[non-magic! AU] It's an ordinary world, and some things are different, but other things are exactly the same.

Or the story of how alternate! Tenma became a member of the calligraphy club... and a reminder that changing the tool doesn't necessarily change the trade.

[AE] It wasn't like Haru could neatly take himself out of Kai's life after Toukoku-kai.

He could think almost callously now. How stupid it all was. How he still had to partake in it, because he still had that bare, animalistic, desire to survive. How he could have been speeding up the process of tin refinement back in Bangka and sparing his people some grief – if they weren't all like the rest of the world, looking at them like monsters, weapons good only to destroy.

[poetry collection] Because they're no longer your secrets to tell.

As he drowns, everything fades away but white.

He skates his best when he shuts out the crowd, when they escape his senses. But it's hard to capitalise on that in the grand stage. Five senses... and even if they were all gone, there was simply knowing he was performing for an audience to battle - but he wanted the international stage too badly to give into self-destruction and stop.

Kyoutarou wants to learn how to play mahjong. And the president has prescribed the role to Yuuki and so she'll either chase him away or teach him... And how did romance and tacos and a pair of demon sisters come into the equation? ...well, Saki always had been part of the equation.

[S1 AT] Viktor is lonely, and Yuuri has lost his best friend. In a moment, they meet on ice thousands of miles apart - and then the five-time World Champion disappears from public view. Yuuri, who'd been ready to retire, realises he can't give up quite yet, but how does he reach a man that far closer and more vocal people can't?

Thinking about her opponents in the Nationals final has Saki's thoughts swirling around... but of course the thoughts go somewhere.

[Digimon Frontier/Occultic;Nine] Death is like a brick wall. But sound can get through that wall. And there's also a nine day window when sound becomes a physical thing, and when things that weren't said and done before can occur. For Kouji, who barely knew his brother, this was his one and only chance he never thought he'd get.

[Occultic;Nine] Yuuta woke up to a world that was familiar to everything but his body, because he'd been watching and listening in all that time.

[Sakurada Reset] Even ordinary inanimate things can gain a defining existence from which they can't escape again.

Even those content to watch the world pass them by had some things that spurred them into action - and others that made them flee in terror.

[Chaos; Child] They thought it was over. It wasn't. SPOILERS FOR EPISODE 7!

It's quiet before and after, but all of them scream and shine during their swan songs.

It would be their greatest concert. That, they promised. But they hadn't realised what it would take - what it would cost them.

It began in the year 1973…or 1972 as most people now claimed. The triggering incident, they said. The death of the honour roll student that doomed generations to come.

If the archbishop of pride, who's lived his life out on the other side of the waterfall to be the small increase in odds she can bet upon, can increase Emilia's chances of survival from one in a million to one in a thousand, then Puck has no choice but to accept him.

[AT] In which Shirou Emiya dies before the war truly begins, but things find a way of happening anyway.

[part of the Dual Heart series] Vivio is a picture of innocence, but Nanoha knows that fate won't be so kind to them to continue this. Not while she bears a red device and Vivio a yellow. Not when Nanoha thinks she knows why Vivio's device has been born.

The name Natsuki Subaru is a curse.

[post S3] He wondered if there was a world where his drawing hadn't gone public. Or where he hadn't chosen to draw that design at all. Or he'd remembered to take it out of his notebook. Anything that would have stopped that downwards spiral. And then he wondered if there was also a world where something had happened later down the track to take him right back.

It was an empty place: deserted like the haunted church they made it out to be, and that was fine with her. She would be the ghost.

She watches the fingers dance like flowers, from shadow into sun.