“Like this, Kagome-chan?” Kagome glanced down from the set of sparklers she’d been about to light. Beside her Rin stood, trailing her own lit sparkler in a hesitant line before her. Warmly, the miko smiled. “Yep, just like that, Rin-chan. If you make different motions, you can also see different shapes. Try drawing a circle.”
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MDZS Series: Everyday Song of Hanguang and Yiling, Part 25
Part 25 – The Color of Love What was probably the highest point in Nie Huaisang’s sparring career was undoubtedly Wei Wuxian’s lowest. Though the sect leader’s parries were sloppy at best, his golden core lent his spirit saber unnatural strength. It wasn’t long before Wei Wuxian was winded and trembling like a leaf, driven
The Original Outline of Control XD
WARNING: Spoilers ahead!! (Kind of? XD)
Hindsight (Explicit)
The Lady of Edo knelt before the weathered grave. Her weary joints protested the motion. Her head hung heavy as she bowed it to pray, her hair shot through with more silver than she warranted it should. She wasn’t quite yet forty, but it seemed to her that she had lived twice as long as
The End of Control
…Or is it? 😉 The Control-verse leaves plenty of room for exploration, I think. 🙂 As new stories come to mind, I’ll add them to the one-shot collection The Rebel Anthology, which chronicles events post-epilogue. No set size or schedule for this collection; any updates will be sporadic, and not necessarily in order. It’s just
Control Epilogue: Seeds of Rebellion
Standing alone on the icy precipice, Sesshoumaru surveyed his mist-shrouded domain. Sunlight glinted from the snow-capped peaks of distant ranges, vanished into the yawning blackness of abyssal gulfs. Fortresses of lesser lords glowed like jeweled sculptures from their plinths of crystal and cloud, of fire, frost and bone. Vast plains swept out in swathes of
SessKag Series: At the End of the World, Part 3 (Explicit)
– 3 – Sea “Kami…Jesus Christ…” Kagome groaned. She prayed to every deity she could think of as she flopped over onto her side. The antique bed creaked in time with her stiff joints. She could feel the waistband of her jeans cutting into her, the straps and band of her bra also. She wished