DeathSheIsCunning



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    My works related to the DSMP!
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    Two Truths One Lie: The one where four strangers go on a quest to uncover the secrets of a town, orchestrated by two teenagers a lot smarter than anyone gives them credit for.
    The Language Of Flowers (DISCONTINUED): Wilbur soot has borne three children in his life, all of whom would rather not associate themselves with him. He wants to get better. Is it too late?
    Of Icarus and the Sun (UPCOMING): Tommy Innes is a human lie detector. This would normally be a great thing, except for the fact that his lie detecting abilities are characterized by a sharp pain in his stomach, which has festered in him a deep hatred for all humans everywhere. One day, he meets a boy who can only tell the truth.
    I had a thought, dear (WIP): Thomas Soot grew up in the lap of luxury, silver spoon in his mouth before he knew what either of those things were. His life falls apart when he finds out that his family, and everyone he has ever known are Villains. In a perfect position to change things, he becomes a hero instead.

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    "I thought- I thought we were friends-"

    What the fuck?

    "-you're killing me you're going to kill me please, please, I can't do it, I don't want to die-"

     What the fuck.

     

    or, How does Simon feel about Grace's nightmare?

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    16 Jun 2026

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    pure dopamine hit straight into my veins

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    Simon didn’t expect his savior to be exactly his type.

    What a welcome sight. Even if this stupidly handsome man ends up being evil, or working for the C.O.I, at least he’d die looking at something good.

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    Grace and Rocky find Simon's ship floating in deep space on their way to Erid.

    UPDATE: This fic has been peer reviewed by a NASA engineer who has approved of the science!

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    15 Jun 2026

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    Like PHM itself, this fic is the kind that gives you hope for your future. I'm an aspiring astronomer and this fic gave me the courage to actually have the courage to start on turning my dreams into reality instead of being afraid and thinking I'm maybe too dumb for them. Thank you, author <3

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    JJ didn't think the others saw it. Hayden, maybe, but Jackie was the only WAGs's name Shane had committed to memory so Hayden never brought it up. JJ didn't have a wife or girlfriend. He had his hookups and the names of the best restaurants in each city they player in. If JJ had a dog, Shane would probably mix its name up with Drapeau's. The others didn't get that however pathetic or sad they might think Shane, Shane thought the same of them tenfold when they missed shots at practice or ate fast food on weekdays. Shane wasn't being prissy or funny when he said, don't embarass me—JJ still doesn't know exactly what it was, but he doesn't care to find out.

    Shane had poured everything into his team (possessively: it was his team) and he asked them to give it back that day, so they delivered. When Shane smiled at them afterwards, it felt like love.

    Character study on neurotic batshit hardass Captain Shane Hollander. The awe-inspiring and aloof Canadian Hockey Jesus Shane Hollander. Unwilling MLH sex icon Shane Hollander, the face on many mens' dart boards.

    or, JJ on the enigma of (his feelings for) Shane Hollander over the years.

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    25 May 2026

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    This is such fantastic characterization of Shane Hollander, Hockey God. He's the only man ever, jsyk. JJ sure does

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    The Metros really were lousy at hockey. Shane Hollander was the only talent they had, which was why they threw the C on his chest before they even made it to the All Star break. The Raiders hadn’t given Ilya even an A yet. Coach had taken him aside and told him they weren’t going to think about a leadership role on the team until he’d finished his rookie year. He had enough to deal with, Coach said, which was nicer than saying Ilya was still nineteen, and his English sucked shit, and they weren’t quite done being worried about “character issues.”


    Ilya Rozanov’s rookie year reimagined by someone with serious hockey-watcher brainrot.

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    14 May 2026

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    reading hockey accurate fics with a hockey hyperfixation is like. cocaine. also teenage dumbass dirtbag ilya

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    Shane was fourteen the first time a number felt like safety.

    The nutritionist worked out of an office in Kanata, framed certificates, a calm voice, laminated charts with columns. She explained it simply: fuel in, output required, timing of each. She said it was a starting point.

    Shane took notes in the margins the way he took notes on everything—completely, past what was required. Yuna had found the nutritionist herself, sat beside him, and took notes too.

    Like mother, like son.

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    Or: Shane’s system works until it doesn’t; Ilya notices first.

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    25 Apr 2026

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    this is the first fic that has made me cry in a while. i had to read it in shiftS, kept toggling my music on and off again. it's beautiful, and painful. art is meant to disturb the comfortable and comfort the disturbed. this does both