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Omniscient Dreamer Viewpoint by Yoan_Amara_Khali
Fandom 나 혼자만 레벨업 - 추공 | Solo Leveling | Only I Level Up - Chu-Gong, 나 혼자만 레벨업 | Solo Leveling (Webcomic), 전지적 독자 시점 - 싱숑 | Omniscient Reader - Sing-Shong, 전지적 독자 시점 | Omniscient Reader (Webcomic)
11 Nov 2025
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to be honest i really want to run away but i dont want my mom to be disappointed in me by anxee
Fandoms: Twisted-Wonderland (Video Game)
11 Sep 2024
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Dying at the young age of sixteen was not in his bucket list and neither was reincarnating.
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Making This House a Home by Hyliian
Fandoms: Twisted-Wonderland (Video Game), Pocket Monsters | Pokemon - All Media Types
01 Apr 2023
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I awoke to the dark. This was not necessarily a new phenomenon for me, but I’d sort of expected the journey getting here to have been less fucking weird.
As I idly catalogued my location as best I could in near-total darkness (standing upright, in a box, with a door that didn’t move at a light push), I tried to remember the fragments of the trippy dream sequence I’d just been subjected to. There had been… a mirror? A floating, glowing, flaming mirror with a pale-skinned hand reaching out of it? And I’d been compelled to take that hand (to never let it go), and it had drawn me gently into the mirror alongside the sound of hooves on pavement and the creaking of wood.
…had the mirror called me a beautiful flower of evil?
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you left me bleeding in the garden of eden by voxofthevoid for tenderblender
Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime & Manga)
24 Jul 2025
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“Special grades are supposed to be special—that’s why they’re classified like that,” Yuuji tells him, the blandness of his voice at odds with the way he’s staring at Satoru like he can bore through Infinity and human flesh. “My teacher, the man whose face you’re wearing—he’s the one who told me that. But you’re not special. You’re crawling everywhere like cockroaches, killing and eating and hurting. It’s never going to end, is it? This cycle of curses. It will never end.”
Something…is very wrong here.
“Yuuji-kun,” Satoru says as delicately as he can manage, “I think you’re a little confused.”
Yuuji calmly raises his right hand and scores his fingers down his entire left arm. His nails tear into flesh. Blood streams down the gaping gouges—and then away from the skin, rising high into the air to form a cutting arc.
“That’s Blood Manipulation,” Satoru states, eyeing how the gouges on Yuuji’s arm close. “And reverse cursed technique. Are you aware that you’re supposed to be a hapless non-sorcerer, by the way?”
The fifteen-year-old boy whom Satoru ties to a chair in the isolation chamber isn’t the furious calamity who wakes up.
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The Death Painting finally stirs, its cursed energy rippling and its brows furrowing.
“We have company,” Satoru says mildly. “I did say you missed one.”
Yuuji peers hazily up at him. His expression holds neither confusion nor comprehension, only soul-deep exhaustion. Despite that, he turns his head toward the Death Painting.
“That’s my brother,” Yuuji mumbles.
Satoru blinks very slowly, a gesture that’s wasted on the boy still staring at the Death Painting with those tired, tired eyes. “Yuuji, that’s a curse.”
“Half,” Yuuji says. “Or…a third? A third. Two-thirds human.”
“You’re an only child.”
Yuuji makes a noncommittal noise. “Thought so too. Didn’t believe him at first. But I dream, sometimes.”
Satoru takes Yuuji’s face between both of his hands and turns it toward him. Yuuji comes easily, blinking up at Satoru with those big, brown eyes.
“Yuuji,” Satoru says slowly and clearly, “you’re not making any sense.”
A time loop locks Yuuji into the day of the Shibuya Incident. Satoru bears witness to the aftermath.