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A voice kept finding its way into his head, telling him: Do something. Do Something. DO SOMETHING.
The wind picked up, blowing the pages of his sketchbook array. Till let the papers scatter and flip, as if the wind itself had something it needed to find. Until the air abruptly stilled, brushing over one last page before settling, where it landed on a drawing of Mizi–the last image of her engrained behind his eyelids. The footage they replayed every year on the anniversary of the tragedy. Mizi faced away from the camera, back turned towards the auditorium engulfed in the flames she caused; her emotions–hatred, sadness… love–set ablaze.
Till had to do something, for the sake of his family.
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- Part 2 of What’s Born Of The Ashes
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The Fatui had always been cunning to get their way. Every action taken had always been justified for the sake of "the greater good". It wasn't foreign of them to tinker with Inazuma's political climate and use the only group of people openly going against the Shogun if it meant to obtain the Electro gnosis.
Success was the last act to conclude the plan; and with the Electro gnosis attained, the Balladeer had no reason to stay longer in Inazuma. Although as he was making his way to leave, not so far away from the scene of distraction the Fatui had orchestrated to achieve their goal smoothly, the Harbinger had the chance to see everything unfold.
This included a very intriguing mortal recklessly dashing towards the Shogun after seeing the infamous Musou no Hitotachi was about to be cast upon, taking it on without a tinge of hesitation; and foremost, making the Electro Archon - the Almighty Shogun, the Great Narukami of whom could slash the time and space - stumble.
Unable to hide his astonishment, the Balladeer watched the soldiers capture and take away the human after immediately. His lips curling up, he left the scene with a brand new plan in his head, and for that, his departure could wait.
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if you know so much, why don't you give me love? by giyuliketomioka (dwaekki)
Fandoms: 鬼滅の刃 | Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba (Anime), 鬼滅の刃 | Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba (Manga)
28 Dec 2025
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Sanemi and Giyuu were a lot of things. They were colleagues, their respective titles the most interwoven of any other duo within the magazine — maybe second to Tengen and Kyoujurou. They were friends against all odds, overcoming a one-year period of misunderstandings that paved a road to hatred. They were partners in business and in life.
But they weren’t soulmates. And therein lies the problem.
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07 Nov 2025
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Chapter: 16
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His eyes travelled around the familiar features–just older, but the same; thick eyebrows, long eyelashes, and that tooth, peeking over his lip even though his mouth was closed. Till’s chest heaved, and he pulled off his gloves so that his shaking hands could cradle the face, thumbing underneath tired eyes.
This had to be a dream, and he was going to wake up soon–any second now. But time only stretched on, and he was still there in that downpour, hovered over his unconscious body.
“Ivan?” Till squeaked out–a name he hadn’t said aloud in nine years. To anyone else he was always that guy, that brat, that… feeling I didn’t understand until you were gone.
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Or: While scavenging in the wreckage of a plane crash, Till clashes with a Guard, and comes face to face with Ivan. The real Ivan; the man he thought died in an act of sacrifice, and proceeded to haunt him for years afterwards.
This story is now available in Russian, translated by Tsukimi_77
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- Part 1 of What’s Born Of The Ashes
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Logical Sentiment by merulae (nephelax)
Fandoms: 崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)
28 Jan 2025
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The gambler reeks of alcohol; it won't serve any purpose to cater to the whims of someone who is so evidently impaired.
Kakavasha opens his mouth.
“…I wish to meet ▇▇▇.”
And then—
Glass seems to break, crack, shatter all across. It shows on Lapis’ face—something abrupt and vaguely familiar.
The hand on Kakavasha’s cheek slackens, lowers, falls. It falls, but it doesn’t tumble fully out of reach—the doctor’s fingers, instinctively tightening around Lapis’ wrist.
“…I see.”
Lapis looks at him—in hurt, in regret, in self-loathing, in too many things Kakavasha sees in his own reflection.
“…My apologies,” a breath; something tender, “I don’t know where he is either.”
…Oh.
“Oh,” Kakavasha says.
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Or, scripts are swapped and roles are reversed. It changes nothing and everything.
(Based off of the lovely artworks created by havanillas!)
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- Part 1 of no more what-ifs