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Azure and Two Time have a sleepover. When Azure falls asleep, Two Time feels relaxed enough to let their mind wander to places it shouldn't. They feel horrible, but...
or: an alternate perspective to one of my kinktober one shots
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- Part 2 of The Azuretime Freakening Multiverse
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01 Jun 2026
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Two Time holds their lover one last time, and, as the adrenaline of their responsibility runs its course, finds themself regretting.
or:A brief moment stretched into an eternity by dread and flashes of memory, only ever pulled forward by a lingering duty to see this ritual until the end. Because, after everything is said and done, all that Two Time has left is their duty.
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23 May 2026
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You live a rather quiet life out on the countryside, or at least you try to. Recently, a mysterious, shrouded figure has made themselves present in your life, and they seem to take pleasure in turning your world upside-down.
But you haven't made it this far by backing down from a challenge, you aren't someone to be walked over. You'll find a way to even the playing field again.
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Stories of those trapped in the realm.
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- Part 2 of Tales of The Damned
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30 Apr 2026
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Two Time has wronged Azure. They know this. The fact haunts them, so much so that it manifests itself in this twisted afterlife in a jagged, creeping form that looms taller than any shadow against the trees.
The Spawn has wronged Azure. The evidence is in the black, spiny column of their wings, the cold glow of their halo, the tremble in their iris when he takes their first life from them as easily as plucking the petals from a flower. Whoever is in control of this place entertains Two Time's delusions, the mere idea that they might have been right to sacrifice him on that snowy day eons and eons ago.
They circle each other, lost in the rhythm and heat of these rounds, like microdosing on reunion and revenge. Like petals fluttering along the wind. They love me not, they love me...
So it only feels natural to reach for each other as the other survivors fall. Searching for answer. For something. His hand wraps around that tattered wing. A physical manifestation of all that he loathes to look in the eyes and all that he once, naively, held dear.
A representation of what Two Time holds dear to them, now.