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Fundy didn't remember Wilbur having wings. Turns out there's a reason for that.
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Tommy was sitting on a bench, well, The Bench, as Cat played on the record player to his left. He looked ill, pallid skin and bags under his eyes that could pass for bruises. A white streak in matted blonde hair covering a wide, off-colored scar that spanned across his forehead. His blue eyes now dull and gray as he stared out at the sunrise. The green bandanna he now used as a bonnet hid his hair loss, the enchanted compass pinned to his lapel, and the tarnished and burnt trench coat that always smelt of gunpowder no matter how many times he washed it weighed heavily on his conscience.
When he couldn't sleep, he would come out to the familiar spot to think. He didn’t think anyone would be out this early, so he began talking aloud, something that had become normal to him since exile. He folded his hands together and hunched forward, staring at the horizon line, voice raspy, “Prime, what do I do now?”
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The Journals of Wilbur Soot, and Tommy Innes by actually_eli, mxlovey32
Fandoms: Video Blogging RPF, Dream SMP, Minecraft (Video Game)
18 Oct 2022
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Crime Bois take on America during the late 1800s. Terrible workplace conditions, old-timey slang, and terminal illnesses await!
AKA: My bestie and I accidentally wrote fanfiction as our history project and now you all get to witness it :)
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金継ぎ (Kintsugi), is the Japanese art of repairing broken pottery by mending the areas of breakage with lacquer dusted or mixed with powdered gold, silver, or platinum; the method is similar to the maki-e technique. As a philosophy, it treats breakage and repair as part of the history of an object, rather than something to disguise.
Or, Beeduo addresses their scars.
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L’manberg has won the election. Wilbur has his two sons by his side and the future is so bright. But after a unsettling dream Wilbur has about a black eyed man he’s not so sure anymore about all of their futures.
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BNHA Oneshots by mxlovey32
Fandom 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
21 Jul 2020
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Turn away (‘cause I’m awful just to see) by Cabbage_patch_kid
Fandoms: Мор. Утопия | Pathologic
15 Feb 2026
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So what if his former associates thought of him as a lowlife? So what if he was disgraced from academia? So long as he was still welcomed back into the town-on-Gorkhon, nothing else mattered.
With quivering hands, he picked up the letter and carefully opened it as though he was afraid something would jump out at him from inside it. But nothing had changed, it was the exact same as when he had first read it a week ago.Bachelor Daniil Dankovsky,
There is another way.
— Victoria Olgimskaya Sr., The Light Mistress.Yes, there was hope for him still, and hope he would cling to till death did them part.
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Over a year later, Daniil Dankovsky returns to the Town, with a letter from a dead woman and a ticking time bomb inside his own body, in a last-ditch effort to defeat death.
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26 Feb 2026
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Chap 12. Dankovsky is dying. Inoperable lung cancer. His condition has just been discovered by Artemy and his friends, and Artemy has just realized his feelings for Daniil.
A letter, supposedly from deceased Victoria Oglimskaya, beckoned him back to the town promising a cure, or rather, a way to keep living.“I certainly do appreciate his willingness to help me. I have some letters with me, do you recognise the hand?”
Her eyes (having returned to the stern glare, not unlike the governor’s) were fixed firmly on him, ignoring the papers. “You know there’s no turning back from this. I told you what you ought to do, and you still insist on pushing forward.”
“You should know this isn’t just my problem anymore,” he admitted. “As much as I tried to contain it, it ultimately reached Burakh and Clara as well. I know you think of me a fool — and perhaps you are justified in thinking so — but all I want is to keep other people out of this mess.”
Finally, Katerina shuddered out a sigh. “Fine, give me the letters.” She examined them closely, as Daniil struggled to read her expression. All he could identify was the increasing melancholy in her features, like that of a patient coming to terms with their death. Only now, it was she who would be giving out the diagnosis, leaving him to bear the burden of it.
“Yes, I know this hand… even if it were typed, I would still recognise it regardless.”
“I suspect it’s not really the work of Victoria Olgimskaya,”
“No, it isn’t.”
He waited eagerly for her to continue. “Well?” He pressed when he saw her eyes move back up the page to reread it. “Who does it belong to?”
She stared at him from over the paper, almost sceptically. “I think we both know who.”
It was as if a dam had suddenly broken, while Daniil hadn’t noticed the cracks forming. His heart sped to an agonising pace, his knees wobbled with the threat of buckling, his mouth became dry and coarse.
“Who, Katerina?”
“In fact, I think you’ve known all this time.”
Like all of life was playing some great big joke on him.
“Please don’t make me say it…” he begged.
Had it even been such a secret, or was he simply too blind to notice it? Had he purposely kept himself blind?
“Tell me who wrote the letters, Bachelor.”
Yes, a great big joke indeed.
And he was right in the middle of it.
A right fool you are, Dankovsky. A right hopeless fool.
He spoke the name just as the cathedral bells gonged; his shaken voice melted into the echo, reverberating around the pillars, rushing up like a whirlwind. When it hit the spire it dissipated, fizzled out into dust particles and sprinkled onto his shoulders.
It chanted the words right back, thrice over.
Nina Kaina
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To Daniil's shock, Artemy instantly blushed redder than the bloody twyre, all the way from the bridge of his nose across his cheeks to the tip of his ears. His eyes widened, and he glanced between the underwhelming nosegay and Daniil's face repeatedly, raising his hand to cover his mouth.
