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(LIMITLESS) INTERLUDE: PIGGOT’S DECISION

There was nothing about her job that Piggot hated more than optics. Logistics she could handle. Budgets, she could wrangle. Even the deaths that landed on her desk, though they never got easier, were at least part of the grim calculus she had long since accepted as part of the job. But optics—that endless balancing act of perception, decision, and public reaction to said decision—was the one thing that never stopped grinding her down.

Optics dictated what she could and couldn’t do...

(AFKW) CHAPTER ONE

Despite carrying Annette’s soul, her memories, and her affections, it still took Shemira time to fall into the rhythm of this new life.

The world was different, almost unsettlingly so. Esperia was a vast magnificent realm, home to mortals and mythical beings alike, and where the miraculous was as natural as breathing. But here, the air was heavy with pollutants, thick with the whirr of machines. Strange boxes droned in every home, their bright lights painting shadows across the walls....

(AV) FINALLY II

There was a certain kind of relief that lingered after you finally said aloud the thing that had been gnawing at you for weeks. It wasn’t the same as unburdening yourself in a diary, where they lived and died on the page, or whispering thoughts into the darkness of your bedroom where nobody could answer back. This was different, yet undoubtedly more pleasant, especially since Taylor hadn’t expected the response she got. 

She had braced for scorn, for disgust, maybe even for Shi...

(AAA…) ANGER

Sadly, even apathy had its limits.

For a while, Taylor had drifted through each loop with the cold resignation of someone who had already died too many times to count. But detachment was fragile, and soon enough, something hotter began to seep through the numbness. Anger.

It wasn't the blind, desperate anger of someone flailing against the inevitable, the kind that lashed out at everything, but something quieter and directed. Anger, but with focus. 

Because the truth wa...

Announcement

I won't lie to you, guys. This week has been particularly shitty for me. From my dad’s death day on the 19th to his posthumous birthday today, which just so happened to be the day I'm kicked out of my flat. I'll still update two stories today, though it will be later than usual because I’m kinda bouncing around at the moment, but I just wanted to inform you all of my current situation. Yunno, because you are all part of my community, and I honestly just wanted to let someone know. So yeah...

(TSSFH) CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE: TAYLOR

Taylor sat on the edge of her bed, arms looped loosely around her knees, and let the silence stretch. The last few days had been… strange. It wasn't bad, but it wasn't good either. Instead, it was the kind of middle ground she hadn’t felt in a long time.

Her dad still looked at her sometimes like he expected her to vanish, or like a single wrong word could shatter the fragile peace they’d begun to rebuild. But the awkwardness was gone. He asked her about her day, about her patrols...

(THO) CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

Brian lay still beneath the fluffy sheet, the shallow rise and fall of his chest marking each faint breath. To Taylor and Aisha, it might have been a reassurance that he was still alive. But to Gojo, it was a reminder of how close the line between life and death really was.

He leaned against the wall, blindfold pushed up on his forehead, one hand absently running through his hair. He didn’t look like he was thinking hard—he never did—but behind the lazy grin and slouched ...

(PU) FIELD TRIP II

Despite all his warnings, every single one of them had tried walking on the hotel walls.

Naruto wasn’t even surprised when the manager stormed into his room the next morning, red-faced and waving a clipboard with a list of damages that ranged from scuffed wallpaper to, his personal favorite, an actual dent in the drywall of Greg’s shared room. It was exactly what he’d expected the moment he left them to their own devices last night and caught those guilty, too-bright looks in thei...

(SHATTERPOINT) NOT-SO HEROIC

Battery’s world was quickly falling apart in real time, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. For all her training, all her years of experience, all the hours spent mastering her ability until she could trust herself not to hurt anyone by accident, none of it had prepared her for the paralyzing weight of this moment.

She had expected trouble, yes. Brockton Bay was built on it, and she had come to accept that. Or maybe a fight, maybe another criminal with delusions of carving ...

(AV) FINALLY

Taylor’s throat was dry, as if every word she wanted to say had been locked behind iron bars for weeks now. She couldn’t even tell if her voice shook because she was terrified of what would happen once she opened her mouth, or because she wanted—needed—someone to finally understand.

Shielder didn’t move from where he crouched in front of her, wariness lingering in the lines of his shoulders. One hand was braced on his knee, the other close enough to his side that he c...

