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Wear the mask.
Your name is Sumiko. You are an obedient girl; a mould; a paper doll; a trophy child. Your parents look down their noses at you, noses that scrunch up in disgust when you speak your mind.
Find the Door.
It’s a day like any other when you find the Door, and it’s in a place where a Door absolutely should not be. It’s Nonsensical, and you’re drawn to it in an instant. It beckons you closer, daring you to read what’s written, and—
Be Sure.
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Most discover their tamas when they're young (tamas, Noreen had meant, tamas are hereditary and Dino had known that) but maybe Dino can keep the child from learning of his tama at all. It's safer, that way. Perhaps a bit selfish, and he knows Noreen would disapprove, but he does not plan to speak to her for the rest of his life, and he does not plan on letting Key's body become his coffin.
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dino and key throughout the years.
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ordinary and forever by theprimary
Fandoms: 17776: What Football Will Look Like in the Future - Jon Bois
03 May 2026
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there was a point in which you weren't alone. ten, Nine, hubble. heck, even game 27. that's an entertaining watch. never fails, game 27. and then there was the bowl game! nick and manny! you were the commissioner, and it was pretty fucking sweet. the locomotive lateral—remember that? of course you do. you're juice; you couldn't forget anything even if you tried.
you couldn't forget anything even if you tried.
ha.
well, anyway. none of that really matters. you're alone now. so really, all that other stuff never mattered.
you are so fucking terrible at this grieving thing.
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Marco is Visser Two, and of course this means that he lies. All the vissers have secrets, but none so much as Marco; he lies to all of them, every single conversation, and even still they don't suspect a thing. Even Visser One trusts him, to some extent, and no one gets past Visser One.
The truth is that Marco does not want the invasion to be successful. He doesn't want an invasion at all, really. And he lies every day, saying that he does. He lies every day, pretending to be a visser and filling up the role. But the truth is much more than all that. The truth is that Marco, despite what he has the entire Yeerk empire thinking, is not really a visser.
Or a Controller, for that matter.
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They're fencing when she finds them, because of course they are. Mother and daughter; machine and heir. Their movements are swift, precise—perfect, because nothing Kagami Tsurugi does is ever shy of perfect.
She even kept the surname, even kept the mother: Tsurugi, meaning sword, meaning weapon, meaning tool. That's the way Lila sees it, anyhow. Machine and tool. That's what they are to her. That is all they will ever be.
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The Salt of Solidarity was really no more, and Elder Faerie knew this, and the Salt knew this, and neither of them said a thing.
He was Silent Salt Cookie now. Elder Faerie had seen it all; the cuts through earth, through dough, through spirit and through soul. He even looked different now: somehow his suit of armour reflected his corruption, the glinting steel now covered in jam. It looked duller.
He looked duller, really. Somehow. He still had his helmet on, of course, but he looked duller.
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Their final conversation.
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For the third time in the last three minutes, when he opened his eyes, it was 04:35.
For the third time in the last three minutes, when the light came on, it was his uncle and his cousin who were standing in the doorway.
His uncle looked the same. His cousin did not. His cousin locked eyes with him immediately, and Felix saw it just before it was hidden: an anxious look in his cousin’s eyes.
His cousin remembered.
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- Part 1 of the time loop catastrophe of four thirty-five
- Part 3 of LOOP
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“I almost died, I think,” Marco said, looking down at his hands.
“You did,” Jake confirmed.
“I did?” He wasn’t surprised, funnily enough. “How do you know?”
“I was there.”
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Five times Marco died, and the one time he faked it.
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I used to have fantasies about saving my mother, maybe from a desert island she might have miraculously washed up on. Maybe she survived, I’d tell myself. What if she survived? What if I could save her?
I played superhero a lot before she — before the Yeerk in her head faked her death. I guess I thought I was all that. I guess I thought I could rescue her, when in reality, I’d already failed. I wanted to slap myself.
Two years ago, I had thought I’d lost my mother in the sea. Now, I’d lost her in the sky. Two incredibly large expanses, endless, forever.
Why did I keep losing her?
or, after finding out his mother is alive, Marco reflects. He keeps secrets. Then the group calls a meeting about the subject of Visser One, and discuss the possibility of killing her, and Marco needs to keep even more secrets. He can't let them know who they're really talking about here. He can't let anybody know.
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Marco, Cassie, and Ax had moved to a more secluded spot in the woods — far enough from the others, close enough for thought-speak. If there were any coming dangers, they would have to rely on Tobias’s eyes.
“Give it a go,” Cassie urged Ax, who stood there morphed in Jake's body.
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(or: that time in #6 where Cassie and Marco had to teach Ax to pass as Jake.)
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Adam doesn’t know why he kept the shirt.
