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oldfashionedmorphine · 6 months
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hi! happy sunday everyone! here’s more snippets of:
on the same frequency
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December 25, 1995
“But… ten years is a long time—I… I haven’t even known you for ten years yet.”
Shit. The thought hadn’t even occurred to him—that Will had already been gone for longer than the years they had together. And it makes him sick to think about it—how little time they had. Especially when some of his earliest memories of Will were so fuzzy now. And then thinking about just how young Will was when he died—only three months shy from turning fifteen. It just wasn’t fair.
December 26, 1985
And with that thought, Will sets his half eaten bowl of cereal down on the counter and without hesitation he runs out back to the shed where his mother kept a rifle—grabbing it off the wall and then sets it on the workbench while he searches around for a box of ammunition. Once he finds it, he loads it up with a pair of shaky hands, and then cautiously returns to the house. Will locks the back door and then double checks the front door too, and for good measure he ensures that all the windows are locked with the curtains drawn as well. To say he was paranoid was an understatement. But even though everything was secured and he was now armed, he still felt vulnerable. Maybe it was just his anxiety talking, but there was an eeriness in being all alone. And if not for the ticking of the clock on the wall in the living room, the house would be dead silent, which didn’t help his nerves at all.
Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick…
🎶 a song from chapter four 🎶
rating: mature
tags: alternate universe, not canon compliant, major character death, grief/mourning, ptsd, blood and injury, supernatural elements, time shenanigans, butterfly effect, thriller, angst with a happy ending
release date: 11/26/2023
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dancingonmoonbeams · 5 months
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I’m having so much fun writing pre-relationship Annie and Finnick because Finnick is just existing and Annie won’t stop roasting him like girlie that’s the love of your life but keep going
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abject-chaos · 11 months
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Here's a little preview for you guys. Chapter 4 of The Questing Beast coming soon!
It was four hours since Sonic was taken to the court physician’s surgery. His condition had noticeably worsened since the encounter with the beast. Still, Lancelot had tried unsuccessfully to ignore the king’s contrastingly hot blood against his cold skin, his erratic breathing against the knight’s chest as he carried him to the castle. Merlina called for aid immediately when they arrived, a young servant scurrying quickly away to warn the healers. When a host of several nurses came running in their direction, some with their hands around the supporting poles of a stretcher and the rest carrying an array of medical equipment, Lance reluctantly relinquished his hold on the king and handed the duty of transporting Sonic to the medical wing over to the quickly summoned attendees. To his right, his counterpart made a noise of protest.
“Hey, where are you taking him?” He demanded. He tried to follow but Lancelot gripped his shoulder firmly, keeping him in place. Shadow tried to wiggle out of the hold, succeeding briefly before the knight simply grabbed his arm, squeezing hard enough to surely leave bruises where his fingers dug and effectively keeping the rogue in check. His muscles still shook with weakness. “Let me go!” When Lancelot didn’t, sending a firm and tired glare straight at the frantic red eyes of his double, Shadow yelled at the backs of the retreating party supporting the king, spouting curses and threats when they did not allow him access to the medical chambers.
Nobody was allowed entrance into the surgery. The procedure was likely a delicate process that did not require distractions, no matter how much Lancelot ached to be at his king’s side. Shadow continued to fight fruitlessly, thanks to the aid of one of Merlina’s spells that Lancelot sensed at work, keeping his still-aching muscles from cowing to the strength of the ultimate lifeform. His double was desperate now, frantic, clawing at the arm restraining him and yanking at fur. “Let me go, Let me go! Sonic!” For as much as Lancelot hated to admit it, he felt a swell of sympathy for his counterpart.
But, as he said, that was four hours ago, and while Shadow was still noticeably on edge and snapping at anything that moved while they waited for news from the healers, at least he was not at the level of issuing physical violence on the nurses that came to offer the party refreshments.
Merlina was sat on the bench provided, her elbows on her knees. She drummed an anxious beat on her upper arms with her fingers. Lance assumed it was all she could do to get up and start pacing much like Sonic had earlier that day. It pained to recall Sonic now, desperately worried about his friend, unknowingly throwing himself into danger to rescue the ones he cared for. And all because that fool, the supposed ultimate lifeform, could not keep himself level enough to know not to wander the Broceliande forest at night.
The head physician- Edwin Muirden- at last exited the surgery, the cloying mixture of disinfecting agents and herbs clinging to his clothing. The trio's heads turned to him immediately. Edwin removed his glasses with a sigh. That can’t be a good sign, Lance thought anxiously.
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shepherds-of-haven · 2 months
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the five faceless lords that mc destroyed through magic watching them use their first and only word of power to cure a tree: 👿👿👿👿👿
Buubas having been KO'd by a ton of water before he could even get out of bed:
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phoenixtakaramono · 2 months
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Truce - Ch3 Preview (1/?)
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“It would only be in-character of Homelander to abuse his power and use Ashley or Vought’s shareholders as a front to force Billy to “be nice” to him, resembling a snot-nosed child running to hide behind their mummy’s skirts, complaining to their rich mummy and daddy about being bullied.”
(Chapters 1-2 can be read on AO3.)
