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A Future Without Them by Baddrummer
Fandoms: Deltarune (Video Game), Undertale (Video Game)
21 Jun 2026
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Years pass. People grow. The world moves on without you. The Angel grew content with that for a while. It still hurt whenever they thought of the world that had long banished them, but something new pulled them out of the depths. Now, the Angel walks amongst friends who swear that they will not be banished. Kris, Susie, and Ralsei mean everything to them. Maybe this time, their banishment doesn't have to be as set in stone as they thought.
The Roaring comes. The light falters. Everyone falls.
A desperate connection is established in an attempt to save what remains of the Angel. If they fall, all hope will be lost. The world that banished the Angel long ago has forgotten them, but they have not forgotten it. This connection will have to be enough. Even if the rules have changed irrevocably, the Angel's one goal remains the same: Find them.
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- Part 3 of Clawing Toward What Hope Remains
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Bookmarked by SylvMea
30 Jun 2026
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spent over an entire day binging this fic. its fucking fantastic, read the rest of the series first but god this fic is great
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“looks a bit shit.”
Gordon’s eyes snap open. “What?”
“your arm.” Benrey is eyeing his stump with unsettling intensity.
“Yeah, we’ve been over this, asshole, you let them cut off my--”
“want me to kiss it better?”
Gordon is stunned into silence for a solid five seconds before finally managing to say “What the fuck?”
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la plaga de caparazón | the plague of carapace by Kastaborous
Fandoms: Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse)
23 Mar 2026
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Because of the constant stress from fighting, Leon’s plaga is developing faster than normal. To make matters worse, Luis doesn’t have the medicine needed to suppress its growth. But Luis does have something else: a prototype formula that would allow a host to retain their mind, even as the plaga transforms them, turning the plaga’s relationship with the host from parasitic to symbiotic.
Out of options and out of time, Leon takes the drug. When it’s done, Saddler’s voice is gone and Leon’s mind is crystal clear. But now, he has to keep both Luis and Ashley safe and get out of this hellhole in Spain, all the while living his worst nightmare.
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Inspired by polarspaz’ ”infectionRE AU” over on tumblr!
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- Part 1 of the plague of carapace
- Part 1 of the bugverse
Bookmarked by SylvMea
08 Jun 2026
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im not usually a resident evil girlie but damn this fic is fun as hell
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What do you do if someone wronged you and nobody seems to really care about it? Do you just swallow that shit & move on? Or do you start throwing your weight around??
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Benrey wakes up on the tramline heading to Sector C after dying. Badly. Something is wrong, the game is acting strange, and Gordon isn't here.Why isn't Gordon here?
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- Part 1 of Throwing your weight around
Bookmarked by SylvMea
05 Jun 2026
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a slaughterhouse, an outlet mall by parsnips_and_meth
Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime & Manga)
22 May 2026
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Suguru begins to wonder if it’s lonely for Gojo. Keeping an inch between him and the world.
Not an inch, a voice that sounds suspiciously like Shoko reminds him. Infinity.
But does it feel like infinity? When summer’s humidity swells to its peak, can Gojo feel the pressure? When a barrage of low-level curses ambushes them in Roppongi, can he sense their velocity, the twist of the wind? When Suguru grazes the immovable space between them – hands him a test paper, shoulders past him in the corridor, reaches out, unthinking, to slap him on the back – does Gojo know the warmth of Suguru's skin?
Then, on July 12th, in a sour-smelling alley in Katsushika ward, Suguru catches him. Hunched over, spindly legs crouched, a street-worn cat pressing her nose to his fingertips. It licks her sandpaper tongue over his knuckles. Rubs the flat of her forehead against his palm. Gojo hums, pushing a tangled cowlick back with his thumb, a serene little smile on his face.
Yes, Suguru thinks. It must be lonely.
(Trauma is complicated, brains are strange, and Satoru Gojo is not immune to either of these truths.)
Bookmarked by SylvMea
23 May 2026