IllusionSignMisdirection
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Four years ago, Jin was brought into Lee Chaolan’s care by little more than an accidental slip of fate. Nowadays, nothing seems to be an accident, and life is evidently taking every possible opportunity to drag them both back into the spiraling madness of the Mishima family. Jin is bound to the eternal conflict by the curse of his blood, but he is also the most likely to escape it, especially with the support of those who care for him. Lee is compelled by the permanence of his bond to the family itself, unable to pull away for very long before he is forced to return.
Jin wants answers. Lee wants to move on. They quickly find that those things cannot be achieved in tandem.
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11 Jun 2026
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Chaolan had never quite known what to make of his “nephew.” The boy's face reminded him too much of Kazuya. The two were not easily separated in Chaolan’s mind.
He had felt it was best he keep the boy at a distance…until circumstances had forced his hand. He paused at Jin's door in the med-bay, closing his eyes for a moment as his hand brushed against the chrome doorknob. You can do this, Chaolan. You braved the father. You can brave the son.
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11 Jun 2026
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During the day, the phantom voice of Heihachi telling him he’ll never be better than Kazuya is easier to drown out with work and company. At night, he can at least still rely on work if he puts off sleep for a handful more hours.
And, it seems, he can also rely on company tonight.
Lee puts the footsteps he can hear coming around the corner to a name and says, “I had a feeling I’d run into you one of these nights, Jin.”
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11 Jun 2026
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Of Wishes and Witches by Meiza
Fandom Mahou Shoujo Madoka Magika | Puella Magi Madoka Magica, Miraculous Ladybug
05 Nov 2024
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11 Jun 2026
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Her life- and her death- were stolen from her. A tool necessary to acquire a grander tool, and to be cast aside when that is achieved. For eons, that is all she was, and all she ever would be... until she decided otherwise. Now she finds herself in the refuge of a pale blue planet, living under the hospitality of one alien and his grub. Surely, the Handmaid would not become attached to such lowly, basic creatures.
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31 May 2026