Just read that Troy Baker did some Batman voice acting for Lego DImensions or whatever it is. Thing is, it would be great for him to join Te… morellTale for the Batman game when you think about it. Maybe when he's Bruce he'll sound like Rhys. (Most likely not though) Eh.
She doesn’t call him anymore. He misses their late-night talks, hearing her voice growing softer and softer as she desperately tries to stay awake until she’s forced to sheepishly admit that she should be going. He’s always had sleeping difficulties so he cheerfully wishes her a good night, then switches off the call. Stays silent for a bit, then whispers “I love you” at the phone. Never to her face, he’s never dared.
It’s been awhile since their last six-hour texting conversation. The type where they say goofy stuff and he makes a fool of himself, a cute fool, she calls it. It always makes him smile, a huge grin that he can’t control. The type where kissy-face smileys and hearts are exchanged without really meaning too much. Even though they mean so much more to him, even though he’s taken more screenshots than he can count of the things she says at 5 AM.
He doesn’t start the conversations, neither does she. It’s not like before, when saying “hey” feels like the most natural thing in the world and saying “goodbye” is followed with the reassuring warmth in his chest that comes with the certainty she’ll be there tomorrow, that they can continue right where they left off. Not like now, where every silence, every stop in the flow of speech is accompanied with the heaviest of regrets.
She’s stopped pressing him to visit. If they do talk, not a word is said about the distance between them, one that could be crossed, were they to work for it. Not at all like the crazy ideas they’ve spawned in the past. Him riding a moonshot. Her conning a billionaire. Him quitting his job, getting thrown out to the planet below. He never tells her how real the last one is, how many of his sleepless nights he’s spent planning the day that he’ll return to her. How they’ll be together again.
He’s never sure where she is. If he gets news, it’s from her sister, telling him of her recent exploits and hesitantly adding that of course she would’ve called if she’d had time. He worries, she’s always made sure to send him reports, lively and seemingly out-of-breath. No matter what she’s been through, she tells him everything, then asks to hear about his day. She doesn’t ask anymore. He doesn’t, either.
Days go by, he keeps forgetting to check up on her and when he does it’s only for a few minutes, before the words die out without a proper ending. Texts flow past, meaningless “how are you”s and “gotta go”s. Somewhere along the line, he starts finding them a nuisance. Everything he hears from her, every time he forces himself to start a short chat, after a minute’s doubt with his thumb over the “Send” button, makes him more bitter. It’s beginning to become apparent, everywhere he goes he feels worried eyes on him, people asking him if he’s okay. He isolates himself and reads pages of their old conversations, stopping at the point where they first started drifting apart.
The truth is, it’s not her fault. For all he knows, she’s down there, looking at her phone, silently begging him to say something. She’s giving up. He gets the feeling he already has.
Just contributing to the outburst of Rhyiona fanfics, eh? Doing my part...
You had to do it... This is too much "real life stuff", you pretty Joey... Beautiful, amazing and sad like our life that is passing by, whether we want it or not.
She doesn’t call him anymore. He misses their late-night talks, hearing her voice growing softer and softer as she desperately tries to stay… more awake until she’s forced to sheepishly admit that she should be going. He’s always had sleeping difficulties so he cheerfully wishes her a good night, then switches off the call. Stays silent for a bit, then whispers “I love you” at the phone. Never to her face, he’s never dared.
It’s been awhile since their last six-hour texting conversation. The type where they say goofy stuff and he makes a fool of himself, a cute fool, she calls it. It always makes him smile, a huge grin that he can’t control. The type where kissy-face smileys and hearts are exchanged without really meaning too much. Even though they mean so much more to him, even though he’s taken more screenshots than he can count of the things she says at 5 AM.
He doesn’t start the conversations, neither does she. It’s not like before, when … [view original content]
She doesn’t call him anymore. He misses their late-night talks, hearing her voice growing softer and softer as she desperately tries to stay… more awake until she’s forced to sheepishly admit that she should be going. He’s always had sleeping difficulties so he cheerfully wishes her a good night, then switches off the call. Stays silent for a bit, then whispers “I love you” at the phone. Never to her face, he’s never dared.
It’s been awhile since their last six-hour texting conversation. The type where they say goofy stuff and he makes a fool of himself, a cute fool, she calls it. It always makes him smile, a huge grin that he can’t control. The type where kissy-face smileys and hearts are exchanged without really meaning too much. Even though they mean so much more to him, even though he’s taken more screenshots than he can count of the things she says at 5 AM.
He doesn’t start the conversations, neither does she. It’s not like before, when … [view original content]
You had to do it... This is too much "real life stuff", you pretty Joey... Beautiful, amazing and sad like our life that is passing by, whether we want it or not.
She doesn’t call him anymore. He misses their late-night talks, hearing her voice growing softer and softer as she desperately tries to stay… more awake until she’s forced to sheepishly admit that she should be going. He’s always had sleeping difficulties so he cheerfully wishes her a good night, then switches off the call. Stays silent for a bit, then whispers “I love you” at the phone. Never to her face, he’s never dared.
It’s been awhile since their last six-hour texting conversation. The type where they say goofy stuff and he makes a fool of himself, a cute fool, she calls it. It always makes him smile, a huge grin that he can’t control. The type where kissy-face smileys and hearts are exchanged without really meaning too much. Even though they mean so much more to him, even though he’s taken more screenshots than he can count of the things she says at 5 AM.
