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Mihawk breaks the date—shriveled, salt crusted, unseemly, like refuse—down the center with his kogatana. It spreads in fine grained paste down the acrylic surface of the board, obscuring the blue, glistening threads that weave delicately in the creases of the petrified Alabastan ironwood, its ostentatious stamp discolored.
The translucent skin, veins shrunken to pinworms of blackness in the suggestion of leather flattens against the blade, the salt crystals pebbling off its surface. There is a dull, strange awe lighting below his sternum, even now. He thumbs at the substance, taking it into his mouth.
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In the best case scenario, he need only sink down, down through that layer, with mechanical precision, seek each kernel of fondness, and lift it away from the unaltered personhood beneath; in the more likely scenario, he will find, beneath that layer, an affected, atrophied layer, indecently and clumsily altered by the long affect of "surrounding" layers, and so on and so forth, with varying degrees of pronouncement, wherein some arbitrary decision must be made regarding the end of Conversion and the beginning of individual Ego.
day 29: "all work and no play"
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reasons are everywhere you look by peripeteia (ghostwit)
Fandoms: Foundation - Isaac Asimov
11 Jan 2024
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“You reach me there, too.” Pritcher breathes, a little bit quizzical, and faintly despondent, and longingly--textures which the Mule can pick out as if grooves on a dial, as if plastic sheathes held up against a sample wheel.
(The only difference between them are which you gave and which you took.)
day 25: hide and seek
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and fill that breath with water by peripeteia (ghostwit)
Fandoms: Foundation - Isaac Asimov
04 Jan 2024
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“...Why?” His throat feels parched for the asking; he’s so unused to asking. He tests his grip with a little pulsation, and The Mule's hips lift erratically, helplessly from the bedding. His body is crumpling, straining, and he grabs Pritcher's forearm; his uniform is fastened up at his elbow, but he's wearing a thin, tight molding of wicking material such that only his hand is exposed, and yet it's still scandalous, still intimate.
day 30: digging your grave / major character death
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Franky steps forward, away from the wall and into the room. No one notices.
“Hey, Tom." Only one or two heads turn, beyond Tom and the captain's.
"You know, it’s my birthday, too.” He blurts out, wiping his hand on Iceburg’s shoulder as he does. He spins, as if to complain--though his expression is milder, and somewhat sweeter than a precursor to a complaint--but stops halfway, angling his arm to sniff at his bicep. He scowls instead of speaking. It’s a somewhat obvious gesture in the sudden silence, but no one is watching it. Everyone’s looking at Franky; It wouldn’t be the first time in his life.
Why the hell did he say that?
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He’s found, again, again, again; He knows nothing of this planet’s population, but for the frequency with which his hair is grabbed and he’s taken screaming and streaming pinkness through the blocks of sloping, ruddy-canvased hut-hives, among their humble quaintnesses that he only sees in fuschia-hued flashes of terror and through the pure fluorescent vibrance of rage, he’d place it deep in the stretch to infinity.
day 14: force
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Then, in the night, through the thinness of sleep, he hears it--Doffy, Doffy. Groaning and coarse, more masculine and less coy than his own voice, than his father’s. Still scared, still meek, still childish: his little brother.
Then, he is furious.
day 5: betrayal | misunderstanding
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- Part 2 of le mal du ciel (heaven-sickness)
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"Do you want to know a secret?" Doflamingo's voice rises thinly in the dark, reedy and distinct. There's a whisper of desperation threaded to it, the way a child speaks to a grave, uncomprehending and begging answers. A spindly hand falls upon his sheet, and his temple crowns the edge of the cot before leaning up so his jaw can rest on it. Crocodile squares his shoulders, renegotiating his crossed arms. The back of his head thunks against the wall, just by the porthole, and its open curtain wisps gently at the side of his throat.
"I won't even trade for it. This one's free, okay?" He tries, and his shoulders raise, peaking through his thin shirt. "Don't you want to know?"
day 3: "Who did this to you?"
