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Between the Past and Future by Xorn
Fandoms: Limbus Company (Video Game), Library of Ruina (Video Game), Project Moon - All Media Types
26 Jul 2026
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The Past is the Past. No matter how much you learn about it, no matter how much you turn the events over in your mind, nothing can be changed. All one can do is assert that life goes on, and keep moving forward.
This is the truth that a Certain Emil Sinclair found, the philosophy that kept him sane amidst the choking smoke, and the constant whispers of a beautiful voice that beckons him to madness. He resolved to follow his Sign and seek the future, in the resolute hope that one day this hell would end.
When, shortly after being called to the past to face the Nursefather of the Ring, he finds himself promptly dropped into his childhood home nearly a decade before the Second Smoke War, Sinclair slowly comes to realize that his philosophy may need some revisions.
(OR: I got summoned to the past by my younger self, but when he didn't need me anymore, he sent me even further back in time!?)
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17 Jul 2026
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a certain sinclair's wacky adventure into the past
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Her name is Amelia Watson and her numbers are 727.
She’s the Amelia without a myth.
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- Part 1 of lucky ribbons
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04 Jul 2026
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yuri, except you're dating yourself, while you're both caring for a child you, and your best friends are also you
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Reimu wakes up in a faraway land, stripped of her powers. Her only companion is a mysterious, all-knowing voice in her head.
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Based off this Tumblr text post by s4mm4n:
God I miss the days when you could show up to a strangers farm and he’d say “Whats your name, boy?” and you’d take off your hat and hold it to your chest to better let him see your face and reply “Why I aint got one sir, on account of my mammy passed on before she could give me one” and he’d tell you he’s real damn sorry to hear that and ask what he can do for you and you’d tell him that you can’t read nor even write neither but you’re mighty good with horses and can mend them fallen fence posts what you saw on your way in and won’t ask for nothing much more than a hot meal and a warm barn to sleep in and he’d keep his wife and daughters inside but send his boy who aint for married even though his mama tells him he needs a woman out with a lantern and some stew at night and the two of you’d get to talking and he’d throw you his flask to take a swig from and watch you drinking from it while he leant against the door frame and when he finally got called back on up to the house again he’d take a sip from it too real slow-like like it weren’t the whiskey what he were tryna savorWARNING: Halfway through this story, it becomes about family loss and tuberculosis.
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27 Jun 2026
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he kept wandering
until he found something to stay for
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The Cold Wind under a Shattered Moon by P4R4D0X1532
Fandoms: Metal Gear (Video Games), RWBY, Metal Gear
10 Jul 2026
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A Weapon isn’t a tool.
(TVTropes page: https://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Fanfic/TheColdWindUnderAShatteredMoon)