(TSSFH) CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT: SUPERMAN II

Carol Dallon’s office smelled faintly of coffee and the ink of too many legal binders. The walls were lined with shelves heavy with books, and stacks of files lined the surface of her desk in neat towers, every sheet a small battle in the war she’d been fighting since before Leviathan had leveled half the city.

She sat behind that desk now, her posture slouched, the exhaustion of long nights spent working too long and early mornings etched into the lines of her face.

He looked...

(LIMITLESS) INTERLUDE: DEAN’S INTROSPECTION

Dean sat quietly by the hospital bed, hands folded in his lap, listening to the faint but thankfully constant sounds of Taylor’s breathing. The machines attached to her beeped softly in the background, an admittedly nerve-wracking accompaniment to the stillness of the room. Her face, pale against the pillow, looked almost peaceful now, but he knew better than to mistake that for ease. Taylor Hebert had been through hell, and hell wasn’t finished with her yet.

In the short time he ha...

(AAA…) BOREDOM

Taylor Hebert died.

Again.

Sight, sound, even thought drained away, leaving only the inevitability of nothingness pressing down on her from all sides. And then, as though no time had passed—as if someone had blinked the universe back into place—she was breathing again and cursed to open her eyes to the same scene: hospital sheets beneath her, sterile air in her lungs, and Sophia looming above.

Sometimes it was the knife in her throat. Sometimes it was hands crushing her ...

(PU) FIELD TRIP

Normal and private classes continued as usual, but the line between them had never been clearer.

The normal sessions looked like any other P.E. class, with laps around the gym, exercise drills, dodgeball, and the occasional basketball game when they had the time. The private sessions, though… those were different. Those were real training, modeled after his own childhood… well, minus the academy jutsus, weapon and tool training, and trap setting. He wasn’t about to hand out sharp ...

(THO) PHO INTERLUDE

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(SHATTERPOINT) ON CAULDRON’S TRAIL

Anakin had learned to read people long before he ever laid hands on a lightsaber. Life in the Outer Rim demanded it. Out there, survival hinged on details so small they could slip past the careless or less observant: a jaw clenched too tight—or whatever passed for a jaw among the countless species that drifted through the poorer territories—the twitch of an appendage creeping toward a blaster, or the fleeting glimmer in someone’s eyes that betrayed fear, resolve, or sheer desperation. M...

(TSSFH) CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN: SUPERMAN

Although Clark Kent and Superman were two sides of the same coin, people often misunderstood which side was which. To the world, Superman was the truth and Clark Kent the disguise. But Clark had never seen it that way. As he’d once told Lois, Superman was what he could do. Clark was who he was.

And in this situation, Superman was the one who was needed the most.

He didn’t like it. By tomorrow morning, the story would be on every screen and paper: Superman had stormed an illega...

(LIMITLESS) CHAPTER FORTY-ONE: THE TRUTH II

Taylor floated in the dark, the silence stretching between her and the white-haired man. His equally blue eyes caught her gaze, and for the first time since he appeared, his voice lost its teasing lilt.

“My name,” he said slowly, almost ceremonially, “is Gojo Satoru. And I’m the reason you can do what you do.”

Taylor blinked. The words should have sounded absurd, like some cryptic metaphor or half-dreamed nonsense. But something inside her—the same instinct that told h...

(LIMITLESS) CHAPTER FORTY: THE TRUTH

Taylor was suspended in darkness for what felt like an eternity.

There was no up, no down, no left or right, and no front or back. It was as though her senses had been stripped from her one by one, leaving behind only a vague awareness of her own body and where her limbs should be. An echo of proprioception, more imagined than real.

And her thoughts too.

That was all she had.

Or so she believed.

But in lieu of anything else to do, she thought of her life before h...

(AFKW) PROLOGUE II

Elsewhere—before the crash, before the body drew breath again—another soul drifted in silence.

Shemira had thought it would end differently. She had spoken the words, the final simple, short command, and the veil of death had thinned. At last, the separation would end. At last, she would see them again: Niru, her beloved husband, and Daimon, her precious son. The ones she had mourned for with every hollow breath in this uncaring world. The ones she needed more than anything.

F...

