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G Witch Edit: NikaChu angst

(TW: body horror)

Untitled TOH AU where Luz is a full blooded witch and obtains the Titan's power early on but overusing it strains and overloads her heart

Untitled TOH AU where Luz is a full blooded witch and obtains the Titan's power early on but overusing it strains and overloads her heart

How small must the world be for both Bruce and Tim to witness John and Mary Grayson's deaths

Or for 10-year-old Duke to crack the Riddler's puzzle before Batman swoops in and saves the day, long before his powers came into play

Or for Sheila Haywood to leave her son only to end up assisting his killer a decade and a half later

Not to mention the popular fanon concept of Jason knowing baby Damian in the League of Assassins

Now imagine how many other invisible strings could've tied them together

Like what if Tim and Jason went to the same school when Jason was Robin but all they shared was the occasional bump and "excuse me" in the busy halls

Or what if Babs was a tutor and helped an elementary-aged Steph finally understand her homework only for the Browns to cancel after a couple sessions because they couldn't afford it

What if the first person to buy Cass a hot meal was Kate on one of her travels

What if Alfred witnessed young Selina shoplifting groceries but chose to turn a blind eye

What if Jason lived on the same streets as the Row siblings and gave little Harper tips on how to use tools and defend her brother

What if Steph and Duke shared the same school bus, only he sat in the front while she was toward the back

What if the first person to teach Tim how to tie his shoes was Bruce at a gala because Jack and Janet were busy talking to someone important

What if Bette did a DNA test for fun and found a connection in Nanda Parbat but just assumed the results was faulty because she knew her whole family, right?

What if 8-year-old Dick, the day before his parents died, stayed at a cheap hotel near Crime Alley and found 4-year-old Jason wandering alone and said, "I'll be your big brother for tonight"

What if the universe knew they were made for each other and wouldn't rest until they realized it too

This is incredible. Amazing writing, and just- aghhhh such a worth it read. Totally didn't just sit here for three hours to read it.. Def check it out, but beware of triggers for gore, angst, and disabilities. (It ends on a good note though 👍)

glass turtles

verse: 2003 rating: t words: 24k

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Donnie tears off his makeshift gloves with a wet sounding pop, all the air once stuffed in his lungs rushing out of him at like a deflated balloon when he announces to the room in a raspy, tremulous voice,

“I’m done. I’ve done all that I can do.”

Raphael, who’s been standing by his side for the last four and a half hours, has paled, all the green spilling from his skin like a pen that’d long since ran out of ink, his hands shaking like the beginnings of a seizure creeping up on him; Donnie worries for a moment as he watches him carefully, afraid that he might work himself into actually passing out on the floor.

Instead he’s stealing himself, a white knuckled grip on the edge of the steel table in front of them both, wearing a grim smile that doesn’t even make it halfway across his face before he’s soundlessly making his way towards the office chair in the corner and dropping into it with a heavy, shaky breath that sounds like it’s one he’s been holding onto for some time.

“You did good, Don,” comes Leo’s scratchy, raw voice. A chance glance upwards and Donnie would note that his brother's eyes, normally so stoic and sharp and alert were now brimmed with a hue of purple rings, like fresh bruises, tumid from the weighty toll of his newfound grief.

His face is gaunt like he’d dropped about ten pounds of weight in the space of just one night. There’s still pink blood stains smeared sticky across his plastron, crawling up his arms and his neck, drying in three fingered swipes that makes his stomach roll with a sudden queasiness.

He doubts his brother is even aware of it being there, painted across him like that.

“I. Uh. Yeah, thanks,” is all Donnie is able to say in response. He feels void of any possible remaining energy he possesses still. His bones feel heavy like lead, causing his body to bow like a weak, old branch. His eyes tiredly skate across the room. They fall heavy on the cot bed that holds his other remaining brother.

“You need to eat,” Leo says suddenly, appearing at his side in an instant. Or maybe Donnie had just been staring so long that he hadn’t heard him moving towards him, he can’t be sure. His throat is tight and each breath that squeezes past the lump there comes and goes with a tremendous effort.

“M’not hungry,” is Donnie’s quick knee jerk reaction response. He needs to stay. He needs to monitor his brother. Just a few hours ago he had his hands holding together his skull. His brain seeping between his fingers like unset jello. His heart had— his heart had stopped. Over and over again. Donnie couldn’t leave now.

The mere thought of food makes his stomach roll. He can’t eat. He doesn’t think he’ll ever eat again. He’s already made peace with that.

“Don?” Comes Raph’s voice from across the room, tentative and slow. It draws his attention towards him, watching where he’s slumped over in his chair like he’d just woken from a long, restless nap.

“Don, c’mon. Rest. Please.” His eyes are wet with fresh tears, his face already stained from the previous. His hands are still shaking, the tremor working its way through every nerve beneath his skin. Donnie briefly wonders why he isn’t shaking too.

Had he gone completely numb?

He doesn’t get a chance to vocalize his protest a second time, this time hands are moving across his shoulders, making him flinch before he feels the pad of Leo’s thumb work itself in small circles across his scales. He’s guiding him out of the lab before he can try and fight him on it, steered right towards the couch where Raph has already beat them to it with a pillow and a blanket.

“We’ll take turns checking on him,” Leo assures him as he practically pushes him back to sit. “You need to rest, Don. You don’t even need to sleep, just lie flat and close your eyes for a bit, okay?”

As soon as his shell hits the soft plush of their couch, Raph is dragging the old moth bitten blanket up over him, stopping short at his chin. Up close, both brothers have a thick coppery smell about them, and Don supposes he’s probably got the same stink on him too, having failed to wash it off from himself at all. 

He doesn’t have the heart to tell them both, though. They’ve been through enough tonight. 

“I’ll wake you if we need you,” comes Leo’s empty promise. Don doubts that he will, knowing his older brothers they’ll sit virtue in that lab without him for the sake of letting him rest, but Donnie also doubts he’ll be able to find sleep so easily after tonight, so it will only be a matter of time before he’s joining them.

He simply hums as if to pacify them both.

Raph flips the switch for the main light, blanketing the room in darkness, but with his finely tuned ninja skill, he’s able to watch the shape of his brothers as they shift out of the room, hushed voices only heard with a strained, precise ear.

“What do we do now, Leo?” Comes Raphael’s voice, laced with unbridled fear. It forces Donnie’s gut into a hard, unmoving knot. 

“I have no idea, Raph,” comes Leo’s wavering response. “We just wait. Together.”

continue reading on ao3!

This is gonna HURT

I’d like to emphasize that this is another dream sequence, this won’t ever actually happen. Home’s doing it on purpose 😌

Dick was the last to be adopted, Jason became the black sheep post-resurrection, Tim made himself Robin, Damian was dropped in Gotham after ten years of being kept secret, Cass possesses killer instincts that run counter to Batman's philosophy, Duke is a meta whose parents are still alive (albeit jokerized), and Steph has zero legal connections to the Waynes. All of the batkids have reason to believe they're the only one Bruce doesn't want around and Bruce is unaware of the problem because they don't vocalize it not just out of the usual emotional constipation, but also a deep-seated fear of being proven right. In this essay, I will—

Hey puddles

Drawing TCO every day till an avi on vrchat i want comes out: Day 22

Drawing TCO every day till an avi on vrchat i want comes out: Day 20 (The Swings were our favorite spot)

Drawing TCO every day till an avi on vrchat i want comes out: Day 14

Is that yellow being dragged

" Did you have to knock him out?"

