CourtOfStone
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where nothing bleeds by interstellarisms
Fandoms: Iron Lung (2026), Project Hail Mary (2026), Project Hail Mary - Andy Weir
10 Apr 2026
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Simon didn’t expect his savior to be exactly his type.
What a welcome sight. Even if this stupidly handsome man ends up being evil, or working for the C.O.I, at least he’d die looking at something good.
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Grace and Rocky find Simon's ship floating in deep space on their way to Erid.
UPDATE: This fic has been peer reviewed by a NASA engineer who has approved of the science!
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12 Jun 2026
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When Yi sets out on his quest for revenge, he had expected to come across familiar faces, even murder those familiar faces. The last thing he expected, is to stumble upon his sister's best friend waking up from hibernation unscheduled.
(Or, a story which explores Yi's habit of taking in strangers and finding one that stays)
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06 Jun 2026
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Despite only knowing him for a few days, you feel so close to him – closer than anyone else stuck in here with you. It’s like you have a connection that goes deeper than the time you have already spent together.
He smiles at you.
“Y’know, it’s kinda weird.”
“What is?”
“It just feels like we’ve done this before.”
He’s right. Lying on a bed, looking up at him, it’s as if you’ve been hit by a sudden sense of déjà vu. All of this just feels right.
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- Part 2 of Danganronpa POV 18+ Fics
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23 Feb 2026
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onward and upward by iguessyouregonnamissthepantyraid
Fandoms: Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse)
12 Jun 2023
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“Who are you? And what are you doing here?”
What is—?
He’s…
He’s awake. He’s upright. The fire splitting his spine is entirely gone. Instead there’s a fist pressed against his chest nearly hard enough to bruise, keeping him pinned to the wall behind him.
And Leon Kennedy is glaring at him, eyes angry and distrusting—and cold, that’s the strange thing. Cold, as if Luis didn’t take his last breath before those very same eyes not thirty seconds ago.
(Or: Luis, in a time loop.)