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Indecisiveness and fic
As a few people who have been around when the muse strikes me can attest (though Beth probably can't, because she keeps my muses on the straight and narrow), I tend to try to rewrite portions of fic in progress/completed. Repeatedly. My brain does "what if" so well that it doesn't want to stop. Yes, my stories fork.
So, when it happened this time, I decided to take it to a Wiki. Therefore, "Unwanted Wings" is now a multi-forking story, and will post an ending when I finish a fork I like. If you're interested in reading the story so far, It's here. If you feel inclined to write a fork off my parts, that's fine with me, but I have a feeling most people would stick to just reading it. :)
And speaking of fics, here's one for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Title: Dust and Flames
Series: Kamen Rider 555/Faiz/Phi's
Spoilers: Last few episodes.
Rating: 8+
Summary: All turn to dust eventually.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Dust and Flames
by Estirose
c 2006
Dust.
Kaido had seen numerous other Orphenochs turn into dust and flames, but he wasn't prepared for his own slow disintegration.
He examined his hands, at the greyish, dusty skin. His death was coming soon, he knew it.
But then again, the others were dust. The Orphenoch who had killed him the first time was long gone, killed by Inui Takumi. Kiba and Osada had died as well.
And soon he would join them. Go wherever Orphenochs went when they died. When they turned to dust.
Kiba's dream had died, and so had Osada's innocence. And him?
He'd lost... he wasn't quite sure what he'd lost.
Friends, yes. A longer lifespan, yes. But he was still there, the longest-lasting of Kiba's little trio.
He smirked. Trust him to outlive Kiba and Osada. Of course, unlike the two of them, he had *sense*.
Not that he'd live much longer, unless somebody found a cure that didn't involve him turning permanently into his Orphenoch form. He liked his looks too much to spend the rest of his life like *that*.
Even if his looks were slowly turning to dust like the rest of him.
He examined his hands one more time. What was that phrase? Oh, yes.
From dust we start, and dust we become.
Some a little more literally than others.
But at least he'd live longer than the others. And he'd live well. Die well.
He swept the dust off and went back to his life.
-end
So, when it happened this time, I decided to take it to a Wiki. Therefore, "Unwanted Wings" is now a multi-forking story, and will post an ending when I finish a fork I like. If you're interested in reading the story so far, It's here. If you feel inclined to write a fork off my parts, that's fine with me, but I have a feeling most people would stick to just reading it. :)
And speaking of fics, here's one for
itsbuttery:Title: Dust and Flames
Series: Kamen Rider 555/Faiz/Phi's
Spoilers: Last few episodes.
Rating: 8+
Summary: All turn to dust eventually.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Dust and Flames
by Estirose
c 2006
Dust.
Kaido had seen numerous other Orphenochs turn into dust and flames, but he wasn't prepared for his own slow disintegration.
He examined his hands, at the greyish, dusty skin. His death was coming soon, he knew it.
But then again, the others were dust. The Orphenoch who had killed him the first time was long gone, killed by Inui Takumi. Kiba and Osada had died as well.
And soon he would join them. Go wherever Orphenochs went when they died. When they turned to dust.
Kiba's dream had died, and so had Osada's innocence. And him?
He'd lost... he wasn't quite sure what he'd lost.
Friends, yes. A longer lifespan, yes. But he was still there, the longest-lasting of Kiba's little trio.
He smirked. Trust him to outlive Kiba and Osada. Of course, unlike the two of them, he had *sense*.
Not that he'd live much longer, unless somebody found a cure that didn't involve him turning permanently into his Orphenoch form. He liked his looks too much to spend the rest of his life like *that*.
Even if his looks were slowly turning to dust like the rest of him.
He examined his hands one more time. What was that phrase? Oh, yes.
From dust we start, and dust we become.
Some a little more literally than others.
But at least he'd live longer than the others. And he'd live well. Die well.
He swept the dust off and went back to his life.
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Though "Thunders' Trust" is probably a great example.
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