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madly, madly alone, and i'm left in the dust by achisane
Fandoms: Gachiakuta (Manga), Gachiakuta (Anime)
04 Feb 2026
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Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again she told him all his points of failure. Again, where he fucked up. Again, where he wasn’t good enough for her. Again, how fucking weak he was compared to her. Again and again and again and again-
Riyo was saying something about posture to Zanka’s right. He wasn’t listening anymore. With teeth clenched so tightly that his ears popped, he slammed his staff into the ground and kicked the training dummy.
OR : A young Zanka is given corrections on a training combination. He doesn't take it well.
[ happy birthday , zanka ! ]
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What unraveled was nothing short of a frilly, girly amalgam.
He couldn’t help the genuine smile that spread across his face.
It was a dress. A beautifully made yellow dress, with a long, flowy skirt and equally flowy sleeves that kind of reminded Zanka of Tamsy’s uniform. Except these sleeves ended with lace, or something that looked similar to it. Some kind of creamy trim that also poked out the bottom of the skirt and the collar. The collar itself was still a bit of a turtleneck, just how Zanka liked his tops to be.
(Was “he” still right? Was this right?)
aka : Zanka has a transgender awakening. It goes as smoothly as things usually do for Team Akuta.
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Yesod’s wrists feebly pressed against her hand, yet she could tell he didn’t actually want to break free. It was in the same way that his back arched ever so slightly off the bed, but he wanted nothing more than to be laid down. The same way his lungs spasmed every time she bit too hard, the same way sweat fell off his skin onto the wrinkled sheets.
He seemed to be enjoying himself, as Hod teased and toyed with him.
Hod was having a good time, too.
AKA : Hod and Yesod learn to let go of their past personas. Through sex.
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mumbling curses to himself, he realigned the toppled tomes, though it only seemed to make it all worse. instead of just a couple of books being off, now the whole shelf was, and he still hadn’t rehomed the last novel-
he groaned as frustration blossomed in his chest and travelled up his spine, digging into his skull. he could feel his pulse in his neck, his forehead, his teeth. fast, maybe faster than normal, if he remembered correctly? painful, in any case.
or : yesod gets sick. he didn't remember he could do that.
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The Sinners of a very odd Mirror World have worked hard. Thus, a well-earned nap is in place.
This takes place in my Limportance Swap AU, which replaces the Sinners with the least important side characters/factions from their respective Cantos.
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and a reality that can never be fulfilled by achisane
Fandoms: プロジェクトセカイ カラフルステージ！| Project SEKAI COLORFUL STAGE! (Video Game)
19 Sep 2025
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his father leaned forward, propping his elbows on the table. “you know this can’t last forever, right?”
a knife in his heart.
“you’re wasting your teenage years with these people. as soon as you all graduate, you’ll go your separate ways, and your ‘singing group’ will-”
“no, it won’t,” akito blurted. shame, white-hot shame, crawled up his neck.
aka : akito and his father have a discussion over dinner.
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or so i say by achisane
Fandoms: プロジェクトセカイ カラフルステージ！| Project SEKAI COLORFUL STAGE! (Video Game)
16 Sep 2025
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An could tell that even Kohane was angry, with the way she stopped hesitating to call him out on his bullshit. He always had some kind of retort saved up, but they were half-hearted jabs, not actual well-constructed arguments. So really, he was just making them all more frustrated, rather than doing anything to solve any of the numerous problems he brought up. And when An got frustrated, she tended to get argumentative. Akito did, too. The three of them continued to exchange verbal blows to one another, drifting off the righteous path of logic and into the thorny wilderness of personal attacks.
Which, naturally, led to the bastard saying, “…And you’re no better than a pack of mangy, feral dogs!”
AKA : Vivid Bad Squad encounters a very, very annoying festival worker. It goes slightly worse than anticipated.
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■■■■ ■■ leaned its head against the glass, feeling the vibrations pass through its skull. it caught the gaze of its own reflection, and gave it a small smile. and, beyond the reflection, a darkened street panned out.
a short, self-indulgent snippet from the perspectives of hong lu.
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“Well, to be honest,” he started, gaze shifting to look at something far, far away, well outside the walls. “I’ve done a lot of ‘wanting’ recently.”
“You have,” Sinclair nodded, a smile creeping over his face. “And I’m very proud of you for it!”
