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Sticks, Stones & Bones
A preview of something to come.
This is a Frisk/Sans Comfort fic. If you don’t like it, don’t complain. Ignore it and move on with your day. Complaints will not be solicited.
This is a Mafiafell-tale combination type fanfiction. What do I mean by that? Most characters have fell-like characteristics but have taleorigins.
And yes, this is a hellscape I have manufactured and you should all be scared. You should feel sorry for the characters. I have broken all of them. All of them, they are just broken.
I’ve turned the dear characters that you know and love and have tortured them to the point where they have turned into Mafiafell characters when they reach the surface.
And the ones I reasonably couldn’t corrupt (some though are vigilantes like Sans). Well, let’s just say dust fills the air. Alas, poor Papyrus
Oh! Sans is the Royal Judge and, he’s a vigilante and he’s the only one who might have some semblance of sanity. And Frisk didn’t fall into the Underground. The barrier was broken through experimentation.
So, um, any questions? Anyone?
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Another preview look at my animated short called “Zębuszka” (it’s a silly way to say ‘tooth fairy’ in pl) coming hopefully this September.
The liminal space of an airport: a transient feeling, melancholy and stuck in time.
Follow Kirishima as he’s stuck in the airport and meets Bakugou—a fascinating, bizarre, well-traveled pilot—in Shippeh’s fic “Carry-on.”
“Time inside an airport twists and turns and when it isn’t slow, it’s fast. It is fast like the pounding of a child’s broken leather heel as they race to catch up to their mother’s rushing grip — fast like the sweat beading down every identical food court employee’s run-ragged hair — fast like blinking numbers on half-broken signs that change every time you look and never, ever match the printed ink on the ticket you cling to in a frantic hand.
A day spent at an airport is a day lost to time and a day you will never get back. Things that happen in wide, white noise terminals are things that do not matter and will never matter.
It was exactly the kind of twisted space and time that Kirishima Eijirou so desperately needed.”
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