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Saiki K and Death note crossover where, for reasons beyond understanding, the café Saiki frequents becomes a break in space.

Saiki has, of course, zero interest in this. Of course he knows, but, really, who cares? Sure, these people are a little bit strange, and the art style shift is jarring, but really, there's nothing to it.

There's nothing to the strange man in the back who orders an entire stock of cake every day (really, he's lucky their worlds logic is based on convenience. if not, they would have ran cakes eons ago,) and thinks to fast for Saiki to read. It's nothing. It is so incredibly, absolutely nothing.

It's a little less nothing, however, when he runs into another space time anomaly thinking incrimentally less fast, and of casual things, like notebooks and murder.

So, naturally, Saiki goes invisible, steals a few strands of the mans hair, and puts it on a pencap.

The logic is simple: this is a comedy. That being the case, murder can happen only if it's comedic, and reversible. Nothing about this inspires humor, so it's only natural Saiki has to save the integrity of his genre. He takes the pencap, wanders around until he finds a crime scene (far too easily, might I add) and drops it off. Then, he un-invisibles, wanders back to that crime scene, and as such a good, upstanding citizen, simply has to turn it into the police as potential evidence (under the promise of anonymity, of course, so he isn't targeted, of course) (he'd disguise himself, but he's already exhausted his transformative powers for the day. so sue him.)

It's all well and good until about a day later, when the guy from the café shows up at his house.

The issue is simple: apparently, none of these crime scenes have physical evidence. Not a single one. In fact, the crime scene Saiki had dropped the pencap at had been so thoroughly searched a layer of the dirt and concrete around the area had been carefully shaved away for testing. Essentially, L knows that Saiki knows, and L doesn't believe the whole 'average, gee-wilikers' thing for a second. He just doesn't know how.

Naturally, he sees through all of Saiki's attempts at getting him to leave, and correctly pegs him as someone who likes to be left alone because he's hiding something, and now Saiki is double fucked. He's interrogated for a while, gives nothing up, but makes a grave, fatal mistake:

Nearly falls over himself when he sees the rare, one of a kind coffee jelly L is eating when he arrives for another interrogation.

Now, he's being followed around by an insomniac detective who believes they simply must solve this case together, and also maybe eat some rare sweets Saiki will never be rich enough (not fairly, at least) to get himself, and did I forget to mention god's favorite angel having convinced herself that theres competition to be found in an otherworldly (ha.) model, and is also deadset on going with him, wherever it is?

Good grief.

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On my hands and knees begging him to take me to pound town

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saiteru except teruhashi is a princess, and her brother is set to take over the throne with not-so-secret plans to marry her as soon as he does so. she hates him. she hates him so much.

alternatively, saiki is just A Guy in the palace. his parents work there, and his plan is to essentially work up enough money and buy his own retirement somewhere in the goddamn edge of the world if he can. its unheard of for anyone to ever want to stop working for the royal family, but its also unheard of for anyone to be a psychic. so.

anyways, one day hes acting as a sort of messenger (against his will) and is just trying to give teruhashi a letter so he can fuck off but he just . he hears this argument and it completely blindsides him. makoto, the prince, the future king, is proposing to his sister.

and saiki, who hasnt spoken to someone who isnt his parents in a long, long time, just absentmindedly says "good grief. if this is going to be the king, then i really do need to leave."

oh fuck. oh god???? he said that out loud, and makoto is actually about to behead him on the spot, isnt he, but then teruhashi chimes in, laughing desperately.

"oh--" (oh shit uhhh fuck what did him mom call him again??? a perfect pretty princess should know this!!! ku...ku? Kuku!) "--kuku!, so-um, so silly!! Hahahahaha, isnt he silly, brother?"

and so the story goes like this: teruhashi and saiki are such close amazingly chummy bffs, and that whole thing was just an inside joke, really, and now they have to hang out a ton to sell the story (and not because teru is crushing. Hard. of course not. thad be preposturous.)

