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Last Area by Timpeni, tzitzimeme
Fandoms: Shin Megami Tensei, Shin Megami Tensei II, Shin Megami Tensei: Nocturne, Shin Megami Tensei: Strange Journey, 真女神転生IV | Shin Megami Tensei IV
30 Nov 2013
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It's where the unwanted go.
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It's the first day of the rest of her life with the King of Heroes. Fate/Extra CCC, post-Gilgamesh end, spoilers for the entire game.
Bookmarked by feliciate
29 May 2023
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She points at the flask. “That’s another thing. How do you still have access to the Gate of Babylon? We’re not connected to Earth anymore; doesn’t that mean you’ve lost your powers? Here, you’re not a legendary hero.”
His perfect lips twist in a sneer and he sets her cup down with a thump. “Do not be ridiculous. Does a king cease to be a king if he sets foot outside his borders? The Gate, my Golden Rule—all are one with me. Mongrel, the Throne of Heroes transcends time and space. I transcend time and space. My little trips affect nothing.” His crimson eyes glitter with hauteur. “More importantly, you are here, and know my glory for yourself. That is enough. And besides, there is an air here, something familiar yet not…haha.”
Reads like something out of CCC, amazing writing
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Nobunaga is everything Okita is never supposed to love.
(Mostly Nobunaga-centric, until around the end.)
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Rarest and Most Radiant by violetarcher
Fandoms: Fate/stay night & Related Fandoms, Fate/EXTRA
26 Dec 2014
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Only the best will do for the king's mongrel. Written for Gilhakuno for the Fate Secret Servant exchange on tumblr.
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i want to be someone like you (you're my idol, so i'll carve you a statue from my soul) by lilliesandme
Fandoms: Pocket Monsters: Scarlet & Violet | Pokemon Scarlet & Violet Versions, Pocket Monsters | Pokemon (Main Video Game Series)
03 Jan 2024
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This frantic skipping in his chest—as they walked together under a sky blanketed with stars, amid glowing streets and trees bathed in golden light—he wondered, if it was normal, that he already treasured this first friend, this first true friend that he’d ever made, the way he did now. That, when he told her it was customary to make a wish at festivals like these, and she’d said she wanted to hangout as much as possible for the rest of their trip, that he’d been engulfed in a feeling so warm he was sure he’d melt right into the pavement.
Happiness alighting at his fingertips. Her warmth pressed into him from his side. Juliana crowding his every senses. Maybe it would be easy, to take her hand, and squeeze it tight.
Maybe it would be the right thing to do.
Maybe it, his heart whispers, was what he wanted to do the most.
Or: the affections of youth were tempestuous, and Kieran had been unable to prepare for the storm.
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13 Jan 2024
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The symbolism and parallels are amazing
One always catches his eye more than most. One that ends in an interview that lasts for about as long as it starts. The Kanto region was home to plenty Champions; dominant figures touting Pokémon specific to the area. Charizard with flames burning bright, Blastoise with canons strong enough to tear down buildings, Venusaur with vines sharp enough to cut metal. One such Champion had used all three of these Pokémon well in his final match after defeating the Elite Four for the first time, taking the crown away from the previous victor only minutes after they’d become a Champion themselves.
The video of the battle was old, the quality faded, but even then Kieran could see that his eyes had been so vacant when the reporters had ran up to his thin figure in the aftermath. Barely a nod in response to the questions, no words daring to dart past his lips pressed tightly together, eyes constantly looking back to the one he’d defeated; an unreadable expression etched onto his face.
Rumours had always surrounded this Champion in particular; when it came to what happened to him afterwards. That of bracing wintry weather for years in isolation, of residing in mountain caves untouched by humans and Pokémon alike, of separating himself from the world below entirely. In these stories he became a folktale, a ghost, a god.
All to train alone away from the company of others. All to grow stronger, to become better. Or so they said. He’d never gone on record to clarify his reasons, if he had any. If any of these rumours that spiralled from his absence had been true in the first place.
Kieran doesn’t think it’s such a bad idea himself. To severe his ties to the world entirely, and lose himself in the blizzards of the heavens above.