phirrational
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i was raised out in the cold by phirrational
Fandoms: Animator vs. Animation (Short Films - Becker)
02 Jan 2026
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I read somewhere, Yellow tells him later, that grief is—it's just love, with nowhere to go, and Red bites his tongue hard enough that he'll taste the scar for a week.
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- Part 3 of stick season
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we were kids, but that don't make this any less hard.
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a collection of 100-word vignettes from stick season.
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- Part 4 of stick season
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from there on you might just grow by phirrational
Fandoms: Animator vs. Animation (Short Films - Becker)
27 Dec 2025
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Purple wants Gold's dad back too. He really does. Gold's dad being back would mean that Gold would stop killing herself and she would eat and sleep without him reminding her too and Gold's dad would smile at them in that tired-but-kind way he always did and ruffle their hair and say he's proud of them, real proud of them, for building the staff and making the plan and trying so hard to save him. Then they could go back home, all three of them, like a family.
(It's really, really not fair.)
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in which gold is the grieving worldkiller, and purple is her brother, and neither of them know how to be a family anymore.
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in the garden of eden by phirrational for APoemOfArson
Fandoms: Animator vs. Animation (Short Films - Becker)
26 Dec 2025
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in the beginning, there is color (red) (blue) (yellow) (green).
and the world looks upon its (children) and finds them
(perfect)
Let There Be—
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in which four children grow up in a deathless paradise, and the consequences of disobedience.
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i’ve been exactly where you are by phirrational
Fandoms: Animator vs. Animation (Short Films - Becker)
10 Oct 2025
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"You know," says Green, idly tossing the apple into the air, "I never thought we'd actually make it."
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- Part 2 of stick season
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and i love vermont, but it's the season of the sticks
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a meandering modern au on love, grief, and the mundane horrors of being a child
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roots have replaced the veins in their arms, creeping down their limbs and sprouting through the skin to grow back into the dirt again. their eyes are open, unseeing, eyes missing despite the rest of them being near-perfectly preserved. you think they look beautiful, in their cracked open grave, moonlight catching on the snow drifting slowly into their uncovered eye sockets like ashes.
your vision is blurry. you look down at your palms — a dark, wine red — think oh, then unceremoniously pass out next to the corpse.
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whatever remains after those other things are gone by grainjew, Origamidragons
Fandom Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood & Manga
16 Jun 2026
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Compiled studies of Alphonse Elric, alchemic prodigy, scholar, younger brother, last heir to a lost civilization, and four-years disembodied soul.
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“Dying,” Tommy says softly. “Does dying hurt, Wilbur?”
Wilbur opens his eyes, and he looks at Tommy, lanky and awkward in the moonlight, all elbows and knees and fidgeting fingers, too-big cardigan Sneeg gifted him, band-aid across his nose from getting whacked in the face by a tree-branch, and he knows the pain of what it is to die more intimately than he knows anything else in the world.
(or, the world is ending soon. they always knew it would go like this.)
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Double Take by The_Gray_Son
Fandoms: Nightwing (Comics), Titans (Comics), Teen Titans - All Media Types
18 Jul 2023
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“What?” he asked, voice laden with suspicion.
He barely got the question out before Wally was beside him, bent at the waist and pointing almost accusingly at Dick’s ass.
“Was that always hiding under your cape or did you just increase your squat regimen by like, I dunno, a thousand?”
Dick’s mouth fell open.
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Or: an AU where Wally, Roy, Donna, and Garth did not get the pleasure of seeing Nightwing's outfit sooner. The Fab Five have a reunion and get to see it firsthand. Dick should have kept his cape if he didn't want his friends teasing him. (It's all loving and he's having a blast.) -
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“I’m looking for something,” Lizzie told Joel. “Something important. I have to get back to it before anything bad happens.”
“But you don’t know what it is? Like, what shape it is? What color?”
Lizzie shook her head. The image in her mind was like a dream, shimmering and transparent, thin as gauze. She had to hold it in the corner of her mind in a bubble, and if she thought about it too hard, the bubble popped. Then she had to wait until she had some idea of what she was searching for again, and the last time had taken hours.
The thing she needed was sick or needed protecting— round or squirmy— gasping for oxygen his malformed gills struggled to filter or no, that wasn’t it, it was small and smooth and hidden in the weeds where they decayed, smeared with silt and barnacles and painted ever-so-carefully to look like a harmless, inedible rock.
It was hard to focus on. She knew it as a tightness under her breastbone, a stinging in her eyes. As anxiety that clouded her mind and urged her back, back, we have to hurry. It had been too long. She had been gone too long.
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- Part 2 of mcyt fic my beloved