"Would you rather him struggle the whole way?"

hey. probably the most banal question, but—.. does Natt have any relatives? or a sisters and brothers?

Banal? I think you just asked a very critical question dude...

Also the numbered text in the last image is the same text as the encryption in the last question post.

Can we see a fic with Sniper angst? He's my skrunkle and I want to put him in a blender.

[𝖨𝗍'𝗌 𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾!𝖧𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀!💀🌌]

𝖶𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗎𝗉 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗉𝗌𝖾.

✩ Tf2 Sniper [warning: angst, mentions of death, blood, respawn effect ]

Cold wind blow at Sniper's face as he walked back to his van after successful misson on Double Corss. It was tough battle, they were close to loosing this one, fortunately Scout manage to secure intelligence at the last second. It was one of the longest battles for Sniper yet, his back was full on new scars from Spy's butterfly knife, his hands were tried from constantly reloading his rifle. Finally he opened doors to his van, and put away his tools. He was too tried to take a bath, his muscles refused to do any task, rest was the only thing his body craved. Sniper took his battle uniform off, to change to something more light. After he changed, without a thought he layed down on his bed, closing his tried eyes and falling asleep.

Suddenly Sniper woke up to loud bang outside. Without a thought he grabed his kukri and slowly opened the door. He walked outside, shaking a bit from cold, looking aroud the source of loud noise. It was hard to see anything because around him thick fog started to form. He shook his head, before mumbling to himself.

"It was probably a wind..."

He turned around but this time bang was louder. He turned around quickly and noticed someone running away, without a thought Sniper run after them. Who was that? Was it Scout trying to prank him? Someone from the BLU Team wanting to take a revenge on him? He run, as fast as could, his vision focused on mysterious figure, when suddenly he triped over something. He was already pissed that someone woke him up in the middle of the night, and that someone just got away with it, so he quickly stood up and kicked whatever made him trip. At this moment his rage evaporated, as he looked down at the thing that made him fall. It was...his own dead body. He backed away and stepped into puddle of blood. He turned around only to see his body penetrated by the arrow, pinned to the wall as blood was dripping down on dark wooden floor. Sniper froze in place, i mean what would you do if you saw your own body like this? This is when he heard another bang, this time it was closer. In that moment another body feel through the doorframe, with bullet hole in his chest, choking on it's own blood before freezing in place, with eyes staring straight at the floor. Sniper backed away, not sure what to do. What to do? Run. Run! This is what was in Sniper's head right now, he needed to run to hide, to survive. Each step he took, another bang was heard, and another body apeared in front of him. His body. Dead body. He noticed an old wooden door in front of him. As he run towards them he heard footsteps behind him, getting closer and closer, as if someone or something was chasing after him. He heard a bang and bullet missed his ear by inch. Someone was shooting at him! He ran, as fast as he could, just to reach that door, to hide, to take cover, anything! Finally he managed to close door behind him, he quickly formed small blockade with wooden boxes he found to prevent whoever was after him to enter the room.

He looked around, noticing he was in the respawn room. It was always the safe place for his team, place where they can heal or gather necessary things, argue, plan things but now, he was there alone. Only noise he heard was air blowing from the ventilation system. He never wondered before how it all works, how is it possible that he can just apear again, alive and continue to live as if death didn't exist for him, but the longer he stood in that room, the more he craved the answer. Small drop of water feel on his head, then another...and another. He looked up, to see broken pipe, bit also something next to it. A fuse box, stuck to the ceiling with warning sign painted on it. Sniper reached his hand up and opened it revealing- a button. A simple red button. He wanted to press it- but... should he? What does it even do? Is it worth to take the risk? But he had to know....he needed to know how is possible that each time bullet takes his life away, he always manages to come back as if nothing had happened. Silence filled the room, air blowing from the ventilation, drops continuing to fall on his head, as he slowly moved his hand close to the button. Drop....drop....drop.....

. . .

He did it.

Sniper was hold his hand up, after pressing the button. He looked around wondering if this action changed anything but nothing was happening for a long while. This is when something started to drop on his face again, it wasn't pure and clean like water, instead it was dark and red...it was blood. The button he pressed started to melt, soon falling on his face as if someone pour bucket of water at him. He rub hands against his face to rub it off, cursing as his vision now turned red.

When he finnaly was able to see he realized he was outside again, now surrounded not by two or four corpses, but hundreds of them, all in deferent positions, all killed in deferent ways. This is when he heard a whistling behind him, he turned around to see figure walking towards him. Each step figure made was filling Sniper with fear. Why? Why was he so scared of it? He is a mercenarie, a hired killer! So why is he so scared of....dying. he died before so why is he so scared of it now. Maybe it was a thought he held in his head for a really long time, a scenario he wanted to hide deep in his head, wishing to never consider such possibility again but here it was again this sick question in his brain, scenario what if. And as he started at that figure approaching him he asked himself: What if I won't come back this time?

BANG

Bullet missed his cheek by inches, forcing Sniper to back away. He left fear for the first time, realising what he has done. He needs to run. RUN! He isn't going to respawn again, when he is shoot he is dead, there is no coming back, only....nothing. Sniper run as fast as he could stepping over his own corpses, splashing his boots in the puddles of blood. He noticed something in front of him, it was his van! All he needed to do is to get inside, start the engine, drive away and he will be safe again. Soon he felt something grabbing his leg. When he looked down he noticed it was one of hia corpses, then another one moved reaching for his arm. It didn't take long for Sniper to realized that they all are moving towards him, screeching and screaming at the same time. He panicked and started to run again, this time faster than before, struggling to move as another hand grabbed him by his arms or legs pulling him back. It went for so long... so agonising long... for Sniper it felt as if he was running for hours, he was close yet so far away from his only way out of this situation, each step feeling more and more heavy when suddenly he was pulled back with great force. He was pinned to the ground, as mysterious figure who was hunting all this time walked up to him, holding the same kukri he walked out with outside. He looked up only to see huge knife swing up and with all force down, slashing his neck. One swing, two swing, blood splashed everywhere. Sniper let out loud scream of pain, scared of what's to come. He can't respawn, he won't be able to come back. There was no going back, all he could do now was to close his eyes...

When he opened them again he was greet with....nothing. Nothing but black void. He couldn't move, he couldn't breathe. He felt like fire was burning his skin off, like he was drowing in deepest part of the sea, alone, helpless. Make it stop, MAKE IT STOP! What is this place?! It's agony to be here! LET HIM GO!

"DON'T LET ME DIE!" Sniper screamed. He quickly stood up hitting his head on the ceiling of the van. He took a deep breath, slowly realizing that is now back in his bed, sweating, tears runing down his cheeks, heart beating wildly. Was it- another hallucinations? Sniper pinched himself, once, twice, then he hit his arm over to wall. Yup, this pain was real, he was real, he wasn't dead. For a while Sniper sit on his bed, staring at the floor, breathing in and out to calm himself or at least understand what was that. A nightmare. It was a all a dream, it wasn't real.

