GayNidoKing
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The winds here are no less savage in the palm of mid-day than in the gullet of night. Oh, Margaret, what use is it to attempt to describe the conditions our vessel found itself in. The line of horizon was swallowed—sea, the colour of sky, the colour of ice, until all was an oblivion of whiteness. And somewhere, beyond the reach of sight, paced a monstrosity beyond my courage to imagine.
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I tried to emulate Shelley, so expect rich prose.This is a 'He Would Not Have Said That' fic response to the ending of Frankenstein (2025). Whoever decided that ending has too good of a relationship with their parents. OR, we just saw someone play out their Childhood Healing Fantasy.
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04 Nov 2025
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"If I asked you to," Alistair said, miming a violent throat slash, "someone, would you?"
The Archdemon is dead, but Ferelden is desperate for resources and coin. Alistair struggles with the results of Morrigan's ritual and his new duties as king. When he needs a problem solved quickly, Zevran is happy to offer his blade—and his company.
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14 Oct 2025
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Which is worse, the Silver Wolf or his Ally?
The Hunter is sure to find out now that he has chosen to ignore all the warnings to go mucking about in Old Yharnam without sparing any care for the Beasts.
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The water is filling his lungs.
He scrunches his eyes to fight off the salt already burning deep up his nose, threatening to flood his whole body as he sinks, sinks…
He could swim up, but he doesn’t. He could be scared, but he isn’t. He’s resigned to die. To be buried in the cold, dark ocean, and become one of the many forgotten things that call it their tomb.
He’s sinking, deeper and deeper, feeling his body go stiff as the icy darkness wraps around his limbs.
The last blue light of the surface has abandoned him.
And he can’t be sad, can he? He knows that he chose this, after all. Even if he can’t remember it. Even if the tiniest inkling of regret is creeping up on him with each bit of light lost.
He goes limp, parting his lips to let the water in. -
sinners never sleep by weak_onyx
Fandoms: Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse), Overwatch (Video Game)
18 Sep 2025
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Leon nods, says nothing, and walks out into the cold air. He’s not sure if he feels better or worse than when he arrived.
But when he stumbles his way into bed that night, fully clothed and stupid drunk, he swears he smells sweet vanilla and cedar clinging to his bedsheets. His head spins violently, and he barely has time to slide off the mattress and crawl to the bathroom before he wretches, his whole body shaking and his hair sticking to his forehead with sweat.
He doesn’t go back to Valentine’s for the rest of the week.