing issue– just another Phil migraine– feels… annoying. Phil feels annoying, for that. And maybe someday Dan will realize that this is all really annoying, that Phil wasn’t like this when they first met. That Phil used to be energetic and chase him around his mum’s house and fuck him hard enough to make the bedsprings squeak. Now, Phil’s got a bit of a headache. And he’s thirty four.
(a snapshot into 2021, and the act of taking care of each other).
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After a minute or so of this person staring at the medicine while Tubbo stared at them, he starts to get a bit bored. So, he clears his throat, and says in a conversational voice, “They sell pretty damn good Tylenol here, don’t they?”
They jump, clearly taken aback by Tubbo’s appearance. They blink at him once before nodding slowly, clearing their throat.
“Isn’t, uh, most Tylenol the- the same everywhere?”
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Tubbo is an accidental part of a kind-of family, worn tennis shoes firmly planted on the sidelines as a ticking time clock mocks the day his stolen life will crumble, shoved under the floorboards of his best friend's attic. In the waiting process, he meets a seventeen year old severely lacking in both memory and effective hair dye, who defines himself as the spaces between notebook pages and part-time jobs.
Like this, Tubbo meets Ranboo, who, despite everything, may be Tubbo's most worthwhile pit stop in his journey to survival yet.
(Or, a high school AU in which finding home and staying afloat are two tasks you can't shoulder at once, but there are other people who will carry the world with you, if you can muster the bitter task of giving it up first.)
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no atlas to hold the sky by riseninsaturn (violetides)
Fandoms: 逆転裁判 | Gyakuten Saiban | Ace Attorney
15 Jul 2023
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The first time Klavier came to Khura’in, it felt like falling in love all over again,
but it wasn’t long before the work piled up, and the goodnights built a black hole, and the pit in Apollo’s gut grew the longer he stayed up, watching Klavier sleep, knowing that he’d have to go.
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or, on having a relationship across the international date line.
(klapollo week day six: long-distance relationship).
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sunrise shores by riseninsaturn (violetides)
Fandoms: 逆転裁判 | Gyakuten Saiban | Ace Attorney
30 Jun 2023
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It’s less a place and time thing and more of an… Apollo thing, he’s decided. Apollo’s brain runs a thousand miles an hour, Apollo’s making sure nothing bad happens, Apollo is lookout and Apollo is vigilante and Apollo is digging bleeding fingers into bricks, crumbling individual pieces of dried clay to reassemble a foundation. With each block, he feels the cuts sting harder, but he has a purpose and next to nothing else so he builds, and builds and builds and builds and-
So it’s an unreal concept, to him, that there would be anything to stop him from being lost in the bruising noise.
But, in all fairness, Klavier Gavin is known for her impossibilities.
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or; the home Apollo and Klavier are building after Khura’in, featuring musings on commitment, the joys and fears of transhood, and the minutiae between calling someone a bunny versus a rabbit.
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honey wine boys as a stand-in for war by nightmare_rivulets (violetides)
Fandoms: Dream SMP
27 Apr 2022
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(Interlude: love isn’t important. love is all he ever learned to be. one night, then he’ll try to find his best friend again try to fix this country try to bury his dead kind of brother try to kill an anarchist try to find the cure to satisfaction try to do all the things every man before him failed to do– but one night, now, before his shoulders break beyond loving, beyond repair,
a hand rested against them, let him rest.)
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it's the worst day in the world to be the president.
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in the lungs of the universe (rises the cradle of trust) by nightmare_rivulets (violetides)
Fandoms: Minecraft (Video Game), 30 Day SMP | Free Trial SMP
04 Apr 2022
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"At the end of the tie that binds these theories, there are a few simple revelations for those who choose to believe them.
Choices have significance. Realities are formed by the acts of those within it. The universe is infinitely vast. The universe is alive. Nothing is spawned out of nowhere. To recall the fundamental principles within physics as a supplement, matter cannot be created nor destroyed. Everything has its precedents, and everything is made by the act of a living entity. The universe is alive, and its lungs are the acts of those who exist across its planes.
Like this, the line between man and nature is blurred, as it is only one hand that drives the force of order, chaos, creation, and destruction."
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Ranboo is one of eight people who wakes up in a world that counts down to its own destruction. Surrounded by strangers, impenetrable borders, and the haunting question of what will greet him at the end of thirty days, he is forced to take Death's hand and try to live.
