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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
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(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
- Part 2 of radio station 19.14
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Those words, all of them sound different when she says them.
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06 Jun 2018
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"I'm a lesbian."
She doesn't even stutter.
Because Hinata has known for as long as she has known that it is a word she is not supposed to apply to herself. A dirty word. A foul one. A word to be used as an insult rather than a proud moniker the way Sakura uses it. The way Tenten and Temari and Ino all use it. The way the Godaime and Mitarashi-san and Shizune-san use it.
It's her word. It's always been her word. Not for anyone else to use against her.
It's her native tongue, and Hinata is beginning to learn how to speak it.
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Chara and Frisk reach an ending.
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- Part 6 of a heart is no king's throne
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14 Jun 2018
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You duck and weave and try to find gaps to slide through them, but they keep nicking at your arms and legs and you can’t stop thinking about the dead child’s face and you want more than anything to just run—
The player finds an open space in the knives and guides you to it, shaking and wheezing and shivering and dripping blood, and—Frisk, who is thinking of a faded ribbon in a pile of leaves and a plastic knife you found on the ramparts of Home what feels like a million years ago, forces the word “Help” out of their throat. It creaks as it goes, barely louder than a whisper.
But the bullets begin to shake and stop twirling.
A second child appears on the screen and wrenches the marionette strings away with their bare hands, freeing the first; the pale blue soul disappears, replaced by an orange one. There’s a great flash and the bullets all turn green and warp into gigantic band-aids. These zoom straight to you, washing over you in waves of soothing coolness. Your injuries melt away into whole unblemished flesh, and fresh energy helps you stand straight again.
Flowey’s screen-face goes to static again and his body reappears.
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06 Jul 2018
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Naruto kisses her forehead like an apology. An apology because it's not fair that "they" (a faceless, unnamed mass) stare because their Hokage kisses both his wife and his husband in public, and that his husband and his wife kiss each other as well. That they stare because Sasuke is the Captain of the ANBU (they shouldn't know, but there is no way to deny it when word gets out that the Captain has the Sharingan) and because Sakura is the highest ranked medical-nin in Konoha and because they hold power individually from Naruto. They stare as they gossip about what will happen if/when Sakura becomes pregnant—who the "true" father will be and what it will mean for Konoha. They stare like they know that Sasuke privately identifies as mostly gay even though he also loves Sakura and wants her and lusts for her, or that he had to ask Naruto "how to pleasure her," which resulted in one of the best, sweetest, most awkward, most hilarious nights of Sakura's life. They stare like they know that Naruto still blushes shyly when Sakura asks him to dance, or that Naruto accidentally knocked a bowl of hot ramen into Sasuke's lap on their first date as a triad. They stare like they know Sakura and her husbands, like they understand them, like they have the right to judge them or like—
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oh take me back to the start by tosca1390
Fandoms: Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Moon | Pretty Guardian Sailor Moon (Manga)
21 May 2012
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Every step is a resolution; she will prove herself to be more than a coddled little girl.
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05 Jun 2018
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“He’ll do as I suggest,” he says at last.
Serenity shakes her head, teeth edging at her bottom lip. “That’s not what I’ve heard of him.”
“The lady Venus has filled your head with rumors to keep you cautious, and rightfully so. But the Prince is not so stubborn and foolhardy as she would have you think,” he says as they pick their way through the corridors. The castle air is thickly cold; shivers vibrate over her skin. It’s also very quiet. The court is in the main capital with the King, and the Prince until tomorrow. Kunzite and Venus are nothing but thorough in their plans. “He is a good man.”
“I never said I thought otherwise,” she says, amused. “But his reputation is interesting.”
Kunzite glances at her. “He has not seduced every woman in the court.”
“But some, I imagine,” she says lightly.
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She starts wearing the binder because chest compression is helpful considering Sasuke shoved an arm through her tit during the war. When she pulls back her hair and a stranger calls her 'young man', it spirals from there.
Or, the one where the boys of Team Seven try to teach Sakura how to be a dude, Shikamaru has a sexuality crisis because his crush is hot in every gender, Ino is a wardrobe consultant to the stars, and Sakura figures out how comfortable he can be in her own skin.
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19 May 2018
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She figures out how to walk, how to use a little less hip, how to stride. She experiments with rolling her shoulders forward in a light slouch reminiscent of Shikamaru's. She messes with her hair, unsure if she likes it in its high ponytail or if she'd be more suited to a close crop like Naruto's. She doesn't pack her pants with socks as much, mostly because it's a weird press of fabric against her inner thigh, and it gets pretty sweaty when she's got a rolled up sock in her crotch when she's sparring.
And when the week is over, she dresses in her best fitting binder with the other two tucked under her arm. She's in one of Sai's black pairs of cargos and one of Sasuke's white shirts, with her flak jacket tossed on top.
With a breath in and a breath out, Sakura ties on his bandanna and leaves his apartment.