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only human by timeworn
Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime)
11 Mar 2021
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“Fushiguro,” Itadori’s voice pulls him from his thoughts. He glances to his right and locks eyes with the other boy as he tugs the blanket draped over his shoulders closer. They’re sat together on the grass outside their dorms having snuck out long after curfew.
“What do you want to do after you graduate?”
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07 Apr 2026
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ONE MILLION HAPPY ENDINGS by hexhomos
Fandoms: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021), League of Legends
24 May 2026
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After it's all said and done, Jayce and Viktor wake up in the other side — lost in the middle of a thick, vibrant jungle. What seems like the end is just the beginning.
Jayvik doujinshi, drawn in black and white. Updating as it is finished.
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22 Mar 2026
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The rune spits Jayce out on hard rock. It’s dry and dusty under his hands and when he blinks awake, face-down, clothing soaked, alive against all odds, he actually can’t draw a breath. A drop of water hits his face. And then another. It’s raining, and he doesn’t know where he is, but he’s back in the fissure, he’s certain of it. A cruel ending for a wasted life. Jayce Talis, the Man of Progress, who thought at every turn he had the right idea, and failed in every way that ever mattered.
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Thrown across the continent, but painfully alive, Jayce struggles to keep Viktor from falling into mental ruin, and himself from keeling over. He can still hold a hammer, so he does what he's always done: cling to hope, however foolish it may be.
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02 Sep 2025
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He inhales sharply at his own name, as though it hurts to hear it. In the pale morning light, his skin is almost greyish, paper-thin. If Artemy reached out, he could trace the sunken shape of his cheek, the small scar of a cut across it.
“Yes, you came here,” Dankovsky says at length, scarcely over a whisper. “You’ve seen—the state of me. Veni, vidi, vici—again, there’s really nothing to say.”
There’s a pause. Artemy draws in a breath. “I won’t say it, then.”
Or; Artemy goes to the Capital.
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23 Jul 2025
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“Jayce,” Viktor says, “Are you alright.”
You blink, blearily, at the Machine Herald, then at the hole in your window still faintly glowing around the edges from being melted through with a laser, then out at the warm summer midnight beyond. And you say to him,
“I’ve got the air conditioner on, man.”
You’re standing in your living room wearing nothing but your boxers, caught between one glass of whiskey and the next, contemplating the broken glass on the floor and sort of wishing it had stayed one melted heap instead of falling through the carved hole in the center.
You haven’t left your house in three weeks.
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07 Jul 2025