Light Symbolism
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Where there’s ocean, there’s darkness. Oceans are deeper than anything in the world, and once you reach the point of no return, there’s only two ways to go: down, back into the dark, or up, towards the light.
Midori breathes. Tastes lingering salt from sea spray.
“...Shinkai-senpai,” Midori asks, with a slowness that can barely be considered conversational,
“do you ever hear ghosts?”
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The aftermath of the battle, where everything is sort of hazy and nothing is certain, but at least Esca's there.
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"Or have we eaten on the insane root
That takes the reason prisoner?"- Shakespeare, Macbeth
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A Game of Skill (or: Aziraphale and Crowley Play Poohsticks) by AnonymousDandelion for tumblr anon
Fandoms: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV), Good Omens (Radio)
29 Jul 2022
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“Remind me,” said Crowley, holding a stick and staring out over the edge of the bridge at the river below, “why are we doing this?”
Aziraphale made a tutting sound. “Because it is a thing people do. In any case, we are engaging in a time-honored tradition of recreation which draws its inspiration from a great work of literature.”
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Title says it all, really: Aziraphale and Crowley play Poohsticks. They also bicker and banter (because of course they do).
Written for this prompt.
[Podfic now available, read by semperfiona!]
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- Part 2 of Prompt Fills — Tumblr Good Omens Prompts
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Light by AnonymousDandelion
Fandoms: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV), Good Omens (Radio)
14 Mar 2021
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Heaven is bright; the cold, inescapable fluorescence of holiness almost blinding in its intensity.
Hell is dark, and grimy, and even Hellfire manages to burn in a way that is all but devoid of illumination.
Crowley doesn't like either.
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[Podfic] A Game of Skill (or: Aziraphale and Crowley Play Poohsticks) by ineffably (seeking_semperfiona)
Fandoms: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV), Good Omens (Radio)
12 Apr 2021
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Podfic of "A Game of Skill (or: Aziraphale and Crowley Play Poohsticks)" by AnonymousDandelion
Author's original summary:
“Remind me,” said Crowley, holding a stick and staring out over the edge of the bridge at the river below, “why are we doing this?”
Aziraphale made a tutting sound. “Because it is a thing people do. In any case, we are engaging in a time-honored tradition of recreation which draws its inspiration from a great work of literature.”
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Title says it all, really: Aziraphale and Crowley play Poohsticks. They also bicker and banter (because of course they do).
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My angel divine, do I really have to die tonight? by LocksandKeyss
Fandoms: Danganronpa: Despair Time
04 Jan 2024
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Xander’s never been completely naïve. Sure, he trusted people, but he wasn’t naïve.
But when his idol contacts him and asks for a meeting one-on-one, he can hardly resist.
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Edwin finds Charles reading a mythology book and they discuss one of the stories.
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- Part 9 of Fourteen Days of DeadBoyWeen
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August 1057, Dunsinane Castle
Gruoch has never had dragonfruit. She’s never seen it– in fact, she doesn’t know what it is. That is because, of course, dragonfruit grows along Southern Mexico and along the Pacific coasts of Guatemala, Costa Rica, and El Salvator (thank you, Google); nowhere near the wide, cold, green expanses of 11th-century Scotland, where a person may venture out into the hills alone, scream, and have only an echo reply. On cold nights the land seems especially empty, and only the tiny glittering stars above look close enough to touch in the dark.
Those stars are what pay witness to Lady Macbeth tonight. And the taste of a rotten dragonfruit, though by all means foreign to her, is in the back of her throat while she sleeps.
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Not An End, But The Start of All Things by NudgeYourHeart
Fandoms: SK8 the Infinity (Anime)
09 Feb 2025
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At first, Langa was unsure why Cherry had stopped moving and talking. But then he looked up, followed his gaze, and found Joe stood at the top of the path, a sheepish look on his face as he held out a— bouquet. A bouquet of flowers.
Joe was giving Cherry flowers.
Bundles and bundles of pink and white flowers.
All Langa could think about was a bouquet of blue and yellow flowers, currently sat in a vase in Reki’s room.
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Or, 5 times Kojiro copies Langa’s tactics, and 1 time he trusts himself
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Lingering in the Sunshine Through the Leaves by NudgeYourHeart
Fandoms: SK8 the Infinity (Anime)
22 Feb 2025
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“Sakurayashiki motor services, how can I help you?” A voice came through the other end, overly formal and at a push posh, and Kojiro found himself masking a frown as he ran a hand over his helmet, reaching to the back to take it off.
“Hey, I’ve had an accident on the expressway by your services, my bike seems pretty banged up.”
“Banged up? Please be more specific. Is it drivable?”
Typically, Kojiro tried to be as kind to people as he could manage, even if they were being difficult. Instead, he replied, “No, otherwise I wouldn’t be calling you now would I?”
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Or, Kojiro falls in love with his mechanic
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Snapshots of Light (and how they make you human) by the_untamed_poet25
Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime)
18 Mar 2025
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What makes a god feel human? Fourteen snapshots of light might hold the answer.
a character study of Gojo Satoru
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- Part 38 of Character Studies
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He had a book open on his propped up knees, and from his position in the doorway Kojiro could just about see his eyes following the words, could see his mouth subtly moving around the words, his pretty, sharp eyebrows drawn together just above his nose. A shoe was tapping on the back of the chair it was resting on, absentminded as he thought, a twin finger tapping the side of the pages.
Kojiro wanted to run his fingers across his fair skin, through his glowing hair, over his bitten lips.
If he did, he knew Kaoru would jump out of skin; there was a very good chance he didn’t know he was stood there — watching, studying — lost in his own world. And he knew, if he did, Kaoru wouldn’t appreciate his love much anyway.
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Or, 5 times Kojiro gazes at Kaoru, and 1 time Kaoru does it back.