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Their meeting is like a fairytale.
Of course, Snezhnayan fairytales are often gruesome, even gory.
"Hey, you. Brat. Yeah, you. Care to lend me a hand?"Childe meets Scaramouche in the Abyss instead of Skirk.
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- Part 6 of scara brainrot
- Part 1 of chiscara abyss au
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"I just—didn't know where else to go." He has a troubled look on his face, as if hesitant to admit the truth. "I just wanted to be alone for a moment, I guess."
"You should have known I would be here," Alhaitham retorts.
"Maybe I was hoping you wouldn't be."
"I don't think you were."
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Forgive me for each halting line by 1mb, midnighter777 for feiro
Fandoms: 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game)
14 Feb 2023
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“—In addition to the Mora owed, and being provided with housing, I’ll also pay off your outstanding debts.”
That sounds far too good to be true. Kaveh frowns. “All this, for a painting? What’s the catch?”
“On top of the portrait I’ve commissioned…” Alhaitham pauses, “Well, I want you to pretend to be my mate.”
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google how do i properly a-woo my neighbor by twolifetimes
Fandoms: 崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)
19 Feb 2026
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Phainon and Anaxa have gotten off on the wrong foot, fighting over who gets to buy the last jar of limited dromas-shaped lollipops, on the first day of their third year.
Finding out they were in the same class and had to share the last remaining desk was the last straw.
While Phainon is determined to mend the rift, Anaxa finds himself irritated every time he sets an eye on his now deskmate who seems to be obsessed with chimeras—not dromases.
In that same morning, Beagle Coconut chances upon the love of his life, a mint-colored chimera, during his walk with Cyrene at the local park, and decided he would make him his awoomate, regardless of what Phainon would later think…
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“You're…” ridiculously tall/handsome/in the wrong house please leave.
“Phainon, hi!” the man himself greets instead, that shy smile he'd had widening into a proud, boyish grin, and Anaxa swears he leans closer in the already small space between them. “Are you dromaslover134?”
His mouth dries a little, brows tugged together. He's aware Irida can see Phainon all the way from the doorway, her curious head peeking over the headrest. The longer he goes without replying, the more worried Phainon looks, white brows furrowing gently as he cocks his head to the side like a lost pup. “Or—”
“I am,” Anaxa hisses in an embarrassed whisper, “Anaxagoras. Please don't say my username outloud.”
Or; when the biggest problem Anaxa has ever faced comes in the form of a four year old with chubby cheeks, the widest eyes he's ever seen, and a seemingly strong conviction to not form any interpersonal relationships, he's got no other option but to trust Phainon—a kindergarten teacher he met through the worst parenting forum he's ever browsed through. Chaos ensues.