Vent Fics
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He called out for someone, anyone, to save him from himself, but no one came. Of course no one would come for him, it was 2AM in the morning.
IT’S TOO MUCH. IT’S TOO MUCH. IT’S ALL TOO MUCH.
Satori silently wept into the coldness of his room.
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- Part 1 of Vent Fics
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By the time she was done, there was so much destruction in her wake. Books with bent spines, the cabinet at an odd angle, clothes and sweaters on the floor, and some king of class had been cracked and broken.
God he was terrified that she would hit him. For what? He doesn’t know.
She left. She left and left him shaking on his bed without a single clue as to what he did wrong.
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- Part 2 of Vent Fics
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the effect, the cause, and the aftermath thereof. by orphan_account
Fandoms: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs
04 Nov 2020
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There was always an inevitable feeling of absolute dread and terror that loomed over Edgar’s shoulders whenever he did something. Especially whenever he created a new story or piece of art work.
The deadline for his next book would be the next day and he was almost done, but then someone ( probably Rampo, it was always Rampo ) and then he’d have to rush the final chapters. Only to get criticized by his editor for having a shitty, shitty ending.
No one would give him a break. He’d be sleep deprived and writing until 3AM in the morning, barely able to stay awake, and refusing to drink any coffee or energy drink.
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- Part 3 of Vent Fics