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winds of winter by daittya, foolstroupe
Fandoms: 崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)
17 Apr 2026
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“Merciless, but true.” Snow gathered within his free hand, the act of compressing it into a tight ball second nature. “Though I must ask … will you survive?”
Genuine confusion crept across his face. “Survive what?”
“‘Winter is coming’,” Phainon quoted, ominously. Mydei’s eyebrows furrowed further. Phainon whipped the snowball directly at the increasingly narrowed space between them.
Or: A normal day in Winterfell.
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- Part 1 of blood and glory (game of thrones au)
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“Awww, is Augusta shy?” Iuno pushes herself off the ground, moves to stand in front of her — the grin upon her lips has only grown wider, a distinctly smug undertone to it. “Is the Sun of Septimont so easily brought down by the implication that our city’s fair maidens find her quite attracti—”
Or: Before the Undying Sun and the Moon Arrow, there is Augusta and Iuno.
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blood and glory (game of thrones au) by daittya, foolstroupe
Fandom 崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)
17 Apr 2026
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“My Abuela said it,” Silvio insists. “She said you have to wear the hat, because you have a pale ass so you’re going to get skin cancer and die before Lance even wakes up.”
Keith looks between the children and the hat, too confused to glare, sweaty and horrid from pulling weeds beneath the scorching sun. “What?”
“That’s wrong,” Nadia complains, and yanks her brother down to her level to whisper the correction in his ear.
“Ooh,” Silvio amends. “Tía Veronica said you have a pale ass. My Abuela said you’re gonna die.”
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When Lance is fatally wounded during their final battle, the blue lion enters a deep hibernation with Lance inside. Unsure when or if he’ll wake, Keith is forced to wait and watch over him in the company of the people he fears most: Lance’s family.
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Bookmarked by foolstroupe
01 May 2026
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[ Instead, feeling raw beneath Lance’s adoring gaze, he mumbles, “And how long would you give yourself?”
Lance scoffs. “Me?”
He hums, considering. Keith’s fingers find the junction between Lance’s flight suit and skin as he waits for an answer. He wishes he could rip that suit off, not for the purpose of seeing Lance unclothed, but so he can pretend the war is over. He can pretend they’re lying side by side at the beginning of their lives, not the end.
“I’m sure I’d try,” Lance says. “Maybe. If you died, left me all alone,” he drawls. “Eventually I’d try fall in love again. I’d try really hard, cause when haven’t I?” He laughs softly, and takes Keith’s hand in his own. He turns it over, thumb tracing the veins of his palm. “But there’d be something off, about everyone. Something that would just…turn me away. Too cheery. Too gloomy. Too fucking…agreeable, or something.”
Lance’s gaze loses focus, stirring up the dusty ground around them. “I’d try, but I don’t think anyone would feel right. I’d reach the end of my life, and realise that… That the whole time, I was looking for you.”
The words settle like rain, blocking out all distraction, all of existence outside that bubble. Keith opens his mouth, trying to speak, but finds he is submerged in Lance’s answer. Nothing he says will compare. Nothing will give those words the weight they deserve. ]
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[ “Why did you sound like that in the recording?” she asks roughly. “You sounded like you were dying.”
Silence settles over the car. Like he was dying, huh? Keith supposes that much is true. Only he isn’t sure why Rachel is even bringing this up, and why now, right before he leaves.
“I sounded like that,” Keith says slowly, choosing his words carefully, “because I…”
Not careful enough. He finds himself at a blockade, a terrible splinter lodged in his throat. He releases a shuddering breath.
“Because we were out there for three years,” Keith says dully. “Three years, and the only thing that made it all worth it, was if I… Was if he came back.”
Rachel still grips the wheel, though they’ve ceased to move. She stares straight ahead, into the intersection of the headlights and the dwindling twilight.
“I wanted to bring him home,” Keith says softly. “I promised him I would. I… I loved him so much, I– Everything would be worth it, if he came home.”
