CalendulaDreams
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Let’s Hunt Ghosts by CalendulaDreams
Fandoms: ジョジョの奇妙な冒険 | JoJo no Kimyou na Bouken | JoJo's Bizarre Adventure
28 Sep 2025
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Giorno Giovanna has a dream- a dream to help ghosts pass on into the afterlife.
But after an encounter with some ghosts, he finds himself wrapped up in a mystery much bigger than he ever imagined, one he's not sure he can untangle. Will he succeed in helping these ghosts get clarity and justice, or will he find it even harder to let go in the end?
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Everyone at Gottfried Ballet knows Zanka will get the lead. He’s perfect—with beautiful lines, flawless technique, relentless discipline.
But perfection has a cost.
Jabber starts noticing the things no one else seems to see. The bandages, the exhaustion, and the way Zanka pushes himself long past the point of breaking. The more he sees, though, the harder it is to look away.
After all, angels are most beautiful right before they fall.
JANKA BALLET AU
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Enjin was as straight as a drag strip, a simple creature who lived for illegal racing, his cool life called a mechanical engineering student, and a wardrobe that consisted of the same three rotating hoodies. His world revolved entirely around grease, gasoline, and girls.
So. Well, uhhm.
Why does a pretty boy with long white hair who blackmailed him in his 10:00 am class make him so confused?
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20 Mar 2026
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I’m in so much awe I think I might spontaneously combust from love and adoration this is so so beautiful I love you so much 💖💖💖💖💖 your doing the Tamjin fans a blessing
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It's been a few days since Zanka's second encounter with Jabber. The healing process has been a little different from the first time, and Zanka is finding it more and more difficult to keep Jabber off his mind. Something about the venom in his claws...
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Zanka's addicted to Jabber muahaha
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“You dressed up for me, didn’t you?”
The prince flushed instantly—cheeks warm, ears turning red beneath the fall of gold in his hair.
“I—I did not,” he managed, far too quickly.
The stranger froze.
Only for a blink. A breath.
And then—He howled. A laugh tore from his chest—loud and wild. Not the sly little chuckle he usually exhaled, but something full-bodied and absolutely delighted.
“You—you actually did!” he gasped, clutching his stomach as if the absurdity physically hurt him. “Oh, witches, I was only teasing! I didn’t think—oh, you dumb, dumb prince!”
Pure Vanilla, still very much crimson-faced, crossed his arms lightly, trying—and failing—not to let the corner of his mouth twitch.
“I did not dress up for you,” he repeated, softer this time.
The thief wiped the corner of his eye, breath hitching between the remains of his laughter. “Oh, please, don’t lie to me now, little prince. I’m already touched.” He sat up straighter, juggling his half-eaten apple as if he was a jester in mid act. “You waltzed into the woods looking almost like a bride, I mean! Witches! You’ve got enough metal on you to ransom a kingdom!"
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- Part 6 of My Cookie Works
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The God of Deceit was once a god who danced through truth like a flame through old parchment—destructive, beautiful, inevitable. But that was before the fae turned their backs. Before they bound him in this tree, with chains etched in runes that gnawed through flesh and soul alike.
Now he is stillness. Now he is silence. Now he is Shadow Milk—the god no one remembers, watching the world like a man at the bottom of a well watches the light too far above to reach.
And so he waits.
Through the thin membrane of reality, where the veil is weakest, he sees the world. He sees the golden fields stretching in humble simplicity, dotted with the flicker of sheep. He sees the hill, where wildflowers bloom with such audacity they seem to challenge the sky.
And there, in the middle of it all—white as a breath, still as a prayer—is the shepherd. Pure Vanilla.
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Pure Vanilla thinks of his flock as he dies. He thinks of Dandelion. He thinks of warm bread and honey. Of sun on his face. Of the feeling of grass beneath his feet.
Death is not merciful, it is not quick.
The shepherd bleeds, and The God of Deceit does not intervene.
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- Part 4 of My Cookie Works
- Part 1 of Deceit's Sacrificial Lamb Works
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23 Feb 2026
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Boy what the fuck I’m reading ur entire discography I don’t even care anymore