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In his faith, in his clan, there were several important customs when it came to putting the dead to rest:
1. Their custom was to burn the body and place the decorated urns in the Naka Shrine vaults, to be kept safe from worldly harm.
2. Sasuke had to plant a seed in the earth for each fallen member of his family so that they could give back to the earth what the land granted to them when still alive.
3. Flickering flames that held their shape for weeks on end were placed on the Naka River itself. To remind the clan, they may be dragons of fire, but they still came from the sea.
10/9/2022
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Thinking on being Cressida Cowper, beautiful and vain.
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- Part 2 of A Study in Deception/Truth
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Kakashi nearly gasped out loud when he entered Sasuke's bedroom.
Sasuke was standing with his arms folded across his chest, back to the large bed behind him, facing Kakashi. The red of his Sharingan was glowing in the dimmed lighting of the room, a pulsing heat that looked like it would burn Kakashi if he got too close. Kakashi knew intimately how the Sharingan looked when activated. Obito's eyes lingered in a very darkened corner, around every turn in this house. The dojutsu was an angry, bloody type of red that most would liken to blood. It was a legend made real, and it had burned through their world's history with its gaze. Kakashi had never seen a Sharingan that looked like glass shards before, glittering a dozen different shades of red, speckled with black.
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A study of Eloise, a mix between poetry and prose.
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- Part 1 of A Study in Deception/Truth
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A part of her still thinks this is a mistake. That she'll go to Hogwarts and try to do magic, and she'll fail, and everyone will know she's a fraud. Except, she still remembers the feeling of finding her wand in Ollivander's shop just a month ago. Her wand was made of pear wood and silver lime, one of the few wands that had a combination of wood in Ollivander's shop. The wandmaker had told her that his own grandfather had made it. It was 16 inches exactly with a core of unicorn hair. It would work for her and no one else.
The first time she held it, the world went awash with blue and white. Flowing like music lyrics in the little dusty shop, she remembered the wrinkled palm of her grandmother holder her hand as they crossed the road; the taste of a chocolate ice cream and waffle cone at the shop near the new house her parents had bought in England; the smell of sunlight and soft grass underneath her bare feet.
Aasal had felt her magic in her bones then. In the blood that flowed in her veins, in the marrow of her bones, in the breath in her lungs, she had felt it. She remembers that feeling and holds on to it with nothing but her hands and teeth.
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Charles Leclerc is a brilliant Healer and Researcher. He’s dedicated his entire healing career so far to memories- How they can be preserved, how to heal the damage left behind by them, and understanding exactly how they make a witch or wizard who they are. It’s a branch of magic that’s near impossible to understand for most people in the magical community. Somehow, Charles makes it look easy.
Of course, Charles now has three problems.
First, someone has broken into his top secret, highly secure and heavily warded research lab at St Mungo’s.
Second, it’s made very clear to him that the work he’s doing around memory magic might just be valuable enough to some less than savoury characters.
And finally, his Ministry appointed bodyguard also happens to be his ex boyfriend, who ghosted him after they both graduated from Hogwarts, who he hasn’t seen for five years, and has been living his best life as the perfect pureblood heir. Without Charles, which was simply unacceptable.
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02 Jul 2026
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He did not really know what he was, but he knew that he was not Daemon. He was more than that. He would have to be to stop what lay ahead. He would try to stop it, but no matter what he may do or not do, the fates had sung their song. So, steel would be drawn, and Dragons would dance no matter what. The only thing left undecided was who would be left standing after it.
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02 Jul 2026
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I forget the worst times
I forget to call sometimes
I can't even lie sometimes
It won't feel like this forever- Words:
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01 Jul 2026
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George Russell dreamt of a life beyond the Kaiju War.
In a world where monsters were wreaking havoc along the coasts of the Pacific Ocean and threatening the world with a gruesome end, the only way to achieve it was by becoming one of the very few who could fight for that dream.
He would do anything to become a Ranger.
He was ready to do anything to be among the ones making way for the future.
Even if he had to hide his softest parts to make it.
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01 Jul 2026
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And in the press room, one of the journalists asked:
“Lewis, are you surprised to be that unstoppable driver we all remembered?”
Silence.
Lewis leans slightly toward the microphone, intertwines his fingers, and smiles with that dangerous calm that always follows him.
“Surprised?” he repeats slowly, letting the echo linger. “No. I just wonder why you’re surprised. I never left.”
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Where 33 year old Lewis Hamilton travels eight years into the future and finds himself surrounded by new faces and regulations. Oh, and apparently, he’s now a Ferrari driver and Charles Leclerc’s teammate.
He also has to remind people who he is. A five (seven) times world champion. He’s not a “fallen legend,” thanks, Crofty.
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01 Jul 2026