ghost404
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A poetic look at the life games and two souls trapped within them
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Requires a better title
Welp
If u know me from quotev you might remember journey into the abyss, and that’s basically this now as quotev killed the social features (hence why so many folks left it, myself included)
In fact, I might add in some of the works from there but edit them to be better
Rating is for possible future violence and also somewhat heavy subject matter
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Originally written for a community I’m in on tumblr! Hopefully y’all like it too :3
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Left alone during Amity Park's Pride festival, Danny decides to go as Phantom.
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13 Jun 2025
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I know what this is by Toaster_Seagull
Fandoms: プロジェクトセカイ カラフルステージ！| Project SEKAI COLORFUL STAGE! (Video Game)
11 May 2025
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I know what this is.
Looking back on it, the hints were simple. They were there. They simply didn’t register on the youngness of her mind. It had not been that long ago that she had been born. Since she had been born, she had always had the same people around her- the same individuals that she sought for survival. Kanade needed said people to survive, and though she couldn’t put her words on it, she put her everyday obsessions into it.
When they were gone, it was as if free-fall had come to claim her. With no grip on reality, no anchor to hold onto, with no confidence to set her feet upon, it was the uneasiness of having no guide in her life, no idea of what she wanted to do. It was for no one to tell her, ‘go on.'
Just that, back then…
She knew where she'd land.
She knew that she'd have her mother to land. And, if not for that, her father to land. Kanade, at least back then, knew her anchors. She knew, too, that she could land on them. The concept of landing on them was foreign. Though they were her parents-
They weren't even around anymore.
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13 May 2025
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The room is too bright.
It’s quaint, in a nauseating sort of way. Polished floors glint from the gleaming honeycomb chandeliers overhead, make him squint. A few vases sprinkled here and there, filling the room with a sickeningly sweet scent – even a waffle-cone headrest framing the silken sheets of a neatly-tucked bed. Outside, the golden sun gleams, the gentle rays of light spilling past curtains that waver in the afternoon breeze.
It's meant to be beautiful. Luxurious. Welcoming.
With one sweep of his cane, Shadow Milk tears it apart.
[[ Completed ]]
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07 May 2025
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this is probably one of the best fics i have ever read
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Prompt: Rewrite an episode while using only written, digital, or physical media (texts, chatrooms, newspaper articles, voicemails, breaking news bulletins, employee emails, etc) to convey what's happening. Bonus: stick to outsider POV and use things penned by Danny, Sam, and Tucker as little (or as cryptically) as possible.
I decided to rewrite the Boxed up Fury
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10 Apr 2025
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the fog is rising by sashawire
Fandoms: Mahou Shoujo Madoka Magika | Puella Magi Madoka Magica
13 Mar 2020
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The two of them are quiet for a moment as the music swells and distant laughter echoes. Madoka stares dolefully at the happy dancers.
“It’s disgusting, isn’t it?” Homura tilts her head back, eyes on the stars, dotted between strung lanterns. “To celebrate a time like this, sending their youth out to fight each other. Celebrating human lust for power, their greed, their—are you crying?”
Madoka shifts one gloved hand upwards to wipe at her eye. “Of course I am,” she whispers. “I’m sad.”
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Homura is Life. Madoka is Death. They’re figuring themselves out.