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#THE SCENE WITH NO DIGGITY??? I WILL NEVER BE NORMAL ABOUT THIS

jising-jisang-jisung · 8 months

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Diggity | Dive into You | My Youth

Genre: best friend!chenle, childhood friends to lovers!au, fluff (is this a slow burn?), no warnings

WC: <1k

a/n: this part is short but later parts (that I wrote a while ago bc for some reason I started with the ending) will be longer

Taglist: hiiii so like a year ago I had ppl ask to be added and now idk if you still want to but uhh @bockhyun @vantxx95

“Zooweemama!” Chenle whistles, not so subtly checking you out.

You pretend to not notice his once over of your outfit, taking your seat at the restaurant table just in time as the waitress approaches.

“Good evening, what would you and your girlfriend like to order tonight?” She smiles brightly, pen and notepad ready in hand. You nearly spit out your water, forcing it down without making a scene of a coughing fit. Before you are able to refute her claims Chenle is telling her your orders, and she disappears back into the restaurant.

“Why didn’t you correct her?” you scold him, attempting to slap his arm from the other side of the table, and horribly missing.

“There was no need to,” he shrugs, tilting his head. “Who cares, let her think whatever.” He folds his arms across his chest, not breaking eye contact with you.

You want to offer a rebuttal, but you can’t think of a good enough reason. After all, it was just some random girl, so it didn’t really matter what she thought. A quiet, “I guess,” is all you mutter in response.

“I guess,” he mocks your tone. “You know you wish you were my girl,” he inflates his own ego, not going as far as to flex his arms at you, but in your mind you could picture that scene.

“Good joke, Lele, too bad I friend-zoned you when we were eight,” you laugh, attempting to mask your embarrassment at his outlandish comment. Obviously you liked the idea of being with Chenle, but you knew he didn’t feel the same way, and it was probably just because you spent so much time together- it wasn’t even a real crush. Plus, you were the one who friendzoned him first, even if you were just eight years old and still believed in cooties.

“Earth to y/n,” Chenle waves his hand in front of your face. “Why are you staring off into space?”

“Sorry, just thinking about the exam. I hope I did well,” you lie. It’s better to just ignore whatever strange bout of puberty is hitting you right now to make you think such things of your overly flirtatious best friend.

“I’m sure you aced it, you always do way better than me and I thought it was easy,” he adds a wink at the end that normally would never have had an effect on you. You were supposed to be Chenle-proof, as if a magical force field always kept out his flirtatious demeanor and romantic advances unlike any other girl on the planet, and that is what allowed you to be his friend in the first place.

#master tag #hot sauce series!#chenle #zhong chenle #chenle fluff #chenle imagines #best friend!chenle #friends to lovers!chenle #chenle x reader #chenle x y/n #zhong chenle x reader #zhong chenle fluff

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ruby-whistler · 3 years

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i made a list of the vibes of the hermits i watch, so you might want to check some of them out! this is just mostly jokes, but i thought all of the more “serious” propaganda was missing something, so have what truly makes hermitcraft worth it; the players’ unique styles!

will be back on my dsmp stuff asap but it’s the first day of season 8 and i would really appreciate if you checked them out through the links provided :]

Grian; [ episode one link ]

vibes of a 17 year old mcyter, is actually 27 and married

noo not my red jumpah!

chaotic capitalist

someone is making the server better through order? *starts another war* whoops, hand slipped :D

he built a- he rebuilt his entire megabase in survival, above a giant lake of lava, in the nether, on hard mode, upside down??

“watching as scar dies over and over in my trap is peak comedy and i’m tired of pretending it’s not” but it happens like 5 times i every season

video editing is very main-stream and good for short attention spans!

*sad montage over losing stuff he’ll get back in 15 minutes because he’s rich*

pesky birdd! great elytra flier! amazing builder! will tnt your house! poultrymannn!!

wholesome, chaos incarnate, talented architect

why won’t mumbo respond to my messages it’s been two weeks :[ (clingy)

doors???????????? your house has doors???? no doors for you good sir!

will laugh a lot at a lot of things, esp when he’s with his friends

genuinely just so fun to watch

Mumbo Jumbo; [ episode one link ]

perfect british accent

mustache man (warning: he has no mustache irl)

*fails ten businesses in a row* iskall please help

redstone is his element

“it’s actually quite simple” i like your funny words magic man, now can you repeat how in the hell you made a that fancy vault work-

filmographer?? i think? met up with grian irl

him and grian have a robot son named grumbot. that has nothing to do with the vibes but i had to mention him because he means a lot to me.

tries to stay out of wars and server politics until someone (grian) drags him into them

minigame maker, makes the hermits competitive and that is scary (also very funny) e. g. button, hermit challengesss!

“it’ll be fineee” *que shot of everything on fire behind him*

makes his base a living being and then all his neighbors end up feeding it instead of him

conspiracy theorist. bumbo baggins. the usual.

very entertaining videos that help you learn more about minecraft mechanics!

GoodTimesWithScar; [ episode one link ]

wheelchair creator with literally the best vibes

so wholesome i. he is so cool he makes me so happy :’D

*extremely cool announcer voice* ooooo hello there my fellow miners and crafters, good timeees with scar heree, and welcome backk to the wonderful world of hermits and crafting, and we’re flying over-

commentates everything extremely well

spends tenths of hours on builds within a single video and doesn’t bat an eye

lore for all of his builds! he builds these amazing bases to tell a story!

“i wanna see white flags! white flags, outside your base, by-“ wait no wrong anti-rebellion army leader

all videos have a clear objective

mostly building, but he loves hanging out/helping his friends!

loves disney movies! wants to go to space! :D

kind-hearted, always makes everyone else smile

can be chaotic but usually just tries to have fun and make sure everyone else has fun too

*flies into a tree on half a heart* wait what why did i die D:

scar. scar please eat. you’re going to die for the tenth time this video-

the non-chaotic capitalist, has extremely creative shop designs

a danger to himself, but also the kind of person you can’t be angry at for long

BdoubleO100; [ episode one link ]

the guitar music at the beginning of his videos brings a smile to my face, it just has such an immaculate mood

*camera pans over him as said music plays* ladies and gentlemen welcome to another episode of hoimycraffff

the way he talks is extremely endearing

one of the best builders on the server - probably best builder of interiors in existence

able to make a palette using any number of strange blocks and then make amazing builds using it

built a whole castle as a backdrop, then built an entire giant mountain for said castle

extremely sensitive to short jokes, usually gets pranked by others because his reactions are always so funny

his daughters show up from time to time in his room while he’s recording and it’s so cute

*has no way to see the sun but still knows it’s nighttime* gotta go schleep!

scar, pointing at him “this is why we can’t have nice sunsets”

(scar dies because of mobs every time bdubs isn’t on the server to sleep)

likes to be accomplice because he isn’t the one being made fun of (/lh)

*shoots himself in front of a confused grian because he thinks the guy wants his face again when he’s actually just looking for a netherportal*

is usually the underdog so it feels good when he wins

they’re all actually such great friends so it’s genuinely funny to watch

he himself is amazing at entertainment and just a very cool guy

ImpulseSV; [ episode one link ]

what’s going on everyone, my name is impulse and welcome back to hermitcraft!

always speaks with a smile in his voice

has a good dynamic with basically everyone

great co-worker and always helps out if he can

had his base turned pink during the swap, and instead of changing it back afterwards, he dyed his skin’s hair and clothing pink to match it

very cool and original building style!

makes a lot of farms and sells what he gets in his few shops

makes money to be able to do more stuff and make more farms

blows up most his base ever so often to rebuild parts. you know, like a normal person does in minecraft survival.

the grind is never over

the guy who always gets all of the work done on the school project and proceeds to be chill about it

always has very cool side-projects going on and puts his heart into all of them

pog timelapses!!

