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    Doctor Baizhu is a beautiful man. Doctor Baizhu is so fragile and delicate, it drives Dottore mad.

    Ah, if only they had met when Zandik was still fresh and new to the world. Perhaps he would have grown into a more pious man in the end. What right would he have to think so little of gods and their power, when this sickly man could drive his devotion into worship, into obsession?

    (Though maybe devotion and obsession went more hand-in-hand than people think.)

    (One for the philosophers.)

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    03 Jan 2026

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    Zandik is the name of a sinner. It belongs to a man who defies the god and their rule, and wishes to—

    No.

    It is the name of a man who will bring the heavens down from their false sky and force them to grovel at humanity’s feet.

    Zandik is a curse, a superstition. It is a sin.

    It sounds so beautiful when it leaves Baizhu’s lips.

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    “Okay, look. Eunyung’s emo phase got discovered by social media, a few celebrities commented on it humorously, so what? Everyone will think it’s in the past.”

    Eunyung looked terribly lost.

    “You’re so fucking dumb. I’m sorry, but this just proved everything’s not in the past.”

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    Eunyung royally messing up his career, like, multiple times.

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    22 Dec 2025

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    There was an angel.

    Through the small windows, half open to let smoke and the smell of people out; through the flashing lights, through the rows of a shifting crowd, the voice of something Eunyung could only describe as angelic could be heard.

    It was weird. He would never describe something like that– He wasn’t religious in the slightest, and words of devotion, blessings, and the heavenly were foreign to him.

    But it came with the electric hum of a bass.

    It came with a gravelly voice and vocal chords tightened, pushing down as much feeling of sadness and despair as it possibly could.

    He finally landed on his body and was able to turn his head towards the sound, a little to his left, and he could see where the singing was coming from.

    Hara was agape. She was, somehow, still able to play.

    Eunyung couldn’t do so much. He might as well drop to his knees. The whole crowd was speechless, and he might’ve heard a sob from the front rows.

    Haejoon looks stunning. He sounds it, too. The blue and purple lights engulf him fully, morphing him into a being Eunyung hasn’t experienced before. Fuck, sweat drips off his forehead, travels to his chin and drops to the floor, and instead of disgusting it’s ethereal and it’s entrancing. But most of all, he’s pure and holy (When did he learn those words?) In the fraction of a second when the spot light hits him right on. Like divinity acknowledges him, too.

    If Eunyung was to put his faith in something, it would be this stage. It might as well be a place of worship, how everyone is so captivated and quiet and praying, as Haejoon sings about tire marks on pavement, and death, and a cold hand touching alien skin.

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    College AU. Hinata throws a party at his house and invites his twin brother Izuru. Komaeda and Izuru meet and quickly realize they have something in common—that is, being conniving little shits. Also, it might just be Komaeda's lucky night after all.

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    09 Nov 2025

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    “I should go,” Izuru says smoothly, as though this is completely unsurprising. He starts to walk out of the room, but stops at the doorway suddenly. Then he turns around and something dangerously close to a smile graces his lips.

    “You should think more highly of yourself,” he says. “You’re more interesting than anyone here.”

    He leaves, and Komaeda can’t stop the giddy grin that spreads across his face.

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    Francis asks Poe to host the yearly "super bowl" party that the guild threw. Since the Moby Dick had been taken out of commission. And Poe accepted. Ranpo was told that he could skip the party, but suborn as ever, Ranpo won't budge.

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    25 Apr 2025

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    Francis was crying, the grown ass man, the terrorist was crying. And because his precious Vikings had lost 28-34 against the patriots. And he wasn’t the only one. He and Mark cried into each other’s shoulders, and Louisa mourned the loss all by herself.

    John was making out with Howard, which was always a sight to be seen, and Ranpo looked indifferent.

    The main factor in the room being a very tipsy Poe screaming and cheering in the middle of his own living room.

    “HA-FUCKING-HA, TAKE THAT FRANCIS! YOU FA-” Poe, stopped himself before adding the ggot at the end of that word.

    “God bless America,” Poe slurred out, and he fell onto the couch, landing on Ranpo’s chest, and kneading the area. Like a cat.

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    Suddenly, a hand covered Dazai’s eyes. His immediate instinct was to start thrashing and fighting but the creature wrapped another strong arm around his chest, effectively trapping him.

    “What do we have here? Such a pretty kitsune doesn’t belong in such a decrepit shrine,” a deep voice rumbled in Dazai’s ear. Dazai smirked at the fact that based on how the hand over his eyes was positioned, this creature was significantly shorter than him. He sniffed the air and could finally figure out what the scent he had smelled before was. A demon. He could feel the demon’s hot breath on his neck. “What are you doing here? You won’t be reclaiming this place. It’s mine now.”

    Russian translation being made now: https://ficbook.net/readfic/01899cee-8795-74e8-94ee-694bfb95944f

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    13 Feb 2025

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    chapter 3