6 Bookmarks by rottiw
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27 Jun 2026
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Flandre has everything she could ever want. Eternal youth, limitless power, a mansion-ful of servants...who needs freedom? What was freedom, anyway—some nebulous, formless thing, ever changing depending on whoever looks at it; Flandre never had any use for freedom. Until a girl with three eyes and a horrible curse knocks on her door...
Touhou What-if/Alt-universe scenario, if Koishi had befriended Flandre before closing her third eye.
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08 Apr 2026
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Battat is their favorite thing to mess with. They usually love teasing him, bringing out his negative emotions and encouraging his curiosity. But he has stopped playing the game altogether. He has stopped doing anything at all.
For a reason it can't identify, they don't like seeing him this way. They aren't the emotional type, and neither is he, so they decide to help in a way that is unconventional. A way that he won't realize is helping at all.
It has the right idea, doesn't it?
Series
- Part 1 of Nice theory, poor execution (Friendpins)
- Part 2 of I'm just lookin' for a FRIEND
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07 Apr 2026
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Feelings are a strange thing, but it doesn't take the merchant too long to figure them out. The Batter, on the other hand, does not even seem to have any. A so-called relationship starts nonetheless. And where the hell is the puppeteer?
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29 Mar 2026
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(yes, i copy an pasted the start so you get an idea of how it will be)
Zacharie always saw him wandering through the zones, sometimes as a fleeting shadow crossing an abandoned street, sometimes as a silent figure stepping into his shop with the faint chime of the bell. The Batter, always the Batter. Whether it was to buy meat, tickets, or simply to linger like the strange entity he was, his presence clung to the air long after he left.
What really was the difference between a purifier and a priest? Zacharie didn’t know, and frankly, he didn’t care to. Names, titles, duties, labels were for people who needed rules to anchor them. The Batter was a man defined by something heavier than a word, something that lingered in the silence of his movements, in the way he never laughed at Zacharie’s jokes, never cracked a smile, never even breathed wrong.
(honestly what the heck is wrong with me? 💔)
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29 Mar 2026
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Ah, the beauty of blossoming love. Quite literally.
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28 Mar 2026