He doesn’t start the conversations, neither does she. It’s not like before, when … [view original content]
She doesn’t call him anymore. He misses their late-night talks, hearing her voice growing softer and softer as she desperately tries to stay… more awake until she’s forced to sheepishly admit that she should be going. He’s always had sleeping difficulties so he cheerfully wishes her a good night, then switches off the call. Stays silent for a bit, then whispers “I love you” at the phone. Never to her face, he’s never dared.
It’s been awhile since their last six-hour texting conversation. The type where they say goofy stuff and he makes a fool of himself, a cute fool, she calls it. It always makes him smile, a huge grin that he can’t control. The type where kissy-face smileys and hearts are exchanged without really meaning too much. Even though they mean so much more to him, even though he’s taken more screenshots than he can count of the things she says at 5 AM.
He doesn’t start the conversations, neither does she. It’s not like before, when … [view original content]
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All I want is to give him peace. Peace is what everyone deserves, regardless anything.
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Fiona seems weird/happy/high
She looks Vallory age....
a five minute thing yeah okay
haha the orange light thing goes up rhys' nose and fiona's mouth
Why is this thing so funny? Haha
I WAS LITERALLY JUST THINKING THAT
I honestly thought it was cute at first but now I look at it and they're eating the noodle thing.
EDIT: WAAAIT IT'S LADY AND THE TRAMP REMADE OH MY
It's a magic noodle! Who's also fire!
Yes
Don't make it awkward xoxo
@Eryka
Ah, come on!
Nose is killing me.
Like a magic Gortys spaghetti?
All right. I'll give it a try, but I can't promise there'll be anything good aside from that Jack-ass.
We found her upgrade! What a miracle! It's coming out of Rhys' nose!
so much rhyiona today, did everyone get inspired at once or what
She doesn’t call him anymore. He misses their late-night talks, hearing her voice growing softer and softer as she desperately tries to stay awake until she’s forced to sheepishly admit that she should be going. He’s always had sleeping difficulties so he cheerfully wishes her a good night, then switches off the call. Stays silent for a bit, then whispers “I love you” at the phone. Never to her face, he’s never dared.
It’s been awhile since their last six-hour texting conversation. The type where they say goofy stuff and he makes a fool of himself, a cute fool, she calls it. It always makes him smile, a huge grin that he can’t control. The type where kissy-face smileys and hearts are exchanged without really meaning too much. Even though they mean so much more to him, even though he’s taken more screenshots than he can count of the things she says at 5 AM.
He doesn’t start the conversations, neither does she. It’s not like before, when saying “hey” feels like the most natural thing in the world and saying “goodbye” is followed with the reassuring warmth in his chest that comes with the certainty she’ll be there tomorrow, that they can continue right where they left off. Not like now, where every silence, every stop in the flow of speech is accompanied with the heaviest of regrets.
She’s stopped pressing him to visit. If they do talk, not a word is said about the distance between them, one that could be crossed, were they to work for it. Not at all like the crazy ideas they’ve spawned in the past. Him riding a moonshot. Her conning a billionaire. Him quitting his job, getting thrown out to the planet below. He never tells her how real the last one is, how many of his sleepless nights he’s spent planning the day that he’ll return to her. How they’ll be together again.
He’s never sure where she is. If he gets news, it’s from her sister, telling him of her recent exploits and hesitantly adding that of course she would’ve called if she’d had time. He worries, she’s always made sure to send him reports, lively and seemingly out-of-breath. No matter what she’s been through, she tells him everything, then asks to hear about his day. She doesn’t ask anymore. He doesn’t, either.
Days go by, he keeps forgetting to check up on her and when he does it’s only for a few minutes, before the words die out without a proper ending. Texts flow past, meaningless “how are you”s and “gotta go”s. Somewhere along the line, he starts finding them a nuisance. Everything he hears from her, every time he forces himself to start a short chat, after a minute’s doubt with his thumb over the “Send” button, makes him more bitter. It’s beginning to become apparent, everywhere he goes he feels worried eyes on him, people asking him if he’s okay. He isolates himself and reads pages of their old conversations, stopping at the point where they first started drifting apart.
The truth is, it’s not her fault. For all he knows, she’s down there, looking at her phone, silently begging him to say something. She’s giving up. He gets the feeling he already has.
Just contributing to the outburst of Rhyiona fanfics, eh? Doing my part...
I guess @ZapThroat is really inspired by Rhyiona, cauz' you know...
??????????
Just, check the comments...
You had to do it... This is too much "real life stuff", you pretty Joey... Beautiful, amazing and sad like our life that is passing by, whether we want it or not.
Joey, you are a wonderful person.
Today has been an extremely productive day in Rhyiona history.
eye bleach needed asap.
I couldn't warn you in time...
FapThroat is... a cool guy, also really dirty.
I had to do it... okay no I didn't but it happened and thank you so much, you pretty human being
Bah, haterzzzz.
Just enjoy things and let others enjoy what they enjoy.
And also party on dudes.
Hey, at least I'm not the weirdo, not this time.
Here, m8.
He doesn't need that.
No, you had to. This day is calling to anyone able to write. Else, I can't explain all these works.
As are youuu Peanut! You, Maw, Wolfie, Kenny and Kristi all posted such beautiful writings
Yes, December 4th shall forever be known as... (helpmeouthereI'mcrapatnames)
Bruh...
oh my GOD WHY
He's going to be okay.
Hey, I should add FapThroat into my fanfic... Oh, he's totally going to hate me.
ahhh, haven't we all gone through similar things with family or friends...
this was a really good read joey, very real
thank you friend
Wolfenus, did you ever had a kind of crush on Zappy?
Hey, at least they're both alive...
My angst kills people.