CherryCkazka2003
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Twisted Wonderland Dorm and Villain Backstory by CherryCkazka2003
Fandoms: Twisted-Wonderland (Video Game)
05 Dec 2024
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I wrote this in two and a half hours after midnight, don't @me for the shitty spacing. PRAYING my family doesn't find this. Read the tags or the title.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 1,117
- Chapters:
- 1/?
- Kudos:
- 8
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- 175
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Adam's blow kills Alastor, who wakes back in the hell of 1933. With his powers still bound by his deal, Alastor sets out to regain them - only to end up becoming the new nanny for Princess Charlotte.
That's alright though. Doing things the same way as before would be boring, after all!Series
- Part 1 of Haven't Been the Same Since I Expired
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Various instances of characters having low sanity and how they react to it.
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Pelagia was once again being moved to a new cage, she was used to this by now.
They see her as something pretty and buy her, only to find out the seller omitted the fact she would sting anyone who came close. She would once again be sold with the same detail omitted, over and over.
This time was going to be the same, she thought.
She was proven wrong when her cage was not the only one in her new ”home”.or
my OC is added to the circus.
All chapters marked with a * contain a link to art in my tumblr, art of Pelagia ofc.Series
- Part 1 of From The Sea
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What if pierrot was saved by a human who didnt act like one? Aka, pierrot, who didn't really interact with humans much before, meets neurodivergent one
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Not the Hunger Revealing by BenignCharybdis
Fandoms: The Freak Circus (Visual Novel), Assassin's Creed - All Media Types
20 May 2026
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This might as well happen.
It’s a thought Desmond has more often than not. Not resignation and not acceptance, either. Just pattern recognition, simple and predictable:
the world breaks, he shows up, and things get messy before they get better.
This is how it’s always happened.
Then, within a single blink, something is breathing against the back of his neck. Warm, steady, and far too close. He turns to a blur of white and black and red, to the screeching drag of breath that isn’t quite human and doesn’t bother pretending to be, either. For a moment, neither of them move. Then—
“Hey,” Desmond says, voice rough with sleep. “Personal space.”
The shape pauses. Tilts.
Pierrot, he’s learned, does that when he’s thinking.
Series
- Part 1 of Desmond Miles and his 6 feral tigers