Penciled Lines
(Cross-posted on ao3, if you prefer to read it there. Reblogs still appreciated!)
Missa wakes up, and he thinks he might be doomed. This doesn’t scare him nearly as much as it should.
Missa is awake early—by his own metric, anyway. His nocturnal nature causes “early” for him to mean “early night” and not “early morning.” Regardless, “early” means that Philza is not asleep yet, still going through his nightly rituals. “Early” means that Philza is sitting up in (his? their?) the bed, pillows propped up behind him, notebook in his lap, sketching away.
And when Missa wakes up to the soft scritch-scratch of a charcoal pencil on textured paper, his forehead just so happens to be brushing Philza’s hip.
Missa can hardly breathe.
Oh no.
He knows that if he gives any indication that he is awake, Philza will stop sketching, close his notebook, shift himself over until he is politely seated on his side of the bed, and greet Missa with a friendly smile. Philza has done it before, when Missa wakes up early. That’s how Missa knows he’ll do it again.
Thus, Missa can hardly breathe—his breaths have to be the slow in-out of sleep. He can’t so much as twitch, either. He has to keep quiet and play dead or else he’ll be found out. Seen. Caught living the lie.
“Husband,” Philza calls him. They’re not married. They share a bed. They’re hardly ever in it at the same time. They have a son and a daughter. Neither of them know Missa very well. Philza has had an extra set of armor and a skull on his backpack for months, waiting for Missa. Missa doesn’t even know Philza’s last name.
Philza is a good man and a good friend—and Missa doesn't deserve him. Still, he takes what he can get. Curls around it. Hoarding every innocent kindness Philza extends like a starving creature: the generosity of a backpack fully stocked with equipment; the trust Philza places in Missa to watch the kids when he’s asleep; and now, the courtesy of not moving his hip from Missa’s forehead to ensure his “sleeping” isn’t disturbed. Missa clutches all of these little offerings in his greedy claws and hugs them into his chest, even as the guilt eats away at him.
Because, regardless of the lack of mutual feeling, he loves Philza. He loves him so, so much, and that is why he is doomed. He can’t afford to lose what little he has. He can’t cross that line.
So Missa lies beside Philza, forehead pressed against Philza’s hip, pretending to sleep so he can imagine that they’re not just lying in bed together, but lying in bed, together; and later, when Missa truly wakes, he will sit on his side of the bed and look at Philza’s face soft with sleep and think about how lucky he is that he still has a side-of-the-bed to begin with.
Missa doesn’t mean to drift off. When it starts to happen, he’s hopelessly torn between shaking himself awake and thus giving himself away, or remaining how he is, silently fending off the inevitable. In the end, Missa clings to that scritch-scratch sound of Philza’s pencil on the paper for as long as he can before the fog at last pulls him under.
Eventually, he dreams. In fact, he dreams of the calloused fingers he dreams of every night, hands like his own, an artist of Death, cradling and shading the contours of his face—a softness dashing charcoal across his jaw, and over his cheekbones, and perhaps on his lips, too, if he’s lucky. Defining every edge of him.
~*~
A deep sigh. Phil stops sketching as Missa shifts in his sleep. He tilts his head up so that the tip of his nose is now just nearly brushing against Phil’s hip. The motion disturbs the wild splay of his dark hair, revealing more of his face: eyelashes, cheeks, warmth. Tender blush of something Stygian and otherworldly. New.
Phil’s lips tilt upwards. He turns to a fresh page, and he starts again.
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Going so beyond rabid
Shadow carrying Sonic bridal style. “Hang on Sonic” the FEAR in his voice. His grip on Sonic tightening as he fades. Holding him so close.
Speeding toward a safe place as fast as he can. THREE sonic booms. To save Sonic’s life.
