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Jeremy knew he was “special” from a very young age. His mom said it ran in the family, this “power of touch” he had. His grandpa had it and his older cousin, Marina did too. It only made him feel a little better, but not by much. His mom had tried to explain it to him as she tugged tight, skin colored gloves over him hands for next twelve years, but he doesn’t think he will ever truly understand.
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i'm the son of all i've done by tothemoonandbackmydear
Fandoms: All For The Game - Nora Sakavic
08 Sep 2016
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Mary Hartford woke up in sand.
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and we're dying with every breath we make by tothemoonandbackmydear
Fandoms: All For The Game - Nora Sakavic
02 Sep 2016
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“What’s your name, kid?” He asked, voice uncharastically soft and the boy hiccuped as he glanced skittishly from him to everyone else still staring at him in shock.
“Nathaniel.”
(or the one where no one expected Andrew to be this good with kids.)
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Tommyinnit doesn't know what touchstarved means, but he knows for sure thats not what he is.
Spoilers, that's exactly what he is.
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- Part 3 of May the clouds burn pink again
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06 Apr 2021
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There, a lone speck over the rubble, Tommy’s too-pale skin a stark contrast to the dark obsidian he was perched on, Techno couldn’t help but think Tommy was absolutely nothing like Theseus, the Greek hero Techno had once compared him to.
No, one of the voices cried, there he looked more like Icarus, flying higher and higher, daring to believe he wouldn’t get burned.
Or maybe, another chimed in, with his gaunt cheeks and thin limbs and tired eyes, Tommy looked more like Atlas, once more forced to bear the weight of the world on his shoulders so that others may breathe.
Or maybe, just maybe, Tommy looked like exactly what he was -- no Greek hero, not a hero at all in fact. Nothing more than a tired, beaten down, traumatized kidBookmarked by tothemoonandbackmydear
01 Apr 2021
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keep you warm and safe by always_an_anxious_mess for taye_z, BlueQuills, Star606
Fandoms: Minecraft - Fandom, Video Blogging RPF
05 Mar 2021
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Tommy’s been alone for a while after Dream’s been put in prison, with Tubbo out in Snowchester and most everyone else off doing their own thing. His mental health hasn’t been the best, but he’s fine.
He’s fine.
What was supposed to be a one-night trip to Snowchester to visit Tubbo and Ranboo proved otherwise.
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Or, I decided to say “fuck canon”, and write wingfic hurt/comfort because that’s what I’m good at. -R
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01 Apr 2021
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"Is that my shirt?" Techno asks, his voice going up a pitch in outrage, "And my shoes?!"
"No! I have no idea what you're talking about, in fact, why are you here? Off you go, go about your daily miscreancies! You're an adult, so go do… adult things!" Tommy rattles off, jittering around the kitchen like a spooked squirrel under the heavy gaze of his older brother.
"Why am I here?" Techno cries, "I live here Tommy! Why are you here?"
"Wow, you live here! I could have never even known! You should really put some paintings of yourself up or something…"
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A modern retelling of Tommy living in Techno's basement. Sort of.
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28 Mar 2021
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"It's a part of the Chaos Theory." He continues, calm as the world collapses around them, "An idea that one small incident can have a big impact on something that has yet to happen. Like the flap of the butterfly wing could cause an earthquake on the other side of the world. I think we all have moments like that. I know I have."
George can't hear anything but a part of himself screaming, "What was your small incident?"
Dream closes his eyes, tips his head back and faces the vast empty skies as the fire of a burning empire beats against his back. You can't see stars in the city.
"You."
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George has dreams. Dreams of a place where there's no wifi but he's a king with magic apples and children who start wars over discs. A world that's almost too good to be true. Or it is, until he meets Clay. And all of a sudden, they don't seem like dreams anymore — but memories.
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25 Mar 2021