Hong Lu giggled, but his eyes didn’t change. “Thank you, dearest~ However, it’s quite… tiring, to want.” He watched Sinclair sober up suddenly, regret beginning to bloom in his stomach. “While I love, truly, expressing myself, I think the only thing I want tonight is to let you do as you please.”
Hong Lu and Sinclair have one of their "post-work meetings". It goes about as well as it usually does.
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YOU FEEL THE ENROACHING SPIRAL SLOWLY DIG ITS WAY IN by achisane
Fandoms: Limbus Company (Video Game)
11 Jul 2025
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What a pretentious bastard, rang through his mind as he dodged Gubo’s next attacks (poorly, as his shots were starting to behave irregularly). He thinks he’s so much better than me. He thinks he can win. He slashed at Gubo’s side, then spun around and tried to hit him from the back. Again, Gubo weaved away. Talking all that shit, moving around like he owns the place.
He huffed through a clenched jaw. People like him-
Jia Huan and Gubo spar in E.G.O gear. Aseah adds a new layer of complexity to it.
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jia huan and gubo stay in a shitty motel for a night thats it thats the fic
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“I- what I meant was,” Sinclair started again after taking a deep breath. “I want you to… be able to rely on me. A-and I don’t want you to be in any pain. So, you can tell me what’s wrong, and I’ll never, ever judge you, okay?”
The sincerity of their voice made the ache in his throat flare, and he swallowed roughly.
Hong Lu relearns what it feels like to cry.
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Jia Huan has a headache, but he also has a job. #Employed. He can't miss his work just because he has a headache. Surely, everything would work out perfectly, and he would be fine. Surely.
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how hard is it to spell "sinclair"? like actually it's really simple how did you mess it up? by achisane
Fandoms: Limbus Company (Video Game)
21 Jun 2025
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The Soldato of the Thumb known as Sinclair is tasked with something very, very simple: retrieving a coffee order for his fellow... LCB coworkers? Yes, he's no longer a Soldato at all, but a member of Limbus Company. How very strange.
He just has to get their coffee, though. That's not difficult at all.
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aka viyella heard the check fail voiceline for thumbclair and got way too excited about it
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- Part 5 of The Sinclairs, What Will They Do?
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tactile impression, pleasure, sorrow, joy... by achisane
Fandoms: Limbus Company (Video Game)
04 May 2025
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Hong Lu’s head fucking pounded, as if his brain was trying to jump out of his skull. Honestly, he’d prefer if it just vacated and left him as a hollow shell, devoid of thought or feeling… Yeah, that’d really be the dream.
Instead, he was stuck with two of the most insufferable people he’d ever had the horror of laying eyes upon.
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Or ; R Corp. Hong Lu has a headache. He's stuck on a mission with the Ring Pointilist Yi Sang, and the Middle Little Brother Sinclair. The Pointilist offers him a way to get rid of the pain. Of fucking course he's gonna take it.
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the most striking feeling i remember from this entire thing… is guilt. not pain, fear, anger, or scorn. guilt, trailing behind me like a lost dog. i am guilty, for what? we die all the time, and dante brings us back. that’s our job. we die so dante doesn’t have to. we die so countless others don’t have to.
sinclair allows too many feelings to follow him after hours. none of them are good.
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I spun around, not wanting to face him anymore. When I turned, he was behind me, holding a golden tapestry covered in tiny stars and circles.
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now, i strangle a man with my gloved hands. his neck is within my palms. i can feel his pulse through the leather. it's fast, frantic. his own, bare, hands clutch at my arms. i can't feel the warmth of his body through my jacket sleeve, but i do see the deep red stains they leave behind. streaks, like a child with their first paint kit. elementary.
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Heathcliff and Ishmael, the damn scheming bastards, caught Yi Sang before she could retreat to her own room. Sinclair wanted nothing more than to brush past them and make his way into his own room, but the odds of them intercepting him were far too high for his liking. So, he stayed put.
The two schemers left. Yi Sang did not. She wasn't looking at him at all, which made Sinclair want to put his halberd through his head. She just watched the other Sinners scuttle away into their own rooms until the two of them were left.
Wow. So not awkward. Thanks, Heathcliff, Ishmael. This is absolutely fantastic.
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the order is in, with eight days left to complete it. i can do it in seven.
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aka, the fic where devyatclair delivers a package, and the journey has its ups and downs. that's it. that's the fic. i love devyatclair