Rendog; [ episode one link ]

*short, funny scene from the video at the beginning slowly fades out into great music

dogs howling as the half-dog half-cog logo comes up*

greetiiings cyberdogs and citizens of the interbubs! this is ren diggity dawg coming atcha, in another minecraft episodes varuuummm the hermit. craft. server. (hey!)

we’re kicking things off today my friends, from the- *location name on screen*

that intro gets me hyped every time

he’s a furry who talks in bro language it’s great i swear - very atypical but fun

he transformed an entire biome into a star wars planet for his base

his building skills and dedication are incredible

horny (just a little bit)

the only person who cared about mycelium in the whole rebellion

does a lot of roleplay-themed stuff and mysteries to be solved

“b-dubba-dubs one hundred”

extremely upbeat & sweet guy

adds -age after everything “biddage” “flyage” to make it sound Cooler

amazingly positive always and funny as hell

mcc winner!! wooooooooo :D

always tries to be where stuff is happening and interact with people

very entertaining editing style

Iskall85; [ episode one link ]

drives joke into the mud and then picks them up and does it again which is funny

starts videos with one-off bits

iskallman!!! the superhero literally no one needed and yet there he is

only has one (1) braincell when with mumbo

they both do and they’re hilarious together every time

like when they laughed at squeaky noises for ten minutes straight. guys please you’re adult men

bernie the leaf master

omega (something) of doom!!

encourages gambling (in a videogame)

he has so many jokes he keeps using i can’t possibly fit them all in here

basically a wildcard

i have no idea what he’s doing this season

i have no idea what he’s doing ever actually

tame chaos, confusing to the point when it’s funny again

really great builder as well!

mostly for younger audiences but his videos are a good watch in general

feel free to send asks about hc! i’m already loosely involved in hermitblr but yeah, my dsmp followers aren’t immune :] /lh /j

#long post #hermitcraft #hermitcraft s8 #hermitblr #ruby's rambles #:]#all my personal opinions #just wanted to add to the hype lol

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astrovian · 3 years

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the official ranking of Claude Becker outfits

the official ranking of Daniel Miller outfits here

the official ranking of Adam Price outfits here

all Claude Becker outfits & rankings under the cut

we all know RA looks good in a suit, blah, blah, blah

after two of these rankings, this outfit is the physical embodiment of a yawn

I do appreciate the patterned tie to change things up a tad even if I’m not into the pattern itself. the intent is there, just not the execution

I will give props to the team for giving Claude a patterned dress shirt here (you have to squint a bit on the second image - more on patterned dress shirts later), but they really should have upped the game a little - change the tie & be less subtle with the shirt pattern

and I ask you, does Claude Becker not strike you as a man who would insist on at least a pocket square with his suits?? dream bigger stylists

3/10

@whoever stores old movie props if these weren’t disposed of immediately after filming i will pay you for a copy of one of these

putting aside the hilarious social commentary and fucking literal writing on this magazine cover done by some poor prop designer at 2am (”How to starve artists and other capitalist things”, as well as ”Claude Becker rolls up his shirtsleeves and unties his tie and puts on a vest and casually hangs his hands from his pockets” etc.), this is a nice change-up that made me question why we don’t have RA in just a waistcoat and dress shirt more often

also that tie pattern? fab. I love it. that is how to do a patterned tie. I hope we all know RA looks good in a suit, blah, blah, blah is paying attention

that being said, minimal points because we don’t actually see Claude wearing it in real life

4/10

where, oh where is my polo shirt? oh look, it’s right there

is there any RA character who is not afflicted with a polo shirt? not recently, apparently

I genuinely thought that it was a dress shirt for a moment which had me disappointed at the banality but then that turned into utter devastation as I realised we actually are looking at a long sleeve zip up polo shirt

the draping of the coat? phenomenal and what really brings this entire thing together

the long/three-quarter sleeves? the zip-up rather than buttons? better than one can normally expect from a polo shirt... and then they went and added stripes to the collar and sleeves?? regret

could be a lot worse but could ultimately also not be a polo shirt as well 4.5/10

could have tried harder during lessons but was a pleasure to have in class

I’m sure you all know my long-sleeve shirt obsession with RA but I made a promise to be honest with myself on these lists. the only feeling this outfit evokes is a ‘eh’

the equivalent of a middle slider 5/10

the Claude you’d actually have a fun day with

there’s something about RA in a hoody that just bangs. good lord I also have a weakness for those forearms

I also thought for a good moment these were dark jeans, but they disappointingly turn out to be sweatpants? however, it has made me think that we need to see RA in some darker denim shades more often

this Claude is could have tried harder during lessons but was a pleasure to have in class but with just a little more fun and class to boost it *just* outside of the ‘eh’ zone

5.2/10

now this is how we do a long-sleeved shirt

I think it’s been fairly well-established by now that loose, long-sleeved RA is my ultimate weakness, so it’s nice to see that Ocean’s 8 is also making a concerted effort to murder me

also Claude’s obsession with sweatpants is giving me life

this is the Claude you make pasta with. and that pasta would be damn tasty, too

5.9/10

come hither

just-woken-up Claude is made 100x better by the bed head hair and the sleepy gaze

this man needs to get back into bed for a snuggle (preferably with me)

I can’t decide if I’m into the loose boxers or missing the tighter Adam Price undies. either way, it’s definitely not a bad aesthetic. and it reminds me, like dad chic Adam Price, that we don’t get enough of RA in shorts

I feel bad assigning numbers to a a shirtless one BUT Claude does transform into being fully-clothed in this scene so I’m going with it 6.4/10

you can kiss my hand anytime

the blessing of this film is not only the visual assault of attractive actors from all sides and genders, but it also instigates in me the thought that RA is wearing printed dress shirts and I can’t remember the last time I saw this?? I never even realised how much I need to see a lot more of this kind of look on RA until we were blessed with this vision

look at those lil’ elephants!! adorable. I hope Claude has a closet full of these with different animals on them

this outfit was so good, RA even wore it in his behind-the-scenes interview

7/10 for a printed, suited dream

the Claude you take home to mom & dad

god, it’s even better without the suit jacket

this is my honest appeal to the powers that may or may not be to put RA in more printed dress shirts

7.6/10

sometimes I think I should be more ashamed of myself

I feel like I need to preface this one thusly: okay, but like hear me out for real this time

I know this is ultimate hipster white-dude look and RA plays into that character so fantastically with Claude here. I mean just look at his expression. something about this whole look makes me want to simultaneously punch this man in the face and also take him home with me

this is a man who you know is a mistake before you make it, but choose to follow through anyway. he’s that last shot of tequila or the 5th glass of wine. you know you would go for him too. don’t even try to deny it

is the high ranking because of the novelty factor? is it because I’ve never seen RA wear a beanie like that and honestly the infamous running Daniel Miller could take notes? is it because I can’t take anyone who wears a beanie like that seriously?

all we do know is that I also can’t believe this is so high on the list

7.8/10

the moment we all learned Claude is 100% a bottom

one of the most iconic Claude moments in the film. RA plays the ‘dumb horny idiot’ character so well in this scene

not so into the pinstriped suit jacket but the hoodie peeking out from underneath combined with the thin scarf makes it for me

8/10

question: how may teeny-weeny scarves does Claude own, exactly?

who could forget the iconic moment when Sandra Bullock nearly shivs RA?

we have another printed dress shirt and I am HERE for it. it even has birds this time!! nice to see that Claude is not just a land mammal sort of man

I will concede that this is the sort of pattern that few men can pull off but RA is making it work and I am living

8.7/10

I’m not sure I can make a comment on this one that is even remotely appropriate except for “I told you Claude is a bottom”

safety first, buy some proper restraints for the bedroom please Claude/10

modern royalty au Thorin

this is the moment that every single Hobbit fan went “hell yeah, now I have the perfect new aesthetic for my modern royalty Hobbit AU” (as an avid lotr/hobbit fan, I am not joking here)

RA looks like royalty here because he should be. please sign my petition to have RA usurp the British Queen

for real though, that baby blue sash is the 1000% perfect added touch to this suit and we love RA in a baby blue. a decent (and clearly successful) effort to match the faux Met Gala theme: European royalty. however, it is also pretty accurate re: the imaginative effort that most men have with altering their Met Gala outfits to fit that year’s theme

we need more RA in ‘modern royal’ roles for the #aesthetic and also so that he can dress like this more often

9.3/10 for a princely (or dare I say kingly?) figure

James Corden looks so gleeful running after Claude that it makes me happy. I get it, James. I get it

there’s really nothing spectacular about the general outfit here - except for the swagger RA is giving this

pants? shirt? boring, meh

check scarf? a brilliant switch up from Claude’s normal thin scarves.

the popped coat? now we’re cooking

the sunglasses and wind-ruffled hair that screams “I’m hungover but I still look effortlessly handsome”? delectable

the dogs?? the best set dressing one could ask for

the attitude and ‘I’m too cool for you’ swagger? priceless and what makes this the second-best outfit of the whole film

9.6/10 this man could punch me and I would be grateful

hot diggity dog, someone get me Claude’s handcuffs

from the front view, it could be argued that this outfit (well, technically it may not really be a separate outfit as it’s the undone version of modern royalty au Thorin), while fairly exceptional, does not first place make

however, someone had the idea to shoot RA from a side angle in this and for that I am eternally in their debt

it’s all about the tease with this one. the glimpse of the suspenders (and holy shit, RA in suspenders was not a look I had thought about before). the way the waist coat hangs off Claude’s chest like that, just enough to make its presence obvious. the cufflinks. the delicate pocket watch chain.

if previous outfits on this list have been all sex and swagger, this is the foreplay. the subtle strip tease.

