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"We can cover those up and put everything right again."
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The Emperor trusts his Golden Guard to enforce The Titan's will. Hunter won't let him down.
… He can't.
(Or; a poem inspecting the mind behind the mask.)
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This is the second time Kisa finds herself on Tohru's doorstep, shivering and dead-silent. Tohru doesn't hesitate; healing isn't linear.
[Written August 3rd, 2019]
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The collision of six universes- it's extraordinary!
As such, it's bound to result some unique situations...
(Or: a series of 100-word Spider-Verse drabbles.)
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Mira makes another noise. “You want me dead.”
“Oh my god,” Zoey laughs, rolling her eyes again. “I’m going to move Rumi over to your room so I can finish whatever hell she was working on,” she continues, keeping her voice quiet. “You know you’ll get bitey if you have to hear me typing. I know you hate hearing me type.”
“I would never,” Mira grumbles, “The headache is fucked up and awful.”
Zoey grins, nodding her agreement. “Yup, it sure is. It’s such a shame they haven’t invented medicine that makes headaches go away. I wonder when someone’s gonna, like, get on that, huh? I’m sure it would sell really super well.”
Mira practically growls at her, and Zoey can barely believe that she still has the ability to argue right now when she’s literally face-down dying. But Mira has always been stubborn, so maybe it shouldn’t be that surprising.
“You do hate me and want me dead,” Mira says, with such seriousness that Zoey actually cannot believe her ears. “Just say it, Zoey. I can take it.”
(or, zoey taking care of the world's two most stubborn women)
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- Part 23 of 2025 october song prompts [kpdh]
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27 Mar 2026
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Rumi's birthdays over the years, from zero to twenty-five.
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- Part 4 of you know together we're glowing
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24 Mar 2026
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Some battlefields, Rumi thinks, are more difficult than others.
"Zoey would have a list," Mira says, frowning at the shelves that stretch endlessly before them. The look on her face says there must be some secret to them that they just have to puzzle out, if only it would stop fighting them. Rumi knows just how she feels; everything in the pharmacy is starting to look a little the same—box after box after box of medication. "Zoey always has a list."
Or, Rumi and Mira try to take care of Zoey.
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26 Dec 2025
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Mira twists back around to look ahead of herself, tapping her fingers against the wheel as she forces back another smile. “No. Anyway, if you need a date, I’ll do it. I can take you back down, though,” she adds, turning back to look at Zoey over her shoulder.
Zoey actually gapes at her, shaking her head rapidly. “Uh, no, absolutely not. I’m already in the car. I’m, like, painfully alone this Christmas. I can also be your date! The more the merrier, right? And what better time to be merry? It’s literally the season for it.”
Rumi looks genuinely horrified. “No! No. No, it’s fine. Please just drive back to the diner, I’m—”
“Are we all dating?” Mira asks. “Or is she, like, just dating both of us separately?”
Zoey clicks her tongue. She almost sounds casual when she says, “No, we’re totally all dating.”
“Cool,” Mira says, nodding. “Can you put in the address?”
Rumi stares at her, eyes somehow getting bigger. She looks so terribly miserable, as if she would rather be anywhere else right now, which is funnier to Mira than she thinks it probably should be. “You can’t be serious.”
(or, the world's worst holiday fake dating au)
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23 Dec 2025
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“Just—” Rumi takes a deep breath. “Just act as if I wasn’t here. Explore your relationship the way you would if you were alone. I mean—obviously close the door if you want to get, um, more intimate, but… I—I don’t want to freak out every day thinking I’m a liability to you guys. I don’t want to worry about you not fully living this relationship the way you want just because I’m around. I want you to be free. Is that—Does that make any sense?”
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