ngoc_serarosiedraron

[2SET/TchaiBrett] Across Time [Trans/Vie]•• Author: herlingling08 [AO3]https://archiveofourown.org/works/41863242/chapters/105048867•• Trans: SeraRosieDraron---------Năm 2022 - Tchaikovsky và Shostakovich tay trong tay tản bộ tới quán cà phê yêu thích của họ. Trước cả khi Tchaikovsky nghe thấy bản Melodie mà gã có thể nhận ra, gã thấy Brett đang chơi đàn ở quảng trường thị trấn. Một dòng chảy ký ức tràn đến khiến gã choáng ngợp, trong khi suy nghĩ xem nên tiến tới ngọn lửa đã bị đánh mất từ lâu của mình, hay nên tiếp tục với Shosty, người yêu mến gã.---------The year is 2022 - Tchaikovsky and Shostakovich walk arms intertwined to their favorite coffee shop. Not before Tchaikovsky hears a Melodie he recognizes, and finds Brett playing in the town square. A flood of memories overwhelm him as he contemplates whether to approach his long lost flame, or continue on with Shosty who adores him.None of these characters are of my own, but are a reference to other well known characters. Their actions are fictitious and are merely from my imagination." None of these characters are of my own, but are a reference to other well known characters. Their actions are fictitious and are merely from my imagination. "…

-bonneville

my fckin' disgusting showroom, where i show my moodnói là triển lãm thì có hơi bị phóng đại, hay cứ gọi đây là exhibition cũng được, nhỉ?my exhibition link: //𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔣𝔲𝔰𝔢𝔡.𝔰𝔲𝔫𝔰𝔢𝔱.𝔠𝔬𝔪…

AxolotlThePink

Centuries ago, a cataclysm known as the Lament shattered civilization. From its wake came the Tacet Discords - monstrous beings born of twisted resonance, roaming across lands where nature and ruin now coexist in uneasy silence. Humanity survived, but only as fragments, scattered among fortress-cities and settlements built upon the bones of the old world.Here, the Resonators walk. They are the few who can harness frequency, bend Echoes to their will, and stand against Discords where ordinary weapons fail. Their strength is a gift - and a burden - for the resonance that grants them power ties them to mysteries older than the Lament itself.And now...Y/N awakens in the heart of this broken world. With no memory, no name to anchor them, only the vibration of resonance thrumming in their chest. They do not know why they were chosen, nor what role they are meant to play. But their presence ripples outward, unsettling the fragile balance, pulling fate into motion.…