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Tribulation Lighting by damndan
Fandoms: Pokemon Legends: Arceus (Video Game), Homestuck
28 Dec 2022
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Perhaps, you think, think clearly and think dumbly and think in nirvana, think as yourself, alone and no one, it already has killed you. You are dead, and if you are alive, you are not whatever you were before.
It splits alongside your jaw, a burst of stardust and solar power that makes your sharp teeth crackle with energy, embalming your tongue with the taste of ozone. In your hands the weight of a sledgehammer creates calluses without you even having touched the tool once in your life, and your nails become the sturdy, sharp things more akin to bones than alpha keratin.
In one moment, you were nothing. And then, abruptly, you are too much.
(Or: in which an alien e-boy, an electric-type pokemon trainer and an anxious wreck of a man fall into the distortion. A single person walks out, directly into Hisui.)
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In the near dawn of a new year, Dirk Strider's older brother died in what everyone seems to agree is an open and shut case of long coming tragedy: the first direct causality of one of the sudden monster attacks that have been happening for almost three years, barely held at bay by an unreachable group of magicians.
Dirk, disrespectfully, disagrees.
Uprooted by grief and by a sudden move to Washington, his suspicions about his brother's death become unexpectedly more relevant when Jake English disappears, and leaves behind a trashed bedroom and cryptic notes. As deaths in the city start to pick up in pace, Dirk finds himself thrust in a world he should know and yet doesn't, having to fill his brother's shoes, and chasing down clues that lead him straight to a frighteningly modern ancient conspiracy. Haunted by ghosts, and dreams of memories he never had, the only thing Dirk know is this:
Something wicked this way comes.
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or: In which Dirk Strider, fraternal version of Inigo Montoya if Inigo Montoya was also at least a few haunted teen detectives, deals with the epic highs and lows of high school murders, supernatural bullshittery, and the probable end of the world.Series
- Part 1 of Something Wicked
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John doesn't even realize, really, when the few holes get lighter, consequence of sharp fingers and desperate movement. He does, however, realize it when he falls , the soft but sturdy walls of what held him ripping, leaving him to collapse, to his chin and chest to slam on a cold, grey floor with a metallic thud .
He breathes. The slime sits heavily in his lungs. He coughs, and the impeccably cleaned floor isn't as impeccably cleaned as before, stained with pale goo and blood that seems ever so slightly off-shade. (Should it be fuchsia? Shouldn't it be fuchsia? He doesn't know, and his head is being split open with disorientation and pain, and none of the other colors even look right -)
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Or, in which five teenagers are the only ones to remember a world-ending game, and wake up as an alien species. Considering that, it all goes surprisingly well.
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"Hey, gramps!" Wilbur waves at him as he approaches, faking being chipper than he actually is, and he sees the teens – too young to be modded legally, too much fake rebels to have them in any other way – looking at him. His throat gleams under LED lights, shining blatantly, and he sees the thread of panic starting to sweep into the teens. He can almost guess what they're thinking, right now: Is he a criminal? Is he security? Does his mechnet go to his arms? and he knows it's impossible for them to determine, with his thick jacket on the way "How's business going?"
The vendor barely pauses "Fine enough, son." He says like he knows Wilbur, like Wilbur is some sort of regular. He says it in an accent that makes his replaced chest ache.
(or, in which Wilbur is a depressed cyborg living under a fake identity, and Tommy is... Well, Tommy.)
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For the first time in a long while, Ren is reminded of the difference between a wolf and a dog as he stares at Joel. Joel, who grins viciously, who bares his teeth, so much sharper than Ren's, Joel, who is tall and hulking when not hunched, who is circled by a pack of feral wolves, all looking like they just scented blood.
Joel, who, grey skinned, dark haired, and with red eyes wild with violence and fury, looks just like them. And for a second, Ren thinks he'll lose his recently gifted life, not by weapons, but by Joel's fangs.
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Or in which Joel and Scar, fresh red-lifers, decide to take back Joel's gambled life. Ren doesn't enjoy it, and neither does Lizzie.
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