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Here in the underworld (the past seems close behind) by gece_misin_nesin
Fandoms: Evillious Chronicles
17 Nov 2025
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Gloria is an ordinary university student who's been having odd dreams lately. Nothing more. It's not as if those dreams are about another world. Another life, filled with flashes of crimson armor and blood and death.
But it doesn't matter, it can't matter. It's not like this is her life…
Is it?
or:
What can change a person's nature? Is it memories? Unfortunately, it is just the opposite.
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Durin approaches from the outside of what must have been a rib cage. The bones are even larger up close, as wide as a tree trunk, enough to wrap his entire armspan around it. He steps around to the middle, staring out from the belly of the beast; could the heart of such a creature even fit inside this tiny form? Wide-eyed and shivering, he pulls off a glove and presses his palm to a bone, rough and worn-down from years of harsh weather. He’s never seen the framework beneath his own skin. Might it look something like this, about a thousand times smaller?
“Durin,” Albedo calls, and suddenly his arms are braced around Durin’s shoulders like he’s consoling him. Does he need consoling? He doesn’t think he’s crying, but his cheeks are too numb with cold to tell.
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21k words of me being in denial about ds!durin being gone. kind of a durin sq rewrite but not really. more of an albedo & durin relationship study / durin character study
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30 Dec 2025
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“Because,” Dick says simply— softly— “you’re my brother.”
Jason’s jaw clenches so hard he hears something crack— maybe a tooth. Maybe his patience.
“Oh, go fuck yourself,” he mutters, turning away, pacing a few steps just to get the hell out of Dick’s line of sight. The dumpster. The blood. The reek of Gotham rotting around them— all of it is easier to face than him.
But Dick still doesn't move.
“I’m not—” Jason starts, waving a hand angrily at himself as he whirls around, facing Dick again. “—your brother. I’m not Tim, I’m not Cass.”
The words come out like claws. Like he’s ripping them out of his own chest one by one so Dick can see the mess underneath.
“I don't— I don't exist in that family,” Jason says, voice shaking slightly. “No one’s thinking about me. They’re thinking about the dead Robin. The dead son. That’s who they miss. Who they prefer.”
He laughs, sharp and empty.
“Not me. Not some fucked up version of the one they missed. I’m not… I’m not anyone to them. To you.”
Jason doesn't believe in second chances.
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30 Dec 2025
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from the ashes by Alta (Elizabeth_Orion)
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)
29 Mar 2025
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The black folder, hidden deep within the safe, catches Shoto’s attention by accident. An ordinary file on a villain… or not quite? Touya Todoroki died fifteen years ago — or so everyone says. But the deeper Shoto digs into the gathered materials, the more doubts arise. If his brother is dead, then why does everything in this case point to the opposite?
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25 Dec 2025
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Wanderer's (Post Irminsul-Erasing, Pre-Nahida-Gives-Memory-Back) Life. by Personyes
Fandoms: 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game)
25 Apr 2024
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Predictably, one cannot erase oneself from the world entirely. It is impossible to do so. But you can change the one responsible for your past deeds and erase all memories of you from everyone in the world. Including yourself.
And if it just so happens that the 'you' who has no memory wishes to know the 'you' who knows, the 'you' who has a home, a life, a world that is locked from the 'you' of now?
Well then the Wanderer will go, chasing the faint trails of familiarity.
(In this fic, Wanderer appears right after his Irminsul erasing, but the time in between that and when he meets the traveler is much longer. Also, he wants to find his missing memories.)
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25 Dec 2025
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Perhaps we are just a pair of wandering hearts, lost and grieving, who went down separate ways.
Now that our paths have crossed once more,
Maybe…maybe this time, together, we can find our way to a place we can call home.Wherein a mother finds his prodigal son, unfolds his story, and takes him back home.
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22 Dec 2025