Forgive me for I have fallen into the 14DWY sauce Doodles under the cut!!
Renren <3
I have so much homework, but I can't help but draw something đ¤
i love short haired ren đđđ
A lil thing I meant to write for April Fools, but am a little late lol. Isn't that in the spirit of the day tho? >:3
(inspired by a lovely artwork from @veriitasu) mdni !! / 14 days with you / sfw / redacted belongs to @14dayswithyou
Redacted lazily strums out the simple riff on his guitar, endlessly patient as Angel squints at him, trying to learn to replicate the riff. He canât help but admire his Angelâs face, scrunched up in the most adorable way as they lean in closer, lower lip caught between their teeth in intense concentration.
Once he finishes his demonstration, he gestures to them, gently encouraging, âOne more try, Angel. Yâcan do it, youâre sâclose.â
Angel just groans, flopping back on their bed, âUghhhhh I canâttttt. How do you even-? My brain understands but my fingers wonât cooperate!!â
He chuckles before humming in agreement, mindlessly strumming at the guitar, âMmm, yeah, I remember it beinâ like that when I was first learninâ too. Donât worry, itâll get easier thâmore you practice. Nâ youâre already making such great progress! Fâreal, Angel, Iâm so proud of you.â
Angel shoots a lingering glance toward them, and Redactedâs breath catches at the intensity of their Angelâs eyes, shining with newfound determination, âAlright. One last try, I got this!â
With an eager expression, Redacted silences the last vibrations of his guitar with a swift hand over the strings, instead leaning in to cheer on Angelâs next attempt.
And this time, they finally, finally get it right, the strings giving way to a melody that filled the room with an electric energy.
Redacted grins, looking on in admiration, âThatâs mâAngel.â His eyes then widen with a realization, and he practically trips over himself to switch out his electric guitar for the bass guitar that was leaning on the other side of the room.
Readjusting it to their form, they mutter under their breath, more of a wish than a request, âIf yâjust play it one more timeâŚâ He checks to make sure his camera was recording.
After cheering a small celebration of their own, Angel does just that, replaying the melody with more confidence than before. This time, Redacted joins them, playing the accompaniment he had already learned far earlier in their study session. Their notes easily meld together, Redactedâs tune matching Angelâs perfectly, even through the slight hesitation, making it sound as though there was no better way to play it.
Redacted smiles to himself as the music hangs in the air, âSee, sâlike we were made for each other.â
They reach out to their Angel, running the back of their knuckles against the warmth of their cheek affectionately. That is, until Angel reaches back toward him. Redacted freezes, holding his breath as his Angelâs eyes lock onto his own for a split second. And then the world tilts, and the screen in front of him goes to static.
Frantically, Redacted reaches over to his keyboard, quickly maximizing the feed from the other cameras in Angelâs room.
But the moment is broken, and Redacted can do nothing but sit at his desk, alone. So close and yet so heartbreakingly far from his other half as they move to put their guitar away, unknowingly severing the false connection Redacted had so desperately built between them.
me holding a gun to a mushroom: tell me the name of god you fungal piece of shit
mushroom: can you feel your heart burning? can you feel the struggle within? the fear within me is beyond anything your soul can make. you cannot kill me in a way that matters
me cocking the gun, tears streaming down my face: IâM NOT FUCKING SCARED OF YOU
We are a very very dumb, stupid people
Angel...
X: CuĂĄntas veces has visto este trend?
Yo: SĂ
UGHHH-
Si les soy sincera, no entendĂ muy bien cĂłmo se usaba la plantilla :')
Hice lo que pude, asĂ que espero que les guste- Necesitaba uno de Ren, Okei? đ