DancingInTheStorm



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    Detective Conan/Magic Kaito fics. The series is incomplete since I intend to write more in this fandom—but probably not for at least another year. Someday I will write my massive postcanon AU. Someday.

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    The Dark Is Rising fics. The series is complete since, for now, I have no more plans to write in this fandom. That may change, though, so if you want, there’s no harm subscribing to the series.

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    All my Boku No Hero Academia fics! I may well write more in this fandom, but as I have no plans to do so in the next many months, this series is currently marked “complete.”

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    My Genshin Impact fics! The series is incomplete since I intend to write more in this fandom.

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    All my Kingdom Hearts fics. This series is marked “complete” since, for now, I’m not planning to write more in this fandom.

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    Due to a ley line mishap, Flins is unexpectedly transported to Mondstadt, with no immediate idea of where he is, or how he will get back. (Or, more pressingly, where he belongs in the first place.)

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    Whumptober Day 23: “How’d I get to this place?”

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    07 Mar 2026

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    He sensed no ill-intent from the being. Something seemed familiar about him too… He wasn’t a fae, but he was close. Kyryll knew that he had been…disconnected from his past…as of late, but it unsettled him slightly to be so close to some secret held by his own mind. Had he… forgotten?

    As he was caught off guard, he determined it to be his loss, so he quietly ceded some of his stake in the match of wits. He sighed. “I’m afraid that I am, indeed, lost. The ley lines have whisked me to this land of yours without my say…”

    “It would seem so,” the being agreed lightly. “Your arrival confused the winds, for a moment, but they welcome you all the same.” […] He looked at Kyryll with a tilt of his head, assessing. There was that thread of familiarity again, and finally, Kyryll placed it.

    “You’re Barbatos,” he remembered. It… really has been so long… And the god of wind had only a visitor to the Tsar’s court, but he fit in with the fae all too well whenever he was around. It made for great entertainment all around. But those days were fuzzy with their distance.

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    Major spoilers for the end of the Fortress of Meropide section of the Fontaine Archon quest (Act 4)!!

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    Wriothesley doesn't make it through the sluice gate. He sprints like his life depends on it, but doesn't make it through.

    He is now trapped in a pocket of ice as dark as the abyss and as instable as his own condition. Clorinde can only do so much to keep him from succumbing to his injuries and the cold. They speak of meaningless things to fill the time while they wait for Neuvillette to arrive, and make a bet.

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    01 Mar 2026

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    He’s alive. He is entirely encased in Primordial seawater from every angle that he isn’t encased with frigid bronze and iron, but he’s alive.

    An impact reverberates through the door behind his back and he feels the vibrations of a yell of his name rather than hears the actual sound. Then the yell is slightly louder and he makes out the desperation in Clorinde’s voice.

    To her, he’s dead right now. She saw him die. She saw him not make it through the door. He has to let her know he’s alive, but his jaw hurts and his heart is beating so fast, his breath catches with nearly every beat.

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    Nahida thought her growth would be slow. She expected it to be a gradual sort of thing, taking place over centuries. But in the months and years after her escape, Nahida shoots up like a plant moved from shade to light.

    Nahida photosynthesizes, grows from a sprout to a sapling, destroys a building, initiates an accidental mind-meld, and begins to come to terms with the five hundred years that were taken from her, roughly in that order.

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    22 Feb 2026

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    There is an uncharacteristic bitterness twining up her bones the more they deign to grow. She used to think, curled alone in her prison: If only I were bigger. If only I had more time before they found me.

    She tries not to think about it. She does not like to think of it. But her body no longer gives her the option to ignore it. With every remark on her height from the mouths of her studious people, the thorns dig deeper into her heart.

    If she could have grown then - in the Sanctuary of Surasthana - would the sages have given her a second glance? Would they have re-evaluated their dismissal of her?

    (Why is she growing into a shape that might have pleased them now, surrounded finally by people who accept her already, just barely too late for it ever to have mattered?)

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    07 Feb 2026

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    Grown-up spies don’t make a face when they get a doll of the god who destroyed their homeland. They smile and tell the new parents how much they love it.

    And then when said new parents are asleep, they take it out onto the balcony and put it on trial with only the stars, the moon, and one very grumpy bird to witness.

    “Rex Lapis,” [Keqing] said to her toy gravely, “You stand her accused of…” destroying people and killing people and all sorts of other words the adults used. But she couldn’t say that. Even here, she didn’t know if her soon to be foster parents were sleeping or not. If they heard, even if she was Passing, surely, they would know she was Khaenriahn. But she couldn’t not punish Rex Lapis. “…of being mean.” The bird squawked as if offended. She hummed at it and continued anyway, “And having no handrails. Anywhere. That’s very dangerous. You are endangering the people. You are fined with…” she hummed again. “All the glowing amber rocks are mine now.”

    She looked at the toy, laying there accepting her judgement. It needed something more. “And I’ll be better than you,” she said. “I’ll be better than you at everything.”

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    Mortal lives are brief on the scale of ages. Even the winds forget that you were a god of freedom before a god of air.

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    08 Nov 2025

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    You were of the air, certainly, but it was not your domain in the way of gods or lords until much later. No, you were barely even a thing of your own in those days, a single whisper in the chorus or a firefly in the night.

    They didn’t pray to you at first, not the way one beseeches a god, but they would ask a friendly wind sprite for luck. They would smile when you danced around a bard who sang of freedom, and when you tried to bring them flowers. You were… a mascot, a charm, a promise of fortune and a hopeful future. They began to talk to you, eventually, began to believe there was a you, a proper you, that a person lived in this scrap of wind, and with their belief they made it true.