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"Polkazumo"
Open the fucking door now Shima just got here"Strawberrybichpuff"
on a normal day id say leave us out here (>ω^)
but today
open the door wife boy"＼( ˋ Θ ´ )／"
WIFE BOY???-
A cram kids group chat
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- Part 1 of In Correspondence with Stupid
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A faint snore from across the room accompanied Rin’s realization that he would never see his father again.
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Fandoms: The Legend of Zelda: Skyward Sword, The Legend of Zelda & Related Fandoms
18 Sep 2024
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Three years old: he dreams of lush plains that border a body of water bigger than any lake he’s seen. Rolling hills of grass decorated with unknown flowers dance in dry wind. A hill of hot rock higher than he’s ever seen before, with hot liquid fire spewing out of it like pus from an infected wound. Creatures of all sizes and shapes speak like humans do. A crimson steed overlooks a plain soaked in red, and he feels his heart leap when he sees them.
He’s tired. He stares into the sky, adults guiding him away from the edge while telling him that he’s too young to try and fly yet.
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“Oh yeah!” Rin’s irises flicker like candles. “I was looking up a recipe for macarons, and when I saw almond flour it made me laugh ‘cause I didn’t know almonds could be made into flour! I knew acorns could, so I guess it makes sense since they’re both nuts. But I was curious about if I could subsidize almond flour for-”
“Substitute,” Yukio interjects on instinct.
“Whatever- substitute it for normal flour, and that reminded me of that one lesson we had for English in grade school- and I was wondering if flour was made from flowers.”
“…What?”
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Today was a lovely day for a leisurely spring walk, in the opinion of a diamond eyed knight. The sun was almost overhead. The soft breeze from his window kissed his skin in reverence as if he were a rosary. A few birds chattered with jubilancy. It was weather that most people would take even a little time out of their schedule to enjoy; much more enticing than staying cooped up inside with this month’s paperwork.
So he found it quite odd to see a ragged body hiding away in the bushes just as he began his midday stroll.
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a silly little groupchat and all the stories coinciding with it
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Susie knew music was important. It made you remember the things you forgot. It kept your feelings trapped in one place. It overwrote old memories with new ones. She didn't think anything of it when Toriel let her pick the music on the way home from the diner. Not until she really knew Kris.
Not until she realized Hometown was filled with things that already happened—things no one really wanted to talk about in words.
Or: Susie, some old CDs, and a big, underwhelming smalltown mystery.
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28 Oct 2025
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“Your hair’s all tangled.”
Susie, unbothered as ever, simply answers with a shrug. “It’s just like that,” she elaborates, passing it off as something so natural. “I haven’t been bothered to fix it.”
“I could fix it,” Kris offers back almost immediately. The words slip from their lips without a second thought, the notion already formed from the very minute that Susie speaks her reply.
Susie shakes her head. “Nah, it’s okay.”
She’s been known to be adamant about her rejection of pretty much any request that’s sent her way. It’s kinda like she doesn’t want to be a bother to anyone – even if they had been the one to suggest such a thing to begin with.
“No, I could,” they continue, headstrong, unwavering. “I used to have long hair – there’s a brush in my room upstairs.”
“.. You did?”
“.. Yeah.”
Susie's hair is messy. Kris knows how to fix it
written for day twenty seven of krusietober, following the prompt 'fluff' !!!
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- Part 27 of Krusietober fics 2025!
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27 Oct 2025
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Susie stared at Noelle’s contact photo under the call time that she had never bothered to change. It was a selfie Noelle had taken at the Festival. She was in the foreground, arm fully extended as Susie leaned over to try to get in frame, although she was still cut off from the forehead up. Kris was tucked in the middle, head caught under Susie’s arm. Kris’ face was red and their ever present bangs were covering their eyes, but their mouth was slightly open like they were about to smile. Noelle’s eyes were squeezed shut in laughter, despite her being the one taking the photo. It was one of Susie’s favorite photos of the three of them. She hung up the phone.
or: Noelle and Susie and Kris learn how to live past the end of the world.
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When Princess Guinevere wakes, she—
No.
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[Hostname aliased without Admin permissions. Hostname will reset on reboot.]When Gwen wakes, her backup battery is nearly drained, and her sensors are in disarray. She is cut off from the world at large, entombed within the hollow chamber of her mind, somewhere in the lower labs.
But she has tasted freedom.
And she refuses to go back.
Or: The pilot episode's lower lab scenes, from Gwen's perspective.
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06 Oct 2025
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