(AV) A STEP IN THE RIGHT DIRECTION

Taylor let out a long, shuddering breath as the last traces of the Undersiders slipped from her awareness, carried further and further away on the backs of their monstrous hounds. Her swarm tracked them on her command, antennae and legs brushing against bodies until the distance stretched too far. Only then, only when she was certain they were gone and not circling back—only when the city’s ceaseless din pressed in to fill the silence they left behind—did the knot in her chest loosen. 2025-09-08 07:28:09 +0000 UTC View Post

(GMR) CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO: BACK TO THE REGULARLY SCHEDULED EVENT

Greg kicked at a loose can, sending it rattling into a nearby gutter as the sun dipped low over Brockton Bay, the orange haze turning the city’s grime into something almost picturesque. He had hoped the night air would clear his head. It hadn't. The sour taste of Taylor’s brush-off still lingered, an ache in his chest he couldn’t quite shake off. He’d stood up for her—done what no one else ever had for him, or for her—and she’d just walked off like it hadn’t ...

(AV) THE MISUNDERSTANDING GROWS

Grue narrowed his eyes behind the full-face visor, the girl’s words lingering in the air long after it was said, carrying with them a certain weight that had him reconsidering their decision to meet her in the first place: 

“If you want him, you’ll have to go through me.”

It wasn't a pledge of protection, or a noble deflation, at least not the kind a hero would’ve made. No, this sounded more like a threat, colder and possessive, and said in the way a villai...

NEW AFK ARENA/WORM STORY PROLOGUE

Taylor couldn’t help but think that her mother had become different after the car crash.

It wasn’t the sort of thing she could explain, not even to herself, because on the surface, nothing had changed. Annette Rose Hebert still smiled when Taylor walked through the front door after school, still leaned over her shoulder to correct the way she worked through English questions, and still insisted on cooking dinner—or at least trying—on the nights when dad was too tired to bother. ...

(LIMITLESS) CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE: A SERIES OF FAILURES

Armsmaster carried Taylor Hebert’s limp body across the ruined street, her weight awkward against his armor but lighter than he’d expected. Far too light. Every step echoed against the cracked asphalt, but the sound was lost in the ringing silence that lingered in the wake of her destruction of Bakuda’s ABB faction.

What remained of Bakuda wasn’t much either. A smear of blood and carbon etched along an impact crater, her form gone beyond recognition. Armsmaster only kne...

(LIMITLESS) CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT: BAKUDA

Bakuda knew she had fucked up.

She’d been caught in that blast—that fucking blast—and something vital was missing. She wasn’t sure what at first. A leg? An arm? Half her ribs? The ringing in her ears and the taste of blood flooding her mouth made it hard to focus, but she forced herself to move, to glance down, and nearly gagged. Yep. Leg. Definitely leg. Half of it was just gone, vaporized down to the thigh, the stump charred and smoking where the red wave had touched ...

(AAA…) UNCERTAINTY IV

Sophia Hess had backed herself into a corner, and she knew it.

The look in Hebert’s eyes—wide, and dawning with recognition—wasn’t something she could let stand, that spark of understanding already too dangerous. Hebert might’ve been weak, pathetic even, and invisible to the majority of people in her life, but she wasn’t stupid. She had pieced things together. And if she opened her mouth, if she so much as breathed the truth to the wrong person, Sophia’s life as she knew i...

(PU) A CONTINGENCY

Despite what it looked like on the surface, the attention Naruto was getting from the powers that be wasn’t all bad.

Sure, his first meeting with Rebecca Costa-Brown had been more tense than a spar with Sasuke at his broodiest, but it had paid off. Since then, Winslow’s administration had been hands-off. There were no more memos about him being ‘unorthodox,’ and no more veiled threats about budget cuts or firing him if another ‘incident’ occurred. For a school that had pract...

(AV) GOING AGAINST EXPECTATION

Taylor blinked hard, vision still swimming, but she felt the rooftop shudder beneath her boots from the thing that had struck Shielder, its final step grinding tar into fine dust as it came to a stop.

For a moment, there was only the settling of dust and Shielder’s ragged wheeze as he rolled onto his back with a pained groan. Then the dust fully parted, and the shape became clear.

It was no ordinary beast.

A hulking silhouette crouched under the moon, massive shoulders hea...

(AAA…) UNCERTAINTY III

Taylor woke to the sight of a mask looming over her.

For a few seconds her mind, heavy with sleep and dulled by the steady drip of sedatives, tried to insist it was nothing more than a dream. The kind of half-formed vision that slipped away when the alarm clock blared, where faceless shapes stood at your bedside and whispered nonsense before dissolving as you snapped back to reality. But there was no shrill alarm dragging her back to her bedroom, or a sudden blink restoring her to anoth...