I've decided that my s/i lore is going to be told through a fic. You find out when Phillip finds out. lol Although I doubt anyone is going to read this one as I'm using my real life past for this self-insert. so there will be some content warnings. Nothing too bad just shitty parents/parenting sort of thing
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soundshapes albums that the members of The Gang are based on . if u even care
sprout:: https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PL39XMOK0xIozeUH1pS3bR-B-DohYCYOyC
thomas:: https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PL39XMOK0xIox5_ZxfzlwSVNXvVtkUnSO-
alexis:: https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PL39XMOK0xIozVBZyOrf6Gte2l2s9ZWvfC
mars:: https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PL39XMOK0xIowCoeaOpXvAlfNaGf-SZJXI
vex:: https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PL39XMOK0xIowIz1s_gkbqLmOXlXfB_L-P
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Cyrille sits perched on the side of the Fountain of Lucine, smiling up at Scaramouche. "I didn't think you'd want to come all this way just to see the fountain with me…"
Flicking his forehead, Scara plops down next to him with a sigh. "This is for you, idiot. You needed some fresh air after all the stressing out you were doing, and there's no way you were walking in this state."
"Still…" He rubs his forehead with a pout. "I can say I appreciate it…"
Scara rolls his eyes, though Cyrille spots the slightest smile. "Sure."
Cyrille leans against his shoulder with a huff, though a foreign, warm contentment fills him. He lets the quiet settle for a moment before murmuring, "This is nice."
"Hm?" Scara tilts his head to look down at him, eyebrow raised. "And why is that?"
"It's nice to be outside and actually feel relaxed." He leans more heavily against Scara, closing his eyes with a small smile. "I can enjoy the sun, for once, knowing that I'll be perfectly safe with you here. All the normal anxiety and fear… it's like you make it disappear."
Wait, why did I say that? I didn't think I was confident enough to admit that out loud yet…
"But I'm not here."
What?
"You know that, Cyrille. Use your brain. You're not lucky enough for this to be real."
Cyrille jolts upright, looking up at Scara only to see a void in place of his face.
"Why are you wasting time here?" not-Scara asks, still using that stolen voice, arm still too-gentle and comforting around his shoulders. "He's gone. Do you think you're lucky enough to get him back this time? Be realistic."
No.
No, no no, no no no—
Jerking awake with a cut-off gasp, Cyrille clutches at his chest, choking on nothing as he stares at the empty bed with wide eyes.
Wait.
Empty bed?
He wrenches his head down, seeing Hinadori still tucked against him. A small part of his mind is glad this wasn't one of the times he'd scream himself awake, but the rest of him is too focused on the fact that he still hasn't taken a full breath, and everything hurts, and Scaramouche is gone.
Scaramouche is gone, and the room feels so cold, and there's no air, and Scaramouche is gone, and Cyrille can't breathe, and his bones feel like fire and cracking ice all at once, and Scaramouche is gone—
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Yiga hellhole 🤝 yiga slime
Yiga
Thank u for my life pls do not mind if im unhinged in your tags im just Much Love. Glory to master kohga 🍌🫶
SOOOOO fucking true bestie. please be as unhinged as you want, i adore hearing what people have to say about my sillay stuff
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