10/10

#thanks for the responses to my photoshoot query y'all I think that is next #though it might be a two-parter given the volume of photoshoots #then thinking lucas north after that #hoping to get photoshoots pt. 1 done next week sometime anyway #but who knows because good ol' Boris Johnson is sending me back into an unsafe environment to teach germ-riddled teens very shortly #so I need to spend some serious time doing prep work for that over the coming week #let's pray I don't catch covid from the kids until I can get vaccinated in summer!!!#based on previous experiences I give it 1 & 1/2 weeks before us teachers start dropping like flies #ANYWAY #richard armitage #claude becker #ocean's 8 #ocean's eight #oceans 8 #oceans eight

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khaoscontrol · 4 years

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oh my man you have no idea how much lore i’ve got. you fool, you’ve given me the excuse to infodump about everything!

(sorry this got super long so i’m making a separate post, also it’s 2am so i’m not gonna format this correctly or do literally anything to it)

i’ll start by explaining the timeline, i find it easiest to categorize it by the different versions of maria that exist in the au.

for starters, we have regular old canon maria. her deal is basically the same as in canon up until her death. i really just wanted a “maria lives” au but with a twist. so basically the lore is professor gerald didn’t have a lot of confidence in finding a cure for maria via project shadow so he came up with a plan b which involved creating a machine that could upload someone’s mind onto a computer (mainly because that’s just a sci-fi trope i always liked). of course this was more of a last resort kinda deal, but when g.u.n. raided the ark they didn’t exactly have a lot of options. maria was still shot like in canon and she did physically “die” but gerald managed to upload her consciousness before she actually died. unfortunately the project was still very experimental and maria wasn’t actually able to respond to any of their tests to see if it worked, leading gerald to believe it had failed. thus allowing the plot of sa2 to still happen.

so the next maria in the timeline is cyber maria. this is just the version of maria that’s living in a computer on the ark... ...for 50 years.... ........alone. unlike shadow, she was completely conscious for this entire time which meant an awful lot of time alone with her thoughts. her memories weren’t totally together at the beginning and it takes her an awfully long time to put everything together but once she finally does she’s not quite the same and her personality shifts quite a bit. she still holds the same love for humanity and her family, but she IS tired of being nice, she DOES want to go apeshit! her main beef is with g.u.n. for literally killing her and everything else they did. she’s honestly quite pissed (rightfully so) but she can’t really do anything about it so she honestly just spends 50 years worrying about her family. she doesn’t know if shadow or her grandfather survived after everything that happened and at this point she has no idea how long it’s been.

50 years pass and the events of sa2 take place exactly as they do in canon (can’t fix perfection babey!) and although she’s on the ark, maria has no way of knowing that any of it’s happening. so it’s not actually until a little while after the events of shadow the hedgehog(2005) that anything actually happens maria wise. so the scene is eggman is looking into his grandfather’s research to see if he can get any ideas that would help him beat sonic and co when he comes across the files about the whole plan b project (lmao sorry i don’t actually have a good name for what he might’ve called it). he get’s real curious about it and decides to head back up to the ark and check it out. one thing leads to another and he manages to have a conversation with maria and she’s just thrilled to know that the outside world still exists, she also makes fun of him because “lmfao what kind of name is eggman?” after all she’s still mentally a teenager. eggman mentions that he’s quite skilled in making robots and could build a body for her back on earth and maria is all for ALL of that.

which leads us into metal maria. as soon as she has an actual physical body again eggman explains to her how long it’s been, who he actually is (literally her younger cousin lmao) and a bit of what’s been going on in the worlds, he lets it slip that he may have blown up the moon a little bit and gets thoroughly scolded on that. he also mentions that him and shadow may sorta kinda be enemies and shadow maybe is working for organization that killed her, which every bit of that makes her pissed. she decides to join forces with eggman so that he can help her take down g.u.n. since he’s not exactly on their good side. she also agrees to help deal with sonic on occasion but she doesn’t do much because “what how old is he? like 15 or something? nah dude become mortal enemies with an adult like a normal person.” despite everything, the protective older sister instinct is still strong within her and she’s super against picking fights with kids (especially ones that are friends rivals with her bro) on the subject of shadows friends, she does not like rouge, omega she doesn’t mind as much but still doesn’t like that much. she meets rouge a while before she’s actually reunited with shadow and they don’t exactly have a good first impression. maria assumes that rouge convinced shadow to join g.u.n. “because why else would he do something that stupid, he’s dumb but he can’t be that dumb?” and rouge just doesn’t buy maria’s backstory and assumes eggman only made her to mess with shadow. also rouge is lowkey jealous of maria because she’s got that v good and strong sisterly bond with shadow and DAMNIT she want’s that! so the two of them are basically enemies for a while until maria finally manages to reunite with shadow and he’s honestly just really fed up with them constantly fighting and arguing so their relationship dies down to less of enemies and more of a petty rivalry. also at some point during all that maria decides that metal sonic is also her brother now and there’s nothing he can do about it (spoilers: he actually really enjoys her affection but tries not to show it)

over time maria and metal become kinda a neutral party between sonic and eggman. and honestly with maria’s constant lecturing, eggman kinda tones it down on the world domination deal and becomes more of a dr. doofenshmirtz type villain because it’s funnier that way. (sorry i ONLY make an au if it’s wholesome) he kinda only keeps up the villain gig for the press and because it’s kinda his brand at this point.

which leads us into neo metal maria, 10 years in the future maria takes over the eggman empire. it’s 110% for show. she puts on this big facade of being a villain with megamind level dramatics but she never does anything other than screw over g.u.n., which team dark has long since stopped working with at this point, finally. seriously that sucked what the heck where you thinking sega? whatever i fixed it for them ;)

in the future of this au (which i don’t focus on a whole lot because i like drawing them as a bunch of kids just screwing around, god i’m so smart sega could never) since eggman isn’t a problem everyone’s whole deal is just dealing with other threats and also just a lot of adventuring. every once and a while some old god will try and destroy the world again as per usual and maria will actually step in to help. because of this and the fact that she’s not actually violent, maria is actually quite adored by the public. which is literally her goal, she’s not a villain she’s an entertainer!

and there’s a whole lot more to this au because i actually focus on pretty much every character and how this all plays out for them. i have a different take on how some games played out with her being there (mainly 06 and forces because they’re not great even tho i love them, but her being there made them funny) but yeah i’ve put a LOT of thought into this au and it means a whole lot to me. this is literally just a summary of eveything that happens. over time i’ll expand on this more.

but hot diggity shit, it’s 2am. so i’m just gonna wrap this up with some sketches of the gal!

#asks #my art #my shitty art #metal maria #infodumping #shut up kellington #// long post #long post

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honeynutcheerio-qwq · 7 years

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Not so “Fresh” Parts 6-12

//so,,, i brought this thing back from the dead :D

@alainaprana (sorry lmao)

“Eyes are the window to the soul” (Chapter 6)

It had been 3 days since the crash. Fresh had been kept in the hospital because of his unsure condition. He had been silent, not eating, and just generally out of it. Ink was a train wreck, Geno was still on life support, and Error wouldn't leave his side. Meanwhile, CQ and Alaina were watching over Fresh, Geno and Error, trying not to think about the daunting due dates of the comics they were doing. Comyet was still trying to console her son, who had no hope or faith whatsoever. In other words, this was pretty screwed up.

Calm. It was calm. Still waters, thoughts stagnant. All that mattered was existing. Fresh continued to think about this, hovering between states of consciousness. It was nice, not having to think about anything. Just... Existing. Light, a blinding light filled Fresh's eye sockets. It burned- as if someone was pouring magma into his skull. And directly into his left eye socket. It was unbearable. The vision went dark in his left eye socket, and he felt as is something was chewing on his soul.

Something wasn't right. Fresh heard an outside voice, too detached and frantic to be his own. He felt his head being lifted up by familiar hands. He was skeptical, struggling a bit in the firm grip. "Stay still Fresh, honey!" It was CQ. "M-Mom I can't-" "Shhh, it's alright honey I'm here." Fresh calmed down a bit, now that the pain has receded. But there was still a strong aching in his skull, one he just- couldn't explain. Fresh squeezed CQ, he would try and sort this out later.

"That- That's impossible." Fresh woke up to CQ's voice, but he never remembered falling asleep.

"His vision's just... Gone?" The other voices were fuzzy. "We are sure it is only temporary. His soul is trying to block out what is hurting it, and that may have been his sight." "Maybe you didn't do the test right- No, I don't want to hear it, try again, please." She sounded desperate. Fresh's eye sockets were invaded by cold- ironic, as he had felt burning pain merely hours before. The cold stayed for a while, and Fresh grew used to it. However, there was a slight sting when the cold left his eye sockets. "...Still the same?" Static. "I see," Fresh flinched as he was picked up.

Fresh knew almost immediately it was his mother, "Mom?" But he asked just to be sure. "It's going to be okay." CQ squeezed Fresh tightly, and he was slightly confused. There was some sort of burning in his chest, the other cold feeling trying to grasp it. It made him reflexively frown, and his eye sockets burned. Just when he thought the magma pain was returning, hot tears fell from his eye sockets. He was confused, so very confused, too much was happening in such a short amount of time...

