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Inferior Setting by greenkangaroo for amaronith
Fandoms: The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien, Legend of Zelda: The Ocarina of Time
23 Aug 2013
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Eol would not make a very good Hero of Time. It started as a crack oneshot for a friend. It is slowly growing into 'Eol is going to beat Ganondorf with his own stupid headgear and take all the spiritual stones home grumbling the entire time after he polishes the master sword and dropkicks a couple of kokiri'. I regret nothing.
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And for one horrible second Dex is about to apologize, about to take it back, when Nursey is sitting up straight again and essentially shouting into the quiet of the library. No fucking wonder they always get kicked out of this section of the stacks.
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“The streets are calling you Dream Eater these days,” Jeonghan continues, his velvet tone infused with sinister amusement. “Would you like me to call you that?”
Wonwoo wrinkles his nose. “Bit dramatic, isn’t it?”
“At least you have a name.” Jeonghan sighs and tucks his hair behind his ear. There’s no bitterness in his voice, but something icy flickers in his irises.
“You’d have one too, if you’d let anyone who gave you one live long enough to use it.”
“Touché.” Jeonghan steps closer, the air around him growing colder, the darkness deepening as he approaches. “But names are for the living, Wonwoo-yah. And we both know we’re something else entirely.”
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- Part 1 of Omnes Una Manet Nox
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Gladiator by Myra_Rain
Fandoms: Dragon Age: Inquisition, Dragon Age (Video Games), Dragon Age - All Media Types, Dragon Age - Various Authors
01 Oct 2025
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The Great War has ended. The blood of the Titans is now free for the taking, and the Evanuris rise to power. Among them stands Solas, newly ascended and already drowning in the consequences of his actions.
Elvhenan is not at peace. Beneath the glittering cities and rising towers, unrest festers. Solas uncovers evidence of a horrifying truth: the spread of slavery in Elvhenan. His warnings are met with political caution and willful ignorance. As he fights to uproot the rot, his path crosses with a woman who embodies everything he claims to despise.
Ellana Lavellan is a gladiator, a killer for hire… and a survivor. When she is brought to Mythal’s palace, Ellana’s task is simple: serve as Mythal’s new Second, learn the identity of the Dread Wolf—and kill him.
If only she could understand why Mythal’s lap dog seems to hate her on sight. And why, when their magic touches, it feels like lightning in her blood.
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New Chicago is a labyrinth of argon, steel, circuits, and blood, each in every color of the rainbow. Roxy Lalonde shows up on its doorstep with a suitcase, a sniper rifle, and an assignment to guard the second most important person in the world: Jane Crocker, Heiress to the Crockercorp fortune.
With a war raging on the Empire's borders, there shouldn't be anywhere safer than the capitol city. But between rebel attacks getting more and more ambitious and the Heiress' increasingly erratic behavior, Roxy finds herself in the middle of a dynastic conspiracy that threatens everything she's ever known about the world and her place in it.
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13 Dec 2018
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She would let it go. She was the Heiress, and she was his superior by innumerable counts, and it was her prerogative and obligation to let it go.
Her visor flickered. For an infinitesimal moment, a pair of words blazed across her screen, immediately vanishing thereafter.
PUNISH HIM.
A heavy weight settled into her right hand. She looked down, and found she had decaptchalogued her Red Skaia War Trident. At six feet long, it reached over the table, and held a blue-and-white crystal orb at its base; the prongs were hard enough to cut steel.
She blinked, and then shook her head violently, captchaloguing it. Odd. She hadn’t accidentally decaptchalogued anything in years, and besides, it wasn’t like she needed it — unless —
But she wasn’t going to actually hurt the man, of course. Not physically. That would be incoherent, and cruel, and disproportionate to the crime, and — and an awful lot of horrible paperwork, besides.
She would just . . . punish him. Just a little.
“Roxy,” she said, clearly, and Roxy looked up sharply from where she’d been ogling the chocolate fountain. “Would you like to take a walk, dear?”
“Huh?”
“A walk around the building.” Her voice came out silken and dispassionate, and she tried to inject it with a bit of warmth, for persuasion’s sake. “You’re owed a fifteen minute break every few hours, I believe.”
There wasn’t really any need to send Roxy out of the room, for this. But there also wasn’t any need for her to see Jane succumb to petty quarreling, or to hear more of Jane’s family scandal than absolutely necessary. It wasn’t that her opinion mattered, per se — it only seemed a bad first impression to make, on the first day of their arrangement.
“I am? I don’t think I am.”
“Roxanne,” Jane said, calmly. “Take a walk.”
Roxy wasn’t stupid. She went.
...The wind rushing up over Lake Michigan battered Roxy with full force when she left the building.
Five caegars says she’s killing someone, Hal said, as soon as she was over the threshold. Ten caegars says she fights dirty. It’s always the sweet ones who fight dirty. You see that fork she was packing? That thing could take out half your intestine with a well-placed jab. And it looked heavy, too. Gotta have biceps like a fuckin’ subjugglator, that woman.
Roxy dragged a hand over her nose to keep it from running and huddled against the wall, rubbing her shoulders. “She’s not gonna kill him.”
Would you bet five caegars on it?
She said nothing.
A newsfeed began to play on the side of the building opposite them. The Condesce featured in this one, draped sideways on her throne with one leg hooked up over the arm, giving the camera a bored glare. A violetblood interviewer sat beside her, gils fluttering wildly with nervousness.
“Do you,” he said, and then clearly had to take a moment to compose himself. “Do you have any comment, your Condescension, on the unfortunate, recently no-longer-living state of Archagent Tiroga?”
“Yuh,” she said, and her voice was as seadweller as they came, deep and warbling and not at all human. She was so old she came from a different evolutionary branch in her species’ history, evidenced in the uncanny, low set of her eyes, in the long, pointed shape of her face, the leathery, not-quite hair texture of the black mass that drifted around her head. Seadwellers, on the whole, looked like people that had adapted to live amphibiously; the Empress looked like something that would feel at home in the Mariana Trench.
“He fucked up.” She tossed her head, and the resultant shockwave radiated out through her mane of hair. “So I offed him. Lesson for ya: don’t fuck up.”
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“Oh.” Roxy scanned the room again. It was populated entirely trolls, indigo-up, in the same style of clothing as them. “Earth didn’t have trolls on it in 1928,” she said, frowning. “That was pre-conquest, I’m pretty sure of it.”
“That would be right,” Jane agreed easily.
“So what are all the highbloods doing here?”
Jane sidestepped a waiter. “There’s a fine line,” she said, “between complete immersion and complete artifice. Most patrons looking for an ‘immersive’ experience aren’t actually looking for it at all — they’re looking for the line. Let’s say a violetblood wants to have brunch amidst some long-lost landmark of human culture; that doesn’t mean she wants humans involved. Do you know what I mean?”
“Guess so,” Roxy said, thrown off by the fact that Jane had used the word ‘humans’ with the comfortable distance of someone who wasn’t one.
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“Baller.”
“Yeah.”
Jane blinked several times in quick succession.
“I am beginning to realize,” she said, visibly distressed, “that I understand less than half the things you say."
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demon alchemist by metisket
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist, Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood & Manga
27 Dec 2012
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Bookmarked by stygianwriter (StygianRiver)
14 Aug 2021
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Not a rec. Bookmarked so I can avoid it