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Autonomous Sensory Meridian Response by HoloXam for DwarvenBeardSpores
Fandoms: Rusty Quill Gaming (Podcast)
29 Apr 2021
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Some nights, when Cel is too wired with nervous energy to come to bed, Wilde will make them a thunderstorm.
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22 Oct 2025
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I want to die like a citrus tree (but that's not a milkweed's fate) by ILovedHerAndSometimesSheLovedMeToo
Fandoms: KPop Demon Hunters (2025)
17 Oct 2025
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Mira and Zoey don’t know this yet (they will, one day soon, they will), but Rumi died for the first time the Monday after her eleventh birthday.
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Rumi inhaled, the rush of air filling her lungs, inflating that tiny balloon called hope trapped behind her ribs.
“I love you, Celine.”
The words tumbled out of her gracelessly, but so so sweetly. She waited, and all the while, that little balloon grew and grew, the plastic skin of it stretching and thinning with every second before—
“You too,” Celine said back.
‘Pop.’
“Celine,” Rumi tried again, voice shaking as tears she didn’t even know she still had left to shed began to drip down her left cheek. “Celine, I said I love you.”
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If demons (even half-demons) could kill themselves, there probably wouldn't be many left. Rumi doesn't know this, yet. She learns.
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15 Oct 2025
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Of course it's her.
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- Part 1 of October 2025
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01 Oct 2025
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“I could find him for you, you know,” she tells him.
A way to satisfy the quiet hunger rushing through her blood at all times, without harming anyone. A way to help Jon. To - help a friend. But Jon snorts quietly.
“Oh I know where he is,” he says. “I always - he doesn’t want to see me.”
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19 Sep 2025
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Oh, right. Wilde’s inn. She lives here, now, above ground and by the sea. Zolf and Wilde are both here, sleeping somewhere down the hall. Nobody above her, unless you count the ghosts in the attic that Wilde keeps on musing about.
Well. She won't be getting any sleep right now, anyways. Not with Brock’s scent following her subconscious.
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A night like many others, spent by the sea.
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14 Sep 2025

