Kozukind
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I’ll break your bones (with all the love I carry). by Kozukind
Fandoms: Deltarune (Video Game)
20 Apr 2026
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It’s love in its purest form, a fire that cannot be tamed, one tearing down any weak foundation in its path.
The soul’s gentleness borders on wickedness and the human is no better in their encouragement to bring down their sensitive shell. Kris kills their God over and over again, devours them and questions their own position as a devotee rather than the deity.
It’s with this dynamic that the two march on towards education, with no chance at redemption. The soul quickly forms itself an image and role as a human being, rendering their quiet follower to a simple mind in the background.
The result is akin to a tomb, a punishment delivered by hounds.
or: the soul’s journey continues, with Toriel deeming them “fit” to be amongst monsters and by proxy, breathing living things— she seals both her guest and child’s fate, making them meet their ends. There’s so much red.
Series
- Part 4 of Raising A God.
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I’ve got no right to take my place (with the human race). by Kozukind
Fandoms: Gachiakuta (Manga), Gachiakuta (Anime)
19 Feb 2026
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“I can turn you into poetry, but I cannot make you love me.”
Thus is the expression of the hopeless maiden’s desire, a candle whose will to keep shining bright has lost any true meaning if not the simple and forceful yell of the expression “just live”. Rudo is the obligatory punishment to a child like them, a copy of their endless suffering with a shifting trajectory— unlike them, his grief had allowed him to move.
Unlike him, they had nothing left to lose. When picked up by Enjin and letting their naked flesh be cradled by the man’s rough yet gentle hands, the first thing the child does is cry— the fountain works start before they can even explain their own shortcomings, the reason for their aching.
The drive home is silent aside from their soft hiccups soothed only by Gris’ gentleness, they feel ashamed and as usual, hopeless— they’re restless, scared.
or: Team Akuta loses a young teammate, in exchange, they find a gender struggling young boy insisting on his (her) masculinity, biting at his (her) flesh to not let the girl within be born, to not feed this futile hope.
Yet, she is born, and so full of love.
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- Part 2 of Of Life and Death.
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Never Love An Anchor. by Kozukind
Fandoms: Date Everything! (Sassy Chap Games Video Game)
03 Feb 2026
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Love doesn’t solve everything life has already taken, it all but solidifies the joke that they are a walking failure needing rescuing. What they don’t understand is where things went wrong, if really, they can even lead a normal life with their head steady on their shoulders.
Nothing can be said, even the loudest of screams cannot snap them out of the daze that is produced by their ringing ears— silently, they realize, everything is but naught. The human had known they were born mediocre, and yet everything still hurts as much as if they were still an infant.
or: a multi-chapter interpretation of the objects co-existing with a Player suffering from past abuse and their attempts to all get along in hope of alleviating the pressure on their beloved.
All from the povs of our dateables and generally narrated in third person.
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It’s the “I love you” that seals their misguided fate. A confession delivered too early yet too late.
The Angel welcomes the beast in almost eagerly, letting the human’s hands wrap themselves around their throat. The divine grins at the asphyxiated look mirrored in their tormentor's own anatomy, it truly feels like they’re both dying.
As fast as they can, they kill. They let themselves be consumed by an undying thirst fueled by the drowning that’s promised soon after. They’re suffering together, and that’s all that matters.
Kris slaughters the god at the altar, makes themself a wretched lost follower to be hunted for centuries to come. In that small timeframe, the angel is reborn, and even more in love.
or: Kris’ unexplainable blossoming love and hatred for the angel, in an attempt to make sense of it all they draw and write— give it their all. No matter what, the copies pale to the beauty of their unaware muse.
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- Part 3 of Raising A God.
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To be a witness is to choose to speak or remain silent. Kris finds that it is possible to be neither. Eager for the consciousness to lift from the monochrome shell, one finds that they can truly hate something that isn’t The Angel, for in that moment, all they can find to loathe is its vessel.
The Saint is smiling, glowing— living. Their hollow and glimmering hands extend, reaching into the soft spoken and relentless hollowness of the inside of their new home, the both of them smiling as if amazed. The vessel hugs themself, Kris grimaces— they feel like they’ve witnessed the end.
The end of what exactly, is lost to them.