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It's crude work, cudgel and bolt and human flesh; Crocodile can feel the bone splintering, the little shards embedding in the tissue around the shattering when they drive the great, rusted stake through his hand.
day 24: self induced injuries to escape
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“The, ha--” he loses his focus, his pupils shrinking, ”--fucking killed him because of you, idiot!” Doflamingo’s breath clenches his voice, tightening it and thickening its tone; He tries to listen to himself, tries to hear the way his own voice rings through the air like mangled brass. He heaves, and the cold air is abrupt to the heat of his throat, to the holy fire lighting his belly.
No, no, no, Law mouths, delirious, scrabbling and kicking and aglow with fever. Doflamingo shakes the coat at him, and a fleck of blood crosses the white patch on his nose.day 4: taken hostage
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- Part 1 of folie communiquée
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“Eh, don’t be surprised, I even knocked.” Doflamingo laughs, folding himself through the narrow door to Law’s quarters, elbows bent and still brushing either wall. He lopes forward, head dipping forward to disappear in the full of his silhouette--massive, absorptive, even without his plumage. Law tucks his face between his forearms, exhaling a heavy breath into the bunk.
day 28: it's not just in your head | nightmares
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- Part 2 of folie communiquée
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full exsanguination happens to the best of us by ghostwit
Fandoms: ゴールデンカムイ | Golden Kamuy (Manga)
07 Mar 2022
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"It's my body and then yours, lieutenant."
"Oh, don't say something so horrible, Tsukishima," Tsurumi says, but he hasn't stopped smiling with the very corners of his lips, his eyes death-dark and his posture perfectly strung.
(Tsukishima takes a hand, any one of them.)
day 12: begging
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"Maki-san," he tries, “I missed you.” and when she looks at him through those overlong bangs with those dull-dark eyes and violent wounds, each scar speckled with clusters of heat blisters, some oozing plasma across her temples, he feels like she is begging.
day 13: burns
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Doflamingo knits his fingers in his lap, head tilting, the white crescent of his grin flashing at his jaw. His steepled index fingers tap against each other in leisurely increments, a single thread drooping between the pads in each withdrawal, shortening to nil with each reconnection.
day 2: garotte
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"Does it--does it hurt, Sanji?" His breath is ragged, one of his palms coming up against his temple to shield the ugly contortion of his eyes, shadowing the furled grimace of his mouth and the painful set to his teeth.
"No," The words are wet, clotted, and Sanji is gasping and crying, dripping heat into the crease of Zoro's jaw as the blood rises, burbling in his throat, "I can't feel a damn thing."
bonus prompt 4: mercy
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make you pay for all the fun i never had by ghostwit
Fandoms: ゴールデンカムイ | Golden Kamuy (Manga)
18 Nov 2021
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“No, it’s okay, Hyaku,” he giggles, kicking the door to the infirmary closed. His eyes flutter when he hears the lock click, and his strides are deliberately slow as he crosses the gaps between each of the unoccupied beds, “Don’t push yourself for me, I’ll handle it.”
day 21: bleeding beneath the bandages
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There’s sweat pooling in his palms, and he cannot help but press their sides together to lay them flat. Love. Life. Marriage. Alien words stuttering in his head, burning film spooled in his ears and hissing painful heat down his jaw. In the tableau of his hands, perhaps someone can see prayer. Sweat dries like saltwater. Perhaps they’d be right.
Day 31: prisoner
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i'll drive to water and swim 'til my knees hurt by ghostwit
Fandoms: ゴールデンカムイ | Golden Kamuy (Manga)
06 Oct 2021
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His vision blackens, prickling with white like someone has jammed crude fingers through the pinprick holes of each star, ripping the fabric of the cosmos, ripping Tsukishima apart from the navel.
(And that's still good enough for me.)
Day 10: hospital
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When the glee of calculated mania melts away, seeping cold, brackish water through the fissures of Ogata’s psyche, he feels only the dark; the outline of the dark where it layers upon itself, the spectral abstractions of it, the violent texture of naught threaded through itself.
Day 7: helplessness | numbness | blindness
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Since I left what was mine on the doorstep of your own wake by ghostwit
Fandoms: ゴールデンカムイ | Golden Kamuy (Manga)
02 Oct 2021
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“Don’t pull it out,” Tsukishima rumbles, and Koito, absurdly, for all his youth, manages to flush, sending a fresh pulse of blood to thread along the foreign object lodged in his shoulder. With it, pain; with pain, a reminder.
Day 19: stabbing