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*Note: as always, keep in mind this is taken from an earlier first draft; there will be a couple changes in the final draft that’ll be posted to AO3 when the chapter’s ready. This particular chapter opener you’re reading had been reworked 3x—until we got this current iteration that I’m finally relatively happy with and wanted to share with y’all as a sneak peek of what to expect. :)
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hanafubukki · 10 months
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Got him today 🥰🥰 Hes so soft and squishy. 💞💞 love this style of plush
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NOW IM SHAKING HIM. LILIA GIMME YOUR SSR GENERAL CARD.
RELEASE YOUR CARD FROM WHEREVER YOU HAVE IT HOSTAGE NOW 🙏🥺😭
SHAKING HIM AS A WAY TO SUMMON HIS SSR CARD LETS GOOO 💞💞💞
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after-witch · 10 months
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"It's a circus. What's the worst that could happen?"
--Bright Lights, my upcoming Small Spaces Quartet sequel fic
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Chapter Title: The Tent After “Dark”/ Featuring: Pomni vs. Herself (She Loses)
Summary: Pomni realizes she is in a game and is not having fun, so she switches to survival mode and has an even worse time. Meanwhile, Ragatha has thoughts and the author is kind enough to let her share them.
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sun-3-160 · 4 months
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Summary: They say it gets worse before it gets better.
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moaa · 1 year
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Give the people a preview 👁️👄👁️
okayyyy here we go then:
“Alright?” George asks, pulling back from the hug. “You do look tired as fuck.” “Yeah, alright. Just didn’t sleep much last night.” “He’s been fucking someone new but won’t tell us who it is,” Ross pipes up, smirking and not raising his gaze from where he’s mindlessly plucking at his bass. “Oh has he, now.” There’s a glint of something in George’s eyes that Matty’s never seen there before.  “Wait. He hasn’t told you either?” George slowly shakes his head, fully smirking now. “No, he hasn’t.” He starts circling Matty to get to his drum kit in the corner, but still doesn’t take his eyes off him. “And you didn’t notice anything.” Hann’s isn’t a question—more like an acknowledgement. “No, I didn’t,” George replies as he pulls the protective cover off the kit and sits down on the stool. “Must have been quite discreet.” “My, my, this is a mystery, then.” Hann throws Ross a complicit sideways glance. “We’ll get it out of him sooner or later.”
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sonicpilled · 11 months
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im fuh reaking out about the whisper and tangle panel with the LESBIAN FLAG behind them and its real That is so awesom
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shepherds-of-haven · 2 months
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Speaking of Buubas, when we splash water on him is he dead dead or just banished like if we kill the others with weapons?
I go back and forth on it, because while I think it's a bit anticlimactic to drown him without even ever encountering him, I also don't want to "punish" players who did well enough to retrieve the lachryma successfully by merely banishing him in that route, while making "failure" (breaking all the bones in your body by not being strong/smart enough to elude the Ghasts) the only way to permanently kill him. So for now I'm saying that the flood permanently destroys him due to being weakened by the thoret as well as the presence of lachryma in the floodwaters! :) Call it a freebie/happy accident - MC deserves it!
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carmenpeach · 11 months
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paellaplease · 2 years
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Liberosis, a Revali x Reader fic, Part 4: Preview
Warning: liberosis spoilers!
UPDATE: Chapter 4 has been posted. You can read it here
Start from the beginning: Here
You’ve lost count of how many times you’ve lived and died. Echoes of past lives fought tooth and nail with the final vestiges of sanity you tried to protect. Reaching the limit of what you could recall, they existed in an unclear space, like hazy fossils encased in amber.
Though restarting cured your physical wounds, the scars in your psyche remained and multiplied.
You cared not anymore for what point in this never ending nightmare you’ve been released into. All you remember was running and running until you couldn't breathe. The small town you found yourself in was friendly enough. Especially when they discovered you were handy with a sword (“trial and error” you said, no one understanding the joke but you.) 
They were fast in recruiting you for the guard. The military training camp became your new place of rest. Day in and day out, they attempted to knock out some bad habits in your form. Your stance, your swordsmanship, they were unpolished, heavy-handed, and wild. 
Under the watch of the captain, you remained silent. Speaking only when asked to, attempting to blend as much as you could into the four walls. Menial tasks and repetition were the only means of living with the collection of memories and thoughts that wormed through your brain. There was no escape, not even sleep could grant you solace. 
For in your dreams, in seas of blue, you saw him. 
Months pass and as the leaves change, so do you. You were in no way a skilled duelist. You were messy, a brute with a broadsword. Though by now many of your superiors hardly cared. You stuck to orders and got the job done. It did not matter if you returned covered in blood. 
Under the crescent moon, the final wolf was finished off, your sword coming down to sever it in two. The town’s shepherds can rest in peace now. Perhaps this will teach future packs a lesson. 
White clouds of air formed in front of you as you inhaled and exhaled. Only a few cuts and bruises littered your arms. The muscles in your shoulders were sore from the weight of the sword, and as the adrenaline came down you realised just how sweaty you were. 
Straightening up quickly was a bad idea. Stamina well and truly depleted, your shaking legs gave out. Dropping your sword like an idiot, you stumbled backwards.
At the mercy of gravity. Two wings reached out to catch you. 
(The thought that you had fallen upon your own blade and the universe had rewound the clock, crosses your mind for a terrifying second.)
You immediately spin around, coming face to face with the last person you wanted to see. 
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Thanks @zephyrslilt and @thespiritmoon (I'm a total sucker for time loops too! can't get enough of them) for encouraging me to get this preview out, and thank you to everyone who has liked the post too! i see you <3
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