Oct 19, 2025
posted this on twt so it goes here too, another small slow motion snippet!!
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posted this on twt so it goes here too, another small slow motion snippet!!
Our Shared Pulse Finale Sneak Peek!
Damn it. Damn it. Damn it!
She swung the blade with her whole torso, and finally Mira’s jagged tip caught on the demon hide. She tried to drive the blade further, to cut the flesh that kept her stuck but her affixed leg limited her angels. There was no choice, if she didn’t get out of this trap, they were all dead.
“What are you—?!” Mira and Zoey’s voices echoed in her mind as she twisted more and more.
Her knee bone gridlocked – offering a moment of resistance, a tenuous opportunity to change her mind.
And she wanted to. God, she wanted to.
Every instinct screamed to stop, to pull back, to survive the next second instead of gambling the next ten.
But with every passing moment, her chances of winning this fight shrank. Smaller. Smaller still with a broken leg. Then again… if she didn’t do anything, she’d just get smashed, and that would be that.
She took a deep breath.
Her mind didn’t change.
So her bone snapped.
I have been holding on to this art for AGES, and I can no longer, pls look at it. I love it. Rumi from first half of the story with her end of story counter part >:)
Art by the fantastic @jamzbug go check out their art!!!!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
in case you missed it! posted this the other day :)
me and @box-child were pairing OCs together who end up getting married, Bernadette would be a guest there, so I sketched her outfit!
The CapOde fic might be done by tomorrow actually! At about 1.5k words rn and I'm over half way hehehe
The Pocket Rift - Episode 76
A CrossXworlds story
© 2025 - Kevin W. Burke
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“That wasn’t a random run-in,” Aiani insisted. “I think Gallwraith called a hit on you! Did the dark elf try to pass herself as me, to lure you outside?”
“I said, I don’t wanna–” He sighed, telling her anyway.
“She– she looked like you, sounded like you, but she didn’t feel like you– she tried too hard when I hesitated at the door. I couldn't– she froze me somehow, started pushing into my head by force. I didn’t like that. I pushed back somehow, and I cut her head games off at the source. That’s when the others rushed my door.”
Aiani nodded soberly.
“That orc,” she said, “even before seeing your face, I knew he didn’t go down easy.”
Davin’s breathing quickened, shallow.
“He just kept on coming,” Davin said, shaking his head, eyes wide, chest trembling. “I emptied everything I had.” His frame started to shake. “If that earthquake hadn’t struck when it did– I– I’d have…”
His voice choked, his stance faltered.
“Oh Davin,” Aiani said, leaning to embrace him.
He put out his arm, stopping her short. She looked up at him, surprise and disbelief showing.
“I’m fine,” he said, straightening. “I can handle it.” He took a deep breath, recovering.
“You are not fine!” Aiani said. “At least two of those were trained assassins! You can’t just brush off something like that.”
“Look, we can hold a therapy session when there's not a war going on,” he snapped. “What's the SitRep?”
“The what?”
“Situation report,” Davin said, the edge of impatience still in his voice. “What's happened since the lockdown, the battle, and the earthquake? Who's winning? Where're the main fronts? What are the odds looking like for a possible EMP attack?”
Aiani blinked, surprised at his sharp, focused questions.
“Unfortunately, I don't know much more than you,” she said, feeling inadequate in comparison. “When Flint found out Gallwraith had packed our troop numbers with Orcs and Dark Elves, he lost it, and got us put on house arrest also.
“Council forces were pushing the Continental Guard away from the complex earlier, but the earthquake seems to have reset any momentum we had, and now the battle noise is getting closer again.
“Oh! And I was going to tell you. Flint’s got new intel on the Continental Guard. They had their own strike planned tomorrow night, so it would have been war either way, even without the Council’s plan.”
Davin nodded. “I know.”
“You know?” Her thoughts reeled. “How did you know?”
“I still have contacts in the Guard, and elsewhere. I verified everything you told me, it all checked out, so I made contingencies. Even Spark’s theories look plausible.”
Aiani nodded, stunned. “Spark said a small discharge might have triggered the earthquake, but the Pocket energy is still building; it could still trigger a Pulse, or– or anything, any time.”
“We'd better get cover,” Davin said, “Even with just the battle and the quake, there's no telling what we'll run into. But if a pulse does happen? Anything goes.”
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ALSO POLL TIME:
Which should be the muse to make it a round number? (having an odd number bothers me)
Lilith Drake
Candra the Benefactress
emma option no touch! just wait 24 hours to know if you don't wanna vote :)
Sometimes I miss a minute or so while listening to TMA and miss the switch from the meta story to a statement reading, and am like "WAIT JON IS A CANNIBAL? WHY IS HE JUST READILY ADMITTING THAT SO SUDDENLY?" before I remember the literal premise of the show
