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This is a story about talking to yourself, extending the middle finger to futility, moving sand, being a tool, appreciating small moments of happiness and beauty from unexpected sources, and meeting people.
To be less obtuse, this is about Aradia's ancestor; specifically about the end of one life and the beginning of another.
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Death was supposed to be a release, but as far as the Handmaid's dreambubble went, it really wasn't all that different from her life.
In fact, she didn't even know she was dead.
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- Part 2 of The Life And Death of the Demoness
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"Remember when the Handmaid would visit Darkleer in order to hide from Doc Scratch and Lord English using his void powers?"
Or, when she comes to him she is not a cosmic being, but a troll in need of rest; he accommodates.
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The Demoness covets an Executioner: There's nothing quite so good at snuffing out a flame than the airless void.
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Feferi returns home with a surprise for Sollux.
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While being dragged along on the Empress's annual survey of the kingdom, Meenah gets bored at the Naval Academy and decides to explore. And then finds the cutest little spider in the library and hot damn this is more fun than she was expecting.
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You wake to the sound of laughter.
Fuck whoever invented laughing.
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I don't know why I'm here.
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- Part 1 of Troubled Teens
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Yet, for some reason, it’s in the quiet that I can see how much I’ve really fallen for Meenah. It’s here reading under this broken cork screw tree on top of a grassy knoll, with the last of light from sunset in the warm air, reading soundlessly as I steal glances at her fidgeting form, that I can simply bask in the emotions I hold for her.
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- Part 1 of Voices
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She is first borne to you on alcoholic breath as a whisper, barely more than empty air. “I met a monster once,” he rumbles. “Prettier than the moon and deadlier than the sun.”
“The Demoness,” you repeat. Your words fall into a void of silence.
“Death’s very own handmaid,” the indigo captain mutters. “And pretty as the moon, she was.” He coughs coarsely, hacking purple phlegm into his empty tankard. “She’ll come again, she will, when you least expect it. Pray to Gl’bgolyb you aren’t the poor souls who’re around ta see it." -
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When he mistakes her for something else and shoots her from the sky, Dualscar is stuck caring for an injured handmaid and quickly realizes she isn't as much of a monster as implied.
Quickly realizing he's falling for the demoness, Dualscar is forced to face his feelings and realizing that as long as they're together, he and his crew are sailing aboard a sinking ship.
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14 Sep 2014
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Written for the kink meme. The Handmaid finally dies, but it's not quite what she had wished for. Rated for some violence and a Precision F Strike.
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The Handmaid remembers. Or maybe not. In her hazy memories and others', she meets others like her, but not quite.
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Most spellbooks are bullshit. Everyone knows this. But they're made of words and you need words to fill the hole in the center of your mind, so you flick through this one at the same mechanical pace you read a cheesy romance yesterday and plan to read a stupidly anachronistic spy thriller tomorrow. The clock on the living room wall ticks rhythmically above your head. Outside, light November rain mists down on the fallen leaves and dormant grass. Damara's cat watches you disdainfully from the mantel. You turn another page.
And then a spell title jumps out at you: For the Restoration of Life After Untimely Death.
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- Part 1 of Untimely Ripped
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Two aliens with bright spiraled horns, running. They can travel greater distances by skipping across time and making folds in space, but they are harder to track when they travel by more mundane ways, so they combine both: flickering through dreambubbles, at a sprint.
They are two very different types of god.
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I Thought You Were Gone by Mini_Megido (Sweet_Spice_Sour_Sugar)
Fandoms: Homestuck, Resurrection (US TV show)
16 Dec 2014
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It had been a lovely day for an excavation, and an even lovelier day to run to Sollux’s house and tell him everything she had found at her site. With her bag slung over her shoulder and filled with her most prized possessions: a hat, her archaeology gear and all the things she had found today that she could fit in there, she began her long walk. She couldn’t wait until she could be able to attend college and study anthropology and history in order to be able to become the archaeologist she always wanted to be. Aradia was having a great day.
It was not a lovely day to have her blood spilt all over the tarmac.