CQ felt something wet hit her shoulder, she flinched a bit before moving Fresh back into her field of vision. "S-sweetie?" Fresh is crying a bit, and it is quite the scene. He is quite flustered, his sockets dark except for his left one, which has a small upside down heart. CQ stared in wonder at it. It was slightly unsettling. "M-Mom? Are you still here?" Fresh was a bit panicky, his smile still not returning, as his bone-brows furrowed. "I'm here sweetie, I'm here."

It had been a while since then, Fresh had been released from the hospital, his emotions seemed to be returning, Ink was beginning to feel better about this situation, and Error hadn't crashed in a week. Sadly, nothing had changed for Geno. In fact, he seemed to be getting worse. Everything about him was getting worse. In the occasional instances that he woke up, it was only for him to stare into space, not acknowledging anyone or anything.

Fresh clung to CQ as she walked through the parking lot, towards the hospital. The automated doors slid open, a small puff of cool air spilling out into the hot temperature outside. Fresh and

CQ walk in, silent as the medicinal smell filled their lungs. It was all too familiar.

They walked up to the receptionist and told them who they were, the receptionist allowing them to proceed without further hesitations. Fresh pushed up his sunglasses and listened to the sounds around him. For whatever reason, his sight still had not returned, and now he could only really trust his other senses.

"Hey, Fresh honey?"

"Yup?"

"You've been silent for a while, are you alright?"

"No, I'm not," Is what he ached to say, but he could hear the tiredness in his mother's voice, and thought otherwise.

"Yeah, I'm just a bit all up 'n Diggity darn nervous." Even with his new emotions, his lingo still sounded the same. That was a strange form of relief. When they walked into Geno's room, Fresh felt something tug at his soul. Sadness.

With the help of muscle (bone?) memory, Fresh walked up to Geno and gently grabbed his hand. Something went wrong.

Geno was fine, with cracks on his skull, but, he was smiling. It was back to normal, but back in the hospital. Laughing, smiling and just talking. Calm. Wait, Fresh could see? It was perfect. CQ, Alaina, Aunt Com, and everyone else. Something went wrong. Geno's skull fell to pieces,

A fever quickly scampered through Fresh.

No, no, no, no... This was all wrong... Please no... Geno turned to dust right in front of Fresh. Tears. Darkness.

Fresh woke up with a start. "Fresh?"

"Mom? Where all up are we?"

"I was going back home because you were getting tired, don't you remember?" Fresh felt his face contort in confusion. "No...?"

"I'm sure you'll remember sweetie."

"...Okay." Fresh had a lot of questions, but surely they could wait for after a nap. They still had a while 'till they got home.

Hate Kills (Chapter 7)

Fresh woke up like usual, the typical darkness clouding his vision, making him wonder if he had opened his eyes or not. After a couple of seconds put toward orienting himself, he turned around and hopped off his bed, patting his dresser for his shades. They clinked as they fell to the floor, and Fresh sighed as he kneeled to feel for them again. When he finally found them, he smiled, pressing them to his face and waiting for his magic to click them into place. Feeling the familiar ping of magic, Fresh scaled the wall of his bedroom and headed for the door. He let out a muffled whine when he ran into it, reflexively grabbing the doorknob and opening the door. It almost hit him in the face, but he stepped back in the nick of time. He slipped through the hallway, waiting till he felt the biting cold of the tile floor against his feet. Reaching for the cup he knew was there, Fresh stood on his tip-toes, grabbing the cup of water and gulping it down. In a matter of seconds, he was finished, letting out a sigh of contentment. "Fresh?" A tired voice spoke for somewhere behind him. "Yeah ma?" CQ sighed as his reply confirmed her theory. Steps were approaching Fresh, light but full of purpose. Fresh pushed the fear away that came when CQ or anyone actually, picked him up. There he was, completely defenseless. Blind, weak, small and held tightly in that person's arms. "Honey, it's four in the morning. Why are you up?" Fresh thought about a plausible reason, squirming a bit in his mother's arms. "I was just thirsty." Fresh mumbled. CQ stared at Fresh for a while, and just when it began to get uncomfortable, she set him down, holding his hand. "Okay, sweetie. Let's get you back to bed."

Fresh closed his eyes, not that it made any difference, and began to drift off to sleep.

Fresh's dreams were the same as usual, except slightly warped. The colors were mixed up, and certain things just weren't there. He guessed that's what happens when you don't see anything for a while. You begin to forget what you saw in the first place. Fresh looked at his dream hands. They were less detailed, but he could still tell they were his. It scared him to think about when he couldn't. Regardless, Fresh took a deep breath and popped out his Heelies. At least he still remembered how to use them. Fresh thought-- happy to have a lucid dream-- while he skated along with his Heelies. It was nice to see again, and this was his safe haven. No mean words or aggressiveness from Error, Geno would forever be alive in here, and Decans or Mom or anyone really would never be mad or sad or hurt in any way. Fresh wished that real life could be more like this place.

Fresh opened his eyes and sat up. Someone was crying. Mom was crying. Fresh swung himself over his bed, oblivious to the light streaming through the window. Fresh ran right into the door this time, falling backward and rubbing his skull. "Mom? What's wrong?" Fresh shouted, fear beginning to build up in his chest. The door creaked open and Fresh froze as he heard a glitchy grunt. There was a cracking noise as Fresh was punched right in the jaw. Tears began to flow freely from his eye sockets, and Error pulled him up by the collar of his pajamas. "Like you would care! You j-jerk!" Error shouted in Fresh's face. Glitches flocked to Error's eyes as he punched his brother repeatedly. It wasn't long before the blows slowed and weakened. "You idiot. You freak. I hate you." The anger in Error's voice was raw and hateful, the same as the first time Fresh had said he didn't care. Fresh shivered in his tight ball, every bone screaming at him to run as Error spoke, softer, but still chock full of rage. "I hate you."

Fresh felt broken. Something inside him was broken, and he was sure it couldn't be fixed. What had broken him? Fresh wasn't sure. Was it Error breaking him physically, or Geno's death breaking him mentally? Fresh wasn't sure, and honestly, he didn't care. He didn't remember how long he had cried, no, sobbed. But he didn't have emotions anymore. All he had was the heat and pain. The heat that ravaged his bones until only the barest amount of magic was left, and the pain that followed it. Fresh kind of understood how Decans felt now. He couldn't help wondering how his best friend had lived like this for his entire life, even when he had met Fresh. Being so fragile. The slightest touch being able to bruise you. Fresh closed his eyes, trying to block you everything. He'd done it once, and he could do it again. It wasn't that hard once you had closed off your heart.

Decans twiddled his thumbs nervously in the car. His mom had agreed to drive him to the hospital to see Fresh. He still couldn't believe it. Geno was gone, and his best friend might go too. Decans sniffled, trying to keep the tears threatening to leave him inside. His mom glanced at him and placed a light hand on his shoulder. It had gotten easier at their house since Decans' dad went away. His Mom said he went to the Bahamas, but Decans knew what had happened. In all honesty, he was glad. Noko pulled up to the hospital and parked the car. She looked at Decans searching for any sign that he wanted to back out. When all she could find was his caring determination, she smiled and turned off the car. Noko got out first and helped Decans out, both of them silent. This, however, was a comfortable silence; One that spoke of resilience. Unfortunately, it was also one that crumbled the second they walked into the hospital. "U-um Fresh Queen." Decans murmured, noticing the nurse's surprise. "Of course, right this way." Decans and Noko nodded, following the lady. Not that Decans needed to since he'd been here with CQ and them enough to visit-- oh. Oh no. Don't think of that. "Not n-now..." Decans whispered to himself, trying his very hardest not to curl up and cry his eye lights out. Noko noticed and gently pulled him into the nearest room.

"Are you okay?" She whispered wiping the tears from Decans' eyes.

"Y-yeah." He whispered back. Noko smiled and stood up completely.

"Honey...? Is that you?" A voice asked weakly from the other side of the room. Decans and Noko blushed and left the room immediately. It didn't take long for the two of them to catch back up to the nurse-- in good time. The nurse stopped and let them into a plain room except for an inspirational cat poster with sunglasses on the far wall. Fresh's glasses and propeller hat were on the bedside table, along with his Gameboy, heelys, and two furbies, which was strange because Decans remembered him having only one. Decans shook the thought from his mind and approached the bed. CQ began to stir, Noko placing a hand on her shoulder. CQ glanced up, calm as she looked at Noko. Soon, she drifted back to a light sleep.

Decans took a deep breath and moved to shake Fresh's shoulder lightly.

"Don't touch me." Fresh hissed, both in fear and misplaced anger. Decans pulled away, tears filling his eye sockets as he spun on his heel and ran out of the room. Noko seemed torn for a moment before running after her son. This was definitely unexpected.

