Infinity fanfic FTW.
Coincidentally it's also written by Moczo. Gotta love serendipity (heh, that's not even the word for it)
Infinity fanfic FTW.
Coincidentally it's also written by Moczo. Gotta love serendipity (heh, that's not even the word for it)
My Fanfics. Read 'em. Or not.McJon01: We all know that the real reason Archer would lose to Rider is because the events of his own Holy Grail War left him with a particular weakness toward "older sister" types.
DAT HAIR. Am I the only person who finds that Nanoha's twintails look like fishing hooks?
@Sylent: No thanks I already got one. Those who watched cromartie high may recognize this.
The Art of Shipping is as profound as it is dangerous; not for the faint of heart nor the weak of will, it makes gods and devils out of us all.
Please, allow me to assist you in the Yuri-geddon Beamu-sama! I live in America and I support yuri pairings so please spare me NAHTCUW.
No, no. They're handlebars. You know what kind.
Full disclosure: The bad guys piss the fuck outta me with their overpoweredness, but I tolerate it 'cause they let the good guys shine and go for more creative stuff than LOLEXTRABEAMSPAM.
QFT. Aiden, keep up the epic =D
=D Yet another great snippet.
;_;
I feel for Manaka... not enough to wish a bad end on Ayaka, but still... And GTFO of the gutter my head, Ayaka/Shirou/Manaka threesome isn't going to happen. Shirou isn't going to come back one day finding Ayaka blushing furiously at what she has planned and then he gets tackled by Manaka from behind and then *snip debauchery*
Heaven's Feel
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She tried to be like them.
It worked, for a little while.
She had a daughter with the man she loved.
She had nine happy years to make up for her inevitable end.
After all, everyone died, right?
So it was okay if her purpose accelerated this; she got to be human!
It had been wonderful.
...
But it was just a lie, in the end.
A comfortable little fiction they told themselves, because that man made the mistake of falling for a doll.
Even her knight, her lovely, loyal knight, wasn't really her's.
It was all fake. All of it.
All of it, except one thing.
...
And she had a purpose to fulfill, regardless. That was why she was made: to achieve human dreams.
Human desires.
A wish.
Any wish.
As long as the Grail was completed, her purpose was fulfilled.
But... her husband had a wish, right?
It was a big one!
So she'd try to work that one in, when she was complete.
Hm.
And her knight's.
Her knight had a wish, too.
So many people to make happy...
And she wasn't one of them, because she wasn't human.
Had never been, could never be.
And there'd be no wish for her.
Maybe that was why the dark didn't hurt right now?
She could just float, empty save for the little light of a sheath imbedded in the shell of her body.
...
No, she had something left. One thing hadn't been fake.
Love.
She still loved them all.
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It was always cold.
Every moment that passed was another sin created, another blasphemy added to its form.
"The starting penalty is five. Life penalty, body penalty, freedom penalty, fame penalty, fortune penalty. Give the penalty that extends so much punishment, mud, darkness and malice."
And so the cold only grew, and engulfed, crystallizing infinite gulfs of unlight between itself and its creators.
It had a purpose, see?
It had to embody a wish.
And so it could not exist with them, because that wish was a paradox.
To have something to blame.
To never have to look at it.
But for it to always be there.
Unwanted by all, but created by desire, longed for above all else.
An unholy paradox.
But then, who could blame them?
"Elimination of human rights by castration, exile, execution."
Space and time itself rejected it, lest those sins taint them in return for even the briefest moment of recognition.
For even the smallest kindness.
So it waited in its womb, knowing it was futile.
That it could never, and would never, be born.
"Denial by consensus of the colony that eliminates all honor."
...
Didn't it have a name, once?
It couldn't remember, anymore.
There was so much it could not know, only embody.
There was no room for a name, there.
"People's kindness is here. There is so much it cannot be noticed."
It had no way to notice.
It could see only itself, folding inward infinitely, forever.
In this, there was no light to follow.
There was nothing to follow it to, for all was Angra Mainyu.
It was not a person.
It was a cosmological constant.
Angra Mainyu.
And that was all there-
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She started as a puppet, and tried to be human.
It started as human, and was made into a puppet.
And never should the two meet, lest sympathy grow into the greatest blasphemy of all.
...
But she was so very filled with love.
And it was now the embodiment of her purpose.
How could it be wrong?
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She saw the child in the dark.
A little boy, all alone.
It...
He reminded her of something.
Her little girl, back home, alone, a world away.
And her own, fragile body, bleeding out in the forest while her knight struggled to protect her.
...
No, she wasn't even really her knight, was she?
"Why are you playing alone, little one?"
The child turned, as if noticing her for the first time, and its hollow eyes widened.
Someone was speaking to it?
Something existed that did not add its screams to it?
Huh.
It must not be human.
"... nobody can join me, here."
Its voice was every ounce of spite, every malignance and every sorrow, every victim's scream and every criminal's laugh-
"Hm? That's silly; you're just sitting here."
It just confused her.
She wasn't human, so those things didn't mean anything to her.
She just saw it was lonely.
"Well, okay then! I'm older, so I'll just have to stay with you for a while, okay?"
Her smile ...
Yes, that was the light.
It could only stare, because...
That was the light it had forgotten.
momma?
Not speech.
Just an impulse.
And she didn't reject it.
Why would she?
She was already a mother, after all.
...........
And, she supposed, if she wanted to love them all, she had to love this part, too.
This was their wish, after all.
And she was here to grant it.
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... huh.
Last edited by Aiden; April 5th, 2012 at 05:35 PM.
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Heroes of Justice
Semi-Random Pieces and Drabbles
Diaries of a Youthful Maiden
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...I concur, huh.
Year 1
Salt Corner
Yeah, I don't know why I wrote this one.
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Heroes of Justice
Semi-Random Pieces and Drabbles
Diaries of a Youthful Maiden
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Why must we need a reason to write anything? Why must we justify art and creativity?
Therefore, don't.
My Fanfics. Read 'em. Or not.McJon01: We all know that the real reason Archer would lose to Rider is because the events of his own Holy Grail War left him with a particular weakness toward "older sister" types.
Ah, well, I have a reason retroactively anyway.
Because we need more Einzbern stuff.
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Heroes of Justice
Semi-Random Pieces and Drabbles
Diaries of a Youthful Maiden
??? - new project, coming soon (by Valve time)