He spend another thirty minutes, laying down on bed thinking about it, soon slowly forgetting most of this nightmare. He began to wonder what caused this? Overworking? Stress? A warning? Or maybe his consciousness I tried to tell him something...

At this point Sniper was too tried to think about it any longer, he decided to go back to sleep, this time, fortunately, not getting any nightmares for the rest of the night, which was good, because he needed to wake up to his job tomorrow, to start the cycle of fighting, dying respawning again. And again...and again....and again....and again....and again....and again.

[This request was something deferent for me, it was the first time for me to write something like that so I do hope you liked this story and it's theme 💀]

My thoughts on the 'Happy ending AU’

   As much as we all like to imagine a universe where Loki survives Thanos and joins the Avengers in some ‘good ending’ plot line... I genuinely don’t think he’d be an Avenger for very long, if at all.

   Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying he can’t ‘be a good guy’ or anything, but I can’t see him being an Avenger. Not only because of his bad rap with earth, not only because Thor is involved and their relationship is rocky at best, but because of the other characters.

   I have no problem believing that Bucky, Steve, Thor, Vision, and maybe Bruce (Seeing Ragnarok) would be willing to give him a chance. Strange and T’challa... maybe, if simply because they weren’t really involved with/aware of his ‘mishaps’ in New York. However, the others? ...I genuinely can’t see them being too welcoming to him. Especially Tony, Clint, Pietro, and Wanda. 

   The situation with New York I imagine would hit a little too close to home for Wanda and Pietro, so they’d at the very least be wary of him at first. Tony and Clint on the other hand, would be unabashedly cold to him. I can see Tony even borderline bullying him sometimes. (Using him as a punching bag because he was the root cause of his trauma from NY? Maybe not purposefully, but I can see him subconsciously targeting him for that reason.)

   Other characters like Sam, Peter P, and Scott would probably only have known him through the news and other things detailing the events of the disaster, so would most likely see him as a terrorist. I don’t think I need to explain why that would cause some issues.

   Because of this animosity, I don’t see Loki being able to be an Avenger. Not because they wouldn’t try, but because Loki just wouldn’t be able to stomach the treatment he’d be levied. 

   Honestly, he might be similar to Natasha in that regard. Wanting to ‘clear his ledger’ and believing that joining a group of ‘heroes’ would help him redeem himself. Only this time, instead of it being filled with hydra members, it’s filled with people who treat him just like everyone in Asgard did when he was growing up.

   A chance he’d be given, but some characters would give it reluctantly, and some would keep treating him like a criminal until he eventually just gave up and left. 

   Dunno, that’s just how I see it. Don’t let me ruin your fun though, a ‘happy ending’ is definitely deserved for all of these characters, so feel free to disregard this little angsty headcanon of mine, lol.

   Also, if you disagree and think I’m mis-characterizing someone or missing a piece of info, feel free to explain why. I like having discussions about stuff like this, haha. ^v^

Letters

Ships: Prinxiety, Platonic Moxiety, platonic analogical, platonic dukexiety, brotherly anxceit

Warning: Cursing, Angst, Crying, Hearts Broken, Leaving people behind, Remus and Deceit are in this story! But they aren't the bad guys!

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The other sides can't stop crying. They were all broken.

Virgil left. Their Virgil. His Virgil.

The emo left. Their emo left. His emo left.

Anxiety is gone. But how? When? Where? Why?

--

11 a.m.

Patton was still waiting. Logan insisted they eat early. Patton was confused, Virgil wasn't usually this late. Is he okay? What did Patton do? Did another fight happen? What happened? Did something go wrong? Did Patton do anything? Did Pa-

Patton was cut short with a hand rubbing his back. He couldn't tell who was in front of him, the tears in his eyes made it blurry. He could hear well though. "--tton. Tap once if you could hear me." The voice said, taking hold of Patton's hand.

Patton tapped and felt the hand. "Logan." He thought to himself as he felt the bracelet he gave him. "Okay. I need you to breathe Patton. In for 4, hold for 8, out for 7." Patton was having a hard time breathing but Logan tapping the beat on his hand helped.

Patton could breathe and see properly now. "Wh-what happened?" Patton asked, wiping away the tears. "You started hyperventilating. That's not usually normal with you." Logan remarked, giving Patton a few tissues.

Patton nodded and started fidgeting with his sweater. Roman came down and sensed the tension between the two. Roman nodded at Logan and sat at far end of the table. "Sooo, no Virgil yet?" Roman asked, tilting his head.

Patton sniffled and nodded. Logan sighed and put an arm around Patton and squeezed him a bit. "Everything will be okay. And Roman? Will it be okay if you check on Virgil? He is usually not this late." Logan said.

Roman nodded and made his way up to Virgil's room. He knocked the black door that was decorated with purple that said "Virge" in his handwriting. "Weird." Roman told himself. He knocked twice now.

Thrice.

Four times.

5 times.

He grew impatient and jiggled the door knob. He was threw the door open and was met with nothing but a dark room. He opened the lights and scanned the room. "Virgil?" He called out. Roman groaned and called out again. "Virge? this isn't funny. Patton isn't gonna be happy."

He stepped inside and checked his room for Virgil. Nothing seemed out of place. His guitar case was in it's usual spot. He checked Virgil's private rest room. No foggy mirror. The bed was messy. It was usually made.

"Virge? ....Virgil?" Roman called out, before checking the drawers. He found 3 envelopes(ah shit here we go-), one in dark blue with Logan's name, one in pastel blue with Patton's and one in res, with Roman's name. Roman's eyes widened. "Shit shit shit shit Virgil no please don't do this to us." Roman said, running out.

"Logan! Patton! Shit Virgil don't do this to us." Roman shouted, going down two steps at a time. "Did something wrong happen?" Patton asked. Roman panted and nodded as he gave out the letters.

"I don't understand, why did he write us letters? Is he showing us his love? Was he in the room?" Logan asked, inspecting the envelope. "Okay specs so he's not showing us his love and no, he was not in his room." Roman said, panting.

"Then..what's wrong?" Patton asked, concern in his voice. Roman raked a hand through his hair and began telling them.

--

"Hey, Roman? What's the best way to tell someone you're leaving them?" Virgil asked, breaking the silence. They were stargazing in their imagination. Roman faced Virgil and raised an eyebrow.

"You planning to leave us Emo Knightmare?" Roman asked, concerned. "Oh! No no no! I just had the question because uh, I'm wondering, is there any way we can tell someone that we're leaving without hurting them?" Virgil clarified, smiling awkwardly.

Roman nodded and looked back at the stars. "Well, you will hurt them really. It's hard to focus because you know you're going to hurt them. But, if I were to do if, which I won't, I would write a letter really. I don't want them to chase after me and all that." Roman said. Virgil nodded and faced back at stars.

"Hey Ro?"

"Yeah Virge?"

