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Getting classics of sys-side cinema to resonate phys-side is even harder than initially expected.
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09 Nov 2025
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Ghost monsters don’t have daemons — that is, until they become corporeal.
Napstablook doesn’t know this, when they end up trapped in Mettaton’s dead body.
Neither does their daemon.
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- Part 1 of a different side of me
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15 Sep 2025
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Closed Loop System by One_of_Them (greenbean_paste)
Fandoms: The Murderbot Diaries - Martha Wells
29 Jun 2025
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Bookmarked by MackerelGray
21 Jul 2025
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Once upon a time there was a girl and a demon.
The girl’s hair was the color of Dust, a gleaming gold, and with it shining in the wind she lifted her sword, and drove it straight into the heart of the demon that had tried to call her little village its own. The people loved her. They say her soul was a brilliant white dog, a guardian, large as an ox. He grappled with the monster. With his fur a light to drive it back.
And so time turned on. Technology improved. The people lived. A thousand years passed. A kingdom grew, the loyal mutt-souls of the common people protected by the noble lines of knights, bloodhounds and shepherds and retrievers. Happily ever after, right?
Tsht. Yeah. You know, they say only dogs get happy endings.
(A Nimona daemon AU: in which Ballister's daemon changes shape, impossibly, the night of the Queen's murder, and this is of some interest to Nimona.)
Bookmarked by MackerelGray
17 Jul 2025
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Susie finds herself outside the school.
She should’ve grabbed Kris, too, probably. Dragged them along with her, fuck whatever their mom might’ve thought. But she just didn’t expect that. After the church and the Titan and…
When she closes her eyes she can still see Ralsei crying. Tripping over his words, his breaths stuttery and scared, how small he was, there, dwarfed by the stained glass. All his weirdness of the day narrowed down into one singular point, shadowed by darkness and lit only with each booming crack of something like thunder, illuminating the teartracks down his muzzle. It made something in her chest shake, too. Some piece of her crack, under the weight of his sorrow. She never wanted him to cry.
She could never give him up.
(Or: Susie finds herself heading to Castle Town, in the aftermath of everything that has happened.)
Bookmarked by MackerelGray
12 Jul 2025