Heelie away from those Feelies (Chapter 8)

Fresh closed his eyes, wondering how he had gotten beaten into submission so easily. Error was just so hateful towards him; it seemed impossible. Without Geno to push him away, and their mom being away most of the time. Error could do what ever he wanted-- he was the judge and the mercenary, and Fresh had a death sentence. Fresh kicked with all his strength, struggling futilely against the blue strings Error was using to keep him in place. Since when has he gotten so handy with his strings? Fresh was surprised that his shades hadn't fallen off yet with all the rough treatment he was going through. A sharp blow interrupted Fresh's train of thought, his shades falling off easily. What a coincidence! Fresh sucked in a breath, his soul pounding, in his eye socket for whatever strange reason, as Error stomped on his shades and crushed them to bits. After that without another response other than a hateful glance, Error left Fresh. A couple of moments after Error left the room, Fresh fell to the ground, the blue strings dissolving as if they were magic. .

Fresh listened as he heard the front door open and close, sighing as he enjoyed the warm air from his bedroom window. "Fresh? Is everything alright? Error looks upset." CQ yelled up the stairs. Fresh sighed, heavier this time, and swung his legs through the window; heelies popped and ready to go. He would only be gone an hour.

It had been way longer than an hour, but Decans' house was a lot cozier than Fresh's right now. Things were cool between them now. They had both forgotten about the hospital event. So they talked, and Decans read books for almost three hours before the pair heard the doorbell. "That, broski, is my cue. See ya Deccy Dec." Fresh whispered, climbing back out the window. "I hope things get better for you!" Decans whisper-yelled to Fresh. Fresh smiled waving, and turned around, only to catch the attention of a wide-eyed Error. Error left the car and ran over to the front door. Fresh skated as fast as he dared-- faster than he had ever skated at any time ever. He could practically hear Error tattling on him, but it wasn't going to work this time. No, Fresh was going to win the game this time. Fresh kicked off his secret heelies into the bushes and scurried up the side of the house. He managed to get himself inside the room before CQ and Error rounded the corner. As soon as he entered the house-- no, as soon as he entered this room, in particular, he felt his body protest and give up on him. Fresh threw up his pancakes and eggs, and a bit of a grilled cheese sandwich. The memories of so many terrible things that had happened here and the idea of so many terrible things that could happen here were overwhelming. The door opened, and Fresh looked up for the first time in a while and saw what he didn't need to see. Error, right there, in all his glitchy glory, staring at him, defenseless little Fresh. So Fresh did what any reasonable person would do. He screamed, loud enough for anyone and everyone to hear. His screaming didn't have any words, just wordless terror. A loud piercing noise designed to send people to his aid. Error approached, trying to calm Fresh but only serving to scare him more.

CQ hugs Fresh, silent as she did so. Fresh's screaming quieted to soft little gasps as he let his mother embrace him. The pain and fear quickly receded like low tide at a dock. He felt his soul gradually stop its incessant pounding, and slow to a low hum.

When CQ pulled away Fresh felt a pang of something like pain, at not just her expression but even the way she was carrying herself.

"...Ma...? Why are you looking at me like that?" CQ's eyes opened, and she wondered if he could see, just like that. Fresh ignored her awe and instead picked up his shades from the ground and pressed them (in)to his face. Error broke out in a fit of hysterical giggles, and CQ couldn't help but snicker herself. She gently pulled the shades from Fresh's eye sockets, carefully maneuvering around the fragile white pupils.

When Fresh's skull was once again glasses-free, he rubbed his eye sockets, trying to get used to the gentle flow of information. His room hadn't changed at all, which is surprising since he hadn't cleaned it in months. Continuing to look around, Fresh stopped when he noticed CQ and Error staring at him. His shoulders tensed, and he absentmindedly wondered if he had missed the start to a staring game. CQ and Error noticed his intensified glare, and CQ laughed, while Error did something of an uninterested chuckle.

"Alright you th--. Two. Let's go to the park. Grab your things, we'll be leaving in half an hour." Fresh tried to control his squeal, masking it with a badly timed sneeze/cough. Error looked at Fresh in the usual confused way, except without the hate. That's a start.

I mean, what could go wrong at the park? Maybe they'd see Sugar.

Flower you today (Chapter 9)

Fresh sat under a tree, enjoying the smells, sights and sounds of the outdoors. He guessed you really don't know you love something until you let it go-- or involuntarily lose it of course. Fresh blinked in confusion when he noticed a butterfly that had long ago landed on the tip of his nose. Had he really been sitting still that long? Before he could inquire further, he recognized something else peculiar. On his right shoulder appeared to be Decans, and the other, Sugar; both of them sound asleep. Sighing, Fresh tried to remember if he had kept any markers in his fanny pack. Careful not to jostle Decans, Sugar or the butterfly, he grabbed a sharpie. Yup, this was gonna be awesome.

~ ~ Decans woke up slowly, stretching carefully as to not wake Fresh, who had dozed off. He moved to get up, smiling at how cute Fresh and Sugar were. What was on Sugar’s...? Quickly dismissing the thought, Decans walked off to a small corner of the large park to pick some flowers. He could make some flower crowns for Fresh and Sugar. Maybe even Error if he wanted. Decans racked his brain for the way Geno taught him to make flower crowns.

- - -

Geno laughed as Decans huffed in frustration.

"No, no, look." Geno guided Decans, with his calm voice.

Geno expertly wove the stems together, making a perfect, pastel flower crown worthy for that of a queen. He handed the crown to Decans pressing it into his hands gently.

"Don't worry, you'll get the hang of it," Geno whispered. "And when you do, go give it to him."

Decans flushed. "What?!" Fresh turned around at the noise, but Geno waved him off.

"You know who I mean." Geno giggled. Decans tried to protest but CQ interrupted.

"Okay, boys! Time to go!" Geno was up in a flash, and he waved his goodbye to Decans.

Decans just sat there, speechless, as his Geno ran off with his brothers.

- - -

Shortly after that Fresh got sick, Geno went into a coma, and you know the rest. Decans felt something warm and wet hit his hands. He watched as the same liquid bounced off a petal. Ha. They were his own tears. Decans hurriedly wiped his eyes and continued to weave the flower stems together. He had gotten the hang of it after a while. Lost in his thoughts, Decans didn't notice the flower floating in from of him.

"H-Hey, are you okay?" Decans' head snapped up at the glitchy sound.

"Y... Yeah." Error nodded and the two sat in silence.

"Are you?" Error didn't respond-not that he needed to. Anyone could tell what he was thinking.

"I... I miss him." Decans set down the now finished bright yellow and blue flower crown.

"I know. I-I would hug you, but I think we're both against that." Decans mumbled.

Error let out a half hearted chuckle. Decans took a shallow breath.

"P-p-please, just s-stop."

"Stop what?"

"Stop hurting him. He's my best friend, and I hate seeing him so-"

"He deserves it. Geno did so much for him, and he didn't even go to his funeral. He deserves anything and everything that comes to him."

"B-But he-"

Error growled, standing up to look over Decans. "Don't try and defend him. You could do so much better."

Error walked off to the far corner of the park, out of Decans' view. He sat in silence for a few minutes, before he got up and walked over to Fresh. Careful not to wake his bestie, Decans placed the flower crown on his head. Fresh opened the eye with the soul in curiosity.

"What's all up 'n happening, Deccy Dec?" Fresh smiled, completely chill with the flowers placed on his head.

"Oh nothing." Decans grinned, his conversation with Error scratching the back of his skull. He would just ask, and then change the subject.

"...How are you and Error?" Decans inquired, careful with his wording.

Fresh didn't respond. His soul hummed a bit higher, a sign that he was nervous. Decans took careful notice, wondering if he should push harder.

Luckily, he didn't have to. "I-I- We're... E-erm. We're okay I guess. "

"Oh, so I won't see you climbing in my window tommorow at three in the morning, bruised and broken?" Decans was a bit firmer than he wanted to be, but maybe that was necessary.

Fresh didn't respond at all this time, and instead decided to pretend he was asleep. Decans didn't speak, but instead let out a frustrated sigh.

"...You know you can talk to me, right? And that no matter what happens, even if burning vampire zombies wreak havoc on all that is holy, I'll be there." Fresh said nothing so Decans continued.

"If we all die and come back to life again, only to be told by Satan himself that we're going to hell, and everyone we love is dead, I'll be there." Fresh smiled, and Decans continued, starting to have fun with these fantasies.

"Even if some sick, satanic child kills everyone we love over and over again, including us, and does it only to spite us, I'll-"

"Okay, okay. I all up and get it brotato chip."

"Okay, but do you know?"

"Yeah, I know."

"Jeez, you two should jusht kissh already." Sugar mumbled.

"What?" Fresh seemed completely and utterly confused. Decans, however, was about as yellow as banana peppers.

