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The room is too bright.
It’s quaint, in a nauseating sort of way. Polished floors glint from the gleaming honeycomb chandeliers overhead, make him squint. A few vases sprinkled here and there, filling the room with a sickeningly sweet scent – even a waffle-cone headrest framing the silken sheets of a neatly-tucked bed. Outside, the golden sun gleams, the gentle rays of light spilling past curtains that waver in the afternoon breeze.
It's meant to be beautiful. Luxurious. Welcoming.
With one sweep of his cane, Shadow Milk tears it apart.
[[ Completed ]]
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- Part 1 of Jamma Jambound's SDVN works
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19 May 2026
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In the midst of Tilsit negotiations Napoleon has a relaxing bath.
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16 May 2026
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random yelan smut
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11 May 2026
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Powerless In The Hands of Pain by seleniumx_lover
Fandoms: Gachiakuta (Anime), Gachiakuta (Manga)
29 Jan 2026
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Zanka had turned back around as well, still in a state of shock. He stared at the sink and the cabinet. Blood lining the shelves and leaky tap. Bandages draped over the pain killers, spilled across multiple items. A razor sat displayed on top of a blood soaked tissue.
“I.. What…?”
Zanka spun around to stare at Rudo.
The boy he had never truly loved, but never truly disliked. The boy he saw as his little brother, the boy he fought with. The kid. The 15 year old.——————
OR, Rudo gets caught self-harming.
(Author’s first fic, don’t judge 🥹)
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27 Apr 2026
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Three months of dating usually meant a lot of things — kissing, holding hands, going out on proper dates. Even just simple stuff like hugging goodbye or sitting a little too close on the couch. Jabber knew their relationship was… odd, to say the least. They didn’t really do any of that. No casual touches, no soft kisses, none of the things people normally brag about when they hit the 3-month mark. But they did spend time together. A lot of it. Late nights talking until his phone died, walking across campus side by side, sharing food without asking, like it was second nature. Jabber had always just assumed Zanka was the type who needed time — someone slow with intimacy, someone careful. He never pushed. He trusted that what they had was real, even if it didn’t look like everyone else’s.
So when their three-month anniversary went wrong, Jabber couldn’t fix it. Worse, he felt foolish for ever thinking there had been a label to begin with.
Edit: DO NOT PUT MY WORK THROUGH AI, OR POST THIS SOMEWHERE ELSE!!! I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION AS THIS IS MY OWN ORIGINAL WORK, I WILL GET YOU IF YOU DO.
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27 Apr 2026