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umbels of evergreens, each one a dream by rozecrest
Fandoms: The Wicked Years Series - Gregory Maguire
19 Dec 2025
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“Elphie,” Glinda said sleepily, “You wicked thing. You’ve taken your own sweet time, of course.”
In which Elphaba lives, and rebuilds herself. The return leg of a long voyage.
And, decades later, a reunion in spring.
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The girl they'd saved was strange. The girl they'd saved was interesting.
It was the third day of Veile Lynndel, priestess of the Way of Fearless Truth, wandering around the Little Snail like a ghost, and the third day of Elena watching her do it.
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Even in golden fetters, Alicent looked untouchable.
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Framed in the doorway of her prison, Rhaenyra looked too-real. Uncanny in her vividity, like Alicent had simply looked at her face and gotten bee stings down her neck.
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when the languor fell away we ran out into sunlight, it beamed on the targets on our brown backs by rozecrest
Fandoms: Friends at the Table (Podcast)
02 Feb 2025
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5,000 years ago, give or take a century, Lonny and T fell asleep. Now they are awake, too late, on Palisade. The fleet they came to kill was gone. Their home was gone. They still hadn’t graduated college. The world they'd inherited was in peril. What was left to do? They joined the Cause.
And, one day, in the way of lost boys, they began to tinker.
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What a magical thing it was, to be friends. She had never truly thought of it that way before. It had always come easy; she had never had to bare her teeth and fight, to dance into their trust and hold on tight to keep it. It was miraculous.
One night out in the Emerald City, and a dream unfulfilled.
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Life had been quiet since their world ended; the silence brimmed with absence, with the knowledge of vast death, yet the emissaries of Earth were undisturbed as Blackbird sailed through the stars.
In that interim, Chaya Panaguiton and Li Aixue were coiling around each other, tight as springs.
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“Do you still think I need you?” Clem hissed.
The Witch formerly known as Clementine Kesh, and two women who knew her. Some wheels still turn.
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Nah, Valence buzzed looking for you. You might wanna check your signal, they said they’ve been getting static. Routine paused, waiting for a response, but Brnine had frozen mid-stretch. Sorry to wake you, captain.
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“Would you like to meet a dragon, little prince?” Rhaenyra whispered. “I can take you to one.”
The pitfalls of love and succession. Rhaenyra spends an afternoon with her little brother.
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Rhaenyra came to her chambers afterwards, windswept and smelling of dragon. Mysaria had hoped she would.
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In the end, she fled. It was easier than the alternatives. And of course, Rhaenyra could not let an end be so; she followed her, head down, subtle, but not subtle enough.
It felt absurd that Rhaenyra had gotten this far. For decades, Rhaenyra had been heir, striding around the grounds with all the confidence of a prince. Had the whole castle not been so enchanted? It took but a moment and Alicent knew.
That proud, shining, face. Those eyes. Long had those eyes been in her dreams, long had she woken up, feelings roiling and ill, clenching her hands into fists to keep from reaching at nothing.
S2E3, a coda.
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Gucci Garantine soared alone through satin skies dripping with orange and chiseled with violet hues. It was beautiful. Smoldering still, thinking of Brnine’s face when she left them, she barely noticed. She had been hoping – she didn’t know what she was ever hoping for from Brnine. To ground herself, maybe. Not because she couldn’t handle Clementine, of course she could. And no, the smell of rotting flowers and paint dripping from sleeves did not give her pause. She could not allow it to. It was Clem. The girl who's nails she did when they were girls, inspecting her bitten cuticles for polish that spilled over. The girl she once kissed quiet after an argument at a funeral, when she lived with people that had time to have those. The girl who was a woman now, who was something beyond human, who made a shattered ancient archive her castle, and filled it with monsters. Gucci could handle that.
The hovercraft glided, noiseless and shielded. She could see the faintest sheen on the horizon, the Crown of Glass piercing the ever-sunset, and when she looked down, her fists had clenched so tightly that her nails broke skin.
Gucci reversed course.
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love, or the beast that looks like it by rozecrest
Fandoms: ダンジョン飯 | Dungeon Meshi | Delicious in Dungeon
29 Mar 2024
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Another wisp of memory, of her father, in the days when he was broad and still seemed young. She thought of him at the strangest times, patting Marcille’s head after an early magic mishap and saying, with affection, be careful what you wish for.
Falin's eyes shot open, wide and golden. Her great body was still, as she took in the scene. But it was functioning, she was alive, like a miracle.
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“Do you think it helps? The tears.” Fourteen was twirling the knife in their hands. “The holding.”
“I think so.” Tender shook her head. “It’d better.”
They looked flustered, which was fascinating. “Sometimes I feel like I don’t know how to anymore. I guess that's silly.”
“It’s not silly. Just a bit weird to bring up to your coworker.”
Fourteen laughed. “Will you stop it with that?”
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Murmuring people with vines splinting their limbs or crystals shivering out their sides hurried past to their duties. Brnine’s wet shoes squeaked on the glass. It comforted them, that shivering wail. At least something was disturbing the still, almost solemn air, echoing upwards and expressing how it truly felt.
Gucci certainly wasn’t. She chatted with Emaline about the city’s upcoming initiatives and the gloomy weather and anything, really, but their business with the Witch— which they still didn’t know the finer details of. Gucci had called them and asked for a ride, and that had been that.
Before Dust dreams and the knife going in, before the red sun and blood in the grip, before being cast as bait and how it rippled into all that followed, there was this—a cavalcade of taut meetings in the Crown of Glass; once rivals, almost friends, a final gambit with teeth bared; and closeness in an empty rec room, unguarded and unexpected, spilling out of wary hands.
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When they woke up, the sun was there, whole and indicating it had been at its day's work for a while. Someone had taken away the containment unit where Integrity was coiled and had left flowers in its place.
Their phone was radioactive with alerts. Most importantly: from Jesset, a response to their hospital bed photo and reciprocal heart— drinks and steak and debrief soon, captain!
And from Gucci, early this morning— Let me know when you’re awake.
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Old Dolio was fifteen, crouched in a bush keeping lookout, when she first witnessed intimacy. Real, prolonged, private intimacy, more than a hurried goodbye on a street corner, more than her parents’ affections to each other— glancing and furtive, whenever she was in the room at least— but two humans so wholly entangled, that she could begin to imagine that worlds outside of her own existed.
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Es was a being of in-betweens and doorways, of the immaterial transplanted and transformed, so it did not take them very long to realize they were being haunted.
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'cause this time, love, we're gonna get it right by rozecrest
Fandoms: Critical Role (Web Series)
23 Dec 2022
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Sometime in the past few days, Laudna appeared to have realized that Imogen would refuse her no affection and was tentatively testing the lack of limits to their closeness. Her weakness being uncovered was in similar parts deeply humiliating and immensely distracting. Laudna was gentle as she took the sheets off the most private and desperate part of her heart and called it friendship.
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i've got grief in my marrow (will you marry me still?) by rozecrest
Fandoms: Critical Role (Web Series)
07 Dec 2022
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Five days to Jrusar. Imogen spent the first night haunting the decks of the silver sun.
When she’d left Gelvaan, she’d been so eager to feel anything new. A gnawing hunger for something other than the same frustration and anger and loneliness. The world had provided. Marquet had shades of astonishment and fear and delight she never could have imagined in the small world she’d once inhabited.
But this grief. Only love had ever carved her out like this. Perhaps in this instance, they were the same thing. Two sides to a coin.