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pitch-dark thunderstorms, over-saturated platformers, & shrimp-color vocaloid by nightmare_rivulets (violetides)
Fandoms: Origins SMP, Minecraft (Video Game)
07 Mar 2022
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The GAME OVER sound plays from the game, and Ranboo’s lip quirks up as Tommy scowls and starts yelling. “That was fuckin’ bullshit, Ranboo, did you see that? I fuckin’ pressed double jump, but it just went for one, and- oh, that is such bullshit. Fuck this game.”
Ranboo shrugs, maneuvering on the bed a little so she can look at her best friend. Tommy’s hair is incredibly messy as if he’s never seen a comb in his life, and he runs through it frustratedly with chipped green nails that Ranboo painted during history class last Thursday. He lets out an overdramatic huff before clicking MENU on the game, either defeated entirely or preparing himself to give the level another shot.
Being the supporting friend she is, Ranboo advises, “Just don’t mess up. It’s that easy.”
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Ranboo hates thunderstorms, but hanging out with his best friend makes them a little more bearable.
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snowfall weaponry (AKA That One Pre-Call to Action Scene where Generic MC #47 Bonds with his Mentor!) by nightmare_rivulets (violetides) for TheStoryCrafter
Fandoms: Dream SMP, Minecraft (Video Game)
25 Dec 2021
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Nevertheless, Ranboo isn’t upset when he hears Techno’s distinct “heh?” from behind him, and he turns his head to give his friend a smile.
“Hi, Techno,” he greets. “How’s it goin’?”
Techno squints. “I didn’t know you liked weapon making.”
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Ranboo finds comfort in crafting and smithing weapons. Sometimes, he has company.
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the cityscape, a decade after the world ended by violetides
Fandoms: Dangan Ronpa - All Media Types, Super Dangan Ronpa 2
04 Nov 2021
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and it’s 9 PM and it isn’t really, is it, it’s far more like 10 PM if you round up, and 10 PM skies are the same kind of bitterness that is in that old jabberwock wine, and bitterness feels like getting older, and bitterness feels like hating the city and wishing you could go home home home,
hinata is never going to go home.
(hinata, a decade after leaving jabberwock and moving to the city)
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winter floods by nightmare_rivulets (violetides)
Fandoms: Dream SMP, Minecraft (Video Game)
08 Oct 2021
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He has no totems on him. He has no armor on him. He has all of his lives but he does not know if he will wake up here. He does not know if he will stay in the sea and drown forever. He has thought about hell, recently, and he believes that it would be a sea that could not part, for him. He would drown for all of eternity in the salt water, grasping at pages that shrivel beyond comprehension. He believes that his husband’s hell may look more like nuclear radiation burning them all alive. He believes that his son’s hell would be his home.
He hopes his son is nothing like him.
(ranboo struggles to remember the past, and tries to find both hell and history within a certain house in a snowy tundra.)
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he’s never stopped feeling terrified. he’s never stopped feeling sad. he’s told fundy as much, back when everything was blown apart and he was called a traitor. wilbur said his finest trait was neuroticism. he can’t bear to look at his own eyes.
looking around him, he thinks it all may be better than being numb.
it may also be worse.
(ranboo contemplates his relationship and situation by the riverbank off the burger van, not for the last time.)
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who have since fallen by nightmare_rivulets (violetides)
Fandoms: Dream SMP, 30 Day SMP - Fandom, Minecraft (Video Game), Origins SMP
20 Aug 2021
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It’s a complicated mess in his chest, and he nearly wants to flatline. Except, the other holds him, and looks down at him, and he thinks y’know, even if you’re death incarnate here to tether me down, I would still love you terribly, enough to feel betrayed and enough to wait at your side until I can find the real you again and take you by the hands and pull you into my orbit, in the ground of death for us.
“Better?” the person asks, and Tubbo’s eyes crinkle.
Maybe to cry. “Yeah.”
(mourn the love that fears you, fall asleep a little each night, and hope for nothing to see you again)
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what we can't quit by nightmare_rivulets (violetides)
Fandoms: Dream SMP, Minecraft (Video Game)
19 Jul 2021
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ranboo sighs, and he rests his cheek against tubbo’s hair. “we’ll be okay, i think,” he comforts, in a way that tubbo knows is entirely for himself. it’s okay, though. ranboo is allowed to be selfish, sometimes.
he rarely is.
maybe that’s what makes all tubbo’s thoughts from before bubble up.