“So,” he continues slowly, “I failed in the worst way a person can fail. Shot myself in the foot. Shot… Everything. Every future, every moment of my life, every moment of his.” Keith draws a deep breath, shuddering. “You know we… We lost so much, and so much time, so much life. But I thought, uh, we thought, that it wouldn’t be too much to ask for, to sort of, have one life. Between us. Maybe we’d each lost something of our own, but, if we led a life together, it… It made everything feel alright.” ]
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i'm leaning to you, hoping we'll intertwine by silly_zsofi
Fandoms: 鸣潮 | Wuthering Waves (Video Game)
10 Apr 2026
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Compared to the pleasant, humid warmth of Ragunna, the wind in Septimont is scorching. It brushes past Cartethyia, like heat from a fire, and paired with the burning light of the sun, she truly feels like she's in an oven. The shade helps; spares her from yet another sunburn, because it seems not even sunscreen can save her here. But, for Imperator's sake, Septimont is hot.
She drags her gaze across the crowd once more, but she is still ten minutes early for their date with Lupa. No, not date, a meetup. Just friends. Two women sharing their love of combat sports, nothing more.or
as the aegon moves forward, cartethyia and lupa find time for an afternoon spent together outside of the arenaSeries
- Part 3 of modern au cartylupa
Bookmarked by foolstroupe
18 Apr 2026
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[ It's unfair, how well Lupa wears the heat. Her tan skin glistens slightly, and her white tank top is of thin material, leaving little to the imagination. Cartethyia is a professional; she keeps her eyes above the collarbones. ]
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One morning on the Mephistopheles, Rodion catches herself in Hong Lu's mirror.
Bookmarked by foolstroupe
18 Feb 2026
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[ Would Hong Lu still have that stupid, tranquil smile plastered on his face if Rodion plunged a shard of glass deep into that jade eye? Whatever procedure he underwent for it must have cost a breathtaking amount of Ahn. In a desperate past, Rodion would look at modifications like those and wonder how much food she’d be able to buy with the money it took to get rigs like those. Or maybe she’d finally be able to afford a nice shampoo to rinse out all the accumulated grime and blood matting her hair—maybe then the rich folk with gemstones for eyes wouldn’t look at her with such contempt. Or even worse than contempt: indifference. Serene indifference is only afforded to the rich, to those with the privilege of having long, lush hair and spotless alabaster skin and a fucking jade eye that gets duller and duller the more you look at it. ]
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50 Things the Sinners are no longer allowed to do. by BlankWriter
Fandoms: Limbus Company (Video Game)
18 Mar 2025
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Throughout their many misadventures, the Sinners have done… a lot. So, then, what exactly are they absolutely, completely, definitely not allowed to do?
Bookmarked by foolstroupe
07 Feb 2026
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[ 29. Stop inventing holidays. The Executive Manager has no time to waste with ‘Citywide Hat Day’.
- I have aught to say about their hat. It’s visage blinded me, the wide brim piercing through my eyes and into my heart. I have felt the love of a family, the love of a friend, yet… perhaps this is the romantic love I have never felt before.
- Mate, d’you wanna bang a hat?
- No. ] -
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Afterward, Rodion and Heathcliff watch over him.
Bookmarked by foolstroupe
22 Jan 2026
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[ Heathcliff's hands close into fists. He looks tired. He looks like he wants to tear away Gregor's pain with his own hands. "Still is, of 'course. Just like the blonde lass is still our knight chasing after her dreams. Nothing has changed." His jaw is set, as if daring her to challenge him.
But Rodion knows, too. She shakes her head; defiant as him. Not pest. Not vermin. Not The Roach Emperor Valencina had crowed about. Nothing what G Corp forced him to be. That's not their Gregor, not when they know him better than anyone else. Their Gregor is cranky. Always complaining about his back. Their Gregor makes jokes that has everyone cringing slightly. Their Gregor is bitter and lonely and kind.
And their Gregor is human. So, so human. ]