One shots.
Thread Topic: One shots.
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from fanfics to my own stuff, this is where i'll post random excerpts from my stories.
even if its asami, lev and renzai chillin whilst going insane or Keiko traveling the multiverse, or maybe even nexus and kurohana exploring their trauma... -
oh to turn asami's story into a mangađź’”
one day guys -
WIP.
TW: this mentions/implies sewer slide and sewerslidal thoughts.
I took a deep breath of the iciness, enough to kill a normal human being in a matter of days. But I seemed to be an exception. The bitter cold stung against my exposed face, as I shuddered and pulled my garments closer to me. The snow blew into my face in a relentless attack to turn me into an icicle, as I trudged through the snow. Child of the lost, lost? I huffed at the irony. Why did the Entities of the grand conference of life have to make the meeting sight so inaccessible? Were they trying to kill me? I grinned at the thought, knowing full well my fate.
After a long hike of the brutal iciness, I stopped upon sight where the mirror was buried in the snow, got on my knees, and, despite the horrible stinging in my fingers, dug for the mirror. It seemed like an eternity, digging through an endless sheet of white until the otherworldly glint of the mirror was visible. I wiped away the snow with my sleeve, and having never known how the mirror worked, turned it over in my hands. The mirror was slim and silver, with delicate carvings of vines and adorned with diamond moonflowers. The reflection itself swirled and distorted mystically. The mist over the mirror enveloped me, pulling me in and bringing me in front of the entire counsel. The ceilings were high, with columns engraved with intricate patterns and swirling with stardust. The floors were made of black marble, the white veins spreading throughout, resembling the cosmic web. The first to speak up was Zenith, the overseer of the cosmos, sounding displeased.
“Atalanti, you’re late…” They spoke coldly, their black eyes cold and calculating as he stood in the center of the room. I froze.
Tolui sighed from the sidelines, but knew he had no room to intervene. Satsujin nudged him playfully, and Elara shushed Satsujin, who just grinned. Io and Zenith exchanged a glance, while Terra sighed. Archipelago grinned mischievously, pleased to see me. “I… don’t have the ability to like the rest of you. I made this journey on foot.” I say, starting to warm up.
Zenith sighed. “Very well, then. Take your position, I suppose,” he gestured to the empty seat within the counsel, and never seemed pleased that a measly human like me was a part of the counsel. It wasn't my fault I ended up like this, not particularly. Its not everyday a human is born immortal. In fact, no other human was but me. Being forced to watch people run through their cycle of life and die, knowing I have never been able to achieve the same, pains me.
Why couldn’t death just take me like any other human? None of the entities wanted me here. Archipelago being an exception, since he took a liking to humans during the Polynesian expansion. During that time, he had discovered how much he adored the humans and their innocence, completely blind to the true nature of the world, and created the islands for them to seek out and discover. He was the sovereign of the islands. We always got along, much to Zenith’s exasperation. Zenith observed relations with humans and entities with extreme scrutiny, and never approved of it; even if his job was to ensure the welfare of all living beings sprinkled throughout the universe.
One who had to deal with humans, however, was Tolui Monkhbat, among the lowest ranking entities along with me, archipelago and a few others. He was the manager of the mirror realm; the direct connection between the humans and the conference. I’ve always envied him, how could one take a willing gamble of death a single time and be so successful? He hadn’t experienced nearly enough history as I had, with countless attempts to finally be a true human and pass, all failing due to my unexplained immortality. It made me seeth with rage as Zenith droned on, bouncing my foot impatiently.
“You’re doing it again~” Archipelago whispered coyly, smirking at the sight. His body appeared to be made up of chunks representing different islands, emitting a dark blue aura that always reminded me of the ocean. His turquoise eyes glinted with mischief, barely contained beneath the mask of professionalism required for such meetings. Confused, I blinked at him. “Doing what?”
“Thinking about death” he replied curtly, leaning back in a lazed manner, making Tolui glare at him. “I really don’t know why, Atalanti. Human life is beautiful, honestly, I would give anything to experience it.”
I rolled my eyes. How could he say something so insensitive? He would give anything to experience one human life, not 200,000 years worth. Not around 1,000 different lives, each never able to end, stuck in a loop, forever on repeat as i watch human society destroy itself and reform. “You wouldn’t pay to have what I have, that's for sure.” -
Random lore from my book:
Reginald was a college student, studying medicine. but when world war 1 broke out, he decided he didn't want to be drafted and faked his death in the most dramatic way possible via explosion. (though it backfired and now he's scarred by the explosion)
And after he faked his death, he turned to a life of crime, eventually becoming pretty much a gang leader and mafia boss, with a considerable amount of money. he started to build his speakeasy when one day, a family came to him begging for his help.
their fourteen year old son had fallen terribly ill and they couldn't afford to pay for his medical expenses.Reginald, who never finished medical school đź’€ decided to give them money and point them in the way of a doctor, who cured Lucas, the sick kid, as long as they could pay him back in a month (jeez that's harsh)
well wouldn't you know it, they couldn't pay it back. so he unalived lucas's parents, then had Lucas join his speakeasy, and Lucas had to take care of his brother and sister, Cyrus and Emma.
in 1924, when Lucas turned 17, it seemed like Emma had died in a gang fight, and Lucas escaped from Reginald and join the other speakeasy. Cyrus joined Reginald's speakeasy, feeling betrayed and wishing to get revenge, but after two years or so, they discovered Emma wasn't dead, lots of drama. -
ok I posted that twice but sh
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