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idk that's kinda messed up

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

Sharp, cold wind bites at air-dried, taut skin. Air whistles, a shrill screech against her eardrums as the train hurtles down its destined track to oblivion. Animalistic snarls and guttural sounds snicker ahead. Through bruised splitting pink cracks, hordes of demons continue to spill in, their blackened claws tearing at the fraying threads of the Honmoon. Instinctively, Rumi’s grip tightens at the sight, knuckles drawing white, yet her sword feels heavier within her hands. It’s a recurring theme lately, something she’s noticed in the last few battles they’ve faced. Her ever-faithful companion burdens her now, lagging behind, its blade and raw power aching, unwilling and unsure. Or, maybe, it’s the other way round. --- Rumi gets hurt during the fight on the train.

so kpop demon hunters amirite?

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i rise from the depths and drop this in front of y’all. happy wip wednesday

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

A strangled sob catches in her throat as Rumi breathlessly runs. Tears stream down her face, her hair’s out of place, patterns on show, but for now, she doesn’t care. Not anymore. It was all for nothing anyway. She doesn’t even know where she’s going. It doesn’t matter, so long as it’s somewhere – anywhere – that wasn’t back there again. Back where her two most beloved friends had stood heartbroken and stung, their shimmering blue weapons drawn. The looks on their faces… oh, it’d been too much. All that disappointment. All that hate. She deserved it, all of it, but even so, Rumi can’t— can’t think of it, can’t bear it. You’ve never been enough for them, don’t you see? --- After her demonic reveal to Zoey and Mira, Rumi spirals and unleashes her demon powers.

demon rumi angst yummy

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

Something’s bothering you though. It’s strange being here again. A night in the Clocktower. Tucked under blankets, a warmth radiating from a body resting blissfully beside you. Another two beds are taken too, occupied with soft snores and deep, restful breaths. Your family, of course. You, however, remain sleepless. In your heart, the reason behind it shimmers to the surface. You know why. For the sleepless night. This endless routine. After all, you’ve been here multiple times before, so much that you’ve almost lost track. --- The party rest at the Clocktower after breaking out of the loops. Siffrin can't sleep.

this game fully made me insane. i guess you could say... the universe leads and i can only follow.

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

For the first time since her rescue, Marcy weeps. Tears stream down her face, and if she weren’t already sitting, Sasha knows Marcy would’ve dropped to the floor, distraught. The sight is… awful and strange. It’s reminiscent of the throne room before her world tilted, carpet pulled from under her feet. But then Marcy raises their conjoined hands, pressing her lips to the back of Sasha’s like an unspoken apology and something inside her breaks. --- After the events of their Amphibian journey, the trio are taken to the hospital to be treated for their injuries. The problem? Sasha’s struggling with sleep and turns out, so is Marcy.

howdy, here's my zine fic for @cl-sasharcyzine! thank you to my awesome partner in crime @mood-owl who did the spot art for this one <3 enjoy!

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

Anne doesn’t know why she’d readily agreed to this. Thick, stagnant air weighs heavily on her shoulders, a wretched pressure-cooker heat overwhelming her. It’s been like this for hours whilst traipsing through Wartwood’s outskirting forest – well, further out, her heat-addled mind thinks. If she recalls correctly, the carefully sketched map she’d seen earlier had said Mold Rot Forest which, from the rotten dead fall and decaying trees, sounds about right. --- Anne joins Marcy on a trip to the lake but they find something much bigger than they'd expected.

happy marcanne week 2024 everyone! this one was done for the day 1 prompt - bug hunting and thank you to the amazing @goodartitude who created the artwork to go alongside it. enjoy!

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

Asking someone to the dance shouldn’t be this hard, should it? Pitiful: the way Anne silently squirms even now, her arms crossed protectively over her chest, masking an air of patient indifference. Still, it doesn’t help. Nothing’s enough to stow the bubbling turmoil quelling in her stomach. This is silly. Stupid, even. It shouldn’t be such a big deal. --- It's Frog Valley's Annual Flower Dance and Anne only wants to dance with one person.

woah, it's another cadi Marcanne Week 2024 fic, this time for day 3's prompt: RAIN. i actually wrote this for @mood-owl's birthday which was on the original prompt's date but I can finally share this with everyone else! enjoy