WHILE BEING CARRIED BRIDAL STYLE I CANNOT GET OVER THESE GAY IDIOTS. They care about eachother so much, SO much. Even if you do not view them as a ship, they do have SO much care for eachother and im here for it
Both of them show thay they care in so many ways throughout the series and oh do i love them <3
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teacher!geto/curse user!reader :3
i have NEVER thought of that before
what would that even look like?
hehehe …. well anon. i’m planning on making it a whole series, so if you happen to read it then i hope you’ll see the vision >:3 but i can tell you the basics of the dynamic i have planned out so far!!
honestly it’s nothing complicated!! at first glance anyway. you can think of it as a role reversal au of sorts — as in, suguru doesn’t defect and becomes a teacher with satoru, while reader does defect. they end up murdering civilians in a fit of rage just like geto did, take over the star plasma cult just like geto did, aaaand eventually get killed by suguru during the au’s equivalent of the night parade of 100 demons. suguru can’t bring himself to destroy their body, they get taken over by kenjaku, aaaand….
then they end up surviving :3 somehow . some way. haven’t figured out the kinks yet but bottom line is: satoru & suguru are somehow able to kill kenny without harming reader, and what’s left of their own soul is brought back to life. they then coax/threaten the higher ups into postponing reader's execution, in hopes that they can be redeemed. aaand that’s where the fic starts!! so… a fix-it fic. basically.
so now reader has to live under the supervision of suguru, who is their ex, who they still love and who still loves them even though neither of you can seem to talk about it. it’s just a lot of tension and bitter feelings and some kind of tenderness that wants to make itself known but can’t yet. that kind of good ol slightly angsty slowburn with a happy ending <33
buuuut yeah!! i have the overall plot and dynamics figured out :3 curse user!reader is similar to how geto was as a curse user, but also a bit different in some ways…. they’re cynical and bitter and kind of pathetic and very lonely. and teacher!geto is just a matured version of the suguru we see in hidden inventory. the students are the same with the addition of nanamimi, and curse user!reader has their own dynamic with each of them.
… as in . nanamimi hates them (the feeling is mutual), they hate maki and megumi (toji ptsd), they couldn’t care less about any of the second or third years and have a mild soft spot for nobara and yuji. lmao. they’re just kind of a cunt tbh but i think they’re sooo meowmeow i like them a lot <33 and suguru does too !! reader is more antagonistic towards him while he just. grapples with the softness he still has for them. and the aftermath of what they said to each other before suguru Did The Deed (satoru was actually reader's assigned executioner, but suguru stepped in to do it instead)…….
i’m starting to ramble pjhgjjgh.... but yeah! i’m super fond of this au and sooooo excited to write it !! :3
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✨⚡️ Seven(ish) Sentence Sunday ⚡️✨
Tagged by @acountrygirlsfun (a couple times by now, though not actually this most recent time, but I figure it still counts!) Thank you, Caitlin <3 <3 <3
Helix took a deep breath in, counted four flashes of the desperate direct-@ lights coming in from his side chat panels, and breathed out. His voice came out steady, and miraculously casual.
"We understand why you did it. You were trying to keep our brothers safe."
He watched Harp's eyes go wide at the 'our' brothers. Like he hadn't expected the rest of them to claim the Corries. Because he'd been hiding from them just like from the longnecks, he had falsified his—
Deep breath in. Two flashes, no time for longer, leave no silence for Harp to panic in. Breathe out. Keep going.
This is not seven sentences, but it's also largely not complete sentences anyway, and it is literally what I just seconds ago finished writing. Still counts!
No-pressure tagging uhhh @ialpiriel, @goingsparebutwithprecision, @anaclastic-azurite, anybody else who might want to play?
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@glupiypryanik of course :D
these are admin 🦋’s pets!! My cat’s name is Patches. I also have a dog named Kokoa and a turtle named Miracle :]
AND THESEEE ARE MY (💫 admin’s) PETS!!! My toad’s name is Sapo (yes that is Spanish for frog I thought it was cute), my rabbit is named Hopper, tortoise is named spot, American bully (dog 1) is named Gia, and the German shepherd (dog 2) is named Jerry!! They are my bbs….
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