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Tenna could hear the kitchen. The clatter of plates. The deep rumble of Asgore’s voice, rising—then flattening into something hoarse. Toriel’s sharper. Less like a yell, more like a scab picked sore too many times. Kris would wander in, shoulders stiff, and press their cheek to the static. Sometimes, if the TV was warm from recent use, the glass would fog. They’d breathe slow. Not watching anything. Just being close.
He’d glow soft blue beneath them. He always kept his volume low. Just enough to give them something steady. He thought of himself, in those times, as a nightlight. Something for a scared kid to feel near when they didn’t want to cry.
And then, sometimes, Kris would draw.
Little stick figures with marker right on the screen. Green for themselves. Brown for Noelle. Big loopy lines for antlers. Red for Dess. a big triangle with gashing spikes . Toriel would scold them gently when she caught them, but she never got angry. She’d say, “Markers are for paper,” and Kris would shrug and say “Okay,” and do it again next week.
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ode to the cathode
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08 Oct 2025
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There was this day—cold, late March, wind still mean—that stuck in Noelle’s mind like a grain of rice behind the gums.
She’d ducked into the corner store after school. Her mom didn’t like her going there, said the magazines by the register were trash and the cashier had too many piercings. But Noelle wanted a soda. Something sweet, just for her.
Kris and Susie were there already. Neither of them saw her. They were standing by the fridges in the back, heads close together. Susie was laughing at something Kris said. Kris’s hands were in their pockets, a little hunched, but their shoulders relaxed in that way they never were around anyone else.
And it was nothing. It was two people in a corner store. They weren’t touching, weren’t kissing, weren’t anything. But it was everything.
Noelle left without the soda.
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noelle watches from the sidelines
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01 Oct 2025
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"Stop calling me kid. We're practically the same age."
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15 Aug 2025
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He watched Kourai jump—and land wrong.
There wasn’t any sound when it happened. Not really. Just a strange folding motion in Kourai’s leg, and then the camera jerking toward the floor. By the time they caught the frame again, he was sitting down, not moving. Trainers ran in. Fukuro dropped to a crouch beside him, already unstrapping the ankle brace.
Sachirou sat very still.
(In which Hoshiumi ruptures his Achilles tendon and spends the summer in Nagano juggling lamb bottles and rehab bands.)
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- Part 5 of the paris 24 season
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25 Jun 2025
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“How’s Poland?”
It’s a first-week-in-a-new-country type of question. Wakatoshi has been in Poland for four months, and this is the first time they’re speaking.
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24 Jun 2025