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Sometime during their unstoppable descent into the realm of the damned, it became apparent to V1 that they are merely a chess piece, moving at the hands of an unseen player; one that is swiftly closing in on the other for a resounding checkmate. At the very end of Hell, Gabriel loses his final match with the machine that unwittingly broke the shackles he had noticed far too late.
Rather than putting an end to his existence, V1 instead takes the opportunity to shatter the board and stop the game.
In the aftermath, both machine and archangel are left standing in the settling dust of the collapsed echelons of creative order. But a scorched earth isn't always the end. Something will eventually grow from the ashes of utter destruction, if given the chance.
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- Part 1 of We Lose Time
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09 Mar 2026
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It’d been the last time they were all together, a moment of peace before their guests arrived at the manor. Aline, at her piano. Clea, at her harp. Verso played the guitar with the same heartbreaking earnestness he brought to every instrument. Renoir took up his accordion.
Their son held the violin out to his sister, winking. “Your choice. I wrote a vocal accompaniment if you’d prefer that.”
Her voice carried through the hall beautifully, a perfect complement to the instrumental composition. When the song ended, Aline nearly begged them to begin again. They could live in this moment a little longer. They could stay here.
But songs ended.
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05 Mar 2026
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in this shattered reality, we were whole again by Anonymous for Acemoths
Fandoms: Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion
04 Feb 2026
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Octavia has a vision – a play right here on the Shivering Isles about her adventures during Oblivion Crisis. A pity no one shares it; not Haskill, who always finds a reason to nag her about her duties, not her subjects, who never stand still for too long, or remember any of their lines. And certainly not her Daedric siblings, who never find the time to help her with it.
Then, one day, a priest of Akatosh prays at her shrine and Octavia steps into the mortal realm to greet him.
But a prison cell is what she finds instead, over and over again.
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06 Feb 2026
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Emily was doing fine – resting, recovering, hanging out with Abel and Peter, bringing joy to sinners.
She even managed to convince Sera to let her stay in the Hotel while she was getting used to her recent attachment. Her shiny, new, artificial wing, which in no way reminded her of her near-death experience.
Really, everything was perfect.
If only a certain Radio Demon could decide whether or not he wanted to spend time with her.
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25 Jan 2026
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She showed up at Kris’s door with her hood up and her tail twitching, smelling like smoke that wasn’t hers. She had one of her mother’s old flannels tied around her waist, the sleeves long and dragging. Kris didn’t ask. Just stepped aside.
Toriel, from the kitchen, poked her head out and said only: “Shoes off, dear. I just mopped.”
Like Susie belonged there.
Like she wasn’t a guest anymore.
Kris gave her the couch and curled up on Chariel. Susie protested, at first—“It’s your damn house, dude,” she said, “I can sleep on the floor, I’ve done it before”—but Kris was already half-buried in blankets and completely silent, which meant the conversation was over.
At some point, when the house had gone completely quiet and the shadows settled, Susie whispered:
“Hey.”
Kris shifted their head to look at her.
The moonlight caught her hair, the jagged edge of her teeth. Her eyes were clearer than they ever were at school. No posturing. No sneer. Just Susie. Bare and real in a borrowed T-shirt, her knees pulled up, her voice a rasp.
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i have extremely specific thoughts on krusie
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27 Oct 2025