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He Cheng was good at damage control. Twenty years of cleaning up after his brother had granted him that, but this time was different. This was the kind of mess he wasn't sure could- or should- be cleaned. Worse, this was the kind of mess that had left Qiu in a coma, and for all the injuries his team had acquired over the years, it seemed more and more like this may be the one that ruined them.
a.k.a misanthropic vigilante squad director can't keep himself together without his emotional support sniper; is somehow worse when said sniper wakes up.
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Another follow up to Brick & Wing, because I left Qiu in a coma. My bad guys, haha! Here's some QiuCheng. Can be read as a stand alone if you believe in yourself.
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- Part 3 of 19 Vigilantes
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06 Jun 2026
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“Concorde, this organ– this new one I’m forming– its grown so persistent on you.”
— black country, new road
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Gojo Satoru has turned over Megumi's summer going into college like soil in a flower bed. Last minute, Gojo decides to take up the lengthy project of renovating an old family property located in the Oita prefecture to get it up to date with code for selling. Megumi is forced out into the remote countryside for the summer and finds something– someone– that he doesn't mean to. He is helpless against the tide of change.
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21 Mar 2026
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Toji struggles to fill in the gap left in his life.
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14 Mar 2026
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god forbid by ama_no_sakahoko
Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime)
30 Oct 2024
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But behind the thin glass of the stained-glass window, the cold October wind whistled, bordering on the skin-pinching winter breath. The end of the month, almost the end of autumn. A vampire could afford to get out of his own curse shackles for a little longer than usual: he could walk the streets when there were still a lot of people. He could look at them, feel their beating hearts and the blood flowing smoothly through their veins. But there was no way he would ever mistake their blood for the one that now seemed to freeze under his fangs. This blood was thicker, sweeter and more appetizing than any other. The faith flowing in it, the submission and stubbornness flowing in it at the same time intoxicated better than any alcohol, and the smell of pale, but not so white skin was better than any fragrance.
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14 Mar 2026
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“You’re not real,” he told him. “You can’t-”
“I’m as real as you want me to be,” promised Suguru. “Do you want me to be real, Satoru?”
He was the honoured one but he was still a man, seated before a God. “Yes,” he confessed. “Don’t leave.”
In death, Suguru made a promise he could not honour in life: “I won’t.”
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04 Mar 2026