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    Wemmbu coughs up blood violently, as he chugs another potion down his throat, it stings but he continues without stopping. Sitting on the edge of the flat mountain, looking at the sunset go down. He knows how much poison a potion can give him. He doesn't care. The amount he's drinking right now plus all the invis he had to chug. He'll be out in no time. As he's about to drink another one, a strong arm grabs him and pulls him up, making him drop the potion.

     

    "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

     

    "Killing myself."

    Wemmbu said it so bluntly the person stiffened. Wemmbu didn't care. All he wanted was to get away from this stupid universe.

     

    Or, Wemmbu is tired and done, all he wants to do is die, but fate seems to think otherwise.

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    13 Jun 2026

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    But it’s not—it’s not fair, he didn’t know—!

    He should’ve had more time—he thought he had more time—

    He can’t just…just die like that—like a bug, like something so useless it could be thrown away as soon as it isn’t needed—like a lost cause—

    “Contracting with a mace is one of the worst things you could ever do, Wemmbu. Like, no matter the circumstances, no matter what happens, don’t do it.”

    Wemmbu chokes out a laugh, bitter and broken, his tail curling uselessly around his body.

    He’d never been good at listening to Mane, had he?

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    After the war with Law is over, Wemmbu discovers he has seven days left to live.

    This is how Wemmbu chooses to spend the last seven days of his life.

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    13 Jun 2026

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    A man from another world dies and wakes as a boy in the North. A bastard named Jon Snow.

    But Jon Snow is no longer the quiet child of Winterfell. He remembers another life, one filled with machines, memory, and the knowledge of what’s to come. With Winter on the horizon and the South already scheming, he chooses action over silence.

    From the black walls of the Night’s Watch to the burning rivers of the Riverlands, Jon, forged anew as Daemon, will reshape Westeros with steel, fire, and foresight. He builds, he plans, he kills, and he remembers. And the game of thrones is no longer played by the rules the lords remember.

    A character-driven, realistic self-insert fic exploring war, prophecy, power, and the long night ahead.

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    23 May 2026

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    When Carlos, Charles and Lando come to Lewis, looking panicked and nervous, he is extremely confused, but willing to help. Then they ask him to get Sebastian's help as well, and he starts to get worried. Then, they ask him to get Fernando's help too, and now he is both confused and worried.

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    Most of the 2012 grid somehow time travel to 2022. It makes things a little awkward, especially considering how different the grids are between now and then. But hey, at least now the 2022 grid might finally get the details on what really happened between brocedes!

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    12 Apr 2024

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    “How terrible,” a passerby tuts, “hopefully he gets help.”

    “Gross. At least have the decency to hang out in front of an alley and not in front of a business, brat,” another spat at him.

    “A hero will come by to help you, I know it. Just stay strong, kid,” someone tried to assure him.

    With each comment, Izuku drew further within himself. With each comment, Izuku’s hope of being saved was stamped out that much more. With each comment, Izuku wished he had been reduced to ashes like his parents.

    He ended up sitting on the sidewalk for hours, hearing the same hollow reassurances and occasional insults, waiting for someone to save him. A shadow fell over him, Izuku curled even further inwards, unwilling to look at the latest good-intentioned but ultimately unhelpful person. The seconds ticked by but still no words were said. Curious as to what this person was doing, he looked up. Instead of a cruel sneer, all he saw was an outstretched hand and a warm smile.

    “Come with me, child. Let me save you.”
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