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Concept: Wilbur wasn’t always a part of the Minecraft universe. Wilbur really was from Utah, a place beyond pixels and inventory and diamond swords and three lives and magic. Wilbur was drawn into the story, into the world, almost against his will - but, well. The meta concept of story building magic and the power of world building took hold. He was written into the story by the universe itself.

Wilbur is from Utah.

Wilbur is from somewhere in the Minecraft universe.

Wilbur grew up in America.

Wilbur grew up in an SMP server.

His father is (isn’t) Philza, who has (doesn’t have) wings and is (isn’t) known as the angel of death.

Wilbur joined the Dream SMP and gained a brother in Tommy, and a son in Fundy, and a father in Phil, and friends he never had before being pulled into this universe.

JSchlatt is an “old friend”. (He’s never heard the name before in his life.)

And maybe Wilbur gains wings like his “father” as proof that they’re blood, and maybe he gains memories he never had before of a childhood he never lived through, and maybe trying to balance memories of two lives only helps to drive him mad in Pogtopia, and he dies and becomes a ghost, and he’s resurrected, and so many things happen that don’t make sense in the “real world” (though what is real anymore?) but make perfect sense in the SMP.

And he leaves. He finds a way to go home.

(What’s home anymore? Is it Utah? Is it L’Manburg? Is it a burger van in a fake desert or a gas station in a real one?)

And he says his goodbyes and sails into a storm and reappears in the place he was stolen from in the first place…but things aren’t quite the same. He still has the clothes he wore while in the SMP. He still has a white streak in his hair from resurrection. He still has wings like his “father’s” that no human would have, and when he reaches out there’s a bit of resistance and a crackle of electricity before a burger patty falls out of his inventory and into his hand.

The place he came from was called the Dream SMP…but it feels a little too real to hold such a title.

Wilbur is back where it all began, but he’s been irrevocably changed by the journey. And how does someone even begin to fix something like that?

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not to be that guy but girls will read lemony snicket’s love letter to end all love letters ONCE and then have strange ideas abt romance forever

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My take on Pierre Bonnard’s Le Chat Blanc (1894) - 150x232px

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"What precisely does this accomplish?"

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It’s a pity they didn’t cast Ryan Reynolds as Jay Gatsby, since he’s both the green lantern and deadpool…

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Being Villagers

Based off this story prompt/fill (X) where you are born with a designation like Hero, Demon King, Blacksmith, etc.

Your name is Dolly. You are a Villager. You, as well as anyone, know what that means.

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You are sixteen and it is your first day at school.

Your first lesson is that Villagers are the only ones who start so late.

“Because there’s not much to be taught,” a boy says. His clothes are made of finer cloth than your mother’s wedding dress and his hair is as shiny as the brass buckles on his shoes. He grins at you, as proud as a peacock in front of half the class. “Don’t need to ask what your Destiny is, do I?”

You don’t know why he’s singling you out. A quick glance back into the classroom shows the rest of the students sitting at their desks with their heads low. They’re Villagers too. Most of you are. That’s why there isn’t anything special enough about any of you. You look back at the boy. “…are you going to ask me something else?”

“What?”

“If you don’t need to ask me my Destiny,” you say slowly, “do you need to ask me something else?”

“I don’t need to ask anything from a Villager!” the boy cries. He jabs a finger at his own bicep where his mark lies under cloth. “I’m a Lord!”

“Okay,” you say. The other kids behind him are frowning at you. Some of them are Villagers too, but different from you. They’re the children of merchants which is a different sort of destiny altogether. “I need to run some errands for my mother. Will you let me pass?”

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You are the Chosen One. The Dark Overlord is currently trying to seduce you to their cause. To their great surprise, you accept almost immediately because you absolutely loathe your job and your companions.

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A horror story where all the characters act intelligently and rationally, except the antagonist

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if you find bones in the forest, sit a bit and listen. they are old and have some good stories to tell. maybe they’ll teach you a spell or two, or explain where the water on our planet came from.

if you find bones by the ocean, run. don’t look back. run, faster, faster. the sea may love you but there are nights where she knows neither mercy nor science, and the bones warn you only once.

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"Pick, weary traveler, pick a door. The future rests in your hands."