"SUGAR WHY?!" Decans screeched.

"Hehe."

Dopeness of Despair (Chapter 10)

Decans listened as Sugar slowly explained to Fresh as to what he meant earlier for a couple minutes. After a bit, he got up and decided to go and try to make amends with Error. The glitchy skeleton with gently swinging on the swing set, when Decans found him. Decans didn't dare swing on them without Fresh by his side, but he wasn't afraid to sit on them. Error noticed Decans, but he didn't greet him.

"H-Hey, I'm sorry a-about earlier... I-"

"Don't-! Don't apologize, it was my fault. Ever since..." Error trailed off, but he didn't have to say it for Decans to know. Error continued.

"I've gotten more, um, hot-headed? Mom told me I had but I dunno." Error mumbled.

Decans laughed awkwardly. "I-its fine. I just hope we can still be friends."

Error seemed skeptical. "We're friends?"

This scared Decans a bit, yellow shifting into his eyes. "I thought so..."

"...That's. Nice." Error smiled a little.

"I need someone to distract me from Fresh." Error sighed, beginning to swing gently.

"T-that might be a problem. I hang out with Fresh 60% of the time." Decans giggled.

Error scowled. "What about the other forty percent?"

Decans looked at his hands to count. "20% spent with my mom, the other ten I spend reading and the other five I spend sleeping."

Error squinted. "What about the other five?"

Decans looked away from Error. "Talking to or texting Fresh."

Error huffed. "We probably weren't friends then."

Decans sighed. "I guess not..."

Decans and Error sat in silence for a bit.

When it became too awkward for Decans, he bailed. "I'm gonna go sit back with Fresh."

Error growls. "You could do so much better."

Without so much as a whimper, Decans leaves the swing set to join Fresh and Sugar.

"And that, my friend, ish how Decansh feelsh about you." Sugar finished.

Fresh turned around to face Decans. "B-broski. I all up and thought you already knew dat I totes felt the swiggity-same way..."

"W-what-" Decans started.

Fresh grinned. "Of course we're best-best besties!" Fresh lightly hugged Decans, and he gave a sigh of relief.

"Sugar, I swear." Decans whispered. Sugar giggled. 'Okay.' He mouthed.

The five stayed at the park until sunset, where Sugar's mom came to pick him up. Decans' mom would be doing paperwork all night, so CQ offered Decans to stay the night at her house. Obviously, the small skeleton happily accepted. Dinner was a little less tense with Decans around, and Fresh and Decans talked more than they ate. By the time it was time for them to go to bed, their bowls of extra-cheesy macaroni had been barely touched. The three changed into their PJs and CQ tucked them all into bed. Fresh and Error into their respective rooms, and Decans to Geno's. Decans listened as CQ's computer whirred to life. She must've been drawing. It wasn't long until Decans' door He opened, he sat up cautiously. "...Mom really let you sleep in here?" Error mumbled. "How could she?" Without another word, Error left.

"...Goodnight to you too, Error." Decans mumbled, drifting off to sleep. Geno's bed still smelled like him. How strange. - - - Decans blinked his eyes open, too tired to question why everything was upside-down.

"Hey, Deccy Dec it's time for-" Fresh's eyes widened. Decans was hanging from the ceiling by his left foot. Good thing he was light, or he could've fallen and broken his neck. Fresh turned around to go and get help but Error blocked the way. "Not a word." Fresh clamped his mouth shut, and Decans furrowed his eyebrows. "Now I'm only going to say this once, so listen closely." Error warned. "Leave, and don't you even think of coming back. If you do, you won't like what happens next." Error spoke calmly. When he was finished, he left the room. The blue strings holding Decans snapped and he fell directly into Fresh's arms. That was going to bruise later.

"...I'll walk to school with you." Fresh mumbled. Decans nodded. He hoped he wasn't too far on Error's bad side.

Hope vs Despair (Chapter 11)

Decans thought about his earlier encounter with Error. Fresh had been sticking by his side, but he couldn't stop the murderous glares that Error shot him. Error surely wouldn't go so far as to hurt him right? Because Decans only had one life, and he was not ready to lose it. "--And the last two pairings are Decans and Error, and Fresh and Sugar." A shiver ran down Decans' spine. "Oh sorry, read that wrong, silly me." Decans breathed a sigh of relief. "Actually, Paperjam? You are with Sugar. Fresh you'll be okay by yourself." Oh jeez. Fresh didn't waste any time. He looked at Decans, his eyes full of worry. Fresh was like an open book now that his shades were broken. "Deccy Dec you be all up careful, okay?" Fresh warned.

Decans nodded, responding, "Don't worry, nothing's going to happen."

Fresh growled, his lingo leaving his speech for a moment. "But how can you be sure?"

Decans didn't reply for a second. "J-Just... Trust me."

"I usually can... But broski– this isn't something I'm willing to play with." Fresh sighed. He tugs lightly on Decans' hand. "C'mon, maybe we can still ask the teach ta switch up the all up partners–"

"Fresh!" Fresh jumped, Decans had never seen him so worried before. "I... I'm scared too. No– I'm terrified. But this is something me and Error need to work out." Fresh didn't want to listen.

"B-But if he hurts you--"

"The projects start tomorrow. I'll see you then." Decans turned away from Fresh and began to walk home. "Deccy wait! Don't..." Fresh trailed off. He had already gone around the corner. - - - "Okay, everyone! There has been a slight change of partnership. Decans, you'll be with Fresh and Error, you'll be with Sugar and Paperjam." Decans squinted. He looked to Fresh, but Fresh didn't meet his eye. The rest of the day was tense. Anytime Fresh tried to strike up a conversation, he would either get snippy remarks or the silent treatment. By lunch time, everyone had begun to pick up on the tension between Decans and Fresh. They were usually stuck to each other like glue, but they were off today. And at that same time, Fresh decided he'd better say something.

"D-Deccy Dec, I'm sorry okay? I know you all up and swiggity said you'd had it covered, but... I think you're the bomb diggity, brotato chip. I-I don't want you to get hurt."

"L-Listen. Fresh, I feel the same way about you."

Fresh perked up. "T-Then you all up and understand why--"

"But I'd think you'd respect my wishes if you really liked me." Decans got up and left without another word, letting his harsh words sink in. Sugar and Paperjam, who happened to be sitting across the table both looked at each other. Paperjam wolfed down the rest of his food and stood up with his tray. "Well, I think I'm going to brainstorm for my project. Wanna join me Sugar?" Paperjam used his head to gesture towards the door Decans exited out of. Sugar blinked as if he had just noticed the situation. He hastily got up and frowned. "Y-Yeah, I'm coming." Sugar hesitated, wondering if he should really leave Fresh all alone, but he didn't have much of a choice when Paperjam pulled him out the doors.

"Well, would you look at that! Mr. Goody-Two-Shoes skipping school! This is what you call a once in a lifetime experience." Paperjam whispered. Sugar glared at him, and Paperjam quickly quieted. "Shorry Jammy, we have to keep a closhe eye on Decansh." Sugar sighed. Paperjam looked confused. He cocked his head and asked, "Why?" "Becaushe of the fact that my two besht friendsh' friendship ish collapshing, Jammy. The ship is shinking." Sugar mumbled, getting a bit louder. Paperjam took a deep breath. "W-What does that have to do with us?" He shrunk back in fear as a twisted smile made its way up Sugar's face. "We've got the life jacketsh." Paperjam looked away from his friend. "So what do we do?" Sugar looked back in the direction Decans was going. "Well, we can't let Decansh out of our-" Sugar popped out of the bushes. "Where did he go?!"

Decans growled. Why had he been so stupid back there? How could he have said such a thing to Fresh?! Fresh wasn't able to deal with that kind of thing yet. And right after the death of his brother! Wow, Decans had really done it this time. Fresh just bared his soul to him and Decans just... Rejected him. Not even to the friend zone. Not even close. "Ahh, this is all just so... so stupid!" Decans shouted to nobody in particular. He wanted to kick something but he could hurt himself in the process. Thinking of this, Decans let out another string of frustrated noises. He didn't even care about where he was going. Just as long as it was very far away from the school. But this... This was a bit too far. You'd think the rules would be a bit more flexible, you'd think that Decans would actually have to go inside the house for bad things to happen. But you'd be wrong. Oh, so, so wrong. But don't worry, the cracking noise was too soft to bother anyone.

"How far away do you think he is?" Paperjam mumbled. "We've been walking for hours..."

Sugar sighed, flipping his nonexistent hair. "It'sh been five minutesh. You're sho dramatic."

Paperjam laughed. "Oh, I'm dramatic?" Sugar nodded. "Yesh. You are. Sho very much."

"Come on now Sugar, let's be honest, between the two of us, you're more dramatic than I..." Sugar stopped dead in his tracks. "...Am..."

"...Do you shtill have your mom'sh phone?"

