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appalachianapologies · 10 months

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Hi bestie I’m resurrecting my tumblr for you <3

Can you write about Aled and Frances from Radio Silence in the future!

Here’s lots of pictures of Oso and Tiger being gremlins

tumblr resurrection muahaha! stinky baby piss boy oso and esteemed gentlemen gremlin tiger!!!!

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Frances hasn’t been able to stop grinning for the past straight hour.

There’s absolutely nothing fun about unpacking what feels like hundreds of boxes, yet she couldn’t imagine anything else that she’d rather be doing right now.

“I think the kitchen light’s already out.”

Spinning around, she meets Aled’s eyes. “What?”

“Won’t turn on. Tried the switch a couple of times.”

“Lemme see, lemme see,” Frances replies, standing from her kneeling position over one of their numerous boxes. “Which one?”

Aled points above the stove with an eyebrow raised.

“Wait, we’ve only got one light in the whole kitchen?”

“It’s not really a luxury flat. Pretty small place.”

“Still. What’re we gonna do when it gets dark and we need to cook something?”

“We can just have dinner before it gets dark?”

Rolling her eyes, Frances counters, “Midnight snacks? What happens when it’s two AM and the inspiration hits but we’re too hungry to work on an episode? What’ll we do then?” Before Aled can even open his mouth, Frances continues, “Are we just gonna have to make mac ‘n cheese in the dark?”

There’s a smile on his face when Aled replies, “Or we can just dash to the store and get another bulb?”

Frances gives a few nods, before immediately changing her mind. “Well, now I’m kinda attached to an episode written in the dark. Could you picture it? A huge power outage in Universe City?”

Aled thinks about it for a split second. “Shall I go grab my laptop?”

#ok the plot missing bc drabble is that: they get an apartment together because i said so that's why but also bc it makes sense??#both in a new (new-adjacent) place physically and in their lives and neither living in the dorm #solution? ROOMIES #also this is my bestie!!!!!! that's why im calling the dog a little stinky piss baby i promise i don't normally call dogs that 😭#asks #spacecoconut #we love spacecoconut #in which vi actually writes #drabbles #prompts #radio silence #oseman verse my beloved #admittedly i don't know if i've really got their voices down bc i don't have the book in front of me to compare #but you know what? in this household we understand that perfection isn't realistic and causes toxic mindsets and standards

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appalachianapologies · 9 months

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for @spacecoconut

The moment he saw him from across the battle field- that’s when he knew.

All these fake stories and fairy tales about falling in love the moment that sights have been set on each other, all fake and made up for little ones. Only apparently, they’re not fake at all, because that’s exactly what’s happened at this moment.

Unblinking eyes staring into unblinking eyes.

And then the battle has begun.

Bloodshed, limbs strewn across dirt and asphalt. In between the fighting and screaming, he couldn’t help but look for those same eyes. Hoping that the next time he saw them it wouldn’t be on the round, seconds away from being swept up by the wind or a hungry animal looking for an easy meal.

Long after the battle has ended, after the sun has set but the heat remained, he took another look around. Ran between bodies, taking barely a second to look at eyes. Already, the image of the other’s eyes were fading from his mind. Merey hours had passed, but it already felt like a lifetime.

Never had he seen another man like that, which meant he was absolutely determined to find him again. Find him before the bloodshed of war took not only his life, but a future with another fellow like himself-

He looked up at the sky. Still too bright for stars to shine, and without any clouds, it looked almost eerily blank. Blank, like his heart. Blank, like his heart will stay if he can’t find him again. If he can’t set his eyes on his eyes once more.

After minutes of searching, he couldn’t find him.

Hopefully, he was able to slither away before things got really bad. Hopefully, he’s still out there.

But of course, being still out there means that he’l be there for the next fight. And the next, and the next.

And the next time, he sees him again. Seconds before turning over his feet, while his eyes are still focused on the other’s.

Those unblinking eyes.

And the next time, those ublinking eyes.

It isn’t until it the final day, sun bright and heavy over them, heat shining down. It’s nearly unbearable, but he pushes through it. Pushes through it for him.

And after a half-assed battle with so little men that neither could hardly make a dent in either side, he decides to make his move. Find those eyes and scramble toward him with no regard for the danger that he could be putting himself in.

Asks a single question that he can’t even remember—probably something along the lines of wanting to leave, wanting to go somewhere where they can just be, where they can exist— before they’re both running away.

Running from the fight, from the bloodshed, from everything else that’s kept the two apart from each other.

Running away with each other, for each other.

#first the squirrel detective and now the lizard lovers #what oh what will i write next asdfjsdkf #in which vi actually writes #uh. lizards?#tumblr keep my paragraph breaks challenge #jk i don't trust tumblr im gonna put in periods #anyway oh to be a gay lizard meeting your darling as star crossed lovers on the battle field #that's the dream tbh

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