"Thanks for being a really nice friend, I'm sorry for calling you nicknames and all that." Virgil said, facing Roman.

Virgil chuckled and smiled softly. "Same goes to you V. Past is past, we're friends now." Roman said. Smiling.

But

He still never gets hurt.

He's broken and Virgil doesn't knows.

--

Patton felt tears going down his cheeks. Logan was shocked. Roman is...broken, really frustrated.

"No no no no no Virgil. No. No!" Patton said, letting his head down and letting his tears roll down his face. "..Roman? Did you know?" Logan asked, hugging Patton tighter. "No, I didn't I- I didn't mean- I just- I never wanted to give him id-ideas, Logan, P-patton, I'm so- I'm so sorry." Roman stuttered, panicking more and more.

Patton looked back up and opened his arms and let Roman fall into his touch. "I'm really- really so-sorry I- I'm very sorry, please fo-forgive me guys!" Roman said, starting to panic. "Ro, breathe, 4, 8, 7, continue that." Logan said, grabbing Roman's hand and tapping the beat on his hand.

Roman's breathing slowed down but he was still panicking. "I-i think we should read these. Privately, but f-first, we should, see if he's with the others." Patton suggested, rubbing Roman's back. Roman nodded and Logan gave a thumbs up.

"You two should rest, I'll go ask. For now, stay safe." Logan assured, closing his eyes and sinking out. He opened up his eyes as he heard a voice say "Logan!" He looked around. "Remus' room." He thought. "Logie! What are you doing here specs?" Remus exclaimed, placing his deodorant on the side.

"Ah Remus. I have a question. Have you seen Virgil? He isn't in our area and he left us notes and we thought he was wi-" Logan said, before being cut off by the door being swung open by Deceit. He looked at Remus, whose smile fell and Deceit, who was not wearing his usual outfit.

(How did Deceit open the door in time well- that's a story for another day-)

"Okay wait wait wait! You got the letters too? Logan, thank god." Deceit exclaimed, making his way towards both. "Wait..how did he give you the letters, may I ask?" Logan said, gesturing to a dark green envelope on the side. "I-i'm not sure. I woke up and found these next to me." Remus said.

Logan nodded and paced the room. "Have you read them yet?" Logan asked, ignoring the feeling of panic growing in his chest. Remus shook his head and Deceit sat down beside Remus, putting an arm around him.

"Ah, I suggest you read them privately. But if uh, your feelings, get in the way. Ask for help." Logan said, looking back at Remus and Deceit. Remus was crying now and Deceit's eyes were teary eyed.

"I- I just- I really miss him Logan. I kn- I know that it doesn't se-seem like that. He- he would be the- there for me and D-dee. We-we would play and lau-laugh.. He- he was our be- ..." Remus choked out, tears falling more and more. "He was our best friend." Deceit said, finishing the sentence for Remus.

Logan sighed softly and nodded. "I-i know..he was like a brother to me. He was a nice friend. I'll leave you guys for now. Farewell." Logan said, smiling softly and sinking out. He was able to catch Deceit's thank you before sinking out.

--

Logan rose up and looked down to see a note on the kitchen table.

"Hey Logie! Roman and I are in our rooms. We decided to take a break before reading our letters! We'll start reading them at around 1 p.m.! I think you should do the same! Bye!

~ Patton & Ro"

Logan smiled and took his letter out from his pocket. He made his way up the stairs. He entered his room and tossed the letter on his desk. He plopped himself on his chair and looked at the clock.

"12:59"

Logan waited until it hit 1 and took the letter. Roman was on the floor, taking out the letter from it's envelope. Patton was lying down on his bed, doing the same thing. Deceit was in the other side's kitchen. Remus was in his room.

(From here, this is gonna be what it says in their letters! Enjoy <3)

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Dear Logan,

   Hey L. I'm really sorry for doing this to you. To Dad. To Ro. I'm very sorry. You may not see me telling you I'm sorry or anything, but I am. You're like a brother to me. You're smart, funny, savage. You're just cool. You're talking confuses me sometimes but that doesn't matter.

   You say you don't have "feelings" but deep down, you do. Do me a favor and try and find them. You're more than what you think Lo. You're doing well Lo. You're amazing. You're kind. You're smart. You care. You take your time to talk to me.Take care of Pat for me please. Stay safe. Love ya bro. I'll return soon. Just need time.

                                                    ~Virgil.

--

Hey Remus,

    How's Deceit doing? Hope the snake dude is doing good! Hey, I'm really sorry okay? Remus, i know you really scared Thomas last episode but, he will accept you. Thomas isn't going to hate you forever. Sure, it might take some time. But, he will. Lessen the gore and dirty jokes a little though.

Patton learned to deal with you too.

   He said that you may be too out-going but that's what makes you you. You don't have a filter but you're amazing the way you are. Your jokes make me crack up. You're sweet and you try your best. Thank you Re, thank you. Have fun and continue being cool.

Love ya trash man. I'm gonna return, not any time soon though.

                                                      ~Virgil.

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Dear Deceit,

    Hey Dee. I miss you. A lot. It doesn't seem like that all the time but I do. I miss you a whole lot. The light sides know. They care about my decision. They make me feel better like you did. You're cool Dee. Thomas will accept you. You may seem scary at first but that's okay.

    I've been with you for years and I know that you aren't just a liar. You're a friend. A brother. A hero. You're not always a villain. You and Remus were never the villians. You're not one of the dark sides. You're like us.

    I love you guys alot. You guys deserve the best in this world. You guys are really cool. Let no one tell you otherwise. Thanks for being there for me when I need it. Love ya big bro. I'll return and give you the biggest hug. I just don't want to right now.

                                                     ~Virgil.

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Dear Dad,

   Pat, I'm really sorry. Please forgive me. I'm very sorry. You didn't deserve this but this seemed right for me. You're amazing. Your puns make me laugh. You make a wonderful friend Patton. You deserve a "Patt-on" the back for that. I'm glad you learned how to accept Remus and Dee.

   You don't know how much that means to me. You're really loving and caring. I hope you take care of yourself more. Your feelings aren't stupid or dumb. They matter a lot. You make an amazing dad. Your cooking is delicious. You treat us like we're your kids.

  Patton. I love you dad. Take care of yourself too. Love ya. Keep being awesome. famILY. I'll come back,  not soon though.

                                                      ~Virgil

--

Dear Roman,

  Roman..i'm really sorry. Please please please, forgive me. You're a really cool guy. You may not think the same but I do. Patton does. Logan does. Deceit does. Thomas does. Even Remus does. You're a lovable dork and that's why you're my closest friend.

  You deserve the world Princey. You're amazing. You're cool. You're sweet. Kind. Wonderful. Smart. You're YOU Roman. You're "Really Obviously Mascular And Nice". R-O-M-A-N. I'm glad that we moved our differences away. Sureee, call me out for being cliche. But I'm saying the truth.

  You are my best friend. Patton is my dad. Logan is like my brother. Deceit IS my brother. Remus is also my friend.  But you, you're my closest friend. My friend. The friend who would look out for me when the others are away.

