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SPOILERS FOR EPISODE 4 OF TMK
Jin and Lucia run away from the destroyed city of the Dragon's Egg, escaping from the danger within. They manage to find refuge in a small abandoned house, far from everything else. The calmness surrounding them means that they both have some time to think about their days.
The heaviness gets to them.
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- Part 2 of she TOTAL on my MONSTER KILL til i FIC
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19 Aug 2026
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The walls stalked closer, pressed red into the corners of his vision; every inhale pulled fever-hot air into his lungs, cloying and rank as beast breath. Something stirred by the door, watching him. Breathing. The taste of copper and stale meat on his tongue. Breathing, snarling exhales by the door, louder and louder still.
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After the horned primate hunt, Everett can’t shake a gnawing sense of guilt and doubt. He decides to process these feelings like a man: by going outside and killing something with his bare hands. This goes about as well as you’d expect.
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18 Aug 2026
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He was damp with sweat all over, his breath scorching in his lungs, and all that would’ve been fine, he could handle himself just fine, had his opponent not been twice his size. The ship swayed with the weight of them and their companions, each focused on a different member of the crew, because sure, it was only gold they wanted, but gods knew the Riptide pirates did not let themselves get fucked over that easy.
So, battle it was. And they were fucking losing.
“Gryffon,” Gillion called out from across the deck, sounding equally as winded. “It is your fucking destiny to get these guys off the ship, do you hear me? That is an order.”
Gryffon gave no indication that he’d heard him. He didn’t have the breath to.
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Or: The crew gets overrun. Gryffon takes the brunt of it.
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18 Aug 2026
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Gillion Tidestrider is a child, not a weapon. Edyn seems to be the only person who sees this- including Gillion himself.
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15 Aug 2026
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Their creations, half-baked and unsung as they were, lived on in him. Deliberately or not. Their curse had doomed them to a life of halves, fractions, portions, and yet Gryffon hummed their songs like they had an ending, like he was simply repeating his favourite parts as they were stuck in his head.
They would never sing before an audience again, and yet Gryffon knew all their works by heart the way people used to. They’d never feel the satisfaction of a finished song again, would never get to pick the best ones for the occasion from a near endless repertoire, and yet Gryffon softened whenever he heard them play, like it soothed something deep in his bones. Entire towns used to know their name, their face, would treat them to ale on the house in exchange for a night of merry tunes, and losing all that, their purpose in life, their soul’s truest calling, that’d devastated them, and yet—
And yet, Gryffon tapped his fingers and bobbed his head and smiled like they’d never seen in those brief moments before he became aware of their presence and his lips turned pink.
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Or: Gryffon is Queen's biggest fan, and they find that maybe their curse isn't so bad.
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31 Jul 2026