10 Works by Metamorphine
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we will buy our children punk CDs (and tell them they can live their dreams) by Metamorphine
Fandoms: とんがり帽子のアトリエ | Tongari Boushi no Atelier | Witch Hat Atelier (Manga)
10 May 2025
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"Alright, breakfast is just about ready! Time to put the phones away,” Qifrey instructed from his place in the kitchen.
The girls were bundled into their chairs in various stages of wakefulness, a chain reaction having gone off when the smell of bacon had made it out of the central part of the house and down the hall to their bedrooms. Usually Agott was up first and the catalyst to the other girls getting out of bed, but after last night and seeing the consternation on Olruggio’s face when her and Coco had finally made it home, she had wanted to hide under her covers for as long as decorum would let her. That left Richeh to be the one to make the first move, unable to resist the allure of pork and knowing that Qifrey would make her wait until all the others were at the table before she could eat. She had first gone to her roommate, Tetia, and then Tetia had excitedly gone to knock on the other girls’ door until Coco answered, bleary eyed, and finally all three girls were able to get Agott to venture down the hall with them and see what kind of weekend spread their foster-dad had gotten up to.
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- Part 3 of I've been to a world worth living in
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every circle a means (to someday come back again) by Metamorphine
Fandoms: とんがり帽子のアトリエ | Tongari Boushi no Atelier | Witch Hat Atelier (Manga)
04 May 2025
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In the aftermath of Coco and Agott not coming home from a summer evening spent at the riverfront, Qifrey and Olruggio have a quiet morning.
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- Part 2 of I've been to a world worth living in
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hold my hand (to keep me steady) by Metamorphine
Fandoms: とんがり帽子のアトリエ | Tongari Boushi no Atelier | Witch Hat Atelier (Manga)
03 May 2025
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The moment holds and then slowly relaxes, viscose as molasses as the sounds slowly trickle back: the crickets in the long grass singing their lullabyes, the last plane of the night returning home to the regional airport, the hum of the streetlamps cheering them on. Coco is a rhythmic in and out of breath next to her, displacing the air and then handing it back to her, never the type of person to take more than she’s willing to give. Everything is encased in amber and hung like an ornament in the back of her mind, sealed with a repetition glyph where she can admire it over and over ‘til the end of time, a fragile memory of a time when she let herself bleed outside her carefully drawn lines.
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Agott and Coco enjoy a definitely-not-a-date on a summer eveningSeries
- Part 1 of I've been to a world worth living in
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to catch a constellation in a pane of glass by Metamorphine
Fandoms: The Wicked Years Series - Gregory Maguire, Wicked - All Media Types
13 Apr 2025
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The moon hung bright in the sky as Boq made his way down quiet streets to the stable. Most students were out in the main square of the city, at pubs, at shows, at the edge of their inhibitions and flirting with that last step over the ledge. He had put on an act of abstaining, citing his poor family in Munchkinland putting all of their eggs into the basket of his education. The other boys put on airs of accolading his sacrifices for studiousness, but he kept his true subject of study close to his chest. He keeps his moonlit fieldtrips to study the female form inconsistent, lest it develop into a pattern. He would hate to see himself turn into a man who could be described as lecherous. It was merely a past time, one spurred on tonight by the grace of someone who indulged in schadenfraude too often to be considered a friend, but who he couldn’t deny the title of confidant.
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Take two of Boq going sight-seeing in Shiz's kitchen garden. -
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“how boring it must be to be someone else,” she laments while hanging upside down from the couch cushion, handle of a peanut butter covered spoon threatening to fall on a laptop playing Japanese cartoons. her hair is an amalgaled forest encroaching across the hardwood floor, and the stutter of your chest tells you you should run. instead you let your roots sink deeper into the way her laugh is like breaking into the stratosphere as she becomes the hands of time and rights herself to look at you. her blood and time flow again, and suddenly you can breathe in space.
you thought you had a heart that could scream for eternity, but hers had never been confined to anything so linear.
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Mostly unedited work that started out as fanfiction and turned into a treatise on loving someone with bipolar disorder.- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 3,507
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Kudos:
- 2
- Hits:
- 27
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and baby it's you by Metamorphine
Fandoms: 天官赐福 - 墨香铜臭 | Tiān Guān Cì Fú - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù
11 May 2022
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“-- and then he had the nerve to ask me to go Dutch! Like boo, this date thing was all you– ah!-- you’re idea, I would not have picked a fucking fish market if I had known it would come out of my own wallet. Like honestly, it was almost as bad as the time Li Yuan asked if ‘that’s really what I’m wearing’ when we met up at the restaurant, as if he expected me to offer to go home and change! As if suddenly a buffet was too classy for a titty window. For real, Ming-jie, does nobody know how to treat a lady these days?”
Ming Yi liked to think the slow lick she dragged up Shi Qingxuan’s [REDACTED] carried the right amount of sarcasm to make her point.
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"When she finds herself in front of that room, well… she doesn’t ask herself why. She knows it already, doesn’t want to know it, wants to pretend she never thought it. But she peeks her head in anyway, eyes searching for the painted flowers that will no doubt break her heart.
Instead her eyes fell on a back curved away from her and hunched like it was guarding the end of a question she couldn’t read." -
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"There was something to be said about visiting an art museum just to spend the hour gazing adoringly at how the mid-morning light softened the jaw of his date into romantic brushstrokes"
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An emotional crisis in less than 300 words, set to the tune of bubble-pop songs and martyred saints -
set your path, mark your feet by Metamorphine
Fandoms: 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù
23 Nov 2019
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"Lan WangJi hadn’t intended to fall in love, but when he gave patience, he received a mural in chiaroscuro, a depth given to his world that he had never been presented with before, perspective in the form of indiscriminate inquiry and fighting for the principle of the person and not the name they were given. The shadows of Wei WuXian put the highlights in such stark relief that Lan WangJi had no choice but to catch his breath, and thus ignite himself into brilliant flames."
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420 words for a long metaphor about love as a direct action -
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Most nights he wakes up to the birth of the universe in his bed. The pressure that’s made a home in his chest-- the one that flares up whenever he’s reminded that the space outside isn’t just painted on two-dimensional glass, that ‘cause and effect’ is an undeniable part of life that is not confined to just advancing plotlines, that sometimes things don’t have plots, they just are -- finally reaches boiling levels and pushes against the furrows where he’d been creased and worn with hopes of tearing through and diffusing into something bigger than his body could contain.
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He finds that the only thing that subdues his heart’s nightly urge to revert back to stardust is the strong press of limbs holding him tightly, willing him to stay a single piece of matter for just a little longer.
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an astral description of Shiro, Keith, and rebuilding a universe one star at a time. Featuring moonstuck metaphors, pensive paladins, and sex as a coping mechanism.