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Akechi has a few recurring nightmares. This is his favorite.
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- Part 1 of heirs
Bookmarked by sorry4ghosting
23 Jan 2026
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had to sit in silence for several minutes after this one
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Akechi gets his first haircut in too long because haircuts make him nervous. It doesn't help that the person cutting it is Akira.
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- Part 1 of shuake week 2019
Bookmarked by sorry4ghosting
19 Jun 2025
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An unhealing cut in human form brings Danny to the surprising realization that all of his injuries have been super-healing in ghost form. Even if pushed to the limit, Danny can survive anything so long as he remains a ghost. This is a good thing, surely. This can only be a good thing.
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Akira Kurusu is dead.
Goro knows this because he can see him. He’s standing beside the bar, miserable and translucent, his posture tight and eyes faded dull. He flinches every time someone suggests going back to the ship to get him, presumably because, like Goro, he knows what they’ll find. He wonders if he’s real— he assumes he can’t be. Ghosts aren’t an actual thing that exist, and it wouldn’t be that much of a stretch for his own mind to finally have fucking cracked after a day like today.
It doesn’t matter. Either he’s finally snapped, because Akira is dead and it’s his fault, or he’s being haunted because Akira is dead and it’s his fault. The difference, in the moment, feels semantic.
(It's not like it's bad having him around. And if he's right and Goro can bring him back? Well. He's not going to get his hopes up.)
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A short introspective piece about Dottore and his segments post Sumeru AQ.
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Lambda smiled, the curve of his lips not quite meeting his eyes, and produced his own body out of scrap metal, ichor, and a bloodied heart.
“Almost like the real thing,” He had mused, out-loud, to Prime. Prime surveyed him icily.
“It’s not your finest work.” He conceded. His voice was dry and dark. “But it will do, if only to quell your incessant speaking within MY brain. Now, you can leave stains upon your own.”
A victory was a victory. “Shall I get started on the others?” Lambda offered, a wicked bitterness palpable in his tone.
“As soon as possible. I don’t need them functional, I just need them out.”
Out of my head, he meant. Omega knew this. He was one of them, and when he was brought to agonizing life on the cold metal of Lambda’s operating table, he realized all at once what Prime was longing for. Peace.
Bookmarked by sorry4ghosting
23 Apr 2024