Mentally in ANAKT (not a good thing)

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To The End (Then Reset) Ch. 27, ANAKT_Idea— Epilogue: Sanctity Of The Sightless

https://archiveofourown.org/works/66196858/chapters/206889946

WC: 4,991———Snippet;

No matter the number—no matter the time of night or day—if one thing remained constant among all else in this useless attempt of his, it was the most basic of facts…

Lu Guang was removed from the lives of anyone he ever did and eventually would know…And if everything went to plan, in some cruel twist of fate that makes this reality the only viable option…It’d stay as such forever…

(Link issues for some reason??? Post’ll be updated when I can get it working)

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TTETR: Epilogue—Snippet

Weirdly long wait…I swear something’s happening, but anyways…

Snippet:

 A sunset, colored deep red, orange, and blinding yellow-gold…It was scarily reminiscent of depictions Qiao Ling had seen before of the world’s end. A bloody sky that mirrored the grounds’ carnage. Sirens would blare, people would scream, bodies littered the ground and smoke stained the very air humans breathed.

Except this evening is different…

This sunset would not be seen as terrifying, but likely beautiful. Instead of throats torn by agonizing cries, and grey clouds in place of the usually tranquil ones, there’d be an empty, open atmosphere. 

‘We’re going to go quietly…’ As if the world wasn’t stopping, but just put on pause—to an unreturnable point in time—that would be reached and reset for however long the lonely hero’s guardian angel so allowed it.

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TTETR: Epilogue— Snippet

It’s been awhile, so here’s a quick update from “ch 27”—The Epilogue.

Snippet:

Something’s Coming…an unstoppable notion (time)…an impending ‘idea’ (is)...the worst of humanity’s nightmares (ending)…hidden behind the face of an angel, and the hands of a killer (tonight). …Something’s coming, Qiao Ling thought. Beyond the distant rain—the looming overhead drizzle—beyond even that…It was more a metaphysical dread than an emotion she could name at this point.

The implications of such a demise being spoken aloud was never of any concern–partly because the situation in which she lived now wasn’t supposed to have been possible—let alone occur.

Cheng Xiaoshi shouldn’t be dead…and Lu Guang? He never should have gone back.

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Something’s—

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

CHAPTER TITLE: September 13th, 00:06———WC: 4,360——— Snippet:

Lu Guang side-stepped Officer Xiao, he had no weapons, he had nothing to put between him and the only other person here to watch. Nothing but his spite and terror for what the future—no—the past lay in store for him. A past he was running back to…ultimately just to erase himself from the equation yet again.

The best way to save a life is perhaps to do nothing at all…

After all…everything but the time traveler stagnates in a dive. And for every life of Cheng Xiaoshi’s he can’t save, is a life lived in the inescapable agony he called a “photo”.

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TTETR—Finale (Ch26) Snippet 🦋💙

“To The and (Then Reset)” Snippet:

Fate’s obligation never once forgot to urge him onward. So in face of it all, Lu Guang still weakly lifted his head from where it rested under the guise of ‘peacefulness’ on Cheng Xiaoshi’s chest…above the cage that held his quiet, finite heart.

And as if to cruelly make it a point to tell him where exactly he’d end up no matter how he lived, the sun perfectly fell through the cracked shutters onto a photo.

Bridon…

‘Oh how you forsake me…’

[anakt-idea]

To The End (Then Reset)’s finale is SO soon (within days, I just gotta lock in)—In the meantime, a few OTHER fics may be in order 👀👀

VeinFei’s “Beyond Face Value” P2 & a New Years (well we’re hoping new years) fic for Shiguang—most notably—but TTETR might get a small extra too

🦋💙

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

CHAPTER TITLE: September 13th, 00:05———WC: 6,142———

Snippet:

Lu Guang, in this metaphysical world of remembrance, fell to his knees. The crumbling essence of that moment became dull in his grip as he cradled it close. A desperate begging for remorse from someone who had no reason to beg. ‘I’d give it anyway.’

An apology from someone who had no reason to apologize. ‘It should’ve been me…’

The admission that in this timeline—a love existed, and he’d failed it already. ‘I let it burn…’

“I—”

He knew now, by an ache deep within in his core self, that it was exactly the day he thought it was. Even in this coma-esque state, Lu Guang’s body had been conditioned to know doomsday before the clock concluded…

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TTETR—Chapter 25 Snippet 🦋🦋🦋

Can’t say the title because it’s a spoiler in of itself, so….full chapter soon I guess (???)