He knows why he chose it. He has quite the vivid memory; he would collect Hollow Games merchandise and stuff it all in his closet; he wouldn’t wear it that much, but when the opportunity for him to finally play came around, he knew he had to wear it to the tournament. Something about showing off for That Weird — for Gustaf.
But that was then. That was when he idolised the games; when they all did, when they would spend their free time training for the tournament (and in Vanessa’s case, eating burgers with Skeet). That was when he’d dreamt about living here, in The Hollow.
That was before.
Now, The Hollow’s logo is just another reminder of what the stupid game put him through. Why he’s just been reduced to a line of code, living in a fake world, while his real self goes about his daily life, unknowing.
(or: Adam's still got the T-shirt with the Hollow Games logo on it by the end of the series. He still wears it every day, despite hating the games now. Why is that?)
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dying, probably by theprimary for AmorphousBlue
Fandoms: Skyborn Series - Jessica Khoury
14 Jul 2025
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Isalora is sick. Dying, probably.
Icara has a comb. She also has a cough.
Demetrace is left to fix it all.
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- Part 3 of chasing moonmoths
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A figure stepped into frame. It was a teenager. Young. Wide eyes masked by a practised grin. He lifted his chin and looked up at the man like he belonged there.
Peter froze.
“...What?” He leaned forward, mouth dry, mind spinning, any idea of changing the channel and watching that movie (what genre was it again?) well out the window. “What — what — hold on.”
Nora’s hand was gripping the armrest tightly. She’d seen it too. “Peter…”
He was already rising to his feet.
“That’s Marco.”
or: alternate ending to #35. The plan to morph poodle fails, and what makes it onto live television is William Roger Tennant harassing a very human Marco.
And guess who happens to be watching?
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we need an angel (or something that looks like it) by theprimary
Fandoms: Miraculous Ladybug
07 Jul 2025
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“Adrien, your father was a hero.” The words came out of her mouth on autopilot: each syllable a noose that tightened around her throat.
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Take careful note of the Cookie standing in the centre of that crowd: the Fount , people call him. The Fount of Knowledge, as that is all he is here to do. He is here to bring knowledge; if he does anything other than that, if he does anything other than what he is meant to do, then he is a mistake and a failure and all those other horrible words.
He is one of The Five. All of The Five were created for a purpose. None of The Five were meant to live real lives — and heck, they don’t even have names. They are merely objects. Tools.
Don’t think of them as real, sentient beings with real, free wills. They are not.
a look at corruption, kind of.
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“Why haven’t you used it yet?”
Argos shrugged, watching the second hand. “Not sure if I should.”
Chat Noir leaned back on his hands. It was a full moon, and the light shone onto the stopwatch. “But … you could undo everything. Save people. Rewrite it all.”
Quietly, almost to himself, Argos replied, “I know.”
He watched Argos’s eyes. Thought about that — turning back time. It had never worked in the past, but the past was in the past. Maybe he could be in the past, too, fighting with Ladybug and saving his father instead of giving up his miraculous like a coward.
All he needed was to get the watch.
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The possibility ran through him that maybe this was not an akuma — but he’d seen enough of the sort to know that it was. It was just acting a bit differently than the rest.
Then it jumped, looking suddenly startled by something, and flew quickly indoors.
Felix watched it. It was centimetres from his face. And still, it hovered. Still, it hesitated. And then it recoiled, looking frightened.
How it entered his system, he could not say, for it was a blur of purple lightning and suddenly it was there.
He staggered back, bracing for the worst.
“Felix…?”
The voice was broken. He recognised it immediately.
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“The real Marco is here right now, you know. Maybe ask him.”
“What?” Jake asked, then shook his head. “No. You’re not going to get away. What did you do to him?”
“He did it to himself,” the clone replied. “And now, no one can see him, no one can hear him, and of course, he can’t even mor—”
<—ph.> That was the moment that the clone’s bird beak appeared. Marco could only stand and watch the two in mute horror. He was right there, not two feet away, and absolutely helpless.
“What?” Jake asked again, wariness creeping into his voice. “What do you mean?”
<Here, decipher this: I’m him. By all means, I’m more Marco than Marco is right now. I have his powers, I have his looks, and the real Marco is wandering around as a ghost right now — really, he’s right there — and no one can see him or hear him or even touch him. Sounds lonely, don’t you think?>
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He carries the weight of truth like a shackle, every word dragged from his lips without mercy, while the world spins stories with ease — how he longs to do the same.
She lies as easily as breathing, weaving falsehoods into armor, but when faced with the choice between right and wrong, she wonders if the truth would burn less.
Or, Nox tells the truth. Ellie always lies.
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Wingrot spread quickly. It wiped out the feathers, it wiped out the legacies. The longer the Skyborn stayed on the ground, the quicker their magic went away.
And now, the Skyborn are earthbound.
(or: AU where wingrot spread quicker, and by the time our main story begins, everyone has lost their wings and legacies.)