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ten variations on a theme in a flat minor (rainer maria rilke ain't gonna fuck you bro) by halfbladekind (eretgender)
Fandoms: Homestuck
03 Feb 2022
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splinter is an onemotepeia, you think. the heavy, downward jar of the first syllable. the crack of the t again your palate, snapping your stretched-thin existence into another fragment like a brittle pane of old plastic.
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The first time Ranboo falls in love, it's a boy with the most neatly pressed suit he's ever seen. The boy's got whiskey on his breath and freckled scars spattered across his face like the milky way itself fell down and burned him, and he talks about policy and rebuilding and Ranboo doesn't hear a single goddamn word he says.
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Slowly, you are assembling a nest for the god. Gelignite and ammonium perchlorate-laden warehouse cathedrals. Flashing satellite dishes that blink out psalms. You mutter litanies of launch code keys under your breath as you work.
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(He is a lamb to the slaughter, useless and gentle and fragile-forgiving, and he is cracked open, torn cleanly in half, oblation to gods who are less real than he is. Burnt offering on the altar. Charred, twisted husk of something that should not be alive.)
It is the sixteenth, and tubbo is dead, and burned, and terrified.
It is not as bad as it could be.
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ranboo laughs, and it’s a soft, breathy, wheezing sound, and his hand is so, so close to tubbo’s where it’s flat on the stone slab, and he’s leaning back, shoulder pressed against tubbo’s, head tilted up, lanky legs hanging over the edge of the tower where they’re sitting.
when they first met, president and unwilling traitor (such old, crumpled descriptors. so much has changed.), tubbo had thought he was pretty. a sneaking, stupid thought in the back of his mind had whispered that maybe, if it came down to it, he wouldn’t mind dying to a boy like him.
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they're stupid and dumb and soft and that's, like, literally everything that happens.
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Aspect Theory Essay, or, A Threat Made On Twitter: Fulfilled by Opacifica
Fandoms: Homestuck
15 May 2020
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How does the aspect system work as a tool for descriptive narrative analysis? I'm so glad you asked.
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- Part 1 of Classpect Meta
Bookmarked by eretgender
25 Feb 2022
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will be coming back to & referencing this i'm sure.
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Maybe it was the lack of his shades, the lack of his stupid beat-up baseball cap, the lack of the permanent frown etched into his face every waking moment of the day, but you’d always be hit with some weird, intangible feeling in the center of your chest, the sudden realization that, when he was out cold like this, he looked small.
Young. Fragile, almost.
Human.
Bookmarked by halfbladekind (eretgender)
10 Feb 2022
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mmm makes me want to like peel all my skin off and sob into my blankets for several hours straight /pos.
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i love you till the day i die (so don't die today) by IHJTMQ
Fandoms: Minecraft (Video Game)
28 Apr 2021
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According to Tommy, death leaves you touch-repulsed and aloof. That's why it's so surprising that Wilbur Soot, post-resurrection, is one clingy, touch-starved motherfucker.
Or: Wilbur copes by cuddling. Tommy's the one who has to put up with it.
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Bookmarked by eretgender
29 Dec 2021
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very important. so very important. i've reread this fic well over 10 times by now and it leaves me absolutely undone every single time.
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chip at the bricks (and fill up your pockets) by angelsdemonsducks
Fandoms: Minecraft (Video Game), Dream SMP
01 May 2021
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Wilbur is a nightmare incarnate, the monster at the end of the book, the villain with blood-soaked footsteps and a crazed laugh and evil, maniacal plans. Wilbur is all of that. Wilbur is bad. Wilbur is nothing but bad, through and through.
Wilbur is crying.
In which thunder can sound a lot like trains, and Tommy is reminded, very suddenly and very painfully, that Wilbur Soot is human.
Bookmarked by eretgender
29 Dec 2021
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possibly my favorite ccrimeboys fic. like. of ever. possibly has made me cry before. me n who.
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Wilbur dies as passably human, and is dragged out of the void with wings made of smoke and stardust and soot, a birthright he had never received.
There's just the small matter of caring for them, and possibly himself in the process.Or; in which a father's advice is an absolute last resort, touch starvation and emotional constipation are a bitch, and two brothers bond.
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- Part 1 of all in, palms out
- Part 1 of like the wind, it slips again out of my fingers
Bookmarked by eretgender
29 Dec 2021
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there r like. three crimeboys fics that i reread religiously every couple weeks. this is one of them.