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    In which Kanade and Akito met online from way before and became best friends. Not everyone knows, though

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    The Ross (Mis)adventure

    Feature many fandoms (for now, only Twisted), original works sometimes, and no timeline whatsoever

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  1. Public Bookmark 71

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    "Do you not put things in alphabetical order?" Sunday asks weakly, watching as March tears open a box and leaves it at her feet on the floor. His wings twitch anxiously. "Wouldn't that make it easier to find?"

    "Oh, Sunday," March laughs, reaching out to swat his arm playfully. "Around here, we just remember where things are. There's no need for any complex systems at all."

    "It might be a good idea," Himeko muses, pinching her chin thoughtfully as she gazes up at the shelves. "Well… we've already started. Nobody's ever had a problem with it before, anyway."

    Sunday bites the inside of his cheek and swallows blood.

    After destroying his own life and leaving everything behind to travel with the Astral Express, Sunday finds himself slipping into old habits.

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    12 May 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 79

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    Something is wrong.

    Sunday can tell as much from the moment he wakes up, eyes fluttering open to the soft light the Express uses to mimic morning. It's a sight he’s grown accustomed to, yet today it leaves him with a knot in his throat, with clammy palms sticking to his bedsheets. It is when he draws his first breath of the day, only to find it uneven, that an inkling of something sinks into his bones.

    He’s sick, he realizes, and with it comes the fluttering of his heart in his chest, abnormal and abrupt. A rhythm disrupted. 

    Or: Sunday gets sick, but decides to hide it, not wanting to ruin the crew's plans to go to a karaoke joint. This, of course, blows up in his face.

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    11 May 2026

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    “You’re not a bird, Sunday,” Mr Yang breaks the silence. Sunday’s eyes flick to him just in time to see him shake his head, his brow furrowed. “Nor are you flightless.”

    “Aren’t I?” he retorts. It’s too late to back out now that he’s started the conversation, now that he’s laying himself bare in front of the one person he respects most on this train. “What is it that differentiates me from an injured dove, Mr. Yang? My body might be fine, but to say the same of my mind –”

    “You’re not an injured dove either,” Mr. Yang cuts in, firm. Final. His gaze lifts from the tea, eyes blazing with something Sunday can’t name. “And even if you were, you would’ve gotten better with help.”

    Or: Five times Sunday floundered while trying to find his place on the Astral Express and the one time he felt right at home.

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    11 May 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 44

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    AKA, five things Flins does which can be explained away as one of his (many) idiosyncrasies, and one that absolutely cannot.

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    11 May 2026

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    There’s a sound itching at the back of his mind, a soft repetition that’s forcing Pure Vanilla’s eyes back open with its unfamiliarity. He mumbles a groan, pushing himself up in bed as he brushes back the hair from his forehead and reaches for the staff beside him. As his hand finds purchase, he lifts it up high and scans the room around him.

    Pure Vanilla’s vision may still be blurred from blinking back sleep, but there’s a familiar blue form seated at his dresser.

    “Shadow Milk Cookie?”

    The form turns; bright white hair sways from the movement, spilling over slender shoulders and adorned with a large blue bow. Sharp eyes peer at him, framed by an unkind smile curved in a smirk.

    “Aw,” is all but sneered. “Miss him already?”

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    06 May 2026