12 Works by face_less
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half a knight by face_less
Fandoms: The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild/Tears of the Kingdom
10 Jan 2025
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He wasn't used to the feel of grass beneath his feet.
It looked deceptively soft, a gentle shade of green and yellows; on the plateau, it was sparse. It mainly was open planes of dirt, pebbles tucked deep into the surface, harsh on the soles of his feet. Grass seemed to only appear in the shadows; near the old King's decrepit house, before the tall Sheikah tower, and near the trees that housed a small camp of Bokoblins. Small, shy patches. The rest seemed scorched, wilted. Near the perimeter especially, if it was there, it was brown. Almost as if afraid of the sun, afraid to stand out and be green once more, lest it be burned.
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He leans over the sink, bathed in the shadow, hunched, still smelling of smoke. His left hand clutches tight at his right wrist, to still the violent trembling. Guy chokes down a groan, fighting the rolling, burning pain emanating from the entirety of his right hand. He breathes shallowly, forcing himself through calming breaths, before twisting his palm to face him.
Even in the dark, he can see it. The deep slash that tears his palm, across the entirety of his fingers. At their bases, the dark blood gathers in the creases, no longer bleeding but a dark stain against his pale skin.
And then, he focuses on the ring, and the deep divot torn into the pink steel, following the exact curve of the cut against his skin. The ring glows faintly, pulsing, and his hand burns in agonizing pain. He's shaking so badly, just praying the pain will end soon, leaning all his weight against his bathroom sink, and he mutters to himself again, soothing.
Then the glowing pink of the ring begins to bleed. Like the blood of a snapped pink glowstick, staining the hands of whatever kids had touched it, leaving its brightly colored poison on their delicate skin. Plastic cracked, uncaringly.
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- Part 2 of sparkle tone sugar/ webs of pink salt
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He called himself Delic, which had to be one of the stupidest stage names Hibiya had ever heard.
"Like Psychedelic?" A puff of acrid cigarette smoke hung between them. Hibiya wrinkled his nose as the fake blonde gestured with calloused fingers, "It's, it's cool, cause it's the opposite of my aesthetic— with the suits and the— "
"Yes, I understand." Hibiya interrupted, wondering if this project was going to be way more taxing than he originally signed up for.
The script was garbage. It was some kind of buddy-comedy without the comedy, full of undeserved emotional moments followed by an excess of out-of-pocket comments that seemed like they never should've made it out of the writing room.
His character was a prince, with a tacky gold cape and gloves that didn't breathe. With an accent he had to fake and soles higher than he was comfortable with. It felt more like a child's Halloween costume than something he'd have to pretend was the pride of generations of royal seamstresses. Fake jewels, fake gold, fake motivations.
It was tragic, truly. He'd played better characters than this.
Delic/Hibiya AU - Actor AU
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"It wasn't a roofie, Shinra said," Kanra muttered, taking a sip of a dark amber-colored drink, before leaning forward to press her lipstick-covered mouth against Shizuka's; the blonde hummed a bit in surprise, before letting that bittersweet liquid flood between their lips. They separate with a wet smack, and Kanra taps her nose to the side of Shizuka's, "Aphrodisiac, she said. Probably."
"That's not any better," Shizuka growled, thinking of what could have happened, what was intended, that ugly man using an ugly drug because he knew no woman would want him otherwise, "We still don't know if you'll feel weird, or just— "
"Horny?" Kanra interrupted, leaning forward to place a hand on Shizuka's arm, rubbing her knees together absently.
"Yeah,"
"Come on, you still look good," Kanra mumbled into her ear. Shizuka frowned in confusion, and Kanra elaborated, "I still want to drink, I mean. Let's not let this ruin our night, huh?"
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DRRR Genderbend AU. After a little drug scare, they don't let it ruin their night, finding time to have fun after all. -
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Kanra catalogs these moments over time, over the kisses and the moments where their matching rings touch in the dark of their bedroom; where their skin will stick together in the afterglow, where she'll tell secrets she didn't think she'd ever let free.
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six moments during their marriage that just made sense. Genderbend AU. -
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It had been a bright morning in the middle of February, the day after Valentine's. (Now that had been interesting to watch; chocolates and lollipops, flushed-cheeked kids giving each other little notes. She had gotten some herself, but she didn't care to give much response; she cared more to observe the reactions of everyone around her, how the kids with no chocolates cried and cried and cried.)
They set the stroller in the living room, her father grabbing at her wrist to splay her hand toward the matching bundles. "This is Kururi," He indicated toward the baby with the cat blanket, "And this is Mairu," He forced her hand to touch the soft, squirming, puppy blanket.
"You're a big sister," Her mother said softly as if waiting for her reaction.
Nozomi stared at the babies, then looked up at their expectant faces. She didn't know how to respond, didn't know what was proper for her to be feeling, what they wanted, so she just said,
"Oh."
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In-depth dive of that trans izaya headcanon, and what that'd all mean, how it'd all work, etc, with a touch of parental neglect. -
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Shizuka growls, side rapidly soaking with blood, before darting forward to throw a punch, aiming to break her pretty nose. Kanra ducks, then slashes forward, creating a bloody arc along her stomach. Shizuka gasps and in return, Kanra laughs, before darting away in a flurry of skirts and bunched stockings.