"Yeah."

"Error, don't lie to me. Did you, or did you not?" CQ said as she held Error still. He was a pretty good actor when he wanted to be. "I'm t-telling you, I-I didn't do it on purpose! H-He snuck up on me, and I r-reacted." Error sniffled. CQ looked Error in the eyes for a moment before sighing and letting him relax. She looked over to Fresh who was sitting next to Decans' bed, holding his hand gently. It was going to be hard to take him back home. CQ'd better start now. She placed a light hand on Fresh's shoulder. He didn't react in the slightest. "C'mon Fresh, we need to--"

"I'm staying here." CQ blinked. She had known this would happen, but now that it was happening, she didn't know what to do.

"Listen, Honey," CQ kneeled next to Fresh and placed her hand on his. "I know this hurts. But Decans wouldn't want you to sit here and worry about him. He'd tell you to go do something and take care while he couldn't. Plus, you've been here for hours. It's time to go."

"You wouldn't say that if this was Geno." CQ flinched. "In fact, you would probably be happy that I seemed to care." Error looked up. Fresh could feel his gaze burning into his back. But the words had started, and they weren't going to stop anytime soon. "It's always been, 'Geno this, Error that,' Don't you think I noticed?" Fresh smiled in a sad kind of way. "But maybe you thought, 'The emotionless child doesn't care. He's fine.' and I was fine. But now I'm not, and I know that. The only time you looked at me other than to make me apologize to Error, or take Geno to the park or something, was when I was lying in a hospital bed with a life threatening fever." Fresh rambled on, not even sparing a single thought to flick away the tears landing on the sheets of the bed. "Is that how it works?" Fresh questioned. "Do I have to be sick for you to pay attention to me?" Fresh heard a chuckle come from him, he didn't force it. This was just so... Funny all of a sudden. "And now, one of the only people-- Geno, is gone, and now the only person in the world--" Fresh sniffled, trying to catch his breath. His vision swam with tears as he forced another statement out of his mouth. Another empty question. "T-the on-only other person w-who actually cares is d-dying... And you-... You're t-telling me to just-- just-- leave?" Fresh broke down into a hysterical laughing fit and CQ stood up. She didn't say anything to Fresh. She whispered something like "Let's go," to Error, and they walked to the door. CQ paused for a moment. "I'll get you in the morning." Fresh didn't respond. Decans didn't stir.

A bit later into the night, a nurse by the name of Grace (I'll see if you guys can make the connection >:3) came and brought Fresh some food, kindness, and comforting words. She opened up the couch-bed for him and offered a nightlight. He politely declined, but she brought him one anyway. After he zoned out for about an hour, Fresh retired to the couch bed. He closed his eyes and opened them immediately after. He placed the simple nightlight into an outlet near the couch-bed and watched it turn on. There. Fresh closed his eyes for the final time, with a contented sigh sprinkled with worry. He drifted off instantly.

Darkness.

Fresh looked up to see Decans, sitting down with him in a sunlit flower patch, handing him a Flower Crown. He seemed proud. Fresh put it on and hastily made one out of lavender for Decans. Decans laughed and placed it on his head. A bit further in the flower patch, Paperjam and Sugar were pointing at random constellations and giving them different names. Constellations? But it was-- Fresh gazed at the sky, squinting, expecting to see the sun, but his eyes widened when he saw the sky. He felt a tap on his shoulder. He saw Decans trying to say something to him. Fresh couldn't hear him, his metaphorical ears were ringing. Darkness started to crawl in from the ends of the flower patch. Fresh tried to pull Decans closer but pushed him instead. The darkness swallowed his best friend up without a second thought. After a few seconds, all the Fresh could see where the flowers under him, and the abandoned flower crown in front of him. He closed his eyes.

Fresh sat up without a sound. He saw movement somewhere in front of him, and his half-awake brain managed to say the thing that made the least sense at the moment. "...Decans...?" Fresh managed to scare Nurse Grace, who was changing the IV and checking Decans' vitals. "Oh, I'm afraid its just little old me, sweetheart." The nurse offered her usual way-older-than-you-think-I-am smile and stopped for a moment. "Ah yes! Your mom popped over and told me to tell you that she was going with Ms. Noko to court to finalize a divorce." The nurse grew dreamy-eyed for a second. "I remember my first divorce..." Fresh tried not to laugh, as it could've been a touchy subject. "Your first divorce?"

Nurse Grace laughed as if it were more than a high-school crush. It sounded like one. "Believe it or not, I was quite the looker when I was younger." She teased. "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone." Fresh giggled. Nurse Grace knew just how to cheer him up. Just like Decans. He tried not to think about it that way. "Alright, it'll be our little secret." Nurse Grace pushed a finger to her lips and winked. She gathered some of the stuff she had brought into the room and pushed it on a cart to the door. "Your mom will be here in an hour. I put some food on the table there for you." She listed. And finally, with a smile, she added, "Make sure to rest a bit sweetheart." With a swish of her short hair, she was out of the room. Fresh sighed, silent for a moment. He looked to the table for his food. What? He smiled warmly. How did she get pancakes?

Pretend is a Wonderful Game (Chapter 12)

//quick note. I thought about letting Decans live in this chapter, but it was more fun to write it this way!! <33

Decans didn't improve. But, he didn't get worse either. He was stuck in the same lifeless state, and he would stay that way for God only knows how long. Fresh couldn't handle it if Decans left him. He had already lost so much. Everybody around him knew this too. He had been broken too many times to last through this.

Even Error couldn't deny that he felt the slightest bit of pain for him. Decans didn't deserve what happened to him. He deserved anything but that. And while Error wasn't exactly fond of it, he tried to be there for Fresh. He kept an eye on him and tried to be the brother Geno had been. Fresh would've appreciated it so much more if every time he looked at Error he didn't see the face of the person that had hurt his best friend. The person who had potentially killed his best friend.

CQ had tried to keep Fresh and Error away from each other, but no longer because of Error. It seems the tables had turned a lot since what had happened. Sugar and Paperjam said they were there for Fresh if he needed to talk, and they had stuck true to their word. It wasn't unusual for them to show up at 2 o' clock and stay 'till 7.

And Fresh was trying. Everyone could tell he was tired, or upset, but they didn't comment on that. He was glad for it. He wasn't ready to talk about it yet. Geno had just been ripped away from him-- he couldn't lose Decans too.

So everyone pretended that it was fine. They smiled and laughed and joked like nothing ever happened. They smiled as if Decans wasn't laying deadly still in a hospital bed. They laughed about things that didn't really matter.

They didn't get to pretend for very long. - - -

"We're sorry for your loss." The doctor spoke the words he said to everyone who had ever experienced this. Hollow words coming from a person who had never known Decans. Who had never seen him smile, or laugh and been given a hug. Someone who had never been through the darkest times with him, or someone who had never shown every side of themselves to him. Someone who didn't learn a thing from him or listen to him joke about things you shouldn't joke about. Someone who hadn't known Decans. CQ gripped Fresh's hand tight enough for it to hurt. He didn't react. He didn't feel it. Come to think of it, he didn't feel anything. He didn't want to feel anything.

A tense second passed. Two. Possibly, three, four, maybe even a couple minutes.

"Fresh, I--" CQ started.

"It's fine." Fresh deadpanned. CQ startled, as she had expected him to break down in tears, not console her.

"Can we just go home?" His voice shook a little bit as the harsh reality settled around his weary soul.

CQ's heart ached to wrap her arms around him and tell him it would be okay. But she knew how it felt for those words to come from someone who didn't really know the one you lost. The pain caused by taking those words to heart and nodding. She had seen the boys' friendship blossom the very first time she had met Decans. She hadn't gotten much time to speak to him or get to know him, but the mother knew he was sweet.

CQ remembered the way he squirmed and introduced himself, and the way Fresh smiled and took him from the situation. She remembered how surprised she was to see he actually cared for someone. She remembered the looks they gave each other and the inside jokes she had never learned to understand.

CQ pursed her lips and nodded. "Yeah." ~ ~ ~

"W-What if she doesn't like me?" Decans mumbled, letting Fresh gently pull him along.

"Brah, who could not all up like you?" Fresh replied, snorting.

"What if your brothers think I'm weird?"

"Trust me Deccy Dec, ya don't gotta worry about dat."

"What if--"

Fresh stopped, turned around, and gave Decans his best serious face. "Why are you all up wiggity-wiggity-worryin' so much? You're gonna make yourself all up sick."

Decans studied the pavement. "I just wanna be careful. F-First impressions are everything, right?"

Fresh sighs, giving Decans' hand a light squeeze. "Deccy Dec, ya don't have anythin' to worry about. You'll be a-okay. Promise."

After a moment's hesitation, Decans nods. Fresh smiles and hops up onto the front porch of a house.

Decans squints. "What are you doing?"

"We're all up already here." Fresh snickers.

