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Step 1: Throw all of your ingredients into the incinerator.
...? Yueliang pauses with a bowl in hand, frowning.
Step 2: Purchase cake from your local Federation Sweet Vendor. Glory to Azureless!
Snippets of history, through a tainted LLM.
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- Snubcube, 5th July 2025
Two men reincarnate in the floating islands of the afterlife. Through coincidences and incidents and the blatant whackiness of the end, they decide to spend the afterlife together.
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You are Anon.
You, Grey Helinsworth's friend during life, have your entire (after)life flipped on it's head as that rat bastard (Grey Helinsworth) manages to rope you into living with the seven leaders of Bloxburg's Age of Grief (six, if you count Sarah Bailey and Floofy as the same girl).
And your life was about to get a whole heck of a lot more hectic.
A series of interconnected oneshots, posted originally on discord.
Syndicate Sync, a Blox Cards Visual Novel!
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She was thankful at least that she could grieve in advance; had she done so when the news came in, she might not have had the energy to have followed the chaperoning Lordbreakers.
The blaze that had kept her heart warm all these years has finally left, leaving nothing but cindering remains.
Grief had left already, both Astarossa and the city following suit. All she was left with now was a husk of an identity, and a promise.
Immortality is a soul-crushing responsibility. Those pathetic enough to proselytise it should hold no power.
For the crime of apotheosis, the verdict is death; make your deathbed, o’ immortals.
https://discord.com/channels/183374128697311232/870494630792282122/1188245361467326556
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-sounds of a turntable and a guitar in the background. A desk-bell's ring and then an "Order up!",
sounds of a turntable and a guitar in the background, a desk-bell's ring and then, Order up!
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Zanzel blinked twice. What on Kathara was this music genre?
Crossposted on the Blox Cards Discord:
from: BluVoid#7546 The streets once thrivingMake sure to check out Scratchin' Melodii's "Grease Poppin' " (https://youtu.be/KojqbI_FSL8) before you check this out! (I am serious)
Thanks to Aetherialis for beta-ing this!
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The Other Side Of The Door by Lovelettersinjune
Fandoms: 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game)
16 Aug 2022
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“We—” Ganyu closes her eyes tightly, her cheeks set aflame. “We need to bone!”
For a moment, you only stare at her, eyes wide.
Then, you smile. Eyes dropping away as you burst into laughter.
“Can you say that again?” Ganyu is mortified when you take a step back, cracking up. “Say bone one more time?”—
OR. It's been weeks and Ganyu doesn't know how to tell you she wants to be intimate with you. How the thought of you has kept her awake at night, had her gnawing on her lip as she mulled over all the things she wanted you to do to her. And you, being the kind lover that you are, answer her wishes with soft lips and warm hands, like gentle rain extinguishing the flames of her self-doubt.
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06 May 2026
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My personal set of headcanons for our lovely serial killer/cannibal wife and her alternate versions :)
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03 May 2026
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Could the Queen of Trinity Really Fall in Love with an Outsider?! by ScreenShorts
Fandoms: Block Tales (Roblox)
27 Apr 2026
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could you tell cassie is my favourite block tales character
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02 May 2026
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On their way to the Splintered Skies Courthouse, PLAYER and CASSIE are attacked by more Knights of The Splintered Skies, alongside a new enemy: a flying cloud!
And when they said enemy, they meant it from the other side of the field's point of view.
Or: PLAYER's first encounter with a Flying Cloudie.
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02 May 2026
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" When a person begins to forget someone, it is always the face that fades first. And oh—how cruel it is—that you, within the fragile province of my memory, have become nothing more than a wisp of mist, thinning and dissolving in a morning stripped of sunlight. "
They remember only vaguely that there had once been a little angel—wings gleaming like the last streak of gold at dusk—who had reached out a hand to them, pulling them from the murky depths where they were drowning, before that very silhouette, too, slowly dissolved into oblivion.
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26 Apr 2026