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    In the aftermath of what should have been the end of the world, an angel digs his nails into the bruised flesh over his most devoted servant’s heart.

    Sharp feather-like tendrils peel from his skin in thin glowing curves. They sink into the cooling body beneath him, sliding through abused muscle and broken bone, latching on to the countless metal threads already woven throughout. They slip past the brain stem, flutter in the mess of gray and white matter, coil around a crumpled unwelcome thing. They push it out with a revulsive squelch.

    And the angel says, “I don’t recall giving you permission to die, Bluesummers.”

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    12 Jan 2026

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    “You look like a corpse, it’s disgusting,” Rerir spat. They were pressed against one another, chest to chest with Rerir’s hand wrenched in Flins hair.

    At this, Flins laughed. “In a way, I suppose I am.”

     

    UPDATE: NEW CHAPTER NOW WITH RESOLVED SEXUAL TENSION

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    21 Sep 2025

  3. Rec 87

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    “You believe this to be a dream?"

    Phainon freezes. He doesn’t look up at Nanook. “It is a dream,” he spits out. “A nightmare."

    “Is it?”

    Phainon’s pulse pounds in his ears. “It is. You can’t harm me here.”

    “Harm you?”

    Phainon’s gaze is inexorably drawn upwards as Nanook moves. A slow tilt of their head, leaning to the side, until their cheekbone rests against the edge of Dawnmaker. Right where Phainon had drawn that tiny drop of blood at the cost of millions of years of suffering.

    “You brought Us a beautiful Destruction. Since the beginning, no one has left a mark on this vessel. Other than you. Harm is not Our objective. We are only…intrigued.”

    Amphoreus is saved. Everyone is alive. Lygus and Irontomb are defeated. All is well…except for Phainon’s persistent nightmares of a certain Aeon – visions he’s no longer sure are just nightmares, but instead something far darker. But despite how the torment of Destruction lingers, Phianon does not suffer alone.

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    30 Aug 2025

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    “Son, calm down.” Nanook finally spoke up.

    Everyone immediately straightened up except for the teenager who looked angrier, if that was possible.

    “Don’t call me son!”

    “Are you still mad that Luxbane got to sit in the passenger’s seat on our way here?”

    “I am not mad at that! Who even cares about that?!”

    “I do,” murmured Luxbane from the side.

    Luxbane is ignored and Gorgo writes ‘middle child?’ with the lion pen her sweet child had gifted her.

    A modern AU where Gorgo is a well-known family therapist who meets her new clients aka the “family” in question is Phainon with Nanook and the Lord Ravagers. Oh, and while PhaiDei are hooking up on the side, Phainon's "family" are secretly taking turns to meet his boyfriend.

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    30 Aug 2025

  5. Rec 50

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    Under the gaze of eternal light, a fading sun is eclipsed by the silhouette of a hefty man.

    “Deliverer, your blows are weaker as of late. Why?” In response, the usually chipper and sharp-tounged man is oddly quiet.

    Phainon’s internal excuses for his feebleness are clear: training harder than ever, stretching himself thinner than a golden thread, forgetting needs as basic as eating…wait, when was the last meal he had? Deep down, however, he knows his exhaustion - and related symptoms - goes far beyond physical inadequacies. Of course, he decides to play his emotions off again.

    “Weaker? Mydei, were you n-” Before a taunt could force its way out, his stomach finishes his sentence with a mortifying growl. It makes a smaller sound soon after: perhaps due to the queasiness under the heat of a molten glare.

    “Get up.” The lift of Mydei’s heel only mildly relieves the pressure in Phainon’s chest. “Go bandage your wounds and bathe; meet me at my quarters afterwards.” Many thoughts - primarily of confusion - race through Phainon’s head.

    “Oh? You don’t plan to join me on the walk there?” Mydei huffs.

    “HKS, our evening meal won’t cook itself.” Huh? “You can’t fight well on an empty stomach.”

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