  Roman, I'm sorry but I can't keep my feelings away now. I like love you Roman. I always have. Not the best friend love. Love. Love as in late cuddle sessions and movie nights. Roman. I love you, Roman. I'm sorry that you have to go through this, really I am. But this is what feels right for me, and I hope you understand. I understand if you can't forgive or if you don't love me. I really do.

 For now stay safe, this isn't the end. I'll return. Just not soon. Te amo con todo mi corazón.

                                  Lots of l♡ve, Virgil

--

Silence fills the whole mindscape. Nothing but silence. A pin could drop and everyone would hear. No one dare moves.

Patton's the first to break. He bursts into tears and holds a patch from Virgil's jacket that came with the letter close to him.

Remus follows next. His sobs get louder as he slowly brings up the patch of Virgil's jacket to get a better look at.

 Deceit is next, unable to let go of the patch of his little brother's jacket. Every sob came with more pain than the last. It just hurts.

Logan has never felt so broken in his entire life. His whole body shook with choked out sobs as he buries his hair in his hands, staring at the patch in his lap.

Roman, Roman couldn't breathe. He loved Virgil. Virgil was his dream. Roman shook his head in disbelief as his shaky hands held the final patch in his hand. Every sob came faster than the last.

And there left the sides. Missing the only thing that held them together. Patton's son. Remus' best friend. Logan's best friend. Deceit's little brother. Roman's love. Virgil is gone.

 When would he come back? And...will he keep to his word?

--

WOW THAT WAS A RIDEEEEE! First time writing angst, so sorry if it's kinda bad! But liek, did I break your hearts? If I did, I apologize bUT I WANTED TO TRY AND ANGST-

Also sorry for the hella long post!

Anywaysss-

@thesentientmango @the-fangirl-sunstorm @actslikeacat @spoopy-kusuri @books-andbiscuits @flowersandskeletons

Is it okay? Or anything? Pleaseee leaave a comment! I like to hear your opinions! But go easy on me!

some stuff :3 mostly Khan angst

been drawing a lot of doodles on stickey notes lol

he’s supposed to look like he’s having a panic attack here lmao- /lh

(yes, that is N btw, lol) this one is more playing with the plot and testing out possible ideas/scenarios kinda thing lol. N is such a good boy, he would give literally anyone a hug. /pos

also this is not a ship or anything plz do not tag as such. /srs ( I am a fan of crack-ships, but just not the one to make them. /gen )

Probably a necessary disclaimer once again;

STFU CREEPS, THAT IS NOT UZI.

anyway,,, a little Khori fluff :3

also the full ver. below

Das it lol

A/N: Basically Khan this entire fic;

“I AM AT MY FU*KING LIMIT-“

(I am fr putting this man THROUGH IT- /lh /silly)

Anyway- H I. I wrote another Khori fic bc I am incapable of stopping. /lhj

Enjoy ig lol. /lh

-Ruf >:3

Hanging By A Thread

A Murder Drones Khori (Khan x Nori) fan fiction one-shot.

TRIGGER/CRINGE WARNING: light angst, swearing

Khan finally gets home after a long day— a very, very… long day. His first and only priority was to go to his room. Right now, he doesn't have the energy to want to do anything else.

Khan practically instantly drops his smile as soon as he gets into the bedroom. He took a deep breath in, and released a sharp, drawn-out sigh while slumping against the door.

Khan crossed his arms tightly against his midriff. He stared at the ceiling of the small room with his head tilted slightly upwards.

As the empty air of the room became filled only with the sounds of silence, Khan started to go through his memory files to recollect the day. He had nothing else better to do right now, anyway. Why not waste his time some more?

When he was finished with his task, Khan yet again tried to find a distraction to help ignore... less important things.

Khan sighed sharply. He sluggishly stepped over to about towards the middle of the room and sat down defeatedly at the end of the bed.

Khan stayed still.....until he couldn’t. His head started to hurt.

“Fucking hell.. why now..?!” Khan thought.

And just as soon as he thought that things couldn’t get any worse--

{{ LOW BATTERY : YOU DIDN’T SLEEP, IDIOT }}

Khan grumbled. He moved the alert to the side. He ignores it. Like always.

“Ugggghhh…. You frickin’ idiot....” Khan held his face in his hands, noticeably slurring his speech.

First, random body aches, then it turns out that he’s running on low power. No wonder he feels like sh-

Knock, Knock.

The sudden noise made Khan feel like his core nearly jumped out of his chest.

Khan sighed. He stood up and lazily shuffled to the door.

It was revealed that Nori was patiently waiting on the other side. Khan immediately perked up when he saw that it was her.

“Oh-! Uh- Hey, Nori.” Khan said stiffly.

Nori had a calm smile on her face.

“Hey. You alright..?” She asked.

“U-Uh-!! G-Great!! Doing good!” Khan stammered while struggling to keep eye contact.

Nori raised an unamused eyebrow.

“YYYYeahhhhh.... I don't think you’re even sure about that, buddy.” She cracked a cheeky smirk.

Khan blushed. Partially flustered but mostly embarrassed.

If he truly wanted to fool Nori, Khan would have to think of something better than whatever the hell that was.

“You gonna let me in the room now orrrr…?” Nori teased.

“Oh! Uh, y-yeah, s-sorry.” Khan chuckled awkwardly.

Nori stepped past while the door behind her closed.

“Now.” Nori began. “You wanna tell me what’s up with you?”

Khan forced a smile.

“What do you mean? Nothing's up!”

Like always, Nori was not buying anything.

Khan dropped his façade. “Ugh.. f-fine… if you wanna know so badly, I’m not doing very well right now, okay?” He sounded defensive.

Nori tisked. “Mmm-hmm. Exactly what I’m talkin’ about.” She teased.

Khan scoffed.

“Nori, please… I’m not in the mood right now.. just leave me alone.”

Khan turned around with his arms crossed over his chest and walked a few steps away.

A short moment of silence followed.

Nori chuckled softly. She walked up to Khan and hugged him from behind.

“No need to go full-edge on me, big man. You know you don’t have to be ‘ the tough guy ’ around me.” She said.

Khan tried to take a breath in, but instead, it hitched. He put a hand over his mouth.

Well, shit. He did not mean to make that sound…

“And you said you were doing just fine, huh?” Nori said.

Khan blushed. Ashamed, but he paid no attention to Nori’s teasing.

“N-Nori, I-I c-can’t j-just—“

“It’s okay. I don’t mind.” Nori cut Khan off—knowing exactly what he was going to say without even finishing his sentence.

Khan felt the lump form in his throat. He finally gave in and released his tears— not even sobbing, just.. allowing them to flow.

Khan sighed.

“I-I’m sorry I just…I’ve been… really stressed out lately… cause I’m really busy and....”

His voice cracked.

“I’ve been.. feeling so tired… but.... sleep doesn’t feel like it’s helping.. a-anymore.... and.... I-I don’t know what to do....”

Nori lifted her head.

“It sounds like to me that you’re feeling a little burnt out.” She said, “You’ve been focusing on nothing but your work, why not focus on yourself for a little while? You deserve a break. Don't cha think?”

Khan sniffed. “I… I guess so, but… I can’t...”

