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The reality and perception of a situation can change. But if everything you feel is right - then what's left to dispute?
(Summary expansion and list of potential triggers inside.) Minor rewrite in progress - 27 August.
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- Part 3 of The Broad Walls
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06 Jun 2026
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"Thus saith the Lord of hosts: The broad walls of Babylon shall be utterly broken, and her high gates shall be burned with fire [...]" - Jeremiah 51:58
Every Babylon fic I publish.
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06 Jun 2026
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The truth is a dead language. Trust is a type of necromancy. (Five attempts at saying "I love you", whether they were aware of it or not, plus one when it happened naturally.)
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- Part 1 of The Broad Walls
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06 Jun 2026
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The Songs and the Stories, the Lies and the Glories by leupagus for FlowersfortheMoon
Fandoms: A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms (TV)
11 Apr 2026
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"The crown suits you, you know," said Ser Duncan over the cacophony, bringing Baelor back to himself. "Makes you look... you know. Kingly. Which I suppose makes sense, seeing as how you're the king now." A look of anguish crossed his face. "Oh, hells, I shouldn't be calling you 'you,' should I? It's 'Your Grace.' Please don't take—"
Baelor resisted the urge to rest his hand against the lad's back, as one might soothe a skittish horse. "No offense was taken, ser."
"Thank you," Ser Duncan said, then immediately amended, "thank Your Grace...ness. Seven fucks, I'm getting another drink." And he whirled away into the throng before Baelor could say a word.
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20 Apr 2026
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"What is the most important thing in a fight?" Istvan asked.
It was not pure strength, Erik knew. There was a man in Istvan's company, slender and hardly taller than Erik, who was so quick with a shortsword that he always outlasted heavily armored men in the training yard. Not skill, either. It didn't matter how often a man practiced or what he knew about the sword if his opponent was stronger, quicker, didn't have the sun in his eyes, had slipped into his quarters in the night, had planned ahead with poisons or reinforcements—
Well, there was more, but Erik realized that Istvan didn't necessarily mean a physical fight. Conversations were fights. Istvan said fighting with words was more fun than swords, because the field changed constantly. (Though Erik had seen him kill men with a longsword, and Istvan seemed just as pleased doing that.) Strength mattered in those fights, too, because a man could intimidate with his height and threaten with just a look.
The answer came to him. Erik sat up straighter.
"Advantage," he said.
Erik learns how to swim, how to wield a sword, and what kind of man he wants to be.
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29 Jan 2026