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The camp was silent.
No one spoke. Nothing moved. Not even the birds called from the trees.Shadowheart stood half-donned in her armour, dragged from her tent by shouts of alarm. Her mace hung loose in her grip. She stood at the edge—at the edge of a puddle of blood so thick it still hadn’t dried in the morning sun. It crept across the sand in sluggish veins, seeping into the lake until the water ran red.
She numbly watched a lute string drift there, its pale surface dulled and sticky with gore. The bard’s body lay crumpled beside Isha’s discarded hunting knife—the one thing she had carried from before the Nautiloid—its blade slick with blood. Her eyes were still wide in the scream that marked her end.
Her stomach had been torn open, stabbed until it was nothing but blood, bone, and pulp.Shadowheart supposed it had been inevitable. Isha had tried to warn them. All of them. Time and time again.
And only now, when it was far, far too late, did Shadowheart understand.
They hadn’t failed to hear her.
They had simply never listened.Series
- Part 3 of Moonlight Burning the Flower
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28 Feb 2026
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Ten years after the collapse of the old world, The United Dominion holds the planet in a vice grip of steel and surveillance. From the fortress city of Neo-Vienna, a military hegemony enforces a brutal peace using fleets of drone swarms and legions of bio-engineered super-soldiers known as Über Soldaten. Now, massive robotic Maschinenkorps patrol the ruins of London, Über Soldaten hunt dissidents in the catacombs of Paris, and vulture drones turn the sky into a ceiling of surveillance. National identities have been erased, borders have been dissolved, and dissent is met with immediate extinction.
But in the lawless Red Zones, the remnants of the old armies still breathe. From the flooded catacombs of Paris to the scorched deserts of Australia, elite operators are handpicked by a mysterious intelligence known only as Overlord. They are the Chrysos Heirs—a squad of ghosts with nothing left to lose. Their objective is a suicide mission: infiltrate the heart of the Dominion and dismantle the regime from the inside.
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10 Feb 2026
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Emerging victorious from a battle makes you stronger. Fights can bring out the best out of your strength and cunning. Your ambition ignites, whether it is simply to survive or beyond. If you never fight, you will never be able to seize your chance at redemption. In fact, you will never be able to achieve anything. So fight to be noticed by the Divine and earn your way out. - Murata, God of War
The Sacrificial Troops roam Natlan, trying to earn redemption through endless battles. Another sinner, devoid of memories, is thrusted into one of the squads. Like all of them, she fights to survive, the world out to kill them. She hates the Gods but needs to be noticed by them to earn her way out.
(Another La Signora!Lives AU with amnesia, angst, sadness and lesbians)
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01 Jul 2025
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Everyone wants Yumeko Jabami. That's clear to anyone who meets her. She's definitely out of her mind and a gambling addict, yet she's utterly charming. But no matter who she meets, none seem to compare to the one who got away:
Kira Timurov.
She's decided to move continents to finally chase down the girl she's been enthralled with since her childhood. After all, she's still bitter that their families almost arranged a marriage for them but never went through with it.
She intends to right that wrong. Her journey starts in the heart of Saint Dominic's Prep: the Kakegurui club.
TLDR: the obligatory childhood frenemies, university au.
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03 Jun 2025
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Isolde lies next to Klara, but why does it feel like reaching out to someone that's not there?