Shizuka lets her go, heaving, hurting, looking at blood on her palm, wondering herself why, why, why
'Why do I let you kiss me?' She groans, pulling her phone from her skirt pocket to dial Shinra,
'Why do I find you cute? Why do I bother with you?'
'Why do I look at you and want to share rings, share a house, share a life?'
And in her weakest moments, 'Why do I want to marry you?'
But all those feelings are hopeless infatuation, a crush. Nothing serious, just stupid puppy love, attraction hampered by understanding.
Shinra's cheerful voice speaks in her ear, and within a couple of sentences, Shizuka can't help but growl, "I wish I'd never met that wicked bitch."
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Shinra tuts, taking that tone like she knows Shizuka isn't going to listen. "But you need rest! You're lucky you didn't aggravate anything walking over here."
"Besides, didn't you say you didn't want any more ugly scars?" Shinra continues, prodding with another cotton swab, before showering the wound with antiseptic. The smell instantly clogs up her nose, and Shizuka turns her head with a frown. "You could ruin all my hard work if you tore your stitches,"
Shizuka hisses wordlessly, thinking of the countless slashes on her legs, her body, her back, wondering if there's fucking a point to trying to be cautious anymore. It's not like anyone of value would want her anyway.
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Genderswap AU DRRR!! With a focus on Shizuo and how I think the change from male to female would greatly impact his character, as well as his self hatred isssues. -
a study in (grief, sorrow, despair) effortless power by face_less
Fandoms: Powerpuff Girls
24 Apr 2023
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File: Superbeings, subset: gamma
Chemical X*, or substances of the same radioactive potency.Observation:
Subjects R, B, & G are observant. Overly so. With eyes triple the size of normal children, their pupils expand and constrict like the lens of a shuttering camera, cataloging information.
The subjects adapt to language fast, even understanding the complexities of tone. All subjects seem to have an inherent grasp of their own abilities immediately after birth*, such as inhibitors resulting in flight; enhanced strength; enhanced speed; laser vision, etc.Subjects bare undeniably similarity to the Powerpuff Girls* as though the similarity is an inherent commonality in the byproduct of Chemical X, or substances of the same potency.
(*See attached file for Powerpuff Girls)
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Mojo Jojo is grappling with the loss of his sons(?) and writes a scientific report about what possibly makes them tick. Chemical X is a potent drug.Series
- Part 2 of inkpot stained veins
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Pink feather coats and jumbo jewellery--Gonna be a hoop phenomenon (I miss him, don't you blame me) by face_less
Fandoms: SheZow
14 Mar 2023
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Agnes Monroe’s autopsy was never released to her family. Her cause of death, time, and location, all unknown. The clothes they took from her body, unrelated to the scene at hand. Her plain jewelry that rested upon her fingers and neck; now tucked away in a cardboard box, sealed with police evidence tape--missing nothing but one sole rose-colored ring.
Agnes Monroe’s will, on the other hand, released much. Her house (clean and sparsely furnished, as though she hadn't been there often enough to live in it.), her clothes (some worn, older, but others bought only for show. To wear as a disguise, as armor), and her prized possessions. Her jewelry. Elaborate rings, sparkling necklaces. Shining gold, and deep silver. Emeralds, sapphires, rubies. (These luxury, and cared for. These weren’t armor, those were her. She loved them.
She loved them because she could never wear them in the field.)OR:
Guy struggles with the weight of being Shezow, has a bit of a mental crisis in his car, and argues with his supercomputer about it while he almost bleeds out. Hope you enjoy!Series
- Part 1 of sparkle tone sugar/ webs of pink salt
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At age five, they are 'born' in a prison toilet, emerging clad in matching color-coded sweaters and filled with destructive vigor. Chaos incarnate, they say, but what is nature, and what is nurture?
They stand shakily, coughing out any lingering water, and are immediately drawn into a tight hug. The chimp is loud in their ears and It’s annoying; they’re sore and pressed against each other painfully, so Red pushes the chimp away. Red hovers and lifts the chimp off its feet--an instinctual thing to do, and reflects the language spoken at him back, insulting it. They don’t expect the chimp to push Red to the ground, wickedly emphasizing the word children in its stupid speech, which makes them seethe. They are, in fact, children; but to them, it rings like an insult of the highest degree.
“Hey, we ain’t no babies!” Blue says as the chimp cackles. Red punches the ground as he stands, the stone denting a small fist-shaped crater, and they swear the chimp’s eyes sparkle.
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I wanted to expand upon the Rowdyruff Boys introduction episode, and include my thoughts about the immense pressure the Puffs must go through as five-year-old child soldiers.Series
- Part 1 of inkpot stained veins
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All three of them have a thing about being yelled at. Something festered because of their parents or their siblings, something they all end up thinking about for days.
Eddy’s immediate reaction is to get angry, to tap into that fury that never ends pretty, and he’ll yell back, no matter who it is. It’s something he’s tried to train out of himself, Eddy doesn’t like the monster it creates but by the end of the day he’ll end up feeling like shit no matter what, guilt building in his throat.
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An Eddy character study of sorts, after I got sucked into the wiki and watched the movie again.