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After a long delay, the next chapter of Kaleidoscopes is up!

I promise I never had any desire to abandon this fic. I do have this entire story fully outlined scene-by-scene and have every intention on completing it. I know where it's going and how it will end, and well, it really salts my cookies knowing I have a fic with an 'incomplete' status on my AO3, you see!

Future chapters shouldn't take as long to release. The past year and a half have been very busy for me, and I was navigating through a major loss. Which admittedly made it rather difficult for me to dive back into this particular fic right away. But I'm feeling ready and happy to take on this story again - if nothing else, the abstract world of it is very, very fun to write!

And besides, when you're my age, 18 months feels more like 18 weeks anyhow hah.

Please enjoy the chapter!

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A new fic!

After a very busy year, I suddenly had some free time and this wrote itself on a whim. It’s rare for me to write something without planning first.

Kaleidoscopes hasn’t been abandoned, just been too busy. And didn’t want to stop myself from getting back into the flow when a sudden urge to write something else came along :)

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“Quit trying to make sense of it,” Roxas groans. “If we go upside down one more time, I’m gunna be sick.” “I don’t think you can get sick, Roxas,” reasons Sora. He tries to lean against Roxas where they sit back-to-back, but Sora tips through him completely. His body mixes like thick paint through clocktowers and ice cream and fire and seashells. Despite the fact that Sora’s pretty sure he doesn’t have ears at that exact moment, he still hears Roxas’s cry of alarm. And turns out Roxas was so wrong about not trying to make sense of things, because if Sora hadn’t put the floor there, how would he have been able to tumble out the other side of Roxas onto it? He’d have just kept falling forever!  Roxas stares down at where Sora lies sprawled across his makeshift ground. The look on his face is equal parts bewildered, offended, and horrified. And oh, oops. Sora’s tumble through him has left Roxas holding his side in place with his hands as it oozes around his fingers like wet clay. Colors and fabric and skin melt and twist together until Roxas scowls hard enough for everything to sort itself out and settle back in place.  “See?” Sora says, grinning as he gestures to… all that. “I don’t think you have a stomach to get sick with.”   “You know, funny enough,” Roxas says dryly, “that doesn’t actually make me feel any better.” 

Chapter 1 of 7 for the soroku fic is up! Canon-divergent that takes place at an unspecified time a few years post-canon/canon adjacent.

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Mini-preview of next project :)

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A short introspective between Sora and Roxas. Takes place sometime between KH2 and DDD. No spoilers for later games.

From this prompt.

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A mix between a tumblr prompt and a deleted scene of sorts from Ship of Theseus. I originally wrote this fic as a stand-alone, but found myself leaning to Ship of Theseus's general timeline. But I opted to leave the scene out, as I didn't find the tonal pitch of the scene to match the rest of the fic, and I felt the circumstances were a bit of a stretch for a fic that I was trying to keep as believable as possible for typical KH canon. However, the themes and intent are very much the same. :) Absolutely can be read as a one-shot, however, as there are no references to any other scenes from other fics (since it was originally just a prompt-writing), and was meant to be an isolated moment anyway.

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“Who do you see when you look at me, Riku?”  Roxas asks bluntly. The sharpness of his tone cuts off any further protest Riku might attempt. He’s not letting this go. He’s getting his answer. Riku falls silent, looks down at the sand. There’s a moment where he says nothing, where Roxas’s stomach coils painfully on itself, clenching into knot after knot until it collects in his gut like a boulder. And then Riku raises his eyes to meet Roxas’s and looks at him. Really looks at him with an intensity that nearly makes him look away. “I see you, Roxas.” There’s no waver or hesitation in Riku’s voice. No hint of doubt or uncertainty.  “But I remind you of him.” It’s not a question. 

Riku and Roxas one-shot is complete!

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Tatzelwurm

In Alpine folklore, the Tatzelwurm or Stollenwurm, Stollwurm is a lizard-like creature, often described as having the face of a cat, with a serpent-like body which may be slender or stubby, with four short legs or two forelegs.

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Preview: Ship of Theseus - Riku & Roxas

“I gotta admit,” Riku says, “It’s not really what I was expecting.” Roxas snorts. He looks around pointedly at the tall conifers growing where the foliage opens to the maw of expanding water. “Don’t tell me you actually thought there would be, like, palm trees and coconuts.”  “I don’t think I’m the only person who makes that association with the beach,” Riku replies, obviously disgruntled. He looks down, brows creased like he’s trying to solve a particularly boggling math equation, and digs a toe into the smooth pebbles at his feet. They whisper like rain against each other as they shift, displacing easily.  “The public areas of the beach have sand, but I’m pretty sure it’s not natural,” Roxas says and begins walking closer to where the water meets the shoreline, little rocks shifting under his feet. The loose terrain makes it difficult to move quickly along the shore, and there’s definitely no building sandcastles. But there’s also no sand sticking to every little thing it touches, which is nice. The audible shifting of stones behind him lets him know that Riku is following just a few feet back.  “It doesn’t even smell like a beach.”  That draws a genuine laugh out of Roxas and he looks over his shoulder back at where Riku is making his way through the unsteady pebbles. He looks almost as off-balance as he did on the skateboard. “That’s because it’s not the ocean.” Riku’s head shoots up from his deliberate footsteps to look out at the water. His eyebrows raise and then lower skeptically.  “It’s true!” Roxas laughs again. When he gets right up to where the waves can’t reach, he sits down and leans back on his hands, settling comfortably into the dry, cool stones. He looks out at the water. The mouth of the beach is surrounded by tall, stony cliffs that are cloaked in pines. But then the bay opens up to the horizon, seemingly forever, no opposing shore in sight as the waves roll in, capping white and breaking along the rocks.  “I feel like,” Riku says as he sits down next to Roxas, a polite but noticeable distance between them, “you’re hazing me again.” “I’m not!” Roxas insists and grins, pretending he wasn’t just as surprised the first time he’d come out here with his friends. He stares fondly at the water; it’s crystal clear near the shore and gradually darkens into something silvery and cool with distance. A far cry from the bright blue seas of Destiny Islands. “If you don’t believe me, you can taste the water yourself. It’s freshwater. It’s just a big lake.” “I…” Riku trails off, frowning at the expanse as though it’s committing an act of treason for daring not to have a visible end. As though for all the bizarre worlds he’s seen, a freshwater sea is the limit to absurdity. Then grunts. “I’m not drinking lake water.” 

A short little context-free, spoiler-free snippet of an upcoming one-shot.