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“Looking into the depths of Lu Guang’s soul was not difficult. Even in sleep, it was bare and open before him. In the subconscious twitch of his fingers, the slow movement of his eyes behind their lids—in the heart rate that moved so erratically across that damned screen…Though, no matter how open something may be, does not make said ‘thing’ any easier to read.

That—for one—was something Officer Xiao could not do.

It was like walking onto a beach during a raging storm. The waves and sky are clearly in turmoil—yet their thrashing falls on deaf ears.

Lu Guang was very much that kind of person…”

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapter 24——-TITLE: Confessions of The Revenant——-WC: 3,586

Snippet:

The rope didn’t look strong enough…nor did his reflection in the mirror…Sunken eyes and hollowed cheekbones. Brittle wrists that stuck out of his worn jacket, dirty hands, and hair that’d grown nearly to touch his shoulders. Something he couldn't be bothered to pull back, no matter how many times it’d fallen in front of his face.

Because when it did—it worked as a shield…

Hiding his awful visage from the only thing in Time Photo Studios left to see it…

…Himself.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

TITLE: A White Haired Angel—September 8th—-WC: 4,112

Snippet:

“Officer!” Wang Juan’s sharp yell did little to shock him out of his stupor…what followed it, however, had every effect— “He’s breathing!”

Breathing?…

His heart stopped when he ran to where she was, dropping to a knee in the same place. Above all odds, it was his face—so far off how I knew it—his body—and I’ve seen the dead in better condition—it could be no one else, and if anything—despite the blood, the dirt, and whatever else coated his unfortunate body—that hair is something I’d recognize anywhere.

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To The End (Then Reset)—Chapter 23

A little Halloween snippet for the next chapter (which is soon)…🦋👈

“Of course Officer Xiao and no such thing as a timer, looming over his shoulders whispering, ‘the future ends tonight’, in an attempt to rush him…but for the oddest reason, and particularly in the moment, he felt as if there was.

And that timer—along with the apprehension he felt toward it—weren’t in any position to consider having said ‘future’ to end.”

[mcdolans]

every single person who reblogs this

every

single

person

will get “doot doot" in their ask box

[semememes-blog]

HOW

[lexiwestiiee]

I WANT TO KNOW YOUR SECRET

[takemewherethewildthingsare]

SERIOUSLY THOUGH WHAT ARE YOU

[crypticgoose3]

i mean this post is over 12 years old, surely it won’t work anymore right……

[request-anything-yes-deactivate]

the posts gonna post (i want the doot doot bc im five at heart)

[trashyvanillabean]

…Press X to doubt.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

TITLE: 92 Doors Down—September 5th———WC: 3,680

Snippet: “On the desk, Cheng Xiaoshi found an old splinter and held it in a vice-like grip...angry pieces of the abnormally large fractured wood stabbed into his hands like little needles, a pain he needed–no, deserved to feel.”

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To The End Then Reset: ANAKT_Idea

(Chapter 22 might not be within the next days, I wasn’t feeling great with 21 and even less so now, for what it’s worth—here’s a snippet of “92 Doors Down—September 5th.”)

“Cheng Xiaoshi had no reason to answer his own questions, after all, the universe told him the truth exactly 92 days ago…92 days ago, when Lu Guang left in secret and never came back. 

92 days ago, he hadn’t considered how he’d die or when it’d happen–not in the slightest, in fact—no one let him entertain such an idea at all…And now, that old, outrageously foolish jest had turned into ‘reality’.

Because 92 days ago…Cheng Xiaoshi didn’t want to die.”

💙🩵🦋🩵💙

[cantdrawhands]

SHANTI but vein?!!?!

original by wotaku and 亞門弐形

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

TITLE: The Senate Strikes With Knives—-WC: 3,858

Ch Summary:

“You cannot threaten someone who will not be harmed”

”You cannot rewrite recorded history in which you’d kill to erase.”

“All events leading to this point in time are byproducts of personal choice. Do or die, left or right—Who is truly at fault for the world you so live?”

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the word doc is empty and I’ve been “about to write” for the last 12 hours….

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