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Stitch by stitch, I tear apart // If brokenness is a form of art by Illumine_Quill
Fandoms: The Underland Chronicles - Suzanne Collins
01 Dec 2024
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She looks at the ground, feigning resignation.
“Yes, I do see. I will remain here.”
Until you have turned your watchful gaze to Tartarus.
She catches the approving looks on both of their faces as they turn back to the war plans, and knows she’s won. It will be no difficulty to sneak away once they are preoccupied. She has gone her entire life being underestimated. It had been Henry who had taken the brunt of the punishments for their pranks. And even after running away on deadly missions twice now, they still thought they could reason with her.
The ghost of a smile plays on her lips. No, they were not paying attention to her– thinking her happy to command the armies out at her behest and reap the rewards from the safety of her throne.
But someone was paying attention.
“She’s lying.”
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Regalian Worldbuilding by Illumine_Quill
Fandoms: The Underland Chronicles - Suzanne Collins
18 Nov 2024
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Notes and Graphics to be used as reference for reading any of the fanfic that I write. I'll be making references to cultural/calendar stuff that's not canon, and don't want to really have to explain it in each fic.
I wanted it to be a little more interesting than just text, so I hopped onto Canva and designed a journal like guide to Regalia.
Enjoy!- Language:
- English
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And suddenly, this yawning endless void of 'what if?' had a bit more of a direction. Music. He wanted to pursue music.
He never told his family. He wasn't sure why he hadn't. It was like the internet was a separate being-- somewhere he was free from people that knew about Regalia and the people there and what he had done. And if he failed... whatever. It was just the internet. It would move on and he could find another hobby.
But there was... this need to make something of himself. This desire to prove that his life hadn't ended with the shearing of the sword. That he was alive. He had survived. Somehow. Against all odds. He was still alive.
And so he looked into what a future in music could be. What he really wanted to create and what path would take him there.
Composition. Big, emotional, earth-shattering, mind-bending composition. That's what he wanted. The full orchestra. The full choir. The stage lights and the ravenous crowd.
And there was really only one place he wanted to study.
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Gregor's return to New York City and the consequences of a world on the precipice of war, change his life forever.
Rated M for language & a bit of canon-typical violence/injury.