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rinse, repeat by aerois for AstronautBeans
Fandoms: Naked and Afraid SMP | No Armor Hardcore SMP
14 Feb 2026
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Herein lies his issue.
It’s a basic principle, really. Displacement versus distance. Rek knows following SB’s bridges to the city isn’t the fastest way, isn’t the most efficient, the winding path adding seconds in ways he can’t afford. In the absence of the compass stitched into the edges of his vision, though, without the coordinates to draw him a vector direct across the void to his target, a straight shot is a gamble Rek doesn’t know if he can take. His blunder all that time ago in the woods echoes back in his head, his voice so certain and so wrong, pointing their group in the exact opposite direction of their base, and he twitches, shakes the idea out from his brain. Rek can’t afford wrong.
Rek’s been given time. He just doesn’t know if that’s enough.
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words of paper tigers by aerois, watercolorwoods
Fandoms: 3rd Life | Last Life SMP Series
03 Nov 2024
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Really, it's incredibly obnoxious, the way these two fit so well in the aching gaps between his ribs where loss has dug its claws in. They ought to be planning out their next runs, trying to figure out any possible way to get a hold of some new drop-related information. It's the apocalypse, and the list of things to do is arduous, infinite.
But there's organizing and sewing to do, too. So he lets the ever-present song of grief that haunts him fade into the jaunty, obscure pop-rock song that Cleo is certainly butchering. He stabs himself with his needle and bites out a few bouts of unpleasant words that make Etho’s eyes light up while he bubbles with laughter.
Yeah, maybe this is alright. Grian can worry about the rest of it tomorrow. It's the apocalypse, and all they have is time.
Grian, Cleo, and Etho are family; even if it's unusual, even if it's the zombie apocalypse. They wear their routines and quirks on their sleeves, keep their secrets and pasts buried six feet deep. But some ghosts are too vicious to outrun, and some secrets are far too fickle to keep.
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ec·type ˈekˌtīp1: copy from an original : an imitation or reproduction (such as an impression of a seal)
2: something in the world of external reality as distinguished from its eternal and ideal archetype or prototype
3: This time, it's Martyn at Renchanting when Grian swings by.
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24 Aug 2023
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For the festival, Ms Takahashi wants them all to write a little introduction to themselves and their family, using a few of the kanji they’d been learning, and even draw a picture to go along with it. Ms Takahashi says they’ll put the finished drawings and writings all over the school on the day of the festival, so people walking around can stop to read them and learn a bit about all the different sorts of families in Inaba.
She draws a picture of herself, with her big bro and Dad, and she doesn’t know how to explain that her big bro is actually her cousin, but really her big bro, so she just leaves his label at ‘brother’. She doesn’t know how to explain about Mom either, so she just draws her with big angel wings and a halo, floating off the ground.
She wonders if she should put Teddie and Chie and Yosuke and the others on it too, but she’s not sure what names there are for those kinds of family members.
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In which Nanako's school hosts the arts festival unusually early, Nanako auditions for the school play, and things turn out slightly different than they usually would. -
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Based on past experience, Alice knows a bit of syrup wouldn’t be enough to cause her gift to fizzle out and die, but now she’s more than well aware a faucet-ful of water to wash away the stickiness will do just that.
It was an expensive electrification. Her father is telling her to be very nice to Burke.
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29 Jul 2025
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The honey farm is so noisy. The constant ticking of the dispenser drives him up the wall, and it’s right in the middle of the walkway. If it was just in the back of the room, the wood and stone could at least have a fighting chance of dulling the sound into something bearable, but no, no. It has to be right here, in his face, in the way, every time he walks back to the turtle farm. Could turn it off, he reckons, but then what’s even the point of having it in the first place? Might as well just get rid of it at that rate, and that wouldn’t make Rek very happy, now would it?
Living with Rekrap2 might just be the most difficult thing SB has ever attempted. It's definitely worth it, though.
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15 Dec 2025
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Jason Todd awoke one morning from troubled dreams and found himself transformed into a monstrous—
No. God, he wished.
Metamorphosis, he could have handled. An easy fix. Hell, magic insect transformation was practically an everyday occurrence, in Gotham.
Just… not in this Gotham.
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Jason Todd awakes one morning in a Gotham that “doesn’t like chaos”, and finds his feet.
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“Yeah, well.” That was… probably true, but Jason’s patriotism was piqued. The Alley was his, now more than ever. He took a breath, kept it shallow, kept his voice light. “I guess that, uh, Crime Alley’s not a place in town?”
“Not that I’ve heard of, no.”
“Huh.” He prodded Park Row on the map with his finger. “What’s this one?”
She looked pained, her blue eyes tight. “It’s Park Row. Look, it says.”
“Oh.”
And she took pity. “It’s definitely—well. I can’t say it’s crime-free, but if you’re thinking street crime, that’s not where you’d find it.”
His shoulders tightened. “I’m not looking for—”
“No,” Barbara said. “No, of course you’re not.” She pushed out her cheek with her tongue. “Look,” she said, looking around quickly, “can I give you some advice?” There was no one in hearing distance.
Jason shrugged.
“Okay,” she said. “You’re new in town?”
He shrugged again, one shoulder this time. “Yeah?”
“Well. Gotham’s not like other places. Gotham is—Gotham doesn’t have heroes.”
He frowned at her. “Yeah. Got that.”
“Do you?”