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    The Technodrome did more than allow Donatello to pilot it. Now that it was destroyed and the Krang were locked away, Donnie has to struggle with these new changes, both mental and physical, to himself while trying to hide them from his brothers.

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    Various one-shots written of Lucifer and Lilith’s time ruling Hell together. Very self-indulgent fluff and lovey-dovey stuff of them. Series takes place before the events of Hazbin Hotel. First fic is strictly sfw while the second fic is strictly nsfw.

    Readers are encouraged to leave comments of prompts they’d like to see in the future!

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  1. Public Bookmark 42

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    Spamton lowered his gaze to the tiny being nestled in his palms, cradling her with trembling care.The hatchling was no bigger than a coffee mug, all soft downy feathers the colour of fresh paper. Two thin antennae, tipped in faint blue, curled up from her small forehead, quivering at every sound. When she breathed, a faint shimmer of static danced across her down, a living echo of the glow that had been inside the Pipis. Moments ago he’d had nothing; now, it felt as though he was holding the world within his hands.
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    A Spamtenna reunion in Castle Town with an added member to the family

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    18 Oct 2025

  2. Public Bookmark 94

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    Spamton’s roots were growing out. It took a while for Tenna to notice, or maybe it just took a while to happen. His body was so different now, hard plastic where there had once been soft feathers, gaping, empty sockets that had once held sharp eyes. Static and unchanging. Wounds that would have once healed with time now had to be carefully repaired and his blood was no longer a familiar, humanizing red. He was a doll in more than just appearance. And, like a doll, his hair didn’t grow. Or at least, it hadn't.

    OR: Tenna notices that Spamton's stopped dying his hair, despite how vital he knows it was to him. He tries to help without completely ruining whatever fragile truce they've managed to construct.

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    18 Oct 2025

  3. Public Bookmark 50

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    Beads of sweat can be seen forming, and her shoulders tense and ridged. “They are dead, O’ Death. Permanently, we fear.”

    Narinder simply blinks. “Is that so?”

    “Y-yes, my lord.”

    (That’s funny, because he feels very much alive right now.)

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    After a short few days trip, Narinder returns to a frantically worried flock informing him that his spouse and The Leader of the Cult, has died and was not reviving.

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    17 Oct 2025

  4. Public Bookmark 2

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    “Ughhhh… why would you give me that stuff?!” Leshy grumbled, batting away Narinder's hand, and rubbing his own cheek, a spiteful look sitting upon his brows. “I thought you said it was fun!!”

    “It was!! At least, it was when I was your age!” Narinder quickly retorted, “I snuck wine behind Shamura’s back all the time!”

    “…you liked to throw up?” Leshy narrowed his eyes at Narinder before rolling them at his brother’s sorry excuse of an explanation. “What are you, a coprophiliac?”

    “No!” Narinder corrected him, quite quickly. Clearly, the mere suggestion that he enjoyed filth grated on his nerves. “I don’t think you’d understand, you’re not cool like I was when I was a kid~”
    With a sympathetic smile, Narinder patted his lap invitingly. Even if this was his suggestion, he couldn’t help but feel guilty. “To think- I was much more trouble than you are! Aren’t you supposed to be The Bishop Of Chaos?”

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    16 Oct 2025

  5. Public Bookmark 3

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    The spiders were vicious in Silk Cradle, especially at night, and The Lamb had been sloppy. Distracted, even. Their hammer wasn’t quick enough, and they had been looking away.

    Fangs digging into their flesh was not the most of their worries, no. They had been bitten by Silk Cradle’s spiders before, had fought off the poison within an inch of their life before, had lived to kill the offender before, but this was not like before. This was not a simple poison.

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    16 Oct 2025