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Just a idea of when you The player (or what ever you want to be refered to) log out of your accoount and stop playing, what do you think the world of New Eridu really do?
How about the other character that arnt in the main story? what do they get up to in their lives?
(In short: These are mini fic’s to pass the time reading to, you could find your ships, find stories that you can enjoy with your favroute group of characters intracting with eachother and see meny prespectives)
Bookmarked by luisehr
21 Dec 2025
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Caesar invites Lucy out on a 'Special Date' to help her relax after working herself to exhaustion for the Leaps and Bounds Company, completely unaware of the feelings her second in command has for her, or the feelings she has for her.
Bookmarked by luisehr
14 Dec 2025
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15 chapter Yuri with rough sex tag
On chapter 5 now -
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Seth and Harumasa both needed to get apartments, so why not room together? What could go wrong? Certainly Seth’s brother nor Harumasa’s condition won’t cause trouble, right? Would be a shame if someone caught feelings n’ got hurt. This’ll be a great idea!
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It is said that dreams are simply memories, memories that the mind twists and turns as it sorts said memories away during sleep. We dream about the things we have seen, the things we have heard, and the things we have loved. Even the most terrifying and fantastical of dreams start on the basis of reality.
What happens when you are in a place filled with lucid dreaming at all times? And what happens when something amiss with Memoria leads a man with a torn and ugly past to relive fragments and pieces?
Or; Penacony never gives anyone a break, and Boothill is victim yet again to Memoria problems. Hurt/Comfort ensues.
Bookmarked by luisehr
13 Dec 2025
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PRETTY HORSE BREAKER by goobiesmoobert
Fandoms: 崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)
10 Aug 2025
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“Holy baby..” Boothill murmured to himself in awe, trying to tear his eyes away from the obvious show in front of him. The women and men dispersed after kicking in a line, going to their customers of choice. “Stupid forkin’-..”
Argenti gently reached out his hand as he leaned over the edge of the stage, taking Boothill’s chin between his fingers and making him meet his gaze. No words were said during this moment, but the tension was thick enough to be sliced with a knife. His thumb slowly brushed over Boothill’s parted-in-surprise lips and felt the small bit of hair that had been growing on his chin.
The heat of Boothill’s skin beneath Argenti’s careful fingers rose in temperature—the Adam’s apple in his throat bobbing up and down with a rough swallow. His gut twisted with butterflies as his hand gripped the top of his own thigh, bunching up a bit of the rough fabric. The breath coming out from his lips dusted across Argenti’s fingers, growing slightly shaky from the new discomfort aching in his pants.
“A-Ain’t you a.. purdy one?..” Boothill stammered.