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desperate measures (the 2021-2022 season) by LiarsandThieves22
Fandom Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
18 Feb 2026
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These Chains Around Your Neck by VerenaKauer
Fandoms: Clair Obscur: Expedition 33 (Video Game)
31 Jan 2026
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“I want to die.”
That gets his attention — Gustave’s eyes fly wide open, and he takes a step back. Like Verso is a lunatic who is better to be avoided. “I beg your pardon?”
“I want to die,” Verso repeats. “And I can’t do it on my own. You’re one of the smartest men in Lumière, you’re good with chroma. I need your help.”
Or: Verso is trying to find a way out. Gustave helps.
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11 Jan 2026
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It is 1915 – nine years since Verso’s death, nine years since the destruction of his Canvas, and the beginning of a war that threatens to shatter life as Alicia has known it.
With Clea missing in the north of France and abominable experiments being run on the Artists of Europe, Alicia must find a way to protect what is left of her family.
Even if that means calling on some old friends.
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“And shouldn’t Maelle have her brother back? After bringing back the rest of the world?”
“How would that make her different from…” Lune pinches her lips shut. Looks up at the ceiling, breathes. “It’s what Verso wanted. And he didn’t, he wasn’t–”
Sciel pushes herself up. “There were good moments. He was happy with us, a part of the expedition. If he could make his choice again–”
“No.” Something sneaks into Lune’s voice there, past the righteous anger. A choke, almost. “He wasn’t.”
“Okay,” Maelle says, tonelessly. She hasn’t moved from her stance, picture perfect. Back to an audience, angled away. Like a pianist. “Not today then.”
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Lumière lives. Verso dies. And every day, Maelle must decide to make it so.
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A delicate and flowering thing—like faith, like hope and trust—that blooms for a time, in warmth and sunlight, in the easy joys of summer.
Yet nothing lasts forever. In time, like faith, it fades. Nothing lasts forever; pushed to its limit, it dies. But nothing lasts forever—and winters end. The grey and cold are not eternal. Even withered stalks, if tended, may yet have strong roots.
In time—like trust, like hope—it blooms again.