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The Hollow Captain reaches the end of their search, obscured from the world. They steady themself. They prepare to knock on the Avid Horizon, and
they feel a tug
in their stomach
(You wake up.)
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i'll bring the gasoline & my native romanticism by daekie for burningcrab
Fandoms: Blaseball (Video Game)
19 Aug 2023
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INTERVIEWER
Alright. Let’s start this off with something simple, just to get it on the record. What’s your name?GOODIE
I’m Goodie. Goodie McSriff, technically, but everyone knows me as Goodie from Bloodpool, or just Goodie Bloodpool. (She pauses.) Which is legally my name now, which I’m sure makes searching me specifically on the internet really fun. Sorry about that, everyone.INTERVIEWER
And is there anything people might recognize you from?GOODIE
I was the only survivor of the Bloodpool murders. Because I killed the serial killer with a blaseball bat. And then it turned out he wasn’t dead, and I had to kill him again after he broke into my apartment to get revenge six months later, and then I was really the only survivor of the Bloodpool murders. -
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This is a body he hasn’t known since before the PODS. This is a body he had no say in leaving behind. This is a body that is his and is not his.
York doesn’t know he’s crying until he feels the heat on his face.
or: york silk backslides on his mental health recovery, because who ever put 'being eight years old again' in their twelve-step plan?
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spinning on this infinite road (blasetober 2022) by daekie
Fandoms: Blaseball (Video Game)
20 Oct 2022
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a collection of fics written for the game band's blasetober 2022 prompts, all written as 12x100s.
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my theologies strewn out in the dark by daekie for Woosh_Official
Fandoms: Blaseball (Video Game)
25 Sep 2022
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At least she herself was able to say that’s not me, that’s my name, that’s not me, I want to be something else. She doesn’t think Jessica has said that, or maybe even thought it to herself; who wouldn’t want to be Jessica Telephone? From the outside, wouldn’t it be a gift, to live a life so rich?
(Wouldn’t it be a gift, to be a splinter of a god who saw everything but never saw it coming? It always looks better from the outside.)
Jessica
Telephoneisn’t the only girl here who might as well be someone else’s ghost: or, what that looks like from another camera angle: or, hey, who decides what the real Ship of Theseus is, anyway?Series
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“They were married, you know,” Porter says offhandly. He’s draped across the couch - across Jace, more specifically - like a cat. Languid and lithe, ready to pounce, playing with a rip in his leather glove as he rambles. “Back before the war went down, the unnamed god had a spouse.”
A mortal one? is Jace’s first thought. It slips through the cracks before he can stop himself and burrows under his skin. It’s mortifying, honestly. He’s not a proper divine caster, but he should still know better. Gods don’t care about mortals.
Or - at least not like that.
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Two divine domains are unclaimed, these days. Jace thinks about this, perhaps more than he should.
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28 Feb 2026
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The dreams don't get any less uneasy. When Jace wakes, far too late into Sunday, it takes him a few minutes to clear the afterimages from his eyes. He ignores the unread texts on his phone, the faint taste of rust in his mouth. He ignores the way that one of the shadows in the corner moves strangely, when he looks at it. Just a trick of the light.
It's only bad dreams. He's an adult, godsdamn it; he's better than this. Nightmares never really hurt anyone, anyway.
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she's there when I wake up (at the end of my bed) by jadeandquartz
Fandoms: Critical Role: Aramán (Web Series)
29 Dec 2025
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Occtis freezes halfway through the final somatic step. The windowglass is thin - poor quality, but clearer than the mirror behind him. Light from the tavern across the street provides a backdrop, casting a gentle golden glow over the sill. It must be a hallucination, though, or some impossible trick of the light, because the face hovering outside the window is -
- his own?
His own. His own, but not his own. It's wrong, by which Occtis means it's right. The cheekbones aren't sunken; the flesh has blood beneath it; the eyes are just a normal shade of green. The brow - his brow? - is furrowed in frustration. The - his - eyes are red and welling with tears, which isn't right, because he definitely can't even cry anymore -
"Oh, fuck!" the other-Occtis says, making eye contact with him. "Oh fucking Hells, wait, it's actually you -"
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Occtis receives an unexpected visitor.
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28 Feb 2026
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"All right," Occtis says. He attempts to sound soothing rather than harsh, despite the way that cut open make something spasm horribly in the space where his heart used to be. "Um - all right. I'm sorry. I'm really sorry, Tyranny. That sounds bad."
"He's my anchor," she says pleadingly into the bedpost, her mouth pressed against the wood. Occtis thinks she might be biting it. The theory is confirmed when her head bobs up to speak. The frame is torn to splinters where her teeth once were. They're not getting Aranessa's deposit back, that's for sure. "He's my patron. Mine. But he left, and then I was back there, in the Pit."
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End Racism in the OTW (the bridge that always burns behind us) by elumish
Fandoms: Naruto
01 Jan 2026
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Well, Shikamaru thinks, that didn’t go according to plan.
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Konoha looks different from what he remembers once he gets into the city proper, everything too tall to his too-short body because this is likely years before he hit his growth spurt, the streets bustling with civilians. The last he was in Konoha, it was a smoldering wreckage, the Academy still on fire. This Konoha is bustling and energetic and happy, long enough, he supposes, after the Kyuubi attack that the damage has been repaired.
He’s walking down a main road when he sees Neji, when they make eye contact and Neji gives the barest nod, and Shikamaru thinks, thank god, that worked. He’s not alone.
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They take Caleb first, and then they take his eyes, and when the Mighty Nein come to rescue him there is nothing left to save.
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30 Jan 2019
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He will adapt. He will learn. He is a survivor, in the end, against his better instincts, broken glass and blackened soul and all. It will take more than being maimed to change that about him – he still has a mission to complete, after all.
“I think,” he says, into the silence, getting to his feet confident and steady for the first time in a week with the help of his borrowed eyes, “that we should, ah… rejoin the others, perhaps, ja? Before Jester and Nott buy us pastries and bacon for dinner. I would like-” To see you again. Your faces. Memorise what they look like, through these eyes. “-something, something less…”
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The first time they meet, she is Sasha and he is Aleksis, but everyone else would tell you otherwise.
Sasha and Aleksis Kaidonovsky are both genderfluid. This is the story of their lives.
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25 Feb 2019
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"What's your name really, then?"
"The one they gave me is Aleksandra," says Aleksis. "But Sasha is better."
Sasha nods. She feels the burn of the liquor spread in her stomach and hums in pleasure. "They called me Aleksandr too, once."
Aleksis raises his eyebrow. "Yeah?"
"Yeah."
"And what do they call you now?"
"Warden Kaidonovsky, or sometimes 'that pussy'."
Aleksis laughs. It's bright, and it warms Sasha the way vodka never does.