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Sua is searching for a past of familiar affections in a new city. Mizi is on the lookout for a new sense of being in her old one. They find each other instead. For better or for worse.
A college romance with a side of trauma.
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- Part 1 of Lessons in the art of adulting
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College romance with a side of trauma. Mizisua and Tiivti focused honestly (though the latter is yet to be written)
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Ivan breathes a humorless laugh. "I don't know what it is you want from me."
Till furiously snaps back, "I want you to—" before cutting himself off. He takes a deep breath and relaxes his scrunched-up facial features before continuing, quieter. "I'm your best friend. I find you half passed out in some—fucked up garden that you've been coughing up for a year, and I'm freaking out because I don't know what's going on or—or if you'll be okay, and now that I know you're okay, the doctors are saying they can't let you go because you're too damn sick to be left alone!"
His lower lip quivers ever so slightly. Ivan, for his own sake, unfocuses his eyes until Till is only a shapeless blur of colors in the middle of a sea of hospital white.
"I'm your best friend," the blur repeats, breathlessly. "I want you to fucking say something to me."
Hanahaki disease is, quite famously, a condition born from love. Ivan is convinced that his case is the exception to this rule. And when each of his friends inevitably starts catching on to his quickly deteriorating health, everything goes spinning out of control.
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25 Jul 2026
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An empty fridge that they didn’t own, neither the pots nor the plates belonged to them. Their only possessions in that corner were a packet-of-five-packets instant ramen and two mugs, the blank ones Ivan bought and Till painted over — black cats for Ivan, and grey cats for Till, both with yellow stars. And the opened bag of cherry lollipops that Ivan sucked on while sketching designs.
Till wrapped the two mugs in the dirty towel they used to stop water from leaking onto the floor whenever the broken faucet acted up during dishwashing, and packed them together with the bathroom items. Still not full.
Bookmarked by aheartfullofquestions
23 Jun 2026
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BEST GIFT EVER!!! I love all the Blue Period references and the exploration of Till's grief.
LITERALLY MADE FOR ME THANK YOU SO MUCH
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Constellation of the Jelly Star by pinecow for carmenile
Fandoms: Alien Stage (Web Series)
07 Jan 2026
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At home, it seemed everything could be a coincidence, the identicality of every room, her eight adopted sisters who sat at a range between two years older and two years younger than Sua herself, who all had round eyes and dark hair, who were all always dressed in thick satin frills, and whose birthdays fell in succession during the last three months of the year. It was arbitrary yet surgical, the precision with which their mother decided what was worth loving in her children.
Sua would try to deal with this suffocating sameness in small reminders that she could be different, if only in the length of her fingernails, the skew of her smile, the undisciplined shrill of her voice when her sides were tickled. The truth is, she learned these small triumphs from Mizi who already had many strange enthusiasms as a child which gave her a personhood, such as running in circles until she fell over and coming to rest against Sua to mumble with an unwavering passion about nonsense until she made herself break into a fit of giggles.
Every train eventually reaches its destination. Sua has spent her life convinced she could always hear its encroaching whistle chasing her.
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21 Jun 2026
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carousel soul by unseriouscucumber (AngieWritesStuff) for santatin
Fandoms: Alien Stage (Web Series)
03 Nov 2024
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Oils and creams aren’t affordable this far from the aliens, so they make do with thin, transparent gel that smells faintly like rice and drips slippery in small bright lines. When it pricks over his skin and he reacts, Till murmurs a harsh apology. His palm cuts the exclamation mark-shaped puddle at the top of Ivan’s spine, spreads it across the cords of his shoulders and up his neck, thumbs pressing hesitantly with a force that can’t be effective.
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19 May 2026
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"he had turned out strange because he had been so bad with restraints that in their very world where restraints were the status quo, he’d taught himself tips and tricks on how to break free when he felt like it. This was a skill that would have helped everyone but Till, who turned out to be amazing at luring escaped humans back into Alien Stage. Look where that got them."
omg this fic is amazing
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Ivan works the night shift at a hotline for people who can’t sleep. Till just can’t sleep.
It starts with 3 a.m. calls—conversations about bad coffee, insomnia, and the way silence can get too loud if you let it. It turns into something else entirely: late-night confessions, blurred boundaries, and a connection that grows too fast to be safe.
They don’t know who the other is. They’re not supposed to.
Until one day, on campus, a voice stops being just a voice.
And suddenly, everything is more complicated. More real. Impossible to ignore.
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25 Apr 2026