Ridgephos – Homesick

i-dreamed-of-infinity:

Fucking hell I don’t even know what this was I just needed to get shit out

Words: 1409

Here have some angsty Xephos about his early days in Minecraft, based on Ridge coming to look after him when he feels homesick.

WARNING: Self harm, depression (I like taking out my problems on Xeph)

Also I took a leaf out of someones book and used a song to prompt me

‘Beam me up ‘cause I can’t breath

Spaceman, always wanted you to go into space, man.’

Babylon Zoo

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Whoops okay i’m crying.

spookymajor:

note to self don’t think about your otp curled up together in bed, legs and arms all tangled together between blankets to fight off the cold and listening to the sound of rain and each other’s breathing, faces buried in tangles of hair or against the other’s chest/neck and pressing little kisses against their cheek or their shoulder or their neck and mumbling about how lucky they are to have the other because you will get feelings and then cry

Ridgephos-A Diary

becsabillion:

Hey guys! Here is yet another Ridgephos fic, inspired by the great sjinnuendo and her post here                                                                    – > http://sjinnuendo.tumblr.com/post/64895421776/ridgephos-drabble-stuff-idek-sorry-more ! If you’re wondering about the weird words, here’s the website I used http://www.bigwords.com/bigwords/ My music choice for this was all of the Pride and Prejudice soundtrack but specifically ‘Darcy’s Letter’! 1686 words, and a very SFW fluff fic overall. Thanks for reading and please enjoy! c:

Ridge sat at his desk and wrote.
The large window that was above it spread its light throughout the room. Outside, the demi-god was aware of others far away, working or laughing. But Ridge? He had nothing to do.
So he wrote.
I was new to this world once, not brand new but new enough. I started forgetting things; only little trivial things, but enough to concern me. I had puzzled over the problem for quite some time; perhaps I could record videos? They seemed too awkward, too hi-tech. Tell others? Who was there to tell? Who would even care about lonely Ridge? Later, when I had Xephos, maybe then I would have considered it, but Xephos had not been there then.
The solution was simple. Paper and a pencil.

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