Nori raised a brow. “Why not?” She asked.

“Cause I… I-I dunno.. I just… It’s important and.... there are people counting on me.. a-and I don’t even have the time for myself.” Khan replied.

“You’re thinking too hard, dummy.” Nori chuckled softly. She gave Khan one last gentle squeeze before pulling away.

“Some days are just harder than others… And that’s okay!” Nori added. She stepped in front of Khan.

“Hows’ about this?” Nori began.

“You take it easy for the rest of the day, and tomorrow you can take the day off.”

Khan flinched. “B-But I-!!”

“No buts!!” Nori interrupted. “Your well-being is more important! Got that..?” Her tone softened a bit on those last two words.

“Okay.” Khan sighed.

“Good.” Nori smiled. “Now would ya stop crying already??!”

Nori wiped underneath Khan’s eyes.

“Sorry, Sorry! I can’t help it sometimes.” Khan chuckled awkwardly.

Nori raised a playful brow and held a slight, cocky smirk on her face.

Fin~

A/N: Yoooooo another Khori fic?? LESGOOO!!!

Uh.. *ahem* tagging some ppl that might be interested in this don’t mind me- @traumatizedartist @emophobix

Uhh, anyway-

enjoy the fic!!

-ruf >:3

Always Here For You

A Murder Drones Khori (Khan x Nori) one-shot fan fiction

TRIGGER/CRINGE WARNING: angst, hurt/comfort, swearing <—(literally only one word is said, but just in case lol-)

It has been a while since Khan has been in his room, and Nori was starting to get worried. She didn’t want to check on him just yet, just in case he was asleep, but Nori’s concerns got the better of her.

She’s just going to see if he’s okay, and that’s all…

- - -

Nori stood in front of the bedroom door. She knocked softly.

No response.

Well, that’s not good…

Nori entered the room rather quickly.

“Khan...? Are you alright in he-”

She stopped mid-sentence.

The room was relatively quiet— only occupied by the sound of silence, or the soft hum of the buzzing fluorescent lights in the room.

The only ‘real’ noise that could be heard was what sounded like.. breathing. But not like– ‘normal’ breathing sounds. It sounded more inconsistent— frantic. Almost like someone’s breath was… hitching..?

….

The realization hit harder than expected.

Khan was laying in bed and had hid himself underneath a blanket. It seemed like he didn’t even notice that Nori was in the room.

“….Khan..?”

The soft call of Nori’s voice appeared to have gotten Khan’s attention.

He slightly lifted the covers just so only his face was visible. His gaze was locked onto Nori for a short moment. He looked away— almost… shamefully…

Nori slowly stepped a little closer.

“What’s the matter, sweetheart..?” She asked.

Nori crouched down in front of Khan— as if a way to show that she was ready to listen.

Khan managed to get a few words out—

“I dunno.. I just- I-I all of the sudden felt.... really sad...” He said, “S-So I… I-I came in here…”

Nori furrowed her brows.

“Why in here all by yourself..?” She asked with genuine concern in her voice.

“I didn’t wanna bother you…” Khan sighed while sitting up effortlessly .

“ ‘Bother me’…? ” Nori asked.

“Y-Yeah, I.. I didn’t think it was worth annoying you about…” Khan confirmed weakly.

‘Annoying’..?

....

Nori almost flinched.

“W-Wait… you’ve been… crying in here alone… because you’re afraid to bother me..?”

Khan’s eyes hollowed. He looked away with an embarrassed blush on his cheeks.

It didn’t take long for her to put the pieces together. She had heard enough.

Nori sighed.

The motion was quick, and loose— zero hesitation in her movement. Nori threw her arms tightly around Khan.

During that moment, Khan didn’t know what to think, or how to react. For now, he returned the hug.

Khan tried everything he could to distract himself. Like gently stroking Nori’s hair through his fingers, or– just literally anything that could distract himself from the spiraling thoughts that overwhelmed him in his mind. But… He tried. He really did try.

Khan began to tremble. He let out a small whimper—a weak, humiliating, pathetic noise that he could never allow anyone to see come from him.

“It’s okay.. just let it out...” Nori spoke in the softest, most comforting voice she could muster.

Almost in an instant, Khan released everything he had been holding back into the crook of Nori’s neck.

“Theeeere ya go…” Nori soothed, “..that’s it… that’s it....”

Khan was practically unintelligible— a weak, “I’m so sorry…” was all that Nori could make out through his trembling voice.

And his voice.. oh, his voice…

Khan usually always has a bright, cheerful tone to him, regardless of the situation. Always finding a way to stay positive.

But now..?

It doesn’t even sound like him.

His voice sounded broken. It was so off-putting, unnatural even, to say the least to see him like this. It’s like it was coming from a completely different person.

And the worst part of all of this.. is that Nori couldn’t do anything to help.

It pained her to see Khan like this. Barely comprehensible and apologizing profusely.

Honestly, she was sorry too.

It felt like forever, but Khan eventually started to calm down.. er- kind of.

Khan still clung on tightly to Nori— his eyes fixed on the ground.

Nori was scared to make a move, just in case Khan didn’t want to pull away yet, but she slowly lifted him off of her. Thankfully, Khan didn’t seem to be resisting.

Both drones faced each other. Nori locked her gaze onto Khan’s eyes, but he wasn’t looking back— not even a glance.

“Hey…” Nori reached out to Khan— gently lifting his chin up and turning his head back to her.

“You never bother me. It’s okay to want or seek comfort. You’re not being weak or pathetic for feeling this way either.”

Nori wiped the tears from Khan’s eyes.

“I love you, a lot. And it hurts to see you feel the need to hide your feelings from me.”

Nori paused for a moment.

“Listen, I’m not gonna tell you to ‘just be happy’ because that’s a bullshit answer and it doesn’t help.

But.. the only thing I want you to do right now is relax. Try to calm yourself down and focus on taking deep breaths. Okay..?”

The only response that Nori received was a weak nod, but that was more than enough for her.

After that, Khan layed back down on his side but this time without a blanket covering him.

Silence fell for a few moments.

“Do you.. want me to stay in here with you?” Nori asked.

Khan sluggishly reached for Nori’s hand, but didn’t quite hold it.

Nori chuckled softly. She climbed into bed and lied down on Khan’s opposite side— gently wrapping herself around him.

“There we go. This is a lot more comfortable, right?” Nori said.

Khan gave a weak hum in response.

“Good…” Nori positioned her hands on Khan’s chest— just over his heart.

Khan gently grasped onto Nori’s hands that lovingly held him.

After what felt like forever, Khan was finally starting to calm down. For real this time. Nori just simply being there was definitely making a difference.

“Nori…?” Khan actually said something.

Nori smiled, relieved to hear Khan’s voice again—“Yeah..?”

Khan blushed sheepishly—

“Th-Thank you.. for… always forgiving me.. even…despite everything....” His voice was almost above a whisper.

“Of course I always forgive you. You’ve never had to apologize…”

She leaned the side of her head against Khan’s shoulder, allowing her eyes to fall half closed.

“…because there’s nothing to be sorry for..” Nori trailed off as she fully closed her eyes.