"Oh."

Decans fiddles with the drawstrings of his hoodie for a moment. "Well, are ya gonna just stand there all day?"

Laughing, Decans looks up. He takes in a breath to say something.

" " ~ ~ ~

Fresh opens his eyes. It's still dark. Silent, Fresh sits up and checks the clock.

4 am.

He thinks about lying down and trying to go back to sleep before deciding against it. Hopping out of bed, he slips down the stairs and into the kitchen. His feet clack against the cold tile as he opens the fridge. The light temporarily blinds him. Fresh grabs a cup of water and heads into the living room. The T.V's light dances on the walls. It's raining. He checks the clock.

5 am.

Expecting to hear CQ get up from her computer, he drinks the cup of water. It's empty.

6 am. ~ ~ ~

Sitting up for the second time, Fresh groans. He checks the clock.

7 am.

He glares at it for a bit longer. It's Saturday, right? Yeah. He lays down and pulls the cover over his head. It's still raining. A shiver escapes from Fresh, despite the fact that he's hot under the heavy comforter. He remembers what day it is. It's Saturday. He presses his eyes shut. The funeral's tomorrow.

//so thats that! sorry for all the angst lmao

#not so fresh

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oosteven-universe · 6 years

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Death or Glory #1

Death or Glory #1 Image Comics 2018 Written by Rick Remender Illustrated by Bengal Lettered by Russ Wooten Meet Glory, raised off the grid in a convoy amid truckers—the last men and women fighting for true freedom on the American open road. Now, in order to pay for her beloved dying Father’s surgery, Glory has three days to pull off four dangerous cross-country heists with mob killers, crooked cops, and a psycho ex-husband all out to bring her in or die trying. I didn’t know what to expect from this but it’s Rick and I knew I would find it fascinating to say the least. However I wasn’t really prepared for what he delivered I will wholeheartedly admit that. The opening here is spectacular and it really makes the reader sit up, take notice and wonder what the hell have they gotten themselves into? Yes I do mean the reader saying that I mean it is so out there and unexpected. I like the way that this is structured. The opening was brilliant that leads us to meeting Glory and throughout the rest of the issue we are introduced to a colourful cast of characters that play a myriad of different roles, some from the ordinary and others well they are almost too cliché to be real but they are! There are some familiar elements which honestly is to be expected but in reality it’s how they are presented that make them feel fresh. So with Glory’s introduction we see a number of things and they all lead to more questions than answers currently. Was that some brand of Nicorette gum? I liked the fact that the entire time we see her working and making that tape we never once see her face. Also it take me a bit to realise what that bathroom scene was really all about and that by itself made my day. That we see it, it has to have some sort of significance and I am extremely impressed that I didn’t or couldn’t put two and two together. The concept of being off the grid is great but Red took that the next level by trashing every piece of identification he had including his Social Security card. That this town has a bunch of folks that are similarly like-minded in their ideals makes for a small community to become family instead of strangers. That we see this and that we see and learn more about her including the introduction of her ex-husband oo oo tamba that was something to behold and I gotta say to Mr. Remender hot diggity damn that was some strong surprising work right there! The work that Bengal is doing here is utterly ridiculous in how good it is. The attention to detail that we see and how he uses varying weights in the linework are beautifully done. The way he utilises page layouts so how we see the angles and perspective in the panels shows off a really good solid eye for storytelling. I love the emotion that work brings and how faces, facial expressions and body language are used to enhance the characterisation. There is some absolutely wonderful utilisation of backgrounds here they are used so effectively to expand the moment, give us a better sense of scope to what is happening it’s just amazingly well done. There is absolutely nothing about this book that is normal, expected or that dreadful word boring. From the minute you hit the first page until you hit the last one it’s a thrill ride of what the “F” moments until you close the back cover and have a moment to breathe. Then you have to re-read this paying closer attention to Darren and tell me he doesn’t look like a familiar 50’s face (or later but still) the belies everything about him. This is just something that is never ceases to amaze at every turn.

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honeynutcheerio-qwq · 7 years

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Not so “Fresh” (Part Six)

Ahem, quick disclaimer, I’m a jerk and this is sorta awkward. Later!

It had been 3 days since the crash. Fresh had been kept in the hospital because of his unsure condition. He had been silent, not eating, and just generally out of it. Ink was a train wreck, Geno was still on life support, and Error wouldn’t leave his side. Meanwhile, CQ and Alaina we’re watching over Fresh, Geno and Error, trying not to think about the daunting due dates of the comics they were doing. Comyet was still trying to console her son, who has no hope or faith whatsoever. In other words, this was pretty screwed up.

Calm. It was calm. Still waters, thoughts stagnant. All that mattered was existing. Fresh continued to think about this, hovering between states of consciousness. It was nice, not having to think about anything. Just… Existing. Light, a blinding light filled Fresh’s eyesockets. It burned– as if someone was pouring magma into his skull. And directly into his left eye socket. It was unbearable. The vision went dark in his right eye socket, and he felt as is something was chewing on his soul.

Something wasn’t right. Fresh heard an outside voice, too detached and frantic to be his own. He felt his head being lifted up by familiar hands. He was skeptical, struggling a bit in the firm grip. “Stay still Fresh, honey!” It was CQ. “M-Mom I can’t-” “Shhh, it’s alright honey I'm here.” Fresh calmed down a bit, now that the pain has receded. But there was still a strong aching in his skull, one he just- couldn’t explain. Fresh squeezed CQ, he would try and sort this out later.

“That- That’s impossible.” Fresh woke up to CQ’s voice, but he never remembered falling asleep. “His vision’s just… Gone?” The other voices were fuzzy. "We are sure it is only temporary. His soul is trying to block out what is hurting it, and that may have been his sight.“ "Maybe you didn’t do the test right- No, I don’t want to hear it, try again, please.” She sounded desperate. Fresh’s eye sockets were invaded by cold– ironic, as he had felt burning pain merely hours before. The cold stayed for a while, and Fresh grew used to it. There was a slight sting when the cold left his eye sockets, though. “…Still the same?” Static. “I see,” (Dramatic Irony-) Fresh flinched as he was picked up.

Fresh knew almost immediately it was his mother, “Mom?” But he asked just to be sure. “It’s going to be okay.” CQ squeezed Fresh tightly, and he was slightly confused. There was some sort of burning in his chest, the other cold feeling trying to grasp it. It made him reflexively frown, and his eye sockets burned. Just when he thought the magma pain was returning, hot tears fell from his eye sockets. He was confused, so very confused, too much was happening in such a short amount of time…

CQ felt something wet hit her shoulder, she flinched a bit before moving Fresh back into her field of vision. “S-sweetie?” Fresh is crying a bit, and it is quite the scene. He is quite flustered, his sockets dark except for his left one, which has a small upside down heart. CQ stared in wonder at the strange object. It was slightly unsettling. “M-Mom? Are you still here?” Fresh was a bit panicky, his smile still not returning, as his bone-brows furrowed. “I’m here sweetie, I’m here.”

It had been a while since then, Fresh had been released from the hospital, his emotions seemed to be returning, Ink was beginning to feel better about this situation, and Error hadn't crashed in a week!Sadly, nothing had changed for Geno. In fact, he seemed to be getting worse. Everything about him was getting worse. In the occasional instances that he woke up, it was only for him to stare into space, not acknowledging anyone or anything.

Fresh clung to CQ as she walked through the parking lot, towards the hospital. The automated doors slid open, a small puff of cool air spilling out into the hot temperature outside. Fresh and CQ walk in, silent as the medicinal smell filled their lungs. It was all too familiar. They walked up to the receptionist and told them who they were, the receptionist allowing them to proceed without further hesitations. Fresh pushed up his sunglasses and listened to the sounds around him. For whatever reason, his sight still had not returned, and now he could only really trust his other senses.

“Hey, Fresh honey?” “Yup?” “You’ve been silent for a while, are you alright?” “No, I’m not,” Is what he ached to say, but he could hear the tiredness in his mother’s voice, and thought otherwise. “Yeah, I’m just a bit all up Diggity darn nervous.” Even with his new emotions, his lingo still sounded the same. That was a strange form of relief. When they walked into Geno’s room, Fresh felt something tug at his soul. Sadness.

With the help of muscle (bone?) memory, Fresh walked up to Geno and gently grabbed his hand. Something went wrong.

A fever quickly scampered through Fresh.

No, no, no, no… This was all wrong… Please no… Geno turned to dust right in front of Fresh. Tears. Darkness.

Fresh woke up with a start. “Fresh?” “Mom? Where all up are we?” “I was going back home because you were getting sleepy, don’t you remember?” Fresh felt his face contort in confusion. “No…?” “I’m sure you’ll remember sweetie.” “…Okay.” Fresh had a lot of questions, but surely they could wait for after a nap. They still had a while ‘till they got home.

#not so fresh #part six

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