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    The magician lords of the dungeon: a triptych.

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    08 Apr 2024

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    Many years later, you will alight at Winking Isle on the sand beside the well, with your face to the sea, to the storming Neath-sky, to the Wax-Wind that sears and tears at your wings, and drop the last of seven candles into the well and whisper, "Are you..."

    An interactive story of the Masters of the Bazaar.

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    15 Dec 2022

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    the kind of writing i want to write when i grow up

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    On the pillars outside Santa Barbara, Abby hallucinates the last person she wants to see.

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    06 Dec 2021

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    breathtakingly beautiful in context with the plot. feels like a missing piece slotted in

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    When the bodies fall, a shattered Brockton Bay protectorate must come together to solve the murder before the killer escapes.

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    18 Jun 2021

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    AU, Brockton Bay Wards-centric whodunnit mystery that quickly devolves into the reader(me) saying "holy shit" on repeat like a broken record, then spending the next 4 hours feeling numb because I will never get to experience anything like this for the first time again. Our Private Crises is so much more than solving a crime case, exploring the internal crisis of every suspect through the novel lens of a recorded therapy session, in a way that paints them as both victim and perpetrator. The ending was unexpected but not surprising, in the good detective reveal way where the clues gathered have light shed on them and make sense afterwards. There's a really nice theme of isolation running throughout the whole of the fic, and while the conclusion did feel like it dropped the ball in many ways, it ties together the story very nicely.

    Just. Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit.

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    A chance meeting on the shore of Blue Lake interrupts Quirrel making an unfortunate decision.

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    17 Feb 2021

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    ptsd, dissociation, and suicidal ideation handled right, stag beetles manages the encapsulate the hopelessness and loss of purpose that comes with suicidal thinking, with the grace and delicate handling that topics like it deserve. the characters are incredibly well-rounded, the worldbuilding a breathtaking Lore Expansion Pack of the wonders in and beyond hallownest in a way that lovingly renders the simple wonder for the world through well-written prose. loved the bits of philosophy woven in, geniune advice from two maladjusted travellers and one very expressive ghost.

    the thing i love most about this fic is that, in the end, Quirrel overcoming his suicidal ideation was a personal fight, one that Lemm could and has helped in but cannot fight for him. and the way it's portrayed, his demons and his regrets, is so poignantly beautiful i took a second to stare out of the window into my own rain. i appreciate that the scenery remains melancholic after quirrel has a change of heart, bc living is not a cure for life's problems as much as dying is. in the end, monomon's lines ring true: it is better to live for nothing than to die for something