Khan finally smiled. “I love you, starlight...”

A breathy chuckle came from behind him.

“I love you too, sunshine.” Nori placed a gentle kiss on Khan’s cheek.

Fin~

- - -

A/N #2: Hope ya’ll enjoyed this! I hope to share more fics like this in the future!

-ruf >:3

Sadge.

[ Original sketch under the cut. ]

🤠

Don’t mind me just gonna cutely put Khori angst here- /silly

(That is not Uzi btw, you weirdos 💀💀💀)

😈

( Full page under the cut )

Yes, I did completely forgor to add “#3” to the third panel- 💀

Y’know what? Fuck it, Khan angst (+ Khori angst) info dump.

(Long ahh rambling under the cut 💀 )

Obviously when N and Uzi were confirmed to be in a relationship with one another, Nori was not happy about the idea of- y’know- her daughter dating the thing that “killed” her, (/lh) but honestly, I feel like the “grudge” that Nori held (at least how I interpret it as) wasn’t much against the fact that N’s species was literally the thing that presumably killed her, but more like a “mom going into protective mode because her daughter is dating someone who she is suspicious of because of worrying that this person is not a good influence on her kid” kinda thing.

I’d like to think, in post-canon logic, that Nori would have at some point came around because she realized how much of a positive impact N has made on Uzi’s life. How much N genuinely cares for and loves Uzi—that he is good for her.

Nori would also have eventually came around and forgave both N and V. Of course she’ll never forgive their species as a whole, but Nori understands that it wasn’t their choice— N and V are still their own people behind all the murder.

This is something Nori has at this point (at least I would hope to believe so) has long processed fully and now is at peace with. She has moved on from her past— because if she wasn’t, for example, her main focus might wouldn’t have been find the patch to save Uzi, it would have probably been destroy all the murder drones to take revenge. And plus, it has been implied already that the events of her getting attacked has an extremely long time gap between the time when the pov of Uzi in the show actually starts. She has long moved on from all of it. She’s living in the present.

So basically TL;DR,

Nori has long moved on from the events in her past. She has learned to accept what happened and moved on long ago. It’s in the past now. She can’t stay stuck in it forever.

So here is where the Khan (+ Khori angst) comes in. 😈😈😈

Like I have just stated, Nori has moved on.

But Khan… still has not.

Khan definitely has never gotten the chance to process everything that has happened in the past— he is still holding that grudge because of all the pent up rage, sadness, and guilt that he has never learned to properly process. Because of his poor coping mechanisms/skills, he bottles up— he would try everything he can to make sure no one would ever see this kind of weakness in him. Ever. He just can’t allow that. Not right now…

So I feel like the conflict between these two situations could lead up to some kind of… important plot-point!

Nori tries to help Khan move on from his past, Khan learns how to process his emotions better, and at the same time, they both develop as people and grow stronger in their relationship with one another!

Uhhh, anyway- insane yap over lmfao-

Woah- messy Khori doodles be upon ye ‼️😈

+ some angst

small message for the weirdos;

👇👇👇THIS IS NOT UZI, YA CREEPS‼️‼️‼️

(Also random two-panel comic of Khan.)

😈

:Author’s Note:

A little something that I have been hesitant and a little shy to share, but this is a fic that I wrote a few months ago at this point, and since the Khori angst comic that I teased a few weeks ago is taking longer than I thought, I decided to treat ya’ll Khori enjoyers with a little something while waiting for the finished comic.

I wanted to write a fic like this in the first place because we needed a Khan breakdown in the show (in my opinion at least), and I basically said, “Fine. I’ll do it myself~! >:3”

(This is more of a self indulgent character study if anything lol)

By the way, a little disclaimer; if the formatting, wording, or pacing seems a little off in some spots, that’s because I was VERY rusty at the time of writing this. I was just starting to get back into the rhythm of writing fics properly after not writing anything for a REALLY long time.

I hope y’all enjoy reading this fic as much as I loved writing it!!

ENJOY!!! >:]]

Breaking Point

A Khori (Khan x Nori) one shot

This story is intended to take place sometime after Episode 8 (post-canon). The Doorman’s are finally living together as a family again, and Nori has a new body now! :DD

TRIGGER/CRINGE WARNING : emotional breakdown, angst, hurt/comfort, implied self hatred, self blame, implied low self esteem, implied lack of healthy coping mechanisms/skills, repression of emotions, bottling up emotions

- - -

Nori and Uzi are having a mother-daughter conversation and Khan is observing the interaction from afar.

Khan is analyzing Nori and Uzi’s expressions— Nori is smiling wider than he’s ever seen, and Uzi is genuinely laughing. He hasn’t seen Uzi laugh like that since… forever.

Khan tries to ignore the scene, but he can’t seem to look away. He slowly walked out of the room.

Nori was happily giggling until she sensed that something in the room was off.

Nori turned her head to look at the spot where Khan was previously standing— he wasn’t there anymore. Nori’s brows furrowed.

Uzi noticed that Nori was partially turned away.

“…What’s wrong, mom?” Uzi asks.

Nori snaps out of blankly staring into nothing and realizes Uzi was talking to her.

“Oh! Uh, N-Nothing. I um…” Nori replies with a reassuring smile on her face.

She glances at the doorway to the other room— which was a very small living area. She turns back to Uzi.

“I’ll be.. right back…” Nori says.

Uzi is confused, but she doesn’t want to question it any further.

“Uh… okay.” She says.

Uzi is of course clueless as to what exactly is the problem, but she does know that Nori doesn’t stop everything like that for no reason. Whatever is going on, it can’t be something good.

Nori pops in on the side of the doorway. She sees Khan sitting quietly on one side of the couch in the small room sitting with his arms crossed— he looked distraught.

“Hey.” Nori calls.

Khan looks up.

“What’s wrong?” Nori asks.

Khan looks back down.

“It’s nothing.” He says.

Nori lifts an unamused eyebrow.

“So you’re totally fine when you suspiciously just left the room silently and now you’re sitting here in the opposite room lookin’ sad?” She asks.

Khan doesn’t respond and instead nervously glances up at Nori but then immediately looks away.

Nori is not buying it.

“Pff. Yeah, right.”

She walks over to sit next to Khan.

“Alright, what’s going on with you?”

Khan sighs before he responds.

“Why did you come back?”

Nori raises a brow.

“Because I care about you and Uzi? Frickn’ duh!”

Nori thought that her teasing would faze Khan at least slightly, but he still stayed silent. He turned further away. Khan was not in the mood for jokes.

Nori switches to a more serious tone.

“I realized that Uzi still needs me. And it was selfish of me to not come back until now.”

She scooched closer to Khan.

“Uzi still loves me, and I still love her.”

Nori pauses. Her expression softens.

“I came back because…”

She reached to gently hold Khan’s hand.

“I still love you.”

Khan was looking up at Nori but he quickly looked back down. He pulled his hand away.

“You shouldn’t..” Khan said.

Nori’s brows furrowed.

“Why..?”

She asked with a frown.

Khan tensed up.

“Because I’m a fraud…”

His voice was almost a whisper. He could barely be heard.