It should just be the two of them going home from that dark world. So, for seven days, Kris counts down for the vessel’s untimely demise, aware of its cost and price. They want it to crumble, they can’t stand to be near when it’s like this— unarguably human.
All Kris wants is for the soul to hold their hand.
or: losing your purpose and finding out that the only thing you must have been good for was that exact role you had attempted to reject so many times.
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- Part 2 of Raising A God.
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and when hell comes to me, and love, to you, we shall be nothing but wondering souls, lovers whom have lost any inkling of a spark— ready to die beneath the angels’ cries, we wait, like we so often do.
And in our wait, we feel, we learn and we yearn. To be or cease to be, to feel like yet cease to feel— we are poets who have lost their penmanship, fools parading themselves as artists desperate for muse.
We keep our secrets inside our chests, our well kept, debauched and cursed diaries— we write so to say, and then we die.
For there are no better endings for a poet, then to die with meaning, to make pretend at humility and to ultimate fall, met with nature and the woods, like any romantics should.
or: many fandom pieces about different readers, all inspired by Laura Palmer and Twin Peaks.
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It’s a tale as old as time, a trade between heaven and hell— stuck between time and space, love and hate, the higher angel above wanders. In a quest for a humanity, a small childish thing grows its own frail wings.
Like any god, for most are unnecessarily cruel, it harms and grows confused when their disciple answers by sinking their teeth in, gasp like they’ve committed the highest charge of blasphemy.
In and out, the two teens are terrible at it— loving, breathing, loving.
or: a deltarune series about the soul and kris’ growing friendship and teachings, narrated in 3rd person.
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Of life and death, residing inside their mortal shells— the children can be nothing but themself, least they want to meet an early and anticipated death.
Upon the creation of earth, the ground had been declared hell and the sphereites in all their pride— reside in the safest and cleanest of heaven, punishing the sinners.
A comedy mixed with tragedy, where all the endings can only be met with someone’s passing. Of life and death, of earth and hell, the children can never be themself.
or: a gachiakuta series following multiple readers, where all but one meet a tragic end— in a world that was never built to let them be themselves.
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- 7,489
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- 2
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In every universe, he suffers— but in every universe, they will be there. If Lilith is a shaky constant that only has the luxury of sticking along for a moment, they, unlike her will be there all the long.
and so, Lucifer— in the numerous variants and universes, feeds much like them, and learns to grow much like he should have grown.
fed by love, and freed by time.
or: a series featuring Lucifer Morningstar and various type of readers, in canon and alternative universes.
- Words:
- 1,665
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- 2
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a collections of moments shared between a human and his demons, all while fighting to understand who or what he is.
or: me writing about obey me with a struggling, trans (in denial) main character.
- Words:
- 6,017
- Works:
- 2
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Let me sit down for dinner with my dead lover again, For this is the last dream I ever want to have by a_bird_who_is_like_no_other
Fandoms: KPop Demon Hunters (2025)
28 Jun 2025
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"So we could all do our duty! We could all be strong. Be together!”
Rumi is begging.
Rumi is begging and Mira had wanted to be just that, be together, up until five minutes ago – her and Zoey had talked about it in detail, how both of their heart were beating for two people, how easy it had been to fall in love with their leader, how they wanted to try and be more, once they had restored the Golden Honmoon.
But Rumi lied to them.
And Mira finds she doesn’t want her anymore, not right now.
(She doesn’t know, not yet, what she will lose. Destiny laughs into her ears and it is the sound of someone gone mad.)
(They find her in the dirt by the tree, cold and pale and covered in blood.)
– .˳·˖✶𓆩𓁺𓆪✶˖·˳. –
(or: Celine does as Rumi begs her to. Grabs the sword and puts down the feral dog kneeling at her feet. There really isn't much more to say.)
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- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 5,723
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Collections:
- 8
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Bookmarked by Kozukind
21 Sep 2025
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How to Mimic Letters, Fliers, and Stationery Without Using Images by La_Temperanza
Fandoms: No Fandom
27 Jul 2017
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This is a tutorial/live example on how to mimic the look of letters, fliers, and stationery (as well as other forms of written media) without using images. For all your epistolary fic needs.
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- Part 17 of AO3 Work Skins/Tutorials
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 3,724
- Chapters:
- 1/?
- Collections:
- 8
- Comments:
- 150
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Bookmarked by Kozukind
21 Apr 2025