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    Collection of all my forsaken works

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    A multifandom collection of oneshots that I write

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  1. Public Bookmark 33

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    “To be free to love, to be free of love…” she muses quietly, almost hushed enough for the gusts of wind to carry her voice away. She knows Venti would hear her anyway. “It is almost the same thing, yet so vastly different.”

    Venti hums. “We are quite alike indeed.”

    “I don’t believe so.”

    “No?” His eyes bore into her. She feels like the surface of the lake, frozen and still, being chipped away by the sun. “What a pity. And here I almost started to regret the way things went.”


    Divine punishment already gleaming in the sky, two gods with a difficult past have a much needed conversation.

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    30 Sep 2026

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    "A contract?” said Venti, “Did you just lock me, god of wind and freedom, into a contract?”

    Somewhere between the first glass of wine and the last, between a solemn oath and an offering to a god, Venti gets bound in a contract to protect and care for the last of Alberich line. Sure 1000 years ago Venessa had banned him from babysitting, but he can handle this freshly traumatized seven year old.

    Crepus would beg to differ. He takes one look at this “irresponsible alcoholic teenager” playing parent and decides he needs to step in.

     

    OR: Papa Alberich gets lost and ends up leaving Kaeya with a friendly bard instead of at the winery. Venti adopts Kaeya…and Crepus adopts them both.

    OR: The Anemo Archon, a Khaenri’ahn spy, and a Fatui Harbringer all think they have figured out what is going on but they are all playing very different games.

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    30 Sep 2026

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  3. Public Bookmark 80

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    How to harvest the most agony? How best to twist the knife?

    While immediately swapping all of them would be shocking and difficult for both sides, it wouldn’t bring the Specter the maximum yield. To swap those once connected would increase the amount of suffering, but it still wouldn’t be perfect. There was only one solution: make it random.

    Force both sides into a paranoid spiral of wondering who was next, of when they would be tossed into a role they would hate, of what would become of the life they had slowly carved out.

    Make the recently-turned Killers spend time with the people they’ve been slaughtering, only to see those same people take up the mantle of murderer. Allow those separated by roles reconnect, only to rip them apart again. Yes, this would do the trick.

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    The rounds have begun to grow dull, Killers and Survivors alike settling into their roles. The Specter seeks to change that.

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    20 Sep 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 2

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    It’s hard for me to write full fledged fics but I’ve actually written a lot of cool worldbuilding/au concepts that I’ve posted to tumblr and I decided they deserve to be put on ao3

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    20 Sep 2026

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    "Even model Knights need to be careful on the mountain. You're one of my best friends, Kaeya. I don't want to lose anyone, but especially not the people close to me. I just want you to be careful up there, okay?"

    Kaeya huffed out a small laugh.

    "I'll be fine, Jean. No need to give me a lecture. I promise I won't die on you."
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    Amber will come for me, he assured himself, She'll get the civilians to safety and then come back with help. I just have to keep myself alive until then. Two days, maybe three. Less if I can get to someplace where a patrol can spot me.

    He brought himself up to his knees, balanced on his good elbow as he began dragging himself forward through the snow. He'd try standing again when he could see better and didn't feel so dizzy.

    Everything he could still feel screeched in protest at even the most minuscule of movements. He found himself winded, coughing violently in spite of not making any progress. He had absolutely no sense of direction as he crawled wretchedly, groping around for his sword.

    It was going to be a long couple of days.

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