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Four heretics return to Lionel.
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17 Sep 2021
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She had fallen into love, into tragedy, and into adventure without much self-direction, and she thought that dashing about the streets of the Machine City as a lone woman and wanted heretic was no greater a danger than the rest of her existence. She tried, as she did so, to remember all those traces of reptile living she was now convinced still lay within her: to think of how she might feel slithering between the gaps in buildings and chasing the street cats that had re-emerged with the end of the rain.
It was a strange night. She was a strange creature.
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The King in Mourning by Raphiael
Fandoms: Fire Emblem: The Sacred Stones, Fire Emblem Series
26 May 2012
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Saying goodbye is often too much like mourning. Ephraim, alone, the ideal king.
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14 Sep 2021
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Nearly three years since their return to Renais, but only one since Eirika had left again, with no intention of returning to stay. Kyle still remembers hearing, through the crack beneath the heavy oaken door – "You told me you would stay here, sister. Did you change your mind so soon?" No accusations, no pleas, only those simple words, followed by a quiet "Yes."
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He was protecting her again, like he had at Hazakura Temple nine years ago. Swooping in, all knight-in-shining-visor, and untying the maiden from the tracks, just in the nick of time to save her from the oncoming train.
Never mind that he had also been the one to start it.
Back in Kurain, Godot and Maya nurse the same old wound.
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10 Sep 2021
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They never talked about it – this unspeakable ‘it’ that was so wrong, and sleazy, and just sad. But they did not leave well enough alone, either. His fault, Diego thought: he’d gotten his shoe stuck in quicksand and, rather than slipping it off, had crossed his arms and let himself sink whole.
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In the future, humans work together with pods of dolphins to clear the ocean of dangerous psionic mines.
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10 Sep 2021
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Grace settled into the Interface. Even before its cocoon-like structure closed around her, the sights and sounds of the bridge of the submarine were already fading as the Interface's telepathic circuitry began to tickle at her cortex, giving her additional inputs from senses she had never herself possessed: sonar, pressure/depth-acclimation, viscosity.
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one must imagine sisyphus happy by Prox (Amber) for ried (riiiied)
Fandoms: 80 Days (Video Game 2014)
14 Feb 2021
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Fogg remembers every loop of the globe.
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As the eightieth day passed us in Snowden, I truly began to believe that this was some kind of mythical punishment, an impossible task set me by the gods. I would push the boulder up the mountain, and each time I would need to rest before the summit, and each time it would roll down again. And yet I also became certain that if I could only win my wager, find some key to haste, this endless cycle would be broken and I would at last be reunited with my home.- Language:
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29 Aug 2021
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III. IN WHICH FOGG BEGINS TO RECOGNIZE HIS CEASELESS PREDICAMENT.
The failure, again. The debt. The relief at finally being in one’s own home, the prospect of proper boiled mutton, good sherry and tea, warm socks and my own bed. The moment of dizzy deja vú. The eager eyes of my valet. The newspaper with its damning and impossible date.
"Again," I said to myself, quietly but with great agitation. "Yes, again. And this time we shall succeed."
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Upon a victorious return to London, Passepartout finds himself struggling to readjust to the confines of London domestic life, and to what extent Fogg still relies upon him. His written account, as ever, provides him a place to process these feelings.
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29 Aug 2021
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I traced my fingers along the fabric, imagining more than I hoped to dare--of not only smoothing the wool beneath my hands, of feeling my master’s thin shoulders beneath the worsted, of brushing my fingers against a silk cravat as I tied it expertly, of fastidiously brushing a piece of dust from his lapel only to find him looking down at me with a mixture of fondness and, dare I dream, desire. The tailor believed me most particular about my choice of fabrics.
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25 Aug 2021
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(she’ll kiss his fingertips, he doesn’t know why he likes that, it’s a throwaway gesture, doesn’t get to the business of it at all, but then there’s the thought of her yukata pooling at her feet, but all he thinks of are her ankles—fingertips—ankles—if he’s honest, it’s really her smile—that’s how you can tell a woman from a body, that and the eyes—hers are a type of teak he could sail on, a color he knows by her name only)
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When things still make sense after you rearrange them.
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25 Aug 2021
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He tucks his hair behind his ear, in that coy way some girls flirt to expose a bit of their face, usually angled on their best side. He isn’t wearing his old man outfits either, stiff turtlenecks and tweed sweaters - so old fashioned. Jin is wearing something looser, and it exposes more of his neck, which is pale from being covered up tastefully. His collarbones are just as Mugen remembers then from that time Jin forgets his shirt from after his shower and walks quickly from between the bathroom and his room to fetch it without anyone seeing him, but Mugen sees him because the living room couch has perfect view into the hallway to their rooms.
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Signed With Love by MannaTea for MarkoftheAsphodel
Fandoms: Fire Emblem Series, Fire Emblem: Rekka no Ken
17 Nov 2015
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Her plan is to forget about him.
