6 Works in Iwakura Miho
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Lain decide to visit the real world again and check on everyone's current life.
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Serial Existential Lain. Wrote this at 2 am for no known reason.
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A consciousness awakens, displaced and trapped within the body of a stranger—an unwilling vessel functioning as a hiding tool from the gaze of an ever-watching world. They say such things are terrifying, legends whispered to the children, making them frightened in fear, and draw lovers closer in the dark. But as humanity evolves, is it still just a tale? Or has the boundary between identity and reality already begun to unravel?
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Bungo Serial Experiments by lyralain
Fandoms: Serial Experiments Lain, 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs
03 Mar 2024
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Dazai stumbles upon an interesting post while doing his paperwork (putting it off and letting Kunikida deal with it): a post from an anonymous individual on a message board that he heavily suspects is Gifted. What he doesn't know is that he's uncovered one of the deepest rabbit holes he's ever come across. A Gifted girl is just the beginning: the investigation spirals into uncovering children that never officially existed, government projects that even high-ranking officials don't know about, and a mysterious organization infiltrating every corner of a small neighborhood in suburban Shibuya all centering around a single girl.
What was KIDS? What's so important about Protocol 7? Most importantly, why is a girl named Lain Iwakura so important?
[CURRENTLY ON INDEFINITE HIATUS. Definitely returning at some point: keep your eyes peeled!]
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Her mother does not speak. She does not stir, either; the spoon in her hand is plastic, and another look proves it to be the one that’s all melted near the tip. See, several days ago she had rested it against the burner long enough that they had just about had to scrape it off, and several days ago her hands had grown so slick with vapor that it had slid down her wrists and dripped steadily to the floor and spread down beneath the cabinets and all over the tile, and several days ago Lain’s father had almost slipped and cracked his head open and several days ago, they had all had a very bad day.
But today is not a bad day. Today is a good day, and so her mother is standing still, and Lain’s head is on her shoulder, and they are safe and they are close and she is not stirring the pot.
Or: in which there is Lain, Lain’s mother, and a conversation that’s not much of a conversation at all
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Lain Iwakura sat quietly in the waiting room of the small little therapy practice, watching the clock tick by with the sort of idle curiosity that a cat had for the birds it was preparing to kill. In her head, she imagined pulling it off the wall, tearing it into tiny pieces with her hands and a screwdriver, and then leaving the scattered corpse of it as detritus for her new therapist to find, much like how her cat would leave the corpses of birds by her windowsill, trying to feed her animal parts. Lain didn't have the cat anymore. She didn't have much, a computer, a bedroll, a screwdriver, somehow by the grace of God a degree at a decently respectable university... and that was about the extent of it. Her family "existed" around her, but she couldn't really consider herself connected to them in any real fashion.
Today was her first day at therapy. She was scared.