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saladzz-o · 2 years
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Look at him, my poor sad baby :(
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fire-and-swan · 2 years
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Dimension 20 (Web Series) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Riz Gukgak, The Bad Kids (Dimension 20) Additional Tags: Fantasy High Sophomore Year Spoilers (Dimension 20), mostly for that very last scene, Stream of Consciousness, Unreliable Narrator Summary:
Riz doesn’t remember much of Junior Year. This is what he does remember.
Riz doesn't remember much of Junior Year. He remembers the light. He remembers saying that name. He remembers something warring with him in an instant, something reaching through his shadow to grab him by the throat and pull him under and away. He remembers It. He doesn't remember much after that.
He remembers fragments of moments. He remembers spending time with his friends. Laughing, talking. He knows that it wasn't him. He knows that the imitation was perfect. He remembers realising that It had been watching him for days, weeks, months. Ever since he had gotten that tattoo, It had been following him. It had been paying attention, and It is a very good actor.
He remembers his friends suggesting going on an adventure. He knows they wanted to fix things, but he doesn’t remember what they wanted to fix. He remembers them suggesting researching, and later suggesting travelling. He remembers telling them that they had nothing to worry about. That nothing had happened yet, he'd been watching, and until it did, how could they even be sure that their research lined up with what they were facing? He remembers, in his few moments of clarity, trying to guide them down the right track. Because he wanted It gone, but It didn't want to leave. Not yet. Not until It had gotten what It came here for. He had no idea what It wanted. He still has no idea what It wanted. If anyone else knows, they won't say. But he knows, he knew, that he'd do whatever it took to stop It from getting exactly that.
He remembers the moment of betrayal. He remembers the fall. The moment of grief, of betrayal, of realising that someone they had been calling 'friend' had been working for the enemy. He remembers their words. He remembers the pain he felt. He remembers their grief and betrayal and pain. But all second-hand. All as It fed on the pain It was causing. He doesn't remember the moment they realised he wasn't him. He doesn't know what gave It away. He doesn't know how long it took. He doesn’t know for sure that they ever figured it out. He hopes they did. He hopes they know that he wasn’t doing things willingly, that he wasn’t doing things at all. But all he knows is that they realised it was connected to this plane through him. And he can't decide if that's a blessing, or a curse.
He remembers moments of clarity. He remembers trying to convince his friends that he was him, not It. He remembers telling them to do whatever it takes to stop It. He remembers telling them to save themselves, to save the world. Even if it meant killing him, to stop It. He remembers their expressions when he suggested that. But he doesn't remember their reply.
He remembers waking up. He remembers the cut of the ropes. He remembers the smell of wax and arcane in the air. He remembers the fading echoes of chanting. He remembers the musty taste of the gag in his mouth. He remembers the stiffness of his shoulders. He remembers trying to convince them that it had worked. That It was gone. He remembers the looks that they didn't think he caught. He remembers weeks of looks. He remembers being trailed. He remembers letting them trail him.
He remembers the loss of trust. The loss of their trust in him. The loss of his trust in himself.
He remembers fragments. He knows what it felt like for a few scattered moments between being pulled under, and being pulled out. It feels like he aged years. But he knows it was months. He knows it was less than a year. He doesn't trust his sense of time anymore. He can't. He's lost too much of it. He trusts the watch his dad gave him. He trusts the calendar on his crystal. He knows he checks both far too frequently. But he can't help it. He can't trust his own sense of time, and he has to trust something.
He remembers before. And he remembers after. He doesn't remember the time in-between. But he can see it, in the changes. He can see it, in the relaxed stability between Kristen and Tracker. He can see it in the length of Fabian's hair, and the colour of Adaine's. He can hear it in the two new albums Fig and Gorgug have released. Which for once he knows none of the songs from. He can feel it in the way they all move around him. They don't trust him anymore. They don't trust that he is still the person they knew. But that's the only thing he can trust about himself. He's grown a little. He's gained and lost muscle mass in odd places. His room and office are both messes that he doesn't know how to navigate. 
But he knows himself. He is still Riz Gukgak. Some days that is all he can be sure of. He wishes that they could be sure of that too.
He remembers what they were all like, before. And he watches them together. Talking, laughing. They don't do any of that around him anymore. They fake it, and they fake it well. But he knew them, once. And he remembers. He watches from the shadows, hidden and safe, knowing that were he to emerge their relaxed joy would fix into something forced. He watches them pass. He lets them go. And he remembers.
He knows who he was. He knows who he is. And he knows- He knows he is no longer one of the Bad Kids. But he remembers. 
And as they approach, unaware of where he hides, Riz Gukgak (licensed investigator, ex-member of the AV club, CI of the Lower Planar Reconnaissance Task Force, mid-level rogue) adjusts his bag and runs.
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lazylittledragon · 2 months
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'i'll just do a couple of doodles of mombin™/platonic stobin parents' nevermind, borderline graphic novel
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anininas · 3 months
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This man deserved a cat
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khytal · 10 months
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come back, brother, come home. tell me you didn’t want it to end this way either
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isjasz · 8 months
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[Day 96]
Together they become GUY!!
(Context: On the stream yesterday they were joking about just combining into one player for decked out LOL)
(And Hermittober: Day 1 Frost ❄️)
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posting this with absolutely no context
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merrigel · 4 months
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I want it back = I drag its dead weight forward
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cowardlykrow · 1 month
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Don't even look at each other before marriage
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temeyes · 3 months
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been working all day, have some Bois!
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arielluva · 3 months
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never drawn their movie designs before :3
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elytrianicarus · 6 months
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me when i unleash terrible beasts upon the server and am responsible for the deaths of 3 people
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lazylittledragon · 2 months
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story time
i was visiting my boyfriend and we were running out of youtube to watch so i suggested we watch a film because i have. a list of films i specifically want to watch with him
and his laptop is on her last legs and half frozen when she boots up and neither of us pay for streaming services so i said "well, i really want to watch skinamarink but we have to pirate it and i don't want to kill your computer"
and he just looks at me. and proceeds to pull up his adblock, his vpn and his bookmarked collection of piracy websites
so anyway i'm going to marry him yesterday
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dizzybizz · 6 months
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KAEYA BIRTHDAY ??? ?? i love you mr alberich sir i love you oh so so so much.
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uh dialogue for this one but more legible under the cut (and a messy ragbros page)
Klee: Kaeya! Come down here! Kaeya: Oh? heh. What is it, Spark Knight?
Klee: Happy Birthday! It is today? Right? I even double-checked with Albedo and everything but I don't know... Klee: It's a Calla Lily! You like those, right? Kaeya: I certainly do! Thank y- Klee: Oh. Klee: OK OK OK- Kaeya: Hm? Klee: Kaeya you have to promise to not tell Master Jean about this one! Kaeya: You can count on me to keep my lips sealed.
Klee: OK! Close your eyes- eye- and hold out your hands! Kaeya: Mhm! Klee: OK! You can open them! TA-DA~!
Klee: I made a bomb for you! It even has an eyepatch! He can look after you when I'm somewhere else. Take good care of him! Oh yeah- He explodes if you- Kaeya?
Kaeya: Thank you Klee! Thank you very much! Klee: You're VERY welcome Kaeya!
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a lil ragbros too.... kaeya and his red siblings amirite (bursts into tears).. also i am so obsessed with chibi diluc saying "bring em in..."
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attyattlaw · 7 months
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my hungry ass could not be a heart surgeon id bite it like an apple
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bonus-links · 10 months
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RUINS, pt. 14
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