(tubbo and ranboo have a conversation just after dusk at their outpost, overlooking las nevadas. it's more or less just confirmations of what tubbo knows, and rejections of what he can't, but the two of them try anyway.)
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the fall of a shadow (xxix / xxi) by nightmare_rivulets (violetides)
Fandoms: Minecraft (Video Game), 30Day SMP
23 Jun 2021
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In a certain sense of the word, Ranboo is a hero. Biding his hours in solitude or company, scouring the earth for any scrap of hope. Maybe, in itself, that makes Ranboo the hope of the server. Maybe, if you discount Tommy’s word, Ranboo is more of a god than anyone else could be.
That, he thinks, twenty nine days and twenty one hours away from death, is how the stories would tell it.
But Ranboo has never been the historian his mind sought him out to be.
(a recount into a tragedy that lies in an accidental murder from a man written to be a savior.)
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like a telescope to andromeda by violetides
Fandoms: Dangan Ronpa - All Media Types, Super Dangan Ronpa 2
23 Jun 2021
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Today, though, Komaeda knows who he is. He knows that he is Komaeda Nagito, an orphan among orphans who lives on an island with fourteen other people, that he likes drinking Blue Ram and he likes reading mystery novels and he likes Hinata in the same way he tends to hate Hinata, and he is Komaeda Nagito, and he is not happy. He knows this in the way that you know innate things, the way you know how to walk and talk and speak. Most days, it doesn’t feel so seamless.
He doesn’t take it as an improvement.
There are things worth forgetting, he learns, as his memory comes back to him.
(two years after the day komaeda was declared to be in remission, he reflects.)
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a litany of theses on icarian nightmares and dawn-stricken death by nightmare_rivulets (violetides)
Fandoms: Dream SMP, Minecraft (Video Game)
21 Jun 2021
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His husband laughs. “You’re always prepared, big guy. You have more shit than we’ll ever use. Like, what are we going to need a chest full of emeralds for? Or, like, ten bazillion totems?”
For you, he wants to say, yet refrains to say every time they discuss this. Because Quackity is building up Las Nevadas and we might need some materials to trade with, and you’re on your last life, and if someone comes calling up with some favor or, actually, if anything at all happens, you need to have a totem on you or maybe seven, because I am not going to be a widow, I am not going to raise our son alone, when will you start caring about yourself and stop risking your life for prison breaks and reckless Nether expeditions-
“I don’t know.”
It’s the only thing that synopsizes his thoughts and emotions well enough.
(ranboo theorizes about the colliding of macbethan ideals and his ineptitude in sleeping whilst trying to protect those he loves from himself. tubbo attempts to unwravel who he is without another to cling to and extends an olive branch to the abstract thing haunting him and his companion. questions are unanswered, vows are broken, and the strangest thing happens.)
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drain the colour of your bloodhounds by violetides
Fandoms: 第五人格 | Identity V (Video Game)
04 Apr 2021
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The conversation falls a bit stilted from there, as Luca looks around the room with a gaze that feels familiar, that Edgar recognizes the sensation of, while the other mixes more paint and muddles the pure colours more and more to avoid confronting the person in his room. Edgar’s thoughts take two paths: I miss the feeling of him sitting on my bed, watching me, except I would be wearing a few less clothes and he would be a little less abrasive and I hope he doesn’t get any blood on my bed.
These visits always ricochet and end in thoughts like that.
(edgar remembers the past him and luca used to share. luca does not.)
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would you kill for another morning? by violetides
Fandoms: Dangan Ronpa - All Media Types, Super Dangan Ronpa 2, Dangan Ronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc
13 Jan 2021
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Life is such a lonely goddamn place.
He smiles every day, though. He wakes up with a smile, showers with a smile, cooks breakfast with a smile, throws his breakfast in the trash with a smile, takes a walk with a smile, almost gets hit by a car with a smile, gives everything up and goes to bed again with a smile. Everything is a bit more lonely with a smile, but at least he doesn’t smile with his teeth.
He thinks he’d rather die.
(komaeda's nonlinear, and tentatively unreliable, journey as he pieces together all that happened in his past, one fragment at a time. or; sometimes, closure is a hushed confession at the sight of your end.)
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And yet, he’s on a break right now, isn’t he? Because it’s his birthday.
And it’s New Year’s, more importantly.
And he still feels like shit.
(hinata has bad memories tied to his birthday)