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“I’ve missed you.”
The words are ones that Collei doesn’t particularly hate in and of itself. On their own, they’re sweet. Until Mondstadt—and by extension, Sumeru—they were words that Collei never thought she would ever hear. At least, not directed towards her. They imply that she holds importance, and most important to her self-esteem, is loved.
But, that drawl. That low timbre that carries memories of nothing but agony and pure fear. They are words Collei never wants to hear from him.
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Dead dove: do not eat
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14 Jul 2026
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These two have stolen my every thought and spot as favorite ship. I have always liked them but now I am obsessed. As for the name of his fic: mehr (also spelled mahr) is an Islamic concept, it is a mandatory gift or payment from the groom to the bride specified in the marriage contract, and it belongs entirely and irrevocably to her. It is a religious and legal requirement in Islamic marriage. it is practiced in Arab, Persian, South Asian, and Central Asian Muslim communities.
Rated E. You've been warned.
"How long," Feofan said.
"Two hundred and seventeen years," Zandik said. "Give or take."
Feofan looked at the henna book, open on the table. At the ribbon marking a specific page.
"And the pattern," he said.
"One hundred and forty."
Feofan closed his eyes. Behind his eyelids the room glowed amber. The smoke from the hookah moved through the warm air and settled around him like something that had been waiting a very long time to do exactly this.
"You are," he said, very carefully, "the most deranged man who has ever lived."
"Yes," Zandik said.
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12 Jul 2026
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"How much, exactly, do you need?" the Regrator finally asked. The question carried the begrudging, quiet defeat of a man who knew he was about to break his own strictest financial rules for the sake of an obsession.
"Everything you could possibly invest here," Dottore replied, his voice an insatiable murmur. A bottomless pit of ambition, a hunger that no amount of Mora could ever truly satisfy. "I'll suck you dry if you choose to fund this experiment."
It was Pantalone's turn to let out a low, amused laugh. "My bank account, or my vitality?"
"Why would you ever assume it has to be one or the other?"
To a man who viewed the human body as nothing more than a highly complex biochemical system of resource inputs and energetic outputs, the distinction was entirely irrelevant.
"Interpret it however you wish, so long as the check clears..." Sliding the heavy parchment across the polished surface of the table with an effortless flick of his wrist, he left the document open to the page of interest, waiting for the banker to sign his portion. "But, my dear friend, you know perfectly well I meant neither."
"My, Doctor... I'm not sure I can afford it."
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- Part 1 of The Kinetics of Rot and Renewal
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12 Jul 2026
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A Gift Sweeter Than Rose Custard by drboobleck
Fandoms: 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game)
27 Jun 2026
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Layla took a deep breath to steady her nerves and asked, “Lady Yae?”
“Yes, little Layla?” her lover responded, absentmindedly rubbing her hand up and down Layla’s arm.
“May I give you your birthday present now?” Layla asked, turning her face into Miko’s chest to hide her deep blush. The older woman smelled good and her skin was soft; but Layla did not get to enjoy those sensory pleasures for more than a moment as Yae Miko laughed lightly, taking Layla’s chin in her hand and turning her face up to look into her eyes.
“And what present could compare to the gift that is you, little one?” Miko teased, a sparkle in her eyes.
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10 Jul 2026
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Pantalone had always regarded Zandik platonically, transactionally. Nothing more than polite admiration for his ambition and intellect, an intimate understanding of his work habits, in order to plan around his eccentricities accordingly. She never thought she would succumb to professional entanglements until a new segment was made. A female Dottore.
"If I didn't know any better," Dottore said lowly, "I'd think you're propositioning me."
Pantalone paused, smiling. Her hand stilled from where she was tracing a feather-light line down her nape. Dottore's skin was prickled with goosebumps. Cute.
"And if I am?"
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- Part 2 of passionate feozan word salad
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