"Wh—Wow, oynon, this is... I didn't expect this from you," Artemy stammered, his tone low and almost raspy.
"Yes, well. I've learned at least some things about the Steppe, haven't I?" Daniil preened, shooting him a modest grin.
"Ah, I suppose you have, oynon... th—thank you, truly."
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Daniil gifts Artemy herbs without realizing that he's propositioning him according to Kin tradition. Culture shock shenanigans ensue.
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27 Nov 2025
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While I'm here by Isimarie
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
02 Mar 2026
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"He took a long breath, stripping off his shoes and stepping over the railing.
The wind almost seemed to pick up as he stood on the thin ledge.
“It’s almost romantic“ He thought as he shifted his weight forward.
The wind howled around him as the concrete floor came closer and closer. He closed his eyes a second before impact."What Izuku didn’t plan, was that he would wake back up surrounded in his own blood, entirely unharmed.
(Or, Deku has a quirk where he instead of dying regenerates, and is just generally mentally unwell, trying his best to overcome past trauma, I mean, what other choice does he have if he can't die?)
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07 Nov 2025
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Izuku has a revival quirk and has died several times both by his own hand and from the League of Villains. Himiko sent an anonymous tip to Aizawa post USJ that lead to him finding where Izuku had been kidnapped to. He hasn't acted the same since returning.
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• Don’t let Journals go to waste
Pen scratched over paper as the boy crossed the final thing off his To-Do list.
With a quiet squeak he got up from his desk, placing the journal back into the drawer it belonged in, pulling two different ones out of it before closing it.
He then pulled a thick pen from his drawer, placing the journals side by side. One of which had an empty cover, the other read ‘Quirk analysis’
‘Open me’
He scrawled onto the cover of the empty one before clicking the cap of the pen back onto it.
The boy gave his room a long look. With all of his stuff now up on display, it almost felt like home. It almost drew his mind out of the sludge it had been submerged in ever since he woke back up on the concrete floor that day.
“I’m going to bed now! Goodnight mom!” He typed into his phone and hit send.
His phone vibrated with what he assumed was a message from his mom as he closed the door to his room.
His gaze fixed on the floor, he waked downstairs.
“Oh Izuku!”
Smile.
Turn your head and make eye contact.
“You’re having dinner at your mom’s tonight, right?” Tsuyu said. She was chopping vegetables in the shared kitchen.
“Ooo I should visit home for dinner at some point too. I truly miss my Maman’s cooking” Aoyama said, a wistful expression on his face.
Laugh.
Wave.
His gaze returned to the floor as he exited the dormitory. They’d be fine without him.
Izuku put his hood up, as he let himself disappear into the night.
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"It’s evening. Eight thirty-two p.m. The sun would be setting outside, washing the landscape in fiery colors that he hasn’t seen for weeks. Or months. He’d grieve, but the endless, empty void of limbo suits him better these days.
Tommy can’t count the times he’s done this. He wakes up, just as bloodsoaked as he was in death, and cradles the clock in his hands like it will save him.
Eleven thirty-five a.m., he read with an ache in his chest where a sword used to be.
Three eighteen p.m., he read with blurry eyes, vision still swimming from the phantom damage to his skull.
Five forty-nine a.m., he read after an eternity of trying to summon the strength to move his arm, white and pale as a sheet. Dream wanted to see just how much blood was in his body. Tommy doesn’t know the answer; he wasn’t awake long enough to see it through."
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Dream escapes Pandora's Vault and makes good on his promise to kill Tommy and revive him over and over and over and over and over--
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14 Jan 2025
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The Dead Don't Dream but shorter, sweeter, and Tommy gets retribution by killing Dream himself and blowing shit up!
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It's been a rocky ride but we're finally home by lostandfoundhobii
Fandoms: Dream SMP, Minecraft (Video Game), Video Blogging RPF
01 May 2023
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Tommy jerks forward when the car stops abruptly, and he curses loudly.
"Jesus christ, Lady! Learn how to drive!" He grumbles.
"We're here." His social worker says, sounding spiteful and god Tommy hopes she trips on the way to the front door.
"Don't slam the car door!" He hears her say.
Tommy slams the door.
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Or; fosterfic where Tommy is unbearably exhausted of being in the system and just wants to get out.
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25 Jul 2021
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Chap 25. Tommy recently got an autism diagnosis on top of his ADHD diagnosis. Last chapter Wilbur had a mental break because of his depression that scared Tommy because of the yelling and breaking things. Wilbur was brought to an inpatient facility and the day after Tommy insisted on visiting him with Techno.
Tommy finds himself laughing, arms still tight around Wilbur. "Why don't you just let go?"
"No fucking way."
He hears Techno bring the paper bag out of his backpack. The bag crinkles.
"Techno give it to me." Wilbur practically growls.
"Come and grab it."
Wilbur waddles forward, forcing Tommy backwards towards Techno. Just all while still refusing to let go.
"I swear to fucking christ Techno if you don't give it to me I'll punt you."
Techno laughs, holding the pastry within Wilbur's reach. Wilbur snatches it immediately, glaring at Techno.
"Nerd." Techno teases.
"You wound me."
"Yeah yeah. You're squeezing the life out of Tommy."
Wilbur looks at Tommy, concerned. "You okay?"
He tries to let go to take a step back, but this time Tommy refuses to let go.
"Completely fine, don't you fucking dare let go."
"I won't, I won't."
"Good." Tommy buries his face into Wilbur's shoulder. "Because I'm not letting go either."