CorpseBrigadier
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Three ways in which kisses do or do not protect.
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In the midst of the Northern Sky's campaign against the Death Corps, two men recall a shared past.
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During a winter in the capital, Zalbag voices his suspicions regarding the ultimate fate of the Hyral children.
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In late December, Gaffgarion finds reason to believe the Touten have an unanticipated follower.
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“Perhaps we shall test the question ourselves—perhaps we shall find where sin lies in a mortal frame?”
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Drinking For Days Gone By by CorpseBrigadier
Fandom: Final Fantasy Tactics, Final Fantasy Tactics Advance
28 Nov 2020
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Small pieces of fiction set in the universe of Final Fantasy Tactics, all following the same general headcanons/continuity. Arranged in in-universe chronological order.
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A series of rarepairs suggested over the course of a twitter thread; all exactly 1,000 words (if I can manage).
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Wiegraf/Zalbag works in a continuity where the two men meet in Lesalia when Wiegraf is a Templar.
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Why I ship the stupid things I ship and why you should too.
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He had ever been one to look to the sky, find hope in the passage of time as the sun rises and sets.
Bookmarked by CorpseBrigadier
19 Apr 2021
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It’s a heavy thing, the wound he bears. Ovelia’s final gift to him. The weight of life bearing down over his shoulders, over his heart, and he struggles to breathe. His heart struggles to get a beat out, as if it were his own heart stabbed through with a sword.
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After Marquis Elmdore is kidnapped by Gustav, Argath is left to the whims of the Corpse Brigade.
Bookmarked by CorpseBrigadier
17 Apr 2021
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“Speak for yourself.” Osric’s voice was dripping with a cat’s canary-breathed satisfaction. “I hope when I’m a doddering old man and can’t recall my grandchildren’s names, I’ll still remember this sweet peach of a squire. Raffe?”
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Selphie has just finished hosting Balamb Garden's first-ever Garden Festival. During clean-up, she finally meets her predecessor from the Garden Festival committee, come to congratulate her on her success. He certainly knows how to make an impression.
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Bookmarked by CorpseBrigadier
11 Mar 2021
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"It doesn't take social skills. Just a lot of stubbornness and very little shame."
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Dycedarg never drank himself into a stupor. Dycedarg was too watchful and too guarded for intoxicated helplessness. But even self-possessed Dycedarg was drunk tonight -- his hair disordered, his face flushed -- and he raised an eyebrow at Ruvelia as she approached him.
The second eyebrow lifted when Ruvelia climbed into his lap and began kissing the side of his sweaty neck.
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Bookmarked by CorpseBrigadier
26 Dec 2020
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Nine months later, she had a baby, a boy with a pale cowlick of hair and a distinctive nose -- but this particular triumph was to be short-lived.
Unrelentingly hot villainfucking with a hearty serving of demonfucking: a complete delight.
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The Urchins in the Tower by UrsulaKohl for CorpseBrigadier
Fandoms: The 13 Clocks - James Thurber
16 Dec 2020
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Who were the children whom the cruel Duke found in his camellia beds? How did they find a ball covered in golden stars? What was their fate?
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Bookmarked by CorpseBrigadier
25 Dec 2020
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"Clocks push time forward," Slip says. "They insist. I feel them pulling at me, like gloved hands that draw me to a dance."
Perfectly spot-on to Thurber 13 Clocks IF; gorgeous and bittersweet.