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Senka: The Death and the Shadow

The words become a noose, suspending themselves in the hot, thick, humid air.

Rating: mature

Category: gen, f/m

Relationships: original female character/kisuke urahara

Warnings: graphic depictions of violence, major character death

Tags: action, mystery, suspense, angst, hurt/comfort, trauma, healing, redemption, tragedy, canon compliant, canon related, pre-canon, pre-tbtp, canon typical violence, original character-centric, original female character, original male characters, slowburn, major character death, grief/mourning, additional tags to be added

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Synopsis:

"This is the story of how I died."

#tdats #senka #bleach #bleach fanfiction #bleach fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic #urahara kisuke #urahara kisuke x oc #bleach oc #bleach original character #oc #original character #ao3 #ao3 fanfic

Hmmmm I should work out a tdats polycule situation

#I want CHARTS #And this is the only story it would really work with #moshke writes #writeblr #tdats

He wasn’t hungry. He wasn’t sick or dead. His head still hurt. He was standing by a fence and he didn’t know why. His hand was clear in front of him, dark brown fingers curled around the loops of the plastic fence, its colors bright against the drab gray of the rest of everything. Beyond, the static was thicker, but there was movement. Run. He didn’t run. He didn’t know why. And there was a person there. A small person. A child. A bright holo-glimmer on their clothes. Hair tied up in puff-balls like he’d had once. Mouth open in some kind of expression he no longer understood.

Ri is...not doing so great.

#moshke writes #writeblr #tdats

hehehe exposition via futuristic trivia googling

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Finished chapters 2 and 3 of TDATS!

#moshke writes #writeblr #ok so I haven't finished chapter 1 yet but that's beside the point #tdats

I keep forgetting that sharing snippets is just a thing that I can do. I'll try to share a Cold Iron one later this week, but for now I'm really enjoying writing Za'Niyah, so have something from TDATS:

Za’Niyah hesitated at the top, looking down the steep and dizzying steps, real stone imported from Earth and trimmed in real gold. No railing to break up the sweeping lines. As a child, she had been so afraid of falling down here that her father had carried her down every morning before school until she was 10. As a teenager she had managed by clinging to one of her parents for family outings, or looking carefully around and then scooting on her ass when she was alone. One side of the stairs looked out over the open air between walkways and the fluffy clouds below, nothing at all separating her world and and the hundreds of feet to the upper levels of the surface. That was an illusion, of course; the invisible force-nets would catch her if she fell over the side, pulling her tight against the stone edge of the walkway, perfectly safe. But she would hang there until the authorities came for her, because the only people who fell over the edge needed to be evaluated to see if they required prison, detox, or the institute. She had slipped once at 19, and though she was clearly both terrified and sober, she suspected they really only let her go because she looked even younger, like a wayward and foolish child. She was beyond that mistake now, so she carefully hugged the smooth wall on the other side, shot through with glittering veins of pink and gold. There was no texture even to keep a hold of, but it was something to lean on so that she couldn’t overbalance each time she raised her foot to move it down a step. The path beyond that grew easier again; within several feet, railings appeared, required here since the nets weren’t strong enough to catch some of the vehicles used at night to move imports and other merchandise into the shops. It was an unofficial rule of the spires that you couldn’t walk in any direction for five minutes without encountering a cafe, a holospace, and at least one glossy church flier preaching at you about refreshing your soul on this planet of sinners. Luckily, Za’Niyah’s friends were at the first cafe she came to.

#moshke writes #writeblr #tdats