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The cottage was not the real world. Now Ilya has to go back to the real world.
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1981 — The only constant is change. The story remains the same. The book has been written, and written, and written with the same iron words.
Amid the repeating, Aldo returns home.
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29 Mar 2026
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More incessant memories stick as he scours at the delicate flesh bridging the gaps between each finger: rock beaches, a red plastic bucket to go digging in the silty, black sand—the sound of nightsong amid maple and hemlock, carpeted by fireflies fizzing amid the grass
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“Laurent,” Auguste says, “why are we in Akielos? And what is he doing here?”
Ten years after the battle of Marlas, Auguste wakes up.
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A Belated Confession by Prim_the_Amazing
Fandoms: 人渣反派自救系统 - 墨香铜臭 | The Scum Villain's Self-Saving System - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù
19 Mar 2026
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He comes home. The Grand House yawns large and empty as always, and he disappears into it like a man slipping into a crevice. He makes his way through the dark, not bothering to light any lanterns--
In his sitting room a talisman flares to life with a burst of qi. Enough light to reveal Shen Qingqiu, seated at an angle so that he’s looking directly at the front door. There's a cup of tea and a teapot on the table, both looking cold and abandoned. How long has he been sitting there?
“How. Dare. You.”
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Shen Qingqiu has a bone to pick with Yue Qingyuan regarding a letter.
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- Part 31 of Scum Villain Drabbles
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bitterness on a tongue by lanternglass
Fandoms: 人渣反派自救系统 - 墨香铜臭 | The Scum Villain's Self-Saving System - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù
09 Jun 2025
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Liu Mingyan and Ning Yingying, watching Shen Qingqiu.
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26 Mar 2026
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Liu Mingyan, with her brother both a corpse left behind in the past and a ghost over her shoulder, thinks of Luo Binghe’s years as Shen Qingqiu’s disciple in terms of the way he’d been a pale and beaten thing walking barefoot over thorns, learning to cast on masks