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edge-of-the-morning · 2 years
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podfic of smile flower written by milfgyu
There’s probably something to be said about the effect being in this industry for so long has had on his mind. Maybe when he’s way older, they’ll do a case study:
Nishimura Riki, child star and complete nutcase.
He wonders if the case study will mention Sunoo.
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edge-of-the-morning · 2 years
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podfic of close your eyes, let dreams kiss your lids by the wonderful karmasabi <333
mayumi dojima has always hated her eyes.
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edge-of-the-morning · 3 years
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podfic of Cardinal written by taiyakii
“Enough of the poetry,” Scaramouche snaps hastily, mostly to spare himself from more of this perpetual torment. “Find something better to do with your mouth.”
Kazuha pauses at that, surprise ghosting over his face as he tilts his head, and Scaramouche savors in his temporary victory, in the triumph of having caught the other off guard at last. Until--
“Is that an offer, Lord Harbinger?”
Oh.
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Or, Kazuha and Scaramouche are sleeping together. And Scaramouche absolutely, definitely, does not fall in love.
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edge-of-the-morning · 3 years
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Re: Love, written for PodTogether2021 (oops posted a bit late) in collaboration with @asthewavesdo
A study on love through different lenses.
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edge-of-the-morning · 3 years
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podfic of cuore in crescita written by contradieu
"You know if you asked, I would give it to you," Zhongli says, after a pause, when Childe doesn't make to reply.
This gets Childe to pause, breath hitching. But he carries on as normal a heartbeat later, so quickly Zhongli thinks he may have imagined that moment of hesitation. His fingers are soft as they resume their thoughtful meandering through Zhongli's hair.
"That's why I haven't," Childe says, mild and sweet as anything.
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edge-of-the-morning · 3 years
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podfic of it'll have to drown me before it can breathe easy written by luckydicekirby
Zagreus hardly sleeps anymore, but when he does, he finds his body does remember: all the ways Meg has killed him, the whip wrapped around his ankle, her heel against his throat. Thanatos’s hands cradling the back of his head, dragging him gently down.
It’s almost lonely in the house. They don’t touch him then.
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edge-of-the-morning · 3 years
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podfic of like warm water, like sand in the sun written by connections
Childe can‘t take it. Another why among all the others on his list, another thing, another human being (a god, essentially, but Childe likes to believe he can handle a god) he can‘t break into pieces, cruel boy that he is, and will into obeying him. This world belongs to him. His belongings have no right to bristle.
You can feel each other‘s element. Gods are strong. You refuse to be weak.
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edge-of-the-morning · 3 years
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podfic of cats and late night dinners
Lumine is fierce with a sword, and even fiercer when she’s staring directly at you. (Even if she has to look up to do it.) It’s a little dull, without her around to spar with him. And Childe will admit that the occasional reminder of what a decent human being acts like doesn’t hurt, either.
Maybe he should tell her, next time. Say he needs lessons on how to be a good guy just to watch her eyebrows furrow and her face scrunch the way it does when she’s trying to be intimidating. In Childe’s opinion, it’s not all that effective, considering it makes him want to squish her cheeks more often than not.
Or: When Childe sees Lumine again, she's busy chasing a cat around the harbor.
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edge-of-the-morning · 3 years
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podfic of hallelujah written by ackermanx
the fourth, the fifth.
after that, you lose count. after that, you stop dragging yourself into the cold night air when everyone is asleep, gasping into your hands on a rooftop and watching your tears hit the ground far, far below.
after that, it's easier to convince yourself that you're a monster and you deserve the crushing guilt, the delicious taste of someone else's pain.
you'll never be able to eat sweets the same way again.
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edge-of-the-morning · 3 years
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podfic of a guiding light written by catterypeeler
something is missing. you do not remember what. there is only you, and the wind, and the sunlight. this is alone.
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edge-of-the-morning · 3 years
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podfic of things you can't feel written by connections
He likes to be the living object everyone hates and everyone uses and everyone has made out to be a liar that can‘t keep his mouth shut. Cruel clumsy hands at the Tsaritsa‘s mercy. A body left behind.
What you can and can‘t see.
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edge-of-the-morning · 3 years
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podfic of what doesn't kill you makes your kiss taste better written by crownsandbirds
Someone asked him once what running felt like. He’d answered, ‘the same as breathing’, in a rush of impossible honesty.
Running doesn’t feel like anything. Running feels like running. It feels like his entire life. It feels like breathing. It’s breathing, living, it’s what Kakeru exists for, what he does
Kakeru kisses two boys in different moments of his life and thinks about running.
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edge-of-the-morning · 3 years
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podfic of song of salvation by onceabluemoon
‘’That,’’ Gramps says, pointing at the larger building, ‘’Is the shrine of the Hinokami Tanjiro. If there’s ever a demon on the premises you can’t handle, you hide here. Not in your bedroom, not in the peach orchard, and most certainly not just beyond this gate. You hide inside the building. It might be your only chance of survival. And don’t bother trying this with the shrines of other gods- only the Hinokami will protect you from demons.’’
Zenitsu gulps.
Then, Gramps leads him to the small shrine beside the larger one. Softly, he speaks: ‘’This is our Lady Nezuko, the patron goddess of the lonely and abandoned. She must love you very much, if she brought you onto my path.’’
Zenitsu is in awe of her.
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edge-of-the-morning · 3 years
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podfic of revelation of reason
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edge-of-the-morning · 3 years
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podfic of the sea it swells like a sore head  by trell
Lying underneath the spreading shadow of the Birdcage, hands bound, Trafalgar Law is twenty-six and yet thirteen again: alone, deserted even by his voice.
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edge-of-the-morning · 3 years
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podfic of pools by yoonbot 
Wonwoo was born in the midst of a typhoon.
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edge-of-the-morning · 3 years
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Podfic of this is my body and soul here by chenjun
“Childe,” Zhongli says, “would you like to form a contract with me?"
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