“What did you say-?”

Nori asked, but she was abruptly cut off.

“I SAID I’M A FRAUD!” Khan blurted out.

Nori flinched at Khan’s sudden outburst.

“Do you not understand?! I’m a horrible person!

I literally left you and Uzi for dead in some way shape or form. And do you know what my excuse was?! I blamed it on the Murder Drones!

Can’t you see?! I only care about myself! I blame all of my problems on everything but myself!

…I never deserved Uzi. I never deserved you. …I made you and Uzi’s lives a living hell. All I’ve done for both of you is make your lives unnecessarily harder.

All I am is a pathetic coward who would rather run away from their problems instead of solving them.”

Khan paused for a short moment.

“…When I saw you two laughing together, and.. being genuinely happy, it… made me see that… I can’t make Uzi happy even if I try.

I should have been the one in your place, Nori. You and Uzi would have been better off without me. …I’m sorry.”

Khan went silent again like nothing happened.

“Khan…”

Nori said.

“I know that you’ve made mistakes. But…”

She reached to hold Khan’s hand.

“That doesn’t make up who you are.

We have all done something stupid in our lives at least once.”

She humorously snorted.

“I know I have. Don’t beat yourself up about it. You set way too big of standards for yourself.

You tend to bite off more than you can chew. Trust me, I’ve seen you do that many times before.

Cut yourself some slack. I think you’ve been through enough emotional burnout for one whole week.

The whole point I'm trying to make is that..”

Nori paused for a moment. She held Khan’s hand tightly around her palms.

“You don’t need to be perfect for me to love you.”

Khan was finally fazed.

Nori continued.

“You have good intentions. You have shown me things in myself that I would have never seen if you did not come into my life. And I am incredibly grateful for that.”

Nori lowered her voice to make it sound as comforting as possible.

“You are an amazing person, Khan. And I want you to know that.”

Khan was shaken by Nori’s words.

“I..”

Nori smiled as tears formed in her eyes.

Khan’s entire body began to tremble and he panted heavily. He clutched onto his chest, and pulled his other hand away.

Khan held the side of his head. A warning symbol flashed on his visor in the place of his left eye that said, “REPRESSED EMOTIONS UNSTABLE”. His frantic panting turned into whimpering. He tilted his head down and sobbed.

Nori’s eyes hollowed for a few moments. She fully turned herself towards Khan and immediately pulled him close to her.

Khan sobbed in Nori’s arms as she gently rubbed his back.

Khan hasn’t cried like this in a very long time. He has been hiding his true emotions for way too long at this point. It was about time he broke down.

Both stayed in each other’s arms for a while. Khan eventually slowed down his sobs. He leaned against Nori’s chest, tears still streaming down his visor.

Khan blinked slowly. He looked, and felt, completely defeated. He felt like he didn’t have any energy left to cry anymore. He was exhausted— physically and emotionally.

Nori had her hand gently resting on top of his head.

“Are you okay now?” Nori asked.

“I…”

Khan paused.

“No… I-I’m not…” His voice wavered.

Khan sat up and wiped the tears from his visor. He crossed his arms against his midriff. His eyes slowly drifted away from Nori’s gaze, and he turned his head away.

“Hey.”

Nori gently turned Khan’s head towards her.

“You matter. Never forget that.”

Khan sniffed. He finally cracked a small smile.

Nori smiled back. She fully embraced Khan. He actually hugged Nori back this time. Both stayed in each other's arms.

“Nori…?” Khan mumbled.

“Yeah?” Nori replied softly.

Khan lifted his head to look into Nori’s eyes.

“Thank you.”

Nori smiled. “You’re welcome.”

She gently grabbed either side of Khan’s face and gave him a small kiss.

Khan flinched as he felt his core whir in surprise. He was blushing so hard he thought he was going to overheat.

Nori didn’t say anything else. She just smiled.

Khan finally snapped out of his flustered trance and leaned back into Nori’s arms.

Both held each other close.

Fin~

- - -

:Authors Note #2:

If you have made it to this point,

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING!! :DDD

By the way, it wasn’t mentioned in the story, but after Nori paused the conversation, Uzi decided to just end the convo there and go her separate way lol.

I was just too lazy to describe anything further without accidentally making the sequence too long or making the pacing seem stiff and awkward lmao-

Much love to y’all! <3

-ruf >:3

SaD doodle dump lessgooo

CW: some angst

these are all based off of my light ending continuation/au

also sorry about my terrible handwriting lmfao

bye lol.

Edit: I completely forgot to mention that the kid is supposed to be Harry. His character is not owned by me he belongs to Grawolfquinn.

(quinn deleted all their socials btw)

Once again, I’m bored so imma give you a random lazily rewritten version of an SaD one shot I wrote a year ago. It was originally a comic but I’m not comfortable with sharing it.

TW: Contains angst, hurt/comfort, and probably cringe.

Btw just a few fyis, “Noah” is one of the ghosts of the missing children if you were not aware. The missing children in SaD are not the same exact kids from the original fnaf. I’m apologizing in advance for my terrible writing skills. I re-use worlds like “said” and “asked” way too much. Also I made Springtrap have claws because I said so.

Anyways here it is.

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It’s almost 6 o’clock in the evening, and Harry was strangely not home from school yet. Springtrap’s separation anxiety has recently been getting worse due to his abandonment issues, and he was starting to get a little anxious. “How is Harry still not home yet??” He thought to himself. Noah was looming over Springtrap’s shoulder as usual. “You’re worried about him aren’t you?” Asked the ghost. “N-No…” Springtrap replied. Noah chuckled. “You're such a liar.” Springtrap turned around and gave Noah a very annoyed look. “Whatever…” Said Springtrap. “Chances are he probably forgot about you like Deliah.” Noah said. Springtrap visibly flinched. He remembered the time he almost hurt Deliah. This instantly triggered a panic attack. “NO HE DID NOT!” He yelled at the ghost. Noah giggled. “Wow… you’re that in denial that you’re refusing to believe that sometimes people don’t like you!”. “Shut up!!” Springtrap’s claws dug into face as he panicked even more. Just as he was overthinking everything, he heard the front door crack open. “Hey, Spring! Sorry I’m back so late.” Harry said, standing in front of the door with his backpack in his hand. He tossed his bag aside. He was going to explain his reason but was cut off by Sprigtrap hugging him. “Please don’t leave me alone that long again…” he said. Harry regained his balance and hugged back. “It’s okay… I won’t.” He replied. Springtrap suddenly burst into tears. “Hey, Hey, Hey! Wait! There’s no reason to be upset! I’m home now.” Said Harry. Springtrap could barely speak. “B-But I- I was alone… I was panicking!” he said, crying harder. “Stop being stuck on it. It's over.” Harry replied. They both pulled away. Springtrap sat down on the floor at Harry’s level and avoided eye contact. “Hey, look at me. You're okay now.” Harry reassured. Springtrap sighed. “I’m sorry…” “Don’t be sorry! Just calm down.” Harry replied. Springtrap wiped the tears off of his face. He sighed. “O-Okay…”

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Thank you for reading my dumb story lmfao