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- Part 8 of Let the World Burn Through You
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12 Aug 2021
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She opens the letter carefully, expecting to find some long, dreary, rambling thing. Instead, she finds just two sentences:
I should like to come to Ilia in the summer to see you. Will you have me?
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Melting Point by NaturalFrequency
Fandoms: Fire Emblem: Rekka no Ken | Fire Emblem: Blazing Sword, Fire Emblem Series
04 Jul 2018
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An incremental tale of a cold and serious knight who let a passionate fool draw close.
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12 Aug 2021
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Kent's gaze remained steady, and Fiora wavered. "How….how is it that he is your oldest friend? You two are so…different. How can," she fumbled for the right words, "how can someone as forthright as you have grown so close to someone with all the predispositions of a drunken bumblebee?"
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There’s an old joke about how to stop an Italian from talking...
In which Aldo gets handcuffed to a bed, Susan gets answers, and no one remembers what happened in The Departed.
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- Part 1 of Was Pepé Le Pew Not Available?
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13 Jul 2021
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“And three, if you ever run into any of my neighbors, I need you to pretend to be hot Italian and British twins. They’ve all been judging me for years. It’s payback time.”
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On the decay of manuscripts and men.
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- Part 2 of Drinking For Days Gone By
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12 Jul 2021
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It was not lightly that Simon decided to enlist the help of his charges, but he reckoned that neither the royal princess nor Lord Beoulve's daughter should be tutored properly were the library gone to rot. Ovelia, as he had come to expect, was remarkably understanding. Alma eventually complied.
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“Lady,” he says.
“Sir,” she replies.
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19 Jun 2021
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Garland has heard so many men cry out as they die, heard so many monsters scream as they die, that he has come to expect it. He has forgotten that death can happen in silent and soundless and lonely places.
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The black mage makes a bargain with the sea.
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19 Jun 2021
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He'd retired to his room shortly after that and fell asleep curled around his Crystal, dreaming of the waves that swallowed the pirate captain's corpse.
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a bone beneath the reaper's veil by 4wholecats
Fandoms: Fire Emblem Series, Fire Emblem: The Sacred Stones
04 Nov 2020
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“Push him.”
It's a command she follows without hesitation. Seth’s guard is down. He doesn’t even get a chance to find a weapon to defend himself with, nevermind use it. She shoves him as he falls backwards, and the glass of the window shatters on contact.
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- Part 15 of Whumptober 2020
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She wants to say, Come stand by me. She wants to ask, Are you still my friend?
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16 May 2021
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He accepts her gift with a smile, though his eyes are solemn as she remembers them being before the court when he took his vows, not long ago. “I will always be your friend, Princess Eirika."
“I have your promise, then,” Eirika says, standing like a queen two steps above him on the front stairs of the castle, and he laughs as the last of the raindrops drip from the ends of his hair.
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enough to go by by strikinglight for pomme (manta)
Fandoms: Fire Emblem: The Sacred Stones
27 Nov 2018
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Outside the rain is quieting, and she knows the stars will come out whether or not she can see them, and that will have to be enough.
In which Tana searches, and finds, and learns to make do in the time and the places between.
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02 May 2021
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Cormag has a stormy air about him, his arms crossed, his brow drawn down into deep furrows. She’s seen some of the other men balk as they approach him for fear of drawing his anger, and knowing that by and large it’s nothing more than the natural set of his face makes her laugh softly to herself.
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In the midst of the Northern Sky's campaign against the Death Corps, two men recall a shared past.
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27 Jan 2021
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“Are you going to run me through, then?” His pale hair was a mess in the summer heat. “Who would lead the Dead Men for you? What would you do, suddenly saddled with another gaggle of western knights you haven’t a clue how to manage?”
Zalbag had cuffed him then. He hadn’t said any of the myriad oaths and minor blasphemies that had fired through his brain, but it had been an instant in which he broke with reserve and allowed anger to master him. Whatever relief he might have had of it did little to prepare him for Wiegraf’s tackle. He’d been knocked against the wall before he could brace for it. He’d never been much of a boxer.
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Johnny finds himself a new hobby, and it gets him in over his head. Literally.
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28 Dec 2020
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The wounds on Henry's face healed quickly, leaving him remote and quiet and handsomer than ever. A few days in, they were sitting bundled up in the autumn sun staring out at the lake, and in the light through the changing leaves all golden brown and dying red, he was like some kind of artwork. One of those richly-painted people sitting lonesome in an Automat or a hotel, the strong bones of his face casting smudgy shadows, his eyes turned down at the corners.
But as the echoes of the beating left Henry, somehow Johnny felt like they were moving inside him: an ache like a swollen nose, a sting like a cut.
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Walter and Hildy making all the right/wrong turns
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28 Dec 2020
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The rhythm of the city changed in ‘29, of course, but Hildy found the new beat easily enough. When she crossed the bridge into the wilds of New Jersey, she left behind a string of broken-hearted nice young men who’d once had promising futures in legitimate business and who swore they would make good again, give her a happy home. It sounded like a threat to her every time.