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11 Nov 2013
“If we knew what it was we were doing, it would not be called research, would it?”
― Troll Albert Einstein
In which a Jadeblood conducts scientific experiments regarding brood caverns, a Mutant leaks government conspiracies over his bubblr account and subsequently gets arrested, a Tealblood conducts her judiciary practice in opposition to the law makers, and a Blueblood takes the bureaucratic high road and makes things terrible for everyone else. Featuring three calignous dalliances, two functional redroms, several unhealthy quadrantal relationships, one vow of celibacy, pale/pitch vaccilation and a clusterfuck of heartbreak. Oh, and science.
Ganondorf Dragmire has entered into an arrangement with Princess Zelda - he won't invade her kingdom if she gives herself up as a political prisoner. On the day of her arrival, however, he uncovers the deception at hand - Princess Zelda didn't write him those letters... because she is only eleven years old.
The Green Lion comes back from a mission. Pidge does not.
Shiro discovers he needn't have worried.
Yamato is assigned surveillance duty, and he’s 100% the next six months are about to be cold and miserable.
- Part 2 of born to a childless age
05 Jun 2019
Freyja is raised as a political prisoner under Odin and Frigga. While she navigates the shifts of life including her engagement to Prince Loki and the budding feelings she can't seem to escape from for Crown prince Thor. All the while learning what it means to be the goddess of beauty, love, and war.
Starts way before movies and will end after endgame. Not canon compliant a lot of the time.
Fandoms: Tsubasa: Reservoir Chronicle, CLAMP - Works
23 Aug 2019
There is a song, millennia old, that lilts gently through the universe. Not quite audible to the ear. Something that pulls at a place much deeper. A melody that starts in the brainstem and winds down the spine like luscious ivy. A harmony raised by a hundred thousand hands at any moment. A chorus that bleeds through the stars.
Fai can hear it.
Fai can never not hear it.
It is beauty. It is life. It is the comfort of every brother and sister he has never met and will never know the face of.
And it steadies him, even as it grows fainter, as his ship carries him towards something new. Towards the pulse of noise that cried out like a scream on the edge of their perception. Chaotic. Angry. Thrashing like an animal.
Fai does not know what he will find at the end of this journey, but he knows the song must remain. There is no room for howling in space.