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But they look in the mirror now, in this moment. See Susie behind them, staring at them with that look that is so unmistakably stupid and yet entirely her.
And it feels okay, for once. Whatever they are.
(Or: What if Susie actually saw Kris' horn headband in Chapter 4?)
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Is It The Hammer Or The Chest That Smashes The Boulder Slab? by Escavalier_z
Fandoms: 崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)
01 Jul 2025
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Sushang takes Dr. Ratio up on his offer to teach her physics... With a hammer, of course!
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Melting Down All Metals by Escavalier_z for PinkPrimrose06
Fandoms: 崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)
26 May 2025
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Melting down all metals, turning plows and shears to swords.
Despite the scolding she knows she'll get from Grandpa, Yunli sneaks off after sunset to do something very important. (Or rather, meet someone very important.)
Or: Yunli meets Blade and Shard Sword.
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Post mortem auctoris (p.m.a.): after the author's death.
The doctor’s a no-show after work, and Aventurine automatically assumes the worst. He… May have made a mistake along the way in doing so, he’ll admit. Many, actually.
Or: Dr. Ratio does not take Professor Rond’s passing well. Aventurine holds an umbrella over his head as it rains.
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The nightmares become too much and Aventurine just can’t go back to sleep. Naturally, he has to make it Ratio’s problem too.
Or: Aventurine gets a much overdue refill of his prescription, and two very, very lonely people reconverge one hundred and six days too late.
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The beginning of it all is such: Veritas, with his unending headache, and little wherewithal to deal with it— does the sensible thing and retreats to familiar, fond places to rest and recoup.
It is under his favorite apple tree, the one on his home planet he had practically grown up beside. This is where it happens. When he finds himself falling into a sea of calm, closing his eyes and merely letting his thoughts drift by and through him, the universe deigns to answer his question. The solution to his headache.
An apple falls.
Three, two, one.
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Or, Dr. Ratio relieves his headache with some fruit-assisted concussive therapy. He gains a baby as a result.
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17 Jul 2025
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Distantly, he can acknowledge the positive psychological effects of having a child, but he simply cannot picture himself having a family. Perhaps it is the fact he has always thought there wouldn’t be anyone to share that family with. Perhaps the masses have infected him with the notion that his often abrasive personality will scare off anyone from being close. Perhaps it is the fact he had scarcely known what a “real” family is like. Perhaps he has simply…
Perhaps, perhaps. Endless possibilities and variables, infinite in their interpretations. It is wrong to say he has never imagined a future such as that, but the fact of the matter is that he has always dismissed it without a second thought, off the basis that being a parent would not fit him. That he wouldn’t be a good one. Foolishness is what it is— but it is a common sort of fear, one normal to the mundane man.
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Veritas' Dad tells him a cryptic message and says he'll understand its meaning at his age. Seven year old Veritas doubts it. After all, the human brain stops developing at 25.
One day at 32 years of age, visiting the sea with a certain gambler, he gets it.
A story about finding meaning in what had been said and meaning without saying.
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13 Jul 2025
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"The tide's low," Ratio blurted with little self-consciousness, and the gravity of his own words hit him with a wave of it. Only now did he understand what Dad had meant those years ago.
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"Is it?" he asked.
Such an easy, but undeniable, point. Ratio looked away and pinched his nose.
"You're correct. It is not."
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Kris and Susie are best friends. In the span of a single day, the two had become inseparable. Kris had saved Susie's life, and Susie had saved Kris's. And yet, there always seemed to be some sort of barrier, stopping the two from really connecting... But now, Kris has been freed from their strings. Their life is back in their hands, and connecting with Susie is at the top of their to-do list. Luckily for them, connecting with Kris is at the top of Susie's as well.
A story about Kris and Susie growing up, and slowly beginning to understand just how important they are to each other.
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26 Jun 2025
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They just started laughing really hard, the hardest she had ever seen them laugh. As she stared at them laughing in the water, smiling wide, a single thought had entered her head.
“Oh.”
And the rest was history.
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She continued her jog towards Kris’s house, but they didn't move.
Kris stood there, face extremely warm, as a single thought entered their head
“Oh.”
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Tenna could hear the kitchen. The clatter of plates. The deep rumble of Asgore’s voice, rising—then flattening into something hoarse. Toriel’s sharper. Less like a yell, more like a scab picked sore too many times. Kris would wander in, shoulders stiff, and press their cheek to the static. Sometimes, if the TV was warm from recent use, the glass would fog. They’d breathe slow. Not watching anything. Just being close.
He’d glow soft blue beneath them. He always kept his volume low. Just enough to give them something steady. He thought of himself, in those times, as a nightlight. Something for a scared kid to feel near when they didn’t want to cry.
And then, sometimes, Kris would draw.
Little stick figures with marker right on the screen. Green for themselves. Brown for Noelle. Big loopy lines for antlers. Red for Dess. a big triangle with gashing spikes . Toriel would scold them gently when she caught them, but she never got angry. She’d say, “Markers are for paper,” and Kris would shrug and say “Okay,” and do it again next week.
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ode to the cathode
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26 Jun 2025
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He wanted to tell them: I see you. I see everything.
The way they checked the front window when the mail came.
The way they lingered in doorways like they weren’t sure they were allowed in.
The way they looked smaller when Susie wasn’t around.
Kris didn’t talk to him anymore.
But he watched them the way someone watches the sun set behind a window. The light changing in such slow, soft increments it hurt to think about.
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Maybe there's something to be found in the rubble. Maybe there's a world tomorrow never comes.
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kris & susie walk back home, but not before taking a small detour.
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08 Jun 2025
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(You fear what is to come. A selfish part of you shares her wish. No tomorrows. Just today. Just the two of you being able to spend time together, act like you were just normal teens. Skipping rocks by the lake. Chugging juice together. Shared meals in the diner, playing piano side by side, your hands slipping over hers. You’ve been alone in the dark for so long you forgot how just how nice it felt to step into the light.)