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“Yes, well,” Audrey brushes off her knees as she moves to the next body, “we all have to debase ourselves in this line of work sooner or later. You can’t keep your hands clean forever, Lady Margaret—perhaps you should invest in a sturdy pair of gloves.”
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"What's wrong with you," Dismas wheezes, eyes stinging. He's choked up on something he isn't keen on analyzing, teetering on the verge of ill-timed laughter. It's only Reynauld's grip that keeps him from slumping to his side. "Tryin' to convert a man on his deathbed. Yer a real bastard."
Dismas can't even tell if he's offended or not. The thought of salvation puts a tight feeling like heartburn in his chest. Kneeling in front of an altar never much felt like redemption to him; he'd just dirty a rosary.
[Dismas is bleeding out. Reynauld copes in the only way he knows how.]
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You watch as the world beneath the world ends. The sight of lacre running through streets of rubble and blood doesn’t bring about the catharsis you once hoped it would. It has ended before and it will end again, and you cannot help but fear you will never stop watching the destruction of cities.
“We’re almost at the end,” says your colleague, your rival, your once-something-more.
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“Fordsy, If I’m right—and I know I’m right, by the way—then I think it’s a great thing you’re doing! Not particularly inspired, but hey, most of your type are driven to madness before they have the chance to make anything of themselves. But you still have the chance to make different, less brain melting choices! Isn’t that great? I’d even be willing to help!”
“What kind of choices?” Ford asks, beginning to gather the papers he left on the table—everyone is staring at them now, and he doesn’t want another visit from the Ministry of Public Decency. Hastily, he adds, “And how do you know my name?”
[Bill is a devil. Ford is a human. Devils steal souls. What could go wrong?]
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Shalem's first breath away from the Troupe is exactly what he expects of it: terrifying, the type of thing that gets caught in his throat and stings on the way down. It's cold and bitter in way that's almost refreshing, not nearly as suffocating as what he's used to.
It's certainly a novel feeling.
[A collection of disjointed, unfinished, Shalem-centric fics.]
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Turns out navigating life is a little complicated when the alien parasite living in your body—who you are in a committed relationship with, keep in mind—and your infant slime need to eat brains to survive. Eddie manages. Somehow.
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Dojima goes to bed early, Souji leaves his bedroom door cracked, and Adachi stays over and stays over and stays over.
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26 Jul 2026
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Adachi’s life as a newly free man is turned upside-down when the last person he wants to see
breaks intoshows up in his apartment.Series
- Part 4 of my doujins
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25 Jul 2026
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Akechi's had a good day, and Ren has had a bad one. He’s going to show up to their final meeting smiling and well-rested. He’s looking forward to it. This is going to be easy. It’s going to be fun.
The phone call comes just as he reaches Shibuya station. Akechi leans against the wall, shadowed by a pillar at the Ginza gate, as he takes it. “There’s been a change of plan,” says the man he loathes more than anyone else alive. “Stand by.”
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15 Jul 2026
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“But you said you didn’t have a word for – for forcing someone into reproduction?”
“No. Is different, but equivalent violation. Means, to force to sleep.”
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Or, Dr. Ryland Grace has yet to confront the choices taken from him. Eridian norms, ironically enough, force the issue.
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03 Jul 2026
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...The door to your Lodgings is swamped by an avalanche of unopened letters. At first, you wonder if it might be your meddlesome aunt again, or perhaps the tax man come to collect his dues. However, as you clear away the piles upon piles of paper from your doorway, you come to realize something peculiar about them.
Many of the notes are love letters, all in the same handwriting.
Do you want to read them?
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02 Jul 2026